#Sally Jackson pjo

[starlightbooklove]

Sally Jackson really said "drop everything now meet me in the pouring rain" and Poseidon answered

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

my favourite thing about sally jackson is how she's stayed such a romantic her whole life despite what she's gone through and nobody talks about it. she sacrificed her years of school so that she could take care of her dying uncle. she was deserted by poseidon after having his kid. she sacrificed the next few decade or so of her life taking care of percy and was repeatedly abused and put down by gabe, all while struggling to become educated, even though gabe disapproved of it. majority of her life was wasted away for the sake of other men. but she put in the work, went to college and became an author who writes romance books. she supports and roots for percy and annabeth's love and is not strict on them at all. she started a new family. she reclaimed the part of her that was a dreamer and was young to pursue her dreams, even at an age where moms are usually expected to retire.

[nervoustoastthing]

I love content of Sally and the pjo kids. like yes. let that lady love these kids as if they were her own.

send me Sally and the pjo kids content and I will love you forever.

[sortaawkward]

I just know Poseidon was WAITING by the phone for Sally to call; like even “I dropped everything to answer” takes a second but this was immediate and the way it was a half eaten Sunday NOT EVEN SALLY’S FOOD.

Like my brother in Olympus you didn’t even try to hide the desperation 💀

[xixovart]

mali’s hcs for aquaman’s doppelgänger i think (percy. it’s percy.)

love my og homie

i'm coming in hard and strong (that's what she said) and saying that percy would NOT love taylor swift!!!! percy is an edgy teenage SKATER BOY!!!!!! he listens to d4vd tame impala childish gambino arctic monkeys and the neighbourhood!!!!! stop the percy swiftie allegations!!!

i know this is basically canon in the show but percy, like nico, was an absolute pain in the ass for sally. this kid would draw all over. everything. do not give a six year old percy a marker he will draw on your fancy white couch. or eat it. could be either.

sally having to fight for her LIFE to get a nine year old percy to wake up for school. “mom i can't go to school im sick” “you just accidentally kicked me in the face with the strength of a motivated horse you liar”

honestly she was so done with his bs. 5th grade for percy was an ERA.

“percy no you cannot put your hand in a blender.” 

“percy we do not eat rocks.”

“percy get up from the floor, we are at the supermarket. no you cannot have a fruit roll up.”

“percy it’s three in the morning why would you want to go to the zoo.” “to see the penguins ☹️”

korra coded

reminder that he’s canonically a skater i’ll never get over this.

he loves band shirts and has a bunch of posters all around his dorm

i think he likes the rain, even though it’s zeus’ domain. it just calms him down. (im projecting)

reminder that percy isn’t dumb he’s just chaotic

percabeth skating dates i'm hyperventilating 

he really hated third grade. when asked about it he will say “the chaos and the mind games…” and not elaborate 

percy “grover is my wife” jackson

percy was actually pretty quiet in school. he wasn’t usually a class clown, he’s just the quiet disabled kid who got crappy grades (and was absolutely stunning i should mention)

captain of the school swim team <3

really likes 7/11??? for some reason?

the second he got his licence (and a car) he would nEVER stop driving. after tartarus, he would space out and disassociate, and he often had panic attacks. driving with no destination helps him calm down.  (IM PROJECTING)

estelle absolutely adores her brother. like never leaves his side. she would cling to his leg whenever he had to leave and she would BEG to come along whenever percy and annabeth went on a date

he eats a LOT. like so much.

he got used to using military time after his training with lupa and his time at camp jupiter :)

“you are just a boy, you are no man, and nobody you know will understand.” except it’s about percy in the original series, who was so heavily relied on to be a hero that he lost his sense of self. we as a fandom joke about this so much but percy lost his innocence for the people who ruined his and his loved ones’ lives. he sacrificed his humanity because of the gods’ blatant abuse and ignorance of their children. he is a child for the entirety of the original series, a child who has gone through so much and so rarely gets a break. even when he’s in school, when he’s not at camp and doesn’t have to worry about olympus, he still fucking does. he still never rests easily because the world’s fate hinges on HIM. not zeus, not his father, him. the scene with atlas was so significant because it represents so much. in a literal sense, percy, annabeth, and luke—the three who carried atlas’ burden—had the fate of the world on their shoulders. one shrug and the world could collapse. what most of the fandom fails to see is that the second percy was claimed, his childhood ended.

