#and then proceeded to joke about writing an entire notebook of my questions about tiny plot discrepancies and sending it to Mr Rick Riordan

[f0xgl0v3]

Kleos cries over plates.

Kleos here, dear 5 people who read this you may be asking “Kleos why are you crying over plates? Whose plates are you mourning??” And I say, Camp Half-Bloods plates.

Specifically like here- I’m writing notes about stuff I want to post so I can have drafts that I can just shoot off when I’m on a plane or busy or just need something to put out. Pages 14-17 (as of now) are about mealtimes/the dining pavilion in CHB. Why does this affect the plates? Well, we all know about the Dryads and how they come over with the beef and the strawberries and all that jazz. Fine all good and dandy the plates are just plates.

And that’d be good, I could go off context clues and stuff and ramble about the diets of children at CHB with that. If Leo didn’t come barging in talking in MoA about the magical enchanted plates they got from CHB along with the cups that magically summoned food. I’ve been (not actually) crying over this for the past 2 hours because it hurts my brain to decipher what this means. Because we have the many instances of the very average plate plates and then the magical girl plates.

This in my head means two things. Either all the plates are magic at CHB except they don’t use the magic plates or those plates Leo has have been locked in Chiron’s china cabinet in the big house for display- which obviously the wording of the 2nd option is a joke but like. The lore implications of what the plates magical status to me in this fictional universe is somehow halting me completely in any progress which is stupid. “Kleos it’s just something Rick didn’t think of,” “Kleos as your peers say, tis not that deep bro” and I say to that. Yeah no duh, but who cares other arbitrary strawman me (the one worm in my brain that is realistic).

So, as I cried over what was going on with Michael Kahale all those months ago. Now I cry over plates. Fucking plates, because either option in my brain makes me ask “why aren’t they using the magic plates” when they use the magic cups??? I can just go with “they are in majority of canon seen as normal plates. Therefore they are normal plates and Leo was just on something/j” but this is my plate conundrum. Maybe in a few days I’ll answer my own problem but this has been “Kleos cries over a plate issue rather than actually writing that Bryce Lawerence fic or continuing to work on the first chapter of SoN re-imagined” thank you.

[conorpmaynard]

All Started With a Song// Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1238

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times.) this will be a series! i alreyad have the first 4 or five parts written but its not finished yet. lets see were this goes! please give me your feedback and enjoy! :)

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You were sitting on your bed with two of your friends, Olivia and Alice. You three had been studying, or at least trying.

“My turn to play a song!” Alice laughed, grabbing your computer.

“Yeah, not like I was using that for my homework. You know that’s why I invited you over right?” you grabbed your notebook, opening it.

“Stop being a nerd,” Olivia said, closing her book.

As soon as you heard the beat of the song, you glared at Alice.

“You know I will get nothing done if he’s playing.” You sighed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, sliding the computer to you.

You stared at the screen, watching your celebrity crush sing.

Conor Maynard.

You had been gushing over him for the past year and a half. You found him through one of Joe Sugg’s videos. And you immediately fell in love.

You had completely forgotten about your homework, you were mesmerized by him. He was absolutely gorgeous.

Your friends knew this video was your favorite, because he looked so sexy in it.

It wasn’t an original song, it was a cover. But he always put a twist on his covers.

It was his deleted video of him covering Panda. You had memorized the entire thing, seeing as it was only 2 minutes long. You didn’t start signing until the part that Conor made.

“I don’t want a good girl, I’ve been rolling with the baldest.” You sang, looking at your friends. They had their phones facing you. They were Snap chatting you singing, they always did. You knew you could sing, but you never did. You chose to pick a different career path and keep that talent hidden.

Or so you thought.

“She told me models and she told me she’s an actress.” You smiled at their cameras. They quickly lowered their phones, posting the snap. But seconds later their phones were back up, filming you singing.

“Talking about how she been everywhere up on that atlas.” Alice made a funny face, causing you to laugh.

“Doesn’t make a difference, she’ll still end up on my mattress.” Olivia and Alice were both smiling, this encouraged you to keep going.

“Fuck your 15 minutes I’m the man of the hour. No more room up in my bed, let’s take it to the shower.” Great, now you were thinking about Conor in the shower. Your cheeks got red.

“Keep going!” one of them shouted.” You laughed, finishing the song.

