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◘ | Familiarity wasn’t commonplace since the Recall. Everything was brand new. Brand new apartment, brand new workplace, brand new clientele, brand new air; Z was utterly sick of it. He liked his fair share of adventure, but the constant meeting and greeting of all these foreign concepts was too much. He hadn’t attended Camp Half-Blood nor did he have any real exposure to his heritage other than the dyslexia and the occasional muttering in Greek. He had his minor god parent and his isolation to thank for being uninteresting to opposing monsters.

◘ | There were gems that reminded him of home, though. He had come across a record store that smelled of vinyl and leather. There was also an amphitheatre that he promised himself he’d visit someday. As it stood for the present day, he settled for the park. He could use the peace and quiet without going into his stuffy new residence. A few minutes into his book, a voice caught his ear. His head jolted up, watching the performer carefully. The melody had caught his attention and he wanted to hear the rest.

Danny wasn’t always the best at remembering things, but lyrcis seemed to stick in his head. Even if he didn’t want them too. But there was something soothing about the melody for this song and his fingers knew the chords to play without his brain having to even second guess it. “In 77′ and 69′ revolution was in the air, I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t caaaare,” he hummed the line over again as he looked around him. The park was pretty quiet today, which was a bonus but Danny spotted a guy a little ways away watching him and gave him a nod and quick smile before lapsing into the second verse, it was always his favourite one to sing, “When pop-stars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss, and when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale. When my mom and dad were in their teens, and anarchy was still a dream, and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the maaaiil,”

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I would really love to dive into films and plays. I really miss being on stage. It was my first love and I really miss it. I would also love to do a few films. I have been exercising my craft in a TV setting for a couple years now and it has been a gift. I hope after Shadowhunters, I can continue to exercise my craft in as many ways as possible.

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ncahflanagans:

“With a face like that, I can see why.” Noah let out a quiet snort of laughter. It wasn’t like he couldn’t imagine someone having a grudge against someone who looked so miserable. “Maybe the guy was a rude fucker! Or maybe it’s based off someone who slept with the artist’s wife so he made the statue to embarrass him.” Noah paused for a second, shaking his head. “Yeah. Art was never really my thing.”

“Oooh yes, yes! He so looks the cheating type! They had an affair and the artist walked in on the them 20 minutes before he had to do this.” He gave a wide wave to the statue. Danny had to agree with his last statement. Art wasn’t really his thing either, which begged the question of why they were both in an art gallery. “Trying to broaden your hobbies by visiting here then?”

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pcppythcmpscn:

Poppy bowed her head at his words before she peeked back up at the male and laughed lightly. “And you just added yet another thing to my seemingly endless to-do list.” she grinned. Truthfully, she was kinda glad, she had wanted to master manipulating plant DNA for a while but had never had a real reason to put off time for it. Now she had a very good one: doing something nice for a friend. The brunette scrunched up her nose slightly and shook her head, not helping the smile that was pulling at the corners of her mouth. “If it helps you sleep at night… then sure. You’re the coolest of the cool.” 

“You seem like the type who likes to be busy,” Danny said with a shrug and a smile, but he leaned forward a little and said “But it’s no rush. I can wait for my glowing flowers till you’ve crossed some other things off first.” Drumming his fingers on the base of his guitar he grinned again, liking when people agreed about his coolness factor. He really was as a cool as ice, more people should realise that. “Thank you. I’m glad you can agree. You seem pretty cool too.”

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amongtheenchanted:

“Mr. Magic Boy can do whatever he wants; you know why? Cause I got magic, bitch!” Wally looked heavily proud of himself and cocked his head. “Eh, I’m kind of in the same boat. I came back too late to enroll back in school, so I gotta wait for the next semester - but I don’t know if I even wanna go back. That’s really good that you’re helping out at camp. All those kids are lucky to have you.” Wally looked at the guitar. “Is that the same one you had before I left?”

“Yeah? Well I’ve got a multipack of twix bars so ha!” Danny said the words before he could even second guess himself and burst out laughing. “What were you studying?” It seemed like something he probably should have known but everyone knew his memory wasn’t the best. He gave his guitar a gentle pat and a fond smile, “Yup! It’s even still got that scratch in it where I whacked it with my sword that one time.”

