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would it really kill you (if we kissed) [9/?]
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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Lacy giggled, following behind her. “You must have it bad if you’d rather suffer through a fitting than talk about him.”
“You’re the one who said I had to pick something for the gala today or die trying. Dying is not on the schedule.”
“Uh-huh.” Lacy carefully set the shoe box on a vanity chair, away from the chaos of the rest of the dressing room chaos. Annabeth grabbed one dress off the rack they’d gone through yesterday. “I’ve heard rumors about him.”
“You and everybody else in this damn city.”
“Ugh, not those rumors. Everyone knows he’s a beast to be around.” Annabeth frowned, but had no time to defend Percy before Lacy continued with her clarification, “I meant the sexy rumors, duh.”
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a fun little break from the ~dramaaaa~ of the last few chapters
Impossible Year
32,032 words amazing art by @hamabee an ode to my love for annabeth chase inspired by the song impossible year by panic! at the disco
shout out to @percyyoulittleshit and @falloutside for organising the @pjohoobigbang and inspiring me to write my longest one-off fic to date, and thanks to @spooky-son-of-rome for betaing, and to @percyyoulittleshit and @lililibird for being honorary betas and fab cheerleaders, i love you all and thanks to @hamabee. hannah, i honestly couldn’t have done this without you. from the very idea of it through to individual scenes and just general support, none of this would have happened without you. your art is absolutely incredible, your talent is endlessly inspiring and i can’t thank you enough for coming on this months-long journey with annabeth and i. i love you.
It starts and ends with this: “Together.”
Annabeth stares at Percy, and Percy stares at Annabeth.
They’re searching for something that they aren’t even sure exists anymore. They’re so unrecognisable now that they’ve started to forget who they were, before.
She feels his fingers twitch in hers, registers that she’s probably holding his hands too tightly but acknowledges that she doesn’t want to let go just yet. She’s sitting in his lap, their hands clasped between them, and both of them are crying.
She knows that he doesn’t want to let go yet, either. Because once they let go, it’s done. They are done.
Annabeth takes a deep breath, one that rattles her very bones, feels her heart beating wildly in her chest, feels her stomach churning and her mouth going dry. She licks her lips.
Percy watches, and she thinks about kissing him. You know, to say goodbye.
Instead, she closes her eyes. She counts to ten, and then she tells herself to be brave. She opens her eyes.
Gods, he looks as sad as she feels.
Which is part of the problem - maybe the whole problem, actually. Together was what had gotten them through Tartarus, what had given them the strength to claw their way out and then to keep on fighting through everything that had come after.
But they’re out, now, back at camp and physically safe and yet all they seem to do is keep dragging each other back down there.
Together.
“Not anymore.”
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Ask and you shall receive. The dom!Annabeth we’ve all been waiting for.
Jealous percy drabble? Yes please if you could that'd be great!!
Percy loves spending time with his friends—he really does—but time and experience have shown him that the definition of quality time varies wildly within their group.
For Percy, quality time is laid back: a nighttime drive without a destination, full belly laughs filling the living room, sandy toes washed clean after that first step into the ocean. After all they’ve had to endure, it’s these pockets of serenity that he loves most.
Piper is a different story. She sees their time spent in boarding schools and on quests as missed opportunities. After all these years fighting for their lives, Piper argues that they’ve hardly had a chance to live them.
College separates the seven of them to different universities on different coasts, so moments where they’re all in the same place are few and far between. When those moments come, Piper’s excited energy resonates with the entire group, and they end up doing something wild each time.
Except they is a loose term. They is a group that consists of Piper, Leo, Annabeth, Hazel, and Frank (in that order) while Percy and Jason act as the designated sober group parents.
“I guess we did this to ourselves, huh?” Percy nudges Jason with his shoulder while waiting on their girlfriends’ drinks.
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madness of hera au
Percy’s heart stopped and he fell to his knees as tears began to stream down his face. “Annabeth,” he whispered.
She rushed towards him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her stomach.
She gently ran her fingers through his hair while cradling his head, attempting to soothe him through his sobs.
“It’s okay, Percy. We’re okay.”
He swallowed hard and concentrated on slowing his breathing, letting her familiar smell fill his lungs and bring him the peace he had been searching for so desperately
Finally he was able to pull his face from her, while keeping her waist firmly in his grip. “Are you… I mean, is this…”
She placed her hands on either side of his face, gently stroking his cheekbones with her thumbs. “This is real, Percy. I promise.”