You three laughed, “Why don’t you sing more often!” Olivia questioned.

“I don’t know, I just feel like it’s a hard career and I don’t want to be stressed my entire life. I rather be relaxed than be famous.” You grabbed your notebook, determined to get some homework done.

But then the next song came on, and your best friends looked at each other.

“No,” you said seriously, but there was a slight smile creeping onto your face.

It was Better Than You by Conor and Rita Oar. This song always got you three hyped.

“Please, we promise we’ll study after,” Alice pleaded.

“Promise?” you asked.

“YES!” they said in unison. You knew they were lying but agreed. You three began dancing to the music, abandoning your work.

This continued for the next 3 or 4 songs. It wasn’t until you guys decided to get food that your life would change.

You grabbed your laptop, following your best friends out to your kitchen.

“Ice cream?” you asked and they nodded their heads. While you got the food they grabbed the bowls and spoons.

“This is my favorite song!” Olivia screamed, turning it up.

It was Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheer an.

After you finished dispersing the ice cream, you put it away. Alice and Olivia sat down at the island, but you stood on the other side, facing them.

You began singing along with Ed, “I'm on my way, driving at ninety down those country lanes, singing to ‘Tiny Dancer’” you swayed your hips, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real, we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill,” you hadn’t realized that Olivia was filing you. But it wasn’t on a 10 second video on Snap Chat. It was a complete video.

After the song ended you heard giggles, so you opened your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, shoving yet another bite of ice cream into your mouth.

“Oh nothing,” Alice said, putting her bowl in the sink. “We should really go study.”

“Yeah, c’mon Y/n,” Olivia said, going back into your room.

The rest of the night was filled with quizzing each other and plenty of laughter.

~~

It wasn’t until the next morning that you were aware of what your friends did. You woke up to hundreds of twitter notifications, a few snap chats, 3 missed calls from Olivia and 14 texts from both girls.

“What the hell?” you asked yourself as you went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

You put some bread in the toaster, opening your messages.

From Olivia:

6:39 have you seen twitter?

6:40 Look at Twitter!

6:47 Omg are you not awake yet?

6:48 Y/n

6:48 Y/n, wake up!!

You opened your texts from Alice.

From Alice:

6:53 Omg go on Twitter!

7:01 I didn’t think you’d go viral!

7:06 He might notice you

7:14 Y/N!!!!!!!

7:14 CONOR NOTICED YOU

7:15 HE RETWEETED MY TWEET ABOUT YOU

7:15 FOR GODS SAKE WAKE UP

7:15 Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!!!!!!!

7:16 oh my god you don’t deserve this. Wake the fuck up

You froze. The toast was dropped onto the plate in front of you.

Conor noticed you.

You reread the text too many times. Then you opened Twitter.

You had so many notifications your phone froze. So you closed your phone, and opened it again, refreshing. You decided it would be easiest to go to the source. Alice. You typed in her twitter name and saw the tweet.

Alice :) @aliiibooo

@ConorMaynard wya w/ this collab ??

Attached was a video, so clicked on it. It was you, standing at your counter. You were singing, every now and then shoving a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. You cringed at the faces you made, you looked awful.

Curiosity took the best of you, and you searched Conor’s name.

Conor Maynard @ConorMaynard

What’s her twitter @aliiibooo ?

You almost peed yourself. Instead you started to hyperventilate.

But the surprises didn’t stop there.

Olivia Jones @viaoli324

her twitter is: @y/t/n , @ConorMaynard ;)

And yet, the surprises were still not over. Because then, right then. At 7:32 in the morning on the 4th of February, 2017, Conor Maynard followed you.

You immediately screenshotted the notification. You then proceeded to run to your room, rip open your computer and pull up Skype.

“You’re awake!” Olivia smiles.

“Have you seen it yet?” Alice says smugly.

“HE FOLLOWED ME,” you screamed.

They stared at you, mouths open.

“You’re joking!’ Olivia says.

“No, I’m not. It just happened. Like a minute ago. I can’t breathe.”

“Y/n! This is amazing!” Alice squeals, squeezing her blanket tighter.

“Oh… my… god…” you stared at your phone, a new notification popping up.

Conor Maynard

Hello Y/n. I saw the video of you singing. You’re really good. How do you feel about doing a cover with me?