#Baseball Monogram

[atelierjhoseok]

230308 ‘On The Street’ Dance Challenge

[aglionbyacademia]

the foxes doing the hear me out cake challenge and who/what I think they’d put on there

Neil: Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day

Dan: Mufasa (Lion King), Filmore!, the weather app, the red M&M, Weaver (Antz), Scully (Monsters Inc.), Diego (Ice Age), Manny (Ice Age), the purple M&M, Mr. Clean, Bob Duncan (Good Luck, Charlie), Jimmy Neutron’s mom, Kevin Day

Andrew: Wymack (pissing Kevin and Dan off but the rest of the team agrees with him), Neil Josten, Ghostface, Chucky, Rumpelstiltskin (Shrek), the sound of glass breaking, a baseball bat, Wymack a second time, Gerard Way, Ben&Jerry’s peanut butter & cookies specifically, Kevin Day

Aaron: Jessica Rabbit, Lola (Sharktale), Candace (Phineas and Ferb), Fiona (Shrek), the dragon (Shrek), Sally (Cars), Matt’s mom, the green M&M, an aglet, an old fashioned quill and ink, swiss cheese, Peach (Super Mario), Kevin Day

Matt: Sarabi (Lion King), Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob), Andrew’s car, King Julien (Madagascar), Neil Josten, the “Jules” desk chair from ikea, the fairy godmother (Shrek), peach (the fruit, cmbyn style), Birdo (Super Mario), one of those sheet face masks, marshmallow fluff, Kevin Day

Allison: Balto, Scar (Lion King), a snickers bar, a salt lamp, Jack Skellington, Emily (Corpse Bride) (yelling ensues because both Emily and Jack are just hot), Diego (Ice Age), Dr Drakken (Kim Possible), the dad from inside out, the invisible man (Hotel Transylvania), Kevin Day

Nicky: Gill (finding Nemo), Diego (Ice Age), Major Monogram (Phineas and Ferb), Christmas ornaments, groan tubes, the Belgian techno anthem “Pump Up The Jam”, Sauerkraut, Bloaters/Shamblers (The Last of Us), Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games), Barry B. Benson (Bee Movie), the German word “Potzblitz”, Kevin Day

Renee: a literal rainbow, the Mona Lisa, a swiss pocket knife, a braided brioche loaf, Ghostface, Haymitch Abernathy (The Hunger Games), Barbie (the actual doll), the beast (Beauty and the Beast), Mrs. Potts (Beauty and the Beast), Andrew Minyard (earning a silent high five from him and Neil), Kevin Day

Kevin: some very niche historical figures, the onceler (the Lorax), a literal exy racquet, Gloria (Madagascar), a three sixty vodka bottle, Shego (everyone yells at him that she’s not a hear me out; she’s just hot), Allison Reynolds (earning a side eye from her), Matt’s mom

Bonus:

Katelyn: Dr Doofenschmirtz (Phineas and Ferb), Vanessa Doofenschmirtz (Phineas and Ferb), Sally (Cars), Andrew Minyard (Aaron is disgusted), Ron Stoppable (Kim Possible), Timon (Lion King), Balloony (Phineas and Ferb), the number 8, the periodic table, the electronic configuration of phosphorus, Jordi (The Secret World of Santa Claus), Gordon Ramsay, Kevin Day (Aaron high fives her)

[bluemirrorangel]

the DPS book & characterisation

so I'm reading the Dead Poets Society book and while I don't particularly like it all that much it has made some bold choices when it comes to the characters, some I really dislike and others I really love. I'm going to go over that in this post :)

Todd Anderson:

Todd is so much angrier than he is in the movie and honestly he’s so real for that. He and Neil actually don’t get along as much as they do in the movie, they don’t really get each other because they are in opposite situations, Neil’s father has too many expectations for him and controls his every move giving his son little to no agency whereas Todd's parents actively neglect him, they both want what the other one has to a certain degree; Todd wants someone to care about him and Neil wants freedom. 

