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[thewidowsghost]

The Sky (Annabeth Chase x Jackson!Reader)

After hearing Annabeth gripe about her father for the last two years, (Y/n) had expected him to have devil horns and fangs. She had not expected him to be wearing an old-fashioned aviator’s cap and goggles. He looks so strange, with his eyes bugging out through the glasses, that she, her brother Percy, Thalia, and Zoe take a step back on the back porch. 

“Hello,” he says in a friendly voice, “Are you delivering my airplanes?”

Thalia, Zoe, Percy, and (Y/n) look at each other warily. 

“Um, no, sir,” Percy says. 

“Drat,” he says. “I need three more Sopwith Camels.”

“Right,” (Y/n) says, though she has no idea what he’s talking about. “We’re, uh, friends,” - not exactly - “of Annabeth’s.”

“Annabeth?” he straightens, as if (Y/n) had just given him an electric shock. “Is she all right? Has something happened?”

None of the demigods answer, but their faces must’ve told him that something was very wrong. He takes off his cap and goggles. He has the same sandy-colored hair as Annabeth, and intense brown eyes. He’s handsome, for an older guy, but it looks as though he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and his shirt is buttoned wrong, so one side of his collar sticks up higher than the other side. 

“You’d better come in,” Dr. Chase says grimly. 

The Chase’s house smells like fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies and jazz music is coming from the kitchen. It seems like a messy, happy kind of home – the kind of place that someone had lived in forever.

“Dad!” a little boy screams. “He’s taking apart my robots!”

“Bobby,” Dr. Chase calls absently, “don’t take apart your brother’s robots.”

“I’m Bobby,” the little boy protests. “He’s Matthew!”

“Mathew,” Dr. Chase calls, “don’t take apart your brother’s robots.”

“Okay, Dad!”

Dr. Chase turns to us. “We’ll go upstairs to my study. This way.”

“Honey?” a woman calls. Annabeth’s stepmother appears in the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Who are our guests?” she asks. 

“Oh,” Dr. Chase says. “This is . . .” He stares blankly at the demigods.

“Frederick,” she chides. “You forgot to ask them their names?”

The demigods introduce themselves a little uneasily, but Mrs. Chase seems nice to (Y/n). She asks if the demigods were hungry, and they admit that they were, and she lets them know she’d bring up some cookies, sandwiches, and sodas. 

“Dear,” Dr. Chase says. “They came about Annabeth?”

(Y/n) half expects Mrs. Chase to turn into a raving lunatic at the mention of her stepdaughter, but she just purses her lips and looks concerned. “All right. Go on up to the study, and I’ll bring you some food.” Her gaze rests knowingly on (Y/n), and she smiles at the daughter of Poseidon. “Nice meeting you, (Y/n). I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Upstairs, they walk into Dr. Chase’s study, and a gasp of amazement escapes from (Y/n)’s lips. 

The room is wall-to-wall books, but what really catches (Y/n)’s attention are the war models. There is a huge table with miniature tanks and soldiers fighting along a blue painted river, with hills and fake trees and stuff. Old-fashioned biplanes hang on strings from the ceiling, tilted at crazy angles like they were in the middle of a dogfight.

Dr. Chase smiles. "Yes. The Third Battle of Ypres. I'm writing a paper, you see, on the use of Sopwith Camels to strafe enemy lines. I believe they played a much greater role than they've been given credit for."

He plucks a biplane from its string and sweeps it across the battlefield, making airplane engine noises as he knocks down little German soldiers. 

(Y/n) smiles slightly, looking up at her girlfriend’s father. 

Zoe comes over and studies the battlefield. “The German lines were farther from the river.”

Dr. Chase stares at her. “How do you know that?”

"I was there," she says matter-of-factly. "Artemis wanted to show us how horrible war was, the way mortal men fight each other. And how foolish, too. The battle was a complete waste."

Dr. Chase opens his mouth in shock. “You –”

“She’s a Hunter, sir,” Thalia says. “But that’s not wy we’re here. We need –”

"You saw the Sopwith Camels?" Dr. Chase says. "How many were there? What formations did they fly?"

“Sir,” (Y/n) breaks in this time. “Annabeth, sh-she’s in danger.”

That gets his attention. He sets the biplane down.

“Of course,” he says. “Tell me everything.”

It isn’t easy, but they try. Meanwhile, the afternoon light is fading outside. 

The demigods were running out of time.

When they'd finished, Dr. Chase collapses in his leather recliner. He laces his hands. "My poor brave Annabeth. We must hurry."

"Sir, we need transportation to Mount Tamalpais," Zoe says. "And we need it immediately."

"I'll drive you. Hmm. it would be faster to fly in my Camel, but it only seats two."

"Whoa, you have an actual biplane?" Percy asks.

"Down at Crissy Field," Dr. Chase says proudly. "That's the reason I had to move here. My sponsor is a private collector with some of the finest World War I relics in the world. He let me restore the Sopwith Camel—"

Sir," (Y/n) says. "Just a car would be great. And it might be better if we went without you. It's too dangerous."

Dr. Chase frowns uncomfortably. “Now wait a minute, young lady. Annabeth is my daughter. Dangerous or not, I . . . I can’t just –”

"Snacks," Mrs. Chase announces. She pushes through the door with a tray full of peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches and Cokes and cookies fresh out of the oven, the chocolate chips still gooey. Thalia and Percy inhale a few cookies while Zoe says, "I can drive, sir. I'm not as young as I look. I promise not to destroy your car."

Mrs. Chase knits her eyebrows. "What's this about?"

“Annabeth is in danger,” Dr. Chase says. “On Mount Tam. I would drive them . . . but apparently it’s no place for mortals.”

It sounds to (Y/n) like it was really hard for him to get that last part out.

(Y/n) waits for Mrs. Chase to say no, but to her surprise, Mrs. Chase just nods. “Then they’d better get going.”

“Right!” Dr. Chase jumps and starts patting his pockets. “My keys . . .”

His wife sighs. "Frederick, honestly. You'd lose your head if it weren't wrapped inside your aviator hat. The keys are hanging on the peg by the front door."

“Right!” Dr. Chase says. 

Zoe and (Y/n) each grab a sandwich. “Thank you both,” Zoe says. “We should go. Now!”

The four hustle out the door and down the stairs, the Chases right behind them. 

“(Y/n)” Mrs. Chase calls as they’re leaving, “tell Annabeth . . . tell her she still has a home here, will you? Remind her of that.”

(Y/n) takes one last look at the messy living room - Annabeth’s half brothers spilling LEGOs and arguing, and the smell of cookies filling the air. Not a bad place, she thinks. 

“I’ll tell her,” (Y/n) replies, smiling slightly at her girlfriend’s stepmother. 

They run out to the yellow Volkswagen convertible parked in the driveway. The sun is going down, and (Y/n) figures they have less than an hour to save Annabeth.

. . . 

At the top of the mountain are ruins, blocks of black granite and marble as big as houses. Broken columns. Statues of bronze that look as though they’d been half melted. 

“The ruins of Mount Othrys,” Thalia whispers in awe. 

“Yes,” Zoe says. “It was not here before. This is bad.”

“What’s Mount Othrys?” Percy asks, feeling like a fool as usual.

“The mountain fortress of the Titans,” Zoe explains. “In the first war, Olympus and Othrys were the two rival capitals of the world. Othrys was –” she winces and holds her side. 

“You’re hurt,” (Y/n) says, ignoring her own possibly cracked ribs. “Let me see.”

“No!” Zoe protests. “It is nothing. I was saying... in the first war, Othrys was blasted to pieces.”

“But . . . how is it here?”

Thalia looks around cautiously as they pick their way through the rubble, past blocks of marble and broken archways. "It moves in the same way that Olympus moves. It always exists on the edges of civilization. But the fact that it is here, on this mountain, is not good."

“Why?”

"This is Atlas's mountain," Zoe says. "Where he hold s—" She freezes. Her voice is ragged with despair. "Where he used to hold up the sky."

