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how dare you do this to me
the way mrs dodds was like oh you got kicked out of 6 schools? one might question your parentage and percy immediately went hey why dont you shut the fuck up about my mom
Hot take:
Drew Tanaka wasn’t wrong not to forgive Silena and to not believe she died a hero.
It makes perfect sense that some people at camp would despise Silena. Not only did she betray them, but she also continued to pass information to the Titan army after Beckendorf died. Sure, she died for good reasons, but how many people got killed because of her?
Not only should some people at camp despise Silena (the Hephaestus cabin sure should), but more campers should be ambivalent towards her legacy.
That includes Clarisse. Sure, as soon as Silena died, she protested that she died a hero. But what about a few days later? When she’s had time to process and think? I think she would always wonder if her best friend only became her friend because she saw the way Clarisse forgave Chris and hoped she would likewise be forgiven.
All the characters in the series are, in one way or another, abused teens and children. I am not trying to make a “Silena was quantifiably bad” or “Silena was quantifiably good” argument. I’m arguing it should have been presented as a gray area, but was presented, instead, as black or white.
It’s actually more bazaar that people unambiguously believe that Silena was a hero, and that Drew is an outlier, rather than the majority of camp being ambiguous and/or disdainful towards Silena’s legacy, considering the damage she knowingly caused.
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Dear @roxyhorrcr your birthday present is so belated it ended up being a christmas present. I’m so happy for your friendship and I hope you have wonderful holidays <3
In retrospect, hosting Christmas dinner at their new home in Half-Blood Village while she was heavily pregnant, at almost 31 weeks, maybe hadn’t been Annabeth’s best idea. Christmas Eve was only a few days away and Annabeth was on what was probably her third breakdown of the day. The cause of this breakdown was her dad calling her to inform her that things had worked out in his favor and he could spend that holiday with her after all. Meaning that not only would Percy’s family be staying with them but her dad too, and they only had one guest room.
“We can change the fold-out couch from the nursery and put it in the studio and your dad can stay there,” Percy said after they had been bouncing off ideas for a while of how to make the sleeping arrangements of their guests’ work.
“But that leaves no place for Estelle to sleep.”
“I can ask around if someone has an air mattress and Tellie can sleep on the floor of the nursery.” Percy shrugged. “She’s twelve, still not in her rebellious teenage phase, we can just throw her in any space of the house and she’ll be chill with it.”
“And if she’s not?”
“Then it’s the price to pay for being the younger child and she has to accept her fate.”
“I guess.”
Under different circumstances, Annabeth would have laughed at Percy’s comment but instead, she took a deep breath. Even if this problem was almost resolved there was a lot to do, they still hadn’t decorated the house or even gotten a Christmas tree. Between both of their jobs they had been incredibly busy and they just hadn’t been able to find the time to do it. Construction at Half-Blood Village had been taking up most of her time and with campers arriving for the winter break, Percy had also been busy at camp. And with the holiday just a few days away she wasn’t sure there were any decent trees left.
She knew her friends would be more than ready to come and help her decorate or Sally would have no problem hosting the dinner at her own place, nobody would be let down and nobody would be disappointed, except for herself. She wanted the dinner to be perfect and she wasn’t sure how to explain that fact to Percy. How this Christmas in particular felt like everything she had ever dreamed of but never thought she would have and why she needed it to be perfect.
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Part I:
When Amelia and Percy walk into the Beckendorf-Beauregard home, it is bursting with life. Music plays through the lavish penthouse, an upbeat baseline for the rhapsody of parental chatter and children at play, washing over the father and daughter as they are led into the living room. Balloons and streamers hang down from the ceiling like vines in a jungle and Amelia points up at a purple balloon that she declares will be hers when they leave the party.
At the center of it all is Calvin, the birthday boy, with his mom Silena who removes a clip-on bow tie before patting her son on the butt, signaling him to get back to playing.
“You guys made it!” she says happily as she notices them, approaching Percy for a hug and then sinking down to Amelia’s eye level. “Hello there, Ms. Amelia.”
Amelia blushes and becomes uncharacteristically shy. “Hi, Ms. Silena.”
“The snacks are over in the corner and the pizza is on its way, okay?”
“What do you say?” Percy says, his hand resting on top of his daughter’s head.
