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van der linde gang headcanons just because
- kieran sleepwalks. whoever’s keeping watch is also in charge of making sure he doesn’t die
- on many separate occasions, tilly, karen, and mary-beth have all called grimshaw “mom” by accident. while they’re dying inside, susan has a smile for the rest of the day
- sean and lenny have a secret club for young men. only jack is invited to their meetings. no one knows what they talk about
- sadie takes molly out into the woods sometimes and they just scream together
- john only knows the ‘rip van winkle’ story because jack read it to him once
- bill and javier pretend they hate each other in front of everyone else but they gossip when no one is looking
- hosea gave dutch that white and red checkered bandana as a gift
- charles is the only person arthur will show his journal to
- abigail has punched most of the gang members at some point for various reasons
- whenever josiah visits he tries to bring a trinket for jack
- everyone actually loves pearson’s cooking, they just hate to admit it because he makes a big deal out of it
- when dutch praises micah, micah turns around and sticks his tongue out at arthur whenever dutch isn’t looking
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H o l y f u u u u u u u c k
I saw Hecate’s design for Hades 2, saw it while I was in class- I…. Might’ve had a bi panic…. Like I fucking froze and went ‘damn that is (respectively) a really good looking person who isn’t a person’
plus I like the fact that Hecate is Melinoe’s mentor/parental figure
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started playing rdr2, despite knowing and seeing the cutscenes, I love it…. But
first mission, I had to do it twice, not cause I died…. BUT BECAUSE FUCKING MICAH DIED TWICE
I DONT GIVE NO DAMN IF MICAH FUCKING DIES THE BASTARD DESERVES IT
and why does Dutch act like he’s on his period, all indecisive and shit. Srs, you’re pathetic to good job. Make up your damn mind
#rdr2#red dead redemption two#red dead redemption#micah bell#dutch van der linde#arthur morgan#Rdr2 colter
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why did Hermes have the most chill childhood. This is including the fact that he stole Apollo’s cattle and created a lyre when he was barely even a day old… I’m pretty sure he had his Olympian status as an infant.
Maia, kept out of Hera’s sight and Hera didn’t really do anything to Hermes…
Athena literally popped out of thunder and lighting bitch’s head as a full grown adult
Hephaestus got chucked off mt. Olympus by Hera because he looked weird
Artemis helped Leto bring Apollo into lively hood and was then harassed by Python till it chilled the fuck out enough to be killed by Apollo
Five out of the six original gods/olympians (Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Poseidon, Hades) got swollowed by Kronos.. I guess Zeus had a chill childhood as well, but fuck him (not like that), nobody likes him
Dionysus was driven mad by Hera, birthed from Zeus’s thigh, and (not entirely sure if this is true but) was also chopped to pieces and eaten by Titans
Zagreus (this one I’m more sure about) was killed by titans sent by Hera because he was able to fuck around with the lighting bolts, and he was became titan food…
so all in all, besides Zeus, Hermes had one of the more chillest childhoods.
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Zeus is a shit parent, obviously. His brothers are better parents obviously.
Here’s the examples of the ones from blood of zeus (from the main 3 godly children that were on screen, srs the others got nothing)
Apollo - kept Zeus from getting caught by Hera, probably preventing the conflict from happening earlier, and yet no thank you or nothing, not shocking Zeus is a dick. Saved Hermes from probable death from a dangerous job and got tossed into the fucking ocean, a sun god, in water. Poseidon being the better brother, and brought him to Olympus…….. Zeus said and did nothing, probably still pissy at Hera for shanking him in the neck. Probably deals with Hera being pissy he and the others are Zeus’s bastard children
Hermes - literally delivers all of his messages and findings on top of delivering souls to Charon, again, no appreciation. Definitely deals with Hera calling him a bastard child. Agreed to spy on Hera, who probably knew that was gonna happen, and nearly got killed (probably murder attempt) by Ares for it (thank you Apollo). Immediately ran up to Olympus, after that (possible) murder attempt to save Zeus’s ass from getting killed by Hera, he definitely would’ve got stabbed again. And bc it’s Zeus, no appreciation.
Ares - the punching bag of Zeus, ‘oh Hera found smth out must be Ares, let me throw a lighting bolt at him and find out’. No you idiot, Hera found out by herself and was already aware. Always on his mothers side because 1) his old man can’t keep it in his pants and 2) (hc) he probably had to deal with the aftermath of finding out her husband is a cheating dick each time.
