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[gayfloralbabe]

Hi its me and im feeling pretty darn good right now if i do say so myself

[thetitanwar]

Sometimes You Just Gotta Sit In Traffic // Mission: Semi-Automatic

whats up I actually finished another chapter ... damn..... who is she

check it out on ao3! shoutout to my lovely mutuals who cheer me on with my writing, i promise things will start happening soon.

Annabeth didn’t wake him up the next morning. It had been hard enough for them to go to sleep. Percy only slept alone, and having someone who was almost a stranger right beside him as he slept wasn’t exactly a comforting thought. It wasn’t like he could hold her, that would be weird. However, Annabeth had fallen asleep almost as soon as she crawled into the sheets. Percy was glad that his partner was a stomach sleeper, though, because her face turned away from him as she snored into the pillows.

It took Percy what felt like hours to get comfortable, and only a few minutes to fall asleep afterwards. The night felt too short, with a sleep that wasn't quite deep enough. What only felt like twenty minutes was roughly ten hours.

Percy was up first, casting a glance at the blonde beside him. She was still fast asleep, looking peaceful. It didn't take much for Percy to know she needed whatever sleep she could get. The strap of her shirt migrated farther down her shoulder, exposing scars that expanded across her skin in a lightning strike. He noticed smaller, fainter scars closer to her hands. Images flashed in his brain of wristbands or bracelets and long sleeves. One scar wrapped above her left shoulder, and Percy wondered how he hadn't seen them before. He assumed yesterday was due to her jumpsuit, which was so bright it made you look away. The event that started this mission, however, made less sense. Makeup, maybe, but then Percy wondered how her scars slipped by him when he taught classes. The burn in his gut didn't go away when he saw a scar poking from under the hem of her shirt. Percy felt a protective flare of anger in his chest, needing to know who hurt her.

Annabeth stirred, and Percy held his breath. The blonde let out a sleepy grumble and settled, cueing Percy to let out a deep breath. He took the moment to slowly get out of bed. Percy pulled on a shirt and rubbed his eyes. A soft yawn broke the silence as his feet dragged across the carpet.

Breakfast was cereal, and he only had a couple of minutes to himself before Annabeth joined him.

“G’morning.” She still seemed half asleep, leaning against the counter as she brewed coffee.

“Good morning.” Percy gave her a small smile, which Annabeth returned.

The air between was an unfamiliar weight that almost made Percy forget about eating. It was impossible to tell if Annabeth felt it too, but it was ridiculous to assume that she didn't. It was safer to assume that she did. By the way her hair hid half her face, Percy knew she felt it. The images of her scars gnawed at his brain, making him wonder what her past could be.

It wasn't until then that he realized how little he knew of her. All that he knew was that she didn't talk about her past, kept her relationship with Luke a secret, and was a workaholic. Percy imagined some scars had to stem from missions, but others couldn't use the same excuse.

“How’d you sleep?” He settled for that question. Small talk was frustrating, but neutral.

“Good, actually. I needed it,” She answered, “You?”

Percy couldn't miss the air of relaxation slowly fading from her.

“I’m used to sleeping alone, just something to get used to.”

The wave of anger, the protective instinct he had towards Annabeth was useless. They weren't friends, not really. In fact, they barely knew each other. Not to mention how Annabeth can clearly handle herself, but nonetheless Percy felt the pang of anger.

Annabeth didn't see how he felt, choosing to focus on coffee. Percy didn't believe that she didn't see it. Sure, he was guarded, but there was a certain privacy about Annabeth that let him be a little freer. Maybe it was that she was harder to read than he was, and Percy had grown up to see what the twitch of an eyebrow meant.

“I like fluffy couches,” she said suddenly, “They bigger the comfier. Usually they're the ugly ones and I never spend enough time at home to need a soft couch anyway. They can be good though. And bay windows are great. I liked to listen to audiobooks and sit in them.”

Percy didn't understand why Annabeth chose to share that, maybe it was the large empty space where a living room should be. It didn't matter, because it was the kind of small and near useless information that made breakfast comfortable.

“I never had a bay window. I’d stack little cacti on my windowsill. They all had names.” Percy wondered if Annabeth would find it stupid that he would name a cactus. When he looked at her, a smile tugged at her face.  

“Really?” Her voice sounded soft, the kind of morning voice that made his shoulders relax.

“Yeah, all names after Disney characters.” Percy felt a smile tug at his own lips, watching Annabeth try to hold back a giggle. “My favorite one was kind of purple- named it Buzz.”