“Thank you,” Amelia answers, leaning back on her heels. She looks up at her dad and sticks out her tongue. “I’m gonna go play with Calvin.”
“And she’s off,” Percy says, watching her disappear into the throng of kids. “Now where’s that hunky husband of yours?”
Silena laughs as she stands back up. “He’s in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on some cupcakes. I’m sure he’d appreciate some help.”
“Please tell me he’s in an apron,” Percy says pleadingly.
“I guess you better go check for yourself,” she says with a conspiratorial eyebrow raise.
“Just don’t blame me if after seeing me in the kitchen he wants to leave you for me,” Percy says as he goes. “I would be a great house husband. “
“With that ass, I know you would,” she shouts after him.
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"luke was right" luke was 19. have you ever met a 19 year old that was right about anything
luke was out there doing body shots of 4loko off dracanae on the deck of the princess andromeda and you motherfuckers expect me to believe he had a single good idea
Inspired by this amazing drawing by @windbyfire. Duda, I told you if you ever draw that pose I would write something to go along with it, here is my end of the deal, hope you like it!
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Annabeth huffed and closed her laptop in frustration, she had spent the last six hours sitting on the couch of their apartment trying to complete a stupid essay while also having the looming reminder that there were other few essays that she needed to complete soon. Her body was acting up with a mix of frustration, misery, and PMS, the perfect combination for her to hate her life at that moment.
“Leo you are gonna get us killed.”
With her laptop closed the music had stopped playing on her earphones and she could hear Percy, who was sitting in front of the small desk she used when she needed to draw blueprints. He was wearing the gaming headset Rachel had gotten him for his twenty-one birthday, his earth and environmental science book was forgotten on the floor, the presentation he had been working on a while ago was nowhere to bee seen, instead, his laptop screen was showing the online game he had been playing with Leo, Frank, and Jason for a while now. Percy cursed before typing frantically.
Annabeth looked at her boyfriend while a feeling in her chest started to form, it took her a few seconds to identify it: need. She needed Percy to hold her and kiss her and feel him near her. She never thought of herself as a needy person but if she didn’t feel Percy’s arms wrapped around her soon, she was going to start crying. But at the same time, she didn’t want him to stop the game just for her, playing was his way to unwind from college work, she knew he had also had a rough week and a not so great swim meeting to. Almost all week she had woken up to find Percy’s side of the bed cold and finding him on their tiny dinner table working on essays while drinking coffee as if it was water. Lately, he had also been going to sleep almost at the same ungodly time as her, and contrary to what their friends thought, Percy was the one on their relationship with the decent sleep schedule.
She felt her chest start to hurt in longing for him, which was stupid because he was just a few steps away from her, but her PMS had never been rational and sometimes leaned into dramatics, especially when the emotion was Percy related.
She heard Percy agreeing to a five minutes break and an idea started to form on her mind, and when Percy left the headset on the desk and stretched on the chair she started her plan. She quickly broke the small distance between them and gently pulled his chair back, winning a little yelp from him. With the new free space between him and the desk, Annabeth was able to straddle him and sit on his lap. Percy looked at with confusion but she only pulled him for a small gentle kiss, she could feel his arms wrap around her, and just with that small action, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
“Are you okay?” Percy asked her after she broke the kiss, there was a hint of concern on his voice.
“Now I am,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder. “Is it okay if I stay here while you play?”
Percy kissed her shoulder and before putting back his headset he said. “More than okay, babe.”
Annabeth Chase doesn’t have a sweet tooth, she isn’t a big fan of chocolates but there is a small chocolate store and a green-eyed chocolate maker that might change her mind.
Piper McLean didn’t expect to run into the (possibly) love of her life while she was buying chocolates still in her pajamas, but one smile from him and she was a goner.
I had the crazy idea of what a book cover for Sugar Sugar would look like and I commissioned @windbyfire to help me make this crazy idea come true. This is only part 1 of the commission, since the story is Annabeth and Piper’s they both deserved their own cover.
Duda did an absolutely fantastic job with this art and I’m still in shock in how stunning this piece of art is.
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anyways bc that anon is an IDIOT!! what are your hcs for beckendorf and leo having a sleepover/game night???
