power displays


Thousands of protesters march against Trump across the country

Protesters took to the streets Wednesday night across the U.S. to mount a rallying cry against Donald Trump’s imminent presidency. In New York City, thousands marched from Union Square to Trump Tower in Midtown. Chicago, Washington, D.C., Seattle and Boston also saw large protests. Video shows their emotional displays and powerful rallying cries.

  • Chiron: The Hunters win! For the fifty-sixth time in a row.
  • Thalia: Perseus Jackson! *storms toward him, flickering blue sparks* What in the name of the gods were you THINKING?
  • Percy: *balls fists* I got the flag, Thalia! *shakes flag in her face* I saw a chance and I took it!
  • Thalia: *yelling* I WAS AT THEIR BASE! But the flag was gone. If you hadn't butted in, we would've won.
  • Percy: You had too many on you!
  • Thalia: Oh, so it's my fault?
  • Percy: I didn't say that.
  • Thalia: Argh! *pushes him, sending a shock through him that blows him ten feet backwards into the river*
  • Thalia: *pales* Sorry! I didn't mean to—
  • Percy: *ears roaring, angrily erupts a wave from river and blasts Thalia in the face, dousing her head to toe*
  • Percy: Yeah. *growls* I didn't mean to, either.
  • Chiron: Enough!
  • Thalia: *holds out spear* You want some, Seaweed Brain?
  • Percy: Bring it on, Pinecone Face!
  • Percy: *raises riptide*
  • Thalia: *yells, a blast of lightning comes down from the sky, hits her spear like a lightning rod, and slams into Percy's chest*
  • Percy: *is thrown back, clothes burning*
  • Chiron: Thalia! That is enough!
  • Percy: *stands up and wills entire creek to rise, swirling in a massive icy funnel cloud*
  • Chiron: Percy!
  • Percy: *prepares to hurl wave at Thalia, but sees the oracle emerging from the woods and the wave crashes back into the creek*

I know I worship nature… but please do not mistake me for a “peace, love, and harmony” only pacifist type. Nature is not pacifist in the least. It’s gorgeous and soul-confirming, and will devour you whole if you are not careful. It’s wild and primal and will fill you with a sense of understanding, but it will also trick you to feed you to it’s roots if you step out of line. Remember this.

I am not a pacifist. I am a mother protecting her cub. If you fuck with me or mine I do not sit obediently fearing future retaliation, I will peel the skin from your face and tear out your flesh with my fists and consume it while you watch.

Sometimes the best defense is an overwhelming display of power. Fuck off.

Sterek Week Day Four:


Stiles grew up in the life of knowing that there was always more to life than what others saw with a first glance. Even as a child he saw things that no one else seemed to and always had a fascination with the unusual.
Some considered him an unusual child, but Claudia welcomed every single quirk her son displayed. His mother had a few special talents of her own and thrilled her to see it in her son as well. She’d raised Stiles to always keep his mind open and as grew and started to display his powers, she began to teach him how to use them. She even taught Stiles about werewolves at a young age, his infatuation with them growing once he had learned the truth about her closest friend. 

Stiles spent nearly every possible moment that he could roaming the Hale house, following after the middle child most of the time. Derek was three years older than Stiles, but the bond they developed with each other was something their mothers considered out of a story book. Like Derek, Stiles was sensitive to his emotions, but unlike Derek, Stiles didn’t need a scent to figure it out. He could feel it.

Read the fic here!

You know, if there were other kind of times, I would’ve posted a good bunch of Pantera MIDIs all over today.

As it turns out, Tumblr suddenly seems to hate the concept of MIDI files, as they can and will terminate your account (with zero chance to appeal whatsoever) if somebody is that much of a joyless cunt to send a DMCA takedown request over an audio recording of a MIDI. Shit, I don’t even want to reblog the Pantera MIDIs I’ve posted before.

In the meantime, please accept this image as a (very late) sign of tribute (and re-spect) to the 25th anniversary of the release of Vulgar Display of Power.


I’m going to be demanding that the earth, air, and water around us contain a cloud of death hundreds of miles wide. Let’s hope they don’t talk back.

Avengers Vol. 3 #70 by Geoff Johns & Olivier Coipel

I know I say all the time that these giant displays of power are empty without some deep, personal meaning behind them and that characterization should always be the primary concern, but… damn.