Today Is A Note For Theatre People. But Also A Note To Myself.

today is a note for theatre people. But also a note to myself.

you got this, break a leg. Let the spirit of Thespis shine upon you. My Dionysus smile at the way you move on stage, or at your backstage work.

the PJO fandom working their butts off to find two italian babies in the background only to realize the Easter egg is Nico calling for Bianca around the 12:3 mark.

repeat after me

I WILL FINISH MY WIP

I WILL FINISH MY WIP

I WILL FINISH MY WIP

i will not apologize for the person i become when i see young sally jackson and poseidon's beachside summer romance

like. she knew who he was. we KNOW she knew who he was. he was free to be Literal Actual Poseidon putting thousands of years of godly charisma on an orphaned high school dropout, probably at the lowest point in her entire life.

like, we all know him as the hawaiian shirt-wearing Birkenstock-clad fisherman-hatted Loving But Reluctantly Absent Father because that's how he shows himself to Percy. but we have to remember.

fifteen years after she last saw him, Sally Jackson (with her boyfriend in the room!) BLUSHED TO THE ROOTS OF HER HAIR when he showed up at her front door for Percy's birthday, WEARING THE HAWAIIAN SHIRT AND BIRKENSTOCKS. he loved this woman so good that she thought he was hot while wearing the ugliest clothing to ever exist.

Poseidon was willing to build a PALACE for this woman. he called her a queen among mortals and still absolutely adores her years after their relationship ended. if i get to see young Sally getting courted like a mythical princess with a literal god head over heels for her, i am simply going to pass away. i'll be dead by the end of the episode.

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