They had reached the summit of the mountain. A few yards ahead of them, gray clouds swirl in a heavy vortex, making a funnel cloud that almost touches the mountaintop, but instead rests on the shoulders of a twelve-year-old girl with auburn hair and a tattered silvery dress: Artemis, her legs bound to the rock with celestial bronze dreams. This is what (Y/n) had seen in her dream - though it hadn't been a cavern roof that Artemis was forced to hold. 

It was the weight of the world.

"My lady!" Zoe rushes forward. 

But Artemis says, "Stop! It is a trap. You must leave now." Her voice is strained, and she is drenched in sweat. (Y/n) had never seen a goddess in pain before, but the weight of the sky is clearly too much for Artemis.

Zoe is crying. She runs forward, despite Artemis’s protests, and tugs at the chains. 

A booming voice speaks behind them: “Ah, how touching.”

They turn. 

The General is staging there in his brown suit. At his side are Luke - and half a dozen dracaenae bearing the weight of the golden sarcophagus of Kronos. 

Annabeth stands at Luke’s side - her hands cuffed behind her back, a gag in her mouth, and Luke is holding the point of his sword to her throat. 

(Y/n) meets her girlfriend’s gaze, her sword, Tsunami, still in pen form in her hand, a thousand questions running through her head. There is one message Annabeth is sending her, however: RUN!

(Y/n)’s face hardens. “Luke,” (Y/n) snarls. “Let her go.”

Luke’s smile is pale and weak. “That is the General’s decision, (Y/n). But it’s good to see you again.”

(Y/n) spats at him. 

The general chuckles. “So much for old friends. And you, Zoe. it’s been a long time. How’s my little traitor? I will enjoy killing you.”

��Do not respond,” Artemis groans. “Do not challenge him.”

“Wait a second,” Percy says. “You’re Atlas?”

The General glances at him. "So, even the stupidest of heroes can finally figure something out. Yes, I am Atlas, the general of the Titans and terror of the gods. Congratulations. I will kill you presently, as soon as I deal with this wretched girl."

“You’re not going to hurt anyone,” Percy says, and (Y/n) grunts her agreement. “We won’t let you.”

The General sneers. “You have no right to interfere, little heroes. This is a family matter.”

Percy frowns. “A family matter?”

“Yes,” Zoe says bleakly. “Atlas is my father.”

The terrible thing is: (Y/n) can see the resemblance. Atlas has the same regal expression as Zoe, the same cold proud look in his eyes that Zoe sometimes got when she was mad, though on him, it looks a thousand times more evil. The Titan was all the things (Y/n) had originally disliked about Zoe, with none of the good she’d come to appreciate in her friend. 

"Let Artemis go," Zoe demands.

Atlas walks closer to the chained goddess. "Perhaps you'd like to take the sky for her, then? Be my guest."

Zoe opens her mouth to speak, but Artemis says, "No! Do not offer, Zoe! I forbid you."

Atlas smirks. He kneels next to Artemis and tries to touch her face, but the goddess bites at him, almost taking off his fingers.

"Hoo-hoo," Atlas chuckles. "You see, daughter? Lady Artemis likes her new job. I think I will have all the Olympians take turns carrying my burden, once Lord Kronos rules again, and this is the center of our palace. It will teach those weaklings some humility."

(Y/n) looks at Annabeth. She is desperately trying to tell (Y/n) something. She motions her head towards Luke. But all (Y/n) can do is stare at her. (Y/n) hadn't noticed before, but something about her had changed. Her beautiful blond hair was now streaked with gray - but that didn’t make Annabeth look less beautiful in (Y/n)’s eyes. 

"From holding the sky," Thalia mutters, as if she'd (Y/n)’s mind. "The weight should've killed her."

"I don't understand," Percy says. "Why can't Artemis just let go of the sky?"

Atlas laughs. "How little you understand, young one. This is the point where the sky and the earth first met, where Ouranos and Gaia first brought forth their mighty children, the Titans. The sky still yearns to embrace the earth. Someone must hold it at bay, or else it would crush down upon this place, instantly flattening the mountain and everything within a hundred leagues. Once you have taken the burden, there is no escape." Atlas smiles. "Unless someone else takes it from you." He approaches the group, studying Thalia, (Y/n), and Percy. "So these are the best heroes of the age, eh? Not much of a challenge."

"Fight us," (Y/n) spits. "And let's see."

"Have the gods taught you nothing? An immortal does not fight a mere mortal directly. It is beneath our dignity. I will have Luke crush you instead."

"So you're another coward," (Y/n) snickers.

Atlas's eyes glow with hatred. With difficulty, he turns his attention to Thalia. "As for you, daughter of Zeus, it seems Luke was wrong about you."

"I wasn't wrong," Luke managed. He looked terribly weak, and he spoke every word as if it were painful. If (Y/n) didn't hate his guts so much, she almost would've felt sorry for him. "Thalia, you still can join us. Call the Ophiotaurus. It will come to you. Look!"

He waves his hand, and next to us a pool of water appears: a pond ringed in black marble, big enough for the Ophiotaurus. Percy can imagine Bessie in that pool. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more he was sure he could hear Bessie mooing.

Don't think about him! Suddenly Grover's voice is inside my mind—the empathy link. Percy could feel his emotions. He is on the verge of panic. I'm losing Bessie. Block the thoughts!

Percy tries to make his mind go blank. He tries to think about basketball players, skateboards, and the different kinds of candy in my mom's shop. Anything but Bessie.

"Thalia, call the Ophiotaurus," Luke persists. "And you will be more powerful than the gods."

"Luke . . ." Her voice is full of pain. "What happened to you?"

"Don't you remember all those times we talked? All those times we cursed the gods?

Our fathers have done nothing for us. They have no right to rule the world!"

Thalia shakes her head. "Free Annabeth. Let her go."

"If you join me," Luke promises, "it can be like old times. The three of us together. Fighting for a better world. Please, Thalia, if you don't agree . . ."His voice falters. "It's my last chance. He will use the other way if you don't agree. Please."

(Y/n) doesn’t know what he means, but the fear in his voice sounds real enough. She could believe that Luke was in danger.

His life depends on Thalia's joining his cause. And (Y/n) is afraid Thalia might believe it, too.

"Do not, Thalia," Zoe warns. "We must fight them."

Luke waves his hand again, and a fire appears. A bronze brazier, just like the one at

camp. A sacrificial flame.

"Thalia," (Y/n) mutters. "No."

Behind Luke, the golden sarcophagus begins to glow. As it did, (Y/n) sees images in the mist

all around us: black marble walls rising, the ruins becoming whole, a terrible and beautiful

palace rising around them, made of fear and shadow.

"We will raise Mount Othrys right here," Luke promises, in a voice so strained it is hardly his. "Once more, it will be stronger and greater than Olympus. Look, Thalia. We are not weak."

He points toward the ocean, and (Y/n)’s heart falls. Marching up the side of the mountain, from the beach where the Princess Andromeda was docked, is a great army. Dracaenae and

Laestrygonians, monsters and half-bloods, hellhounds, harpies, and other things (Y/n) can’t even name. The whole ship must've been emptied, because there are hundreds, many more than (Y/n) had seen on board last summer. And they are marching toward the mountain. In a few minutes, they would be there.

"This is only a taste of what is to come," Luke says "Soon we will be ready to storm Camp Half-Blood. And after that, Olympus itself. All we need is your help."

For a terrible moment, Thalia hesitates. She gazes at Luke, her eyes full of pain, as if the only thing she wants in the world is to believe him. Then she levels her spear. "You aren't Luke. I don't know you anymore."

"Yes, you do, Thalia," he pleads. "Please. Don't make me . . . Don't make him destroy you."

There is no time. If that army gets to the top of the hill, we would be overwhelmed. (Y/n) meets her girlfriend’s eyes again. Annabeth nods.

