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Relating to that post I made today, I was wondering if other Beatles fans had like- a “relapse” where you go ‘do I really like the Beatles or are they just popular/white/I’m boring, etc.’? Every so often I’ll doubt my taste because of what other people say, but I’m always quick to get out of it. Smh @ me for letting haters make me question myself. I was wondering if anyone else did this?
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AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way
Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’
Batman is mortified.
No one lets it go.
The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.
“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.
“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.
Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself
He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious. Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”
Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”
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A Pile of Empty Brass
Author’s Note: This is the first time I’ve felt like I have a story worth writing in a long, long time. I wanted to thank everyone who has made such kind comments on my writing in recent weeks. All of the stories that you’ve seen on my tumblr are at a minimum a year old. You’ve reminded me why I enjoy writing, and I can only express my deepest gratitude to you all. Thank you.
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It was not the human warriors that convinced us of their worthiness.
It was not their works of engineering.
It was not their music, it was not their cuisine, it was not their weapons of war, it was not their policies of peace, it was none of these things for how can we measure a species by these things?
A species may fight with ferocity and valor on the field, and scorn their poor.
A species may build great works, and flee before a fight.
A species may sing beautifully, and use that song to pervert the truth.
It is no measure of a species how they treat their poor if they treat those who are not of their species as worse than dirt.
No, no it was none of these things that convinced us of humanity’s greatness.
It was their spirit. It was their resilience, their willingness to take a just cause to the bitter end and to watch their towers crumble and their skies burn before they would sacrifice what they considered sacrosanct.
It was as their great fleets were smashed before the oncoming tide of terror and their armies massacred from the skies, for though we might not judge their race by their martial prowess it was a prowess they had in abundance. And the terror that came from the great void between the stars could not stand before the fury of a human army, and so rained fire on them from the skies.
It was as disaster after disaster befell them, and a single demand was broadcast again, and again, and again.
Surrender. Bend the knee. Permit the terror to stand tall. Let them break you beneath their whips.
Surrender your freedom, and be spared.
And so it was that a human diplomat came to us, the Concordat, the council of spacewalking species, and to my everlasting shame we counseled surrender. Many of us had. It was not wrong to bend the knee to the strongest, we argued.
Humanity, it seemed, disagreed.
“Honored Speaker of the Concordat, my fellow members.” He began, slowly, and I heard something in his voice I could not place then but I know now to be the joy humanity can only feel when they have dedicated themselves to a cause they know deep in their hearts to be so just, so pure as to be worth the deaths of everyone they knew or loved. It was the voice of a man who saw his death on the horizon and resolved to greet it with his head held high and a song on his lips.
“Caution, you have counseled us. It is wisdom you say, to bend the knee to that terror from beyond the void, to let them have our homes and our families to do with as we please. For you say there is no shame to live as slaves. No dishonor in surrender to an evil, so long as we live.”
There was an unspeakable quality to his voice, a deep tenor that echoed throughout the chamber for those of us with the ability to hear it.
“My fellow members of the Concordat you call your policy accommodation and say if we surrender, if we let the enemy into our homes and our hearts he will come to love us.
“Humanity has considered this proposal, and as one we have spoken. As one we have rejected it, for we are not a people who will go quietly into the night we are not a people which will let our children grow up with the yoke of slavery around their necks without a fight.
“We are all retreating under the pressure of this war and so you say that the time has come to surrender because you have heard from your own people pleas for peace at any price. You have heard those that say they would rather live on their knees than die on their feet.
“Honored members of the Concordat those voices may speak for your own people but they do not speak for us. There are things in this life worth bleeding for, worth killing for, worth dying for and the sweet air of freedom is such a thing. We will not surrender. This has been our position from the very beginning, and it has not changed.
“There is no price we will not pay to maintain our freedom, for as we die it is the only thing we have. One day, we all know, that one day we will go to meet our creator or the void. One day we will go into that darkness, and we will be judged, of this I have no doubt. I, my father, my mother, my son, my daughter, my people, my people will go into the void and we will hold our heads high. Our children will enter the void. Our children’s children will enter the void. This we all know.
