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aswho1estuff · 9 months
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There’s a social hierarchy to this school stuff, alright ?
Yes
There’s the tip of the triangle
Yes ?
That’s the p.p.p popular, pretty, and paid in full people
Chanel
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Carmen
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There’s the middle column
That’s me
No that’s the presidential suite prez, sec, and club leaders people in power
Mikey
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Rodrick
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Then there’s me ?
No then there’s thee unknown and knowns like dealers, party hosts, rumor victims
Then there’s me
Yes then there’s you the final column
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suiheisen · 1 month
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those!!! are!!! his!!!! tits!!! be gentle 👉👈
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mo-mode · 4 months
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“But what does Grover bring to the table? He’s just the comedy relief character.” Grover is juggling the role of babysitter, mediator, and emotional manipulator and he cracks jokes too? Give him a BREAK
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thatrandomblogsays · 5 months
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Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)
Percy, listening to this on the train
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izzenithal · 5 months
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Percy “Has Been Waiting to Use This Meme as an Excuse” Jackson, and Annabeth “Never Seen a Meme” Chase
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aquuaryo · 5 months
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"Earthshaker, stormbringer, father of horses. Hail Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God." 🌊
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readrantannotate · 4 months
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Ok but you know what BROKE me about episode 8??
When Percy accidentally cut Luke and he looked so upset and immediately apologized, but Luke cut his arm without hesitation, MID APOLOGY.
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causalityparadoxes · 12 days
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Cannot emphasise how OBSESSED i am with the Doctor being able to hear the show's backing music. Does he have favourites? Does he ever miss the funky classic who tunes?
Its giving Day of the Doctor novelisation, where the Doctor's vision changed when the show's colour grading did.
I love whenever they make allusions to the 4th wall or skirt near it. 1st Doctor talking to the people at home. 4th Doctor's laugh at the camera. 12th Doctor's monologues and playing of the Theme tune. Its all so wonderful.
But to put it in the forefront. To literally have him say " I Thought that was non-diegetic " (music not actually present in the world and only for the audience) to have him WINK at us.
Obsessed is too weak a word for what I'm feeling right now. I love them
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[image description first image: The Fifteenth Doctor with an expression of surprise saying, "I thought that was non-diegetic." second image: The Fifteenth Doctor looking directly into the camera, about to wink. end description]
(Thank you @thevalleyisjolly for the image description text!)
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aswho1estuff · 7 months
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How to: lose a guy in 10 ways
5. Carmen like San Diego, ..I know
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Plot: Since Carmen saw Rodrick he had her full attention, unfortunately for her she wasn’t alone his attention was caught too. Unrequited love to the second power I guess if you can’t beat ‘em join so she did “ I’ll help you”.
Summary: phase plan get the girl and mister president ?
-whys his name have to be mister president
-y pink ?
-just fits
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“Okay plan 1. Get you into his space, will try out for baseball next week I’ll make a plan sheet and you should do the same” god this is taking a turn fast “alright,.. and we’ll do theatre” maybe I should back out this kinda hurts, like being hit in the chest “for Chanel” I finally mutter out.
It hurt less than before maybe its working maybe I like him less like his stupid hair, his stupid clothes, his stupid ugly face way less than before. "Is everything okay? " Roderick asks breaking my thoughts, no not really "yeah".
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"Okay breath, just walk up to him you got this" I say coaching myself with Rodrick Infront of me for reinforcement Ig. "Hey mister prez, these are the tryouts right?" Rodrick announces grabbing his attention.
Mikey POV
"Yep.. and who's that hiding?" I ask walking around Rodrick to confirm my hope "my friend Carmen, really enjoys baseball" Rodrick says swinging the bat around, I never knew they were friends "id hope so it a really good sport" I tell them handing Carmen my bat "nice to see you again".
Rodrick POV
“Oh we are so in he even gave you his bat” I whisper in her ear which is probably more like a yell that cues her turning around i duck “easy there Carmen”I say covering my head. Probably should have factored the bat in.
“Hey you okay?” Mikey says running over to us. “I knew you’d be lethal with a bat” a voice from behind the gate says, I didn’t think she’d be here this early this isn’t even my nice shirt.
Carmen POV
"Sorry bout that!, I'm usually like ....i- I honestly don't know any baseball" I say loosening hold on the bat. "It's alright, I'm sure you'll turn out a Babe Ruth in that making" Mikey says bringing my elbows up standing back straight up I turn to him " oh oh you wanna hear a joke?, I think you'd be a Ruth too you know why?" He shakes his head smiling already I think he knows the joke "cause you're a babe" I giggling out "that was- was honestly the best pun Ive ever heard" Mikey smiles even bigger making me laugh more I knew someone would find it funny too.
