#TC in LA

[sdrose93]

I love these pictures of him so much 😍❤‍🔥

[petrovna-zamo]

Omg 😭

[tending-the-hearth]

god i'm thinking about how "the stolen chariot" takes place post-"titan's curse" and how that's a turning point for percy and clarisse's relationship, and how clarisse probably saw straight through percy's facade and saw exactly how he was treated during that time at camp and how sad and lonely he probably was because grover was tripping over himself around the hunters and chiron was so focused on thalia and annabeth was gone

and that leads me into thinking about the head counselors again and how maybe, in their own ways, they gave percy little things to show their support. moments of help, little gifts.

silena sitting in the pegasus stables with percy, holding onto his arm and being a big sister presence to him. not talking, just being there for him, giving him some semblence of stability

beckendorf dragging percy off to test new weapons he made in the arena, turning it into a game that had a smile spreading over percy's face for the first time in days

travis and connor sneaking coke and candy into camp for their honorary brother, leaving it in the poseidon cabin with little cards that had the corniest jokes written on them

clarisse spars with percy more, pulling him to the arena when she sees the stormy look in his eyes, when he can't think about anything else but how frustrated he is

lee pulls percy into the medical tent to test his healing abilities with water, because it's been an obsession for the apollo cabin since percy arrived, and he can't help but make percy laugh with his eagerness

castor and pollux convince their father to let up on percy, just a little bit, to let him have a looser curfew, letting him sit out by the lake for as long as he needs, sometimes sitting with him in the quiet

katie leaving little plants in the poseidon cabin, little succulents and flowers that are easy to care for, something small that makes percy's eyes light up every time he gets a new one, and he lines the windows of the cabin with them

malcolm, bless him, is so aware of his sister and percy's crushes on each other, and takes it upon himself to make sure that his sister's best friend doesn't waste away, and he's the one who makes sure percy eats and sleeps and stays healthy.

and clarisse will deny it until the day she dies, but percy knows that she's the one setting everything up. it was her suggestion, though the other counselors know they'll get fried if they say anything.

and he doesn't say anything, not until after "the stolen chariot", when he and clarisse are sitting down for a burger, and he brings it up quietly. and clarisse just huffs and rolls her eyes, and percy's heart warms so much at the fact that, despite the winter being the worst one of his life, he was surrounded by people who loved him and supported him.

(annabeth definitely gives hugs to all the head counselors when malcolm tells her, because they kept her seaweed brain going)

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👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 ― a memory involving a family member.

Sent last weekend for Sonic Sunday, so these will be from his POV!

There's a brief scene with a mild descriptor of child abuse, so you don't have to read if you don't want to!

— ;; RAUCOUS MELODIES CLIMB THROUGH VAST hallways and chambers, reaching the unwitting ears of any hired help that happens to be wandering the grounds that morning. Some simply shake their heads or chuckle, maybe even hum along, but for a choral few, the homemade music comes off as nothing but earsplitting recalcitrance.

❝Can't find my way around,when the sun comes up, I'm down!❞

❝Hey!❞ ❝Hey!❞ ❝I feel fine!❞

— ;; GLOVED, SLENDER FINGERS BELONGING TO his triplet sister caress the ivory of her keyboard, following in tandem with his own digits that strum spindly cords of his guitar, both keeping in tune with their trizygotic brother's drumming.

Cobalt quills sway alongside a bobbing head, chartreuse eyes gleaming with excitement when gazing upon their mutual harmony. In spite of their innumerable outtakes from the last few days, the song they'd written seems to finally be coming together.

❝Hey!❞ ❝Hey!❞ ❝I feel fine!❞

— ;; INTERLUDING INSTRUMENTALS DISUNITE AT SLAMMING doors, coming to an unceremonious, grating halt, followed by brisk footsteps clicking towards them. Lady Windermere, the head maid of the castle. Judging by the irascible expression plastered on her face, she's not happy.

❝Eloise Matilda! Augustus Magnus! Ogilvie Maurice! Why aren't you doing what I told you to do?! Stop doing that! Just stop it! How many times do I have to remind you how unbecoming it is to be playing with those toys?!❞ Tirade reaching a boiling point rather swiftly, Lady Windermere stomps over, making a show of confiscating their instruments. ❝The royal triplets couldn't set a worse example for our kingdom if they tried! Slovenly, contumacious brats, all of you!❞

— ;; GLANCING BETWIXT ONE ANOTHER RATHER anxiously, hot tears of ignominy bead at Eloise's eyes whilst Augustus attempts to sputter out an apology, but fails. Eldest by a good 7 minutes and 13 seconds exactly, Ogilvie is the one to speak up, stepping in front of his siblings.

❝C'mon, Lady Windermere! Can'tcha just chill out for once?! We weren't doing anything! We were just...❞ Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he shakes his head, allowing his emotional outburst to fly free. ❝Having a nice time! We never get to when you're around 'cause you're such a... such a bitch sometimes!❞

— ;; PROMPT GASPS FROM EACH PERSON in the room chorus in unison, including Ogilvie himself, who slaps his hands over his mouth. Normally, he'd never stoop to saying anything of the sort. But times have given him nothing but detestation for this life, for the people in it who frenetically control him, winding 'round his world with their puppet strings. Music with his siblings has been the only escapism from it all, and now they're losing that too?

