#Austin Seven

[classiccarsincyprus]

Austin Seven

#Austin #Austin Seven #British #English #England #UK #Classic Cars #Vintage Cars #Cool Cars #Old Cars #Oldtimer #Cars #Autos #Motors #Culture #Style

[les-belles-mecaniques]

1930 Austin Seven Meteor Sports

#Austin Seven

[richwall101]

Two 1939 Austin Seven Ruby Vans Type AVK 747cc 10.5hp 4-Cylinder Side-Valve Engine

#Austin Seven #Vans #Ruby #Autos

[vintagepromotions]

Advertisement for Austin delivery vans, which promises ‘Dependable & Speedy Service’ (c. 1930).

#vintage advertisement #austin #Austin Seven #austin motor company #van #delivery van #automobile #british #transport #food

[masoncarr2244]

1924 Austin Seven

#forza horizon 4 #austin seven #forza #forzaedit #forza horizon #caredit #gamingedit #gameedit #videogameedit #gif #gifs

[lascitasdelashoras]

austion seven 850

#austin seven

[freddie-77-ao3]

Lee: Will, you’re my favorite Will: Why? Kayla T-Posing over a hissing Michael because.... why not: Austin complaining about how his severe third degree burns from the lava wall means he can't post a youtube video this week: Lee: No reason

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #pjo series #pjo fandom #incorrect quotes #will solace #lee fletcher #michael yew #kayla knowles #austin lake #cabin 7 #cabin seven #apollo cabin

[jkschanel]

apollo cabin family dynamics… save me apollo cabin family dynamics…

but seriously… the grief that comes with being a child of apollo… more siblings than you can count is all the more to lose, counsellors barely making it past 16-17

the inherent tragedy of being a cabin of healers and fighters and poets, never knowing if the next body you have to bandage will be your sibling… born to hold a pen, forced to carry a bow

a cabin as bright as the sun, smiling faces that give hope to wounded children soldiers, singing songs around a fire even when you don’t know if you’ll make it to tomorrow

seeing the numbers dwindle, what used to be a full house becoming half empty and then barely used

but at least you have each other… whoever survives

#pjo hoo toa #cabin seven #cabin 7 #apollo #children of apollo #will solace #lee fletcher #michael yew #kayla knowles #austin lake #gracie #jerry #yan

[prplocks]

✧❁ wallpaper 〴 books quotes ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

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#wallpapers #books #books quotes #pride and prejudice #jane austin quote #jane austen #heartstopper #malibu rising #the midnight library #the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #the song of achilles #a walk to remember #a court of thorns and roses #the love hypothesis #books lockscreens #books wallpapers #nicholas sparks #taylor jenkins reid #alice oseman

[yonemurishiroku]

Idea for bonding activity in the Apollo cabin: Nico teaching the kids Italian nursery rhymes (which he learnt from Chiara and an Italian grandma ghost). He’s singing. Austin is playing the guitar. Will and Kayla are dancing ridiculously. The kids are clapping. Apollo is making light effects. And they’re all laughing.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #pjo #toa #hoo #apollo’s children #apollo cabin #cabin seven #austin lake #kayla knowles #trials of apollo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #apollo (toa) #yone rambling #nico headcanon #fluff

[classiccarsincyprus]

Austin Seven

#austin #austin seven #british #england #uk #english #cars #autos #motors #classic cars #vintage cars #cool cars #old cars #culture #style

[alnair-jpg]

Feb 26: international tongue twister contest day

#riordanverse daily holidays #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #trials of apollo #will solace #kayla knowles #austin lake #cabin seven #apollo #tongue twister

[phoenix--flying]

apollo cabin cursed apollo cabin cursed apollo cabin cursed apollo cabin curse apollo cabin cursed

#im going insane #let me cook #THEYRE CURSED !! #cabin seven #pjo #apollo pjo #apollo cabin #lee fletcher #michael yew #will solace #kayla knowles #austin lake #yan pjo #jerry pjo #grace pjo #phoenix headcanons #phoenix rambles #vaguely related but cabin ten is also cursed

[tsarisfanfiction]

Absent No More

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Apollo, Cabin Seven Not much changed, after Zeus was destroyed, but for a certain group of people, they got the change they'd always wanted. TOApril day 3 - Divine Intervention! Some credit goes to @fearlessinger for today's prompt interpretation, because she was the one to suggest the Ancient Laws, so here we are!

