#thrill rides

[pumpkajelly]

I know low - extreme ride intensity is all pretty subjective so just answer however related to however you feel about it! 🎢

(And feel free to put your number and additional thoughts in the tags if you're curious about your mutuals' amusement park thoughts 👀)

#amusement park #roller coasters #thrill rides #I was thinking about this with fam and curious what people's preferences tend to lean toward! #I have been working at Canada's Wonderland for the halloween haunt this year and staring at coasters a lot #I know this isn't a perfectly comprehensive scale but! #feel free to clarify in the tags too if u wanna #I am at a 3 #But I would generally consider myself an amusement park coward #The drop zone is so scary #but i like being spun around in a centrifuge #🎢

[smoothoperationz]

Valraven @ Cedar point May 2023

#dispatch #amusement parks #roller coasters #rollercoasters #bolliger and mabillard #b&m #dive coaster #thrill rides

[stone-cold-groove]

Something that means something, but only to me.

#pontchartrain beach #thrill rides #roller coasters #die wilde maus #wild maus

[redeyeflyguy]

Wonderful Things That May or May Not Be Wonderful!!! Roller Coasters are rad! Runaway trains riding on steel and/or wood tracks powered by nothing but chains, gravity, and sometimes magnetic launch systems. They go up! They go down! They go upside down and all around! They are THE quintessential theme and amusement park attractions! THE quintessential thrill rides too! Not to mention wonderful. Now remember to scream!

#wonderful #roller coasters #steel #wood #loops #corkscrews #chains #gravity #magnetic launch #theme parks #amusement parks #thrill rides #rides #screaming #quintessential

[supertrainstationh]

Steeplechase Pier, 1995

I stumbled across this photograph and I legit came closer to crying than I had in a long time.

I was the sort of kid who was fixated on the history of Coney Island going back to the 19th Century at a time when most kids my age were barely uttering complete sentences.

I wasn't even born when the Thunderbolt stopped running, but I was around to watch it loom like the skeleton of a long ago slaughtered behemoth whose remains whispered into the sea breeze the legend of its final battle.

Even as run down and bad as Coney Island was in the early 90's, the Thunderbolt's husk stood as a reminder of how much worse things could still get.

But to me, they were a symbol of hope that that past I was obsessed with still had proof which could be plainly visited.

I say this as someone who also lived near the remains of the abandoned Rockaway Playland as well.

By the time I was old enough to travel around on my own and revisit my old childhood stomping grounds, the Thunderbolt had been denied any chance of preservation in probably the most cowardly manner possible...

So I never got the chance to walk out on to Steeplechase Pier and see it like this.

Just standing there, about as I remembered it as a kid, being reclaimed by ivy and rust, but still with plausible hope of at least being EVALUATED for restoration, an evaluation which in the end was refused the chance to even take place before it was bulldozed without notice in the middle of the night.

But yeah, I can count the hours I stood out there on Steeplechase Pier, imagining what it would be like to jump over the end and become a fish like Mr. Limpet.

And I would look back to the shore, under the Parachute Jump where my grandfather once held my mother tight as the mechanical horses glided along their tracks beneath the Pavilion of Fun, and I would know just to the left of it, in that inconspicuous vacant lot, the Thunderbolt, frozen in time, slowly decaying, once stood there, capturing my imagination in spite of its still silence.

After all of that, just to stumble across this photo of this place, looking almost exactly like it does when I make my several-times-per-year visit to the Pier, with Nathans sitting there looking just like it does today, and the Thunderbolt there like nothing ever happened to it other than a few decades of neglect and lingering hope of rescue.

Well, it may have taken 28 years, but I think this photo finally found the eyes of the person for whom it was meant for.

