cross-disciplinaryavitalgli-blog

[shotgunhoney]

Carving Table by Bobby Mathews

"Carving Table" by Bobby Mathews

Shaun Burnett was the kind of guy who never lost his temper, so he was the perfect Thanksgiving host for the people in his group of friends who couldn’t travel for the holidays. The group — eight guys and six women — was large enough so that it was convenient to forget who had slept with whom, and so minor petty jealousies either fell on their own or were cast by the wayside. They trickled…

[hideousvampire]

miscellaneous pt. 82929399392918272891929

steve and twobit sneak johnny out aaaaall the time trust me

vvv this thingy bc idk lots of art(not really)

yaaay those two

guess which one is the old one (IMPOSSIBLE😱😱😱)

the dude from high powder

[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

[ishouldsleepbut]

"Give me Frederick realizing that she's a sister before she is his daughter." well yes i ate up with that line :)

YES YOU DID!!! YOU FUCKING DID. oh my gosh. and it's perfect bc that's my favorite dynamic for the two of them.

picture fredrerick eventually coming to terms with the fact that the only reason annabeth ever stays with them is because of bobby and mathew (i think that's her step brothers' names.) because it's not fair to ice them out. they're kids, they didn't do anything. but fredrerick and mrs. chase? ooh boy.

annabeth is civil with them. she responds when they ask her about school, she helps out around the house, yada yada. she's polite. but she doesn't smile around them like she does with bobby and mathew. she doesn't tell her dad stories about the time percy blew up a volcano or how grover found the lost god of the wild. annabeth doesn't show her stepmom how to wield a knife just in case any monsters ever show up to the house when she's alone. no, she saves that for the two little boys that remind her so much of herself. except they're mortal. she wasn't.

and one day fredrerick chase will watch his daughter tuck same two boys into bed. and she will smile and laugh and promise to tell them many more tales about her life tomorrow. her usually stormy eyes will be bright, like light reflecting off a silver necklace. and then she will walk out and meet her father's gaze with those same eyes. except then they will be as cold as the point of sword. and he will know that she is a sister first, maybe a sister only.

because to him, she was his daughter last.

[wise-girl-official]

About meee

Hello, this is an rp acc for Annabeth Chase, my main blog is @pumpkin-gizzards, but i tend to be more active on this one. Obviously this is a character from the riordanverse and is not actually real. This is just my interpretation of Annabeth, anyway, I'm going to write some stuff about me.

Status: Head counsellor of Athena cabin

Date of Birth: July 12

Favourite colour: Green (you know exactly what shade)

Family: Athena (mother) Frederick Chase (father) Mathew and Bobby Chase (half brothers, non godly side) Mrs. Chase (step-mum) and obviously all my demigod siblings in cabin 6.

Relationship: Dating my bf percy @seaweed-brain-official

So yeah... asks are always open, and anons are welcome. i WILL answer them sooner or later.

Some accounts i rp with...

nico- @nico-ghostking

will- @sunnysolace7

percy- @seaweed-brain-official

grover- @goat-boi-official

leo- @bad-boy-supreme-official

jason- @blond-superman-official

hazel- @gems-and-jewels

piper- @beauty-queen-official

Rachel- @rachel-elizabeth-dare-official

Reyna- @reyna4ever

thalia- @pine-tree1

nyssa- @nyssathemechanic

harley- @built-to-break

Liz- @yourfavoriteearthshaker

Leanna- @the-insane-athena-kid

rose- @daughter-of-thanatoss

Thanks, thats all i guess.

