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rip lily evans you would've adored the marías

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I have two presentations tomorrow, 2 assignments and 2 exercises but I will choose to be happy and sleep some good 7 hours 💗

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I love sleeping,I love being unconscious on my warm fluffy pink bed

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two bad bitches at the same damn time

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In another universe he's currently getting cancelled for dating me bcs he's 15 years older than me 😔

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percabeth is my otp. they are so fricking made for each other, it physically pained me when they were separated.

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One of the most iconic frames of S1 is when Poseidon is talking about Percy finding his way and where he belongs and then Annabeth appears and lifts him off the ground while the two stare at each other intensely, and then she looks away and he CONTINUES to look at her completely fixated.

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somewhere inside me is still the thirteen year old girl staying up until 4am on wattpad and ao3

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Percy Jackson x fem!reader

sypnosis: Cleaning up Percy’s wounds

The afternoon was slowly slipping into evening at Percy’s cabin. The air was warm and golden, with the last rays of the sun filtering through the trees, casting a soft glow on the room. The cabin was cozy and familiar, and for a moment, everything felt calm and easy—well, almost everything.

You were sitting next to Percy on the edge of his bed, a first aid kit spread out between you. He’d come to you earlier, asking for help to clean up a few cuts he’d gotten during training. It wasn’t anything serious, just a few scrapes on his arm, but it had become a little more complicated than it should’ve been. Percy, of course, was being a little too playful and distracted for your liking.

You gently dabbed at the cut on his arm with a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic, but Percy couldn’t seem to stay still. Every few seconds, he shifted around, trying to lean over and steal a kiss, his mischievous grin never leaving his face. You could feel the warmth of his body next to yours, and it made focusing on anything else incredibly difficult.

“Percy, stay still,” you muttered, trying your best to focus on his arm. “You’re making this so much harder than it needs to be.”

His smile only grew wider at your command, the playful glint in his eyes unmistakable. “But you’re so nice,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft, teasing tone. “I want to kiss you.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in just a little too close, trying to catch your lips with his. You pulled your face back just in time, letting out a sigh. “Percy,” you said firmly, trying to keep the frustration from creeping into your voice. “Stay still. I’m not trying to make out with you right now. I’m trying to help you!”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “I know,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief. “But what if I want to make out with you? Can’t we multitask?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to suppress a smile. “No,” you said, trying to keep your focus on his arm, “not while I’m trying to fix you up.”

He pouted dramatically, resting his head on the pillow and looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m just trying to kiss my girlfriend,” he said sweetly. “Is that such a crime?”

You let out an exasperated laugh, tapping his shoulder lightly to get him to stop moving. “Yes, it is!” you replied, rolling your eyes. “Now sit still. You’re lucky I’m even cleaning this up. You could just splash some water on it, and it’d be fine. So, stop making this harder than it needs to be!”

Percy chuckled once more, finding amusement in your response. He winced slightly as you cleaned the wound on his arm, but he kept his cool. “Aw, you know you love playing doctor for me, don’t deny it.”

You had to fight back a laugh, even though you were trying to be serious. Percy’s playful attitude was so infectious, and he always found a way to make even the simplest tasks feel like a game. “You’re impossible,” you said under your breath, but there was no real annoyance behind it. Just affection for how endearing he could be, even when he was being a pain.

Percy leaned back against the headboard, clearly still enjoying the interaction. “What can I say?” he said with a shrug. “I’m just too charming for my own good.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again, but the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth betrayed you. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” You grabbed the gauze and started wrapping it around his arm, trying to finish the job, but he was still looking at you with that damn grin.

“Come on, just one quick kiss,” he begged, shifting closer to you again, his face just inches away. “I promise I’ll be good after.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully at him, swatting his hand away when he reached for your face. “Percy!” You quickly swatted his hand away when he reached for your face. “No more kissing! I’m trying to clean your cuts, go splash some water then!”

He pretended to pout, but the twinkle in his eyes never left. “But A kiss would definitely make the pain go away. Proven medical fact.” he said, completely ignoring your previous requests.

You chuckled, unable to stop yourself. “You really are insufferable,” you said, shaking your head. You finished wrapping up his arm, finally taking a step back. “There. All done. Happy now?”

Percy’s grin was full of satisfaction as he flexed his arm dramatically. “I’m always happy when I’m with you,” he said, his voice soft and sincere despite the teasing tone. “And you’re amazing, you know that?”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, but you quickly hid the flutter of warmth in your chest with a playful shove. “Okay, okay. Enough with the compliments.”

He chuckled, finally settling down next to you on the bed. “Thanks for taking care of me. And I promise—no more distractions.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, his lips brushing softly against your skin.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you said with a grin, leaning into the kiss just a little.

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Give me more percabeth where they're weird codependent little freaks. Give me percabeth where the separation anxiety results in 219 dead 1000s injured. Give me percabeth where they'd probably glue themselves together if they found out how. Give me percabeth who lock themselves out to the outside world because the only people that matter are them and what they've been through. Give me percabeth who hate everyone except each other. Give me Percabeth who love each other so, so much that it goes past obsession, they are the only people that deserve to exist because its them and only them against the world.

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i don’t play about my comfort necklace

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thank god james potter wasn’t american because i don’t think anyone would be able to handle the level of frat boy he would exude

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pandora rosier is disorganized in every area of her life. she can rarely find clean clothes in her closet, her hair is always a tangled mess, she can’t remember the names of even sometimes her friends, she’s constantly tired, her relationships always fail because she’s too distant and avoidant, she’s never top of her class, and she’s always losing things. and it’s not even all that endearing, as she’s so cold to others in her frustration with herself.

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i say "this is my song" to abt 50 songs btw

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born to ride... or whatever lana del rey said

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looking at myself in the mirror saying "it's not real, it's fictional" after blushing for something that a fictional character said

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ginger women are goddesses. end of.