#nostalgia #coney island #new york city #h writes stuff #nyc #thrill rides #theme park #amusement park #roller coaster

[diechotome]

#roller coaster #coaster #intimidator #Dale Earnhardt #diechotome #cloud #clouds #ride #amusement park #thrill ride #thrill rides #carowinds

[goldentrianglepackage]

Get to know about What are the things you can enjoy at Dolphin Water park, Agra

#summer #water park #thrill rides #free rides #agra tour

[tmlfan1977]

In just under a month's time, Keith and I will be heading to Canada's Wonderland in Vaughan, Ontario. Although I haven't set foot there in 14 years, it has always remained one of my all-time favorite places to visit!

Widely known as Canada's premier theme park, Wonderland first opened in 1981. I'm unsure if I was there during the park's opening year as I was only 4 years old at the time, but I recall having visited annually shortly thereafter. I have so many wonderful memories of that place!

Back in the 80's, Hanna-Barbera cartoons reigned supreme, and throughout the park on any given day, costumed employees would meet and greet park-goers dressed as the Smurfs, Scooby-Doo, Fred Flintstone, Captain Caveman, etc. There was an area of the park known as Hanna-Barbera Land which featured an area that resembled a real-life Bedrock. From the building structures to the seating, it was pretty great, especially when you consider that as a kid I would come home from school every day at lunch to watch The Flintstones on television. This was my utopia! They even had outdoor dining tables that resembled The Flintstones' car. I loved it!

They had a roller coaster there called Dragon Fyre (which happens to still be there today). At the time, it was the park's only looping coaster. For two years in a row during the early 80's, I had attempted to ride it, but I had not yet met the minimum height requirement! By the third year, I was finally tall enough.....and it was glorious!

I've always loved thrill rides, even at a young age. There wasn't anything I wouldn't ride. Mind you, having not gone in the last 14 years is somewhat worrisome. I'm now 46 with various aches and pains. I also take medication for high blood pressure. Something tells me I'm going to come back from this excursion either crippled or dead. But to hell with it! Let's throw caution to the wind!

One of my all-time favorite things at Canada's Wonderland has to be the funnel cake. No one makes it like they do. I always made sure to get one every time we'd visit, and this time will be no exception. Served with fresh strawberries, strawberry sauce and vanilla soft serve ice cream, it's almost worth going just for that. Heaven!!

Another great thing about the park I thoroughly enjoy are the shows. They have a diving show where divers jump from atop a waterfall on Wonder Mountain, the centerpiece of the entire park. This year they also have a stunt show, and a circus performance in the large air-conditioned theater. They even have a dog show where canines perform a series of different tricks, etc.

I've seen some great attractions in past years which included laser light shows, a "School of Rock" musical revue, stunt performances, and a killer "Days of Thunder" motion ride!

There was a time from the early 90's to (I believe) the mid-2000's when Paramount Pictures owned the park. A lot of the rides were themed after Paramount movies including "Top Gun", "Tomb Raider", "The Italian Job", etc. When the park was sold to Cedar Fair, most of the ride names were changed. "Top Gun" became "Flight Deck". "Tomb Raider" became "Time Warp", and "The Italian Job" became the "Backlot Stunt Coaster". To this day, I still find myself calling the rides by their original given names! When Paramount had bought the park in the early 90's, they removed the Hanna-Barbara characters, props and insignia (although Scooby-Doo was spared) for Nickelodeon properties such as Dora the Explorer and SpongeBob SquarePants. Then, when Cedar Fair bought it from Paramount, Nickelodeon was replaced with Charlie Brown and the remaining Peanuts characters. I initially found this move odd considering Peanuts haven't been relevant in quite some time, whereas Nick shows were current and would resonate a whole lot more with kids. But I guess they had to work with what they had.

Some of the rides that were there when I was younger have sadly been replaced. The problem lies with the fact that they lack real estate. At one point, they had sold off a lot of their surrounding land where many commercial properties now stand, and in great abundance. By doing so, Wonderland literally has little room to grow and expand. As a result, some rides get taken down to make way for the new. Rides such as "Jet Scream", "SkyRider", "Zumba's Flume" and "The Great Whale of China" were among my favorites that are no longer in existence.

