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even the PJO world acknowledges the existence of gods outside of the Greek pantheon. Jesus is not the son of Dionysus, he is the sone of the god of Israel. smh.

I didn’t think about that, that is pretty interesting. It brings up the question though, Muslims, Christians, and Jews all believe in the same God they just have different beliefs around Jesus, Muhammad, and how to worship/pray. So that God would exist in the PJO world but in what way? Like would it match the Jewish version, the Christian version, or the Muslim version. For example, many Christians believe in a holy trinity, and the PJO gods work off a belief system to exist, but other believers in the same God don’t believe in this holy trinity. So do they exist in the PJO world?

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This is fucking amazing and gives me hope for Humanity

hope is a skill

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hilarious how we can immediately tell where new readers are in the series just based on vibes alone. feeling immense rage and wanting to throw your book across the room because these two love sick idiots need to get together all ready? you're in the latter half of book four. violently sobbing on the ground because you never would have thought that one of the kindest people in the series would be the inside man? you're reading book five. resisting the urge to scream at the audacity of the author to laugh in the face of your deep-rooted despair? you just finished book three of the sequel series.

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He wasn’t even a big 3 kid. His dad was Dionysus. That’s how he turned water to wine. He was working with a group of demigods to do all of the miracles. He was the face of it because he was an amazing actor due to his father. A Poseidon kid used their powers to let him walk on water. A Hermes kid kept bringing more bread. And then there was two Apollo kids because of all the healing was too much for one.

WAIT - Guys-

Jesus was a demigod.

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I’m not telling them my name. It’d actually be so funny seeing them flunder about trying to figure it out. Like we’d go to Starbucks and I’d tell the cashier my name is Voldemort or something equally crazy, just so they wouldn’t know.

if somebody you knew for a year said "listen. im just gonna be honest here. i know ive known you too long to not know your name. but i simply do not. i dont know how this happened. im reasonably confident you told me your name at some point. could you remind me please" how would you react

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Hazel LMAO 🤣

Okay, hear me out: The seven decide to do a trauma candy salad on Piper’s social media, and within a day it becomes her most liked post and starts 6 new conspiracies.

Percy: Hey, I’m Percy Jackson, and when I was 12, I accidentally blew up the gateway arch, and there was a nation-wide manhunt for me because they thought I was a terrorist. I brought Reese's Pieces.

Annabeth: My name is Annabeth, and when I was 7 years old, I ran away from home and lived on the streets with two other kids until one of them was murdered in front of me. I brought starbursts.

Leo: Hi! I’m Leo, and my mother died in a warehouse fire, but my entire family blamed me for her death, so I was put in foster care. I brought skittles!

Piper: I’m Piper, and my dad was held hostage, and his kidnappers tried to blackmail me, so I brought the m&m's. 

Jason: My name is Jason and I was abandoned in the woods and raised by wolves. I brought some Swedish fish.

Frank: I’m Frank, and when my mom died, my grandmother kicked me out of the house and told me to go to California. After I came back to ask her about our family history, the house burned down and she vanished. I brought some gummy bears

Hazel: When I was 13, I died. I’m putting in life savers :)

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I can totally see a Capital Citizen hanging this up in their room.

I'm so stupid proud of this

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I DO

Something something violence has always been the primary love language for Waynes, something something.

It breaks me that Bruce loves Jason so deeply, and Jason is so completely unaware of it. He comes to the conclusion that love is religion. You have to see to believe.

I’m just thinking about Jason watching evidence of how wrecked Bruce is after his death. He stalks Batman, always, tracks down every movement and breath. He waits for the perfect moment to shoot.

Your father only dies once, after all.

That moment, mysteriously, doesn’t come.

Jason’s never been scared of Bruce. Fear, to him, is darkness and cold and a bleach white face laughing at him. Fear of Bruce not being there at all. That’s fear.

I need a scene where Jason, — Red Hood, — watches Batman pin down a mugger.

He doesn’t know what that man says. Something about getting on him for not being there when Wayne’s boy got killed.

He’s never been scared of Bruce.

But when he punches that man, over and over and over, when his throat makes those horrible sounds of gasping effort, animal and feral, he’s afraid. Afraid Bruce won’t stop.

He’s about to jump in when another, smaller pair of feet runs up to the scene and Jesus Christ that’s a kid — A kid wearing Jason’s old uniform. Wrapping his arms around Batman’s and clinging.

The man on the ground is motionless. If he didn’t blink, Jason wouldn’t know there was a face anymore.

But that’s not the worst part.

The worst part is Bruce crying. Gasping, punched out noises, his hands drenched with red, squeezing the kid so close to him.

“My baby. Oh my baby.”

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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I don’t Grover. I quite like them being in love and not being in danger.

percy, playfully: on a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you love me?

annabeth: right now? maybe a 6

percy: what, why?

annabeth, scoffing and rolling her eyes:

percy: what? i’m confu— oh my gods. this again? for the last time, it is not my fault that the store didn’t have my shampoo that you love! you are just going to have to deal with my hair smelling like sea and surf instead of nautical fresh for a little while!

annabeth: you could get it online!

percy: THEY’RE OUT OF STOCK!

grover: i miss when you two fought about normal things. like possibly fatal quests

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Selina definetly knew it was a baby mountain lion and decided to take it anyway. And if Bruce gets mad

a) she didn’t know (she did)

b) They are cats!

c) Damian will back her up and then Dick will back him up and at that point most of the Batfam will join in and Bruce will be forced to allow it.

DC Comics Election Day headcanons #16

Jason is, like, the opposite of a hipster. He only watches things after they stop being cool

To prove his point that candy corn isn't good, Alfred rolled it out into fondant to decorate a cake, and no one ate it

Barbara collects more water bottles and tote bags than she can conceivably use

Selina once mistook a baby mountain lion for a stray cat

For @hero-nerd

To get your own personalized headcanons, check this post.

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More fanart for Godfathers by @transificationbeem bc I am obsessed and very very normal! (With a small cameo of my version of Severus from Ask Anyone Who Knows Me)

This was meant to be a page of experimenting with how I draw Severus in different settings but the fanart urge got away from me and now we have a paint marker illustration (Also Fun fact mixing skin tones with paint markers is like unreasonably hard.)

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My new favorite way of coming up with DnD character names is google translating random phrases into other languages.

I DM and my players just met a group of NPCs and they insisted on talking to each of then cause they know I struggle with coming up with names. Jokes on them all of their names are insults to them in different languages.

Any ideas on how to reveal this to my players so I can laugh at them?

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Bruce would have a field day

A friend of mine found this on geo guesser. Alfred is urgently trying to stop Bruce from discovering it.