Now Hephaestus was barely on but he’s clearly under appreciated, that mf Zeus was destroying his robots left and fucking right as a lesson, on the other hand his owl robot (forgot the name) is so fucking cute.
This is just the examples from BOZ, I liked the show overall but making Hera the antag and a jealous bitch was a bad choice. You could’ve made her the villain because her husband, who’s also her brother, fucking assaulted her and she married him to hide that fact. Also the fact her husband can’t keep his shriveled dick in his fucking chiton. :) fuck you Zeus.
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lee: so YES i have back problems from the stress of constantly carrying this ENTIRE fucking houeshold, and by household, i mean CAMP.
michael: i just asked why you were so stiff
lee: YOU. YOU'RE why. YOU LIT CLARISSE ON F I R E
michael: in my defense SHE STARTED IT
clarisse, nodding: damn right i started it, and i can finish it too
will: uh, guys? i think he's getting a bit too re--
lee, passed out on the floor, immediate snoring:
michael: we should probably just--
clarisse:-- leave him?
will: i guess so
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The fucking hades sound track is.. just- yes
i especially love Orpheus’ lamment and both versions of Good Riddance, but that doesnt mean that the other songs dont slap (cause they due) its just the vocals of them… holy shit
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why did Hermes have the most chill childhood. This is including the fact that he stole Apollo’s cattle and created a lyre when he was barely even a day old… I’m pretty sure he had his Olympian status as an infant.
Maia, kept out of Hera’s sight and Hera didn’t really do anything to Hermes…
Athena literally popped out of thunder and lighting bitch’s head as a full grown adult
Hephaestus got chucked off mt. Olympus by Hera because he looked weird
Artemis helped Leto bring Apollo into lively hood and was then harassed by Python till it chilled the fuck out enough to be killed by Apollo
Five out of the six original gods/olympians (Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Poseidon, Hades) got swollowed by Kronos.. I guess Zeus had a chill childhood as well, but fuck him (not like that), nobody likes him
Dionysus was driven mad by Hera, birthed from Zeus’s thigh, and (not entirely sure if this is true but) was also chopped to pieces and eaten by Titans
Zagreus (this one I’m more sure about) was killed by titans sent by Hera because he was able to fuck around with the lighting bolts, and he was became titan food…
so all in all, besides Zeus, Hermes had one of the more chillest childhoods.
#greek mythology#greek gods#greek goddess#tagamemnon#hermes#hephaestus#apollo#artemis#dionysus#athena#zeus#kronos#cronos#hades#hestia#hera#demeter#poseidon#Leto#Maia
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part one
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Finding parking is, as expected, hard, largely in part because Michael wants to get them all killed.
“— yeah, that’s right, shitwad! Back off! We were here —”
“Will you please shut the fuck up,” Lee hisses, jamming the switch for Michael’s window. Unfortunately, Michael is sticking his fucking head out of it, so it won’t close.
“This fucking guy! This fucking guy thinks he can swoop up to our spot —”
“Motherfucker we’re in Wilmington, do you want to get fucking shot —”
“He can wait his godsdamn turn like everybody else! Hey, fucker —”
He succeeds, finally, in yanking his brother back in by the scruff of his neck and speeding away from the shitwad in question.
“I can’t believe you let him walk all over us!”
“If I end up with a bullet hole through my windshield, I am kicking your ass, Michael. I won’t need to worry about some trigger happy mortal taking you out. I’ll kill you.”
“Drama queen. Now we’re never gonna find a damn spot.”
They do, in fact, find a damn spot. Within forty-three seconds of Michael saying that, actually, Will points out not just a parking spot but a pull-through, which Lee takes, smirking. Michael aims a kick for his knee.
“Go help Will unbuckle, you bitter bitch. I gotta grab something.”
Ignoring both Michael’s grumbling and Will’s insistence that he can unbuckle himself, thank you very much, Lee jogs over to the trunk. He grabs his and Michael’s bows, just in case, and carefully grabs the bundle of roses he bought from the stand across from his apartment. The stems are a little crushed, but the flowers all seem fine, full and bright, sunny yellow. Even the paper is relatively uncrinkled, folding delicately around the thorny leaves.
Michael nods when he sees them. “Nice.”
“Thanks.” Lee tosses him his bow, slinging his own over his back. It flickers with his quiver under the Mist, settling eventually to look like a small backpack. “Got ‘em this morning.”
“Can I hold them?” Will asks.
“Sure, kiddo.”