[extraaa-30]

Y'ALL LITERALLY STFU PERCY IS REPRESENTATION FOR THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY GIRLIES

are you telling me at 12 years old you, greek mythology gay on tumblr, would NOT have clocked every monster??? are you REALLY DEFINITELY SURE ABOUT THAT???

bc bestie I'm sorry but 12yo me was WAITING for opportunities like percys. i'd be like hmm who wants the bolt if it's not hades EXCESSIVE & UNNECESSARY KNOWLEDGE IT'S YOUR TIME TO SHINE dw y'all I've been training for this

Except literally Sally was training Percy for this.

[audreyscribes]

SALLY JACKSON HEADCANONS/THEORY I HAD WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL:

A/N: Hi everyone! I just remembered at 3 a.m. when I was sleeping about this headcanon I had when I was like 15? 16? when I was in high school and the SON OF NEPTUNE had came out at the time. It's a bit wild and I may be misremembering some details cause its been a while but I couldn't hold it in so if you want to give it a read, go ahead!

I just remembered having these headcanons back in the ye old early days of my PJO days and pre-fandom involvement; where we get bits and pieces of Sally Jackson’s backstory and my brain went wild. Someone has probably thought of this or not, but we learn Sally’s parents died in a plane crash around Lake Ontario caused by mysterious circumstances at one point that no one knows about, then we find out that there’s the Roman camp with the fact there are legacies and basically those who have ties with the Roman camp and etc, and we find out about the Lost Eagle that the Fifth cohort lost in Alaska-

So what if Sally Jackson is a legacy herself? And her parents knew they were legacies, one of them at least, and went off to find the Lost Eagle, or at least tracking a lead on it but whatever forces made their plane crash so they wouldn’t be able to. It fits with the common Greek mythological theme, especially the mothers of great heroes are descendents of well known individuals, often somewhere in their family tree line they’re descendents of gods themselves; this makes more sense on why Percy is so powerful as a demigod too. Don’t ask me what god it would be in the family tree, hopefully not Zeus/Jupiter cause that would be messed up or tragic irony right there.

And like Rich Jackson, Sally’s uncle, probably knew but kept the truth from Sally to protect her cause whatever killed her parents may follow after Sally, and the cancer he gotten may have been actually cancer but it could also be induced by a curse. There’s also a stretch that he convinced Sally to drop out of high school so she wouldn’t see any demigods that may have been in her school, which either as a legacy or a mortal who can see through the Mist, may be be too eyecatching of the godly realm. 

If I had more energy like I did back in my early FF.net days, I would’ve crafted a story where Percy and Sally come across someone who knows about their ancestry and legacy and there’s a whole shebang of claiming their rightful place and revenge and etc etc. Or something somewhere along the lines of like Annabeth and Magnus with the Chase family being a family that are all so particular and end up attracting the gods, regardless of their origin.

[bugwolfsstuff]

My flight has been dlayed so heres an out of context meme yall are getting from one of my wips

I am up for better ship name suggestions btw

[knightofthenewrepublic]

[yasyassie]

I just love Sally Jackson so much. I love how she's flawed and how she tries and she keeps trying again and again and I love how tender and caring she is despite the hardships of raising percy alone.

I love how kind and gentle and nice percy turns out because of the way his mother raised him.

I love mothers who try their best and my mom is so imperfect but I love her so much.

[pick-a-funny-name]

Why does sally jackson being an olivia rodrigo fan make so much sense

[starlightbooklove]

"You have no one to Say it to..., and that is probably the most unfair part of all"

SPEECHLESS

JUST- I 😭😭😭😭✨😭

These actors are putting their hearts into subtle acting and eating it up

[bestmombracket]

BEST MOM BRACKET; ROUND 4

Propaganda for Eda 💚; Bisexual Old lady with an Enby partner (slay queen slay), adopted a titain, nearly killed herself when she thought her kids would abandon her and gets teary eyed when King asks her to adopt him. Also a very powerful witch to top it off.

Propaganda for Sally 💚; Put up with her abusive husband for years before deciding to kill him, was always very supportive of Percy, and had to manage to raise a kid who was half god with monsters coming after him 24/7 also later on died for her son.

Propaganda should be used to bring your side up, not the other side down! Please be respectful! The moms are watching 💚

[kingoftheu]

Poor Sally Jackson. Pregnant at a young age, abandoned by her lover to raise the child alone. Has to deal with knowing he’s marked for death from the very beginning. Marries an asshole.

But worst of all she has to endure life as a Knicks fan.

[bushrakathawala]

"grandpa."

"don't call him that."

[blade-liger-4ever]

The Hardest Goodbye

Poseidon stood on the shore, watching the waves lapping at the sand as the sun slowly crept down toward the horizon. A wind blew by, chilly, and although it didn't bother him, the baby bundled in his arms squirmed and began to cry.

