#I love how Percy isn’t perfect here

[twinsarekeepers]

“This isn’t the Arch, seaweed brain. You’re not pushing me into the stairwell again.”

First of all, LINE DELIVERY?? Leah Sava Jeffries is an ACTRESS because ‘seaweed brain’ is actually so corny and it would simply feel like fan-service if they included it earlier or in another context but this was so natural and I was so swept up by all the other amazing things happening that I was excited about it but also keyed into the rest of the scene.

But the way this perfectly displays her fatal flaw. She will not let this boy trick her again (spoiler: he does). She was caught off guard at the Arch because she wasn’t familiar with his game but now she’s ready. She WILL die for him and that is final.

“Yes, I am.”

This was CRAZY?? Percy Jackson #1 mentally unstable man because how is he determined to win every ‘sacrifice myself’ off with her? And he says it to her face too. He does not care for the games anymore, he’s fully telling her that he needs her to live.

“I’m not going to let you this time. It doesn’t work that way!”

This made me so incredibly sad. Annabeth is still thinking in transactions. She’s thinking about how he made a sacrifice in the Arch so it’s her turn now. This is how relationships work. This is how every relationship she’s had works. She literally can’t comprehend how he doesn’t see it that way. How he could be selfless enough to sacrifice himself for her TWICE. How he could care about her enough to believe she deserves it even after she was the reason they were in the Arch in the first place (my baby my baby say it with me now you’re my baby).

“It’s why you’re here!”

“Excuse me?”

This was so soft like I just *screaming crying gif*. The last time she said ‘excuse me’ to him she was pissed off about him bringing up Athena but now she’s just confused and sad. Like, she trying to figure out what he means by this. Does he think she’s so heartless and robotic that she’d just let him die for her own gain?

I also love how they don’t have her say ‘what?’ because it just adds this extra layer of how Annabeth has trained herself to be more mature in everything she does, even her language, because she believes that if she’s not perfect, she’s not worthy of love and affection and maybe even existing (literally sobbing wtf).

“When I was choosing my team, I told Chiron I needed someone who wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice me if the quest required it. He agreed. That was you.”

I was confused at first about this because I thought Annabeth knew Percy thought this about her until I went back and watched the choosing ceremony again. He’s definitely keeping his voice lower as he speaks to Chiron and both Chiron and him are raising their voice as they address the other campers so makes sense that she wouldn’t have heard him.

But also, this just adds so much to literally everything. Because, in the beginning, Percy didn’t think him and Annabeth would become friends. He genuinely did think that she would sacrifice him if she had to and he thought he’d be able to curb it. He thought he’d be able to fight Annabeth if it came to it because she might choose the quest over his mom and he couldn’t allow that.

But now here he is, after getting to know her, and seeing her vulnerability and bravery and strength and courage and wisdom and passion and everything that makes her so beautiful and wonderful and amazing and his friend. She’s his friend and she’d never betray him. She’d never sacrifice him. She’d rather sacrifice herself before she ever did anything to harm him.

And he’s apologizing to her. Listen to the way Walker says the last line (again, THE ACTING). It’s literally a confession because he feels so bad that he ever believed that about her. And now he’s making her do it. He’s making her do this thing that he once thought she’d have done without hesitation. He’s thinking about the Fates cutting that string and he’s thinking about his own words to Chiron and how Chiron agreed and he’s thinking about how Annabeth said that prophecies aren’t always clear and he fully believes that he’s figured it out. This is fate. Annabeth would sacrifice him and complete the prophecy. She’ll be the friend that betrays him but not because she wanted to and he will fail to save what matters most, his own life.

This entire exchange was very insane. It’s my Roman Empire. I can’t stop thinking about it because it shows their motivations and their viewpoints and their internal struggles so so so well like I can’t even … I’m having a malfunction.

[cece693]

He's Taken (Jason Grace x Son of Aphrodite)

Since one of you requested something with Jason and a son of Aphrodite, I wrote this to prepare for it :)

Summary: Piper has had the biggest crush on Jason...too bad he's already taken and by her sibling, no less.

tags: Piper chases after Jason, she should've known he was taken, you're Aphrodite's favorite child, jealousy between siblings, protective Jason

Piper should’ve known Jason was taken the moment he politely turned down her flirtatious remarks, following it up by calling her a "very good friend." Friend. That word alone should’ve raised multiple red flags, but Piper was blinded by her crush on the son of Jupiter. Maybe Jason was just as oblivious as Percy had been, from what Annabeth had fondly recalled, but when their group arrived at Camp Half-Blood and the Roman immediately ran toward a handsome boy waiting at the camp’s border, Piper finally understood.