The book also gets rid of the flying desk set scene and we instead get a more sombre scene 

“Todd?” He called, walking over to get a better look. Todd sat shivering in the dark about a coat. “What's going on there?”  Neil asked his roommate, Todd didn't answer. “Todd, what's the matter?” Neil sat next to him on the wall. “It's freezing out here.” “It's my birthday.” Todd said flatly. “It is?” Neil said. “Why didn't you tell me? happy birthday, You get anything?” Except for his chattering teeth Todd was silent and still. He pointed to a box. Neil opened it to find the same monogram desk set Todd had.In their room.”This is your desk set.”  Neil  said. “I don't get it.”  “They gave me the exact same thing as last year” Todd cried. “They didn't even remember.” “Oh” Neil said in a hushed tone. “Oh.” Todd mocked. “Well, maybe they thought you needed another one, a new one” Neil suggested after a long, awkward pause. “maybe they don't think at all. Unless it's about my brother” Todd said angrily. “His birthday is always a big to do”  He looked at the deskset and laughed. The stupid  thing is, I didn't even like it the first time.” “Look Todd you’re  obviously underestimating the value of this desk set”  Neil said flippantly trying to change the mood. “What?”  “I mean” Neil said and tried to smile. “This is one special gift. Who would want a football or a baseball bat or a car when they could have a desk set as  Wonderful as this one?” “Yeah.” Todd laughed, infected by nose humour.”And just look at this ruler” they both laughed. They both looked at the desk set. By now it was pitch dark and cold Neil  shivered.���You know what my dad would call me when i was growing up? Five ninety-eight. That’s what all the chemicals in the human body will be worth if you bottled them raw and sold them, he told me. That was all I'd ever be worth unless I worked every day to improve myself. Five ninety-eight.” Neil sighed and shook his head in disbelief. No wonder Todd was so screwed up, he thought. “When I was little” todd continued, “I thought all parents automatically love their kids. That's what my teachers told me. That's what I read in the books they gave me. That's what I believed, well, my parents rather have my brother, but they did not love me.Todd took a deep anguished breath and walked into the dorm. Neil sat motionless on the freezing Stonewall, groping for something to say. “Todd,” he called lamely. As he ran after his roommate. 

Todd is less shy and nervous in the book and more quiet and brooding which changes his dynamic with most of the characters specifically Neil.

Neil Perry:

 Neil is meaner in the book, not flat-out mean just meaner, this makes him feel more like a real teenager. His dynamic with Todd is still a friendship and they still mean a lot to each other but there’s more depth.

“So what do you think of my father?”  He asked blankly. “I'll take him over mine,” Todd said softly, almost to himself. “What?” Neil asked “Nothing” “Todd, If you're gonna make it around here, you've gotta speak up. The meek might inherit the earth but they don't get into Harvard know what I mean?” Todd nodded, holding a white button-down Oxford cloth shirt. Neil held the achievement pin in his hand as he spoke. “ The Bastard!” He shouted suddenly, jabbing his thumb with the metal pointed pin and drawing blood. Todd winced, but Neil just stared at the blood intently. He pulled the pin out. And hurled it against the wall. 

He also calls Cameron a jerk to Todd instead of saying ‘he was born with his foot in his mouth.’ like he does in the movie this paired with his comment about Todd being ‘messed up’ shows that Neil can be judgmental of his friends and peers, this being said Neil still cares deeply for his friends especially Todd; talking to him gently and trying to figure him out.

“By the way, there's a meeting this afternoon.”  Neil said, “Are you coming?” I guess, Todd said as he grimaced. Neil put down the play and looked over at his roommate. “None of what Mr Keating Has to say means anything to you, does it?” He asked, incredulous. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Todd was defensive “Being in the club means being stirred up by things. You look about as turn up as a cesspool” “You want me out? Is that what you're saying?” Todd said angrily. “No,” Neil, said softly. “I want you in, but it means you gotta do something. Not just say you're in.” Todd said angrily “Listen, Neil, I appreciate your interest in me, but I'm not like you,”  he insisted. “ “When you say things people pay attention, people follow you. I'm not like that.”  “Why not? Do you think you could be?” Neil Pressed. “No!” Todd shouted. “Oh, I don't know. I'll probably never know. The point is, there's nothing you can do about it. So, butt out, all right?  I can take care of myself just fine, alright” “No” Neil said “No?” Todd asked astonished. “What do you mean no,”  Neil shrugged matter of factly and repeated “No, I'm not going to butt out” Neil opened his play and began to read again. Todd just sat and stared at him. “OK”, todd said defeated “I’ll go.”  “Good” Neil smiled and continued reading the play.

Charlie Dalton:

 Charlie is more emotionally open in the book, he’s also a lot more annoyed by Knox’s Infatuation (obsession) on Chris.

