#thanks tyson

[hockeynutruthie]

The fact that Gabe's nickname is Gabriel landesnerd is freaking amazing

[1940snico]

Tyson’s Gift

“Brother! I made you this!” Tyson yells with glee to Percy as he hands him a small metal Tyson, “Now, I’m always with you!” 

“Thanks, Tyson,” Percy replied, unsure of what to make of it. 

“I got to go now. I have to go with Ella back to Rome,” Tyson said as he squeezed Percy into a tight hug. 

 “Bye, bro." 

“Bye!” Tyson ran off to Ella and waved as he got in the van. Percy waved back, then turned his attention to the small metal figure. It looked exactly like the Cyclops. There wasn't a single hair out of place. He stuffed it in his pocket and ran to his cabin. His mom would be here soon, and he hadn't finished packing.

 A few months later, Percy is in school. Annabeth is sitting in the seat next to him. They give each other the same look. A "guy" is now sitting in the desk ahead of them as if he had sat there all year. He was obviously a monster. 

Percy pulled his pen/sword out of his pocket. He didn’t uncap it yet, but was ready to at any moment. He bounced is knee in anticipation. He hadn’t fought a real monster in about a week, so he was overdue. 

However, nothing happened till sixth period math. The teacher, Mr. Lingen, droned on in his monotone voice. Finally, after a long lesson about the quadratic formula, he released the students to do their homework. 

Percy decided to show off and waded up some scrap paper. He tried to throw it into the trash from his seat. He completely missed and hit the monster. Percy muttered a few curses under his breathe in ancient Greek. He pulled out his pen again and tapped it on his bouncing knee. 

The monster turned around and looked at Percy directly in the eyes. He looked forward again and raised his hand.

“Yes, Liam?” Mr. Lingen asked.

“I need to use the bathroom,” The monster replied.

“Go ahead then,” 

The monster got up and growled at Percy as he left. As soon as he was gone, the son of the sea god got up and announced, “I need to poop.”

Annabeth face-palmed at her idiot boyfriend. Mr. Lingen rolled his eyes and gave him a pass. Annabeth grabbed Percy’s arm before he left.

“What are you doing?” She whispered.

“Seeing what this monster is up to,”

“I’ll come too,”

“No, Mr. Lingen will get suspicious. I’ll tell him I’m on my period, and that I have to leave now or I’ll bleed all over this classroom.”

“Have I ever told you how awesome you are?”

“Go, seaweed brain,”

Percy smiled and left the room. He cautiously walked down the hall and tried to find the monster. He didn’t need to look far. A Lycanthrope (werewolf) emerged from behind a group of lockers. 

“Well.. Well.. Well.. The other monsters told me ‘enrolling’ in schools with demigod scent would work, but I didn’t expect to find the son of Poseidon,” He hissed.

“What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your pack?” Percy questioned. 

“That is none of your business. Now, stand down or I’ll have to kill you,” He threatened. 

“Yeah right,” Percy mocked as he uncapped riptide. He lunged at the beast. His sword swung rapidly as if he was a god, but every slice bounced off the fur. At that moment, Annabeth turned the corner and yelled to Percy. 

“Lycanthropes can only be killed with silver!” She yelled. 

“Well I only have bronze!”

“Do you have anything silver?”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t know!”

Percy was growing tired. The lycanthrope pinned him to the ground. Annabeth leaped on top of the monster and started slashing at it with a dull spoon. It wasn’t very effective even though it was silver. This did, however, distract them, allowing Percy to escape. Unfortunately, he and Annabeth were backed into a corner. She held out her spoon as menacingly as possible. 

“Any ideas, wise girl?”

“For once, no. Do you have any?”

“N- wait,” He pulled out the mini Tyson figurine from his pocket, “I think this has some silver in it.” He threw it at the beast. It grew three times it’s size and slayed the lycanthrope. All that was left was some fading dust. 

“Holy Hera, I’m going to have to thank Tyson next time I iris-message him.” 

[mudbuddraws]

Here’s a sort of sketchy reference of my sweet bean, Tylstine! She’s my DnD character from a previous campaign.

[razzle-dazzle-dahlin]

I think of Tyson saying “wow wow wow!” every time that pops into my mind 

[voidslum-has-moved]

my music isnt musicing!!!!

@bloodandcumstains

[voidslum-has-moved]

4 INCH LITTLE DOLLS ARENT ENOUGH! WE NEED 18 INCH INFLATABLE SQUEAKY DUCKS!

@bloodandcumstains 

[cisphobicmutsuki-blog]

[3:56:35 PM] Tony "Ironman" Stark: for some reason i want buck, even as winter soldier, to have this really innocent 30's kid way of talking

[3:56:41 PM] Tony "Ironman" Stark: "Who the heck is Bucky?"

[3:56:59 PM] Bucky Barnes, Kawaii Soldier: I know you do

[3:57:01 PM] Bucky Barnes, Kawaii Soldier: i do too

[3:57:07 PM] Bucky Barnes, Kawaii Soldier: the worst he could do is call someone a punk