PLEASE THIS IS SO SOFT 🥺
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- it’s a known fact that charlie is the sweetest, softest, dorkiest boy at camp and the moment he met leo he was like... Baby Brother... I Love You and leo was just like 😎 bc someone loves him and considers him family? he is SAVORING this
- charlie & leo are the definition of night owls, it’s a FEAT to get them to bed before 3 am so often they’ll have a separate part dedicated to them in their cabin so they don’t disturb everyone else (bc they’re intelligent & considerate like that) and it’s sound proof so people won’t get annoyed! and bc they get HEATED during board games they’re SO COMPETITIVE
- the one time you don’t wanna get on their bad side is during a board game... charlie is screaming and laughing and crying at the same time bc how is he being beat by a 15 year old??? then leo has a smug face and charlie gets the swerve on HIM and starts winning and all of a sudden leo has fire in his eyes and hands and it isn’t until jason & silena come in (bc they know their passcode obvi) and they’re like... Please Go To Bed... and leo is whipped for his bf so he’s like charlie this was fun and we WILL be resuming this soon and silena can’t hold in her laughter at seeing these dorks having fun
- funny enough sometimes leo stays in the zeus cabin with jason when he REALLY can’t sleep and jason will create a certain weather bc he’s a real life temperature modulator and knows the perfect degree that leo falls asleep at (in his arms ofc they’re Soft boyfriends)
- BUT. when leo is just in a mood to be w charlie they stay in their separate bunker having a sleepover and OOF these are the best nights of leo’s life :’) there’s so much junk food, they’re watching trashy romantic comedies and making fun of them (and crying when they get sappy), and it’ll hit that 2/3 am mark and they get to having deep talks
- charlie will speak about how much he misses his family and friends and how nervous he is sometimes about just camp and how he’ll ever have a normal life w silena if it works out you know? and he says it in a way that doesn’t makes leo feel guilty or anything and something people don’t always see is leo is EXTREMELY sensitive and can be very perceptive and he soothes charlie’s worries genuinely while throwing in a few jokes to make charlie smile - charlie considers leo a soft warmth, he reminds me of a s’mores at a campfire and sparklers and genuinely says thank you and gives his baby brother a hug :’) charlie is affectionate and leo loves it
- and other times charlie will just hold leo bc sometimes when leo rants he ends up crying unknowingly and talks so fast he can’t keep up with his own thoughts but charlie is amazing, he always knows what he’s saying so leo never has to repeat himself - leo will talk about his past and him and charlie cry together, and leo will talk about how much he’s in love w jason and will ask charlie for advice and charlie’s heart swells bc 1) he’s honored that HE is the go to for romantic advice 2) he’s getting closer to leo and that’s just so :’) and he gives the best advice - leo looks at charlie and feels a sense of comfort, the type of comfort he felt when his mother held him, he considers charlie to be the soft swell of a fire - warm, comforting, ALIVE and you can’t look away and you don’t want to, and he’s reminiscent of freshly baked cookies and soft teddy bears (please charlie is So soft he’s the local hugger - tyson will ALWAYS hug charlie no matter what)
- i think they’re genuinely so important for each other and have a bond that will never be severed - bc they LOVE each other so much and can be dorky brothers and will ALWAYS know the other has their back REGARDLESS! leo will be the best man at charlie’s wedding and vice versa in the future :’) hehe they already talked about it i love these soft chaotic saps :’)
Are there ways that we can avoid supporting Rick Riordan if we've already bought his books that you know of? Because while I like the books, I dont want to support him any more
um. fandom is supposed to be enjoyable, so feel free to do enjoy it away from it’s author!! i really do like pjo and exploring the world has been extremely fun for me. you can’t just say “i disagree with rickery 😠” and be done. so here’s some things to keep in mind i guess:
✅ DO reblog critical posts pointing out his mistakes and bad parts of his books. i specifically say reblog- likes mean nothing and do not show any support nor share the info.