“I feel like I've never been alive,” Charlie said sadly as he watched Neil  go. “For years I've been risking nothing. I have no idea what I am.Or what I want to do. Neil knows he wants to act. Knox knows he wants Chris” “Needs Chris?  must have Chris”  Knox groaned “Meeks,” Charlie said, “you're the brain here or did the dead poets say about somebody like me?” “The romantics were passionate experiment as Charles. They dabbled in many things before settling. If ever,” Meeks said. Cameron made a face. “There aren't too many places to be an experimenter at, Welton Meeks.” Charlie paces as the boys considered Cameron’s observation. He stopped and his face lit up. “I hereby declare this the Charles Dalton cave for passion experimentation.” He smiled. “In the future, anyone wishing entry must have permission from me.”  “Wait a minute, Charlie” Pitts objected. “This should belong to The club” “it should, but I found it now I claim it. Carpe cavem boys seize The Cave.”  Charlie

countered with a grin. “Good thing there’s only one of you around here Charles” Meeks said philosophically. 

Meeks & Pitts: they mainly stayed the same, however they gave Meeks’ poem about the Congo to Pitts and cut out Pitts’ poem about the man that killed his wife, they also have Meeks call Charlie Charles and I think that’s kind of cute.

Knox Overstreet:

Knox has no personality outside of his infatuation (obsession) with Chris, which is disappointing because they could have done more with his storyline, he’s the most athletic of the poets and has an awkward friendship with Ginny Danburry, his reason for not joining the society was that he didn’t really get it and I think they could have made him into a more interesting character by giving him more moments with Ginny and having him do more at the party than assault Chris, he could have brought all the poets and that would have been such an interesting plot point, having all the boys interact with public school students.

“Might as well sit down until dinner,” Ginny suggested in an awkward moment of silence followed. “Chet only Wanted the Buick so they can go parking.” She confided with a blush, not being able to think about anything to say. 

Richard Cameron:

Cameron’s betrayal in the book hits so much harder than in the film because he’s a real friend to the other poets, he’s the first and only one to ask where Todd is at their first study meeting, he calls a club meeting when Charlie asks him too, and he’s the most invested in Knox and Chris. Book Cameron also takes more indicative with the club, he reads from the poetry book something he doesn’t do in the movie. 

“Say what happened to Todd?” Cameron asked as they gathered up their books.” Said he wanted to do history,” Neil said. “Come on, Knox”, Cameron said.  “You’ll survive this chick. Maybe you'll think of something to win her love. Remember, seize the day,” Knox smiled. Got up from the couch and followed the boys to their rooms. 

Cameron took the book. “This is serious,” he said and began to read.

“You know what the dead poets would say” Cameron laughed, “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…”

Cameron was still well-behaved and overly nervous but he felt like he genuinely cared about the others, kind of like Claire from Derry Girls. 

leave a ship or fandom suggestions for headcanons, fics or just questions in general and I'll do them if you want :)

[kimmipettie]

7/4/24 - A tradition for Independence Day- July 4. Chris gets to throw the first pitch as a Miss. Just as she has going all the way back to 2017.

7/4/17 - 1103 AL- Independence Day in the States. And Chris is about to have a ball throwing out the first pitch. No curves, Chris! Except those you are displaying. And no bats, except for batting your eyes. Be careful of a uniform malfunction. The players will focus on your twin girls, rather than on turning a twin killing, although they may be confused by your pocketbook's Sissy monogram. I played baseball for years. The coaches were too kind to say that I really did throw like a girl.

Debuted 6/30/17 on Andy Latex. Thanks Andy and Christeen. Visit Andy at SMOOTHSLICKNSHINY.BLOGSPOT.COM

[dailytomlinson]

Louis was wearing BURBERRY on the Faith in The Future Tour in Bucharest, on September 17th.  

BURBERRY MONOGRAM MOTIF COTTON SHIRT

BURBERRY CHECK COTTON BASEBALL CAP

📸: tomliboo28

[ganeshpnf]

Things I want to see in Pnf season 5 and 6:

- More Perry and Doof scenes (obviously) (Them hanging out more, doing non-work related activities)

- More Candace and her siblings moments

- More Django

- A plot and B plot meetings again ( especially Doof meeting the kids again pls) (They they could invent, talk about platypi, hear backstories, boys can help him become a better do-gooder?)