On the plus side for me, having not gone in almost a decade and a half, there are a plethora of NEW rides I'm just itching to try. So I figure now is a good a time as any. At any rate, our trip should be a fun one. I just hope I make it back in one piece!

#theme park #amusement park #canada's wonderland #cedar fair #vaughan ontario #thrill rides #roller coasters

[hithisis9]

Crazy Tagada Ride for Sale!

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#amusement ride manufacturer #amusement rides #amusement park #thrill rides #amusement park rides #tagada ride #disco tagada ride #disco turntable #carnival ride #fair ride #funfair ride for sale

[aquamagicaa]

Dive into Adventure with Aquamagicaa's Thrill Rides

Get ready for a splash of excitement and thrill at Aquamagicaa, where adventure awaits you in the form of water rides. Aquamagicaa is the perfect destination for water lovers and thrill-seekers. The park boasts of an array of adrenaline-pumping water rides that cater to all ages and preferences.

With its thrill rides, exceptional safety measures, and beautiful surroundings, Aquamagicaa is a water park that should definitely be on your bucket list. Get ready to dive into adventure and create unforgettable memories with your family and friends.

#Thrill Rides #Best Thrill Rides #Crazy Thrill Rides

[bleaksqueak]

Since I posted some of my old fanart yesterday... if you're not familiar with Slayers, and thus have never heard its amazing music, do check it out. It's largely by the same songwriter, Masami Okui, that did Utena's iconic opening (Rinbu Revolution) and ofc (TRUTH) and sung by a duo of her and Hayashibara Megumi (you know, the GOAT)

The entire OST pretty much slaps. there's only a couple of bad image songs in an absolute expanse of pure gold. GIVE A REASON, the opening to the second season, tends to be the reigning favorite. (I've a hard time pinning down my absolute favorite... of the original openings, it might be Breeze, but all three are so good. Of the entire catalog? Impossible to choose. Midnight Blue, Raging Waves, Within my Unlimited Desires, Gloria, Get Along... Impossible Choice)

#slayers #the slayers #music #anime #90s anime #Gourry's image song So In the World is like the cutest thing too #the series itself is a deep lore D&D parody swords and sorcery action/adventure series #very firmly a dramedy but when it decides to be serious it goes hard #it very rarely decides to be serious so it's always kind of a thrill when it does lol #but this post is about its soundtrack #namely its vocal songs #and as I said they slap a ridiculous amount #so here #Youtube #what if I go back and put Get Along in here too because I love it so much #I love any version that leaves lina's ramble in at the start #and the lyrics of I WANT THIS I WANT THAT... IT'S JUST HOW GIRLS ARE (showing lina blowing up shit lmao) #Hold on the memories of riding with my granddaddy to the big city next to us #so I could go to suncoast and get the new vhs release of NEXT when it was first being published in the US #just hit me like a sack of bricks #that's a good memory...

[redeyeflyguy]

Wonderful Things That May or May Not Be Wonderful!!! EPCOT was originally intended to be a more serious affair than the original Magic Kingdoms but prior to 1998, the higher-ups realized the park needed a little more pep in its step. So after their sponsorship deal with General Motors was renewed, the old World of Motion attraction (which Fun Fact: broke down on its final trip) was converted and transformed into the all-new, high octane, full throttle Test Track.  Still, this new incarnation would not forget the principles on which the park was founded. It not only was (and still is) the fastest ride in any Walt Disney park with hair pin turns, sudden stops, and close calls to spare but it was also a trip through an automobile testing facility, shedding light on just a few of the many, many tests that car manufacturers perform to make sure that their vehicles pass all safety regulations. This version would sadly be retired in 2012 with General Motors no longer sponsoring and changed (or more accurately reskinned) with Chevrolet at the helm to fit with EPCOT's new direction. The semi-realistic testing facility was changed to a Tron-esque virtual reality and learning about other people creating cars was changed parkgoers creating their own cars.  Either way, you still have a pretty awesome ride that's most certainly worth taking a spin on if you ever visit Disney's World's Fair that never ends. Wonderful all the way! P.S. If you're wondering, I do prefer the original GM version over the new one but to be fair, the new one is still good and has one major advantage over its predecessor: the queue music. I'm 100% serious. Have a listen. It's awesome.