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Jonathan Carnahan appreciation post - Part 2 [Part 1]

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pvmpkinseeds:

Rose had expected a lot of things coming back from work - squeals from her apartment because Easter was being cute and Max couldn’t handle it, random walls  popping out of the floor because Danny couldn’t contain himself and even some friends in front of her door because both Rose and Max had hearts that were too big. But Danny with a cat in his arms wasn’t really on the list. “Is that a kitten? It looks tiny. I hope it’s not a stray!”

“Rose! Hey!” One hand still keeping a hold of the cat Danny used his other to wave at his friend with a wide grin. “Huh? Oh! Nope. He’s like, what are you?” he gave the cat a sideways glance, doing some (bad) quick math, “Five years old? Maybe. Give of take. He’s just always been small. Gus-Gus, say hi to Rose. She’s a friend.” 

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Wally pretends to be offended and rolls his eyes. “Harry Potter? You mean that collection of literature that ruins the name of us real witches? Please, I can run circles around those Weasley boys.” He sat down next to Danny, legs crossed. “Calm down, Danny, I don’t want you to soil yourself.” Wally gave him a look and huffed. “You’re good, Danny. How’ve you been man?”

“Don’t you be insulting the people of my home land Mr Magic Boy!” Danny tried for a serious look but it didn’t last long before he was grinning again. The image of a firework dragon busting through smoke was pretty spectacular in this head and for a split second he wondered if he could dream one up. He wrinkled his nose; he never exactly knew how to handle praise that didn’t come from him mum. “I’ve been good. Been helping out around camp a bit while I look for some more permanent work. Everything starts so early. How about you?”

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pcppythcmpscn:

Poppy nodded and grinned as she touched the grass in front of her and made a patch of daisies appear. “Of course! ThoughI might have to get back to you on plants that glow in the dark, it’s possible. But I’m I’m not the best at mutating DNA.” she said apologetically, picking the flowers as she spoke and beginning to braid them into a flower crown. “Well.. I suppose you could still wear the jacket, but maybe give the stick on studs to someone cooler than you?” she joked.

Danny hmed in response, just the fact that it was possible to make flowers glow in the dark was pretty amazing to him – anything that glowed in the dark that wasn’t meant to was pretty amazing. “I’ll put in order for one glow in the dark flower crown for when you master it then,” he grinned, watching her braid the stems together. “Outrageous! I’m the coolest of the cool! One a...a snowman is cooler than me!”

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pcppythcmpscn:

Even though there were few things Poppy hated more than schoolwork, she still worked diligently with it every day. Whenever she was tempted to just skip it (which was pretty much always) she just tried to remind herself why she was doing this. Not that that was a hard thing to do. Garbage everywhere, plastic and oil filling the oceans, the ice in antartica and the artic melting causing extinction of multiple species, increased occurences of extreme weather… She needed to do this. And as usual, she did her work outside, where she found it much easier to think than in a stuffy library. When she was pulled out of her train of thoughts by the very distracting guitar-playing, Poppy was more than ready to tell the culprit to take his playing elsewhere. But she couldn’t help but laugh at his lyrics, and her previous anger melted away just as quickly as it had arrived. The brunette shook her head slightly as she replied with a laugh “I can help you with the flowers, but I think maybe the punk-rocker part is a lost cause.” 

Danny paused in his playing to look over at the girl who had spoken and grinned at her, he had worn many different types of headgear in his life but somehow he’d never quite worn flowers. “Really? Oh man can you make them glow in the dark too?” he asked, still grinning. His grin turned to a pout at the rest of her sentence and he lay his guitar down in his lap, “But I bought a leather jacket specifically for that purpose! What am I meant to do with the stick on studs I got now?” 

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amongtheenchanted:

“Yeah,” Wally cocked an eyebrow. “I can do a laser show, make cool smoke effect. I could even try and make holograms!” He smiled and started to walk toward Danny, dropping his hands, causing the magic to fade away. “You’re so good, dude. I’m glad you’re still playing.”

“Oh, oh oh! Can you make a dragon? Like in Harry Potter? With the Weasley twins?” Danny couldn’t help but bounce up and down from where he was sat, one hand in the air like he was desperate for a teacher's attention. “Eh, I’m not that great, but thanks man. I try.”

