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you’re a symphony (i’m just a sour note) chapter 1

by @jasonsmclean

The room is filled with noise, the sound of string instruments being played consuming all other sounds. There’s the occasional shuffling of sheet music, or the frustrated sigh, and whispers lie just beneath the peaceful hum of music. It’s a comforting loudness, one that would soothe over any stressed soul.

Once the clock hits six, silence takes over the once pleasantly noisy room. It’s almost ominous, the hearing equivalent of watching clouds cover the sun. A hush falls over the musicians, putting their instruments in resting position, their expectant eyes immediately focusing on the black-haired conductor in front of them.

Only Reyna isn’t ordering them to pull out a particular piece yet. Her eyes stare at the clock, almost in disbelief that the time has the audacity to hit six. By the time a minute passes, the orchestra shifts uncomfortably because Reyna never starts practice late. It’s evident nobody knows why she hasn’t started.

Jason knows. He can’t help but to look past Reyna at Annabeth, who has an emotionless look on her face. “He’s late,” he informs her.

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mob au • valentine’s day 

Valentine’s Day has always been one of Percy’s favorite holidays. He loves love, and he doesn’t care who knows it, which is why Annabeth grows to take it so seriously. It never mattered much to her before he was in her life, but now that he is, all she ever wants to do is shower him with nice things. Valentine’s Day just happens to be the perfect excuse to do that.

Annabeth watches the slow rise and fall of Percy’s back, moving a finger to lightly trace his name across his smooth skin. She reaches J and he begins to stir, groaning as he lazily rolls himself onto his back.

He stretches his arms above his head, palms flat against the headboard. “Morning, baby,” he says as he turns to look at her.

“Morning, baby,” she says back, perfectly content to keep watching him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Percy smiles from ear to ear, diving forward to place a kiss to Annabeth’s cheek and neck. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

He pulls away but Annabeth chases his lips, her fingers finding his chin to keep him close. She immediately deepens the kiss, fighting off her smile and Percy’s hand lands on her hip.

“You drive me crazy,” she says against his lips.

“Trust me, that’s a two way street,” he says, placing another quick kiss to her lips. “You been up long?”

Annabeth turns to her nightstand to take a quick look at her phone. “A couple hours, but that’s only because I had to get your present ready.”

Percy raises his eyebrows, his eyes shining with curiosity. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm,” Annabeth confirms, biting her bottom lip. “Wanna see it?”

Percy’s eyes glance down at Annabeth’s bare legs, then back. “Always.”

Annabeth cackles, and shakes her head. “That part of your gift is for later. I am talking about part one.”

“I get multiple gifts?” he asks with surprise.

Annabeth runs a hand through the hair that hands in Percy’s face, gently running a finger down past his ear and along his jaw. “Of course you do. Only the best for my valentine.”

Percy tears down the stairs, so excited that he forgoes his usual ride down the bannister. Annabeth follows at a more relaxed pace, tying her black silk robe a little tighter as she reaches the bottom stair.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Percy yells from the living room, and Annabeth smiles wide with satisfaction.

She rounds the corner to find Percy sitting on the floor as two puppies, each with a red ribbon tied to their collar, attack him with kisses.

“YOU GOT US PUPPIES!” he shouts as he looks up at her with tears in his eyes.

Annabeth sits on her shins across from Percy, drawing the attention of the Newfoundland puppy who toddles over to her clumsily. “Are you happy?”

Percy swoops the other puppy into his arms, kissing its head as he nuzzles it. “So happy it’s stupid. But you always make me feel that way.”

Annabeth blushes as she bends down to place a kiss on the Newfoundland’s head. “Would you look at that. Another two way street.”

A few hours later, the pair sit out on a giant picnic blanket in the backyard with a spread of food prepared by Percy as the puppies explore their new territory. Percy lays with his head in Annabeth’s lap, a goofy smile spread across his face as Annabeth plays with his hair. He laughs his way through a story about his and Grover’s middle school days, and Annabeth traces the laugh lines that form at the corners of his eyes. With the sun shining down, his green eyes sparkle like the harbor on a calm summer’s day, and while she has never been a big fan of Valentine’s Day, with a Valentine like Percy Jackson she finds it hard to not relish in the joy of the holiday.

“Will you be my valentine forever?” she asks, her hand resting over his heart.

Percy’s smile somehow grows even wider. “Like you even have to ask.”

She bends down to place a kiss to his forehead but he grunts in protest.

“You missed,” he says with a pout, and points to his lips.