- Linda actually seeing something, at least in the last ep, or at least hinting that she actually knows a little

- Candace and Suzy starting to get along

- Perry being really jealous of Doof again, and Doof secretly knowing and loving it since no one really loved him like that before in his life

- More Perry and boys scenes please. Like in one comic they made a Perry appreciation day 💕

-Candace and Perry bonding. I know this two like each other and I want Candace to show this a little bit more

- More Stacy and Perry. More Vanessa and Perry (Yes I love my boy)

- Isabella and Ferb being friends and Ferb supporting Isabella for Phineas

- More awesome Ferb lines

- Buford having every instrument joke back

- Perry getting a vacation

- More animal agents info and maybe some bad dudes

- Monogram appreciates Carl more

- Heinz and Norm playing baseball

- More Lawrence being an awkward but amazing dad

[jflashandclash]

Tales From Mouth Othrys

Axel: Into the Lion’s Maw III

A thunderous crack startled Axel out of sleep. At first, he thought Hecate had darkened the Mist into onyx.

His memory kicked in: black marble walls. Jack had moved Pax and Axel to their own room in Mount Tamalpais. Jack attempted separate rooms, but, of course, Pax ended up in Axel’s room within twenty minutes of being split, fifteen more minutes than the Sabotage unit had bet on, leaving Prometheus with a score of 7 to 1 on prediction.[1]

Mementos from the dead scattered and clanged all over their carpet. Axel had left all other decorating to Pax. That was why Praetor Julian’s medallions, a centurion’s unicorn necklace, and other items clattered onto a pink shag carpet with paint splotches. Axel hoped they were paint splotches. Pax had, allegedly, found the carpet dumpster-diving with Matthias.

Panic hadn’t set in yet. Axel sat up, clutching something to his chest: the Triple A Chimera helm. A hiss erupted from the top of the plumes, something far too weak to be the helm’s gravely tones.

Honey, the weasel, appeared quite distressed by the movement, hissing and squirming to find comfort.

Above Axel, he could see Pax peering over his bunk, his amber eye glistening in their room’s night light. Matthias had installed it at the same time he installed Pax’s bunk. Axel had replaced the original cover: a British aristocrat’s glowing ass, the monocled and top-hatted man peering over his shoulder while mooning them. Now, it was a winking dryad. Still inappropriate but a massive improvement.

“Baller is upset,” Pax said, his voice trembling, “Was that an earthquake? Like, did Poseidon just take a massive shit? Imagine if that is what took out the titans—”

“Axel! Pax! My boys!”

Their door flew open.

The scene was a flashback overlapped into real time. Jack stood in his pink, monogrammed PJs, the back of a toilet seat raised like a baseball bat to attack potential intruders. The only difference from the first time was that the walls and toilet seat were black. Prometheus often quipped that Kronos might have an aneurism if their new camp didn’t have the right SS aesthetic.

“You’re okay!” Jack exhaled, lowering the lid with a thunk. The effort had made his arms shake. “The room next door collapsed. I thought—”

“You were going to dig us out where a toilet cover?” Pax asked, voice quivering.

“Yes, next best thing to a shovel—”

“Jack,” Flynn’s snap quieted Jack. He took a step back.

The Leader of Assault and Battery was mid-tugging a shirt over her chest as she came into view. Axel averted his gaze. “Luke is hurt,” she said. There was a faint jingling noise, signaling that she must have been wrapping her bun. She’d taken to wearing the goofy hair trinkets Pax made for her. “Ajax with me. We’re mobilizing to dig Luke out. Axel, with Kampe. She’s decided she’s leading the charge to camp Half-Blood while Kronos is occupied under rumble.”

Axel’s gaze shot up. “She’s what?” Her command was already taking effect. Axel sat up fully, careful to assure the helm and weasel stayed safe against his chest.

“She thinks they might be able to beat Percy Jackson back to his camp—”

“He was here?!” Pax yelped. He, too, appeared under Flynn’s command. He scurried down from the top bunk, only pausing to collect Honey from Axel’s helm. She squeaked indignantly. Axel appreciated it: a battlefield was no place for a newborn Mistform, no matter how fierce.

Flynn glowered. She liked to be interrupted (especially by children) as much as the soldiers of Mount Othrys liked doing Monster Laundry Duty.

