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in your head what colour is the number 7? thursday? the word 'opulence'?

#7 is purple #thursday is an orange color like thanksgiving #opulence is black

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81 “people just don’t like me” and/or 87 “oh my god, i love you” (i’m thinking sometime with a love confession but it’s up to u! love u bestie)

In which Annabeth’s in love with her best friend, and Percy’s a pretty good date,, percabeth

Annabeth has never been one to become distracted by people around her, but Percy Jackson seems to be an exception.

There’s something sinful about the way he looks at her when they’re working at separate tables in the chem lab. He’s meant to be paying attention to the reaction before him, but instead, his eyes are on her. He’s not particularly hiding it, and she thinks that’s what makes it so much more intriguing.

Percy Jackson holds no shame for her, and it makes her want him that much more.

Annabeth isn’t one to talk; her eyes are glued to him too, far more than is acceptable when she’s also so focused on her grades. But she’s not complaining. She likes his gaze, the sea-green irises that hold pure, unadulterated want, promise, passion—

Annabeth hardly hears Piper’s scolding when she nearly drops hydrochloric acid. Instead, her ears zero in on the low laugh she swears Percy gives out as she shakes his head at her, adoring, and gets back to the task at hand. She already knows to expect his appearance later that day, once they’re both done with class and ready to continue on with their game of advances, to see who will fold first.

It’s exactly what happens, and she has to smother a smile when she catches him waiting for her after the lab, leaning against the outside wall with his leather jacket thrown over an arm, prepared for her to shuck it on like she always does on Tuesdays while they walk to find somewhere to eat lunch.

Percy holds open the jacket while Annabeth steps into the sleeves, and then he moves to pull her hair from below the collar.

“You sure look comfortable,” Percy comments lightly, his stride matching hers as they walk. His fingers pinch her elbow gently. “Enjoy stealing my jacket, don’t you?”

“It’s not stealing if you give it to me,” she reminds. “And I seem to recall you offering it to me when I forgot my own.”

Percy snorts. “Two months ago.”

“Two days, two months. What is time, anyway?”

Percy sighs, but she can hear the amusement in his voice. He’d let it slip one night that he likes seeing her in his jacket, and she’s made it a point to do it every chance she can, if only to see that subtle grin on his face that he always tries to hide.

“You’re a thief, you know?”

Annabeth smiles sweetly as she links her arm through his, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. “Is it theft if you willingly gave it to me?”

“You’ve stolen more than my jacket.”

“Wasn’t stealing.”

“My heart, for example.”

Annabeth coos and drags them to a slow stop. He ends up cornering her against the brick of an English building, and she lets herself be pressed to the wall, delighting in the way he towers over her and looks at her like she’s the only person in the world.

When Percy just looks at her accusingly, she snickers and says, “You willingly gave me that, too.”

“It wasn’t so much willing as it was unpreventable. I didn’t really get a say in the matter. And besides, it’s not officially yours.”

Annabeth’s hands rub at his arms when they press to either side of her, trapping her in the moment. She doesn’t object; she wants him in the same way he wants her.

“Why don’t you make it official, then?” she teases.

“I’ve tried,” he says, moving his face away when Annabeth tugs lightly at the ring on his lower lip. “But you like to mess with me, and then give me oogly eyes across the room.”

“Oh, but it’s so much fun. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You know what’s more fun?”

“Hm?”

“Going on a date with me.”

“I don’t hear a question there.”

Percy rolls his eyes fondly, but he’s smiling. “Will you go on a date with me?”

Annabeth already knows her answer, but she can’t help but make this moment last longer. She wants to stay here forever.

“A date with me? Aren’t there a million other girls that want you?”

“People just don’t like me,” he says, grinning. “Not in the way that you do.”

It goes unsaid what he really means. She knows plenty of people like him, but that’s the difference. Where others like him, Annabeth loves him. She loves the gold ring on his lip, the sparkle in his eyes, the gentle caresses he gives her when it’s late and she falls asleep in his arms while they’re watching a movie. She loves what other people like, and that’s exactly why they are where they are, together.

“Where would we go on a date?” she asks, looking him in the eyes. He matches her gaze, and she could look at him all day.

“Anywhere you want.”

“I want you to choose,” she says, a finger poking lightly into his chest. She feels a shiver run down her back when he bends down to kiss her hand.

“In that case…” Percy leans in closer to whisper in his ear, and there’s no way he doesn’t know the effect he has on her. “I want to take you to a museum.”

“You hate museums,” she muses.

“But you like museums, and I like you.”

Annabeth thinks that’s a date-worthy response.

“But I would take you out to dinner first. There’s this place I want you to try—it reminds me of you—and then since the museum closes at ten, we could go to the beach. That’s where we met.”

She kind of wants to cry at his words. Percy’s always been like this, considerate, and she wishes more people knew this side of him, but at the same time, she wants to keep it all to herself.