[cammie]

yesterday me and a mutual were having a laugh talking about who would get shackled to a 2024 remake of this movie. these are our picks!

timothy chalamet as ponyboy curtis

jacob elordi as darry curtis

christopher briney as sodapop curtis

mike faist as dallas winston

dominic fike as johnny cade

KJ apa as two-bit mathews

nicholas hoult as steve randle

cole sprouse as paul holden

jamie campbell bower as dallas’ cousin

hart denton as mark jennings

finn wolfhard as bryon douglas

madelaine petsch as cherry valance

elle fanning as sandy

millie bobby brown as marcia

mia goth as evie

hunter schafer as kathy

sydney sweeney as sylvia

holland roden as two-bit’s sister

zendaya as johnny’s twin sister made up for the movie

danny ramirez as tim shepard

alexa demie as angela shepard

diego tinoco as curly shepard

dacre montgomery as bob

joe keery as randy

david harbour as mr. curtis

cara buono as mrs. curtis

tommy howell as mr. syme

alanna ubach as mrs. shepard

molly ringwald as mrs. mathews

& jonah hill as jerry

give me and anna @ivankaramazovsgf a soundstage and $500 million cash and rest ASSURED we will have this movie on the big screen by christmas

[reasoningdaily]

The Black Panther Party [Reconsidered]

This FREE BOOK DOWNLOAD is from THE BLACK TRUEBRARY

The Black Panther Party [Reconsidered]

A collection of essays written by scholars and former Panthers incorporates participant-observer perspectives in an exploration of the party's organization, gender dynamics, and legacy

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

Here is a searing, illuminating and unapologetic look at the Black Panther Party, whose 1966-1982 history is one of the most controversial and dynamic political dramas of our time.

Georgia State University African American studies professor Jones uses original writings from insiders, including former officials like former communication secretary Kathleen Neal Cleaver (who now teaches law in N.Y.C.), who writes about the Algerian exile she and her then-husband Eldridge Cleaver experienced during that era; and rank-and-filers like Steve D. McCutchen, whose Panther-era diary makes engrossing reading. The 18 chapters include original essays and memoirs by, and interviews with, former Panthers.

Contributors include scholars of Panther history like Stanford's Angela D. LeBlanc-Ernest, Nakhil Pal Singh of N.Y.U., Clarence Lusane of American University and Trayce Mathews, a Chicago-based political activist whose dissertation explores gender dynamics in the Black Panther Party. Founded in Oakland, Calif., by Bobby Seale and the late Huey P. Newton to promote armed self-defense of the black community from an allegedly brutal police force, the Panthers soon grew into a national force.

The Panthers, argues contributor Chris Booker, "embodied the highest aspirations of a generation of radical African American youth." These essays are mainly sympathetic to the Panthers' aims, and there lingers among some of them a bit of uncritical nostalgia. But contributors also critically investigate the party's complex attitude toward violence (police reprisals and inner-party conflict killed over two dozen Panthers from 1967 to 1969), inner-party gender relations, the consequences of the unstable membership mix of political activists and quasi-criminal types, and the group's romantic notions of social revolution.

From Library Journal

Revisiting the revolutionary reputation of the Black Panther Party (BPP) of the turbulent 1960s, political scientist Jones (African American studies, Georgia State Univ.) contributes a six-part, 18-chapter probe of the reality behind the rhetoric and the substance behind the much-maligned Panther image.

The anthology mixes interviews with analysis, reflections, and recollections. Former BPP members such as Kathleen Neal Cleaver, Regina Jennings, and Melvin E. Lewis and others delve into the contextual landscape of the BPP's founding in October 1966, recruitment of rank and file, organizational and gender dynamics, decline, and complex legacy.

This work provokes serious thought about how authority in government and media manipulate public perception of black protest. But even more, it unfolds dimensions of the BPP as a base of black nationalism and a bridge to intercommunalism, signaling a move beyond mere memoir to helpful scholarship on the BPP's integrity and interactions.

THIS BOOK IS PROVIDED FREE COURTESY OF THE BLACK TRUEBRARY here on Tumblr

[architechtofthegods]

𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕙 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖

Daughter of Athena, Fiancé of a Fish Brained Lunatic who gives me constant headaches…

Age: 18 (this year)

Current Residence: New Rome

There’s more to me below the cut. Read it if you dare.

