#Mason and Chase

[fluffyllamas-23]

So, from that holiday prompt list if you're feeling like writing... how about something SO soft with 🦠 and 🍵 for Chase and Mason? Your choice on everything else, I'm not picky - I just love those two being sweet with each other so much!

omg thank you so much for this!! I hope you like it, it ended up being longer than I thought it would be, but here you go!

Mason loves his job. He really does. He loves his boss, he loves his coworkers, and he loves getting to interact with such a diverse number of customers on a daily basis. It fills his extroverted need for socialization, and he rarely has any complaints. 

And this isn’t a complaint per say, just that he’s tired of (and from, let’s be real) all the overtime he’s pulled the last month. He feels like he’s worked every day these last few weeks (he hasn’t, but that’s how it feels). As is typical for this time of year, a bunch of his coworkers have been out sick, and he’s been helping cover for them. It’s to be expected - they work in a hotel and are almost always interacting with tons of people who’ve just come off planes and have been traveling. 

Finally, though, after weeks, they’re back up and running at pretty much full capacity. Kaitlin, his boss, told him when he got to work that almost everyone was back, to which he promptly breathed a sigh of relief and then asked if he could have the next couple of days off. He’s so exhausted he can feel it in his bones, and all he wants to do is crawl into bed and sleep. 

She agrees and offers to send him home early, but he declines. He’s exhausted, and going home does sound nice, but he’s already here. Might as well just stick it out. 

The thought of having an actual couple of days off where he doesn’t have to do anything fills him with an excitement he hasn’t felt in ages. Maybe he and Chase can finally have a date night.  

He sends a text to Chase, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ‘So almost everyone is back, and Kaitlin gave me a couple of days off. Date night soon? 🥺🥺’

Chase responds instantly. ‘YES! 😄😄😄 I’ll grab reservations. Any preference for when and where?’

‘Maybe Tableau tomorrow night if we can get in??? We haven’t been there in a hot minute, I MISS it’

‘I am ON it. The kids are back from music, but i’ll make reservations when we all go to lunch! 🕺🕺🕺🕺’

Mason grins in amusement before he shoves his phone back in his pocket. He’s really looking forward to an official date night. They usually try to get out once every week or two, but with how busy Mason has been, he’s been too exhausted by the time he’s gotten home to want to go out anywhere. It wasn’t even just because of Mason - Chase has been busier with work than usual, too, and they were both in need of some quality time together. 

*

Mason wakes up the next morning feeling way more fatigued and sluggish than he’s felt in a long time. He figures it’s just from work, and he’ll just nap a bit today and be fine. 

He had woken up when Chase was getting ready for work, so he decided to go out into the kitchen and make them both some coffee and breakfast. He’s so tempted to go back to sleep, but he loves their mornings together. He loves having coffee and breakfast with Chase before the business of their days begin. He loves just getting to sit with him and talk before either of them have any obligations to fulfill. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” Chase asks softly when Mason yawns into his coffee again. He’s yawned so much in the ten minutes they’ve been sitting down that his eyes are watering. 

“Yeah,” Mason mumbles, rubbing his eyes. “Just sleepy.”

Chase furrows his eyebrows, concern welling in his chest. Mason seems off, and Chase really isn’t sure why. Sure, it could be that he’s worked so much overtime that he’s just exhausted, but he’s also worked more in the past and hasn’t seemed anywhere near this fatigued.

Chase tries to shake off his concern. Mason will tell him if something is wrong. 

He reaches forward to cup Mason’s cheek briefly before dropping his hand to grab Mason’s. “Honey, you should have stayed in bed and gone back to sleep. You didn’t need to get up and make me coffee and breakfast.”

“But I missed you,” Mason whines playfully, kissing the top of Chase’s hand. “And I'm fully planning on going back to bed once you leave.”

“Good,” Chase smiles. “On that note, I should probably head out.”

“Or you could call out and stay home and cuddle me all day. That would work, too.”

Chase walks around to Mason’s side of the table and leans down to kiss the top of his head, and then his forehead, cheek, and finally lips. “Look, I won’t argue that doing that sounds way more fun than spending the day wrangling fifteen nine year olds, but I should probably show up today.”

“I guess,” Mason sighs dramatically, peeking up at Chase with a grin.

Chase chuckles before kissing Mason’s cheek one last time. “I’m leaving. Get some sleep, I love you.”

“Love you too, have a good day at work.”