#wonderful #test track #epcot #walt disney world #orlando florida #cars #manufacturing #testing #entertainment #education #fastest #high speed #general motors #cheverolet #world discovery #future world #thrill rides #world of motion #updates #music #queue #Youtube

[erisenyo]

I'd say we can blame the Zukka server for this one except it's been kicking around for a while all on it's own

NSFW ahead - Zutara, bloodbending, humiliation kink, D/s vibess, conensual but not sane or safe, I think we can see where this is going

The first time she has him on his knees it’s an accident—almost.

Katara grunts as Appa takes off, instinctively shifting her weight to counterbalance the heave of take-off, the rush of bloodbending still in her ears. It’s a sharp, jagged thing, sticky in the way it clings to her bending, tugging her awareness away from the rolling ocean and toward the smallest rush instead, looking to grab and hold and crush the water to her will and she knows it’s not water but it’s close enough and she’s just doing what she has to do, what Zuko came with her to do, so for him to turn away like he’s horrified by her, like she’s the monster when he—

“What was that?” Katara snarls, the words bursting out of her, her bending thrumming like she can feel the pulse of every venule in her fingertips.

“What?” Zuko says after a pause, delayed and not looking at her, acting like there’s anything at all to see except ocean over the side of Appa’s saddle, when the only thing around to look at is—

“Back there,” Katara snaps, bending throbbing along with the words and her pulse, high and wild and looking for something to grab onto and that’s the hardest part of bloodbending, the way it wants to be used once it’s been called, a rising flood pressing against the dam of her control. “On that ship, when you—”

“My information was out of date,” Zuko has the gall to shrug, even stiffer than usual about it and nearly entirely turned away, like she’s too disgusting to even look, at the edge of the saddle like he’d be leaping out of it if he had anywhere to go. “But it’s fine, we got his location, we just have to go to—”

“I’m not talking about information,” Katara spits, “I’m talking about you.”

A jerk, his voice coming high and thin. “I—me?”

“You think you’re better than me?” Katara hisses, wishing she could revel in that fear except all she wants his for him to snap and snarl back so that she’d have the excuse to— “Like you’ve never done what you had to do? I don’t need your judgment, Prince Zuko.”

“What?” he says, almost turning toward her before he catches himself. “No, I—” Like he has any ground to try to deflect when he’s acting like she’s something too shameful to even acknowledge. “You just—”

“Shut! Up!” The bending lashes out with the force of it, whipping and rolling right at the object of her rage and freezing his jaw if not his throat.

So when he moans in the sudden silence, they both hear it, clear and lingering even in the rush of wind and waves.

“What—” Katara pulls back, her shock quickly twisting into ready anger as he gasps and whirls fully away like she’s— “Are you mocking me? You think this is a joke?” she snarls as he just shakes his head, mute.

“No, no,” he says, the words tripping out of him, “I don’t, I don’t, I—"

“This isn’t some trick—”

“—I know, I know, you’re—"

“—that you can just laugh at,” she shouts, the bending lashing out of her mid-word, snapping his jaw shut and wrapping into his veins and arteries and forcing him to turn and face her.

It’s a rush of adrenaline-fueled rage and she’s braced to counterbalance his resistance, so she overspins when he goes limp into it instead. She stumbles, instinctively yanking him down as she finds her balance and the way he folds right to his knees, not even fighting.