Annabeth’s important Immediate Family:

Frederick Chase - Father

Mrs. Chase - Stepmother

Mathew and Bobby Chase - Paternal Half-Brothers

Magnus Chase - Paternal Cousin

Randolph and Natalie Chase - Paternal Uncle and Aunt

Sally Jackson - Mother I claimed

Percy Jackson - Fish Brained Fiancé

Rachel Elizabeth Dare - My sister (if you argue with me you’re having fists for breakfast)

Fun Facts From the Wiki:

🏛️ Annabeth is an anagram of 'Athena' with a few extra letters. Annabeth is a variant of the Hebrew name, Anna, which means "God has favored me". This could be a reference to the way Athena very much favors her. The third syllable of her name, Beth, is a common shortened form of another Hebrew name, Elizabeth, which means "my God is an oath" or perhaps "my God is abundance".

🏛️ According to the Magnus Chase series, Annabeth is likely a descendant of Swedish Royalty, making her a Legacy of Frey. The entire Chase family has had a “special relationship with the gods” for centuries.

🏛️ Annabeth has been asked to leave Camp Half Blood more than anyone in the series, (three times in canon) and still chose to stay.

🏛️ Like Percy, Annabeth dreamed of getting her parents back together at some point.

🏛️ Annabeth is extremely touchy about people touching her things. Percy once joked that her knife was for two things: monsters and people who touch her stuff.

🏛️ Annabeth is very fond of Animals.

🏛️ Annabeth is the only character in the series to encounter a god from each pantheon that has its own canon series. (Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and Norse.)

🏛️ Annabeth took a Culinary Arts class in university, and occasionally bakes treats for her dinners with the Jacksons.

🏛️ Annabeth’s Birthday is July 12th, a date shared with the emperor Julius Caesar.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[punkeropercyjackson]

Mathew Wayne headcanons

@theautisticcentre

His full name is Mathew Jacob Wayne(So him and Tim can have matching middle names since they debuted close to eachother)

Sunshine boy but goth flavored

Not shockingly tall but definitely passess as older than he is due to his height

Jacked for a teenager too due to his training

Him and Tim became instant besties and it didn't take long for them to start seeing eachother as brothers.Stephanie was more difficult but purely because Mathew was worried she was only trying to date Tim to hurt him and/or get at Batman

When Stephanie was Robin,that was when they became friends and he mourned her death almost as much as Tim did.He was VERY shocked when Gotham ressurected her and she showed up at Wayne Manor to greet him with a huge grin and a bear hug and he asked lots of questions through his tears of happiness

He came in when Summer was still (begrudingly) Sparks and was an influence on his current personality with his positivity.He made semi-regular apperances on Ember's Ashes and is considered an honorary Superfam member by Supergirls

Was the one who made Cass discover goth subculture and he thinks she's literally the coolest person ever(and i mean,yeah,he right).She thinks pretty positively of him in turn

Babs was the one to come up with the 'Batboy' name,as a joke but Mathew loved it so much that it stuck

Was lowkey intimidated by Jason pre-Rhato but went to join him after a fight with Bruce that really shook him and now they're eachother's favorite brothers along with Duke

Speaking of which,the reason him and Duke are so close is that they're exactly the same personality wise!!20/20 VISION BITCH THEY TWINNINNNNNN' /ref

Before becoming an Outlaw,he was an unofficial team with Stephanie,Damian,Kara,Summer,Lian,Cass,Babs,Dick and Bobby in Batgirl 2009!!They were simply known as 'Batgirl's gang' since they weren't official

Almost Cass level fighting skills once he gets older and even beat Slade at one point

His love interest is Jennifer Williams,the first Batgal and third Nightwing.She's black,the same age as him,a bi demigirl and autistic!!Their ship name is Jennibat and Jennifer's a very bubbly and kind but headstrong and snarky person who's interest are anything pastel,video games,literature and legos!She's adoptive daughter of a black lesbian couple who run a library and met Mathew as Batboy when she saved his life and the next day as Mathew Wayne when he went pick up a book for a school project.Since Jennifer is middle class,they go to different schools

Eventually,she gets so entangled in the Batfam that Dick takes her under his (Night)wing and gave her her title as a reference to how much she reminded him of Mathew.No official teams for her until Rhato but she has semi-official partners in Summer and Mathew and has had several teamups with the Wonderfam

His verse's Rhato is not that shitshow in canon but my own version of it-It still started in 2011 but the lineup is instead Jason,Eddie and Rose as the original trinity and Summer and them as the Dark Core Four and Pepper(@moonage-gaydream)as their Greta with the other members being(in order of when they join),Thad,Imani(@honeypotsworld),Kyle,Mathew,Lilith and Daisy(@insomniac-jay),Artemis and Venus(@insomniac-jay)!!