Almost as soon as Chase is out the door, Mason goes back up to bed, trying to shake off how weird he feels. There’s nothing specifically wrong, but his body feels so heavy. Sleep will probably help, he thinks to himself. 

He ends up sleeping the majority of the day. The only time he wakes up is to use the bathroom, or because he’s hungry or thirsty, and then he goes right back to sleep. 

By the time it’s time for date night, he’s so invigorated by the thought of spending intentional time with Chase that it overrides any exhaustion he’s felt all day.  

He can’t wait. 

*

Mason had been starving since Chase got home and all the way up until they actually got their food. All of a sudden, though, his appetite disappears completely, and he finds himself picking at the dish. 

He’s gone quiet, too, a really jarring switch from how chatty and vibrant he’d been a few minutes prior.  

Chase purses his lips and leans back in his chair, squinting at Mason, “you okay?”

“Yeah…just…not hungry, I guess,” Mason shrugs with a sigh, avoiding looking at Chase. It’s a shame, because it looks so good, but now the sight of it is just making him kind of nauseous. 

“Sweetheart, you’ve been talking about how hungry you are since i got hom. What happened?”

“Not sure…” Mason trails off, blinking heavily. 

At that moment, Mason’s face pales. Chase sits up straighter in his chair, leaning forward. 

“Mase…what’s going on?” He asks urgently. 

Mason feels awful all of a sudden. Once the excitement of the date had worn off, the fatigue had returned, but it really was the only thing that was wrong. 

Now, though, his head is throbbing and pulsating behind his eyes and in his temples. His throat feels really weird, too. Like he’s swallowing shards of glass, and it’s making him vaguely nauseous. He feels kind of woozy, too, in the most distressing way possible. 

“I don’t feel so good,” he whimpers, eyes dropping to his lap. “Can we go home? I’m sorry....”

“Of course,” Chase says gently, looking around to see if he can flag down their waitress. 

“I’m ruining the entire night,” he moans quietly, eyes pricking with tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. We can just stay if you want. It’s fine.”

“Mason,” Chase says gently, reaching across the table to cup his cheek. “You’re not ruining anything. You look like you feel awful, and you’re warm. We’re going home. I just need to pay the bill, and then we’ll go, yeah? Think you can hang on until then?”

Mason shrugs, slumping back in his chair as he rubs at his forehead.  Keeping up with the conversation suddenly feels like too much, and all he wants to do is to curl up in bed and have Chase stroke his hair. 

He can feel Chase’s eyes on him, staring at him so concerned, and if he were feeling better, he’d be feeling kind of uncomfortable right now. 

All he can focus on is how bad he feels. 

“Okay,” Chase says softly, standing up and reaching out for Mason to take his hand. “Let’s get you home.”

When they step outside, they’re hit with a gust of wind. Mason shivers and presses himself closer to Chase. Chase takes his jacket off and drapes it over Mason’s shoulders without a word before he wraps an arm around his waist. He hugs him close, kissing the top of his head. 

They walk to the car, Chase can feel Mason shivering despite the jacket. “Did you feel this bad all day or did it come out of nowhere?”

“I was just tired,” Mason mumbles. “Promise.”

“Okay,” Chase says, gnawing on his bottom lip anxiously.  

The drive home is really quiet, the silence is only punctuated by Mason clearing his throat with a wince. Chase keeps glancing at Mason out of the corner of his eye, trying to both keep an eye on him and the road as he drives. 

“I’m really sorry,” Mason says again when they pull into the driveway. He sounds so tired and sad that it tugs at Chase’s chest.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I ruined everything. I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry.”

“Mason,” Chase says firmly. “Look at me.”

“I’m sorry,” Mason whimpers, bringing his eyes to Chase’s.

Chase takes his face in his hands gently and kisses his forehead.  “You did not ruin anything. Please stop apologizing. You’re sick. You don’t feel well. This is not in your control, and I’m not mad at you. I just want you to feel better…our night was going to end watching movies and cuddling anyways, this is just quicker than we thought it would be. It’s fine, sweetheart. Now let’s go inside, you can change, I’ll get everything settled for you on the couch.”  

*

In the time it takes for Mason to get changed, Chase has thrown a couple of blankets into the dryer and then set up a blanket fort when they were done, started some hot chocolate, queued up Mason’s favorite comfort movie, and found him some meds. 

“Chase,” Mason says, looking at everything Chase had ready, tears welling in his eyes. “This is so nice.”