Turning so his body blocked the stiff breeze, Poseidon hefted his seven month old son, Perseus "Percy" Jackson, higher so that his neck wouldn't be damaged. Shushing the child gently, Poseidon soothed, "It's alright, Percy. Everything is fine. Your mother will be here soon."

Percy continued to squirm, but he soon quieted. Looking out at the sea, Poseidon pulled his son closer to his chest, briefly wondering if Percy could sense how heavy his heart was.

In all the time he'd spent with Sally, he'd never felt more comfortable or content. Where once the raw power residing in the oceans and the allure of the great depths and its creatures had called him to rest and hunt, they now seemed like shadows of a life he could barely call his own. Even now, though he was about to return and never set foot in his son and lover's lives again, Poseidon could not feel anything but contempt for his domain.

God of the seas, storms, earthquakes, and horses. Titles that he'd proudly worn in the past - even though he and his fellow Olympians were only caretakers in the Great Plan - now seemed like a childish interest that he had clung to. Perhaps his elder brother Hades had outgrown that thought process sooner than he had; it would certainly explain why he didn't care for Zeus' theatrics, and tolerated Poseidon's own swinging of moods for centuries.

By the universe, what had he been doing with his life?

Ever since he'd met Sally, it was as if his perspective had been changed. He no longer thought about the tides, the migrations of sea creatures, or the times storms were due each year as dutifully as he once had. And when he had thought of that, and even when Poseidon had overseen such matters, it had been at a declining rate of...punctuality. He arrived late, appeared in casual clothes that he quickly had to change when he'd realized he'd forgotten his Olympian garb, or forgot a few manners that were tradition. Somehow, Zeus had let it slide; perhaps Hera or even Hades had defended his actions, or bargained something in exchange to allow Poseidon his numerous faux pas to please Zeus.

But then Percy had been born. His son, the brightest star in his life, whose tiny, weak cries still both amused him and made his protective instincts kick in, entered his life, and made it better just by his existence.

And in the past seven months of his life, Zeus had had enough.

Two weeks ago, Zeus had summoned him for a private meeting. That was never a good sign, and Poseidon's growing dread was confirmed when he met his younger brother at Crete. They argued all morning over how Poseidon had neglected his duties, even though Poseidon had countered that the Olympians' roles was only as overseers of the natural order the Creator had made. But Zeus had made up his mind, and Poseidon knew there was no changing the decision. Zeus swore that once the seventh month was over - a number that was in their power to honor, no matter the circumstances - Poseidon would return to the seas, and Zeus would pass a law that prohibited all the Olympians from contacting their children.

That had left Poseidon two weeks to spend with Sally and Percy. He'd tried his best to spend every possible second with them, and make plans for when Percy could be sent to Camp Half-Blood for his protection.

Protection. The worst part of that meant abandoning them to a human man to mask Percy's scent from monsters and keep them from discovering his true identity. And not just any man would do; he had to have certain vices - an addiction to alcohol, or smoking - in order to completely cover the scent. Sally had assured him she would find someone with those traits with their best interests at heart, but Poseidon had a nagging suspicion that even if she found a man like that, he would turn against them eventually.

Percy gurgled, and looking down, Poseidon saw him reaching out his small arms toward him. Smiling, feeling his heart break, he reached over with his free hand and extended his index finger. Percy caught it with both hands, and laughed as Poseidon played with him.

He glanced at the horizon. The sun was just touching the waterline. Although he technically had until midnight, Poseidon knew he must leave soon after the sun sank below the horizon, and before the moon was high. If nothing else, his swift return might appease Zeus enough that he could find ways of watching over Percy without breaking the law behind his younger brother's back.

A car's engine caught his attention, and turning, Poseidon saw Sally park the Chevelle on the asphalt path. He watched her exit, gently slipping Percy's tiny hands into his palm and holding them as she descended down the sandy hill toward them.

"I managed to get off early tonight. Made plans for a uh, date later, to keep the coworkers guessing," Sally said by way of greeting, smiling, though it didn't reach her eyes.

Poseidon nodded, smiling slightly before turning his attention back to Percy. His son had his mother's hair, though his grip was, for the moment, more akin to his own.

"You sure you can't stay a few more hours?" She asked, and Poseidon risked another look at her. Sally was keeping herself composed well, even though there was still a tremor in her voice.

Keeping Percy in the crook of his arm, he stepped forward and pulled Sally into a hug. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, as if trying to keep him there by sheer force of her own will.

"My brother is not an understanding man," he whispered, holding her tightly. "And even if I could, I would risk raising his suspicions. This is the safest way."

And the easiest way for me to leave before changing my mind, he silently added, though he kept that thought to himself.