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

I'm Done. I'm Free. It has been Made

All 1 Submissions, as well as if they have propaganda

Flowey: Yes Propaganda

Dr Carmilla: No Propaganda

Hua Cheng: No

Xander Harris: Yes

Azula: No

Fuuta Kajiyama: Yes

Anders (Dragon Age): Yes

Saix (Kingdom Hearts): Yes

Rennala (Elden Ring): No

Apple White: No

Kyubey (Madoka Magica): Yes

Mathematics: Yes

Gon Freeces: Yes

Makiel (Cradle): Yes

The Emperor: Yes

Bassira Hussain (TMA): No

Kris (Deltarune): Yes

Evan Hansen: Yes

Haruko (FLCL): Yes

Princess Bubblegum: Yes

Doug Eiffel: Yes

Yuzuriha Kotoko: No

Anemone (Wings of Fire): Yes

Theresa Agnes: Yes

Liv Chenka: yes

Anakin Skywalker: Yes

R.M. Renfield (Dracula): Yes

Papa Loui: Yes

Rory Gilmore: Yes

Himemiya Anthy:No

Every Fire Emblem: Yes

Jin Guangyao: No

Raven Branwen: Yes

Caithe (Guild Wars): No

Georgina Barker (TMA): Yes

Scourge the Hedgehog: No

Susie (Kirby): No

Morro (Ninjago): Yes

Viren (The Dragon Prince): No

Dark Pit: Yes

Shadow the Hedgehog: No

Michael with the Doors (TMA): Yes

Professor Ozpin: Yes

Annie Edison: No

 Siri Keeton: Yes

Mihuel O’Hara: Yes

Talia Al Ghul: Yes

Yukio Okumura: Yes

Guillermo de la Cruz: No

Jenny (Forest Gump): Yes

Gamzee Makara: Yes

Wen Kexing: No

Griffith (berserk): Yes

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd: Yes

Hal 9000 (2001 A Space Odyssey): Yes

Hiiragi Mahiru: Yes

Bobbi Morse: Yes

Rika Kim: Yes

 Amanda Waller: Yes

Larisa Weems: Yes

Vincent Smith: Yes

Rammatra (Overwatch) Yes

Itachi Uchihara: Yes

Wanda Maximoff: Yes

Lucretia (TAZ):Yes

Angel Dust: Yes

Crowley (Supernatural): No

Makoto Hamamaya: Yes

Roy Mustang: Yes

Prowl (Transformers): No

Peter Hale: No

Harry Osborn: No

Octavia Blake: Yes

Melissa (Hatchetfield): Yes

Ainosuke Shindo/ADAM: Yes

Zuko (ATLA): No

Eichi Otori: No

Aesop Carl: Yes

Hosea Mathews: Yes

Arataka Reigan: No

Martin Blackwood: Yes

Frankensteins Monster: Yes

Alicent Hightower: Yes

Pyro (TF2): Yes

Maglor (Silmarillion): No

Providence (Risk of Rain): Yes

James Sunderland: No

Sorin Markov: Yes

Haruka Sakurai: Yes

Winn Adami: Yes

Regina George: No

Trucy Wright: Yes

Arlong the Saw: Yes

Sunny (OMORI): Yes

Kang Yohan: Yes

[dear-indies]

full list of biden letter 2:

Aaron Bay-Schuck Aaron Sorkin Adam & Jackie Sandler Adam Goodman Adam Levine Alan Grubman Alex Aja Alex Edelman Alexandra Shiva Ali Wentworth Alison Statter Allan Loeb Alona Tal Amy Chozick Amy Pascal Amy Schumer Amy Sherman Palladino Andrew Singer Andy Cohen Angela Robinson Anthony Russo Antonio Campos Ari Dayan Ari Greenburg Arik Kneller Aron Coleite Ashley Levinson Asif Satchu Aubrey Plaza Barbara Hershey Barry Diller Barry Levinson Barry Rosenstein Beau Flynn Behati Prinsloo Bella Thorne Ben Stiller Ben Turner Ben Winston Ben Younger Billy Crystal Blair Kohan Bob Odenkirk Bobbi Brown Bobby Kotick Brad Falchuk Brad Slater Bradley Cooper Bradley Fischer Brett Gelman Brian Grazer Bridget Everett Brooke Shields Bruna Papandrea Cameron Curtis Casey Neistat Cazzie David

Charles Roven Chelsea Handler Chloe Fineman Chris Fischer Chris Jericho Chris Rock Christian Carino Cindi Berger Claire Coffee Colleen Camp Constance Wu Courteney Cox Craig Silverstein Dame Maureen Lipman Dan Aloni Dan Rosenweig Dana Goldberg Dana Klein Daniel Palladino Danielle Bernstein Danny Cohen Danny Strong Daphne Kastner David Alan Grier David Baddiel David Bernad David Chang David Ellison David Geffen David Gilmour & David Goodman David Joseph David Kohan David Lowery David Oyelowo David Schwimmer Dawn Porter Dean Cain Deborah Lee Furness Deborah Snyder Debra Messing Diane Von Furstenberg Donny Deutsch Doug Liman Douglas Chabbott Eddy Kitsis Edgar Ramirez Eli Roth Elisabeth Shue Elizabeth Himelstein Embeth Davidtz Emma Seligman Emmanuelle Chriqui Eric Andre Erik Feig Erin Foster Eugene Levy Evan Jonigkeit Evan Winiker Ewan McGregor Francis Benhamou Francis Lawrence Fred Raskin Gabe Turner Gail Berman Gal Gadot Gary Barber Gene Stupinski Genevieve Angelson Gideon Raff Gina Gershon Grant Singer Greg Berlanti Guy Nattiv Guy Oseary Gwyneth Paltrow Hannah Fidell Hannah Graf Harlan Coben Harold Brown Harvey Keitel Henrietta Conrad Henry Winkler Holland Taylor Howard Gordon Iain Morris Imran Ahmed Inbar Lavi Isla Fisher Jack Black Jackie Sandler Jake Graf Jake Kasdan James Brolin James Corden Jamie Ray Newman Jaron Varsano Jason Biggs & Jenny Mollen Biggs Jason Blum Jason Fuchs Jason Reitman Jason Segel Jason Sudeikis JD Lifshitz Jeff Goldblum Jeff Rake Jen Joel Jeremy Piven Jerry Seinfeld Jesse Itzler Jesse Plemons Jesse Sisgold Jessica Biel Jessica Elbaum Jessica Seinfeld Jill Littman Jimmy Carr Jody Gerson

Joe Hipps Joe Quinn Joe Russo Joe Tippett Joel Fields Joey King John Landgraf John Slattery Jon Bernthal Jon Glickman Jon Hamm Jon Liebman Jonathan Baruch Jonathan Groff Jonathan Marc Sherman Jonathan Ross Jonathan Steinberg Jonathan Tisch Jonathan Tropper Jordan Peele Josh Brolin Josh Charles Josh Goldstine Josh Greenstein Josh Grode Judd Apatow Judge Judy Sheindlin Julia Garner Julia Lester Julianna Margulies Julie Greenwald Julie Rudd Juliette Lewis Justin Theroux Justin Timberlake Karen Pollock Karlie Kloss Katy Perry Kelley Lynch Kevin Kane Kevin Zegers Kirsten Dunst Kitao Sakurai KJ Steinberg Kristen Schaal Kristin Chenoweth Lana Del Rey Laura Dern Laura Pradelska Lauren Schuker Blum Laurence Mark Laurie David Lea Michele Lee Eisenberg Leo Pearlman Leslie Siebert Liev Schreiber Limor Gott Lina Esco Liz Garbus Lizanne Rosenstein Lizzie Tisch Lorraine Schwartz Lynn Harris Lyor Cohen Madonna Mandana Dayani Mara Buxbaum Marc Webb Marco Perego Maria Dizzia Mark Feuerstein Mark Foster Mark Scheinberg Mark Shedletsky Martin Short Mary Elizabeth Winstead Mathew Rosengart Matt Lucas Matt Miller Matthew Bronfman Matthew Hiltzik Matthew Weiner Matti Leshem Max Mutchnik Maya Lasry Meaghan Oppenheimer Melissa Zukerman Michael Aloni Michael Ellenberg Michael Green Michael Rapino Michael Rappaport Michael Weber Michelle Williams Mike Medavoy Mila Kunis Mimi Leder Modi Wiczyk Molly Shannon Nancy Josephson Natasha Leggero