“I thought you might like it,” Chase says, walking up behind him.  He tugs Mason closer to him, wrapping him up in a hug. “You sound stuffy, sweetheart.”

“Ugh,” Mason sniffles, burying his face in Chase’s chest. “Yeah, it just kinda hit when I was getting changed.”

Chase rubs Mason’s back, “go lie down, I’ll go grab you a box of tissues.”

“You’re the best,” Mason mumbles, pulling away from Chase. 

With a sharp gasp, he angles his body away from Chase, stifling a stuffy-sounding trio of sneezes against his hoodie sleeve. He sniffles, which just sets off a couple of rough sounding coughs. 

“Bless you, honey.”

Mason sits down on the couch, sniffling as he gets comfortable on the couch and waits for Chase to come back 

He feels awful, but with Chase being so sweet to him, there’s not much he can complain about. He still feels bad for messing up their date night, but they can at least have a nice rest of the night in, watching movies and snuggling until it’s time for bed. 

Things aren’t so bad, Mason thinks as Chase returns in a hoodie and a pair of joggers. Chase flops down next to him, handing him the tissues he’d grabbed, some meds, and hot chocolate.  

“Thank you,” Mason croaks, shifting so he’s nestled against Chase. 

He can feel the exhaustion pulling him back, but he manages to stay up for a little while longer. 

This night is not exactly how he wanted it to go, but he wouldn’t trade spending time with Chase for anything. 

Not for anything.

[tuttle-did-it]

You know, it's genuinely sad to me that aging favourite character actors no longer have any fun murder-mystery tv shows to guest-star as murders on.

[girltirl]

I love lesbians.

[owlch333]

Cabin Counselors (Version 2025!)

[devils-little-sistaaa]

In the last Olympian Percy’s says there were 40 demigods that went fighting into battle of manhattan and later on the ares cabin joined so they weren’t even counted in that 40.

And in the end of the book Percy’s says there were only about “20 odd” demigods that survived and made it back to camp.

Roughly half of the whole entire camp perished in battle of manhattan.

And I’ve done the math and figured out who all the veteran characters are. Most of these are all characters mentioned both before and after the battle of manhattan and some of them were introduced in HoO but said to have been at camp since the titan war. These are the only known true survivors of BoM and it adds up to about 20. This is all of them. None of them are unknown. Do with this what you will

All of the battle of manhattan veterans in order of their cabin numbers :

Percy Jackson

Katie Gardiner

Miranda Gardener

Clarrise La Rue

Sherman Yang

Ellis Wakefield

Annabeth Chase

Malcolm Pace

Will Solace

Austin Lake

Kayla Knowles

Jake Mason

Nyssa Barrera

Harley

Drew Tanaka

Lacy

Mitchel

Chris Rodriguez

Travis Stoll

Connor Stoll

Pollux

Nico di Angelo

Butch Walker

Holly Victor

Laurel Victor

Can you imagine them all going back to camp together in only of those Delphi strawberry busses when they came in four busses. All of them together in a tiny bus grieving their lost siblings together.

Percy Annabeth And Nico went on a wild goose chase after Rachel who had just highjacked Black Jack and that’s how they got back to camp they weren’t on the bus.

Malcolm was all alone and might have believed Annabeth died out there in the streets somewhere or in the Empire State Building. (He’s elated to find her alive at camp later. But god that was a scary couple of hours on the bus thinking he’s all alone now)

Malcolm sits with Butch and Pollux because they’re the only other campers on the bus without siblings. Butch just because he happens to be the only known iris kid at camp and Pollux because he lost Castor in battle of the labyrinth.

All the others sit with their siblings. Or what’s left of them. Entire large cabins that used to have 10-20 kids on average now reduced down to 1-3 kids. Some died. Some joined Luke and probably died soon after.

Edit : And since I’ve seen some Titan army hate in these comments for no reason here’s something else I should have said.