The reason Jason wasn’t interested in her was because he was already in a relationship—with you, M/N, Aphrodite’s most favored child. Though no one had explicitly said you were the favorite, the moment Piper stayed in Cabin 10 and saw you casually conversing with your mother through a seashell—as if it were the most natural thing in the world—she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Here you were, not only in a relationship with Jason, the boy she liked, but you were also head of Cabin 10, and on such good terms with Aphrodite, a goddess often criticized for her distant treatment of her children.

Piper wanted to hate you, but it was impossible.

You were kind—too kind. You had a natural charm that Piper couldn’t help but notice, and it wasn’t long before you started forming close friendships with the rest of her friends. You had been friends with Annabeth, Percy, and Nico way before Piper knew them, so that didn't sting, but when Hazel, Frank, and Leo began to enjoy your company, hanging out without a care in the world, it stung.

Each interaction stoked Piper’s jealousy. She could see how easily you fit in with everyone—how naturally people gravitated toward you. It wasn’t your fault, but it felt like you were taking over her world.

Then, she heard about the rite of passage.

While spending more time with the children of Aphrodite, Piper learned about an old tradition within the cabin. Each camper, once they had reached a certain level of maturity or skill, was expected to break someone’s heart. It was supposed to be a test—an initiation of sorts to prove their power over love, to demonstrate that they could wield it as a tool. It had been prohibited a while back, campers calling it an outdated and cruel practice, but Piper couldn’t shake the feeling that you were still following the old ways.

You're playing him, she thought bitterly. How dare you wrap him around your finger, only to break his heart down the line. Upon discovering this, she was unable to take it anymore. Storming into Cabin 10, while the rest of camp was busy at the dining pavilion, Piper found you sitting on your bed, reading, looking annoyingly serene.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Piper spat, her voice trembling with barely contained rage.

You looked up slowly, frowning at the harsh tone. “What?"

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know,” Piper snapped, stepping closer. “I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re using Jason, stringing him along, just waiting for the perfect moment to break his heart.”

“Piper, you’re not making any sense. What are you talking about?”

“The rite of passage!” Piper’s voice was rising, her emotions barely under control. “That ridiculous tradition your cabin has where you break someone’s heart to prove yourself. That’s what you’re doing to Jason, isn’t it? You’re leading him on, playing him!”

You sighed, setting your book aside, your patience wearing thin. “Piper, you’re letting your jealousy cloud your judgment. This isn’t about Jason or some old tradition—this is about you not being able to accept that Jason is with someone else.”

Piper’s eyes flashed, her fists clenching at her sides. “Don’t twist this around on me! I’m trying to protect Jason. You’re going to hurt him—I know it. You’ve been manipulating him from the start!”

“No, Piper,” you said firmly, standing to face her. “This is your jealousy talking. You’re so desperate to find something—anything—to make Jason yours that you’re willing to believe whatever makes me the villain. But the only thing you're doing is pushing him away. Accept that he only sees you as a friend."

Although Piper disliked you immensely, that didn't mean you were happy to see your sibling suffer. Love was both a blessing and a curse. While you felt in paradise, basking in Jason's love, Piper suffered from painful, unrequited love.

Piper’s breath caught in her throat, her anger faltering for a moment as your words struck a chord. But she quickly pushed it aside, shaking her head. “That’s not true. I just don’t want to see him get hurt.”

“You don’t want to see him get hurt, or you don’t want to see him happy with someone else?”

Piper’s face flushed with anger and hurt. “I love him! And I know he loves me too, he just doesn’t see it because you’ve blinded him!”

Before the argument could escalate further, the cabin door swung open, and Jason stepped inside, his brow furrowed with confusion. His sharp blue eyes flicked between you and Piper, quickly sensing the tension in the room. “What’s going on?”

Piper turned to him, her desperation clear as she rushed to explain, “Jason, you have to listen to me—M/N’s just using you, manipulating your feelings to pass some sick test!”

Jason’s frown deepened, clearly caught off guard by her accusation. “What are you talking about?”

