At The Core Of Conservatism Is A Hatred For Democracy And The Will Of The People. They Think Only The

The Horse and the Gun

“Men come West for one of two reasons, they’re looking for something, or something is looking for them. Which are you?”…

…“Looking for something,” he says.

The Sheriff tilts her head back, looking down her nose at him. “What’s your name.”

“Percy Jackson.”

“Well Mister Jackson, you’re full of shit…”

A percabeth western au

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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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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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I like my men how I like my women

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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and they were roommates 

by @bipercabeth

Finals being around the corner is about the worst thing that could happen to Percy and Annabeth, both as individuals and friends. Swim season intensifies, meaning that nearly every moment Percy isn’t working or doing schoolwork he spends at the gym or the stadium. He leaves earlier and comes home later. Annabeth can’t remember the last time they had a meaningful conversation.

That’s a dramatization, but even their Saturdays are changing. Annabeth is the first one up now, and she doesn’t have the heart to wake him knowing he barely sleeps on weekdays. Schoolwork also encroaches on their safe space, coming as much from Annabeth’s side of things as Percy’s.

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anonymous leaked bolsonaro’s private info including his credit card number and someone on twitter bought a whole ass macbook pro with it. yes. a person bought an macbook pro with the president’s credit card. this country really isn’t for beginners

I couldn’t find any gritty Valentine’s so I made my own

“Don’t call Trump supporters nazis, it hurts their feelings.”