If they joined Luke but somehow survived they were probably wrongfully murdered by the gods for rebelling or brutally punished somehow like Alabaster Torrington. So many titan army kids perished too. Don’t forget them. They fought for a noble cause. They didn’t die for nothing. They were just kids with dreams of making things less shitty for everyone. They suffered just as much if not more than the camp halfblood kids all at the hands of the gods and the titans and even other demigods that were higher up on the Olympus hierarchy. Nico, Ethan, any kid who’s not a child of the big 12 were not treated as equals at camp back then just because of their parentage or lack of powers or unique or scary powers. A lot of titan army kids were from minor gods who suffered because of the big 12 and their children. Camp halfblood wasn’t so nice to them in fact pretty cruel and rude and mean just because of that stupid hierarchy. Of course they felt hurt and fell into Kronos’s trap of trying to make things better. Of course Luke being their counselor at camp cause Hermes takes in all the minor god kids saw all them suffering and tried his best to help. Of course Luke fell into Krnos’s trap as well. and I refuse to tolerate any hate or misunderstanding of them.

[kathrynhahnonline]

Kathryn Hahn behind the scenes of ‘THE STUDIO’

[westviews-nosiest]

Sorry, I had to 👯

[marril96]

The Studio 1.01 | The Promotion

[pjo-on-twitter]

I wanted to put this on TikTok, but it’s getting banned in a couple of weeks and then I remembered this blog.

(Underneath the Connor comment)

[holyblanchett]

Tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. The entire cast deserves an Emmy at this point.

[fluffyllamas-23]

can you write a fic where mason gets really really sick and for some reason they can’t leave their house so chase gets really stressed and is so worried while mason is just out of it

This got way longer than I expected, but thank you so much for this, anon! I love these boys so much, they're such faves

“Geez,” Chase says, pausing the movie he and Mason are watching. He gets out from under the blanket they’re sharing and walks to the window to look out of it. The snow was coming down in a flurry, and Chase couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. “It’s snowing so hard, I love it.”

It’s Sunday, and he and Mason had both woken up absolutely exhausted, so they decided to just have a really slow, quiet day in, on the couch, watching movies and napping. Chase had perked right up with some caffeine.  Mason, on the other hand…he was dragging with a weariness he felt in his bones. The kind of fatigue that was suspicious enough to have Mason wondering if maybe he was coming down with something. 

He’s not sure where he would have picked it up, though. Chase hadn’t been sick, none of the friends or family he’s seen as of late had been sick, no one at work had been sick and neither had any of the guests he’s helped (that he recalls, at least). It’s a mystery - one that Mason doesn’t care all that much about solving. He’s too tired. 

“Yeah,” Mason yawns, propping himself up on an elbow. “Snow is nice and all, but you know what else is? Cuddling. Come back to the couch, you’re warm, and I want you.”

Chase turns away from the window to look at Mason. “See, now I feel like you’re just using me for my body,” he teases.

“Hell yeah, I am. Get over here and be my own personal heater, I’m cold.”

“Do you want a nap?” Chase asks, joining Mason back on the couch. “You look exhausted.”

“I am,” Mason whines. “Can you die of sleepiness because I think I might die of sleepiness.”

“I mean if you don’t sleep for weeks, yeah, but that’s not the case here, so no.”

“Maybe I’ll be the first. Someone will write about my case in a medical journal. ‘Sleepiest man alive: dies.’”

“I mean you might make the news. Not sure about a medical journal,” he says. Mason flops over, resting his head in Chase’s lap.”You should try and nap.”

“I don’t want to nap.”

“Why not?”

“We’re watching a movie and you go back to work tomorrow. I want to spend time with you.”

“Babe, we can spend time together when you’ve woken up and you’re less exhausted.”

Mason makes a non-committal noise, curling up into a tighter ball and tugging the blankets up higher. Chase starts playing with his hair in that way that he does that’s almost guaranteed to lull Mason to sleep. 

He’s quiet for a few moments, and Chase almost thinks maybe he’s fallen asleep, but then there’s a VERY sleepy, “I know what you’re doing.”

Chase laughs lightly, “oh do you?”

“....Uh-huh….s’not gonna work,” Mason mumbles. “M’not tired.”

“Mase, you just said you were going to die because you’re so tired. Do you not remember the medical journal headline you proposed?”

“That was then, this is now,” he yawns. “Was a different man back then.”

“TWO minutes ago?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re ridiculous and I love you for that, but go to sleep, honey. I’ll be here when you wake up”

*

When Mason wakes, he’s not quite sure where he is or what century he’s in. All he knows is that his head is pounding. He pushes himself into a sitting position, gasping in pain as the pounding intensifies. He holds his head in his hands, grimacing at just how bad it hurts. 

“Mase?” Chase frowns from next to him, “you okay?”

“Headache,” Mason murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, that hurts.”

“Sorry, sweetheart…let me go grab you some meds, lay back down.”