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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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Just Practice - Chapter 4
sorry it took so long to update! there’s an explanation of what was going on at ao3 for those who are interested. i really appreciate everyone who reblogs - i read all your tags so please keep leaving your thoughts it’s what keeps me motivated to keep writing!
big thank you to @bipercabeth for offering her input on a section in this chapter that was giving me a lot of trouble - i truly appreciate it!
here’s the ao3 link for those who are interested
By the last week of September, all traces of summer were well and truly gone. There was a crispness to the air that Annabeth knew would soon turn into a biting chill, the kind that seeped into your fingers. With the end of September came the start of the new swim season and the very first meet of the season. Annabeth drummed her fingers against the wheel of her father’s old Subaru Forester, glaring at the stop light which had been resolutely red for the past five minutes. The meet was due to start in three minutes, but she was still ten minutes away from where it was being held.
Annabeth cast another baleful glare the traffic light’s way and stole a sip of lukewarm coffee from her thermos just as the light turned green. The Subaru groaned as she hit the accelerator hard and lurched forward so abruptly that her father’s briefcase fell from its spot in the backseat. She arrived seven minutes late and rushed inside, following the sterile scent of chlorine towards the pool, hoping desperately Percy’s heat hadn’t started yet. There was a heat already underway when she finally got to the pool, which made her heart sink before she noticed Sally and Estelle waving to her from the bleachers. Annabeth made her way over to them, half-jogging, and took her seat next to Sally.
“We saved you a spot, Annabeth!” Estelle said brightly.
“Thanks, guppy,” Annabeth said breathlessly. “I’m not too late, right?”
“No, you’re fine, honey. Percy’s heat still won’t be for a while,” Sally said. “It’s good to see you! It’s been far too long.”
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This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.
That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.
This is why we download.
Alternatives to buying overpriced textbooks
Textbooknova
Bookboon
Textbookrevolution
GaTech Math Textbooks
Ebookee
Freebookspot
Free-ebooks
Getfreeebooks
BookFinder
Oerconsortium
Project Gutenberg
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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i made a college vine compilation b/c Suffering™️
(warning for loud noise in some of them)
also see: from a 1937 documentation of gassing/torture methods of the Dacchan concentration camp in Nazi Germany reported emulations of America's "jail holocaust". this was flagellated onto El Paso immigrants who were bathed with kerosene and sprayed with vinegar due to their "racial impurity" much to the rise of eugenicism in the US, parallelistic to of how one of the key annihilators of the Jewish people in Nazi Germany was this chemical.
While I think Annabeth is not really a touchy person and fan of PDA, I also think she is extremely physical with Percy, she is either holding his hand, hugging, having his arm around her waist or shoulder. Since book one she is the one to start physical contact between them, from holding his hand in the underworld to asking for a hug in BoTL. Annabeth grew up in a house where she didn’t get physical affection from her dad and we know Athena is a cold as her statue in a winter night, in other words…I’m so happy Annabeth found Percy.
Love Me, Won’t You by @ananbeth & @blackjacktheboss
↳ chapter seven
Holding Percy’s hand in public turned out to be something which Annabeth just did not get bored of. Every time his fingers brushed her wrist, her pulse sped up and it took a little bit of time to calm down again. They held hands everywhere; exploring the old town, buying groceries, eating ice cream, walking along the beach, drinking coffee in one of the small cafes on the waterfront. She couldn’t get enough of it, and Percy didn’t seem to be able to either. She kept catching his eye and finding him already smiling dopily at her. A woman who sold them two enormous watermelons at the market told them what a beautiful young couple they were and they both blushed like tomatoes as they lugged the fruits away. “We are a cute couple,” Annabeth said as they carried the watermelons back to the boat.
Right now, I’m sifting through 50+ applications for a new entry-level position. Here’s some advice from the person who will actually be looking at your CV/resume and cover letter:
‘You must include a cover letter’ does not mean ‘write a single line about why you want this position’. If you can’t be bothered to write at least one actual paragraphs about why you want this job, I can’t be bothered to read your CV.
