#they look so happy aww

[never-looked-so-good]

📷 @/valeregermain

[antennabot]

Gone insane

[atomi-cat]

Meant to post sooner, but my Arthur plushie arrived! So happy he’s already making friends✨

[ladylunora]

aftermath thing :)

[yanqing-aus-daily]

day 44

[ratinthevoid]

käärijä with trans flag

[happyk44]

Lmao more about Grover aging at a rate of 0.4 instead of directly by half (12/28 = 0.4285). This is also assuming that Grover is only aging physically slower, but his mental/emotional capacity ages chronologically and with experience.

But anyway Grover has to get a fake ID to go to bars with Percy. When Percy turns 21, they realize ah shit Grover looks 16ish once they pull up to the club and immediately get turned away. Grover does have an official ID with his actual birthdate. In the past as a Keeper for Percy, Bianca and Nico, he also had a fake ID with an adjusted birthdate for whatever age he was supposed to be. He doesn't have either of those IDs anymore (he had to get a new one for B&N because Percy's would've put him at 14 and he needed to be put into 12 year old Bianca's class), so it's not like he handed over the fake one.

But the bouncer gives him a once-over and is just, "yeah no". They try to argue but the bouncer is like "if you wanna fight on this, I'm gonna keep your ID and call the police" so they give up (or rather Grover makes Percy give up because he got that look in his eyes and getting arrested on his birthday is not a birthday gift Grover wants to give).

In the end, they skulk around to some minimart and grab one of each alcoholic bottle with a weird name or label that they can find, are grateful the cashier doesn't seem to care that Grover looks 16 and barely even looks over his ID when he flashes it. Then they huff it back to Percy's apartment and taste test each drink on the floor of Percy's bedroom, because the whole point of going to the bar was to taste something that wasn't cheap beer stolen by the Hermes cabin.

Grover has a wildly fantastic tolerance for alcohol and Percy discovers that he is a lightweight.

The next time they try to go to a bar, Grover is sporting a temporary glamour from the Aphrodite cabin to make him look older. About half way through, they ring up Annabeth to make her do the math on how old Grover would have to be to actually look 21, and then the math on how long that would take because neither of them can subtract double digit numbers. Percy rediscovers he is a lightweight and, when the glamour finally starts to wear off, has to be carried back to his apartment by Grover, which makes for a ridiculous image of what appears to be a disabled 15 year old carrying around a grown man who won't stop talking about how much he loves his friends, including said disabled 15 year old.

[felissaurusrex]

I declare this waffle wednesday!

Painting like this is so much fun omg

[endlessfuckup]

this was the cutest video ever

[afterlife-2004]

[hannahssimblr]

There is heat. Actual heat on my skin.

While Jen and I amble along the edge of St. Stephen’s Green I'm dimly aware that she’s saying something, and really, I should be listening because it is her birthday and she deserves my undivided attention, but the sun has just appeared from behind a building and for the first time in months I am experiencing its warmth on the side of my face. Months of dark, wet gloom have almost made me forget what this feels like. It’s a familiar rush, actually… MDMA. Yes. That’s what it's like.

“Are you listening to me?” She says accusingly, and she snaps sharply into focus. 

“Yes, of course.”

“Well then what did I just say?”

“Um,” I peer around for clues. It is the fourteenth of March. The shops and restaurants surrounding the park have begun to put cheery little shamrocks in their windows, and the Shelbourne Hotel has hung tricolour flags up above the grand doorway. We squeeze in close to the iron railings to allow a slow moving crowd of Canadian tourists with fluffy green Viking hats, and Guinness t-shirts under their coats pass by. “Uh, you were saying that you hate St. Patrick’s day.”

She scoffs, “Um, well, I do hate St. Patrick’s day, it’s gimmicky, but that’s not at all what I was saying,” she makes a swing for my arm and I manage to dodge her, “I can’t believe you weren’t listening to me on my birthday.”

“I’m listening now, sorry, sorry…” The sunshine glints between a gap in the bud laden branches overhead and I squint against it. God, that really is nice…

 “...driving me kind of crazy, like, honestly, if we could even talk about something else for a minute…”

Oh, shit. I focus really intently on what she’s saying. “Michelle,” I announce triumphantly, “This is about Michelle.”

She rolls her eyes, “Yes. Of course. If someone could enact a ban on her going on and on about Evan all of the time, it’s like, Evan this, Evan that, ‘Evan is so sweet, he’s just not like those other boys’…”

I snicker, “Oh, they’re just in love. Don’t be such a misery guts.”

“Yeah, nobody goes on about it as much as them. I get it. It’s been like, six months now can they not just cool it?” She heaves out a sigh, “And I’m just saying, I’m not a selfish person, right?”

“Nuh uh, never.”

“But if we meet them in a minute and all they do is gaze lovingly into each other's eyes I’m going to be mad, okay? I’m going to be fully upset about it. It’s my birthday. They can bloody think of things to say to me.”

I sling my arm around her as we amble through the gates of the park. The spring flowers are in full bloom now, and the smiling faces of the daffodils beam up at us from the borders along the path. “Of course they’ll make a fuss about you, Jenny, they’re not monsters. Yeah, they’re full on with the PDA and talking about their big feelings but they love you and they’ll want your birthday to be special.”

“Well, good,” she says primly, “This is my one day.”

“They’ll have me to answer to if they don’t behave.”

“Ooh, big scary Jude,” she giggles, “Will you shove them in a locker or flush their heads down the toilet?”

“I never did that to anyone!” I elbow her gently in the ribs, “who do you think I am?”

“Like I don’t remember the breast-pocket-ripping rampage you went on in first year!”

We’re both tittering as we round the gentle curve of the path and are assaulted by the sight of Michelle and Evan in the grass by the Pavillion, lying horizontal and open mouthed kissing each other. I gasp and shield Jen’s eyes with my hand. 

“Ugh! No! Too late, I’ve seen them,” She cries, and I spin her around to me and get into her eye line instead so that she has something appealing to look at instead. “Do you think it’s too early in the year for ice cream?”

“No,” she says. “Are you gonna buy me some?”

“Yeah, as many scoops as you want. Maybe when we come back those two will have finished their little performance.”

“Ugh, yes please. How do you always know what I want before I do?”

I shrug, “talent.”

“Jude Turner,” She shakes her head as we walk towards the exit together, “you're such a friend to women.”

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[latestdreamgirl]

LOOK AT HIMMM. LOOK AT WHO I SCOREDDDDD.

[ratwars]

[radaverse]

There's this idea wandering on my mind

Samurai Jack making a YouTube channel to "learn the ways of the technology of Aku's futuristic world"

Jack trying to make reaction videos then being told to watch happy tree friends

[maximura]

Chasing That Feeling | 231027 Music Bank 2nd Win

[reinvent-luv]

NEW RYAN PHOTO!!!!!!!

“And #tbt pumpkin carving. Ryan Ross on the left! We were babies 🤣💀” from vickyt’s instagram