(Y/n) looks at Percy, Thalia, and Zoe, and she decides it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to die fighting with friends like this.

"Now," (Y/n) says, and together, they charge.

Thalia goes straight for Luke. The power of her shield is so great that his dragon- women bodyguards flee in a panic, dropping the golden coffin and leaving him alone. But despite his sickly appearance, Luke is still quick with his sword. He snarls like a wild animal and counterattacks. When his sword, Backbiter, met Thalia's shield, a ball of lightning erupted between them, frying the air with yellow tendrils of power.

As for (Y/n), she does the stupidest thing in her life - which is saying a lot. She attacks the Titan Lord Atlas.

He laughs as (Y/n) approaches, her sword Tsunami springing to life in her hands. A massive javelin appears in Atlas’s hands and his silk suit melts into full Greek battle armor. “Go on, then!”

“(Y/n)!” Zoe calls. “Beware!”

(Y/n) knows what Zoe is warning her about. Chiron had told her a long time ago: Immortals are constrained by ancient rules. But a hero can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as she has the nerve. Once (Y/n) attacked, however, Atlas would be free to attack back directly with all his might. 

(Y/n) swings her sword, but Atlas knocks her aside with the shaft of his javelin. (Y/n) flies through the air, and slams into a black wall. It isn’t Mist anymore. The palace is rising, brick by brick. It’s becoming real.

“Fool!” Atlas screams gleefully, swatting aside one of Zoe’s arrows. “Did you think, simply because you could challenge that petty war god, that you could stand up to me?” 

The mention of Ares sets a jolt through (Y/n), and, ignoring her throbbing ribs, she shakes off her daze and charges again. 

The javelin’s point slashes towards (Y/n) like a scythe. She raises Tsunami, planning to cut off the Titan’s weapon at the shaft, but her arm feels like lead. Suddenly, the sword weighs a ton. 

And then (Y/n) remembers Ares's warning, spoken on the beach in Los Angeles so long ago:

When you need it most, your sword will fail you.

Not now! (Y/n) pleads. But it is no good. She tries to dodge, but the javelin catches her in the chest and sends (Y/n) flying like a rag doll. (Y/n) slams into the ground, her head spinning. (Y/n) looks up and finds herself at the feet of Artemis, still straining under the weight of the sky.

“Run, girl,” she tells (Y/n). “You must run!”

Atlas is taking his time coming towards (Y/n). My sword is gone. It had skittered away over the edge of the cliff. It might reappear in her pocket—maybe in a few seconds—but it doesn’t matter. (Y/n) would be dead by then. Luke and Thalia are fighting like demons, lightning crackling around them. Percy is fighting the dracaenae, and Annabeth is on the ground, desperately struggling to free her hands.

“Die, little hero!” Atlas says. He raises his javelin to impale (Y/n). 

“No!” Zoe yells, and volley of silver arrows sprout from the armpit chink in Atlas’s armor. 

“ARGH!” he bellows and turns back towards his daughter. 

(Y/n) reaches down and feels Tsunami back in her pocket. She couldn’t fight Atlas, even with a sword. And then a chill goes down her back. She remembers the words of the prophecy: The Titan’s curse must one withstand. (Y/n) couldn’t hope to beat Atlas, but there is someone who might stand a chance. 

“The sky,” (Y/n) tells the goddess. “Give it to me.”

"No, girl," Artemis says. Her forehead is beaded with metallic sweat, like quicksilver. "You don't know what you're asking. It will crush you!"

"Annabeth took it!"

"She barely survived. She had the spirit of a true huntress. You will not last so long."

"I'll die anyway," (Y/n) replies. "Give me the weight of the sky!"

(Y/n) doesn’t wait for her answer. She takes out Tsunami and slashes through her chains. Then she steps next to her and braces herself on one knee—holding up her hands—and touches the cold, heavy clouds. For a moment, Artemis and (Y/n) bare the weight together. It was the heaviest thing she'd ever felt, as if (Y/n) was being crushed under a thousand trucks. She wanted to black out from the pain, but (Y/n) breathes deeply. I can do this.

Then Artemis slips out from under the burden, and (Y/n) holds it alone. 

Every muscle in (Y/n)’s body turns to fire. Her bones feel like they’re melting. She wants to scream, but she doesn’t have the strength to open her mouth. She begins to sink, lower and lower to the ground, the sky’s weight crushing her.

(Y/n) concentrates on breathing. (Y/n) thinks about Bianca, who’d given her life so they could get to this moment. If she could do that, then (Y/n) could hold the sky.

(Y/n)’s vision turns fuzzy. Everything is tinged with red. She catches glimpses of the battle, but she isn’t sure if she is seeing anything clearly. There is Atlas in full battle armor, jabbing with his javelin, laughing insanely as he fights. And Artemis, a blur of silver. She has two wicked hunting knives, each as long as her arm, and she slashes wildly at the Titan, dodging and leaping with unbelievable grace. She seems to change form as she maneuvers. She is a tiger, a gazelle, a bear, a falcon. Or perhaps that was just (Y/n)’s fevered brain. Zoe shoots arrows at her father, aiming for the chinks in his armor. He roars in pain each time one finds its mark, but they affect him like bee stings. He just gets madder and keeps fighting.

Thalia and Luke go spear on sword, lighting still flashing around them. Thalia presses Luke back with the aura of her shield. Even he is not immune to it. He retreats, wincing and growing in frustration. 

"Yield!" Thalia yells. "You never could beat me, Luke."

He bares his teeth. "Well see, my old friend."

Sweat pours down (Y/n)’s face. Her hands are slippery. Her shoulders would've screamed with agony if they could. (Y/n) feels like the vertebrae in her spine are being welded together by a blowtorch.

In her daze, (Y/n) can’t place Percy’s or Annabeth’s positions. She watches, however, as Artemis advances. The goddess was fast, but the Titan’s strength is impossible. His javelin slammed into the earth where Artemis had been a split second before, and a fissure opens in the rocks. He leaps over it and keeps pursuing her. The goddess was leading him back towards (Y/n). 

Get ready, the goddess speaks in her mind. 

(Y/n) is loosing the abulity to think through the pain in her ribs. Her responce is somthing like agggghh-owwwww.

“You fight well for a girl,” Atlas laughs. “But you are no match for me.”

He feints with teh tip of his javelin and Artemis dodges. (Y/n) sees the trick coming. Atlas’s javelin sweeps around and knocks Artemis’s legs off the ground. She falls, and Atlas brings up his javelin tip for the kill. 

"No!" Zoe screams. She leaps between her father and Artemis and shoots an arrow straight into the Titan's forehead, where it lodges like a unicorn's horn. Atlas bellows in rage. He sweeps aside his daughter with the back of his hand, sending her flying into the black rocks.

(Y/n) wasnts to shout her name, or run to her friend’s aid, but she can’t speak or move. She couldn’t even see where Zoe had landed. Then Atlas turns on Artemis with a look of triumph in his face. Artemis seems to be wounded. And she doesn’t get up. 

"The first blood in a new war," Atlas gloats. And he stabs downward.

As fast as thought, Artemis grabs his javelin shaft. It hits the earth right next to her and she pulls backward, using the javelin like a lever, kicking the Titan Lord and sending him flying over her, (Y/n) sees him coming down on top of her and she realizes what would happen. (Y/n) loosened her hold on the sky, and as Atlas slams into her, she doesn’t try to hold on. (Y/n) lets herself be pushed out of the way and she rolls.

The weight of the sky drops onto Atlas’s back, almost smashing him flat until he manages to get to his kness, strugging to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it is too late. 

"Noooooo!" He bellows so hard it shakes the mountain. "Not again!"

Atlas is trapped under his old burden. (Y/n) tried to stand and fell back again, dazed from pain. Her body feels like it was burning up.

Thalia backs Luke to the edge of a cliff, but still they fought on, next to the golden coffin. Thalia has tears in her eyes. Luke has a bloody slash across his chest and his pale face glistened with sweat.

