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@/PercySeries: It’s a very special day, demigods ⚡️ Happy Birthday, #PercyJackson! We’re celebrating with a gift just for you… #PercyPreview

First look at Percy Jackson and The Olympians

harry potter and his cool children

Annabeth: I’ll have the salad, no nuts please.

Waiter: Of course

Percy: It didn’t say it had nuts.

Annabeth: I’m allergic, so I tell them to be safe.

Percy: That makes sense.

Waiter: And for you?

Percy: I’ll have the steak, no bees please.

Are you affected by the Coronaviurs?

My city declared a state of emergency. Many businesses are suffering. Social life is kinda frozen – schools, universities, restaurants, playgrounds and so one had to close down for a couple of weeks. People are still allowed to go outside for a walk and to go grocery shopping, unless they were put in quarantine, of course. Sadly, there are a lot of young people who don’t seem to understand that they shouldn’t have Corona parties or other gatherings… If they continue doing this, the government probably has to enforce a curfew here as well to stop the virus from spreading.

So, please stay at home if possible. Don’t endanger our most vulnerable fathers, mothers, grandpas, grandmas, sisters, brothers and friends…

Take care and stay safe, everyone.💓

P.S: There are also some good things happening, though.

Dolphins are back in Venice, since the lockdown has improved the water quality. 🐬 Air pollution in China dropped due to the lockdown… I guess the world really needs a break of us human beings.

If non-magical people are called no-maj’s in America and muggles in Britain...

What are they called in Australia?

What?! You can’t not add the part where they do it to Sirius!! Please please please write that bit too! Plleeeaaassseeee

The Talk

Yes, this is happening. Now, I don’t know if any of this has been declared canon or if this has been done before but I could not get Pascal giving Logan “the talk” out of my head. So I wrote this. Because I’m obsessed with the cubs, Pascal, and sex-ed that explains safe, sane, and consensual sex.

Oh, and I’m also the same bitch who wrote Number 7 which was about James Potter in the Sweater Weather univers as well. Though that one was more angsty, oops.

These characters are @lumosinlove‘s creation and I’m forever grateful of her creating them and sharing them. Haz, I hope it’s okay I borrow them for a bit;)

You can read the original fanfic here: Sweater Wheather. As well as the sidefic of the cubs here: Coast to Coast

Also, let me know if anyone wanna see these on AO3? Because I could post them there as well but I don’t know if people are interested in that.

Anyway, here’s the story of Logan getting The Talk from Pascal. Enjoy!

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Logan quietly slipped inside and closed the door behind him before locking it. It was a little after nine and even though he knew Adele was technically supposed to be asleep by eight-thirty she was still most likely in her “light sleeping stage” and could be right back to hyper if she knew Logan was back home. So, to avoid Celeste’s tired murder eyes he tried being as quiet as possible as he slowly made his way towards his room.

He had asked the Uber driver to drop him off a good stretch before the house so he could run back home. He had skipped his morning run in favor of sleeping in together with Finn and Leo but had promised himself he would make up for it. It still felt worth it when he stepped out of the shower and he smiled stupidly at himself in the mirror remembering their soft smiles in the morning as he towel-dried his hair.

He was singing along to “Love on top” as he stepped into his bedroom with a towel around his waist, another still drying his hair absently. But as he lifted his head to find some clean underwear he jumped back in surprise.

 “Hello”

 On his bed sat Pascal, arms crossed and a way too untrustworthy smile on his lips. Logan quickly recovered.

 “Uhm, hi,” He said, glancing around awkwardly. “Did I wake Adele? I swear I was trying to be quiet. Should I-“

“No no, you’re good kiddo, don’t worry,” Pascal said but stayed quiet after that and proceeded to just stare at Logan who was still only in a towel.

Logan searched the floor for clean underwear, waiting for Pascal to say something. When he didn’t Logan spoke instead.

“Did you need something?” He asked, trying to remember if he forgot something that would make Pascal mad. “Or am I in trouble?” He side-eyes Pascal who grinned wider, still untrustworthy.

“Yes, and probably not,” Pascal said, pointing at the stack of clean laundry on the top of his dresser. “But I’m gonna be the judge of that.” He added and seemed to enjoy Logan’s confused reaction.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Logan said, slipping on the clean pair of underwear that laid on top of the clean laundry stack.

“Language,” Pascal said sternly, and Logan rolled his eyes because he knew Pascal cursed just as much as him. Logan was simply better at doing it when Celeste wasn’t around. “And you’ll find out,” Pascal then threw one of Leo’s t-shirts in his face (Logan slept in it, sue him) and patted the bed beside him. “Sit.”

Logan squinted his eyes skeptically at him as he pulled the shirt over his head and sat down beside Pascal.

Pascal turned his body towards him and cleared his throat. “I’m gonna be blunt about this, okay?” He rubbed his hands together and squared his shoulders just like he did before a game, just before they went out on the ice. “You’re gonna hate this but as you live under my roof, you’re my responsibility. And I take that seriously. Plus, Celeste says this might be good practice.” He grinned again and Logan suddenly wanted to scoot away from him.

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The people who love you Really Do love you. Your friends don’t secretly hate you. You matter to people. You are loved. Learn to believe it even if you think it isn’t true.

Anyone else write something down that you NEED TO DO but can never be bothered.

So it just sits there haunting you until you get sick of it nagging you and you do it.

Like...

Cleaning makeup brushes

Changing your sheets

Washing your bra

... Or is that just me?