#autistic Percy Jackson

[punkeropercyjackson]

Fun Percy Jackson things(that're totally canon)

Had baby dreads in TLT,wicks in TTC,twists with a faded from gray to white streak in TLO,an afro for most of Son because he didn't remember what styles he liked but gave himself dreads with muscle memory in the climax,diy'd sea based material beads for them in MOA,grew out his hair so much by the time he was 19 he had to switch to locs and dyed them the mermaidcore style with the base colors still there as per the requirement

6'4,midsized,darkskin with strong features

Audhd no masking game with special interests in blue,the sea,kidcore,anarchy,cats,video games,energy drinks,child care and the Superfam(DC)

Full name is Perseo Isadore Jackson

Transfem bigender and was on estrogen but got no surgeries and is fem-leaning and only a guy in a girl way and owns multiple Blahajs

Afrosolarpunk who switches between traditional afropunk,earthy black girl and kidcore fashion and mixes and matches since the sea does not like to be restrained and likewise refuses to hold himself down to aesthetic by participating in punk culture instead of being a poser

Best friends with Nico and Hazel and is their older brother figure and pseudo-parent that radicalized them into punk culture too as they had plenty of makings of punks already and they all live with Sally post-Boo as she legally adopted Hazel like she did Nico post-Boo and they run a family bussiness at Familia Jackson Beach Shack and Percy harrasses Poseidon for money for Nico's mobility aids and chronic pain meds and gives Hazel special treatment to help her recover from her extra brutal trauma

Does NOT fw the gods or titans on any level and decided to revolutionize the greco-roman mythos world in a four book four year sequel to Hoo after graduating from Goode High and earned the title 'Hero and Destroyer of Olympus'

Black4Black and includes mixed people but perfers to date women as princess-y black girls are her exact type

[phinamina]

hello perleo nation

[mik3stuff]

Jaypercy :]

YESYESYES THEM

Super rush but I just had to LMAOO (+the little feet in the right is miles's)

[puzzled-pegasus]

I made this instead of sleepin

I really need to write a cute fic of these two being friends cus my feelings are getting out of hand lmao

[the-gods-dam-snack-bar]

Listen to me..Autistic Percy jackson.

[wearepansies]

Percy’s one of those extroverted people who love people, but also have no idea what social cues fucking are.

Welcome to his hades guys.

[punkeropercyjackson]

And yet y'all act like Percy is a dumbass amongst genius'.At least he has the excuse nobody tells him jackshit,everyone else is way dumber than him for not pointing it or anything else out.Free my man from the incompetency allegations,he pulls through more than anybody else

I’m sorry if I was in any version of the pjo universe I would’ve clocked that Percy was the son of Poseidon as soon as the bathroom incident occurred. Tf you mean ��I wonder who your dad is” he EXPLODED A TOILET. Chiron this is the second water incident you have witnessed how are you still confused

[hamiltonandpercyjackson]

something i think everyone forgets about heroes of olympus is that literally no one thought they would come out alive. like all these 15 year olds were like "yeah ik going on this quest from california to rome will probably kill me or one of my best buddies but YOLO" like what how are we all so ok about this

and you can try saying that any of them didnt so before anyone tries:

-annabeth in the WHOLE of house of hades

-frank with his fire stick of death

-nico thought he was the loose end no one would try to protect in battle and shadowtravelling with the athena statue

-percy and jason both couldnt remember important bits so thought they would miss something and get everyone killed

-hazel thought she would literally curse someone BY ACCIDENT

-piper always accidentally using charmspeak on gods, putting her and everyone else at risk

-special mention for reyna because she nearly killed herself giving energy to nico

AGH i will never forgive rick for doing this

edit becasue i forgot leo (forgive me for my crimes it was 2am)

-leo thought he would BLOW EVERYONE UP !??!?!??!?!

[punkeropercyjackson]

I love how there's genuine debate on who would be Hobie's godly parent in a Spiderverse Pjo au.........as if he dosen't literally live on a houseboat.Same energy as in The Lightning Thief when Percy blew up a bathroom through exploding the water pipes and people still wondered if Poseidon was his dad or not💀Hobie is Percy fr fr

[phinamina]

percy redesign (because i cant seem to not redesign him every 2 weeks) and worldbuilding because i love worldbuilding . did i mention i love worldbuilding? because i do

also beckendrof made the ring on percys pinky finger

[mik3stuff]

Jaypercy headcanons?