He lays them gently in his arms, the same way Cass has taught him to bundle herbs and plants when they gather for poultices. Every step is suddenly much more deliberate, avoiding potholes and cracks in the pavement so he doesn’t trip and crush them under his body. When he nearly walks in front of a car, not paying attention, Michael plants a hand on his head, guiding him around like a claw machine.
“Okay,” Lee says, holding open the door. “Let’s find Diana.”
The lobby is crowded. There are people everywhere — families, grandparents, and of course dozens of dancers, shining hair pieces glinting in the low lights, tutus and rhinestones peeking out of studio sweatsuits. Faces heavy with stage makeup bleed into each other. The building is abuzz with sound, chatter and laughter and shouting and twenty different songs playing at once. Lee can hardly believe they’re all fitting in the same building, and almost convinces himself it’s actually enchanted, smaller on the outside. He glances down when Will backs into him, flowers clutched tighter to his chest, and rests a firm hand on his shoulder. He hooks his finger around Michael’s hoodie, too, and for once he doesn’t complain.
“You see her?” he shouts over the noise. Or, well, Lee’s pretty sure that’s what he said. He shakes his head, anyway, and Michael scowls, standing uselessly on his tiptoes. Even if that didn’t put him just barely over most people’s shoulders, the throng of people is too thick to see much. People elbow and push each other around to meet up with family members, and groups of dancers do their best to practice their routines in what limited space is available. Lee has felt less claustrophobic in Times Square at Christmas.
In a stroke of brilliance, in his very humble opinion, he lets go of Will’s shoulder, puts both hands under his arms, and hauls him over his head, settling him on his shoulders.
“Keep an eye out,” he shouts.
Will grins, tugging on Lee’s hair with his free hand in confirmation.
One hand clamped over Will’s knees, the other still hooked on Michael’s hoodie, Lee starts to wade through the crowd. He can start to see, as he gets farther from the door, the entrance to the stage, the ticket stands, the coat check. Several banners hang temporarily from the ceiling and stick to doorways, welcoming them all to the Twenty-Sixth Annual Believe Dance Comp!, and a table laden with trophies sits proudly by the stage doors.
Sitting under one of the banners, Lee notices a group of girls of varying ages, all wearing the green and purple Stage Lights Dance Academy Cass sometimes wears. He guides them closer, scanning each stage makeup-ed face to try and find his sister, but stops short before he gets too close.
Two girls, sitting at the head of the group, mime twisting their hair, exaggeratedly anxious looks on their faces. The rest of the girls roar with laughter.
Lee feels something heavy settle in his stomach.
“You think anyone will come for her?” a younger girl asks, hushed so that Lee can barely hear her over the crowd.
One of the older girls snorts. “Are you kidding? The only way her mom will come is if there’s an open bar!”
Lee is reminded of the one and only time he’d fought a group of empousai. There’d been a trio of them a Central Park, on a field trip he’d gone on with his ninth grade class, surrounding one of the oak dryads. They’d crooned at her, tugging on her leafy hair and trailing clawed fingers down her handmade dress, calling out backhanded compliments. But Lee’s skin felt like it was crawling, he remembers, and the dryad had been tense, green tears building in her eyes. Every bleat of their laughter had grated his ears, and he’d snapped, eventually, ripping off his bow and picking them off one by one. The third one had seen him, chasing him away from his group, but he’d been so mad that he wasn’t even scared. The dryad hadn’t done anything. They got nothing from poking at her. They’d just done it to be cruel, because it was fun for them.
“I don’t even know why she has the gall to show up. She missed the final practice.”
“Miss Breanna likes her, that’s why,” one of the girls scoffs. “Of course she can skiff off practice and still compete. She thinks she’s so much better than us.”
Michael shifts forward. Lee throws out an arm to stop him, shooting him a warning look.
“You think anyone’ll take your side?” he murmurs.
“They’re talking about —!”
“I know, Michael.”
“They can’t talk about her like that!”
“I know, Michael.” He forces his jaw to unclench. “I know.”
“Yeah, well, favourite or not,” another dancer says wickedly, “her seats will be empty again. And she’ll walk out empty-handed and alone, like she always does.”
Most of the adults milling about the lobby hold flowers, like they do. Except unlike them, their bouquets are large, unlike them the stems are not crushed, unlike them they are wrapped in ribbons, in embroidered banners. One is, even, shaped as a ballet slipper, and Lee notices the oldest girl in the group, the one who made the joke about Cass’s mother, eyeing it, smirking.