He lunges at Thalia and she slams him with her shield. Luke's sword spins out of his

hands and clatters to the rocks. Thalia puts her spear point to his throat.

For a moment, there is silence. 

“Well?” Luke asks. He tries to hide it, but (Y/n) can hear the fear in his voice. 

Thalia trembles with fury.

Behind her, Annabeth comes scrambling, finally free from her bonds. Her face is bruised and streaked with dirt. "Don't kill him!"

"He's a traitor," Thalia says. "A traitor!"

In her daze, (Y/n) realizes that Artemis is no longer with her, and Percy had taken the goddess’s place at her side. The goddess had run off toward theblack rocks where Zoe had fallen.

"We'll bring Luke back," Annabeth pleads. "To Olympus. He . . . he'll be useful."

"Is that what you want, Thalia?" Luke sneers. "To go back to Olympus in triumph? To please your dad?"

Thalia hesitats, and Luke makes a desperate grab for her spear.

"No!" Annabeth shouts. But without thinking, Thalia kicks Luke away. He looses his balance, terror on his face, and then he falls.

"Luke!" Annabeth screams.

Percy helps (Y/n) as they rush to the cliff’s edge. Below them, the army from the Princess Andromeda had stopped in amazement. They are staring at Luke’s broken from from teh rocks. Despite how much (Y/n) hated him, she couldn’t stand to see it. She wants to belive the son of Hermes is still alive, but that is impossible. The fall is at least fifty feet, and he isn’t moving.

One of the giants looks up and growls, "Kill them!"

Thalia is stiff with grief, tears streaming down her cheeks. (Y/n) pulls her back as a wave of javelins sail over their heads. They run for the rocks, ignoring the curses and threats of Atlas as they pass.

"Artemis!" Percy yells.

The goddess looks up, her face almost as grief-stricken as Thalia's. Zoe lies in the goddess's arms. She is breathing. Her eyes are open. But still . . .

"The wound is poisoned," Artemis says.

"Atlas poisoned her?" Percy asks.

"No," the goddess says. "Not Atlas."

Artemis shows them the wound in Zoe’s side. (Y/n) had almost forgotten her scrape with Ladon the dragon. The bite is so much worse than Zoe had let on. (Y/n) can barely look at the wound. Zoe had charged into battle against her father with a horrible cut already sapping her strengh. 

(Y/n) feels a hand lacing through her’s. She glances over to find Annabeth standing beside her. 

“The stars,” Zoe murmurs. “I cannot see them.”

“Nectar and ambrosia,” Percy says. “Come one. We have to get her some.”

No one moves. Grief hangs in the air. Even Artemis is too shocked to stir. The demigods may have met their doom right there, but then (Y/n) hears a strang buzzing noise. 

Just as the army of monsters come over the hill, a Sopwith Camel swoops down out of the sky. 

“Get away from my daugther!” Dr. Chase calls down, and his machine guns burst to life, peppering the groud with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering.

“Dad?” yells Annabeth in disbelief.

“Run!” he calls back, his voice growing fainter as the biplane swoops by. 

This shakes Artemis out of her grief. She stares up at teh antique plane, which is now coming back for another strafe. 

"A brave man," Artemis says with grudging approval. "Come, We must get Zoe away from here." She raises her hunting horn to her lips, and its clear sound echoes down the valleys of Marin. Zoe's eyes are fluttering.

"Hang in there!" Percy tells her. "It'll be all right!"

The Sopwith Camel swoops down again. A few giants threw javelins, and one flew straight between the wings of the plane, but the machine guns blazed. I realized with amazement that somehow Dr. Chase must've gotten hold of celestial bronze to fashion his bullets. The first row of snake women wailed as the machine gun's volley blew them into sulfurous yellow powder.

"That's . . . my dad!" Annabeth says in amazement.

They don’t have time to admire his flying. The giants and snake women are already recovering from their surprise. Dr. Chase would be in trouble soon.

Just then, the moonlight brights, and a silver chariot appears from the sky, drawn by the most beautiful deer (Y/n) had ever seen. It lands right next to them.

"Get in," Artemis says.

Annabeth helps (Y/n) get Thalia on board, and Percy helps Artemis with Zoe. They wrap

Zoe in a blanket as Artemis pulls the reins and the chariot sped away from the mountain,

straight into the air.

"Like Santa Claus's sleigh," (Y/n) murmurs, still dazed with pain.

Artemis takes time to look back at her. "Indeed, young half-blood. And where do you think that legend came from?"

Seeing them safely away, Dr. Chase turns his biplane and follows like an honor guard. It must have been one of the strangest sights ever, even for the Bay Area: a silver flying chariot pulled by deer, escorted by a Sopwith Camel.

Behind them, the army of Kronos roars in anger as they gather on the summit of Mount Tamalpais, but the loudest sound is the voice of Atlas, bellowing curses against the gods as he struggles under the weight of the sky.

. . . 

Annabeth and (Y/n) fly along side by side on the back of the pegasai. 

“Your dad seems cool,” (Y/n) tells Annabeth. 

It was too dark to see her girlfriend’s expression. She looks back, though California is far behind them now. 

“I guess so,” Annabeth replies. “We’ve been arguing for so many years.”

“Mhmm,” (Y/n) hums. “You mentioned that.”

“You think I was lying about that?” It sounds like a challenge to (Y/n), but a pretty half-hearted one, like she is asking it of herself.

"I didn't say you were lying. It's just . . . he seems okay. Your stepmom, too. Maybe they've, uh, gotten cooler since you saw them last."

She hesitates. "They're still in San Francisco, Percy. I can't live so far from camp."

(Y/n) doesn’t want to ask her next question. She is scared to know the answer. But I asks it anyway. "So what are you going to do now?"

They fly over a town, an island of lights in the middle of the dark. It whisks by so fast they might've been in an airplane.

"I don't know," she admits. "But thank you for rescuing me."

"Hey, you’re my girlfriend. I would go through Tartarus to rescue you."

"You didn't believe I was dead?"

"Never."

She hesitates. "Neither is Luke, you know. I mean . . . he isn't dead."

(Y/n) stares at her. She doesn’t know if Annabeth is cracking under the stress or what. "Annabeth, that fall was pretty bad. There's no way —"

"He isn't dead," she insistas. "I know it. The same way you knew about me."

Word Count: 5630 Words

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Spoilers for RDR2 below!!!:

I was visiting Kieran's grave the other day and there were light blue flowers not far away and they reminded me a lot of him it was crazy so I decided to make a list of flowers that remind me of all the rdr2 characters

Kieran Duffy: Tweedia/Forget-me-not

Lenny Summers: Lantana

Hosea Mathews: Dasiy

Arthur Morgan: Poppy

Javier Escuella: Rose

Dutch Van Der Linde: Red hibiscus from Tahiti

Molly O' Shea: Honey Suckle

Sean McGuire: Dandelion

Susan Grimshaw: Red Tiger Lily

Sadie Adler: Sunflower

Charles Smith: Plume Thistle

Reverend Swanson: Queen Anne's Lace

Josiah Trelawney: Bleeding Heart

Jack Marston: Lilly of the Valley

John Marston: Violet

Karen Jones: Lily

Abigail Marston: Columbine

Mary-Beth Gaskill: Daffodil

Tilly Jackson: Lavender

Simon Pearson: Sea Thrift

Bill Williamson: Yarrow

Uncle: Cardinal Flower

Micah Bell: no flower only rat

[atheliacs]

My Top 10 Sackson (Susan & Jackson- Caitlin and Mathew) moments in Ripper Street.

1. "Wrong Corpse Captain"

they are so so cute in this moment, after he has spent ages trying to find a way to save her.

2. "It can be regrettable. But you do not pick who you love"

the sad little eyes on susan as she lifts her gaze up to him.