Katara only half-releases him in surprise this time, but it’s enough for his whimper to go from strangled to loud and clear halfway through, the sound loud and clear, fear and—and making fun of her, when they’re—when this whole thing was his—when they wouldn’t even be here if not for—

“Stop mocking me,” Katara screams, her hands clawing the air as she purposefully reaches out this time, gripping him tight and making him feel her, making sure he feels her bending everywhere.

“I’m—not—a—joke,” she snarls, setting her feet and shoving away the part of her that wonders what Aang would think of her using all their time practicing bending in the air for this and focusing on the wild feeling of exactly what she could do to him instead.

She lifts Zuko bodily into the air until he’s barely supporting his own weight, back arched and arms splayed wide and knees just graving the saddle, making sure he feels her power down to his fucking toes. She strangles any more sounds as she flattens his tongue to the roof of his mouth, his head kicking back, and she can feel the way his pulses pounds, feel the flush of fear in him, the blood rushing to his cheeks and extremities and his—

Zuko lets out a sound that any other time would be protest as she releases him so abruptly he collapses down onto the saddle. But she knows its just gasping for breath and the shock of regaining control of himself after—after straining, ice replacing the rolling fury in her veins as she stares at Zuko fumbling up onto his knees and back, scooting away, his knees drawn up like—like protection. Like he needs protection from her. His chest heaving and mouth wide and face turn away so she can only see his scar and just a sliver of skin, usually pale but still flushed red with—

Katara whirls away, fists clenched at her side as she tries to will away the voice too like Aang’s in the back of her head murmuring ‘two-headed rat viper,’ sadly and quietly and understandingly, like there’s anything here to—

“Get us to Yon Rha,” Katara grits out, the words rough in her throat like she was the one fighting to scream, and Zuko just gasps behind her, breaths harsh, and Katara decides that that is answer enough.

--

The second time she has him on his knees, it’s on purpose. Mostly.

Because the problem is she can’t stop thinking about it, that—that sound. About that sound, and about the way he’d looked at her.

So in snatches and glances and sidelong looks, through the rest of the night and into the morning she watches him. Through the trek across the nondescript, nothing island to the nondescript, nothing village to the nondescript, nothing man who killed her mother, she keeps him in the corner of her eye.

And she knows that he can tell she’s watching, she can see it in the way he holds himself and the angle of his head and in the mortified redness that never truly leaves his face. In the stiffness of his body when she makes the rain fall like daggers around them. And in the look in his eye when he snatches furtive looks back, too, even though she doesn’t know how she knows it, something in his gaze she can’t place except that it makes her think again of that sound, and what it felt like to have him helpless in her hold, and he way he’d curled his legs up in front of himself after…

“Why didn’t you fight me,” Katara demands later as they pause by a stream, Zuko crouching down to wipe the sweat from his face and neck, his hands, cupping water into his mouth and the power of the moon is still lingering in her chi and for a while moment she imagines she could cup that water in her bending, too, cup it and follow it past his lip and—

“You didn’t even try,” she snaps when he just avoids her gaze, temper scraped raw by the idea of being denied this on top of being denied the struggle, on top of all the righteous fury crested inside her with nowhere to go. “You always—you fight why wouldn’t you—”

She breaks off, clenching her hands into fists against the jagged surge in the midst of the rolling ocean of her bending, Zuko hunching forward even more and still not answering, hunching over himself just like before, which means this is the same, which means��

Which means not what she thinks its means. Which means she was wrong then, and she’s wrong now, and he’s just mocking her again, mocking her like—

“It’s like you want to be on your knees,” she accuses, remembering the way he—blurting the words before she even fully thinks them, bravado over uncertainty and then when he just looks away, doesn’t even have the nerve to make a sound, “Or like you want me to put you there.”

Zuko just swallows hard, a flush crawling up his face, and Katara feels like her own face is flushing, barely-banked adrenaline surging back to life and her bending along with it.

“Toph told me how to spot a liar, you know,” she says, watching his lips part as he gasps and she has no idea where the threats are coming from. “I can feel hearts beating and pulses pounding just as well as her.” The quick flash of his tongue, like his lips are suddenly dry. “Would you be lying now if I checked you?”