He pictures Cass holding it next to all the other girls from her studio. With their big, normal families, their wide smiles, their fancy cameras, their beautiful, expensive bouquets. Pictures the smirks that will be sent her way, the whispers. They can’t — gods, what was he thinking?
“What time is it?” he asks.
Michael glances at his watch. “Quarter to.”
“Hm.”
In her frantic IM, yesterday, Diana had ordered them to be here by noon. From what little he knows about dance competitions, Cass’s performance will be sometime after that, nestled among the many. When exactly, he doesn’t know.
If they leave now, wagering, they could miss it. And that would be the worst thing of them all. But…
“Will,” he says, suddenly getting an idea. “C’mere.”
He reaches up and sets Will back on the ground, clutching his hand as he weaves through the crowd, beelining for the far corner. He stops at a sign with a little stick person on it, gently taking the flowers from Will’s hold and passing them back to Michael.
“Listen to me carefully.” He crouches to Will’s level, meeting his eyes. “Diana is — somewhere, in there, getting Cass ready. Michael and I can’t go in there. We need you to go in and act really confused.”
“That will be very easy, because I am confused,” Will protests. “Why do I have to go in there? I don’t even really know why we’re here!”
“Just — go in,” Lee insists. “Trust me. If I give you more instructions, it’ll ruin it.”
Huffing, Will goes.
“Brilliant,” Michael mutters. “Lose the kid and Diana. Great plan, Lee.”
“Come on, does no one trust me?”
“No one knows what you’re doing, dude! You hang around Carter for five minutes and suddenly you think you’re Mr. Plan Guy —”
Lee flushes. “That is not what this is about!”
“I am not missing this! I swear Lee, if we’re late —”
“We’re not gonna be late!”
“Why is it that every boy on Earth is actually stupid,” hisses a new voice. The change room door busts open, damn near cracking under the heel of a heavy boot, and Diana comes striding out behind it, Will perched on her hip. Her short dark hair sticks out in every which way, shoulders tense as a line, mouth twisted in a scowl. Immediately, Lee and Michael snap their mouths shut.
“Hey,” Will complains, pouting.
She adjusts her hold on him, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Not you, sweetpea. Only Thing One and Thing Two, over here.” She glares at them. “Why did I find him wandering around in the change room? I told you to wait for me in the lobby! I swear you two want to — ruin this!”
“Hey,” Lee says, flinching back. “You know we don’t, Diana. That’s not fair.”
She scrubs a hand down her face, sighing. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. It’s just —” She presses another kiss to Will’s cheek and sets him down, leaning on the doorframe. “It’s been a rough morning. She keeps trying to call her mom, and — well.”
Lee hates that those girls were right. He hates it. He hates that they’ve been right before, that Cass has walked off the stage, face blank, alone. Hearing their giggling, probably. Twisting her hair around her fingers as she tries to hold it together.
His jaw tightens.
Not this fucking time.
“What time is Cass on?” he asks
“…Her solo at one-thirty,” Diana says. “But —”
“Great.” Lee grabs each brother’s shoulder, pulling them back. “We won’t be late, Diana, I promise.”
“Wait! Lee — dude, what are you —”
“We’ll meet you inside! Save us seats!”
“Lee! Get back here!”
“Seats!” Lee calls, glancing back. He makes a vague gesture in return to her incredulous, spread-wide hands, trying to convey the Situation. “We won’t be late! Promise!”
“I’ll kill you if you are!” she relents. “Be fucking back on time!”
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In hindsight, it would have been smarter to take the car.
For whatever reason, both Lee and Michael assumed there would be a flower stand just outside the theatre. Neither of them had seen one on the way in, but it made sense. If Lee had a flower business, he’d probably put it next to a theatre. Where else would you put it?
Regardless, there isn’t anything close across the street, or even on the whole block. Will sits on his shoulders again, because it’s easier than trying to guide him, and every so often he glances at the watch Beckendorf made him, calling out the time.
“Will,” Lee begs, veering around a street corner, “you are not helping.”
“I am so!” He checks his watch again. “Twenty-seven minutes ‘til Cass starts. That’s why we’re here, right? To watch Cass dance?”
“So long as we make it in time,” Michael stresses. “Shit, Lee, maybe we should just head back. The flowers we have are fine —”
“Cass deserves more than fine.”
Michael snaps his mouth shut. “I know that.”
Lee slumps. “I — know you know. Sorry.”