3. "I aint against shooting a woman." " Neither am I, Third Floor."

this is just comical to me. The way susan shoots chutley and is then just casually like 3rd floor- keep up Jackson, and he is like welp that's my wife

4. "Careful Quack."

Season One Sackson have my heart icl- The look of utter contempt on both their faces but w that little spark of love in their eyes.

5. "I see what I've always seen. The face of the woman I love."

the alleyway scene where she pulls the torch to her face and monologues the stone she feels has replaced her skin.

6. "You be careful." "What?" "You be careful I may just fall in love with you all over again."

this is just damn adorable!! Susan's gradual beaming smile at the compliment and the look of pure adoration in both of their eyes.

7. "You go about your business Husband and I'll go about mine."

after ribbing Jackson all day and he is like I just want to make sure your safe. Bonus because it's season 5 and the three musketeers core.

8. " Captain Homer Jackson. Mathew Judge. Husband. No."

this is such a heartbreaking scene. This is Caitlin speaking. She is turning down every face of Jackson, The made uo persona (Jackson) The man she fell in love with who was meant to be the love of her life (Mathew) and in the end her Husband. She wanted no part of any of him 😭

9. "It was supposed to be my sacrifice."

This is also heartbreaking- Jackson fighting all the police off so he can say Goodbye, then discussing how to raise Connor and how they will always love each other 🥺

10. "God Damn It! You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could ya. Of all the women in the world to have an attack of conscience! Jesus Christ."

Not going to lie, Caitlin having an attack of conscience and Mathew being like- babes seriously we were finally going to be able to leave. We have our son lets go not let's fucking break Reid out of prison.

Overall there are many more equally amazing lines and moments that I could write and analyse til Hell freezes over but these are just some of my top favourites 😍 MyAnna and Adam's chemistry was incredible and their acting was so good I completely forgot it wasn't real.

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I'm devastated my Mathew Perry's passing. The last celebrity death that impacted me this much was Robbie Williams. Just to think that the "Friends" reunion can never happen now in any shape or form, kinda puts things into perspective for me and then all of a sudden the reality of the situation hits HARD. I remember when Robbie Williams passed, i literally didn't believe for an entire day that he's dead. I genuinely thought it's some sort of hoax or something, especially coz in those days I didn't have smartphone so all these celeb news weren't live (for me). So, so tragic. Gone too soon. RIP 🙏

Men like Robin Willians and Matthew Perry brought multiple generations happiness and comfort.  I hope Matthew knew he put a smile on a lot of people's face all over the world.  Even though Friends portray (idealized) American culture, the world can relate because it's about relatable subjects of love and friendship, it's timeless and even if some jokes are dated, young people can still relate to them. Teens who thought they were too cool for Friends eventually became fans as they pass through their 20s and reach their 30s because it's the time in their lives when your friends were your family. 

Even if you are not a fan of Friends, the show and its cast are inescapable. Matthew's death is shocking because not only did we not see it coming but for the fact that Friends will never be whole again. We always saw the 6 of them together, we all knew who they were. Those kinds of things always hurt, because you’ll never think of a world without people like them. The same feeling came about when Michael Jackson died, no matter your opinion and feelings about him, there was never a place where people didn't see or witness Michael Jackson in any capacity. That’s why his death was so shocking to the whole world. It also reminds me of Luke Perry dying. People had the same sentiment “someone from 90210 died?”  He was only 52 and died 4 years ago.

Friends has always been eternal, yes the actors age, but we all assumed we'd see them forever as friends.   Rest in peace Matthew, we'll never get another Chandler crashing a Matt Le Blanc interview. We'll never have a picture of Old Matt and Old Courteney to imagine Old Monica and Chandler. But Chandler's wit, sarcasm, and humor lives on to bring smiles to generations to come.

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Van Der Linde Gang Monster Headcanons

Don't mind me with my stupid little headcanons and shit.

🌙 Dutch Van Der Linde - Vampire

Turned decades ago before the West became wild. Molly O'Shea is the reason he can walk around in the light of day.

🌙 Hosea Mathews - Vampire

He was born human but he was turned by Dutch to save his life during their first robbery together.

🌙 Arthur Morgan - Werewolf

Was bitten by John and turned one night when John got out of his restraints. He's a lot worse than John due to the fact that Arthur is a hell of a lot bigger.

🌙 John Marston - Werewolf

Was bitten and turned before he joined the gang. He has a tendency of slipping from his restraints so it often leads to little rampages across the countryside.

🌙Abigail Marston - Succubus

Born to be a succubus, she used her powers for her prostitution job to get by. That all stopped when a werewolf of all things got her pregnant.

🌙Jack Marston - Unknown

He's far too young for his parents to tell, but as he grows older, it's starting to become apparent that he may take after his father.

🌙Charles Smith - Wendigo

He may not exhibit all of the signs of a true wendigo like cannibalism, but the hulking form tends to shut people up.

🌙Sadie Adler - Human

She's the only human woman in the gang. She has a slight distaste for monsters, but the Van Der Linde Gang is her home.

🌙Micah Bell - Demon

Born out of sin from a deep pit in hell, he continues his hellish torment in the Wild West.

🌙Susan Grimshaw - Banshee

Born to be a banshee, she's kept up at night with the knowledge of how others around her pass. It's why she's so strict and stern with some people sometimes.

🌙Molly O'Shea - Witch

She earns her keep at the camp solely from keeping Dutch and Hosea alive. She's not a fan of using her magic on others unless it's necessary.

🌙Tilly Jackson - Faun

Tilly can sometimes pass for human if her dress is long enough to cover her legs and hooves, but the horns can be a problem. Mary-Beth can always be found with Tilly weaving flowers into her little horns.

🌙Javier Escuella - Skinwalker

He was cursed to become one at a young age, way before he joined the gang. It's often a useful curse but it does come with many downsides.

🌙Bill Williamson - Werebear

Born seemingly human, he didn't know she slept with a monster until he was barely into his teenage years when he turned. It's definitely one of the major factors to his prickly demeanor.

🌙Sean Macguire - Satyr

The Irish charmer is a typical Celtic satyr. Sometimes it's hard for him to keep his holster attached to his leg from how it's all bent naturally. He missing half of one of his horns.

🌙Lenny Summers - Minotaur

Easily the sweetest man of the gang, he's a gentle giant until the bull sees red. It is sometimes hard for him to find a hat that fits the bovine head, though.

🌙Karen Jones - Succubus

She's not very good at her life's work, but when she does succeed, she's pretty brutal. There's a reason she's always drunk all of the time.

🌙Mary-Beth Gaskill - Witch

Her powers are different than Molly's. She's mostly found messing around with plants and such. She's always growing something, mostly herbs to be used for medicines.

🌙Uncle - Human

The only other human in the gang. There are often daily jokes and threats about how the other members are gonna hunt him down and eat him because of his bullshit. Mostly from Micah.

🌙Simon Pearson - Undead

Kept alive after an accident in the Navy by some supernatural forces. It explains the faulty food.

🌙Leopold Strauss - Dragon

It explains his lust for dollars and coins since he was a young child, though, he can't turn into a full beast as he was never strong enough.

🌙Josiah Trelawny - Incubus

His drive did not last long and his powers don't really work nowadays. He's been around longer than Karen and Abigail, though. He's still thankful he's just as strong.

🌙Orville Swanson - Demon

He used to be an angel but made some horrible choices in life which led him to be struck down to hell. Now he continues on the earth continuing bad habits.

🌙Kieran Duffy - Vampire's Thrall

Kept alive by Colm's word and will, he only broke free because Arthur basically kidnapped him. He much prefers the Van Der Linde Gang but he still feels the pull of his master calling for him.

[lulu2992]

Who is the voice of the female Deputy?

When I saw this question, I decided to try to find an answer.

I looked up all the actors listed in the credits, listened to their voices (in interviews, demo reels, or other videos), and… I’m still not sure who played the female Deputy.