Fortunately, Jack had no such reservations. He picked up one of their newly minted Orpheus Metal shirts from the ground and slipped it over Pax’s head. As if he were five years younger, Pax obediently lifted his arms to make it easier. Jack’s motion was frantic, and Axel had to wonder if Luke could get hurt after receiving the Curse of Achilles. “Well, kiddo, unless some other demigod’s parent has earned the title of ‘Earthshaker,’ then that’s our perpetrator—”

Someone’s words overtook Jack’s. It was Luke’s voice, but not. A second voice reverberated under the first, the same way Kouta, Axel’s older brother, made announcements for the circus, but maybe if Kouta was hyped up on some demonic energy drink. It was a two-toned cacophony, rusty and vile. As it roared, the building shook again, a hateful scream of, “Percy Jackson! After them—after them—”

Everyone froze. Even Flynn’s hold on the boys snapped.

Before, when Luke and Axel used to meditate together or when Luke had convinced Jack to allow Axel to join them at the Horizontal Monster Mash, Luke had described that voice. Between Luke’s gulps of beers, the color would drain from his face and his eyes would go hazy. He recalled the sublime and awful tauntings that haunted his nightmares, that would seep into his waking hours to remind him he was useless, merely a vessel, a stuffed animal disemboweled of its stuffing. (That last one, Axel knew, would upset Pax immensely.)[2]

That voice made Luke feel small, the way Axel’s father’s voice had for him. He didn’t need to ask why Luke followed its orders. It was impossible to resist when it was in your head all day.

Now it was Luke.

Axel couldn’t help but think of Pax, pitching their cause to new demigods: Have you heard the good word of Kronos? Overlaid with a blasphemous verse from his days at a Catholic elementary school: he has risen, just as he said.[3]

Kronos had risen.

Axel didn’t realize the Luke-Thing was still screaming. Not until Lucille stepped into their doorway.

She wore her battle armor. Her blonde hair was neatly braided back, and she carried a Greek-style helm under one arm and a pilum in the other. With her frail frame, she looked like a costumed Barbie. Their training taught Axel otherwise.

“Flynn. Axel.” Her tone was grave, the same way it always got before battle. “The strike force is moving out.” Her icy blue eyes shifted. “Jack, Pax, I’m sorry.” Giving them a fragile smile. It failed to comfort anyone.

Flynn’s gaze narrowed. “I’m not leaving Jack alone.” Ever again, Axel thought he could hear. Maybe with another faint echo of, Especially not with that thing. “What if the Ol’sissies double back while Luke is out of commission? A child of the Big Three? Maybe two if that earthquake wasn’t from Jackson?”

Lucille nodded. The half-sisters had a respect for each other’s combat intuition.

Despite trembling at Luke’s shrieking and the fear of angering Flynn, Pax whimpered, “B—but Mercedes said—”

That she could make Axel and Pax be part of the Sabotage Unit, away from the main battles. But, Axel knew it would be futile after his second cage match had gone so well, especially after the assault on the lab.

Lucille explained this gently, “I know, sweetie. But, Axel has proven himself over and over. It will boost everyone’s moral if he’s there.” She pressed her lips together. “And gain him favor with any new… changes in command.”     

Axel had a gut-sinking feeling Lucille was right. The helm hummed in his grip. Now, more than ever, he needed to be seen fighting along the monsters’ side. If they were to survive assassinating Kronos after the war, they needed the full backing of Alabaster’s monster family.

Axel stumbled to the armor at the base of their bunks. His legs felt leaden. The fingers touching the helmet buzzed with painful anticipation, an electricity that made him lightheaded and eager. The opposite sensations left him disoriented. He needed to focus on one. He unwove a strip of leather from his armor and tethered the helm around his neck. That would need to do for now. He should leave it. They needed to test these in a controlled environment. But, instinct—

You’ll need me, Lieutenant.

Axel wanted to snap that he didn’t need anyone. A glance around the room proved no one had heard that but him. Maybe it couldn’t talk outside of Hecate’s realm.

Lucille had already lifted his breastplate to offer it to him.

Jack tugged at his hair, frantically looking from Axel, to Flynn, to Pax. “Oh, Lucille, keep my boy safe! He’s too young and pretty to die! We haven’t even gotten him a girlfriend or a solo in one of our concerts!”

Lucille giggled weakly. She couldn’t cover her mouth with a pilum in hand. “I’ll do what I can.” As Axel finished strapping on his armor, she turned to Pax. “Can you do me a huge favor?”

Three sets of eyes were intent on her: Pax’s multicolored ones, and the beady eyes of the two weasel kits.

“Go to the nursery and check on Charlie and Ethel for me.” Her eyes softened at the names. 

Oh, Fortune bless Lucille. That would get Pax out of harm’s way. Besides, he was an excellent playmate for Charlie.

