#skip jackson

[bamfwizard]

"do you think we're with each other in every universe?"

[penumbrathoughts]

Slip Jackson mindlessly doodles all over his arms. There are always chemical structures and formulas, little diagrams of moons and stars, tiny hearts, and smiley faces. He probably absentmindedly doodles on Petya's arms too. Don't ask me how I know this. I just do.

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

percy: *traumatised, mental breakdown, his situationship got stabbed, now he has to face his feelings, his enemies know his biggest weakness, worried about war, worried about prophecy, worried about his soul getting reaped, losing friends by the minute, his situationship got stabbed, now he has to face his feelings, everything's crumbling*

annabeth: *who got stabbed* you look cute when you're worried 😏🤪

[mediumgayitalian]

“I’d pick you up at the airport.”

“What?”

“If we were normal. I would — have one of those signs, you know. When you came back from your adventures.”

“Oh.” Nico snorts. “I’m still fucking off all the time when we’re normal? And you’re not coming?”

“It is woven within your very soul to fuck off as you please,” says Will sagely. “You get antsy. You know, like a house cat.”

He laughs when Nico shoves him. Less when he loses his balance and rolls into a tree, but he crawls back, anyway, kicking Nico’s ankle as he lies back next to him, folding his hands over his ribs. Nico watches him for a moment, tracing the round edges of his knuckles, until Will’s smile begins to twitch with him knowing, and he looks hastily back to the sky. It’s embarrassing, Will’s snorting huff of amusement, but more than that it’s electrifying, zapping a trail down Nico’s spine and making him shiver.

He can feel the heat Will is always throwing off, blazing every centimetre from his shoulder to his heels, a hair’s breadth away, a millimetre of distance.

“What else would it look like?” He clears his throat. “Our, um. Our normal?”

Will hums. “New York, probably. Big-ass penthouse with your trust fund.”

“I’m a trust fund baby?!”

“Hey, Nico, how much does dish soap cost?”

Nico opens his mouth, and closes it again. Will’s snickers get louder. Is it considered bad etiquette to banish one’s significant annoyance to the Underworld? Only permanently, probably. If he only keeps him there for a couple weeks it should be find. A couple weeks would be appropriately humbling.

“And what do you contribute?” Nico asks, instead of answering. (Not because he doesn’t know. Obviously. Because he is dignified, that’s why.) “Your dimples and boyish charm?”

“Yes, obviously.”

Well.

“…Okay, fair.”

Will snickers triumphantly.

“You still a doctor?”

“Mhm.” Will shifts, mouth curled in amusement. “Paediatric in Mount Sinai. We live close, by the way. You said it’s cause it’s close to Central Park but really you like to hide my lunch in the mornings to have an excuse to come see me.”

“Sounds like you forget your shit a lot, actually.”

“That, too.”

He looks over and smiles at Nico and for a moment he is convinced, wholly genuinely and truly, that the sun that’s been hiding behind the clouds all day has finally peeked out, because he can actually feel his whole body warm, in that slow-rising, penetrating way; he can actually smell the surge of sunshine in the air, feel the red glow in the backs of his eyelids, taste the brightness of the light. Every one of his neurons sinks into his system, sighing, cells reacting to thousands of years of memory of the gentle warm of the Earth’s closest star.

But the sun is not shining, and there is only Will, and his too-big teeth brush against the bottom of his lip, and his dimples show, and his eyes crinkle, and he is more radiant in even his old stained camp shirt and fraying jean shorts than his father has ever been and could ever hope to be. A thousand planets could thrive under a hundred blazing stars and none could come close to him. He knows it, how those ancients felt, the drunken surety as they stood and challenged the gods, swore up and down that their beloveds outshone Venus, Diana, Juno; Will does, Will does, and Nico understands intimately the hubris in a way he scoffed at as a child, because the words bubble and boil and threaten bursting inside of him now. What claim have the Olympians? Over sunlight? Over beauty? Over Will?

“We’re happy?” he says instead, choking hoarsely over the veneer words, over the blocked desperation, truth. “In our normal, we’re happy?”

“Always,” Will whispers. He twists onto his knees, crawling the two inches over to press close, close, closely, hand gentle on Nico’s stomach when he tries to sit up, and presses his lips to Nico’s cheek, dry, twitching with his smile, shaking with his laughter. Nothing is funny, and he isn’t joking, but Nico can feel the giddiness bubbling up and out of him the way sadness flows out in tears; when Will is giddy he giggles, constantly, hiding it barely in his hands, and now he presses it into Nico’s skin, because he knows how Nico aches to hear it, how he watches him like he’s burning it into the ridges of his brain. “I am always happy with you, Niccolò.”

“I love you,” Nico says, fiercely, and it will never be enough, not in English, not in Italian, not in Greek, but he will try. “Te amo. Capiscimi? I love you, Will, I —”

“I know.” The tiny little vibrations of his laughter are — intoxicating; Nico is drunk, ascending. “I know, di Angelo. Sap. I love you, I know.”