While I usually find it relatively easy to recognize voice actors in French, my native language, it turns out that’s much harder for me to do in English. Also, it doesn’t help that they’re usually very good at changing their voice/accent and that, in real life, most of them don’t sound like the characters they play.

I still believe the person who played the female Deputy is also “Cult Follower Female 5” (CFF5), but it seems to me the actor used a different accent and tone so the cultist sounds a bit “villainous”. In any case, I didn’t find anyone that sounded exactly like the two characters…

According to my ears, though, the female Deputy and the female Captain from New Dawn have the same voice. Outside of cutscenes, the Deputy has 314 lines in Far Cry 5 (which you can listen to here, here, here, here, and here) and the audio files were all reused for the Captain. In cutscenes, so the “lines” that were specifically recorded for New Dawn, the character sounds exactly the same to me, which means the voice actor must have worked on both games.

I looked at the names that appeared in the credits of the two games and narrowed the list down to the 15 (+1; see below) likeliest candidates, so here are the people who, in my opinion, could potentially be the voice of the female Deputy, as well as, when the information was available, either in the game or on IMDb, which character(s) they played:

Claire Armstrong

Kailea Banka

Carolina Bartczak (Cult Follower in FC5; apparently not in FCND, but you never know)

Kimberly D. Brooks (Gun for Hire)

Nicki Burke (Cult Follower in FC5, Selene in FCND)

Lucinda Davis

Stacey DePass (Nana in FCND)

Amber Goldfarb (voice of Faith’s Priestesses, “Cult Follower Female 3”, and, I believe, Rae-Rae)*

Julianne Jain

Mara Junot (Sherri Woodhouse, “Civilian Female 6”)

Helen King

Erica Linbeck (voice of Anne, but also this and this)

Cynthia Kaye McWilliams (Resistance Soldier)

Debra Wilson

Kim Yarborough

Mayko Nguyen, who plays Kim Rye, was credited a second time as a “voice talent” in Far Cry 5, which implies she may have also played one of several NPC. Since she worked on New Dawn, she too could be the female Deputy’s voice.

Again, English isn’t my first language, and after spending two days listening to all those voices, everyone started to sound the same to me :’) If you’re a native English speaker and/or have a great ear, though, maybe you’ll be able to more easily solve the mystery! We can do it!

*IMDb says Amber Goldfarb played “Noodle’s owner” (the woman who called Ms. Mable for her pet snake) but the files tell me the voice is actually “Civilian Female 6”, so Mara Junot.

And under the cut, just in case, I included all the other female voices who appear in the credits.

FAR CRY 5

MAIN CAST Beryl Bain (Tracey Lader) Sarah Booth (Tammy Barnes and, according to IMDb, a “Civilian”) Luisa D’Oliveira (Deputy Joey Hudson) Jenessa Grant (Faith Seed) Debra McGrath (Nancy) Tasya Teles (Mary May Fairgrave)

VOICE TALENTS Carolina Bartczak (Cult Follower) Lauren Jackson (Skylar Kohrs) Erin Mathews Julie Nathanson (Jess Black) Kristen Peace Murry Peeters (Grace Armstrong) Claire Rankin Cara Ricketts (Dr. Sarah Perkins in FC5, Mickey in FCND) Charlotte Rogers Paula Shaw (Ms. Wilhelmina Mable) Jane Wheeler (Adelaide Drubman)

PERFORMERS (I’m not sure they recorded voices and they apparently didn’t work on FCND) Michela Cannon Roanna Cochrane (Cult Follower) Athena Karkanis Karen Knox Janet Porter Melissa Robertson Alyssa Trask Brandi Marie Ward

FAR CRY NEW DAWN

MAIN CAST Reina Hardesty (Carmina Rye) Leslie Miller (Lou)

VOICE TALENTS Rylee Alazraqui Mary Faber (in the “Additional Thanks” section in the FC5 credits and in Lost on Mars according to IMDb) Camryn Jones Rachel Kimsey Melanie Minichino (Gina Guerra) Carolyn Ratteray Marisha Ray Nadia Verrucci

PERFORMANCE CAPTURE PERFORMERS (again, I don’t know if they recorded voices in FCND) Ava Augustin Tamara Brown Jenny Raven Ajanae Stephenson Lydia Zadel (also credited in the “Additional Thanks” section in FC5 and a voice in Lost on Mars according to IMDb)

Good luck!

[mantislyblaca]

(Permission)

St Claire Hall Episcopal Girls School

AKA (Kemper Hall)

Kemper Hall was an Episcopal girls school for day and boarding students which recognized 1870 as the year of its official founding. The predecessor to Kemper Hall, the Kenosha Female Seminary, was chartered by the rectors, wardens, and vestry of St. Mathews Episcopal Church in 1855, but the school did not open until 1865. Mrs. H.M. Crawford operated the school as St. Claire's Hall for a short time. The school's founders purchased the home of Senator Charles Durkee and nine surrounding acres of land on the Lake Michigan shore in Kenosha. The Durkee mansion served as the school's central classroom and administration building throughout the school's 105-year history.

Bishop Jackson Kemper was elected trustee of the female seminary in 1866. Following Kemper's death in 1870, his successor, Bishop William Armitage, made an urgent request to the Milwaukee Diocesan Council to redeem and secure the school as a living monument to Bishop Kemper. At that time, the school was renamed Kemper Hall. The Reverend George M. Everhart served as the school's first headmaster from 1870 until 1878. The first graduating class celebrated commencement in the school's new chapel in 1876.

In 1878 a group of women from the Sisters of St. Mary, an Episcopal women's order located in Peekskill, New York, arrived in Kenosha to administer the school and to return it to financial solvency. Among the sisters was Mother Mary Clare who became the first headmistress in 1883 and served in that capacity until 1918. Mother Mary Ambrose, who joined the school in 1911, served as headmistress from 1931 until 1967. Other headmistresses included Sister Sarah, 1878; Sister Edith, 1879-1883; Mother Mary Maude, 1918-1920; Sister Celestine, 1920-1922; Sister Flora Therese, 1922-1931; and Sister Margaret Jane, 1967-1969. Anna J. Morse was influential in shaping the curriculum and academic policies of the school, serving as director of studies from the early 1930s until the early 1960s. A lay Board of Trustees assisted the Sisters of St. Mary with the school's administration and most of the teachers were lay persons. Several wealthy benefactors contributed to the financial support of Kemper Hall including Zalmon G. Simmons, who donated eleven acres of land to the school; Charles W. Nash, president of Nash Motors Company, who donated his home to the school in 1938; and James T. Wilson, banker and Nash Motors Company executive, who donated Wilson House, a mansion across the street from the school.

In 1969 the Sisters of St. Mary turned the school over to a Board of Trustees and the Reverend Raymond Gayle became the second headmaster. In 1970 a co-educational program for students in grade one through grade nine was initiated, accepting boys as day students only. The Reverend Russell Ingersoll succeeded the Reverend Mr. Gayle as headmaster in 1972. Kemper Hall closed in June 1975 due to financial problems. During the school's 105-year history, 1,625 students attended. A peak enrollment of 140 students was reached shortly after World War II.

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AGGGTM Series Review

WARNING: Spoilers for the AGGGTM series and book

Late last year I finally caved and read 'A Good Girl's Guide To Murder' by Holly Jackson after months of hearing my friends praise it. I really wasn't expecting to like it and was just looking for another book to read over the winter break. Much to my surprise, I loved it and finished it in one day. So, when I heard the BBC was making a series I was more excited for the show to come out than I had been with any other adaptations of books I love.

Now, I have watched all six episodes and I want to give the pros and cons of the show (based only on my own personal opinion)

Pros: To start with, the casting is fabulous in terms of appearance. Nearly every character looks exactly how I imagined them. I also think, on the whole, the acting is superb. I found the pacing mostly satisfying and I often found myself itching to press 'Next Episode' every time one finished. Although it's entirely superficial, the soundtrack was a real highlight for me. As it mostly stayed true to the book, the actual plot was very gripping.