“But really, I don’t care what we do,” Percy says. “As long as I have you, I’m happy.”

And Annabeth melts.

“Oh my god, I love you,” she breathes.

Percy smiles, his laugh bright as the sun. “Yeah?”

Annabeth can’t wait. “Kiss me.”

And he does just that.

It’s short and sweet, but it’s so reminiscent of the two of them, how they’ve always been the other’s soft spot, and it’s exactly as should be.

Annabeth never did imagine herself getting distracted in class, but she never imagined herself ending up with someone like this, either. She supposes not everything has to be expected; she’s glad that the unexpected exists, because without it, she would never be here.

“So is that a yes?” Percy asks, pressing his lips lightly to the corner of her mouth.

Annabeth rolls her eyes and kisses him once more. “It’s a yes.”

#to read list

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Remember that whole “what if someone sees me” thing from when Annabeth and Percy went on that love ride when they were 12? Percy does and sets out for revenge when he and Annabeth start dating.

Annabeth: I want to go to the restaurant-

Percy: but what if someone sees me with you?

Annabeth: what?

Percy: that would be so embarrassing

Annabeth: you just told the barista we were dating unprompted

Percy: so embarrassing. Like how you didn’t want to be seen with me on that love ride when we were 12-

Annabeth: oh my gods

I love petty Percy. Let him remember all his girlfriend’s slights against him.

Annabeth: why are you being weird? Just hold my hand, you dweeb-

Percy: but IF SOMEONE SEES ME-

Annabeth: I’ll tell them that you got lost and we’re looking for your real girlfriend

I just enjoy him teasing Annabeth tbh

Percy: you have to sit over there

Annabeth: why

Percy: Piper might see us sitting next to each other-

Annabeth: not this again

Percy: -and that would just be so embarrassing

Piper: wat

Annabeth: stop it. we were 12

Percy: my reputation is on the line

Annabeth: you know I was right, though? do you remember that part?

Piper: what’s happening

Annabeth: they literally filmed us on that ride and broadcasted it on Olympus. You can’t be bitter when my concerns were literally-

Percy: you dare underestimate my bitterness?

Piper: you two are the weirdest couple I know

Don’t let him ever forget this sin committed against him lol

Annabeth: are you ready?

Percy: I’m so nervous. What if someone sees us and thinks we’re together?

Annabeth: that would be a shame

Annabeth: for that to happen

Annabeth: on our wedding day

Percy: maybe we shouldn’t have invited so many people

#THIS HAPPENED ON THEIR WEDDING DAY CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

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inside percy & annabeth's instagrams

#I LOVE THE ONES WHERE PIPER AND REYNA HIT ON ANNABETH JOKINGLY AND PERCYS JUST LIKE 😑 #its so funny and cute and i love it

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So true!

@percabethfangirl @whythefuckdoiexist @momo-all-the-way @ithefriendlyneighborhoodphoenix SHINY NEW ROCK!!!

tumblr is like finding cool rocks and showing them to your mutuals like "look! this one is so shiny!" and your mutuals are like "so true!!" and then they take the rock and show it to their mutuals and the cycle goes on

#tag game

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normalize flopping. it’s ok to fail baby. sexy even

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but really though, this pride month, shout out to straight trans people. it’s gotta be rough sometimes listening to people constantly complaining about “the straights” and how “it’s gay month if you’re not gay go home”. you’re not contributing to heteronormitivity just by being yourself. you 100 percent belong at pride and all of you make this community a better place.

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Reblog if you are bisexual, pansexual, or asexual, if you support bisexuals, pansexuals, and asexuals, or

There’s no third, funny option, just the first two because it’s good to just support people because they deserve support.

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Reblog if you think it’s possible for an asexual person to have a loving relationship without sex.

(Obviously it is, and if you think otherwise, you can go and fuck a cactus ♥️)

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I think it's purple and eats people

guys please help...

does the one-eyed-one-horned-flying-purple-people-eater eat purple people or is it purple and eats people?

which noun is the adjective modifying please i need to know

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“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at your when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection

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TRANS WOMEN: HERE'S SOME SHIT YOUR DOCTOR WONT TELL YOU ABOUT HRT

1. Progesterone: not for everyone, but for many people it may increase sex drive and WILL make your boobs bigger. Also effects mood in ways that many find positive (but some find negative). Most doctors won’t prescribe this to you unless you ask. Most trans girls I know swear by it.

2. Injectible estrogen: is more effective than pill or patch form. Get on it if you can bear needles bc you will see more effects more quickly.

3. Estradiol Cypionate: There is currently a shortage of injectible estradiol valerate. There is no shortage of estradiol cypionate. Functionally they do the same shit.

4. Bicalutamide: This is an anti-androgen that has almost none of the side-effects of spironolactone or finasteride. The girls I know who are on it are evangelical about it.

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Nice

Finally

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