Their steps fall in synch, footsteps making level prints in the light dusting of snow. On occasion a passing car drowns them out, but for the most part the only sound is their breathing, and Will picking at his nails. The shifting of their jackets.
“You’ll never undo it, Lee.” The road cross button makes a heavy click noise under Michael’s fist. The countdown for the walking man is loud, four, three, two, one. Three of the little lights are broken, making it look like its chest is cracked open. “There’s some shit you just can’t fix.”
“I’m not trying to — fix her,” he argues weakly. “I’m just…”
He can’t push away the horrible ache in his chest. The rapidly expanding feeling, the sinking chasm of expecting and hoping and being disappointed. Of looking out into the crowd to find a familiar face and not finding one. Of hearing giggles as you walk past and clenching your teeth, knowing. It balloons, pushing out on his ribcage, forcing its way up his throat.
Michael stops, arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed. Lee stares at a spot at the air above his shoulder, swallowing roughly, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood.
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are, Lee. You think competing with those assholes is gonna — go back? Gonna magically bring her fucking — hell, bring Dad?”
Lee looks away. “Of course not.”
“We’re going to be there. That’s what matters, isn’t it? That’s what’s really important.”
“Oh, to hell with high horses, Michael. I’m fucking tired of — of pretending it’s okay!” He starts forward again, ignoring the twinge of pain in his skull when Will grips his hair, yelping at the sudden surge forward. Michael jogs to keep up. “It’s — fight these monsters, train these kids, lead your cabin. Ignore the fact that your dad couldn’t be assed to visit a few times a year, he’s an Olympian, after all, you understand. Well, I’m tired of it! I’m tired of —” he trips over a crack in the sidewalk, barely catching himself — “I’m tired of being so damn understanding!”
For a moment Michael says nothing. Lee’s breathing is heavy, shakey, and it takes effort to still the tremble in his hands.
“The girl,” Michael says eventually. “The prissy one, who sat closer to the door.”
“…What about her?”
“I just.” He chews at his bottom lip. “I’m not saying I disagree with you, dude, but you have issues, dude, and shit you need to work out. For real. Besides just —” he gestures broadly at the mostly empty street — “ranting into the air.” Slowly, a smirk spreads across his face. “It would be really, really funny to see her face if Cass walks out with a bouquet three times the size of hers, wouldn’t it.”
Lee matches his grin. “It would be.”
“Betcha she’d seethe.”
“Probably turn purple.”
They turn to each other, finally back in synch.
“Nineteen minutes,” Will pipes up.
Lee startles. He checks his own watch. “Oh, shit. Let’s go.”
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part three
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I just finished sorting my sticky notes/mini note pad papers that contain art and comic ideas…. IT TOOK ME 2-3 FUCKING HOURS…. HOW
little tiny pieces of papers contain characters from Pjo, One piece, Star Wars, mortal kombat and many different fandoms…. And it took me 2-3 fucking hours to sort, just from the amount of tiny stupid papers I have….
I need sleep
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HC that Lee died protecting Will. A monster almost hit Will (who was a combat medic at the time), but Lee stepped up and took the hit, shielding Will with his body. Will lost consciousness.
When he came back to his senses, there was a dead body of his brother on top of him. Michael and Charles were the ones to find him, clutching his dead brother and trying to heal him, even if he knew it was pointless.
They had to knock him out, because he wouldn't stop screaming and kicking them when they tried to take the body away. Michael was dying inside and he completely understood his little brother, but he had to keep a straight face (as straight as possible) because now he's the eldest sibling. He ended up carrying unconscious Will on his back, and Charles ended up carrying unmoving body of the ex-head counselor of the Apollo cabin.
Clarisse, who was waiting for missing Apollo children to return and give them hell for making her worry, stopped in her tracks after seeing Michael and Will with tear streaks on his face. A minute later Charles appeared, carrying a body in a golden shroud with no decorations.
Silena watched in horror and grief as Charles and Clarisse put the body outside.
A year later, the cabin would lose thirteen more of its members, and have to witness the eldest sibling put on his armor to fight the Titan Lord. And his small brother and sister will have to stay behind and pray that he will be alright and come back to them, and break the unspoken curse of inevitable death of their every other eldest sibling.