Cons: While I understand quite a lot of cutting had to be done to the story in order to fit it into 6 45 minutes episodes, I feel so many plot points were skipped over, meaning a lot of conclusions Pip came to seemed to be purely based on her intuition. As well as this, most of Pip's answers were handed to her by other characters. I was really sad she didn't make the 'TT' discovery herself, and it often felt she wasn't investigating, so much as being fed the answers. Another issue I have, (and no shade to Mathew Baynton here, Horrible Histories was my childhood) but Elliot seemed to be so much more menacing. I watched the show with my parents and they immediately picked up on it, making them suspicious of him from the start. I think a big part of this is that parent-child and student-teacher relationships cannot be manufactured, so the conversations he had with other characters often felt stilted or weird. I also found it really interesting they completely removed Stanley Forbes from the series. While he doesn't play a vital role in AGGGTM, having him in the book really helped set him up for GGBB, where is easily one of the most important characters. I'm sure the show runners have a plan for a potential next series, but nonetheless I think they should have just included him to save time next season. Finally- this is nit picking- I wish we had seen Barney more, as he always felt so present in the book which made his death feel so much more devastating.

Overall, I was honestly a little let down by the series. However, the main cause of that is probably that this time round I knew everything that was going to happen and didn't feel suspense the way I did before. I'm looking forward to the next series, which I think will be more exciting on screen.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

Okay i realised i dont talk about my ocs nearly as much as i should on here so have a shitty description of all the main characters to my current wips!!! (also this is me begging for more asks about my writing)

Power doesn't guarantee glory

Oriana Mckoy:if jenna ortegas wednesdaay addams was a 19 year old ace sapphic girl who has had way too much pressure put onto her

Salveria Ramel:silly lil guy (shes a 16 year old girl), was heavily based on my friend worm, is probably autistic, i adore her, you should adore her too.

Alex Ruinde:disaster gay (whos in denial ahout being gay) with abandonment issues

Mathew Mckoy:cinnamon role with an inferiority complex

Aria Allen:chaotic neutral lesbian who would gladly commit arson if given the chance

– – –

Paint analogy

Antoine Villeneuve:noble gentleman in his early 30s who like just learned what emotions are

Vixen Valentine:his dramatic, extroverted, goth best friend who forces him to be social

Celestine Maxwell:eccentric inventor girl who everyone is kind of scared of (she said she was going to dissect their brains, that was just her way of saying she thinks they were interesting)

Arden Clayborne:three goblins in a trench coat trying to act like One Fancy Dude(™���)

Melian Doyle:emo teenager in the body of a 29 year old man, he looks like hes going through his third divorce, in reality hes sleep deprived and on his third cup of coffee

– – –

Six of hearts

Ollie Miller:15 year old bisexual disaster with asthma, go to pick up line is "you take my breath away." (hes also the younger sibling and it shows)

Jackson "Jackie" Miller:gay, deaf, autistic teen boy with severe anxiety (he is the older sibling and it shows

Sage Arlene:short lesbian with pink hair and two dads

Terry Crow:Nonbinary theater kid who survives off of energy drinks

Via Wilson:Sages girlfriend, proof trans girls are fucking beautiful, her and jackie bond over being the introverts of the group

Rosy Moren:One of the rare instances of me writing a character who loves life

– – –

The inhuman fascination with the human mind

Orion:human, but in an inhuman way

Oz:he doesnt talk, but he will glare at you from across the room until you crack under pressure and run away, pretends they dont care about the others, spoiler alert:they do!

Opal:my darling, god help my poor darling, why did i give them such awful friends

Nathalie:inhuman, but in a human way

– – –

The sparks of hope that lead to fires of change

Casimir:carefree prince dude whos life wouldve been so much better if he was born into a normal, nonroyal family

Fletcher:spoiled brat who has committed murder

Celeste:girlboy who works day and night and night and day, no matter how she tries its all the same, they breeze on by, and hes left behind (if any of you got that reference marry me)

Alistair:stern knight dude whos life wouldve been better if their dad wasnt a knight

Cordelia:tall, mysterious, elegant woman whos intimidating and yet strangely motherly, she found a bunch of teens who had been screwed over by the royal family's existence and went "im taking you in. youre all my children now."

Rigil:pretty chill, down to earth dude, its pretty easy to forget that hes part of a group of criminals

Cyrus:emo teenager. (complimentary)

Fredge:pure chaos in the body of a 15 year old enby

Tip:bloody little girl

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 13, 2003

Lyrics:

One day when I came home at lunch time I heard a funny noise

Went out to the backyard to find out if it was one of those rowdy boys

Stood there was my neighbor called Peter and a Flux Capacitor

He told me he built a time machine

Like the one in a film I've seen

Yeah, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed but they lived underwater

And your great, great, great granddaughter

Is pretty fine"

(Is pretty fine)

He took me to the future in the flux thing and I saw everything

Boy bands and another one and another one and another one

Triple breasted women swim around town totally naked!

We drove around in a time machine

Like the one in a film I've seen

Yeah, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed but they lived underwater

(Not much has changed but they lived underwater)

And your great, great, great grand daughter

Is pretty fine"

(Is pretty fine)

I took a trip to the year 3000

This song had gone multi-platinum

Everybody brought our seventh album

It had outsold Micheal Jackson

I took a trip to the year 3000

This song had gone multi-platinum

Everybody brought our seventh album

Seventh album, seventh album

He told me he built a time machine

Like the one in a film I've seen

Yeah, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed but they lived underwater

And your great, great, great granddaughter

(And your great granddaughter)

Is pretty fine"

(She's pretty fine)

Oh, oh, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000

(3000)

Not much has changed but they lived underwater

(Not much has changed but they lived underwater)

And your great, great, great granddaughter

(And your great granddaughter)

Is pretty fine"

He said, "I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed but they lived underwater

(Not much has changed but they lived underwater, yeah)

And your great, great, great grand daughter

(And your great granddaughter)

She's pretty fine"

(She's pretty fine)

Songwriter:

He said, "I've been to the year 3000

(I've been to the year 3000)

Not much has changed but they lived underwater

And your great, great, great grand daughter

Is pretty fine

Charles Robert Simpson / James Bourne / Mathew Sargeant / Steve Robson / Matthew Fletcher

SongFacts:

👉📖

[nityarawal]

8/27/2023

Reeves Superman

"Mamma - You Got Their Number!"

Morning Songs

Were You Meant

To Be

Like Superman

Reeves

A Tech Geek

By Day

Terminator

From South Africa

Shake The Common Wealth

Games Dancin' With Actin'

Rockets Anonymous

A Few Film Credits

Rewind

A.I. Prototype 

Crimes

Reality Winner

Isn't Just A

Hologram

For Instagram

And Tick Tock

Data Rape Model

But Judges

Failed Globally

To Recognize

We Can Testify

Prosecute

Ignorant

Investigators

Spinning Webs

On Bribes

Yes Reality Speaks Farsi

And Has A Winner Name

Defense Team Mocks

Alright

Decades Pass

Nothing Solved

Continuances At Court

No Faith In The FBI

9/11

C.I.A.