Piper’s voice cracked, a mix of panic and emotion seeping through as she took another step toward him, her eyes pleading. “That old rite of passage—where a child of Aphrodite has to break someone’s heart. He’s just waiting for the perfect moment to tear you apart. I’m trying to protect you from getting hurt!”

Jason blinked, his confusion gradually giving way to understanding. His posture relaxed as he sighed, but his voice remained firm. “Piper, stop. You’re wrong.”

Piper froze in place, her heart pounding in her chest as Jason’s words sunk in. “What? No, Jason, I’m not wrong! They’re lying to you!”

Jason stepped forward, his gaze steady and unwavering. “No, they’re not. I already know about the rite of passage, Piper. M/N told me about it a long time ago.”

The room seemed to close in on Piper, her world momentarily spinning. “You…you knew?”

Jason nodded slowly. “Yes. And I also know that it was M/N who banned it.”

Piper shook her head, her mind racing as she tried to process what he was saying. “No, that can’t be true. He’s just...how can you be so sure?”

Jason sighed softly, stepping closer to her, his voice quieter but filled with conviction. “Piper, I know you’re trying to protect me, but you have to understand—I know M/N. I know him better than anyone, and he would never hurt me. He loves me too much to do something as horrible as that."

Piper’s eyes darted between the two of you, still filled with confusion and doubt. “But what if you’re wrong? What if—”

“I’m not wrong, Piper,” Jason interrupted gently but firmly, his gaze unwavering. “I trust him completely. He’s never given me a reason to doubt him.”

Piper stood there, frozen for a moment, Jason’s words echoing in her mind. The certainty in his voice, the way he spoke about M/N with such unwavering trust—it hit her like a punch to the gut. Jason was in love with him. Truly, deeply in love.

Her heart cracked. No matter how much she wanted to believe she could change his mind, the reality was staring her in the face: she didn’t stand a chance.

Without saying another word, Piper took a step back, her chest tightening as the weight of her unrequited feelings pressed down on her. She bit her lip to keep the tears from spilling, her pride barely holding together. Then, before either of you could say anything more, she turned on her heel and fled the cabin, the door swinging shut behind her with a soft thud.

Jason stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, his expression a mixture of regret and sadness. He sighed softly, turning back to you with a look of concern. “I didn’t mean for things to get that heated. I never wanted to hurt her.”

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him in a gentle embrace. “She’ll be okay. She just needs time to process everything. It's not easy to get over a crush; I should know.”

Your attempt at a joke landed miserably, but to your relief, Jason let out a small chuckle, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a warmth that enveloped both of you.

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have you?” he asked, his voice soft and sincere.

“Oh, just like a thousand times,” you replied playfully. “But I also ask myself the same thing: how did I get so lucky as to find you, Jason Grace?”

Smiling up at him, you felt your cheeks heat up as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, gazing at you with quiet admiration. The world around you faded into the background, leaving just the two of you wrapped in this moment. “I don’t deserve you.” he said, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

You shook your head with a chuckle, determined to dispel his doubts. “You deserve all the good things, Jason.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[lilislegacy]

Putting aside our personal preferences and what we ship, do you think in-universe Jason is written to be considered more handsome than Percy?

Ugh, I miss getting questions like this (and the height one) because I LOVE to analyze. So thank you. Also, I love both Jason and Percy. I dedicate my blog to Percy, but I adore my cute little blonde Superman too, so I feel like I’m not too biased.

But to answer your question, I just think it’s completely subjective. I mean, they’re both consistently described as handsome. More people comment on Jason’s attractiveness, but more people actually fall for Percy. I do think Jason is written to be the more “conventionally” attractive of the two, but what does that even mean?

They’re both tall. They both have beautiful eyes.

Percy is leaner, has a darker mediterranean complexion (often described with a slight tan or sea-weathered look), messy black hair that never seems to stay in place, and a sort of “troublemaker” aesthetic. His features aren’t clean-cut, but they’re striking—especially his sea-green eyes. There’s something a little rougher and more lived-in about his appearance. As Piper said, he’s attractive in a more “scruffy” way, which she herself isn't into. He’s got more of that disheveled-troubled-New-Yorker look going on hahaha. I think Apollo says it best: “As usual, I was struck by his resemblance to his father, Poseidon. He had the same sea-green eyes, the same dark tousled hair, the same handsome features that could shift from humor to anger so easily” (The Hidden Oracle).