OKAY OKAY WAIT

Big Gf x Big Bf so they borrow each other's hoodies

They watch Bluey together (by unofficial means because god forbid they give money to Disney) and every time Bluekenzie appears on the scene they stare at each other flirtatiously

Have matching Huntlow keycharm plushies (Miles introduced them to TOH)

First meeting with mama Sally and Jason was nearly crying cuz "she's so sweeeeeeeeeeet"

(When they were leaving Sally hugged him and then he started sobbing like a baby)

Agender4Bigender so genderfuckery-swag couple

'I hope they play Hot to Go'

Jason introduced Percy and Artemis (don't know a lot about her but believe they would be friends)

They cuddle a lot (who's big spoon and who is little spoon is up to you, they switch)

Arospec4Arospec and Acespec4Acespec realness too

They share special interest in some cartoons, a gf (a.k.a. you) and a two sons (a.k.a. me and and Miles)

Cat Gf x Dog Bf, Miles drew their fursonas

I think that's it and I believe I got 'em right lmao

[1800-lemon-boy]

Friendly reminder that Nico Di Angelo as a child, loved pirates and Greek mythology.

Imagine a 10 year old Nico getting excited that the Greek gods exist, then finding out that he gets to learn how to sword fight just like pirates do. (He was so excited he ended up cutting his leg resulting in a scar)

And now imagine all that excitement disappear when he learns that he can never show his big sister what he learnt.

<33

[screenshotsonpinterest]

I try to avoid anti-percabeth posts because defensiveness is not a good look on me and obviously no one is going around saying that the MOA judo flip was Rick’s best writing choice but also like?

Oh no? Did the character who canonically isn’t very good at handling her feelings react poorly to being overwhelmed with emotions? Was that a little cringe? Does that make her an abusuer? Should we call the police? Grow up.

[echo-stimmingrose]

When Jason first gets his glasses, he loses them constantly. He forgets to put them on in the morning, leaves them laying in the bathroom and other random places- (like Leo's room but he has no idea how they got there-). Not to mention the one time multiple times, they flew off of his head while he was flying. This frustrates his friends to no end cause "you gotta be able to see, man."

Annabeth proposes some kind of glasses strap/chain so they stay on him at all times. As a joke, Piper finds a glasses chain straight out of an old librarian's purse, with a bunch of little jewels and charms on it. Jason ends up absolutely loving it. "It jingles when I shake my head!"

A few jokes are made about his "grandpa glasses" but he actually looks frustratingly good in them. Eventually he amasses a collection of different chains for different occasions that he keeps very neatly stored in a little case.

His favorite chain by far though is one that Leo made for him. It has custom charms for each of his closest friends; a yellow lighting bolt for him, a blue lightning bolt for Thalia, a fire for Leo, pink dagger for Piper, water drop for Percy, owl for Annabeth, bear for Frank, gold gem for Hazel, sword for Reyna, and a skull for Nico, all connected by little blue beads the color of his eyes.

[poppitron360]

The most relatable thing about Leo Valdez is that he has a tool belt of infinite pockets and it’s still not enough fucking pockets.

[mediumgayitalian]

“What are your parameters for loving me?”

Careful to keep her head locked forward, Naomi glances over at her son. Will’s picked-bloody fingernails scrabble at the worn bandage around his wrist, twisting until his knuckles turn white. The car shakes with his violently bouncing leg, out of time with the shuddering engine and rumbling dust roads under the wheels.

“There aren’t any.”

“There have to be — some.” The bandage is longer than she thought, unspooled in his lap. He winds it back up again quickly, hands blurring; darting around his wrist, tapping on his knees, flexing and locking, flexing and locking. “I mean, what if I became a misogynist?”

She snorts. “I think you’re good, honey.”

“No, Mom, what if? Think about it for real. You’d stop loving me, right?”

“I might knock you around a bit, but it’d pretty hard to stop loving you completely,” she teases. She pinches the stubbornly-clinging baby fat of his cheeks between her knuckles, ruffling his hair when he ducks away.

“Seriously, Mama.”

“I dunno, Will. I’d send you to work for your Auntie Di for a while, probably. Reckon she’d straighten you out good.”

“Okay.” He nods, twice to himself, chewing on his lip. The bandage is wrapped around his elbow, now, pulled tight enough that she can hear the groan of his joints. “Okay. What if I killed someone?”

“Be a pretty hefty secret for the two of us.”

“An innocent person. Cold blood, just because I wanted to.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I could, Mom. People are — unpredictable.” He picks at a hole in his shorts until it’s wide enough to slide three fingers through, pulling the bandage in after them. It looks yellowed next to the green of the fabric, worn. “Sometimes you think you know someone but you don’t.”

“I know you.”

She pushes on her turn signal, slowing to a near stop. Will’s twitching fingers unconsciously synch up, cri-tap, cri-tap, cri-tap. The rusted rims groan as her tires amble around the bend, quieting as she lurches forward. They both duck as she hits a pothole, narrowly avoiding the warped ceiling.

“Cold blood, Mama.”