"Your getting good is that what those poetry classes are doing for you, is it any fun?" Chanel asks trying not to laugh "dont be mad I've topped your dad joke quota" I cackle. "But uh Rodrick can describe it all he's in the same class, right?" I ask but I of course already know.
"Oh sounds cool" Chanel says "y'all should go over some more, probably behind the gate I'm a little out of shape" I say twirling the bat. Chanel cackles now "alright lethal weapon, we'll support from here".
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Raising my arms back up I try to maintain a professional stance. "That's pretty good, now we'll pull back anddd-" he pushes twisting my body forward "swing" he finishes as we pretend to watch my invisible ball seemingly land. I watch him turn back to me out my peripheral vision "whatcha doing?" He asks "my balls still going see" I point to the sky making a long 'shooo' sound dragging my hand down and then a 'bom' sound signifying it now has landed.
"come on you said I was Babe Ruth, ain't he good right?" I state "that I did" Mikey responds I line back up to Shoot ? Swing? yeah swing. "Do you really think I'm a babe?" Mikey asks quite cheeky I huff "I have to remain professional Mickey" I say twirling the bat. Mikey let's out a fit of pure laughter confusing me "what?" "Mikey, you say it like Mickey" did I? "Oh sorry" I apologize "don't be I like it, it's cute San Diego" "San Diego?" "Like where on earth is Carmen San Diego" "oh you know my name, I didn't even remember to tell you" I rushed out "don't worry Carmen I always knew" he laughs "..oh, thanks".
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the-hinky-panda · 2 years
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Day 23: Sibyl
10/23: Sibyl
Universe // Characters: How To...// Esteban 
Author’s Note: I have no idea how to properly read tarot cards but I did do research on the meanings of the cards. I tried to keep it accurate but I apologize for any mistakes I may have made. 
It had been almost three months since the break up with Michelle. He only knows it’s been that long because one of his roommates has started crossing off the days on a small calendar hung up on the refrigerator since Esteban’s days and nights have been booze soaked and blending into each other. He hasn’t even picked up his guitar to practice and his band is getting frustrated. 
But he just can’t feel the music in his fingers anymore. 
He’s numb. That is the only word that fits how he’s feeling at the moment. He blames that numbness on his current circumstance: dragged out to the Austin County Fair with the few bandmates that haven’t completely given up on him. They limit him to beer, just enough to keep his hangover at bay. They try to get him to play some of the carnival games but he refuses each offer. He’s there, he’s observing, that’s enough for now. 
He breaks away from the group when they decide to try to outdo each other at a ring toss game and finds himself passing in front a fabric draped tent. A wooden sign with the name “Sibyl” is hand painted with crescent moons and stars. The scent of sandalwood wafts out from the interior and it makes his nose itch. 
“Come on in,” a voice calls out to him. 
“No, I’m good,” he responds before starting to walk away. 
“Scared?” 
He turns around and sees a young woman with short dark hair, an off the shoulder blouse, and skin tight ripped jeans with Dock Martin boots. “Don’t believe in it.” 
“Just because you don’t believe in something doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” 
He thinks he can feel the two silver Saint charms that he now wears, St. Gregory and St. Gianna, burn against his chest at the thought of having his future told. He starts to decline again when she holds up her hands. 
“How about a free reading? You strike me as someone who could use some guidance.” 
“Free?” 
“100%.” 
Well, why the hell not? His friends are still playing the booth games, now moving on to ski ball, so he follows the woman into the tent. He takes a chair at the card table while she takes the other one across from him. She holds a stack of tarot cards in her hand but then hesitates. She wraps them up in a celestial patterned fabric before laying them aside and reaching under the table. She pulls out another desk, wrapped in an old floral scarf. When she unfolds the scarf, he sees this deck is well worn, well used. Well loved. 
“My mother’s deck,” she offers. 
He tries to not let anything show on his face, give her any hints or clues about his situation. So he sits quietly while she shuffles the deck and tells him to pick ten cards. He does, swiftly and efficiently. He’s not sure just how much time he has before his friends start looking for him. She lays out the ten cards and then slowly flips them over one by one, before sitting back in her chair. 
“Wow. That’s…” she sighs. “Wow.” 
“What?” he smirks. “I’m going to die in three days?” 
“No,” she shakes her head. “Actually, you have quite a bright future.” 
“Is that so?” 
