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peguina · 2 years
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bitches be like “this was my favourite book series as a child and here I am many years later unable to move on”.
It’s me. I’m bitches.
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peguina · 3 years
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sooo i drew supportive bf percy
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Annabeth Chase as a volleyball player 😌✌️
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peguina · 3 years
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Annabeth Chase as a volleyball player 😌✌️
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peguina · 3 years
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Idk why i felt so much need to draw this
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“Come back to bed” maybe on the college era?
in which percy is head over heels in love and wants annabeth to come back to bed,, percabeth
Percy notices the second that Annabeth slides out of bed. It’s hard to not notice, really, when he’s been sleeping next to her for years. He’s fallen used to the way she breathes, the cute way she turns from one side to the other seemingly on the hour, so it leaves him feeling rather empty and cold as the floorboards creak under the weight of her feet.
He doesn’t follow her immediately, figuring that she’ll come back soon enough. It’s alarming how he can envision her without seeing her – her steps are more spaced apart, so he knows that she’s still half asleep, and he can hear the sniffles, the remnant of her nasty cold.
The noise stops, and that does bring him out of bed. His feet slide onto the floor, and chills run through his body at the contact. His footsteps are featherlight as he walks down the hallway and to the living room, where he fully expects to find his girlfriend.
Percy does find her there, and the sight makes him have to stop for a moment to collect the drops of his melting heart. Her back is to him, so she doesn’t move, but she’s sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, a bowl in hands.
A whole buffet, really. She’s grabbed countless snacks and set them in front of her as she finishes off a bowl of ice cream. Percy thinks she’s reminiscent of a sneaky toddler right now with the fuzzy blanket that’s wrapped over her shoulders, and it forces him to stifle the smile across his face. He just watches her for a second as her fingers hover over the colorful wrappers, deciding what to open next. It’s a deserved snack in his opinion because she’s been sick for days and has also been struggling through finals.
Annabeth yawns, and that brings Percy’s attention back to the situation. He steps forward softly, leaning against the back ridge of the couch.
“Come back to bed,” he says softly, sliding his hands over her shoulders.
She jumps but just flops backwards onto the couch so that she can look up at him instead of turning around. Percy’s thumb brushes her cheek lovingly.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Annabeth yawns again as Percy comes around the couch. He sits next to her on the floor, opening an arm for her to settle against. She takes the opportunity, pressing her face into his chest.
“I’m okay,” she mumbles against him. It’s entirely muffled, but he understands her well enough.
“What are you doing up?”
She looks at the snacks in front of her. “I was hungry.” Percy chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. He sits back so he can look at all of her face. “I can see that.”
“Don’t make fun,” she whines. “I wasn’t making fun,” he assures. His hand goes to trace slowly over her back as he presses a kiss onto the top of her head.
“I haven’t eaten all day,” she tries to explain.
Percy gives her a scolding look. “Baby.”
“I forgot.”
“You forgot to eat?”
“Yes, but it’s okay because I’m eating now.”
Percy looks at the bowl of ice cream. “You’re shoveling carbs in your body.”
“Anyone who took high school biology would know that it’s for short term energy, which I need because I have a ton of homework to do.”
“What you need is to sleep,” he says gently. He keeps caressing up and down her back, and his point is proved when her eyes begin to flutter shut. He presses his lips to the top of her hair and closes his eyes as he rocks her slightly. He’ll never get tired of this, holding her in his arms, watching her drift off to sleep, comfortable and warm and safe. It showcases how far they’ve come, how much she trusts him, and it reminds him of their future. They’re both in their senior year of college so it’s only a matter of time before they graduate, and…
A ring sits untouched in the corner of his dresser. He’s wanted to for so long ­– he’s practically dying to make her his wife and wake up to her for the rest of his life – but he’s waiting until they’re no longer in university.
Right now though, he is tempted to blurt the words out. He wants to tell her that she’s beautiful, that he loves her and always will, and that he wants to marry her. And while he thinks she wouldn’t mind, he knows that she deserves so much better than a half-assed proposal without any ring in his hands, so he’ll just have to wait.
He still feels like sharing some of what he’s feeling though, and while it’s not quite a proposal, he says, “I’m going to marry you someday.”