Annabeth snorted, her mouth spread in a wide smile. They both laughed, and the way Annabeth’s smile stretched let Percy believe that she wasn’t as serious as she looked.

The warmth in her eyes reminded him of his mom, in some weirdly comforting way. It was like warm Sunday mornings when they’re watch cartoons in their pajamas despite being far too old to watch cartoons. It felt like when his mom let him tag along to work and help her put candy into little bags, or arrange decorations in the candy shop windows. It felt like the sigh of relief his mom would let out when Percy rested his chin on her head, letting her talk about how hard to write the chapter was, and he’d reassure her that she was the best writer he’d ever heard of. It made his heart ache, and his hands itched to call his mom.

“Jackson?” Annabeth seemed cautious now, and Percy realized his expression must’ve changed.

“Sorry, just missing home.” His words trailed off. A heavy air hung between them.

“I stopped missing home a long time ago.” Annabeth was quiet, but her words echoed in his ears.

Percy watched her gaze lower back to her coffee mug. Silence fell over them, and Percy searched for the right words to say. It was nice, when Annabeth talked to him. As long as he’d known her, there was always a guard up. When she was just a student, it was her gloves or a mouthpiece. She’d talked just enough to be polite to her peers, and left. When she recruited Percy, it was looking at an image of who she wanted to be, he could feel the disconnect. Annabeth surprised him by turning the formalwear of their first mission into her own form of armor, a new glittering persona for her to show off to seem human.

Now she just seemed sad, lonely, and distant. If he reached out to touch her, sure, he’d touch her, but Annabeth was still far away. Talking about ugly couches let her guard come down, and Percy wanted that back. Percy found himself speaking again.

“You know, when you laugh, you’re not as,” He paused, knowing he wasn’t comforting, but not wanting to insult her, then decided she’d respect honesty, “scary.” Her eyes snapped up to meet his, and Percy knew he used to right word. Annabeth’s eyes were an ice cold grey, sending chills down his spine. Behind the coldness, however, Percy say a hint of shock play across her face.

“Scary?” Her voice was still soft, but she looked at him warily. It was as if Percy were the scary one.

“Yeah, I mean, you always look ready to murder someone and that is generally accepted as scary,” Percy said.

Annabeth scoffed, but she looked ready to murder Percy.

“That! Right there! The thing your face is doing? Murder face.” Percy threw his hands up, her reaction only proving his point.

Then, Annabeth laughed, her murderous look dissolving into and wide smile. Percy felt his own face break into a lopsided grin as she laughed at him. Annabeth had to set her mug down, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh my god, Jackson, you’re the scary one!” She brushed hair from her face, still trying to control her laugh.

Percy burst into a laugh as well, shaking his head in disbelief. He wasn’t the scary one, he could barely tumble through a sentence let alone intimidate someone. Annabeth was obviously scary, her dark eyes and easy access to fiery glances.

“What?! No way.” Percy shook his head, Annabeth’s laughter barely controlled.

“Seriously? You don’t see it? You’re tall, strong, and charming enough that you could talk your way out of a firing squad. That’s scary, Jackson. You’re almost on par with Piper,” Annabeth said.  

Percy blinked, “I’d talk my way into the firing squad, actually.”

Annabeth grinned, “I can see that, too. You are a tad too honest.”

The air settled into a comfortable silence, both of them settling into what would be a long partnership. They were off to a good start, Percy thought. They could be friends, this may really work.

“Ok, Rookie. We’ve got a international arms dealer to meet with,” Annabeth said, setting her mug in the sink and filling it with water.

Percy ate the rest of his breakfast quickly, trying to finish by the time Annabeth walked back into their room to get ready for the day. It felt odd, sharing a room with her. They barely knew each other, and it felt even more out of place without actual furniture. Percy washed their dishes, humming to himself as he thought about where he was. A foreign city, a three hours time difference between him and his mom, stuck with a girl he barely knows where he might die.

Annabeth entered the kitchen, settling next to Percy to dry the dishes. She looked at him, then set down the bowl.

“Get dressed, this apartment is too empty,” Annabeth said. Percy nodded, taking his leave to get dressed in regular clothes.

“How are we-” Percy began to shout through the apartment.

Annabeth cut him off, “A car, Jackson. We have one, hurry up!”

Percy grumbled something as he hurriedly brushed his teeth, pulling on his sneakers quickly before joining the blonde at the door.

“Hurried.” He opened the door, following her out to the elevators.