Don’t bother including a list of your interests if all you can think of is ‘socialising with friends’ and ‘listening to music’. Everyone likes those things. Unless you can explain why the stuff you do enriches you as a person and a candidate (e.g. playing an instrument or a sport shows dedication and discipline) then I honestly don’t care how you spend your time. I won’t be looking at your CV thinking ‘huh, they haven’t included their interests, they must have none’, I’m just looking for what you have included.
Even if you apply online, I can see the filename you used for your CV. Filenames that don’t include YOUR name are annoying. Filenames like ‘CV - media’ tell me that you’ve got several CVs you send off depending on the kind of job advertised and that you probably didn’t tailor it for this position. ‘[Full name] CV’ is best.
USE. A. PDF. All the meta information, including how long you worked on it, when you created it, times, etc, is right there in a Word doc. PDFs are far more professional looking and clean and mean that I can’t make any (unconscious or not) decisions about you based on information about the file.
I don’t care what the duties in your previous unrelated jobs were unless you can tell me why they’re useful to this job. If you worked in a shop, and you’re applying for an office job which involves talking to lots of people, don’t give me a list of stuff you did, write a sentence about how much you enjoyed working in a team to help everyone you interacted with and did your best to make them leave the shop with a smile. I want to know what makes you happy in a job, because I want you to be happy within the job I’m advertising.
Does the application pack say who you’ll be reporting to? Can you find their name on the company website? Address your application to them. It’s super easy and shows that you give enough of a shit to google something. 95% of people don’t do this.
Tell me who you are. Tell me what makes you want to get up in the morning and go to work and feel fulfilled. Tell me what you’re looking for, not just what you think I’m looking for.
I will skim your CV. If you have a bunch of bullet points, make every one of them count. Make the first one the best one. If it’s not interesting to you, it’s probably not interesting to me. I’m overworked and tired. Make my job easy.
“I work well in a team or individually” okay cool, you and everyone else. If the job means you’ll be part of a big team, talk about how much you love teamwork and how collaborating with people is the best way to solve problems. If the job requires lots of independence, talk about how you are great at taking direction and running with it, and how you have the confidence to follow your own ideas and seek out the insight of others when necessary. I am profoundly uninterested in cookie-cutter statements. I want to know how you actually work, not how a teacher once told you you should work.
For an entry-level role, tell me how you’re looking forward to growing and developing and learning as much as you can. I will hire genuine enthusiasm and drive over cherry-picked skills any day. You can teach someone to use Excel, but you can’t teach someone to give a shit. It makes a real difference.
This is my advice for small, independent orgs like charities, etc. We usually don’t go through agencies, and the person reading through the applications is usually the person who will manage you, so it helps if you can give them a real sense of who you are and how you’ll grab hold of that entry level position and give it all you’ve got. This stuff might not apply to big companies with actual HR departments - it’s up to you to figure out the culture and what they’re looking for and mirror it. Do they use buzzwords? Use the same buzzwords! Do they write in a friendly, informal way? Do the same! And remember, 95% of job hunting (beyond who you know and flat-out nepotism, ugh) is luck. If you keep getting rejected, it’s not because you suck. You might just need a different approach, or it might just take the right pair of eyes landing on your CV.
And if you get rejected, it’s worthwhile asking why. You’ve already been rejected, the worst has already happened, there’s really nothing bad that can come out of you asking them for some constructive feedback (politely, informally, “if it isn’t too much trouble”). Pretty much all of us have been hopeless jobseekers at one point or another. We know it’s shitty and hard and soul-crushing. Friendliness goes a long way. Even if it’s just one line like “your cover letter wasn’t inspiring" at least you know where to start.
And seriously, if you have any friends that do any kind of hiring or have any involvement with that side of things, ask them to look at your CV with a big red pen and brutal honesty. I do this all the time, and the most important thing I do is making it so their CV doesn’t read exactly like that of every other person who took the same ‘how-to-get-a-job’ class in school. If your CV has a paragraph that starts with something like ‘I am a highly motivated and punctual individual who–’ then oh my god I AM ALREADY ASLEEP.
and they were roommates
by @bipercabeth
Annabeth realizing she likes Percy changes her perspective on several things.
For instance, she’s now overtly aware of how often he’s shirtless around the apartment, and it’s way more frequent than she previously thought.