Mason slumps back against the cushions, massaging his temples. Each throb feels like a jackhammer to his skull, and he’s not sure meds will really do much with how bad it is. 

He’s worried he’s past the point of no return. 

“Here,” Chase says, crouching down in front of Mason. He hands him a couple of pills and a glass of water, and then rests a hand on Mason’s knee.

“You’re the best,” Mason breathes.  He swallows the pills with a wince as it feels like they scrape against his throat.  

“What’s wrong?”

“My throat hurts,” He grimaces, “I might be dying.” 

Chase makes a sad whining noise at him, “shit, Mase…how do you feel other than the headache and sore throat?”

“Just…really weird.”

He’s not sure how else to describe it. He just feels…weird. He can feel the fatigue into his bones and muscles, making every movement feel like way more work than it actually is. His throat feels raw, which is making him nauseous, which is upsetting. He was hoping that maybe he was wrong and the exhaustion he was feeling was nothing that a nap couldn’t fix, but now he’s sure he’s getting sick. 

*

“D’you think you’ll have a snow day tomorrow?” Mason croaks, voice muffled by the blankets on their bed.  He sniffles, breath catching as he coughs into a fist.

Mason had steadily felt worse as the day progressed, and now it’s around seven, and they’re both in bed. Chase is sitting up, propped against some pillows as he does some work on his laptop. A show is playing on their TV, volume low, and Mason is curled up next to him, drifting in and out of sleep. He’d probably actually be asleep if not for all of the coughing and sneezing and sniffling that’s keeping him awake.  

“Yeah, I already got the text that it’s canceled,” he says, looking down at him.

A shiver runs down his spine and he groans, pressing himself closer to Chase.  “Oh…good.”

“Probably would have called out anyways,” Chase frowns, reaching down to feel Mason’s forehead. He retracts his hand quickly, frown deepening as he closes his laptop and sets it on the mattress next to him. He feels Mason’s cheek. “Shit…you’re burning up, Mason.”

He’d felt kind of warm a little while ago, but now his skin burns underneath Chase’s hand. Mason nuzzles into Chase’s hand, eyes sliding shut as he sighs. Fever would explain why he feels as awful as he does, so he supposes he’s not all that surprised, just disappointed. 

“I feel kind of shit,” Mason mumbles. 

Chase purses his lips. “Yeah…not surprised. I’m going to go find the thermometer, need anything while I’m up?

“Could you make me more tea?” Mason croaks. “Throat’s killing me.”

“I’m on it.”

When Chase comes back into the room with tea, the thermometer, and NyQuil, Mason is sprawled out on his stomach, arm hanging over the edge of the bed and cheek pressed against the mattress as he coughs weakly. He feels so aggressively awful all of a sudden, and he’s not entirely sure how to handle it. 

Chase gnaws on his bottom lip, worry tugging at the pit of his stomach as he tries to figure out what to do if Mason ends up needing the emergency room in the middle of the night. The roads are icy and slick, and Chase really doesn’t want to have to go anywhere unless absolutely necessary. 

“Baby, can you sit up?” He asks gently, sitting the tea down on Mason’s nightstand. 

“I’m really dizzy,” Mason croaks, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Chase sticks the thermometer in his ear, pressing his other hand to the back of Mason’s neck. When it beeps in, Chase looks at the number and gasps lightly. 102.7.

“I am SO sorry, honey, but I need to take your blankets. We need to get that fever down.”

“Nooooo,” Mason whines. 

“I know, I know,” Chase soothes, pulling back their thick comforter. “It sucks, and I’m sorry.”

He manages to get Mason to take the meds and goes into their bathroom to find a washcloth. It doesn’t take much rummaging through their linen cabinet before grabbing one. He pokes his head out of the bathroom to check on Mason, who’s still lying in the same position.  Chase hates this, he hates when Mason is sick because he’s just not himself. He just wants to fix everything. 

He runs the washcloth under cold water, and then wrings it out until no more water comes out. He’s trying to hurry, Mason’s temp being this high when medical care not being easily available is stressing Chase the hell out. And sure, even if it gets up to 103, he’s still not really in danger of his brain melting. But that doesn’t keep Chase from worrying. 

“

Much to Chase’s relief, the NyQuil brings the fever down to 101.5. Still not great, but Mason didn’t pass out and is able to sleep, so Chase is taking that as a win. 