“Yes,” she points to two cards. “The Empress and the Star both point to a very bright, successful future. The Empress shows that you will have abundance and success. Since you chose it, I would interpret it as a strong marriage, children, and family.” 
This is a mistake. He never should have come in here. “What about that one? Isn’t that the Death card?” 
“It is. But Death isn’t always literal. See, you also chose the Three of Swords and the Ten of Swords. Three of Swords shows me you have a lot of deep emotional pain, most likely from a betrayal from a loved one which is represented by the Ten of Swords. When combined with Death, the cards are telling you to let go of the betrayal, the pain that it caused. Bury it and be done with it. That opens the door for the Star, which represents healing.” 
This is starting to be a little too accurate. But he’s made it this far, so why not keep going?  “Alright, deep emotional pain from a betrayal that needs to be buried for a bright future. How do I get to the future?” 
She gives him a half smile and points to the Knight of Cups and the Eight of Wands. “Knight of Cups shows that you’re a man of honor and chivalry. You lead with your heart, compassion and empathy. Keep doing that. The Eight of Wands shows travel and movement. Once you make the decision to move on, you will do so swiftly. This could also open the door for a whirlwind romance if you’re so inclined. But that’s not going to be part of your long distance future.” 
“So the whirlwind won’t last?” 
“No,” she shakes her head. “It’ll be a stepping stone for this.” She taps the Two of Cups. “This card shows a partnership between two people. With romance, you’re looking at a life partner, a wife that’s your soulmate. You’ll work together and be successful in both career and love. Given how this card sits with all the others, that is what tells me that if you can bury the past, you will have a happy future.”
“How about money? Will I be rich and famous?” 
She looks back down at the cards. “Well, I don’t know about rich and famous but I see both the Knight of Pentacles which shows that you’re practical and hard working, enough that you’re fairly stable financially. And then there’s the Three of Pentacles which means you’ll find success through teamwork with someone else, like a joint project.” 
“Like a band?” 
“Maybe.” She sits back with a long sigh. “In summary, you need to find a way to let go of the hurt that you’ve suffered. Stay chivalrous, keep trusting your heart to guide you even though it feels like it betrayed you right now.  Have that fling, get it out of your system, and then keep your eyes open for business opportunities that may lead you to the person you’re supposed to be with. And who knows, maybe what you lost, will come back to you.” 
He nods, gives a small smile, reaches into his pocket and hands her a twenty dollar bill. “Unfortunately, what I lost, there’s no bringing it back.” 
“Energy never ceases to exist, it can come back just in a different way, a different form.” She crosses her arms. “And I told you the reading was free.” 
“Just trying to be chivalrous.” 
“Save it for the road, Esteban.” 
He reluctantly pockets the bill and steps out of the tent. He takes a moment to digest what she told him. He’s lighting a cigarette when he realizes she used his name. And he doesn’t remember ever telling her his name. He turns back to the tent only to see fabric draped across the door and a closed sign propped outside on a small table. 
He wanders back around to the games and reunites with his friends. After a few more passes through the fairgrounds and a couple more beers, they all decide to call it a night. He climbs into the back of the 1969 Chevy Impala that belongs to the band’s bassist while the drummer takes shotgun. They’re about five minutes into the ride when the bassist glances into the backseat. 
“You’re awfully quiet, E. What’s on your mind?” 
Esteban leans back against the seat. “I’ve been thinking of doing a road trip.” 
“Cool,” the drummer responds. “But don’t go and leave before you fix my mother’s computer tomorrow afternoon! Ma gets touchy when she can’t play her slots online.” 
“I’ll go tomorrow, don’t worry.” Besides, he saw one of the houses in that neighborhood setting up for a some kind of party in the backyard. Maybe he’ll crash it, see if he can’t find that whirlwind romance.
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“They like the smell of burnt mac and cheese?”
“They like the smell of begging.”
CHRIS RODRIGUEZ THE MAN YOU ARE
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elizaisdunn · 7 months
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how I imagine Grian telling the gang it’s time for a new season
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mo-mode · 4 months
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I know it’s controversial but I think Annabeth geeking out over the Hephaestus contraptions was adorable
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dragondawdles · 5 months
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peace and love on planet earth
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goldensunset · 6 months
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people who go through the main tags of big and tumultuous fandoms looking for new fresh good posts to reblog are essential to any circle. they’re like true hunter gatherers leaving the safety of settlement and braving the unknown wilderness to find food for the flock. they risk their lives every day and will come back with a few scratches at best and severe psychological damage at worst
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