Annabeth smiles and happily complies, kissing his ridiculously soft lips. She pulls up and laughs as, with perfect timing, both puppies appear and launch themselves onto Percy, coming after her next.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Percy,” she says in a daze of happiness.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Annabeth.”

May 18, 2020. João Pedro Mattos Pinto was murdered by the police IN HIS HOME in São Gonçalo, Rio de Janeiro. he was only 14. when the police murdered him, he was PLAYING in his own backyard. his house now has at least 72 bullet holes in it’s walls. and his mom’s heart has one giant hole, that one type that is impossible to be ever filled again.

this happened exactly a week before George Floyd’s murder. João Pedro was black too.

it doesn’t matter where you from. all cops are bastards. all of them. brazillian ones. us cops. even the ones from your country. all of them serve the same racist purposes. 

João Pedro should be remembered. his life and Floyd’s matter so much.

so much respect for the protesters in Minneapolis. 

Line of dialogue with a ship. "Look, I would adopt this dog on the spot but sadly I'm married and I need to talk with Percy first"

Godzilla, and Other Terrible Suggestions

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Piper brings Annabeth to the animal shelter where she volunteers. Annabeth falls in love with a puppy. Predictable fluff ensues.

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“Oh,” says Annabeth, “oh, no.”

“See?” Piper says, and she hasn’t looked this happy in years. “There are so many puppies!”

Most of said puppies are crawling all over Piper, in her lap, in her shirt, chewing on her hair.

But there’s this one puppy, smaller and a little wobbly on its legs, that stumbles its way over to Annabeth. It has bright blue eyes and the sweetest little face she’s ever seen.

“Oh, no,” she repeats.

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madness of hera au

The throne room was absolutely pristine

The white marble of the pillars seemed to shine, and every pillar that had been broken before now stood repaired

Their cracks filled with pure gold

Percy stared up in awe, his eyes tracing every miniscule thread of gold that seemed to tell a story

In the middle of the room sat what had come to be known as the Reformed Council of Olympians (A name proposed (surprisingly) by Apollo and seconded (even more surprisingly) by Athena) around a massive table

As the clop of Chiron’s hooves began to echo through the room, the Olympians all stood to greet their guests

“Percy,” Athena said as she dipped her head in a respectful hello

Percy placed his hand over his heart and bowed slightly. “Lady Athena.”

Poseidon walked around the table and pulled his son into a hug the way swimmers are pulled into a rip current- aggressively and without warning

“Dad…. Dad, I can’t breathe,” Percy wheezed.

“Oh right!” Poseidon said, setting Percy down gently with a chuckle. “Sometimes I forget how fragile mortals are. Plus I’m just so damn proud of you, son.”

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fic: would it really kill you (if we kissed) [8/?]

rating: explicit pairing: percy/annabeth, with previous luke/annabeth summary: It wasn’t like Annabeth hadn’t been warned about him. In New Rome, there was just one unofficial rule to surviving and thriving for demigods and mortals alike. Avoid the son of Neptune. At all costs. support: ko-fi

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Annabeth knew she should be polite and deferential to Frank’s rank, maybe even apologize for her behavior that day on the training field. She had a second chance to improve the praetor’s initial impression of her, to charm him and get him on her side. She needed as many allies in high places as she could get in New Rome; Jason and Piper had impressed that much on her. Her friends would want her to be the bigger person.

But her smarting pride still hadn’t learned its lesson about patience and instead, she snapped, “Praetor Zhang. Steal anyone else’s training fields lately?”

Piper rolled her eyes. Well. There went being likeable.

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mark it on the calendar, kids. it’s both annabeth’s birthday and the first time i’ve ever met a self-imposed deadline for writing fic. 🎉

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This is honestly amazing

i was in a thrift shop the other day and they were playing the most unsettling variations of normal christmas music, culminating in this rendition of the 12 days of christmas except it was like 12 guys all singing over each other and going “no!” and interrupting the lyrics with random other phrases until they deadass just started singing 5 golden rings to toto’s africa. can anyone confirm that this is a real song and not that i stroked so hard i astral projected into a universe where everything is somehow worse than it is here

Breonna Taylor’s petition has still not hit its goal. It takes next to no time at all to sign it. So if you haven’t, please do it and signal boost.

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stop watching anything with gal gadot in it — that ESPECIALLY includes marvel. they’re not even good anyway lmao. military-sponsored propaganda.

“not watching something” is genuinely the bare minimum. it’s the simplest boycott that could be asked of you.