“So the question before us is not ‘will our children live’ for our children will die. This is our burden to bear. The question that lies before us is how will they live. How can we look our children in the eyes and say ‘we did this for you’ as they are broken beneath the heel of a tyrant.
“So members of the Concordant, we will set our children to flee. We will send them and our parents and those we can spare far, far away. We will send them further than the terror can follow and they will grow up free.
“And we, we who can? We will fight. We will fight in the space above our colonies, we will fight in the atmosphere of our homes and we will fight on the landing grounds of the terror. We will fight, and fight, and fight until the terror no longer comes, or the last of us has fallen.
“And we will pray to whatever God we believe in. We will pray to be made fast and accurate. We will pray for true aim and quick hands and minds. And we will not pray for victory, for we will not leave victory up to the fickle hands of fate. We will take victory, and our victory will be the free lives of our children.
“We will not pray for victory. Our victory is assured. So members of the Concordat, we do not ask for your prayers for our victory. We ask that you pray for us to die in piles of empty brass.
“We will die on our feet so that our children will never know the agony of living on their knees.”
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fic: would it really kill you (if we kissed) [7/?]
rating: explicit pairing: percy/annabeth, with previous luke/annabeth summary: It wasn’t like Annabeth hadn’t been warned about him. In New Rome, there was just one unofficial rule to surviving and thriving for demigods and mortals alike. Avoid the son of Neptune. At all costs.
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“Skipping out?” she asked, wrapping her sheets around her chest before she sat up. She propped her elbow on her knees, watching with interest as Percy bent over and pulled his pants up. Even in the semi-darkness of her room, she could see a hint of the scratch marks she’d left on his back; she flushed, pleased with herself. “I thought we agreed to three rounds.”
“Duty calls,” he said dryly, turning back toward her. He still hadn’t buttoned his jeans and, gods, he somehow looked even better like this than when he was naked. It was unfair. “Trust me, I’d rather stay here.”
“If you say so,” she said in a light, disbelieving tone. “I didn’t take Romans for quitters.”
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What if Percy Jackson had became a god in The Last Olympian?
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Percy Jackson is sixteen when he accepts Zeus’s proposal
He looks at Annabeth
Athena glares at him
He wants to cry out I’m sorry
But instead he just smiles and thanks the king of the gods
…
Percy Jackson is seventeen when he talks to Grover
“What’s it like?”
To see everyone age around you
“Weird” is the reply
…
Percy Jackson is eighteen when the giants attack
He isn’t affected by the split personality disorder that the other gods are facing
He helps the seven demigods defeat Gaia and her minions
But it just reminds him of what he isn’t anymore
…
Percy Jackson is nineteen when he goes into the woods looking for a monster to fight
They all cower in fear of the god standing before them
He doesn’t understand why at the time
He is unarmed
…
Percy Jackson is twenty-one when Annabeth tells him she can’t be with him like this
She says she loves him
But she still walks out of the cabin
He doesn’t run after her
He knows he chose this life
…
Percy Jackson is twenty-three when the sea creatures and horses stop calling him the son of Poseidon
But rather the god of the waves
They don’t worship him any longer
They just fear him
…
Percy Jackson is twenty-six when he stops coming to Camp Halfblood
This place that was once his home is now a stranger to him
The kids keep getting younger and younger
…
Percy Jackson is twenty-nine when Thalia comes to him
“This is only the beginning” she says
She would know
She’s been fifteen for over two decades
…
Percy Jackson is thirty-two when his mom gets cancer
It runs in the family
He uses his new powers to heal her
He finally thinks maybe he made the right decision
Paul never looks him in the eye again
…
Percy Jackson is thirty-five when Nico dies on a quest
He could have saved him
He promised to save him
He doesn’t even find out until Grover sends him a letter
…
Percy Jackson is thirty-eight when he goes to live on Mount Olympus
The gods there despise him
He doesn’t care
He has to be with his own kind
…
Percy Jackson is forty-one when his mom dies
It was a plane crash
She was going to a book signing
He was too late
…
Percy Jackson is forty-four when Annabeth marries a man named Felix
They are so in love
So happy
He burns the wedding invitation
…
Percy Jackson is forty-six when Clarisse calls for help
She is cornered by a monster
She knows she has no other option
She prays to him
He doesn’t hear
…
Percy Jackson is fifty when Medusa is reincarnated
She thirsts for his blood
When he goes to meet her
He doesn’t even have to try
He keeps her head as a souvenir
…
Percy Jackson is fifty-five when Annabeth dies
He hears her screams from Olympus
It was spiders
Her nine-year-old son is all alone
And his name is Perseus
…
Percy Jackson is fifty-six when he creates his first real hurricane
It ravages the entire east coast
He doesn’t care
Even his father is worried
…
Percy Jackson is fifty-seven when his brother won’t talk to him anymore
Tyson lost friends in the hurricane
Heroes
Percy laughs at him harshly
“Why should I care?”