When he wakes up the next morning, Mason is still fast asleep. He’s snoring softly, which he only ever does when he’s congested.  Chase resists the urge to feel for a fever - he’s looking remarkably less flushed than yesterday when his fever was so high, so he’s guessing whatever his fever is at is probably a more manageable level. 

He decides to put all of his nervous energy into cleaning downstairs and cooking Mason some food that might sound good when he wakes up. He’s really not much of a cook, that’s more Mason’s forte, but he has perfected a few comfort recipes that Mason loves over the years. 

He’s about three hours into cleaning and cooking when he hears their bedroom door open and close.  Chase stops what he’s doing and turns around just in time to see Mason appear in the doorway. 

He looks really disoriented and like he’s not with it at all. His hair is sticking up in every direction, and he blinks really heavily as he sways on his feet. 

“Good morning,” Chase says, crossing the room to get to Mason’s side. “How are you feeling? Any better?”

“Umb,” he croaks, wincing at just how bad his throat hurts. “Ndo. Worse, I thiggk.”

Everything just feels awful. His head is pounding, and every step that he took from the bedroom to where Chase is just reverberated in his skull. 

His throat hurts so bad, he’s not sure he wants to speak until it’s feeling better. It’s raw, and each swallow feels like someone’s shoving a hot poker down his throat. 

His sinuses are throbbing, and he keeps feeling an itch winding through them, but so far, rubbing his nose seems to do the trick and he’s able to ward off whatever impending sneezes are coming. It does, however, seem to make him even stuffier than he already is.  

He’s sore and achy, too. His muscles and joints hurt with every movement, and all he wants to do is go back to sleep. 

“Think you can make it to the couch? I have some food for you, you really need to eat something with the meds.”

“What mbeds?” Mason mumbles, sniffling as Chase guides him to the couch.

“The ones I'm about to give you.”

“Oh…right.”  He sniffles. “Heh…heh’gchxt! Hih’ixcht! Snff! Snff!”

“Bless you, sweetheart. I made some congee, do you want me to warm a bowl up for you before or after the meds?”

“After,” Mason sniffles.

“You got it. Want some tea, too? Your throat sounds like it really hurts.”

Mason nods, pulling the blanket that’s next to him over his lap.  He sniffles as he settles into the couch, pulling his knees to his chest and curls into himself. His eyelids droop, but he opens them when he feels Chase’s hand on his forehead.

“Your ha’d is cold,” Mason grumbles. 

“Sorry…I really wish it weren’t still snowing this hard. I’d really like to get you to a doctor soon.”

“I’mb finde. It’s just the flu or sombethi’gg.”

“We could have gotten you antivirals by now, though,” Chase frowns.

Mason shrugs. “It’s okay.”

Chase kisses the top of his head. “Alright. I’ll get you some meds and heat you up some food, and make some tea. Sound good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How about you pick a movie? Anything you want.”

“I mbight fall asleep.”

Chase smiles at him softly, cupping his cheek. “That’s fine. You should if you can.”

Mason is way ahead of him. As hard as he tries to stay awake, he’s exhausted and he can feel himself slipping back into unconsciousness. It’s fine, he tells himself, Chase can just wake him back up when he returns. 

And he does.

[anti-anticheese]

THE STUDIO The Promotion (1.10)

[apollocabinrep]

Austin: They only boil for 8 minutes

Kayla: I know it's gonna be undercooked

Kayla: Did you get this video from Tiktok?

Austin: Yeah

Kayla: So I know this food is gonna be undercooked for sure

Lee: Why are you in my kitchen?

Michael: Because I can..bitch

Ethan, about Luke: He's just giving me a bitch look

Lee: That's because he's a bitch

Alabaster: Dead ass look, he's spacing out

Kayla: Shut the fuck up, you ugly oompaloompa

Will: Language!

Kayla: I didn't say anything wrong?

Nico: Yeah you did

Kayla: Huh?

Will: You said, shut the f--k up

Kayla: Oops

Clarisse, hits Annabeth: Shut up

Annabeth: What'd I get hit for? Because I can read!?

Will: Are we good?

Cecil: Mentally? No.

Lou Ellen: Physically? No. Psychologically? Hades no.

Michael: Don't blame me! Your dad is the one that ran you over

Clarisse: And he'd do it again

Michael: He can't

Luke: You want me to run you over?

Yan: This cheese tastes better than it smells

Drew looking at Nyssa: Why are you wearing Halloween pants on Thanksgiving?