✅ DO openly show that you don’t endorse his racism and sexism. this can be seen when you reblog posts!!! which by the way
🚫 DO NOT reblog just to reblog. actually read the posts and do your research to form your opinion
🚫 DO NOT reblog racist fanart. this is very tricky to do sometimes, but red-headed hazel? rainbow eyed piper? barbie blond sadie? lightskinned carter? AVOID
✅ DO read other books 💀 idk why people act like pjo is the only adventure series out there. support other (especially lgbt poc) authors. some recommendations are Elizabeth Acevedo, Sherman Alexie, Benjamin Alire Saenz, NK Jemisin, Madeline Miller, Nina Mortez, Malinda Lo, Toni Morrison, Nnedi Akorafor, Julia Alvarez, Ursula Le Guin, Ralph Ellison, and Sandra Cisneros. there’s… a million more out there whose names literally aren’t mr richard riordan
✅ DO follow bloggers who are POC… fandom is incredibly diverse but it never feels that way with the way the minority voices get overheard… however:
🚫 DO NOT pop into their inbox for every little question. i do not know why people believe every single poc online knows everything and wants to be asked everything- and some of them do!!! but so often are my friends feeling overwhelmed. they are not google. you know who is? google. it is not their job to teach anyone about racism- they are trying to enjoy fandom just as much as you. it’s crazy but people of color are still people 😳
🚫 DO NOT engage in vicious hate and bullying. there are other people trying to learn and step away from rick’s world. at the same time, if you make a mistake, don’t try to victimized yourself. unlike rick, learn to make a good apology and appropriately reassess your actions
After being stabbed Jason didn’t think he would make it to seventeen, after a month in a medical coma, months of intense rehabilitation to learn how to walk, he is not as strong as he used to.
Going to Crissy Beach in San Francisco was hard, he needed to lean often on Percy and Frank while walking and he would get out of breath so easily, he didn’t think he could use his powers without passing out. But the cold salty breeze was helping him breathe a little bit easier, the vegan picnic Piper, Leo and Frank made were delicious, the cake Percy made and Hazel decorated was one of the best cakes he had ever tasted and the brownies Annabeth bought from a bakery near her dad house tasted like glory.
Jason Grace was so sure he was going to die that day in Santa Monica beach, but now months later he was celebrating his seventeen birthday with his friends and Piper’s hand was resting on his knee and Leo was laughing and leaning against his shoulder while he laughed at Annabeth who just started running in the direction of someone walking a corgi asking if she could pet the dog while Percy followed trying to stop her. Hazel’s sweet laugh at their friends’ antics filled the air and Frank caught his eyes and only shook his head slowly with a small smile on his face.
Jason had gotten a second chance at life and this birthday, while surrounded by his friends, felt like a new beginning.
Alexandria “Alex” Jackson is four months, just a little thing of blonde hair and green eyes. Everybody that meets her says she is the perfect mix of her parents, but Annabeth knows better. Alex might have her blonde hair but everything else is all Percy. The way her eyes glint with curiosity when she meets new people, her little laugh, the round nose, how she seems to calm down during bath time, the way her smile takes Annabeth’s breath away. Every single day Alex takes more and more after her father and Annabeth’s heart grows bigger and bigger.
And now, watching Percy play with Alexandria while the lasagna that Sally brought over is cooking on the oven, the way Percy looks up with adoration and love to their little girl while wearing the #1 Dad shirt that Estelle gave him early that morning, Annabeth’s heart is full.
Once upon a time, all she wanted was a family that loved her and now her house is filled with the family she got to choose. From Sally’s laugh at the way Paul and Estelle playing in the background to Jason, Leo, and Piper fighting over who Alex would love more, and to Grover who is out to picking the cheese enchiladas he got for him and Piper.
She walks towards Percy and Alex and wraps her arms around her husband’s waist and kisses his cheek. “Happy Father’s Day, Percy.”
headcanons for Percy?
WHOOP WHOOP okay just to preface this, most of this is me going “hey i think being a kid of poseidon is a weirdly complex experience”
i think this is canon officially but percy’s music taste is one of the 78378837 things in his life he got from his mother; sally’s an old-school rock and old-school rap diehard, and percy follows right in her footsteps, because on days when gabe wasn’t home sally would turn their shitty little radio that sat on the kitchen countertop on and bang her head while cleaning or cooking or shuffling bills. trips to montauk were sally shouting the lyrics to an AC/DC song and tiny percy not knowing the words but wanting to join in, so he’s just shouting nonsense. a lot of the things percy likes, he likes them for sentimental reasons, and music’s just another one of those things.