Neil Blair Neil Druckmann Nicola Peltz Nicole Avant Nina Jacobson Noa Kirel Noa Tishby Noah Oppenheim Noah Schnapp Noreena Hertz Odeya Rush Olivia Wilde Oran Zegman Orlando Bloom Pasha Kovalev Pattie LuPone Paul & Julie Rudd Paul Haas Paul Pflug Peter Traugott Polly Sampson Rachel Riley Rafi Marmor Ram Bergman Raphael Margulies Rebecca Angelo Rebecca Mall Regina Spektor Reinaldo Marcus Green Rich Statter Richard Jenkins Richard Kind Rick Hoffman Rick Rosen Rita Ora Rob Rinder Robert Newman Roger Birnbaum Roger Green Rosie O’Donnell Ross Duffer Ryan Feldman Sacha Baron Cohen Sam Levinson Sam Trammell Sara Foster Sarah Baker Sarah Bremner Sarah Cooper Sarah Paulson Sarah Treem Scott Braun Scott Braun Scott Neustadter Scott Tenley Sean Combs Seth Meyers Seth Oster Shannon Watts Shari Redstone Sharon Jackson Sharon Stone Shauna Perlman Shawn Levy Sheila Nevins Shira Haas Simon Sebag Montefiore Simon Tikhman Skylar Astin Stacey Snider Stephen Fry Steve Agee Steve Rifkind Sting & Trudie Styler Susanna Felleman Susie Arons Taika Waititi Thomas Kail Tiffany Haddish Todd Lieberman Todd Moscowitz Todd Waldman Tom Freston Tom Werner Tomer Capone Tracy Ann Oberman Trudie Styler Tyler James Williams Tyler Perry Vanessa Bayer Veronica Grazer Veronica Smiley Whitney Wolfe Herd

Will Ferrell Will Graham Yamanieka Saunders Yariv Milchan Ynon Kreiz Zack Snyder Zoe Saldana Zoey Deutch Zosia Mamet

[shotgunhoney]

Book Release: Negative Tilt: Stories by Bobby Mathews

Book Release: Negative Tilt by Bobby Mathews

Over the last two years we’ve had the pleasure to release Bobby Mathew’s debut, LIVING THE GIMMICK, and sophomore release, MAGIC CITY BLUES. Once again into the breach with NEGATIVE TILT: Stories, a collection that is more than crime, but full of heart, hope, and sorrow. What to Expect inside… An out-of-work journalist finds a second life ‘stealing cars’; A grad student finds out that theft is…

[cjvazquez9824]

Annabeth- Carmelo! What did you say to Bobby and Mathew?

Carmelo- *chuckles.* I told them that, they shouldn’t be scared of what’s in their closet but what’s in the shadows.* laughs.*

Annabeth-* tries not to laugh.* that’s evil.* thinks.* but hilarious.

[skeetzupdates]

More photos of Bobby in Sydney!