They walked as Axel finished strapping on his armor. Lucille led him out. Goodbyes—did they properly say goodbye? He remembered ruffling Pax’s hair, trying to ignore how Pax’s eyes welled with tears, the same way they always did before his cage matches—Don’t you dare die—and ducking under Jack’s attempted hug.

Their hallway was an offshoot from the main one. The main one had descended into chaos. Monsters and demigods jostled past each other. The Luke-thing’s howls left them panicked, disorganized, and disoriented. Its order was so primal: after them.

“Please proceed to battle in an orderly fashion. Please keep your voices low so you can standby for more orders!” Lucille’s charmspeak was sweet and kind. She never had the projection that Flynn’s snarls had, but all the soldiers within hearing distance slowed, relaxed, and fell more into military lines. The calming effect rippled to the others rushing by.

With the mob partially tamed, Axel could see down the hall towards Luke’s quarters. Part of the ceiling was collapsed. Krios, one of the Titan lords, stood beside the rubble with his arms folded, tapping his left bicep. “If you can’t ask nicely for help,” he said, voice booming, “then you needn’t bother asking at all.”

“Imbecile,” the not-Luke snarled back.

Krios rolled his eyes. “Some things never change.”

At least the Titan Lords seemed unbothered by Luke’s and Kronos’ unholy matrimony.

Something about seeing Krios standing there left Axel confused. “Kampe is leading us?” he asked. Hadn’t Luke mentioned something about Krios leading them through the labyrinth? Axel finished strapping on his old helmet. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it would keep his skull intact. His own confusion at the chain of events—going to Hecate’s realm, Flynn’s charmspeak, Kronos’ screams—was clearing.

Lucille nodded, helping up a demigod who had fallen in the chaos. “Yes.”

The younger camper blushed, thanked her, and darted after the others.

Axel felt skeptical. “But, she’s a jailor.” Did they give battle lessons in Grecian jail school?

“Luke gave her Ariadne’s string,” Lucille said, “The others are going to follow her.” She nodded to the disciplined line up at the labyrinth entrance. Because of newly established order, support was able to come through. Matthias could be seen walking down the line, chest puffed up and shoulders pulled back, as he handed out goody bags of ambrosia and, if Axel had to guess, fart bombs. He and a dracaena checked monster and demigod armor and handed out extra weapons.

Lucille continued, “She’s known to be a powerful entity—like Atlas. Why do you think Luke wanted Atlas when he had the other Titans?”

Recognition meant a lot to mythological beings. Axel clenched his jaw. Just another mythological aristocracy, as Alabaster would say. “Being a famous jailor doesn’t make a good strategist.”

They were approaching the labyrinth entrance. Axel had steered clear of this place, especially after Chris Rodriguez never came back. Selene Beauregard had told Luke that he was alive at Camp Half-Blood, but that he’d been left to babbling incoherence. Chris was the only one who had come out alive.

Another foolish scheme to send a demigod when a monster could thrive in the labyrinth.

Axel could see the mark of Daedalus. Alabaster had explained the symbol to him: a glowing blue D above the labyrinth entrance. Any time he walked in the hallway, it stuck out sorely: an exploitable security risk that had, indeed, been exploited. He didn’t understand why everyone had treated it like a kitty door for coatimundi to wander in. Jack and Pax had given him a weird look the day he’d growled, “It’s like no one else can see it.”

Watching how the others felt along the wall until finding a grip on the door, Axel realized the others really couldn’t see it.

Lucille glanced at him. “Are you nervous, Axel? It isn’t like you to protest so much.” She reached over to squeeze his arm. With Lucille’s status in the Attack and Battery unit and Axel’s recent rise to fame, no one minded how they cut in line. From the queasiness on some of the demigod’s faces, he assumed they wouldn’t have minded either way.

Axel stared at the entrance as they stepped up to it. He couldn’t stop his ears from twitching. Something felt wrong about this place. The strategist in him screamed. They were going underground—underground­—chasing after a demigod that could cause earthquakes. “What if Percy doubles back and collapses the tunnels on us?”

“Recent rumor has it, Percy sprinted away from Luke and did not look like he was coming back. He was scared of Kronos. We’re in his army and I’m scared of Kronos….” Her brow furrowed. “I’m glad Pax agreed to check on Charlie. I can only imagine how terrifying those shouts are for them.” She frowned, and reached to twirl a lock of hair that was tucked too far back to reach.