Investigations

Intltelligence

Or Students 

Bought Off

Groomers For Court

Not Yet 25 Years Old

Like Danielle Hidalgo

Working For PDs

DA

Judges

Bribes

Doesn't Call Back

Or Do A Victim

Report

With Jay Curatolo

Summer Stephan

Captive By

Her Husband 

Judge Sawbraw

A Conflict

Of Interest

Since Bush Administration

And Schmitz

Before Him

Married To Her

Slave Owner

Judge

Will He Shoot Her

Or Will

Roseline Ferrel's

Wasp Judge

Controlling Courts

Let Officer's

Rape Sawbraw's Lebonese

Mixed Race Daughter

Forever

For Dozens Of DAs

Rotating PDs

Silencers

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Of Court

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Like You And Me

Did They Shave

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Like Diana

In The Hospital

Heard She Had

Gorgeous 

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And A Voice

Of Gold Before 

Metropolitan

She Said She Rarely

Wanted To Sing 

Anymore

After What Courts

Did To Her

Drugged Stupid

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Her Mamma

Valerie

Is Fighting

For Her Civil Rights

We Might Not

Agree

On Everything 

Conspiracies 

Politically

But She's A Genius

Of The Last Mommy Kind

Mamma's Fighting

For Human Rights

Civil Activists

Not On Bribes

For Diana Broke

Like Sinead

And Britney 

Folk

When They Stole

Her Baes 

And She Got Lice

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In The Cage

3rd World USA

Hospitals

State Wants More

Slaves

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With All

You See

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Jacqueline

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Care Not Court

Will She Heal Us

Of Obama Woes

PTSD

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No Don't Say

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It's IEHP 

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In Palm Springs

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Real Estate Ponzi Scams

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Child Abductions

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Don't Say 

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Insurance Fraud

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Verizon

AT&T Federal Scams

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We're Backed

When You're Not

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Federal Probate Fraud

Is Nothing

To Sneeze At 

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If Your Presiding Judge

Uses Ferguson 

Like Judith Clark

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Murdered His Wife

As If He Passed Gas

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In Moldy Basement

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Was Behind

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Lair

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1000 Attys

A Billion Dollars 

Stolen

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Attys To Get Us

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Refunds

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Saw His Fat Ass

Incriminate

A Probate

Every 2 Minutes

Packin' Them In

Like Sardines

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Mamma

On A Scam

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You Killed Your

Divine Wife

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Psychiatrists

But I'm Not

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Stop 

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Wife

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My Life

On Casual 

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To Whistleblow

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Mammas 

Call Your Presiding

Judge

D.O.J Says

Mammas

Call Mrs. Jackson

Jacqueline 

In Riverside

Probate

Courtroom 8

Mammas 

Call Presiding Judges

Mammas

#FreeBritney 

Intuitive Mammas

Mamma

You Got Their Number

You Got This

Mamma Always Does

That's The Key

Mamma's Got Your

Number

That's The Key

She Wouldn't

Take A Plea

She Never Does

She's A Mamma

She's Got Your 

Back 

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At Home

Everyday

Come Home

My Love

Today 

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Hypothetically, Jackson steals April at her wedding to Mathew T for the second time 🤣 in season 14 (that awful scene, shit script for April's departure,)... Anyway, I hate Mathew and I wanted to see him look like a loser. again 🤣🤣

I don't hate Matthew, I just want him... far away.

___

"You want me to stay?"

"Yes. Yes, you're my... Of course I want you to stay."

"Then you're going to have a little problem."

"Why is that?"

"Because if I stay... If I stay, I may have to tell you everything I haven't told you since your accident. That when I look at Harriet, all I can think about is how I lost you, even though you're here. That I'm not often scared, but the only times I am, it has to do with her or with you. That you say I prayed you back to life, when I feel like you did that to me."

"Jackson..."

"Because if I see you once more walk down the aisle towards a man that is not me, it'll probably be the kick in the ass I need to stop being a coward and tell you that you're it for me. That I probably don't deserve you, not with the way I've acted since the divorce, but that I want to be worthy to be with you again. That you're gorgeous in that dress, but that you're equally gorgeous in sweat pants at 4 in the morning when Harriet has just thrown up on you. That I can't stop thinking about you, and that if I'm a believer, it's in us."

"That's not fair. You can't do this every time I try to move on from you."

"I don't want you to move on from me. It's selfish, but it's the truth."

"Oh, so you're allowed, but I have to pine after you for the rest of my life?"

"Because you think I moved on from you? You're always on my mind. I dumped Maggie maybe 10 seconds after I walked out of your room after the accident."

"You broke up with her? But you came together today..."

"Yes, because we came with our parents. Which should tell you everything that was wrong with us getting together in the first place."

"But why didn't you say something?"

"Because I'm an idiot! I'm an idiot who doesn't know he's in love with his best friend until she jumps him in front of her hotel room door. I'm an idiot who always has to wait until the last minute because admitting feelings is the scariest thing for me. I'm an idiot who didn't board a plane to Jordan, who didn't fight harder and is regretting it every single day. I'm an idiot, and I want to stop being one."

"So hypothetically... If we were to get out of here to talk and get everything out in the open...

"Hypothetically, I would love that."

"We are the worst people in the world, you know that?"

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Songs on my playlist that remind me of The Outsiders :)

This is all personal preference.

Ponyboy Curtis: Two Birds- Regina Spektor, Immortals- Fall Out Boy, Uma Thurman-Fall Out Boy, Paradise-Coldplay, Remember the Name- Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond, 

Darry Curtis: I Am Machine- Three Days Grace, I Will Not Bow- Breaking Benjamin, Come as you are- Nirvana, Basket Case-Green Day, Good Riddance-Green Day.

Sodapop Curtis: Never Too Late- Three Days Grace, Viva La Vida- Coldplay, I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE-Maneskin.

Dallas Winston: Godzilla- Eminem, Wasn’t Me-Shaggy, Mrs. Jackson-OutKast, Fix You- Coldplay, something in the way- Nirvana, The Kids Aren't Alright- The Offspring, You're Gonna Go Far Kid- The Offspring.

Johnny Cade: Freaks-Surf Curse, Yellow- Coldplay, I Hate Everything About You-Three Days Grace, New Americana- Halsey.

Steve Randle: Locked Out of Heaven- Bruno Mars, The Diary of Jane-Breaking Benjamin, Headstrong-Trapt, Kryptonite- 3 Doors Down.

Two-Bit Mathews: Bullet with Butterfly wings- The Smashing Pumpkins, Dumb- Nirvana, Misery Business-Paramore, Beggin- Maneskin.

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Daisies

words : 422

genre : fluff + teenage dumbassery

characters: Dallas Winston, Sylvia (Merrill-Jackson)

Tw : infidelity if you squint, some language

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Tulsa chicks are a different fucking breed. 

The only real loyalty you saw back home was guys to their gangs. Your parents slept around behind the other’s backs all the time, your first girlfriend wasn't even your girl at all. Turns out she was stringing a guy along in apartment 3C the whole time. 

But in Tulsa, chicks went around tossing your ring to the ground the second she catches you watching a girl as she crosses the street. Sylvia stormed away before you could realize what you did wrong. Now, all her girlfriends know what a shit-for-brains boyfriend you are. Buck laughed when you told him, hard enough it brought him damn-close to tears. Said girls were a lot like horses. Needed a lot of time and a lot of patience. Said girls like his cousin like to be proven wrong, too. Especially when it comes to shit-for-brains boyfriends. 

Tim Shepard told you she loves daisies. Those four flowers almost sent you to the poor house. You filled in the gaps with prairie grass until it almost resembles something your old man would bring home when he got over one of his benders and Ma forgot to change the locks. Tied together with red string and your ring, the stems fit in your clammy hands as you pound on the door. “Open up, Syl! I know you're home!”

“No, I’m not!”

You can hear her on the other side of the door. Back to you, arms crossed over her chest, seeing how long it’ll take you to give up. Kathy Jenkins says Keith Mathews sat right on her porch singing Kumbha until her daddy came home and chased him down the street when she didn't give him the time of day. That's the kind of romance she wants. 

But you ain't from Tulsa, and you sure as hell ain't no singer. You throw the bouquet at her door, watching the stems snap and your ring rattle on the ground as you stomp off the porch. “Fine! But you can't say I didn't try!”

She’ll come around eventually — she always does. For the time being, you're heading back to Buck’s, letting him know all his shit advice got you was ignored. 

It's a good thing you left when you did, otherwise those daisies would've been left to wilt on her porch instead of sitting in a vase on the corner of Sylvia’s vanity, your ring catching the light of her bedroom as she dials her girlfriends. 

Eat your heart out, Kathy Jenkins.