Percy doesn’t expect an answer back. She looks asleep, her breathing even, so he is surprised when she whispers, “Not if I marry you first, loser.”
It’s so Annabeth that he can’t help but start laughing at two in the morning. She cracks open an eye, and it’s a sight he’ll never get used to seeing. The eye that he can see sparkles and makes his stomach flutter, so he presses another kiss to her lips. He holds it for a few seconds, relishing in the soft contact, breathing the entirety of her in.
“I love you,” he whispers.
She repeats the words back to him, sleepy and cute.
“Come back to bed,” he pleads gently, quietly, nothing more than a mere whisper into her ear. “You’re exhausted.”
“I’m eating,” she argues, though she is on the brink of falling back asleep.
“Bring it with you,” he tells her, and so she does. It’s a short walk back to the bedroom, and Percy has to fix the blanket on her shoulder from falling off as she refuses to let any of the snacks fall from her arms. She crawls into the bed next to him, right into his open arms. They’re stuffed under four blankets – Annabeth’s doing – and she dumps the pile of snacks right onto his stomach.
He jokes about her using him as her personal table, and she says something snarky back, but he’s too focused on the moment to interpret what she says. This feels like exactly where he wants to be for the rest of his life, and exactly where he is supposed to be for the rest of his life.
When she finally does fall asleep against him, curled into his chest, breaths hitting the skin of his neck, he thinks he’s found his home.
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peguina · 3 years
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huh 😀
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peguina · 3 years
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i read an amazing article by wannasworld and i decided to put together a small piece based on it. just a daily reminder to speak black women. 
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peguina · 3 years
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I was in one of the most important meetings of my life and i just started doodling my comfort characters ✋🏻😫
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peguina · 3 years
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REMINDER THAT HAZEL IS RAW AF.
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peguina · 3 years
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setup and punchline
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peguina · 3 years
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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 11: ex-citing christmas
Character A and Character B broke up, but now they meet at a Christmas party,, percabeth, wrote this on my phone while walking so pls excuse the not exciting prompt for today lol
The second that Annabeth walks into the party, she knows exactly how this night is going to be because Percy Jackson is there, staring back at her.
It’s the first time she’s looked at him in what feels like eternity. The wound is forced back open as though she’s never healed. Maybe she hasn’t. She thought she did, but when she’s looking into the eyes of her ex, she can’t think straight.
All she can think about is how last Christmas, exactly one year ago, she was warm in his arms, and now she’s not. Now she’s surrounded by the overbearing cold, heart slowly morphing into ice, and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. At one point in time Percy could melt her with just one smile. Now all she sees is stone.
“What is he doing here?” Annabeth demands.
“I didn’t know he was coming,” Piper says. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t know?”
“I didn’t invite him, Annabeth. I swear.”
Her heart pounds because there is no escaping this. She is stuck in this moment, frozen in time. The spell only breaks when Percy pulls his eyes away from her, choosing to look down in his lap. There’s something different in him. Something she’s sure she caused that day she told him she couldn’t take it anymore. It had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, to release this beautiful boy who would do anything for her when she wasn’t willing to do the same. She’s starting to think it was a mistake. That the lost the one person who loved her more than anything, and it was her fault. The Percy that loved Christmas, that used to tug a Santa hat onto her head and kiss her, abandoning the sugar cookies on the counter, that when she was looking at the shining lights, he was looking at her.
“Come on,” Piper says. “It’s only one night.”
“One night,” she whispers, knowing well it’s not going to be a good one night.
Still, despite herself, she makes her way to the group of friends on the seats. The one seat available is the one next to him. She doesn’t want to take it, but she does. It feels like it’s going to be awkward, like the tension is going to persist, but then Piper’s laughing with Jason and Leo, and the attention is off of the two lovers who never were.
Annabeth’s staring off into space, trying desperately to keep the flush in her neck down, when Percy speaks.
“I can move,” he offers quietly. She turns her head to him, and he can’t look her in the eyes. “I don’t mind.”
“There’s nowhere to move.”
“I can switch with someone.”
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peguina · 3 years
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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 10: pen pal
Character A and Character B both sign up for a Christmas Pen Pal project to exchange post cards,, percabeth. not just letters I promise
01/04/2008
Hi! My name’s A, and I’m eight years old. Well, my name isn’t actually A, but I don’t know you yet so I can’t tell you my real name. I don’t know your name, and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.