Axel winced. Them. She meant Charlie and Ethel. Ethel didn’t handle this kind of shouting well, and Charlie was only a kid. “If there’s one thing Ajax is good at doing, it’s distracting people from terror.” And he and Lucille both knew Pax would be a she (instead of a he) if it would make Ethel more comfortable.

Lucille might have been about to thank Axel.

“Move it,” a quivering voice came from behind them. Feigned bravado. Axel suspected the waiting was about the same as waiting for a delayed tooth extraction: sometimes you just want to get something over with.

Axel took a deep breath. “If I lose my mind and forget who I am, promise me you won’t let Ajax convince me I’m a famous weasel catcher on Discovery Channel.”

That earned a real giggle. Axel remembered how cute he thought Lucille was the first time he met her at Monster Donut, before he knew about Ethel. That seemed so long ago.

“Oh, don’t make me promise that! I think you’d make a charming show host.” She suddenly hopped onto the tips of her toes, coming close to his height. She rearranged her pilum, so she could hold it and her helmet in the same hand. With her hand freed, she gracefully lifted it up and lowered it towards Axel.

It took Axel a heartbeat or two to realize she was offering her hand the way she might for a ballet partner to spin her. Or for a partner dance? It was called something in French that Alabaster would have known.

Axel took his friend’s hand, sheepish at how scarred and rough his looked compared to her dainty fingers. The absurdity of it—a ballet pose before battle—made him laugh.

Axel had no delusions. She was holding his hand for his sake. A return laugh for the one his joke incited.

He and Lucille stepped into the darkness, hands held high, into one of the most dangerous places of the mythological world.

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Thank all of you for reading! I think I rediscover my footing a bit better as a writer in the next chapter. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! (AND THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMMENTS, ASKS, REBLOGS, AND SWEETNESS! You're making it so worth coming back! <3)

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[1] Jack, “You’re old enough now that you can have your own room where your fanclub will know how to find you alone and, potentially, underdressed—“ Axel, “Ajax and I are still sharing a room.” Jack, “B—but your fan club!” Lou Ellen, “But your fan club!”

[2] Pax, “ARE YOU INSINUATING LUKE WAS ONCE A BABY PANDA--?!”

[3] Mathew 28.

[louiswearbook]

Louis Tomlinson at the airport in Mexico taking a picture with fans and arriving at the airport in Brazil | 31 March, 2024 & 1 April 2024

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1017 Axyl 9SM Lightercap Hooded Zip Sweatshirt

€565 | £493 | $614

Salomon XT-Slate Advanced Shoes

€195 | £175 | $230

Adidas Metal Badge Lightweight Baseball Hat

€18 | £15 | $22

Ray-Ban Hexagonal Flat Lenses in Gold/Green

€155 | £147 | $171

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[saintmeghanmarkle]

Harrys next step is ditching title after cutting UK ties he only cares about awards &amp; baseball games experts saybut he LOVES being Prince/Dukecan you imagine ILBW being just Mrs again? I cant see Harry giving up his titles voluntarilybut if they are removed he might say it was his idea etc. by u/Harry-Ripey

Harry’s next step is ditching title after cutting UK ties – he only cares about awards & baseball games, experts say…but he LOVES being Prince/Duke…can you imagine ILBW being just Mrs again? I can’t see Harry giving up his titles voluntarily…but if they are removed he might say it was his idea etc. Like the finding freedom escapade…never looked to be his idea, just posturing and whining when the RF called his bluff and ‘let’ him go. Remember just call me Harry….soon replaced with Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex at every opportunity. The silly monograms of the yacht girl, the faux royal ‘office of…’, the faux royal proclamations and tours….Harry would die rather than give up his ties to royalty…https://ift.tt/Rb1mxTi post link: https://ift.tt/B0TgP58 author: Harry-Ripey submitted: April 20, 2024 at 10:45AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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Example of a commission I did last week! This one is 9" long, and I doubled up the outer border so it's slightly raised. :) Design by Yaniir!

My commissions are OPEN!!

Patches, of course (up to 7.75" x 14", 10 colors)

^ I make all of them iron-on by default, but I can put velcro on it if requested

Baseball caps (hat hoop goes to 2.25" tall I think so low-detail is best)

T-shirts/sweaters (collar, pocket, sleeve, monogram, etc)

Pretty much any garment, really. If you're not sure, just ask! I don't think questions are annoying.