Jason, by contrast, is a bit sturdier—broader shoulders, more solid build. He has a fair/light complexion, short-cropped blonde hair, and bright sky-blue eyes. His facial features are softer and more symmetrical—chiseled in that way that feels like he stepped out of a military poster or a historical sculpture. He’s very “put together” visually. Annabeth isn’t attracted to Jason because she says Jason looks “too perfect.” Which I can actually relate to because do you guys ever see those men who you know are objectively perfect looking but they almost look artificial and it’s offputting? That’s how Jason is kinda described. His face has a ‘Ken doll effect.’

In the books, Jason is compared to a Roman statue—a nod to his flawless, sculpted, almost too perfect appearance. Percy, on the other hand, is compared to a Roman god—striking, powerful, but with a more dangerous, lived-in kind of beauty. One looks polished, the other looks untamed.

So… I just think it completely depends on what you like. Jason is attractive in a conventional, heroic good-boy way. Percy is attractive in a disheveled, kinda dangerous bad-boy way. Pick your poison.

I also think personality plays a huge role in how they are perceived, because they are complete contrasts of each other in many ways. But I focused on the purely physical aspects here.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

THE CHALLENGE

Pairing - Clarisse La rue x (implied Child of Hecate) fem reader

An - so like every book in the first pjo series is essientally a parody of a myth and since SOM is based on the odyssey I was thinking like what if while clarisse was gone her partner took the place of Penelope yk you’ll understand.

- this ain’t proofread so..

It’s been over a month since we last heard from clarisse. Since her departure to find the fleece camp had only gotten worse. The Demeter, Apollo and Dionysus cabin were focusing all their efforts into Thalia's tree; it was a futile attempt at prolonging its position. The Ares cabin had only gotten more tense as well, they were put in charge of monitoring the camp with the Athena and Aphrodite cabin as all their parents are war gods.

Tantalus hasn’t made it either, seeing as he loves to spread rumors, many campers have lost faith in clarisse. Since her departure I’ve been stuck helping make protective potions with my siblings. We’ve been doing everything we can think of, and for the most part the sigils and elixirs have been helping. I’ve been so lost in my work and worry that I hadn’t realized it was dinner until Lou Ellen grabbed me.

“Hey” she sighed “dinners done, it’s steak and you know how fast steak is gone.” Lou softly chuckled at the end of her sentence. She loosened her grip on my arm and stepped back.

I nodded and closed the potions book. “Let’s go” I yawned.

Inside the dining hall I quickly sunk into my seat at the Hermes table. I was beyond exhausted, the same as everyone else. While I slowly ate my meal my attention was immediately drawn to a growing scene. A young camper who just arrived at camp was being berated by Andre, a son of Ares. He was telling the kid how foolish he is and how his optimism is laughable.

“Andre!” I yelled. I didn’t want to step in, really I just wanted to rest, but exhaustion isn’t an excuse for lashing out. I walked up to the ares table and moved the kid to be behind me. “What is your problem?”

“This kid is leaping around acting like everything is perfect and dandy but I’m out here busting my ass everyday with not just my cabin but the others trying to protect this god's forsaken camp!” Andre yelled. “This runt is singing clarisses praises and pretending like she’s on her way back now with the fleece!”

“She is on her way back! You need to have faith in your sister the same way she has faith in you and everyone else!”

Andre clicked his tongue “When was the last time you heard from clarisse.” He spoke strongly.

“I..” I looked around for help and I soon realized I was being fed to the wolves.

“Nobody has heard from her in over a month. It’s getting close to two. Percy and Annabeth are gone too. We are fucked HOW do you not see that! What was the last thing she told you, huh?!” He wasn’t yelling anymore, Andre was being harsh and cruel.

“She told me she had finally entered the sea of monsters.” I tried to bite my tongue.

Andre stepped close to me until we were face to face. I could feel his hot breath on my face. “Clarisse is dead.” He tightened his fist and pushed past me walking to the directors table. “I demand a new councilor be chosen for the Ares cabin. Sherman is in no position to lead with his broken leg.”

Dionysus and Tantalus looked at one another. “I agree, we need a strong leader during these hard and challenging times.” Tantalus announced. He stood up and lifted an empty goblet into the air. “I declare that the new counselor is an—“

“Wait!” I yelled. The room went quiet and all eyes were on me. “You can’t just do that, announce a new counselor. The rules state that if one dies then a burial shroud must be made and a proper funeral must take place before a new one can be announced.”