when percy was first born for three weeks he would literally not stop screaming. he would not shut up. he would sleep for half an hour and then he’d scream for three. and then sally gives him his first real bath, and percy is the happiest he’s ever been since he’s been alive. i have in my head a very comical image of sally pulling percy out of the little tub and he starts screaming like a banshee, and then she sets him back down and he’s back to giggling happily, rinse, repeat - so eventually sally learns that she can clean the kitchen sink really good, stop it, and just drop percy in. after she figures that out he’s an insanely easy baby, and also toddler, because imagine if you could just dump a cup of water on your kid’s head and he’d just instantly be less upset. the downside to this is that water gives percy a lot of energy, but sally would rather be chasing a giggling toddler than a screaming one.
because of that, growing up, whenever percy was angry or upset and sally couldn’t immediately calm him down because she had to wrangle gabe, she’d tell percy to take a shower. percy takes showers based on his current mood. he thinks everyone does this, and one time at his first summer at CHB, annabeth is upset about a fight she had with someone in the athena cabin and percy’s helpful advice is, “maybe you should take a shower?” and annabeth gets so pissed because she’s 12 and she thinks percy’s telling her she smells. percy is extremely confused.
if he’s ever landlocked far away from the coast for a long time, he gets antsy and irritable and depressed, which is not something they figure out until annabeth’s first job involves her relocating to denver for six months and percy goes with her, and it is a truly hellish six months. they figure it out when they stop off at CHB on the way home because maybe percy just needs something familiar, maybe he’s just homesick, and then he proceeds to stay under the ocean for three days straight
while i’m thinking about headcanons relating to percy being half sea god, this kid drinks a truly astronomical amount of water. he’s like the king of the hydration nation. he has a reusable water bottle of truly monstrous size that he has to fill up every hour, because he is the most hydrated person alive, and he has been known to sometimes just stick his head under the faucet and drink directly from the sink like an oversized dog. beverages that are not water are unacceptable. annabeth, who lives off of tea, coffee, and red bull, thinks this is weird.
half sea god metabolisms go hard because percy’s body, although he doesn’t realize it because he’s never lived in the ocean, works doubletime when he’s not in the water. he eats so much because it takes more energy for him to exist on land than it does for literally anyone else. zeus and hades kids have it easy, they’re literally always breathing air or walking on land, they’re in their natural element just all the time. percy’s magic godblood is just screaming “what the fuck is this what the fuck is this what the fuck is this” and that’s why percy eats almost an entire meal every three hours.
further Percy’s Blood Is Half Seawater headcanons include: he has never owned an umbrella in his life because he just trots through the rain like nothing in the world is wrong, he’s not only more resistant to heat but also resistant to cold because the ocean’s pretty damn cold most of the time, he has a high tolerance to mortal drugs so when he gets sick not even the tamiflu can’t save him, if he’s near the ocean he gets really bouncy at incoming tide when the waves are strongest, always knows whether it’s an el nino or la nina year, and he doesn’t know it because NYC isn’t exactly at risk for hurricanes, but the closer he gets to natural ones the more batshit he goes. completely chaotic, can’t focus on anything, running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
living on a fault line or near a fault line is a NO GO he CANNOT DO IT. not just because percy accidentally triggering an earthquake on a fault line could Fuck Shit Up, but because the constant tension of the colliding of the tectonic plates puts him on edge. he gets stress migraines near transcurrent faults. being near intense volcanic activity for a prolonged amount of time, like living near an active volcano, just makes him angry. sometimes he gets inexplicably frustrated when traveling, it’s just because they’re over a failed ancient rift in the middle of a tectonic plate. and percy accidentally triggers a lot of earthquakes, but since they’re all intraplate quakes and he has no idea he’s doing it, they turn out to be more like lil tiny tremors, and people just kind of... don’t notice it. no one figures this out until after the giant war and percy’s struggling with night terrors and those tremors start getting a lot more noticeable. percy, annabeth, and grover have to go on a Recovery Roadtrip because staying in one place means percy’s doing a lot of damage to one specific area of a gigantic tectonic plate and creating a weakness in the earth’s crust increases the tectonic stress making subsequent earthquakes worse and also i fucking think they deserve a roadtrip what the fuck!