Katara doesn’t know why she holds her breath, jagged anticipation in her throat, but it’s the only reason she hears the whimper that slips past his bitten lip over the sound of the stream, the noise that’s fear but also—it’s also—

“Should I check?” she says, the words coming out taunting, challenging, her bending shivering with readiness, her awareness sharpening from the heavy rush of the stream to the tight-quick-fast pulse on front of her as Zuko pants a moment, still half-folded forward.

Then, unsteady and low, gold eyes suddenly peaking through his lashes and the fall of his hair, “If it would make you feel better.”

Katara bloodbends him. Not like before, not with that sharp urge to wrench, but shoving into every bit of him hard enough to make him gasp, to make his whole body jerk with it and then go still, caught as she holds, flexing against every bit of him and—

“You like this,” she accuses as she quickly releases him, like that does anything to erase the bright feel of the pathways and pools of his blood from her mind.

And Zuko shakes his head, chest heaving and gasping and that’s familiar to her, too familiar, but the flutter of his lashes along with it—

“Are you lying?” she challenges, and she wonders if he can feel the potential of her bending pulling at his blood as he pants, open-mouthed a moment, body going tight.

Then, “You could check,” he rasps, and it’s such an open invitation that even half-expecting it, Katara still stares a moment before grabbing hold again, pushing to the liquid core of him but leaving his throat free because the way he keens, like he wants it, like she doesn’t even need to check his throbbing pulses to know—

Zuko is still folded half over himself, so she makes him straighten to sit back on his heels, first. Then she makes him drag up his head to look at her, makes him keep his eyes open until they bead and water and she’d do something about that except for the way the strain against her grip is like he’s trying to tilt back into it. And then she forces his knees to spread, wide enough to draw out a panting whimper and further than she expected and more than enough to see the bulge in his pants.

“You like it,” Katara says, her mouth suddenly dry—adrenal response, a voice like Yugoda’s says in the back of her head—as she stares at the dark fabric straining against the length of him, the way she can see his shape so clearly, see him press flat by the fabric against his own leg and it can’t be comfortable and—

 Katara gives him enough play to talk, to argue, to say its stress or adrenaline or just the natural responses of a teenage male body experiencing hormonal surges. But he just groans, letting out a low, pleading sound of denial and she can feel the way he strains to close his thighs but she still has him in her hold and she’s attuned to his blood, she can feel the way he’s reacting, she has felt it, and even if she couldn’t she can see.

“You like it,” she says again, more to herself except she can see the way he bites his lip against it even as she can feel the rush of his blood, can feel exactly where it’s pooling and even if he doesn’t like it, his body undeniably does.

Except Katara thinks he might like that, too. Because his invitation is still hanging in the air and she can’t fight the urge to figure this out, figure him out, arching his back—he likes that—and flexing his fingers—he’s indifferent, or what baselines as indifference for him in the current situation—and closing his lips—oh, he really like that, that gives her a new baseline. And she can see the hardness between his legs, the one she isn’t causing, at least not with bending—at least not directly with bending. And she can see the way he gasps and pants as much as she’ll allow it, hear the half-pleading groans that don’t entirely muffle against his sealed lips.

And the way she can feel the strain of his body, what he fights and what he tries to sink into, the shivers and tremors and Tui and La the jerks of his hips that she presses instinctively to stillness, and then again because the way it makes him moan—she shoves with her bending, gripping and pushes and finally following the flow of blood as much as controlling it, making her presence known beneath his skin, deliberately pressing it through him inch by inch and feeling heady with the precision of it, with that she can make his body do, what she can make it feel.

There’s the increased blood pressure throbbing against her pending, the quickened pulse, the blood rushing away from the heart, so like fear except for the way the blood is also flushing up his abdomen and Katara is fascinated by the way she can feel the steady spread of it before she ever sees the wash of red reach his neck and face.