Percy began to squirm, and looking down, Poesidon saw his son staring up at him. Just like him, Percy had eyes as blue as the sea, and although they normally held wide-eyed curiosity, at this moment there was a degree of subconscious understanding in them.

He glanced across the sea, noticing that the horizon was already beginning to swallow the sun. An idea that he'd been ruminating on took solid form in Poseidon's mind, and looking down at Sally, he asked, "Did you bring some towels?"

Sally nodded, glancing at the water as it gently crashed against the shore. "Do you want me to get them?" she asked, already extricating herself from their embrace.

"Please do," he answered, briefly watching her swift retreat to the Chevelle.

Turning toward the ocean, glancing at the sun dipped a third of the way past the horizon, Poseidon waded into the waters, careful to keep Percy out of it for the time being. Keeping the water from soaking into his clothes, Poseidon stopped when he was waist deep. Still holding his son in his arm, he placed his free hand into the sea, gently moving the water back and forth.

Once he was certain that the water was at the right temperature, he slowly lowered Percy into the water, keeping his face exposed to the air, but letting the water trickle into his ears. Percy, having previously been kicking his feet, stilled as his eyes widened. Connecting to the sea and the waters of the world, Poseidon masked their presence from the wider Olympian community and fully opened his connection with Percy.

He felt his son's confusion and awe, knowing he had seen a portion of the ocean's grandeur and power. Pulling his senses back from the scope of what he'd exposed him to before it overpowered him, Poseidon strengthened their shared mental bond and spoke to him:

I know you will question why I left you both, he said. Percy looked him in the eye, still confused, but listening.

You will struggle to understand your place in the world, and if you cannot find it in yourself to forgive me, or - or to love me, I will accept that. But I want you to know that what I do is because I love you. I love you more than I have loved anything in the world, and right now, this moment, is my last gift to you, until you're old enough to enter my world. We may never see each other again, but I will always watch over you. From this moment onward, you will be under my protection. When you see the ocean, or feel alone, come to the water. It will provide you with the shelter you seek, and give you the healing you need, physical and mental. It will give you strength, power, and comfort. And when you think no one is listening to you or cares for you, I will always be listening, and I will always care for you. This I promise you, my son.

Percy began to make an agitated gurgling noise, and pulling him out of the water, Poseidon risked a last glance at the sky. The sun was almost completely below the waterline, and clutching his son to his chest, he turned and trudged back onto the shore. Sally was waiting, one towel in hand and another over her shoulder as he approached. As she opened the one in her hands to take their son, Poseidon leaned down and kissed his son's forehead.

"I love you, Percy," he whispered, voice trembling. He faced Sally, gently placing Percy inside the towel and helping her dry him for a moment. Then, wrapping him inside the towel, Poseidon embraced them one last time. He and Sally shared a final kiss, and pulling away, he murmured, "Goodbye, Sally. Take care of yourself and our son."

Blinking back tears, Sally nodded and answered quietly, "I will. I love you, Poseidon."

"I love you, too."

Despite his attempts, Poseidon felt a single tear slip out and roll down his cheek. He smiled at them one last time, then turned toward the ocean. As he walked away, he turned into seawater and dove beneath the waves.

Agony hit him, and pain like he'd never felt pierced his heart as he assumed his true form and swam toward his palace. For the first time his eyes stung, and it felt difficult to breathe as he maneuvered around the various sea creatures. Even as the palace rose before him, he felt his vision darken, and for the first time, Poseidon realized what it must have felt like to drown.

Pausing just before the gates, he glanced at the trident in his hand. He spun it around briefly, then tentatively reached out to Percy through their bond.

He was met with a wave of confusion and sadness, and heard Percy's sobbing as Sally soothed him as she returned to the car. Heart breaking all over again, Poseidon gently sent calming reassurance and love to Percy. Soon, his son had settled down, and was lulled to sleep by Sally's lullaby.

Retreating from Percy's perception, Poseidon swiftly entered into his palace. As he passed the numerous rooms, he wished one could be made for Percy.

He stopped short of the throne room, a thought suddenly striking him. Camp Half-Blood had many cabins for the Olympians' children, but Poseidon had not had many since World War Two had ended. There would be little that would bring Percy comfort in the camp.

But there was a large lake a short distance from the training grounds...

Pushing open the doors, Poseidon entered into the antechamber. Although it could not be done for another year without raising Zeus' suspicions, he began to make plans for the type of cabin he would build his son.

After all, Poseidon thought with a weak, yet hopeful, smile. Zeus never said he'd pass a law forbidding that the Olympians make homes for their children.