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[underworldystuff]

I want to know so badly, are we getting just a title card for the show? Is it going to be a Merlin-style 'I didn't want to be a half-blood' voice over? Brooklyn 99 showing the different characters?

I need answers!

[magicalmechanic]

When Adam finally moves in with Ronan, Ronan tries to be all romantic and has fresh flowers and makes the bed all nicely and he gets it in his head that what Adam really needs is the little chocolates on his pillow, but he can't find any, so when Adam finally flops down onto their shared bed, he turns his head and sees half a Snickers and 3/4 of a KitKat on the pillow next to him

[underworldystuff]

Look, some of you didn't want to be half-bloods, and it shows

[underworldystuff]

No but Grover got more character development and ‘screen’-time in ‘Tree on the Hill’ from TLT Musical than he got in the entirety of Heroes of Olympus

[underworldystuff]

Percy: how do I get my hair this windswept, they ask.

Percy: it's simple, you know.

Percy: I just stand on the beach and scream. The wind and sea do the rest.

Percy:

Percy:

Percy: I definitely don't use my water manipulation. No way.

[underworldystuff]

I have no idea if this has been done...

[underworldystuff]

The bad quality can’t hide the truth...

[underworldystuff]

#GivePercyABreak2k18 ft. Jazz and a cool record store

Percy wanders into the small record store one day during a rainstorm. He’s not sure how he had never seen it before, but there it is, tucked away off an alley and through a long corridor, a hand-painted sign labelling it ‘The Record Store’. It smells like the sea, but there’s also a lingering scent of pine. The hall is dark, but not too dark. When he makes it to the entry of the store, it’s like he’s in a whole other world, surrounded by soft jazz and warm light.

There’s a woman behind the counter, but she doesn’t even glance at him as he looks around the store in wonder. There’s a saxophone hanging from the ceiling, and a tree with record sleeves in its branches. At the back of the store sits a record player: it’s the source of the music. There’s a stack of records next to it, with a sign saying ‘Play Me’, so he does. Carefully.

He spends all afternoon there, acquainting himself with Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald, Artie Shaw and Benny Goodman, Glen Miller and Duke Ellington. He’s never felt more relaxed, and strangely enough, that doesn’t worry him.

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The next time he comes back, he’s filled to the brim with frustration and anxious energy. He didn’t even mean to go here: he had been planning on heading to the park and climbing a tree, but instead his feet brought him here. Calm washes over him like a spell. He’s still on edge, still not sure if this place is safe, but he goes in again anyway. He can feel that it’s not dangerous in here, but he’s not sure why.

There’s a table in the corner, and he pulls out a textbook to try and get some work done. Miraculously, he finishes it all, driven by the gentle notes drifting through the room. Tension melts out of his body as the music plays on and on, and when he finally gets up to leave, the woman behind the desk meets his eyes and gives him a smile.

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He keeps coming. It’s a safe place for him now, a place where his thoughts don’t rush and he can sit still and concentrate for more than a few minutes, where he’s safe from the monsters and the pressure of being son of Poseidon. Even though he knows he could start listening to jazz at home, it feels like sacrilege to take the specialness of the record store and shove it into his room. So it becomes a tradition.

He makes it to university, and has to leave the record store behind. When he visits it the night before he leaves, there’s a box with his name on it waiting by the door. In it are a selection of his favourite artists and an old, well-loved record player.

It’s a tearful night when he says goodbye to a shop he considers a home.

-

Eirene smiles as Percy Jackson leaves her shop, one more person she has helped shelter from the curse of demigods. He wasn’t the first, and he wasn’t the last, but he was the only one for whom the record store would manifest, a place of safety just for him.

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So this is basically me projecting my own experiences with jazz calming my ADHD. Also Eirene is the Greek goddess of peace.