#thatirishmichael

if that’s an iced coffee i have to disagree bc i didn’t even know what a latte was until i became a barista last week

why hello mister michael my list goes: 

receiving hand written letters from friends 

whenever louis checks in with us on twitter.. big bro vibes 🤧

buying books and staring at them 

spring and autumn.. mother nature is so stunning 

19. would you rather have 100 kittens or 100 puppies?

100 puppies because while i like kittens i just think puppies are cuter. also i am perhaps allergic to cats lmaoo

36. if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?

if this was a free vacation, take me to any beach resort for a week cause i could use that right about now. but i’ve always wanted to travel to greece. my parents took me to a good amount of europe when i was younger but i was too young to appreciate it so maybe hit up some of those places again?

38. are you a night owl or an early bird?

Imagine you're Sally Jackson. You watch your son go away each summer. He comes back with friends, and stories of fun. You see his eyes, watch the tired look in his eyes. You see the streak in his hair, though he won't tell you where its from. You know no child should mature that fast.

Imagine you're Sally Jackson. You watch your son as he asks your permission to bear a curse. You watch as he leads an army of other children - his friends - at not even 16. You watch him as he grapples with the fact that he lived, and many did not.

Imagine you're Sally Jackson. You watch your son deal with the fact that he's now just like any other kid. He struggles with tests, he goes on awkward dates with his girlfriend. You let out a breath you forgot you were holding, as life begins to settle into winter. Annabeth and Chiron can't look you in the eyes when they tell you he's gone.

Imagine you're Sally Jackson. Annabeth has been visiting weekly. You try to grapple with the fact that your son has been dragged into two Great Prophecies in less than a year, that he's likely surrounded by enemies without any knowledge of who he is. Despite Paul smoothing things over with the school, CPS arrives. They shouldn't believe your lies. You suppose you should thank the gods that they do.

Imagine you're Sally Jackson. Annabeth's visit dwindle over the months, and even when she's with you, you can tell her mind is back at camp. She doesn't really have anything new to say anyway. You play the message on your answering machine, and Paul rushes in to find you sitting among the shards and dregs of your coffee cup, Percy's voice echoing through the hallway.

Imagine you're Sally Jackson. In the past 8 months, you've only heard 34 words from your son. Annabeth visted you before she left, gave you an overview of where she thought they'd travel. You know she held most of the danger back. You see news of a freak hurricane in Charleston, a sinkhole in Rome. Somehow knowing more is worse.

Imagine you're Sally Jackson. It's the 2nd of August, and he returns home. He isnt saying much, and he is burned and scarred. You don't bring up the fact that those should be impossible. You see the pain in his eyes, but when he hugs you all you can focus on is the fact he's now taller than you.

astronaut: moon's wet

nasa employee: what?