“Yes but the rules also state that in cases of emergency a new counselor can be announced before the ceremony.” Andre threw back.

“This isn’t an emergency though, we’re not in an active war and we have plenty of active counselors around so that we have time for a proper ceremony.” I retaliated and walked to the directors table. “Allow me to take care of the shroud. I was Clarisse's partner, the job should be given to me.”

“What about the sigils and elixirs?” Andre chuckled.

“I will make time!” I shouted accidently. I sighed heavily and looked back at Mr. D. “It’s the right thing to do. Then after I finish the shroud a new leader can be picked.”

Mr. D groaned and set his Diet Coke down. “Do what you want.”

I smiled and let out a sigh of relief. I was so caught in my own comfort that I failed to realize the kids staring daggers into my heart.

Three weeks have passed since the dinner incident. I didn’t actually believe clarisse was dead but I knew I couldn’t give up her position. Like I had said I made time to weave a shroud in my spare time. Little did the other campers know I would unthread my work every night to prolong the process. My plan was flawless, All I needed to do was buy time.

After a hot shower I walked over to the campfire to finally relax and spend time with my friends. As I sat down Andre stood up and cleared his throat. “Before we do the camp songs I’d like to tell a story.”

Everyone nodded, it was normal for kids to share scary stories or just funny things they saw that day. Andre nodded and slowly walked the large bond fire. “So today I was out scouting the camp, you know normal stuff. I saw a hellhound and Josh freaked out and tripped over a branch running away.” He chuckled. “Funny I know, well anyways I was having a good day, no arguments, no excuses, it was good. Until.. I had an Athena kid come up to me scared. Now you all know I’m not a bad guy, if someone needs help I’m gonna help. But what she told me well I was shocked.” He stopped in front of me and looked into my eyes. “See, the bitch in charge of making my sister's shroud has played us all for fools. Every night you undo all the work to the shroud and try to make the process longer so you can prolong the inevitable choice the directors are gonna make.”

My eyes went wide and my stomach dropped. I started to stutter on my words but was cut off by Andre. “Tomorrow a new counselor for the Ares cabin will be chosen and as for my sister's burial, we will hold it after Kirsten Pearson, daughter of Athena finishes the shroud.”

The crowd cheered and I rose from my seat. Standing on the log I loudly spoke. “Andre is right I’ve deceived you. Tomorrow we will choose a new counselor and I already have a challenge created. It’s a fair and simple task with no dirty tricks. If you want I will share it with the other camp counselors and they can confirm what I’m saying is true… That is unless you have another way to pick the right leader Andre.”

The campers looked around and whispered. Andre was thrown off guard by my proposal but quickly agreed to it as a means to not seem embarrassed. The date was set and I could only pray that clarisse made it back in time.

On my way back to my cabin I felt a hand grab my arm. It was gentle but still had an essense of strength, it was the same as clarisses. I turned around believing my prayers were answered, however I only saw Andre.

“Can I help you?” I questioned.

“I just want to talk,” he softly spoke. I thought for a moment before agreeing. We walked off to the border of the forest for some privacy.

Once we came to a stop I pulled my arm out of his grasp and simply looked at him. Andre smiled and rolled his eyes. “Common i'm not gonna bite”

“You just embarrassed me in front of the entire camp.”

“And you’ve been deceiving the entire camp for weeks, That’s called karma.” He chuckled. Andre was right and I couldn’t argue with the truth. After a moment he calmed down. “I know you were dating clarisse and what not but I was thinking, after I become a counselor maybe I could take you on a date sometime.”

Immediately my face turned to disgust and I stepped back. “Sorry but I'm not interested, Thought it was obvious.”

“I thought you were a smart girl.” He mused. Grabbing my arm again he pulled me close. “Common, just give me a chance,”

My body went into a panic and I shoved my knee into his gut. Andre tumbled over and I took the chance to run back to my cabin. Only the gods knew where clarisse was and as I fled I said a silent prayer to them all, praying that they wouldn’t actually forsake their children.

The entire camp was settled into the theater. They were excited to see what I had planned and for the first time in weeks it was the only thing people could look forward to. Counselor positions when it was made an entire cabin challenge were always thrilling.