Wholesale/re-sale pricing: If you're requesting a wholesale quote, I'll need to have you fill out a re-sale info form for tax purposes. I have a low MOQ. My price sheet is under construction but I'm happy to answer questions about pricing via email! Please have at least a rough sketch of your design, or if it's a regular shape (circular, square, rectangular, etc) please have the dimensions ready.

MOQ is determined based on the size of the patch and how many can fit in one of my large hoops. Basically just however many will reduce waste fabric. I can't do discounts based on super high quantity. Manufacturers can do that because they have a huge machine that can stitch several things at once. I only have one machine.

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https://www.tumblr.com/femmefatalevibe/730395970177761280/hi-this-may-be-a-weird-question-but-i-work-in-a?source=share I'd like to share some fashion tips with anon. As someone who works/lives in a rural region it's pretty easy for women to dress nicely. The first person that comes to mind is politician Kristi Noem. She's a farmer type girl, but is known for being "hot" as well. Fitted jeans, clothes that are clean and flattering, with nice hair and makeup really give you that "farmer chic" look lol. Also, branding can help as well--Ariat, Carhartt, Levi's, etc always look nice. I know the general rule is to stay away from monogrammed stuff (aka free advertising), but wearing clothing that boldly displays the label actually does look cute in this environment. Lastly, baseball cap with a with pony tail pulled through the back is cute as well.

Hi love! Thanks so much for sharing your insight. Posting for visibility. High-quality brands are mentioned here, for sure!. Adore Levi's!

Bisous xx

[atelierjhoseok]

Hope On The Street | QR Code Behinds The Scenes Photo

[hopeonmyphone]

Watch BTS’ J-Hope Strut Down the Catwalk for Louis Vuitton’s Fall/Winter 2023 Campaign Video

The rapper wears a series of blinged out pieces from the luxury fashion brand in the visual.

J-Hope is the star of Louis Vuitton’s latest video for its FallWinter/2023 fashion campaign. The luxury fashion house released the visual for the men’s clothing line on Thursday (July 13), featuring the K-pop star engaging with a series of sparse environments while wearing intricate pieces from the collection.

The video kicks off with the “Arson” rapper — who was named the brand’s house ambassador in February — standing in front of an old-fashioned camera, wearing an all-denim outfit blinged out with silver sequins in the brand’s LV monogram. Hope then surveys himself walking down a mirrored hallway, this time, wearing an all-black baseball jacket fitted in sparkling rhinestones. The back of the jacket, which he checks out in the mirror, reads: “Blurry vision of 1 bright future. FANTASTIC IMAGINATION?”

The BTS member then shows off his best catwalk strut down another mirrored hallway while carrying a duffle bag, ultimately returning to the same camera from the beginning of the video.

Louis Vuitton shared several images from the campaign to its Instagram and captioned the post, “J-hope for Men’s Fall-Winter 2023 Collection. As an exploration of the digital age, the House Ambassador embodies the pursuit of modern connectivity imbued in the collection for a new campaign lensed by Mario Sorrenti.”

Fans in the comments section approved of the video and the photos of J-Hope. One user wrote, “@louisvuitton you won in life for having the best house ambassador in the world,” while another fan shared, “My man in military but he still serving for the whole fashion industry.”

See the photos from the campaign below, and the video above

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Source: Billboard

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Brioni AW23

I hadn’t thought about Brioni in a long time, probably not since their disastrous run with Stylist/buyer Justin O’Shea as creative director back in 2012, particularly distressing because it was clear that O’Shea didn’t particularly like the brand and was doing everything he could to dissemble it, which is why the new collection feels so apt.

The current designer, Austrian Norbert Stumpfl has been in the role since 2018, tasked with taking the brand towards a younger customer (notoriously Donald Trump had his ill-fitting suits from the brand, and their average buyer is 50+) and he speaks often in interviews about Brioni being personal luxury which is to say, people don’t necessarily know someones wearing Brioni, it’s not a brand that screams but whispers, but it feels and it is crafted in such a way to make the wearer feel comfortable, graceful and confident. 

It’s a vision of luxury thats shared with relatively new and independent brands like Lemaire and The Row and one I've always felt sympathy for. There's also a lot to be said for what they haven’t done, not a single tone-deaf sneaker or obnoxious monogram, just subtle, elegant nods to sportswear in the form of a baseball cap or wool anorak, a soft leather crossbody and yet, they haven't abandoned the beautiful tailoring that is Brioni’s heritage, those gently tapering pleated trousers worn on both men and women feel so contemporary in context but the shape is quite similar to what they were doing 10 years ago.