There’s the blood stiffening his nipples, erectile tissue going hard just like his already-full penis, Yugoda’s voice again brisk and papery in the back of Katara’s mind, talking about arteriolar dilation and increased blood flow, about supraspinal centers and spinal reflex mechanisms and Katara wonders wildly which one is, wonders when exactly he got hard, and why, and how and—

Zuko’s blood throbs against her bending like it’s in her own veins and Yugoda’s clinical vice in memory talks through the stages of male arousal, Katara noting each one, wondering what this would feel like with her healer’s sense instead of the jagged sharpness of bloodbending but it’s impossible to do both with Zuko gasping and straining and throbbing this way, with the way she can feel his flush rising even hotter, blood rushing even lower, feel he way he swells even further, so much it has to hurt and the sound he makes says maybe it does but that he doesn’t mind, his muscles straining against her hold, a textbook case of male arousal and on a woman she’d feel—

Katara yank her bending so hard back to herself that Zuko cries out with it, his entire body arching against the hold that’s no longer there. His hips jerk against nothing, a wordless protest breaking past his lips, then another as he falls forward to catch himself on hands and knees, head bowed and body visibly clenching still, gasping almost like sobs with every breath, fingers digging into the dirt.  

“You like it,” Katara finally says, low, watching the flex of his fingers into the dirt, the humiliated hunch of his shoulders and flex of his hips. “You like not liking it,” she realizes, staring another moment and feeling the echo of his throbbing blood before suddenly whirling to stomp back to the path and the beach and Appa, trying not to listen for how long it takes Zuko to follow and forcibly shoving away the awareness of her own pulsing blood.

#fic writing #my writing #Zutara #bloodbending #This...might become a full fic #This *wants* to become a full fic. full of kinky smut and characterization via smut and exploring kink by making all the mistakes first #Something something Katara having a lot of rage and power and lashing out and learning to wield it wisely and thoughtfully and responsibly #But not to be afraid of it #And Zuko riding the thrill and fear of adrenaline of offering himself ot her and the release of being the one to decide how he is controlle #And learning to sset boundaries and enjoy the pleasure his body can give him and not just punish himsself #Anyway. Much to think about...

[cptn-bluebeard]

This episode had EVERYTHING. Ares casually starting a Twitter war. Haddaway’s “What is Love” playing while Percy and Annabeth watched Hephaestus’ life story. Seaweed Brain. Hephaestus serving Gepetto/old wise inventor to the max. Percy standing up to Ares’s bitch ass. Grover manipulating a god to get answers.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #thrill ride o’love #ares #hephaestus #SEAWEED BRAIN HAS BEEN SPOKEN #I can’t wait to hear Percy call her wise girl #ALSO can we talk about the abandoned theme park? #I think it looked great and if this show possibly continues I can’t wait to see the junkyard that Aphrodite sends them to in book 3 #there’s only 3 more episodes :(

[mckittericks]

trick or treat! 🎃

Happy Halloween, Paz!!!

#trick or treat asks #lotr #gigolas #let's pretend this is riding to the Paths of the Dead #also so so so thrilled you asked Paz #I've been holding onto this bady boy since... #2017?!?!?!

[mooseonahunt]

Ya know that iconic moment where Luis shouts “Hope you like thrill rides!” while he and Leon are in the mines? And how Leon sounds like he’s gonna be sick while the mine cart plummets? But then he asks Ashley if she likes thrill rides right before they speed off on the jet ski and he’s pretty much unphased? Yeah.

Just gonna headcanon that Leon likes thrill rides but was pretending to be bothered by them so Luis could hold him and be like “dw babe I got you.”

#I’m just saying words rn #Luis: Hope you like thrill rides! #Leon (lying through his teeth): I hate them #Luis: You can hold my hand if you get too scared #luis serra #luis serra navarro #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #Serennedy #serrennedy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #re4r #re4 #moose posting