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wouldn’t it be funny if convo’s between a Demi god and a immortal multi piece time titan (whatever) went like this
random ass person: hi, what can I get for you
Kronos, within Luke’s mind: the souls of the innocent
Luke: a bagel
Kronos: NOOOOO
Luke: two bagels….. oh and a coffee
#pjo series#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#greek mythology#luke castellan#kronos#titan army#cronos#fuck spelling
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Ok but,,,
Charon: non verbal autistic
Thanatos: shit at emotions autistic
Hypnos: shit at social cues autistic
The holy autistic brothers trinity
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I need to actually do digital shit 😑😑😑
#greek mythology#ride the cyclone#rtc musical#rtc#thats not my neighbor#I caved…..#hermes#diomedes#thanatos#medusa#Poorly drawn though#hades game#zagreus#cassandra of troy#ares#greek gods#greek goddess#athena#odysseus#theyre tiny#but they’re there#noel gruber#mischa bachinski#noel rtc#mischa rtc#jane doe rtc#jane doe ride the cyclone#nischa#milkman#tagamemnon
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Holy shit
Listening to ready as I’ll ever be from tangled the series
and my only thought is ‘holy fuck, this is a good song for pjo’
Luke: ‘believe me Ik, I’ve dunked pretty low, but whatever I’ve done u’ve deserved’ … ‘some justice at last will be served’ … ‘I’ll stand up and fight cause I’m what’s right’ … ‘I’ll make them hear me’ etc etc
Percy: ‘Now it’s time to rise up or time to stand down’ … ‘prove they can trust me’ etc etc
Annabeth: ‘I’ll save my home and family
(besides the part where it goes ‘are you quite sure we can do this’ ‘together we can will guarantee’ as Paul and sally would be.. *chefs kiss*)
fuuuuuuuuuuuuck I was trying to go to sleep, but now I wanna animate it
damn u Spotify
#greek mythology#pjo series#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#luke castellan#annabeth chase#sally jackson#paul blofis#tangled the series#That last tag doesn’t really go with- but I mentioned the song and fuck it#Damn u smart shuffle and broadway songs
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*apollo cabin in chaos*
Lee: be forced to be the counselor of the second largest cabin at a demi god camp, it’s definitely not fun but your gonna have to do it anyway-
Michael: hey Lee… what if I said that Will is stuck in the rafters, and Kayla is planning on blowing something up with the Stolls-
Lee: THAT’S IT! Next person to do something stupid is going to be on chore duty for two weeks and have their blackmail, that I got from Luke and the Stolls, in front of everyone in this entire camp to see, and if you don’t believe me, I can just give you a tiny demonstration right now…. Now any questions or comments
*apollo cabin in silence*
Lee: good, now someone get Will down from the rafters, if you need me I’m going to be in the infirmary or the range
Michael: wait Lee, how did you get the Hermes cabin to give you blackmail
Lee: simple, for the Stolls, I threaten to tell Luke if I catch them doing anything I know he won’t approve of, the other blackmail, well, the Luke has to get his sources from somewhere
Michael: TRAITOR
epilogue:
Lee: did you know that Kayla was going to commit arson with the Stolls
Luke: commit arson, no, they wouldn’t be able to do that, but I know they were planning on remodeling the Ares cabin…. Again, I’m fine with that.
Lee: what do you mean ‘they wouldn’t be able to do that’
Luke: I already confiscated their ‘pyro supplies’, borrowed some supplies from the Hephaestus cabin to make a more.. fiery prank. It’s a welcome gift for tomorrow, when the Hunters come to visit, and a definite guarantee to give Zoe an aneurysm
Lee: you are worse than the Stolls… which makes this so much better, also how dare you not include me at getting back at the Hunters..
#pjo series#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo counselors#apollo cabin#hermes cabin#lee fletcher#michael yew#will solace#kayla knowles#travis stoll#conner stoll#stoll brothers#luke castellan#incorrect quotes#greek mythology#let them be happy#god dammit#I fucking love Lee fletcher despite the lack of scenes he have
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Yessss everyone just confused asf and Demeter staring at them like they’re idiots
Poseidon: what is this not so spherical, solid, weighted thing…. Hey take a look at this
Hades: get that thing outta my face
Hera: Poseidon stop being an idiot
Poseidon: but what if it’s another sibling of ours
Hestia: Poseidon, you don’t even know what infants look like, you’re the youngest
Demeter: what is all this commoti- why tf are you holding a rock
Poseidon: nvm ignore everything I just said
Hades: I make it a habit
how tf do u think Hera, Demeter, Hestia, Hades and Poseidon felt when a random fucking rock just appeared in the stomach…….
like their depressingly vibing in their fathers stomach and then here comes a fucking random ass rock…
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