He dissolved into giggles into the crook of Nico’s neck, and Nico is lying, still, facing the clouds, and he is warmed, and he is warmed, and he is warmed.

[somewhereincairparavel]

i have ALWAYS promptly looked forward to jason grace's povs in the hoo books to the point where'd I'd flip the pages till I find the words "JASON" and would count the amount of povs he has in the whole book before I even finished reading, so I feel excited knowing that I'll get to his povs soon. there, I said it.

[mioakem]

Character development is opening the lost hero for the first time and thinking “who tf is Jason?” And then years later being obsessed with him and constantly being in the trenches defending him from the fandom

[percicosoftcore]

you wouldn’t believe how happy it makes me to think of percy calling mrs. o’leary his and nico’s dog.

[lynsstrange]

that’s the rage of a prepubescent twelve year old boy right there

[hopefulrunaways]

So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

Day 4: In Tartarus together @percico-nicercy-events

[what-the-phoenix]

They kept the waterbed scenes!!!!!!!!!!

Link [X]

[whatsitzface]

The way Annabeth was thinking so far ahead of Percy that Percy was confused. The way she refused to elaborate on anything, and then was like; 'I'm surrounded by idiots' whenever someone (Percy) didn't understand her. The way she looked so smug after she pushed Percy into the water and he got claimed. THE WAY SHE WAS SO BLUNT!!!!! ("ARE YOU STALKING ME??" "yeah lol")

Sorry, but that's the most accurate Annabeth in the world holy smokes Leah did such a good job. All my forgotten love for Annabeth's character that I felt while reading the books just crashed into me full force and I'm frothing at the mouth with obsession.

“-You’re gonna expect me to know how to do something I don’t know how to do, and I end up falling flat on my face, I- I can’t really have that right now.” “You still don’t get where you fit into all of this, do you?” SHE’S TALKING ABOUT THE PROPHECY AND HOW SHE KNOWS HE'S A POSIEDON KID, BUT SHE HIDES IT AS HOW HE DOESN’T KNOW HIS PLACE IN THE CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME!!!! BECAUSE SHE WON’T TELL HIM!!!! AND ITS EPIC BECAUSE IN THE CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME HE DOES FALL FLAT ON HIS FACE, BUT IN THE PROPHECY HE DOES GET HIS DAD TO SEE HIM!!!! And then she fixes his armor plate, making sure that its secure. Making sure he won't get hurt. That's not part of her plan, and things always go according to her plan. She's the game master. IM SCREAMING

[bamfwizard]

happy slip saturday tpp tumblr

[penumbrathoughts]

Double-art post today! It's the scientist dude! Slip Jackson.

[venux777]

the reason percy was so weird in heros of olympus was because he was facing withdrawal symptoms from being away from his mom for so long

[happyk44]

percy needs to be haunted by bianca's ghost more

[ollies-headcanons]

Okay, normal highschool pjo AU , heres who would be who.

Nico would be asleep after first period

Will is the one guy whose really good in music class

Thalia is also really good in music class but not like Will. Will is good with ukeleles and the acoustic guitar and shes the one that can play any and all greenday songs on the drums.

Chiron is the principal and Mr. D is the teacher that genuinely just really hates kids and does NOT want to be there

Annabeth is like the only one taking notes. If not that shes reading, even if the teacher is talking. Nobody tells her to stop reading either.

Percy is the one always asking to copy off peoples notes or homework. Also he was the only one that successfully memorized the water cycle.

Leo is the really loud class-clown except hes different because hes actually funny. Hes also always in the tech lab. And in the ww1-ww2 sections and history he was always trying to figure out how all the bombs and military machines worked. Also he somehow always got hid work done and turned in even though he never paid attention

Hazel is always braiding SOMEONES hair in the back of the class

Piper has all the cool highlighters and spends the majority of class listening to music. She also uses hearts for periods and for like the dots on her i's

Jason is just there. Nobody really knows what hes doing but hes there. That or he was the history nerd.

Grover is the one that always chews on his pencils (ifykyk)

Clarisse is the one getting in another fight every lunch period

Silena is the one who doesnt bring a pencil case school. Only a makeup bag. And everyone loves her for it because she shares and helps people with their makeup.

Rachel is the artist that everyone wants to partner with to do like art projects if that makes sense. Also people are ALWAYS asking her "omg can you drew me!!1!!!1!!1!!!1" (average artist experience)

Reyna is the mom of the group that brings snacks and pencils for everyone.

Frank is the one that knows every fact about every animal.

Lester is the guy that looked like he was too old to be there. He didnt have any friends but sometimes people would talk to him out of pity.

Luke is the one who pretended to like everyone but never did and everyone else pretended to like him but never did

Naomi is the mom that shows up for everything. Assemblys, plays, anything. Shes there

Stoll brothers are he ones that graffiti the bathroom stalls