📸 @/mathewjames.jpg via:

[kwebtv]

The Crow: Stairway to Heaven - Syndication - September 25, 1998 - May 22, 1999

Dark Fantasy (22 episodes)

Running Time: 60 minutes

Cast:

Mark Dacascos as Eric Draven/The Crow

Marc Gomes as Daryl Albrecht

Sabine Karsenti as Shelly Webster

Katie Stuart as Sarah Mohr

Recurring:

Lynda Boyd as Darla Mohr

Jon Cuthbert as David Vincennes

Christina Cox as Jessica Capshaw

John Pyper-Ferguson as Jason "Top Dollar" Danko

John Tench as "T-Bird"

Julie Dreyfus as India Reyes

Gaetana Korbin as Shea Marino

Suleka Mathew as Cordelia Warren

Ty Olsson as George "Funboy" Jamieson

Darcy Laurie as Mark "Tin-Tin" Tremayne

Kadeem Hardison as Skull Cowboy

Bobbie Phillips as Hannah Foster/Talon

[lildashofheaven1]

“Love me Instead”

Jamie Campbell Bower x female y/n

Jamie confesses his love for y/n on the ‘happiest day of her life’

Todays the day, im marrying mathew.

We met while i was working on sweeney todd where i played Johanna. Recently im part of the stranger things season 4 cast where i get to work with one of my best friends, Jamie Campbell bower.

Its not secret that we have a past together, we dated during filming of Sweeney Todd then we broke up after two years. We’ve kept in touch as friends however I’ve always had a thing for him.

“Knock knockkk” i heard from the other side of my hotel room door, everyone invited to the wedding has been staying at the venue which is also a hotel.

I open the door to see my bridesmaids, Maya Hawke, Millie Bobby Brown, and two childhood friends called emma and grace, as the girls walked in i saw joseph quinn and joe keery also walk in with jamie trailing behind similar to how a toddler acts when not given a toy.

“You excited?” Millie beemed up at me, throughout filming season 4 we have all become so close and i see millie as a little sister at this point.

“Yeah mathews great, i cant wait” i smiled at her as i resumed getting my and make up done.

“Never heard more bullshit” jamie scoffed to which he was met with all of us to look at him.

“Im just gonna go” jamie mumbled and left the room, why is he being so pissy?!

“Ignore him y/n, we have no clue whats up with him” joseph said smiling at me.

For a second i pondered the idea of Jamie being jealous of me and mathew, sureley not right? We broke up two years ago.

After i had gotten ready my bridesmaids left to get ready for the wedding, before the others left i said

“Joseph, would mind if i had a word?” He smiled at me and nodded while everyone else left

“Whats up?” He smiled and sat on the bed.

“Weve known each other for a while right” i said to which he nodded

“And you know how my dad isnt here today?”

“Yeah”

“I was wondering, if you would walk me down the aisle?” I said nervously looking down at my hands

He stood up next to me and hugged me

“I would honoured to y/n, you ready for this?” He asked

“Yeah, i think, am i doing the right thing? I mean jamie always says that mathews gonna disappear as soon as he looses interest, and that hes using me and i.. i just” i cut myself off with a sigh.

“Y/n, dont let jamie decide for you, this is entirely your decision, you want me to tell you your beautiful then shove you down the aisle? Your beautiful now start walking or else, you want me to phone someone just to yell? Im your guy, you wanna freak out and call it off and run away? I have my car keys ready, this is a big decision y/n whatever you want to do, ill back you 100%” i smiled at me.

“Im ready” i said confidently and got ready to go to the ceremony

Meanwhile-Jamies pov

“ Im just gonna go” i muttered and left the room.

I walked along the hallyways until i saw my dad walking out of his room, seeing as me and y/n were so close, she grew close with my family.

“You okay son?” He asked me

I wasnt facing him,

“Jamie?..”

“I love her” i blurted out, tears in my eyes

Dad just sighed,knowing the pain

“Why didnt i let her love me? I kept my gaurd up and she never felt like i heard or saw her, if she could just give me another chance, i can show her that shes my biggest priority and that i will never put work before her ever again” i ranted as he put his hand on my shoulder.

“I love her dad, please tell me its not too late” i said as he hugged me.