I stepped out onto the stage and instantly my nerves became stronger. It was pure anxiety I felt, and the only thing on my mind was ‘what if this doesn’t work’. Below I saw Andre and his brothers looking and snickering at me, Andre himself seemed just a little butt hurt after his rejection but I didn’t care.

Stepping forward I grabbed the microphone and loudly spoke. “To determine the next leader of Cabin Five Ares, the challenge set is to restring the former leaders War Bow and shoot through twelve ax Handle sockets cleanly. Only then will the strong and intelligent lead the children of war!”

Instantly the crowds erupted in cheers and the Ares kids stood up eager to try their hand. I lifted the palintonos into the air and allowed the crowds to see the physical test that was before them. When clarisse and I first met she told me that this bow was a gift from her mother, it was held in their family for a long time and when she was claimed by ares her mother knew clarisse would put it to good use. Now for the first time in generations will it finally be restrung, and for once clarisse will need it.

Charles Beckendorf placed the well cut axes in a line and Micheal Yew demonstrated how the arrow should fly. From there the competition began.

Days had passed and by the end of the week not one of the Ares kids could finish the challenge. Many of them complained how it was rigged and impossible but Malcolm Pace the vice counselor for the Athena cabin assured them that this was in fact a clean and simple challenge.

On the final day of the competition Andre stepped forward to attempt the bow again. Just when it seemed like he was close the string slipped from his hands and cut a deep scar on his cheek. Everyone went quiet as the boy screamed in pain. Micheal ran to Andre and took action assessing the wound.

“Get off me!” Andre almost screamed. Throwing Micheal off of him he stood up, grabbed the bow and slammed it on the ground. “Screw this challenge! Can’t you all see that we’re being played!”

“Andre calm down—“ one of his sisters spoke up only to be cut off.

“No! This was never meant to be a fair fight! None of us are supposed to be able to string this damn bow!” Andre yelled. His blow up continued to grow as he threw accusations not only at me but at the counselors who gave the ok on the event.

So caught up in the moment Andre never realized the quiet crowds. Only when an arrow shot past him and grazed his ear did he turn around. Standing at the front of the axs holding the strung bow was clarisse. Pulling out another arrow she seamlessly shot one after the other through the axs.

When the quiver was empty she dropped the weapon and walked up to her brother. Taking off the letterman jacket it turned into the Golden Fleece, clarisse shoved it into her brother's chest. “Never doubt me again.” Her threat was clear. She turned to the camp and gave them a dirty look. “What are you looking at?! There’s a tree dying people!”

Everyone got from their seats and quickly moved to Thalia's tree. Once the arena was cleared out clarisse turned around. I stood shocked, not a thought in my mind. My face changed and tears fell from my eyes, the emotions flooding my body were too much to handle.

Clarisse ran over and grabbed me, her hand protectively holding my head. After a few seconds she chuckled. “I heard what you did. A whole month you threw the camp off. That’s kinda badass”

“Shut up” my voice was muffled into her shirt.

Pulling back she kissed my forehead before softly kissing my lips. It was needy and longing, I had almost forgotten it’s been months since we last saw one another. Breaking the moment clarisse looked at my eyes and sighed. “Thalia's waiting,” taking my hand she led me to the hill, her grip was tight and it was clear she was never planning to let go.

Heyyy… heyyy… so it’s been like almost a year since I last posted. I’m not making a return I’m just writing for fun. Lowkey I’ve been busy w school and just life and I also lost the passion to write for fandoms yk. I’m more active on AO3 and I’m working on a rewrite for one of my oc stories (it’s a butch femme 1950s fic). My A03 is the same as my tumblr so if ur interested go check it out, I plan on posting my rewrite in a few weeks I just need to finish some chapters. Anyways uh I just wanted to write my silly lil idea.

[amillionideas]

Molly Weasley: The Good, The Bad, and the Overbearing

Look, Molly is lovely in many ways, fiercely protective, deeply caring, but let’s be honest: she’s also overbearing, judgmental, and has a blind spot the size of the Burrow when it comes to her kids’ emotional struggles. Like… how do you not notice Ron’s crippling insecurities? And don’t even get me started on her treatment of Fleur (or Hermione in Goblet of Fire). There’s a pattern here, and it’s rooted in her traditional views, especially when it comes to gender roles.