Jake knowing she's better off than him: Because she's poor

Connor: You know what I put on my Winter Solstice list? Bill money!

Nico: I thought you said bail money..

Connor: I MIGHT NEED THAT TOO 😭

Jerry: I was trying not to get your feet

Cecil: Oh yeah...not for free

[timelessbian]

Maya Mason x Quinn Hackett The Studio 1x09 Cinemacon

[fryingpan1234567]

some CHB headcanons

every cabin has LEDs around the inside, but there’s a constant battle over what color they are

Percy has his rippling back and forth from teal to blue and it looks like light dancing through water all over his walls and floor

the Apollo cabin can usually settle for orange and yellow as a common ground

the Aphrodite kids have a different color for each time of day and sleep with pink on the lowest brightness setting

the Hermes cabin has like ten different strips and they’re all constantly shifting

Demeter cabin’s shifts with the seasons

ANYWAYS MOVING AWAY FROM THE LEDS

they have movie nights, which I will talk about in a different post

before everybody goes back to school, the Aphrodite and Hecate cabins have a massive salon at the end of the summer with new haircuts and magic hair dye and outfit recommendations and fake but enchanted sturdy nails and a whole bunch of other stuff and basically it’s a week straight of spilling hot tea between everyone in camp

if someone asks where a camper got their hair done when they get back to school they just go “oh, um… summer camp.” and their friends will snort and be like bro isn’t summer camp the opposite of a makeover?? but they get no argument, just a shrug and a half smile

when I tell you pride month over there is a fucking riot

because Mr. D is in on it, right?? because he’s the god of gender?? and Chiron is aroace and has been raising dumbass gay heroes for literal centuries?? PLUS the sheer fucking amount of queer peeps up in there?? dude yeah

cabins competing for who shows the most pride

Demeter’s roof is covered in rainbow flowers

Hecate’s is enchanted to emit actual light in whatever flag colors of whoever uses the front door, even when they’re straight (it’s just a rainbow)

Percy collects a bunch of shed scales from the hippocampi at the bottom of the lake and then puts them all over his cabin

I could make a whole post about CHB pride but

every single Apollo kid is also a theater kid fight me

Rachel Elizabeth Dare painted a skateboard for Percy’s birthday and he brings it everywhere now, it even sits in his backpack at school

Leo, Annabeth, Percy, and Piper fucking love horror movies. Frank, Hazel, and Jason fucking hate them. They watch through their fingers, if at all

Piper loves the band Surfaces with all her heart, but she also is a die hard Green Day and P!ATD fan

Jake Mason is covered in burn scars up to his neck, just like Deadpool, just not bald lol

Hephaestus and Apollo kids faintly radiate warmth (like more so than a normal person)

the Stolls sometimes stay at camp year-round because their mom is off on international missions that are too high-risk for them to help with

the seven are AVID Smash Bros players

really everyone but

not as many people go to the Athena campers for help with homework as you might think, but whenever anyone does, they’re happy to help

the sun chariot blasts music at a frequency only the Apollo kids can hear, so their life kind of has a shitty soundtrack that consists of a mix of Broadway, Queen, modern stuff, and random bits of Beethoven every now and then

the Romans swear on few occasions

the Greeks know when to swear and when to be polite

the Valhalla peeps swear unbridled and all the time

the Egyptians never swear (in English)

for the longest time, Will Solace thinks the only gift from his dad is his healing prowess— which is obviously great, but he expresses being upset over the fact that he’s not very good at archery

well, considering this is the dumbass who didn’t bring a weapon to actual fucking Tartarus, Nico drags him to the weapon shack thing immediately afterwards and made him pick something out

he's immediately drawn to the Celestial Bronze shotgun.

Nico’s just like “what in the redneck shit did you just pick up” and Will jokingly aims it at his chest and grins and says “you know I’m from Texas, right?”

that’s how they find out Will is one of the damn best marksmen in Greek demigod history

some of the Disney nerds in the Apollo cabin sing What Once Was Mine to the little ones who need bandaids for knee scrapes and give them lollipops afterwards

Percy Jackson absolutely used to make poverty and struggle meal jokes all the time, but he got weird and concerned looks for it at CHB, so he kind of just stopped. But one day, aboard the Argo II, the PERFECT opportunity came up and he just HAD TO and as per usual— everyone else looked at him like he’s crazy— but Leo laughed so hard chocolate milk came out of his nose and that’s the story of how the two of them became Best Friends