“You love someone, you tell them, doesnt matter if you think its going to make things 100% worse and like itll make the world explode, you love them you tell them” dad said to me as i sat and thought about what i can do.

I caught a glimpse of my watch and said “shit it starts in 2 minutes” we near enough ran to the ceremony.

Me and my dad searched to find where mum and sam were sat, we sat down with them.

“Yalright mate?” Sam asked me as i sat next to him.

I just nod, im not letting this happen.

Y/ns pov

All of the bridesmaid and groomsmen had been down the aisle and now its me and joseph turns to me

“Your ready?” I nod back as he held hands and began to walk down the aisle.

As i walked in, everyone stood up and looked towards me as i walked down in my long white dress, it was the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen, lace and sweetheart neckline with sparkles dotted through the skirt. I walked calmly while smiling, i turned slightly and saw Jamie on the seat closest to the aisle, his eyes held so much pain and hurt, and almost longing.

I looked forward and saw mathew stood looking almost bored?

I looked at jamie one more time as i got to the altar, i tried to show him that i was happy but that man knew me like the back of his hand, he could see through my charade.

“Take care of her yeah? She means so much to so many of us” joseph said sternly at Matthew, i gave him a hug as he went to sit on front row.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“If anyone has any rightful excuse as to why y/n m/n l/n and Mathew Jean Robinson shouldnt me united in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your piece” as the preacher said this jamie stood up.

Everyone looked at him and he obviously had moved before his brain caught up.

“Sit down you bastard, were happy thats all that matters!” Mathew snapped at him, as he said this i smelt the alcohol on his breathe, i looked at jamie, unable to read him.

As jamie sat back down the preacher repeated himself. “Or for ever hold your pie-“.

“I love you, y/n”

Jamie stood again and was met with everyone staring at him and gasps where heard

“I love you, i love everything about you

Even the things i dont necesarily like, i love

And i want you to be with me” his eyes watered and his voice broke slightly

“I love you since the day i met you and i will love you for for ever more”

“I love you for all the reasons that you dont love yourself. When i think of you marrying him, it breaks my heart. Lifes too short not to say that you are with the person you love”

“ i promise you, i swear to you, my love for you will never falter”

“I love you and i think that you love me?” He added

Everyone started looking at me.

I looked down but looked back up at him when he said

“Do you? Do you love me?” He said looking me in the eye, tears began falling on both of our sides.

I felt an unsteady hand shove me aside as mathew walks towards jamie saying

“Your that selfish you cant let people be in love, me and y/n are meant to be so why dont you take yourself and g-“

“ I love you Jamie!!” I yelled over mathews arguing.

Mathew swayed about next to jamie, how had no one noticed how drunk he was?!

“I love you! I love you!” I said again to jamie as he ran towards me and picked me up.

After i was in his arms he span us around while kissing.

“You bitch!! I was that close! Just marry you, divorce and i would be minted!!” Mathew yelled having an actual tantrum. Joseph looked disgusted as he and Joe Keery went to Mathew and dragged him out of the ceremony, they were later followed by Mathews family and friends.

I looked up to see Jamie’s piercing blue eyes full of love.

“Ive loved you since we were 17” i whispered to him.

“And i will love you forever more” he whispered back to me.

We kissed at the altar and Jamies dad and brother stood up cheering first.

“Shall we?” Jamie asked, nodding to the door at the back of the room.

“We shall” i smiled at him as he held his hand out for me.

We both ran out the ceremony laughing and smiling.

I texted the wedding group chat saying the after part was still on, i was getting into my second outfit, a shorter one meant for the party.

I was stood looking in the mirror when Jamie came behind me, still in his white shirt and black trousers with his black tie from earlier, and wrapped his arms snaked around me and he smiled and whispered into my neck.

“Cant wait to plan out wedding my love, thank you so much for giving me another chance”.

I looked up and said “what convinced you to speak up”.

“You love someone, you tell them, doesnt matter if you think its going to make things 100% worse and like itll make the world explode, you love them you tell them”.

We walked hand in hand to the after party, ready to spend the rest of our loves together.