being a kid of poseidon needs to come with a goddamn handbook, but it’d be 1000 pages of the wildest shit imaginable, like “if you need a blood transfusion there’s not going to be any human that can help. you’re going to have to find a willing horse or ocean creature, and pegasi do not count” or “if you ever have the urge to just knock back a salt shaker like it’s a shot of vodka, that’s also normal, and encouraged”
i’m pretty sure canon contradicts this but lol canon is mine to ignore, but i think because of gabe’s tendency to be a gross human being, percy has grown into being a neat freak. annabeth leaves one (1) empty can on the table and percy makes distressed percy noises about how they HAVE A RECYCLING BIN, BABE, TRASH DOESN’T BELONG ON THE TABLE - also because of gabe, percy gets weird around alcohol and the smell of beer makes his heart hammer. which is awkward, because sometimes the older CHB kids who survived the titan war and the giant war celebrate being alive by sneaking in alcohol, and chiron will turn a blind eye to it because CHB is one of two places in the world where demigods are safe to be off their game. mr. d is seething, but, you know, that’s fine. so percy spends those parties cleaning up after people and cutting people off when they’ve had too much and chatting with the people who got drunk but accidentally got sad drunk. if they’re on the beach and the waves are crashing harder than usual, well, they’re a bunch of demigods excited about being alive, and no one really notices.
extremely good taste in sneakers he just wears those sneakers with like, the worst outfit imaginable
Percy got dumped by Rachel in the middle of a war and couldn’t bring himself to care I love that kid so much 😭
Also when Annabeth lowkey half-broke up w him when she called him a coward he was like ok I’m gna go save the world and their next scene together is him calling her for reinforcements in battle
Percy Jackson said i don’t really have the time for this & he meant it
The one Percy hasn’t had a haircut in over six months and really trust Annabeth.
Dinner had just finished and the seven moved to different places on the Argo II to rest and prepare for Charleston tomorrow. Annabeth knew she should go to sleep and try to rest, as much as she could rest when the nightmares wouldn’t leave her alone. She wanted to find Percy and have his arms around her, but he had gone to his room to try and contact Sally again. He had tried every single day, almost every hour to no avail, and Annabeth respected his privacy.
She had tried walking the decks for a while trying to clear her mind but she was getting angsty instead. Frank and Jason were on patrol, Piper and Hazel had gone to sleep since they were next on patrol duty, Leo was nowhere to be found and Annabeth honestly didn’t want to even think about what coach Hedge was up to, the less she knew the better for her sanity. She knew that if she went to her cabin she would use her laptop, trying to decipher her quest until she passed out. The idea of that made her stomach turn and filled her with dread, but she still found herself walking back to her cabin, mentally preparing herself for the headache she was about to develop.
What she hadn’t expected to see was Percy, already in his pajamas, chilling on her bed, lazily browsing one of the architecture books she had brought along on the quest.
“Oh hey, there you are!” Percy grinned at her and stood up from her bed.
“Hi,” Annabeth said, the stress leaving her body at just the sight of his smile. She broke the distance between them and gave him a quick kiss. “Any success?”
Percy shook his head and left the book on her desk. “No, the Iris Messages don’t go through and I’m starting to run out of drachmas. I tried using your phone but the calls won’t connect.” There were frustration and sadness in his voice that made Annabeth ache for him. “I just want to listen to her voice, is that too much to ask?”
Percy sat down on the edge of her bed and Annabeth sat on his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. “Of course not.”
“I miss her so much,” Percy said, his voice cracking a little.
“I know babe, she knows too,” Annabeth said. He nodded in reply but didn’t say anything, just hugged her a little bit tighter. Annabeth started running her fingers through his hair, a habit she had developed when Percy would end up napping in her lap, thanks to the Achilles’ curse. Over the past six months his hair had grown out and now, instead of the shortish tousled hair he had a shaggy curly mess that was starting to reach his shoulders. In the four years that she had known him, this was the longest his hair had ever been. He really needed a haircut but she wasn’t sure if it was the right time to bring that topic up, after all, Sally had been cutting his hair his whole life.
She was wondering if she could maybe get away with braiding his hair when Percy finally spoke.
“Hey, can I ask you a favor?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you cut my hair?”
Her hands froze in his hair. “You’re joking, right?”
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She’s talking about architecture.