I don’t know why I’m doing this whole pen pal thing. I just thought it would be fun, but I don’t really know what to expect either. I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself.
My favorite color is grey, like my eyes. I like to read a lot too. I don’t have many friends, but that’s just because I don’t like talking to people. They start to talk, and it makes me feel like I want to hit them, so I prefer to just be by myself. I wouldn’t mind being your friend, though. I don’t have to hear you talk.
Hope I get your response soon! Goodbye until then!
Love, A.
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01/27/2008
Dear A,
I guess you can call me P then. I’m eight years old too, so that’s cool! We’re practically best friends already. I’m doing the pen pal thing because my teacher says I should practice writing. I’m not very good at writing, but I promiss prommis promise I’ll get better for you!
I like to swim. The water is cold where I live, but I still go in anyways. My mom says I’ll get hypothermia, but I do it anyways because it’s fun. I wonder if you like the water too? You’re crazy if you don’t, but it’s okay. I’ll be your friend anyways. I have one friend, but I don’t really like them very much. They’re mean to me a lot. You seem much nicer.
I’m so excited to get to talk to you!
From P :)
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05/07/2012
Hey, P! It’s been a couple of months since we spoke. I’ve missed my mystery-stranger-pen-pal-person. Hope you’re doing well.
Honestly, not much has happened with me. It’s the end of sixth grade, thank god. I actually hate all of my teachers. Especially the history one. She makes something that could be so interesting so dull, and it’s upsetting. There’s so much to tell about the past, and she’s ruining it. I’d consider saying something to her, but you know how it is.
I’ll just complain to you instead ;)
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peguina · 3 years
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SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS HAPPENING OH MY GOD
(via rick’s tiktok)
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peguina · 3 years
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Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.
Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.
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It’s also totally FREE.
once again, it’s called CALM HARM
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peguina · 3 years
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So I stumbled through the Barbie aisle at Walmart the other day…
…and y'all, I almost cried. Just look at these. LOOK AT THEM.
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So many skin tones!
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PLUS SIZED BODY TYPES!
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NATURAL HAIR STYLES!!! MULTIPLE SHADES OF DARK SKIN!!!
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A WOMAN AS A DOCTOR!!!!!
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peguina · 3 years
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Lol what racism against Asian American? At this point you are all just knock off white people, same priviledge, but you want everything to be racism.
what racism?
uhh for one, this ask you sent me
cardi b saying “chink,” which i’ve only seen two posts about, one of them being mine
the literal president referring to covid as “china virus,” something the world health organization specifically suggest not doing, and even though we now know covid probably originated in italy
chloe bennet had to change her last name to get cast by hollywood
3 of 10 americans blame chinese people for covid, and even then that’s just the ones who are honest
a 16yo was punched so many times he was sent to the emergency room because he wouldn’t admit to a classmate he had covid
1 in 4 asian american youths reported racist bullying due to covid
asian american restaurants have been hit hardest, even those that aren’t even chinese because all asians are the same
hmm i'm sensing a pattern here
the emmy’s this year had asian american nominations makeup only 1% of all nominations, which is actually a decrease from 2% lmao
yeah, covid is hitting everyone hard financially, but asian americans have been facing a steeper and faster increase in unemployment than white people
and that’s from just a five minute google search for articles, not even getting into the fact that there were racial barriers in immigration until 1965, chinese people coudn’t be citizens or vote until 1943, literal internment camps,,, so like. yeah asian americans are the model minority until yall have an excuse to hate us or we ask for more, and then we’re put back in our place
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peguina · 3 years
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Your daily reminder that Black Lives Still Fucking Matter. Casey Christian Goodson Jr. was mudered by police on December 4th and no one is talking about it. He was shot three times in the back entering his own home. The police are not going to get any better under Joe Biden, in fact, they will continue to get worse because there will be less media scrutiny. There is little to no media coverage of this story because of that very reason. We have to keep these stories in the public eye and continue to fight to defund the police just as hard in 2021.
Here’s a link to the full story from one of the few media sources reporting it.
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peguina · 3 years
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So instead of doing things I should be doing, I drew a percabeth pick me up because it has officially been ages. Dedicated to my love @perseannabeth <3
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