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amongtheenchanted:

Hearing the sound of the great, great, yet not-so-late Daniel Atkins, Wally ran towards the siren’s voice. Okay, siren’s voice was a bit much, but Wally had not heard the boy sing in months! He stopped when he was a dozen feet away and just smiled. He wondered for a moment if Danny would like some spectacle to accompany the music. Moving his hands, Wally started to let his magic flow. Waves of changing light moved around him. Wally let the visual energy flow to the tempo of Danny’s voice and the guitar. It looked like Wally was painting in virtual reality. Soon the magic flower around Danny, who Wally hoped would get a kick out of the show.

At first all Danny noticed was colours floating towards him as he played but it wasn’t until he followed them to the source that he noticed Wally. Still playing, he gave the other boy a quick nod and a grin before launching into the second verse of the song followed by the chorus again, he let his fingers pick out some extra chords as the song came to an end, not entirely sure how it was actually meant to end. Danny was quite shocked he’d remembered so much of the song in the first place, “Hey man! How’s it going? Those were so cool effects, maybe I should hire you if I ever get back in a band.”

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ncahflanagans:

Noah was never into something like fine art, but it did prove to be a very welcome distraction from the world around him. The comments from the other man actually made him laugh. “Oh yeah, no wonder he looks grumpy as all hell. I don’t blame the guy! Why couldn’t the artist be kind to him? A little dignity maybe!”

“I bet the artist had some kinda grudge against him.” Danny tilted his head to the side in an attempt to better look at the statue. “Maybe he totally missed the toilet when visiting the artists house and the artist was not impressed.” He wasn’t sure where this conversation was going now.

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“Okay, look I know you hate me but oh man it’s good to see you again my little buddy! How’s it been? Had some good naps? Did you like the pillow I sent last Christmas?” Danny paused, looking down at the cat expectantly, though for what he wasn’t sure. Gus, his once estranged cat gave him a weak pat on the cheek with his paw in an attempt to be put down, but Danny wasn’t inside his apartment building yet and there was no way he was letting the cat loose in the city. He’d never see little Gus-Gus again otherwise. 

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cvtestinpink:

Creativity was an amazing thing: composition, planning, executing, all the different parts of thinking about something and making it a reality made Maxwell’s vision swim it was so mind-blowing. Especially for someone like him, who appreciated pretty things but had real trouble making any of his own. Nature, he thought as he made his way to the closest green area from his apartment complex, would give him answers. It would put his mind back in the game and he could finally write his ad and get his thoughts in order. Especially with someone actually creative right there. Sitting down by Danny’s side, Max just flashed him a smile, happy to listen if - hopefully - the other demigod was willing to continue with an audience.

He gave Max a nod as he sat down next to him, his fingers moving across the strings without much thought, “In 77′ and 69′ revolution was in the aii–ir. I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t caaarre...I don’t know the rest of the wooords.” Danny drew out the last word as his mind went blank on what came next, memorising songs was not one of his strong suits, but he gave Max a grin and lowered his guitar until his elbow could rest on the neck comfortably. “Hey man, how’s it going?”

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It had been a while since Danny had picked up his guitar mostly due to business, partly due to a lack of inspiration. But he had woken up this morning – okay it was 1:42 in the afternoon, details – with the sudden urge to strum a few notes on his old trusty acoustic. He had never been able to write music indoors, something all his teachers hated him for, so he found himself sat on a patch of grass with his legs crossed and a tatty notebook resting on his knee. Ignoring all his own writings Danny picked at the strings as he sang, “Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.”

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Art? Turns out Danny didn’t understand a single thing about it. He had been wandering around the gallery for half an hour and trying his hardest to find some deeper meaning to blocks of paint on canvas, but all he was getting was a headache from straining his eyes. As he stepped closer to the sculpture the stranger was pointing at Danny couldn’t help but nod in agreement. If this stature was of a real person, the sculpture couldn’t have liked them very much. “Imagine being constipated for like 10,000 years. Man that’s gotta suck. I can barely stand it for 10 minutes.”

Noah Flanagan never thought he would find himself in somewhere like an art gallery, but it was somewhere quiet that he could at least try to look at nice things. Finding the deeper meaning in weird old paintings and sculptures wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time by any means but it seemed like his only choice was to find new things to enjoy.

He was looking at one sculpture in particular when he could hear someone walking up behind him. A small smirk on his face, Noah let out a snort. “Is it me or does he look a little constipated,” he pointed to the sculpture in front of them.