Most things didn’t change.  It was weird, for the mortals in the know, the demigods that knew the king of the gods was gone forever, that Olympus was without her ruler.  It felt like there should be some sign that things had changed, but rain still fell, lightning still lashed across the sky, and whatever power vacuum may or may not have been going on in Olympus never touched their lives at all.

If not for the gap in the original horseshoe of the twelve Olympic cabins, where cabin one had once stood, they could almost, almost forget that Zeus was gone.

Except for one thing.  One small thing, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, barely worth a mention, hardly a footnote in the story of the Olympian uprising and subsequent consequences.

Small and insignificant to most, but not to all.  To some people, great in number but barely a splash in the ocean that was the human population of the world, it was huge, on a scale they’d never dared to dream before.  For many of them, it was all they’d ever wanted.

For the woman in South Korea with her own dance studio that accepted students of any age and taught some of them how to turning fighting dances into fighting, it was the helper that regularly came by to give all her students an extra bit of guidance.  It was suggestions on who needed more help, or dance props that happened to include aspects of certain rare, celestial metals.

For the man in Canada, it was procedures that went perfectly and the doctor that never left his side, holding his hand as he woke up slowly with the knowledge that he was never going to feel sick if he caught sight of his bare body in a mirror again.  It was celebrations and affirmations and whole-hearted acceptance, gentle hugs light enough not to agitate still-healing flesh but firm enough to be all-encompassing anyway.

For the royal bowman in Scotland, it was the company he found waiting at home after a long day of practice, either parade or combat, with a warm meal and chores all already done.  It was hair ruffles and a large, bright smile, and the soothing of aching muscles with simple touches.

For the librarian in Germany, it was the patron that came by every day, smile as bright as the sun and always a stack of books to return.  It was long conversations on authors, on recommendations, and the fresh stack of books checked out at the end of the day, right before she clocked out to go home, and the way she was always walked to her door.

For the actress pulling long hours to make ends meet, it was the dedicated make-up artist that always ended up working on her, no matter the role, and told her stories as she watched her transformation in the mirror.  It was the way the ugly scar on her face from where she’d once tried to fight for what was right never counted against her in auditions, and smoothed away to nothing with a simple touch of foundation.

For the lawyer that had had to fight every step of the way to her position because of her gender and the colour of her skin, it was the assistant that floated past her office every day to bring her drinks and make sure the case notes were always in order, even when her dyslexia made her want to throw them out the window.  It was forced breaks and warm rolls straight from the oven of her favourite bakery for no reason other than being loved.

For the brothers that played basketball for opposing teams because their greatest challenge had always been the other, it was the cheering in the crowd for both of them equally, because no matter how serious it got it was still just a game, and family didn’t pick sides.  It was post-match celebratory drinks, always on the tab, no matter the result, just because.

For the doctor it was the shoulder to try on whenever he had to give a patient bad news, when all the training and skill in the world couldn’t spare patients trauma.  It was the way he never, ever got sick despite the near constant exposure to illnesses, so he could always be there to give others the best care possible.

For the farmer that had fled from war to raise sheep instead, it was dawn wake-up calls and an extra pair of hands when the animals couldn’t settle.  It was lambs surviving their birthing and thriving even when other farms struggled with high mortality rates and animals struggling to adapt to the ever-shifting environment.

For the poet tearing her hair out over her latest publishing deal, it was soothing hands massaging away the headache while a melodic voice recited her writing back at her, assuring her that her words were flawless.  It was the way the deals always made it through, in the end, and made her enough money that she never had to give it up in order to find another, better, job to make ends meet.

For the healer surrounded by children with weapons they were still learning to use, it was a helping hand in the infirmary, and a bright hug when the last mischievous teenager that had thought they knew how to handle weapons better than they did was gone.  It was falling asleep during nighttime vigils and waking up with the sun to find blankets and golden company keeping watch while he rested.

For the saxophonist it was the accompanying instrumentalist giving him a proud grin that had teeth too white to be natural as he came off stage, because the performance had gone off without a hitch, and the second, private recital for just the two of them.  It was the way his instruments always stayed perfect and in-tune, never suffering misfortune on journeys from venue to venue.

For the Olympic champion it was a beaming face in the crowd as she won competition after competition, toppling world records and making them her own, and two male voices proudly claiming her as their daughter for the world to hear.  It was one-on-one shooting, where they did things most mortals didn’t dream could be done with a bow and laughed the whole way through.