“I’d — it would scare me, I guess.” The next few potholes are smaller — she can avoid them with some manoeuvring. A mouse darts out onto the road, rushing out from the surrounding cornfields, and she slams on the break, thrusting her arm out to the passenger side. Will’s hands come to cup over her forearm as he slams into it, grunting softly. The mouse sprints across the rest of the road, tail swishing behind it, disappearing into the stalks. She settles back into her seat, brushing across Will’s seatbelt as she does, and presses the gas again. “More for you than of you. For what would happen if someone came knocking.”

“You wouldn’t report it?”

“No I wouldn’t report it, Will, Jesus.”

“But I — but I did something evil.”

“This is a hypothetical, baby.”

“And in the hypothetical. You’re —” He scrubs his hand down his face, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re a good person. You have — morals.”

“I’m a person, Will.” The GPS beeps at her — twenty-five miles to the Tennessee border. “And I’m a mother before that.”

“So if I — you would just — just like that? You’d — forgive me?”

“I’d love you,” she corrects.

“But you wouldn’t forgive me.”

She shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“So how do you know you’d still love me?”

“Because there’s nothing you could do, baby. I mean it.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even if I was a bully? Or a landlord? Or if I — liked boys?”

He says it quickly, or tries to, but he stumbles over his words, tripping over the syllables. Naomi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard.

“You would still love me, if I — if I —”

Keeping her movements steady, she removes her boot from the gas. Will glances, fast, at her tightening knuckles on the steering wheel, looking quickly away. She guides the car to the shoulder of the road, pulling into park, and kills the engine, unclipping her seatbelt and turning ninety degrees to face her son. Will crowds into the corner of the seat, hunching in on himself, shoulders tense and curling, hair failing over her lowered head.

“Oh, Will.”

His body shakes as she pulls him into her, hands trembling so bad they spasm, twitching out of the fists he makes. She shifts until both of her arms wrap tightly around her torso, ignoring the burn of the trench, tucking his forehead into her collarbone, dropping her lips to press against his temples, his cheeks, the crown of his head.

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s — not. I’m still, I can still —”

“Sh.” His tears drip onto her shirt, her skin. He chokes back a sob and she tightens, reflexively, pulling his whole body even closer to her, somehow, making space for his too-long legs, knees hitting his chest, feet dangling off the seat, gearshift shoved into his thigh. His chest heaves with the effort of keeping his cries locked up in his throat, hidden behind clenched teeth, squeezed shut eyes. His fingers cling onto her shirt, twisting the fabric so hard it warps. Her own fingers clutch desperately at the ridges of his spine, the inside of his elbow; squeezing, holding, bruising. His voice is rough as raw grit and reedy as pond scum, barely above a whisper.

“I like boys, Mama.”

“I heard you.” She rests her forehead on his shoulder, her own breaths shuddering. “I heard you, sweetheart.”

“I like — a boy.”

“Okay.”

“For a long time.”

Her swallow constricts her throat, shoving the air back in her lungs. How long, she cannot bring herself to ask — when was it, exactly, that he decided he could not trust her with this? When did she lose that privilege? Was it when he started protecting her from the pain in his life, or before? When he lost everyone close to him at once, or when he broke down and told her about it? When was she no longer the person he ran to when he was scared, nervous, afraid?

He used to come to her for everything.

“I love you,” she whispers, voice wet as it slides against the lump in her throat. She squeezes him again, and this time, he squeezes back, pressing his face into her skin. “Will Solace, you are what keeps me going, do you understand that? Come up here, baby, look at me.”

His eyes aren’t hers. He takes after his father, really; after his older brother once upon a time. But he speaks like she does and smiles like she does and stands like she does, and when he cries he gets that same look, like the ocean has emptied itself inside of him. She cradles both palms to his wet cheeks, thumbs pressing under his eyes, kissing his forehead, his cheekbones, wiping the tears away.

“Fifteen years long you’ve been the light of my life. I need you to understand that, Will. I have never loved anything like I love you and there will never be anyone who comes even close. There is no hypothetical, no situation, no anything that could change that. There are no parameters. None. You understand me?”

“Everything stops,” he croaks. “Everything has a limit.”

“Not me,” she says firmly. “You ain’t a baby no more, baby, but you’re gonna have to pretend for a moment that I know everything again. I am telling you that there is no boundary. And I am not giving you the option to disagree. You are my son and my sun and that’s final, Will. That’s final.”

His face crumples. She pulls him close again, sighing, letting him curl up in his lap like he’s ten years younger than he should be, instead of the ten years older he acts. She runs a hand through his knotted hair and another down his back and presses her lips to his temples, holding him every place she can reach, and rocks them, even though there’s no room to do it, humming slow and low under her breath.

“We’ll get there,” she promises, tapping a beat on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Okay?”

He nods into her neck. “Okay.” His voice is small but not cowering, thankfully; small like he’s hiding in her instead of from her. She fights the urge to sag into him, to burst into tears of her own.

“I love you, Will. No matter what and forever.”

“I love you too, Mama.”