…
Percy Jackson is sixty-one when Grover dies while trying to put out a forest fire
He died saving the lives of hundreds of dryads
He becomes an iris
Percy’s storm destroys the tiny plant
…
Percy Jackson is sixty-eight when monsters break the magical barriers surrounding Camp Halfblood
Less than half the former population is left after the attack
He supposes he could have saved them
But why?
They’re only puny heroes
…
Percy Jackson is seventy-three when he raids Dionysus’s stores and gets drunk
He wonders along the streets of New York City
Everything is so different now
A pretty mortal girl sees him and offers to take him home
He has no home
But no one has smiled at him like that in so long
…
Percy Jackson is seventy-four when his daughter is born
He is long gone by then
The next time he sees either of them is when he claims her
The symbol that flashes over her head is a broken sword
Chiron gasps
…
Percy Jackson is eighty-six when he first meets his daughter for real
She has no interest in meeting the man that abandoned her and her mother
She yells at him
Blames him
He knows she’s right
…
Percy Jackson is eighty-seven when his daughter is killed
By a boar
Ares always did have a grudge against him
She goes to Elysium
…
Percy Jackson is ninety-five when he meets Chiron on Halfblood Hill
“How do you do it?” he asks
“Every day I try to honor their memories
So that they didn’t die in vain”
…
Percy Jackson is ninety-six when he walks to the middle of the woods
He writes down all the names
The people he has loved and lost
The people who have been lost on his watch
The people who he killed
Every single one of them
He sits there writing for over two days straight
Then he puts all the names into a jar
And buries it
…
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and two when Thalia Grace dies on the Hunt
She was the one person he thought would be with him when everyone else was gone
He is so alone
He goes to take his frustration out on Artemis
But when he finds her she is so distraught his anger evaporates
And he is left with only his grief
He and Artemis mourn together
But she moves on
He does not
…
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and three when he finally understands why Pan wanted to die
The prospect is so appealing now
Just fade away
Leave the suffering of the world
It would be so easy
…
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and eighteen when the minor gods rebel again
He considers joining them
He considers joining his father and the demigods that back the major gods
But why should he
He owes no one anything
…
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and thirty-seven when he goes to the underworld
It’s his first time as a god
And it’s so easy
This time he’s not trying to bring someone back
He just wants to feel death on him
To know what it’s like to be mortal and able to die
He doesn’t remember the feeling
…
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and seventy-one when Zeus and Poseidon start fighting again
There was a time when he would have been in the center of the fighting
Supporting his father
Maybe leading an army
But now he just watches
The war destroys the mortals
Most of the land is nothing but rubble
People scramble to survive
He doesn’t understand how they are so weak
…
Percy Jackson is two-hundred and thirteen when Camp Halfblood is destroyed for good
It’s all in flames
Like the vision he was shown by a titan many lifetimes ago
The grief he should feel isn’t there
It’s just another place
He doesn’t remember how it was once his home
That was so long ago
…
Percy Jackson is two-hundred and ninety-seven when Typhon beheads Zeus
He’s hardly surprised
…
Percy Jackson is four-hundred and fifty-two when he goes to sleep
He doesn’t plan to ever wake up
…
Percy Jackson looks sixteen when a girl with stormy gray eyes and blonde curls finds him
She looks like someone he used to know
He can’t put his finger on it
“You drool in your sleep” she tells him
…
Percy Jackson has been alive for five-hundred and seventy-eight years
And now he starts living again
This is so amazing but so sad
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