Nothing around here is fair.

Raising an arm and launching down, knuckles collide suddenly with Ogilvie's face in a backhanded slap, sending him spiraling across the room against his sister's colossal wardrobe. The impact dizzies his senses, stars flittering amongst his peripheral and his head spinning with a lucid loss of senses that temporarily dull the rampant ache pounding against the back of his head.

❝Ogilvie!❞ Both his siblings call out, rushing to his aid immediately.

❝Well! If that's how you three wish to act, you can just stay in here until you learn how to speak properly and respectfully! Just you wait until Queen Aleena hears about this!❞ Huffing, storming out with the slam of the door, a subsequent click! from the other side is enough to tell them all they need to know. Another day, another cruel punishment.

Quick to rush after, Augustus pulls at the knob and kicks at the door, fruitlessly attempting to break the wooded barrier separating them from the world. ❝She locked us in again!❞

— ;; HELPING OGILVIE RECOVER INTO A seated position, Eloise sniffles, wrapping his arms around him. Shoulders dropping, Augustus strides back across the room, sitting down on his knees next to them.

❝Bro... you okay? Can you hear us?❞

❝Do you need a doctor?!❞

— ;; UTTERING A DEEP, PAINED GROAN through clenched teeth, he attempts to soothe his affliction, rubbing his palm against the spot between his eyes.

❝Fine... 'm fine. Did she hurt you guys?❞ Seeing both his siblings shake their heads, he relaxes somewhat. ❝Good. Guess I was askin' for it, though, heh... callin' her a bitch and stuff.❞

❝I still can't believe you did that!❞ Eloise exclaims incredulously, ❝do you think mother will believe her?!❞

❝Nahhh, no chance. Mom isn't around enough to know what happens as it is, she wouldn't believe one of us would say—❞ Pause, a dramatic gasp to enunciate, ❝—a swear word!❞

❝You sure gave her the what's for, Ogilvie,❞ Augustus comments, failing to hide his snickers, ❝I mean, did'ja see her face?!❞

❝She looked like Sleet at age 90 after sucking on a lemon,❞ Ogilvie answers, prompting his brother to burst into loud laughter.

❝Oh!❞ Eloise giggles through those tears of strenuous apprehension, cupping a hand over her mouth to hide her amusement, ❝you two, we shouldn't be...! Hehehe...!❞

— ;; PAINTING HIS FACE, THAT SMUG grin that his siblings love so much shows itself from ear-to-ear, and within seconds, all three of them are laughing uncontrollably, snuggled together to further whisper insults about their castle staff.

Although their stomachs ache and pang with hunger, and the dry-mouthed taste soon creeps in, they keep each other close. None of them had asked to be born into a life of opulence and affluence, but things might just turn out bearable so long as they knew they'd have each other like this. Now and forever.

Right?

[tepara3s]

cabalo

[thatcheeseycandle]

//I HAVE COMPLETED THE LITTLE COMIC (to those who saw the first post about this I deleted, I FORGOT TO ADD IN THE TEXT FOR ONE BIT-)

HI HELLO I PRESENT SOME CASTLE COURT SHENANIGANS AKA ULFSTEAD CASTLE ENGINES DOING ULFSTEAD CASTLE THINGS!!

(PSSTT THIS POST IS ALSO INSPIRED BY THIS POST BY @/thebunnylord !!)

[nonsaremodellestar]

Annalisa + LRDL con questo cazzo di arrangiamento stellare

ESIBIZIONE DELLA STRAMADONNA

Credo di essere incinta

[liyazaki]

sorry, Helen of Troy- Pakpai Pareena's the one with a face that could launch a thousand ships.

[sdrose93]

WOW!! This is beyond awesome! I love that Tom did this. He's so awesome!! 🥰❤🙌🏻

[pixlokita]

Me estoy dando cuenta que nunca hablo en español y me hace sentir más desconectada del mundo =w= hablar en inglés todo el tiempo deprime un poco xD pero si :’> así es la vida pues ✨(｡･･｡)

[green-socks]

friendly reminder that you can probably loan movies from the library

sincerely, someone who just found everything i've been looking for. and for free!!

[davetada]

Carisa

Los Angeles, CA

[coderiderr]

hmmm maybe finally time to get like. general url

[cmatain]

La Compañía Nacional de Teatro Clásico publica «Don Gil de las calzas verdes», de Tirso de Molina, en edición de Ignacio Arellano

La Compañía Nacional de Teatro Clásico (CNTC) / Teatro de la Comedia (INAEM) acaba de publicar la comedia Don Gil de las calzas verdes, de Tirso de Molina, en edición de Ignacio Arellano, pieza que forma parte del repertorio actual de la Joven Compañía. Tirso de Molina, Don Gil de las calzas verdes, Madrid, Compañía Nacional de Teatro Clásico / Teatro de la Comedia (INAEM), 2025, 178 pp. ISBN:…

[37wdc]

mexico city eprix and chargers vs texans being back to back on saturday night seems like a schedule created as my personal hell