For the historian always finding themselves in the deepest depths of archives, it was the gentle light that was always bright enough to read by, but never damaged the precious manuscripts they poured over.  It was the listening ear as they recited what they’d discovered, to make sense of it, and the quiet confirmations of someone that had been there when the history had been written – or knew someone who had.

For the bowler who also picked up a bat, because not everyone in the team could bowl but they all had to be able to hit the ball, it was the perfect lighting whenever he made the run, always in his favour and never in the batsman’s.  It was the same person catching the ball over and over, when he hit a six and it sailed into the crowd.

For the drum teacher, it was the way she always had new students signing up to learn whenever she had a vacancy, eager to learn from her.  It was the way she could always talk about them, celebrating when they worked hard and got to where they wanted to be with their music, or asking for help when a student was struggling and she didn’t quite know how to help them, knowing that there was always help available for her.

For Apollo’s children, whatever walks of life they ended up taking, it was their godly father finally being there in their waking hours as well as their dreams, wherever and whenever they needed them.  They’d always known they were loved, but knowing it and experiencing it, it turned out, were two entirely different things, and while he never explained exactly why he’d started being more around after his own father’s destruction, they all had their suspicions.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril 2024 #pjo apollo #cabin seven #will solace #austin lake #kayla knowles #toa yan #toa jerry #toa gracie #tsari writes fanfiction

[toasecretsanta]

From @artkadukan for @heresronnie21 using the prompt Cabin 7 playing board games

Finally, the day had come. Some would argue it was the happiest day of the year, it was Christmas morning.

In Camp Half Blood dewdrops were nestled in the leaves outside, and a comfortable chilliness had settled in the atmosphere. It felt magical, almost. The usual hustle and bustle of demigod life had temporarily quieted, giving the occupants of the Apollo cabin a well-deserved break. I mean, it was Christmas, the most joyous time of the year!

And what’s the best way to start celebrating? A morning round of classic board games. Somehow, Will had gotten most of the Apollo kids, Meg, Lester and even Nico to join in.

As the group settled in the cozy cabin, Will grinned and gestured to the array of board games.

“Alright, everyone, take your pick! We've got everything from Mythomagic to Stratego. It's the ultimate Christmas game marathon!"

Nico raised an eyebrow. "Mythomagic, huh? Bringing back the memories, Solace?"

Will chuckled. "Well, I figured it's a fitting game for us. Plus, I'm pretty sure I can still beat you, Death Boy."

Nico smirked. "We'll see about that, Sunshine."

Some groans and chuckles were heard around the room, all reactions to the unlikely couple’s flirtatious yet competitive exchange. It was disgustingly adorable.

The group decided to start with Mythomagic, the memories of their previous battles coming flooding back. As the game progressed, laughter filled the cabin as alliances were formed, monsters were defeated, and epic battles took place.

In between games, they enjoyed snacks and exchanged small, thoughtful gifts. Austin handed out homemade CHB-themed cupcakes, and Kayla shared her artistic sketches of camp landmarks. Meg presented each of them with tiny handmade trinkets, and Lester surprised them with a cover of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ on his ukulele, which even Nico hummed along to.

This day was more important for them than they would've imagined, it was the first Christmas they had spent without all of their siblings, or friends. They didnt celebrate this just for themselves, but the ones who weren't here to.

Jason Grace, Michael Yew, Lee Fletcher, Charlie Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, and even Luke Castellan. They were all demigods who wouldn't be able to celebrate christmas again, and the ones who were still here wanted to make the most out of this Christmas, and all the holidays to come.

#toasecretsanta #trials of apollo #toa #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfic #artkadukan #heresronnie21 #will solace #nico di angelo #kayla knowles #austin lake #pjo apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #cabin seven #apollo cabin

[freddie-77-ao3]

Cabin 7 at night Michael: do you think you could make alcohol in a nuclear reactor? kayla: me? no. someone else? yea austin: but wouldn't it kill you? cause it would be radioactive? lee: i mean, a banana could kill you. or a flip flop. will: yeah it could kill you michael: but it would be a dope ass way to go

#pjo #pjo series #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #pjo fandom #incorrect quotes #will solace #michael yew #kayla knowles #austin lake #lee fletcher #apollo cabin #cabin 7 #cabin seven