The car in the garage was something he could see Annabeth driving. A black Jeep, hard top, black leather seats, and black rims. Annabeth unlocked it, sliding into the front seat.

“Who said you’re driving?” Percy slid into the passenger seat, not really annoyed about riding along. Honestly, he just wanted to give his partner a hard time.

“You didn’t know we had a car.” Annabeth smirked, the engine roaring to life.

“Ha ha. Very funny.” They drove off, trying to weave through traffic.

The lack of taxis was different, but the fact that cars might as well have been parked was similar. There was a lack of car horns blaring, but the sun beat down through the windows as they drove to the city over. Percy just sat in the car, taking it all in. There wasn’t too much to see, after all he was stuck in a car, but the clashing of old and new buildings was interesting. The drove past tourist attractions and took a packed freeway, leaving the dirty Hollywood streets behind.

“Movies make it seem...” Percy trailed off, trying to find the right word to describe the movie facade the city is painted in.

“Beautiful?” Annabeth glanced over, “It is, in a way. A lost of those buildings are older than us, but some of them are brand new. It’s cool, seeing how the same work still holds up.” Percy agreed, because that was true. Some of the buildings are iconic, but it still seemed dull.

“Yeah, but it feels dull,” Percy said.

“Looks like it didn’t take long for the city to beat the optimism out of you,” Annabeth laughed, and it made Percy let out a huff in agreeance.

“Just get us to Ikea, Chase. I’m tired of being couch-less.”

[marslesbian]

Local farmer lesbian harvests her radishes

[zoenightstars]

pjo musical: the rundown

so i went to see the lightning thief with @angelicomma yesterday and um. oKAY GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS LEMME TELL U ABOUT THIS MOTHER!FUCKIN! SHOW!!!! because it was SO GOOD this is just like. the short list of what i loved about it because oh my god 

prepare for the longest post ever 

the set was such an aesthetic? it was all very metallic like there was scaffolding and greek columns with graffiti on them? it was very chb and very nyc and overall a Blessing 

every time they needed to show a different location they’d do it with the lights so like there were these lights lining the scaffolding that would change color ?? in the underworld they’d flash red, yellow and orange and were made to look like fire and near the ocean theyd be blue and if they were talking about trees itd be green and! if they wanted u to focus on a certain part of the scaffolding it’d be a different light color than any of the other parts which was rad af

the overhead lights were used really well too like when percy was singing about being the son of poseidon or when there was water the lights would be blue and when they were in the forest theyd be green

there is an entire song about how they hate new jersey and how they refuse to die in the garden state. know this

the show was very low budget like oh my god it was great

they didnt make some of their own props so sally walked in once with a trader joe’s bag and also the most important bag in the world (containing the master bolt) was a fucking jansport 

their representation of water was just to attach toilet paper rolls to leaf blowers and turn the overhead lights blue like what even

they covered the first 4 rows in toilet paper at one point 

also they fuckin deca-casted everyone except for percy (chris mccarrell, the light of my life actually he was so good) 

jonathan raviv played chiron, auntie em, random chb girl in a bike helmet and braids (?), random tractor guy (?), a bus driver, a train conductor, hades, and poseidon and im probably missing someone. he had very distinctive characters for all of them not to mention horse puns 

“the gods are kind of dicks”

medusa’s eyes were just light up swim goggles

sarah beth pfeifer, who probably has the best comic timing ive seen ever, played clarisse, katie gardner, a fucking squirrel?, mrs. dodds, lotus casino girl, random camper assistant to mr. d, and thalia 

*chases annabeth down a flight of stairs with a sword while screaming* 

“for their sixteenth birthdays my friends all got cars. I got a fern and a mason jar!” 

“ARROWS ARE MADE WITH WOOD. I REFUSE TO PARTICIPATE IN AN ACTIVITY THAT CONDONES VIOLENCE AGAINST OUR ARBOR BRETHREN!”

they had the most roles and they were GREAT 

george salazar was such a wonderful grover and mr d oh man 

mr d’s whole gag was he’d kick a chair when he got pissed which was hysterical bc the camper assistant would start pouting every time and he also wanted to turn percy into a dolphin 

“grover, are you ever going to wear pants again?” “NOPE!” 

his solo song was about thalia and how he couldnt save her talk about EMOTIONAL he cried

dam jokes

“we might have more drachmas if you didnt spend them on those DAM SNACKS” “HEY! IT WAS THE HOOVER DAM” 

let me talk about. carrie compere for like multiple hot seconds bc GODDAMN GIRL CAN SANG 

she was such a good sally. can she be my mom. she sang a song abt percy being special and wonderful and i got a lil teary 

“you saved my life, percy. It’s time i learned how to live it.” cryin g 

her silena was really funny? like very whiny but very funny.

