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[glenpowelljr]

GLEN POWELL — INSTAGRAM JULY 5, 2023

[ahecen]

percy playing guitar for annabeth, for @antigne

Annabeth is staring at the never ending decor of Percy’s room. It seems to encapsulate the last several years of his life, variations in interests and maturities. A solar system model with drawings taped to the wall, mountains of CDs, a couple skateboard decks. Her photograph from years before is still taped to his mirror.

Before they began dating just a month ago, Annabeth had only been in his room on a couple of occasions. There was always so much stuff she didn’t know where to start looking. But she now spends the majority of her free time in this very space, and she has graduated from looking and moved on to wondering.

The biggest question she has revolves around the blue electric guitar in the corner. She knows Percy likes rock music, but he has quite literally never mentioned playing the guitar. It just sits there collecting dust. Unless, he plays when she isn’t here.

Sitting at his desk, she glances at Percy’s lanky form, sprawled over his bed just a foot away. He’s on his back, holding a copy of the Great Gatsby above his face. He hums to the melody of what’s coming through his CD player, which tells Annabeth he’s just skimming the novel.

The end of her pen tapping against her chin, she ventures, “You know, I’ve never seen you play your guitar before.”

He glances at her. “I don’t play that much.”

“But you know how to.”

“I mean I got it when I was like thirteen.”

“Percy.”

He lowers the book, still looking at her upside down. “What?”

“Would you play for me?”

“Annabeth,” he whines. “Please no.”

“Please,” she says, making her eyes extra wide and sparkly for him.

“Fuck off,” Percy mutters, but he’s sliding off his bed to pause his White Blood Cells CD and grab the guitar. She grins.

He doesn’t plug it into the amp, which also makes Annabeth wonder how often he terrorizes his neighbors with the sound.

He sits on the edge of his bed, the body over his lap, and adjusts the tuning pegs. “You can’t watch.”

Annabeth sputters out a laugh. “What? Percy. It’s just me.”

He widens his eyes at her and she acquiesces, turning back around in the chair.

He strums once, then says, “It’s gonna sound weird, I don’t wanna plug it in.”

“That’s fine.”

He begins to play a soft tune, light and simple. Annabeth is shocked out of her system when he begins to sing, too, though quiet and mumbling.

“The book of love is long and boring, no one can lift the damn thing.”

Her face feels warm. Annabeth side eyes to make sure he isn’t watching her, before turning her head to get a better look. He’s hunched over, his curls covering his eyes. But I, I love it when you read to me. And you, you can read me anything…

A ball of something very grand expands in her chest. Something about the boy she loves sharing this fraction of himself.

“This one’s better on acoustic,” he mutters between verses.

He hums again, and Annabeth’s eyes burn. She watches through a blur of the way his fingers are curled, strumming up and down, over and over. His left hand switching between chords, one finger pressed over this string, shifting positions a second later. She swipes a tear of her cheek.

“It’s full of flowers and heart shaped boxes, and things we’re all too young to know.” He glances up with pink cheeks and a light smile, until he registers Annabeth’s state.

“What happened?” he asks, alarmed.

She fails to swallow the tightness squeezing her throat. “I just, like… I really love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Is—you’re not sad?”

“No.” She sniffles with a wobbly press of her lips. “You’re just really sweet, and I don’t know when I’m gonna get used to it.”

He sets the guitar down. “C’mere.”

She crawls into his arms and they fall on the bed, one of his hands cradling her head and she cries into his shoulder.

This has only happened a few times before, where the love she feels for Percy is so overwhelming that tears are her only form of expression. It’s been years of these expressions and years of Percy opening his arms for her, but just recently is the only time it’s been born out of pure, powerful adoration.

They’re not fighting a war, and they’re not fighting each other anymore. They walk to the park and do homework together and she climbs up his fire escape and he plays love songs for her. This peace is so incredibly foreign, it’s terrifyingly freeing. What can’t be accomplished when Annabeth has someone who loves her with every fiber of his being, and even past that?

“You didn’t write that, did you?”

“Hell no.”

“Why say it like that?” She raises her head to look him in the eye. “Your short story was really good.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Beth, if I wrote a song for you, you’d break up with me.”

Annabeth doesn’t say anything. She’s learned that there’s no reason to when Percy’s being difficult.

“I didn’t even finish the song,” he says.

“Oh, now you want to play for me.”

“I think it’d just make you cry harder though.”

She swats at his chest. “You’re right, by the way—you can’t sing.”

“What the fuck is that logic,” he says with no bite, holding her tighter, “I put myself out there and you knock me down for it.”

“I did no such thing. It’s charming. Were you trying to serenade me or was that just the first song that came to mind?”

“Both? Doesn’t hurt to serenade you when I can.”

“Yeah.”

“I know this one really sick guitar solo, though.”

She chuckles at his upbeat change in tone. “Better turn on that amp.”

[angelfruittree]

Hi, I made another little article for @irregularcollapse gorgeous stunning actors AU (girl chill, its giving fan- okay but I am) anyway it's an interview mag one (j'adore their format so much and got inspired by ausbuts one with Josh Brolin ages ago) for Bucky by Blakely (who directs the tv show the buckies are shooting in the fic)

and thank you to my most darlingest b (@irregularcollapse) for betaing and for the absolute banger of a line 'Bucky Egan's story is the stuff of movies but its not what makes him a movie star' xxxx

[b-justb]

@fxgottxn-sxlf

Now where did the rift lead him this time, for the most part he knew the rifts were strange forces that nobody really understood.

At one moment he was crossing the street and due to a random rift appearing out of no where, the next moment he was in someones house.

Indeed this wasn't exactly ideal as he didn't know who was in this house or how many people or how they would even react to him in the middle of their home.

Hopefully whoever was living in this place wouldn't react too angry at him, as the last thing he wanted was having to fight on his hands due to a misunderstanding.

[maddogmp3]

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[frostbitepandaaaaa]

CHAPTER SIX, DAY FIVE (PART 2)? 👀

ahhhh my baby 12 Days in Yavin, Wyoming! thanks for the ask my friend 💕

“Hey… Cass,” Jyn says in a way that sounds sufficiently nonchalant, despite her nervousness. Why she should be nervous she really doesn’t know. Cassian turns back to her, brow creased in question. “Just… seeing as though you definitely don’t have a date tonight...”

He gives her a blank look, though he can’t quite keep the twinkle out of his eyes. “That’s quite persumptuous of you.”

She barks a laugh. “Oh, yeah? You’re already going with someone?”

He shrugs. “I’m fielding several offers.”

“Who? Maz?” She frowns at that. “Actually… that would make sense. She loves you.”

He turns fully to her, hands in his pockets, gaze intent. “I might be convinced to let her down easy.”

Jyn feels heat creeping up her neck and into her cheeks despite herself. “I know I’m no competition to Maz, but would you consider going with me?”

His eyes light up, his smile small but true. “I would love to.”

[mofsblog]

BURMESE MUTUALS @fandoomed-len @balsemicvinegar HOW ARE WE

[graveyurt]

tagged by b to list 5 songs ive been listening to lately but in that list was a name so vile it makes me want to live out the rest of my days in the florida everglades. not tagging that evil evil woman (jk 😸🫶😸🫶 @softnsquishable)

1. life's a zoo - guerilla toss

2. empty - the cranberries

3. letters to you - finch

4. new abortion - slipknot

5. the end of the world - the cure

tagging @nerdangels @unholyverse @sleepingincrypts & @bilvy and legitimately whoever sees this wants to do it n say i tagged them 😸 okay yayyyy