Puck It Chapter 6

percabeth | godswap au | 1500 words | commissioned by @zacharandom

Anger is a comfortable emotion, one that greets Annabeth at the door like an old friend—somewhere to retreat when the outside world gets too loud. Being a daughter of Ares has given her many strengths, and sometimes Annabeth feels a little too strong. Some days her heart beats like a war drum. She can feel the pressure in her veins, her pulse hammering through her body like a soldier’s march. 

Everyone knows—Annabeth, Percy, the camp, Clarisse. And they, for the most part, know to stay away. Annabeth busies herself with a punching bag or dummy in the arena for a day and comes out her usual self, no sign of her father’s blessing. 

But that takes time she doesn’t have. 

Redesigning Olympus takes its toll. After the Titan War, Annabeth is determined to make the city of the gods a fortress. No one—Titan, God, or otherwise—will be able to turn her work to rubble. She and it will live on for millennia. 

Annabeth’s spends her days locked in Cabin 5, muscles stiff as she sketches, calculates, erases, recalculates. Food appears next to her a few times a day—courtesy of Percy, no doubt. 

Silena was the only one of her siblings who could get close when these moods struck. The rest of the Ares cabin want a wide berth during these times, so that’s what they give Annabeth. She tells herself it’s what she wants too, but that doesn’t stop her from missing Silena’s steady hand on her shoulder telling her to take a break. 

Annabeth shrugs off her emotions and continues her work. 

Footsteps register from Annabeth’s right, which she chalks up to Percy coming with lunch. However, when Annabeth glances at the clock on her desk, she finds the light stings her eyes as 6:30 PM glares back at her. 

She looks over her shoulder to find Percy, but not as expected. He stands off to the side, his cotton shirt tight across his broad shoulders, sleeves straining when he crosses his arms. Add in that he’s wearing gym shorts instead of those god-awful cargo pants she’ll never admit she loves… it’s a sight she’d lean back to admire on a different day. 

She turns on her desk lamp and picks up her pencil. 

“Annabeth, take a break.” 

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A huge number of people are already getting fucked over when it comes to being allowed to cast a vote in the upcoming elections. Let’s try to minimize what that number COULD be as much as possible. It might also be useful to have the number for the ACLU written down (or already in your phone) so you can CALL THEM while still at the polling place and get whatever information is needed in order to see about having the ACLU sue them. Write down names. Get witnesses. Take photos. MAKE IT VERY CLEAR TO THE POLLSTERS THAT YOU ARE GOING TO HOLD THEM ACCOUNTABLE. (Unless you have reason to believe they’re going to be assholes and try to have you arrested for doing so, in which case, be as subtle as possible.)

Don’t Call It A Comeback • mob au 

Annabeth sits at her desk that belonged to her mother before her and admires the intricate carvings that mark its edges. She smiles to herself, having missed the feeling of sitting behind it, reminded of the power that seems to emanate from its mahogany. Her hands are flat on its cool surface, as if asking it to forgive her for her absence. As she reacquaints herself with it, there is a gentle rap on the door, and she looks up to see Charles poke his head in.

“Hey boss,” he says with a sweet smile. “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” she says, leaning back in her chair.

“Saying hi to an old friend, I see,” he says with his usual charming smile.

“I missed her so much,” she says in a whiny tone. “I mean, my desk in Elysium is great, but this one… it’s special.”

Charles laughs as he sits down. “Well, once you two are done having your moment, can we talk about what you would like to do today?”

Annabeth takes a deep breath, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap. “This desk surely isn’t the only one who has been missing me these past few years.”

“Certainly not.”

“I figure I should… make the rounds. Say hi. Remind people who I am.”

“And why they stay in line,” Charles adds with a look of pride.

“Precisely.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Where would you like to start?”

continue on ao3

http://m.dailykos.com/story/2015/08/03/1408341/-Psychologist-openly-admits-he-trains-police-officers-to-shoot-first-and-ask-questions-later S-I-G-N-A-L B-O-O-S-T

my parents aren’t teaching me life lessons.

#i need some adults to TEACH ME SHIT ABOUT LIFE

Republicans outpacing Democrats in early voting in key states, NBC News finds

The data suggests enthusiasm among early GOP voters that could put a dent in Democratic hopes for a "blue wave" in the midterms.

DO  NOT  RELY ON A BLUE WAVE.

GO FUCKING VOTE!!!!!!!!!

there are more of us than there are of them. they are asking us to be peaceful because they know this. they have assumed our peace was the same as respect.

they will tell you - being peaceful is the right thing, the honorable thing. they will not be honorable. they will continue to enact violence on you while reminding you of your morals - the same ones they have taught you.

i've said it before: there is no magical barrier stopping them from going "too far", there is no place where they "just stop". this only gets worse. they want to see how far they can push. in the coming days, they'll smile around their champagne and shush you if you post their addresses. they'll shame you for being so unfair, cruel, unkind. they'll go to ground for a little while, hoping it blows over.

they will say - we cannot listen if you raise your voice too loudly. there will always be a hoop to jump through, an image to upkeep. they want you to be pleasant, charming - easily ignored. they want to print out posters of your face they can mock up with devil horns. they do not want you to actually say - okay. so now i'm the devil.

bring it to their door.

erasing trans women from stonewall sure is something

noo dont turn red you’re so sexy aha