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Can you recommend some really angsty (like a slow burn kinda) percabeth fics?? like the ones with two way pining and it's just so cute and fluffy and KBDLWKDBWLJVAVLJAEV???? Thanks!! ♥
actually you know what?? i don’t think i can… all of the percabeth i can think of right now has them as an established couple orrr they get together pretty early on. huh.
can anyone reblog this with some slow burn percabeth recs??
where r u percabeth fluff fics
bananannabeth.tumblr.com/pjo
Could Be Canon:
Percabeth | things you said when we were the happiest we ever were | Percabeth’s First Date | Annabeth becoming part of the family | Reunion | Percy being flustered by how hot Annabeth is | Annabeth being flustered by how hot Percy is | Percy Braids Annabeth’s Hair | things you didn’t say at all | things you said when you were scared | Sleep Ins | Married | Emergency Accommodation | Percy in a Tux | Annabeth in a Tie | Percy in Glasses | things you said at 1am | things you said when you were drunk | Annabeth admiring Percy’s hair | Olympus Can Wait | Percy with stubble | Annabeth’s 23rd Birthday | Car Crash | Flying Fridge | Killing Spiders | Annabeth’s a bed hog | Percy’s 23rd Birthday | Blanket Burrito | Beach | Stupid | Period | Obtuse | Happy Percabeth HCs |
At High School | AHS Headcanons | Prom Night | Surprise | The one where they have to look after a baby doll | things you said over the kitchen table | Not So Shore (a ‘mortals meet’ fic |
New Athens | Dreaming It | Designing It | Completing Construction | Moving In | Percabeth getting married there | Extras |
AUs:
Skater!Percy | Skateboards and Snapbacks |
Bi!Percabeth | Bi the Way | Bi!Percabeth HCs, Percy-centric |
Disney AUs | A Dream Come True | Percabeth at WDW | Percabeth Sleeping Beauty AU | Percabeth Enchanted AU |
Percababies | Percy and Annabeth have kids | Percy’s first moments as a dad |
Chef!Percy | Delicious |
College!AU | Socks and Spiders |
Percy and Annabeth’s Adventures on Public Transport | Tripped Up | Out of Line |
Bridal Salon AU | Summary |
| Percabeth: “My brothers stole your bike, sorry.” |
Bookshop AU |
Theme Park AU |
Holiday Themes:
Halloween | House of Horrors | Spiders |
Christmas | Gingerbread | Enchanting (Magic AU, written for the PJO Secret Santa 2016)
Romantic Styles
Inspired by Brooklyn 99, in which Piper and Percy are Jake and Jason and Annabeth are Amy.
Part 1: Blueprints
New York winter is just as Piper had expected it. Cold, cloudy, and lonely. Dramatic, yes, but truthful, also yes.
As soon as the high from the quest to save Hera settled down, Camp Half-Blood began to churn towards the next objective— get the Argo II off the ground. Within a few weeks, the ship started looking less like a hunk of metal and more like a flying Greek warship, one with purpose and a clear path.
It’s all ironic and ridiculous. Piper is reading into the universe’s many quirks way too deeply because as she sits on an unstable stool in Bunker Nine, she stares at the warship’s metal frame and her mindset transports her back to English class. It’s all symbolic, how the warship started off with just a few pieces of metal, how it looked nothing like the blueprints laid out, how frustrated Leo would get as he wiped some grease onto his forehead. Despite looking like a lost cause for a bit, now Piper can see the curve of the metal, how this is the massive frame that will soon set sail across the country and then the Atlantic Ocean. If a warship can go from nothing to something, there’s no telling how this can be symbolic of her life too.
But there is no clear and concise set of blueprints for Piper’s life. Just two months ago, she had been under the impression that she was an average kid. Troubled and momless, but normal. Mortal. Now here she is, surrounded by magical barriers in Long Island, her mother the Greek goddess of love, and there are no plans on how to piece her life together. For all she knows, she can be dead once summer rolls around.
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“Don’t call Trump supporters nazis, it hurts their feelings.”
If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”
Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.
“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”
The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.
He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.
From top to bottom:
Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke (herring with potatoes and cottage cheese). Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.
Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.
Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.
The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.
Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).
Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).
Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.
I don’t think I’ve seen an answer to the question of how close or far apart the things happening today (”send her back”, detention centers etc) are to the nazis quite as good or thorough as this answer on quora
The American Hogwarts Houses
I have no faith in a proper investigation.
#SayHerName #SadieRobertsJoseph
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