 “every time i bring a boy home, my mom’s there in her nightie [...] she steals my mascara and all my dates!” 

she also played sort of charon? underworld guide in this awesome gold dress (she looked SO GOOD) who smacked grover’s goat ass (?????) 

“you know, bringing people to the underworld isn’t my only job. I also have a band. wanna hear a demo?” “not really?” “sorry, i can’t hear you over this SWEET ASS RIFF” 

“We got everyone! we got kurt kobain, we got beethoven. any requests?” “um, do you have josh groban?” “we will.” 

JAMES! HAYDEN ! RODRIGUEZ! was sO GOOD AS LUKE

THERE WAS A GOOD KID REPRISE AND I WAS SHOOKEN 

“being a good kid gets you nowhere at all” bruh 

they couldn’t have a scorpion onstage so luke just. fucking stabs percy in the back??? 

He was also a really funny ares and gabe!! 

ok and my gal KRISTIN STOKES 

fun fact abt me and kristin stokes ..... so we were walking in the same direction after stage door and so me and @angelicomma just walked with her....to the train.... she gave us dessert recs...... and talked about the show (she’s so salty about how rangey her big solo is but trust me she was so good on that song) and also waitress with us.... it was the best experience of all time she is so nice and cool and was wearing jurassic park leggings how rad is she oh my god

her annabeth? was awesome? she was witty and tough and aggressive and i was ABOUT IT 

she called out sexism all the damn time 

“annabeth, i get it. do you know how many schools i’ve been kicked out of?” “yeah, percy, but when boys mess up they get a second chance.” 

“hey, annabeth, who’s your dad?” “he’s a history professor.” “i thought everyone’s dad was-” “a god? that’s my mom. sexist.” 

longest yeah boi ever 

the moment where she betrayed luke at the end??? YES GIRL

chris mccarrell was such a perfect percy i am elated 

“Tartarus? LIKE THE FISH SAUCE???!!!?!?!” 

*swings riptide like a lightsaber while making lightsaber noises* 

*packages medusa’s head* “To Mount Olympus. Signed, Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.” “the gods will think we’re impertinent!” “*winning smile* we are impertinent.” 

*pouts* “i know how to hold a sword! like this!” annabeth corrects him and he swings it “oh wow actually that’s a lot easier” 

in good kid he was like? running around the stage and climbing the scaffolding and shit? and i cried??? the no mom line was the WORST i wanted to actually scream and his voice is so pretty 

and he was so shook by his own powers oh man 

he was just. so good at the twelve year old thing it was fantastic he was all fidgety and Dramatic (tm) god bless

he loves sally so much!!! all the demigods were salty af abt their parents and he was just quietly singing like “my mom loves hugs and scary movies” and i just. screamed quietly

there were rlly cute percabeth moments too. 

 percy’s knocked tf out the first time annabeth meets him (she infiltrates his dream a lil) and he sings a lil song abt how she’s beautiful and stuff and he wakes up and she’s all “YOU DROOL IN YOUR SLEEP” shook 

she shows up at capture the flag (percy hasnt officially met her yet) and he points at her and was just “gasps YOURE MY DREAM GIRL!” and annabeth side-eyes him hardcore and he goes “UM. THE GIRL. FROM MY DREAM.” 

“the god is my mom. sexist.” “NO NO I LOVE GIRLS!” annabeth is shook yet again and percy panics and is like “I MEAN UM THEYRE VERY NICE” 

percy gets serious side eye from luke

it’s great  

when percy gets stabbed they almost kiss and then grover RUNS ONSTAGE “HEY! here’s your ambrosia percy” goddamn it was DRAMATIC

im definitely missing shit but oh boy it was so so good

i’d kill a man for that soundtrack  

if you have the chance (and the money) it’s just. such an Experience and everything i could have ever dreamed of. the cast is great (and theyre all so freakin NICE s/o to kristin especially). 

i’d highly recommend it!!! A+ 1000/10

[gayfloralbabe]

Exactly 1 year apart, here we are folks.

[gayfloralbabe]

just sayin: hoodie over skirt is a big gay look

[gayfloralbabe]

I went out with friends and felt v cute!!

[gayfloralbabe]

guess who looked like such an adult that the bartender didnt even card her 👉😎👉