And while we’re on the subject, let’s be real, the whole "hating Fleur" arc? That’s 100% on JKR and her, uh, interesting views on women. Molly’s behavior isn’t happening in a vacuum, it reflects a broader issue in how female characters who embrace femininity or don’t fit a "strong but nurturing" mold get treated in the series. Fleur was right there surviving dragons and loving Bill through literal disfigurement, and Molly still couldn’t give her a break.

I can absolutely see Molly being that mother-in-law. The one who quietly (or not so quietly) disapproves of her sons’ partners, especially if they don’t fit into her narrow vision of what a "proper wife" should be. Fleur? Too vain and glamorous. Audrey? Too independent, too modern. And let’s be real, if the boys didn’t step in and set boundaries, that kind of behavior would wreak havoc on their relationships. (More on how I think they’d handle that… later. Muahahah.)

And Ginny? Oh, you know there would be tension. Ginny’s ambitious, independent, and not the type to give up her career to play house. I imagine post-war Ginny being even more determined to live on her own terms, whether that means playing professional Quidditch or just refusing to settle into the "perfect daughter" mold. That’s not something Molly would take lightly, and the clash between her mother’s expectations and her own desires would be so interesting to explore.

I’m particularly obsessed with the idea of Ron and Percy being the ones to draw the line with Molly. (Yes, this is my blatant favoritism showing, no, I’m not sorry.) Both of them went through major personal growth: Ron finally recognizing his own worth, and Percy reckoning with the harm his rigid worldview caused. Post-war, they’d understand how important it is to support their partners and to demand respect for the choices they all make. I can see Ron, in particular, being hyper-aware of the emotional labor Hermione carries and stepping in when Molly crosses a line.

There’s so much potential for complex family dynamics here. The war forced all the Weasley kids to grow up fast, and after everything they’ve survived, I don’t see them quietly accepting Molly’s more regressive attitudes anymore. They’d push back. They’d have those tough, necessary conversations. And honestly? That growth, on both sides, would make for such a satisfying exploration of family, identity, and learning how to let go of the roles you’ve always played.

Molly may not love the idea of her daughter and daughters-in-law prioritizing careers over children, but if the boys step up and refuse to let her dictate their lives? That’s where the real power shift happens. And I, for one, would love to see it.

[randomness-is-my-order]

the pjo show’s cinematography is so warm and homey and clever and detail-oriented so i wanna compile a few of my favourite still shots because why not??

^this one had me smiling so hard, not because it’s a particularly beautiful shot but the framing of the three is so well done. the focus is on sally who is talking to grover (both prominently in the front of the shot) while percy – who isn’t a part of the conversation but a listener of it – is still properly visible through the glass of the door and like??? i just think it’s a super cool way of having a passive character in the shot that i haven’t ever seen before, in a way that percy is both highlighted and still so clearly in the background that it doesn’t take away from the focus characters. also percy’s sweater matching the colours on the door is the cherry on top!!

^next is this one. it’s so perfectly angsty and though not complete, the symmetry is still eye-catching. it encapsulates the feeling percy must experience in that moment–him, amidst destruction, knowing he’s the cause but not knowing how or why. he looks all of twelve with his haphazard hoodie and almost forlorn look. he is not gloating, he is not cheerful. though he doesn’t know the gravity of his parentage, it’s almost like the show is telling us that his powers–which cause the door to break, too btw–will always be a source of isolation for percy. he is a force of nature, a destructive one most of the time, and the fact that he is just a child who is confused will never matter because this world doesn’t care for childhood but godhood alone.

idk, this shot just evokes a very unsettling kind of sadness for me. i think it’s beautifully framed.

^i absolutely love this one simply for the fact that the sheer struggle of the fight is so prominently visible. and yes, i cheated, this isn’t exactly a still shot but like an action sequence screenshot but whatever, it’s too good to not mention it here. the way percy is, honest to gods, bracing against the spear for his dear life, the evident and overwhelming rage on clarisse’s face, the blocking of the scene – it’s perfect. clarisse is not playing and percy is genuinely in danger and i love how this shot and the whole scene really sold us on that fact.

^ i just think it’s extremely cool that we can see the minotaur howling in pain, percy having his mouth wide open as if he’s letting out a yell as he goes to plunge the horn and that as percy does this act–killing the minotaur–which is surefire source of safeguarding himself and grover, something that will get him to camp, we can see thalia’s tree in the background. there is no reason percy had to make the kill here, with the chaos of the fight, so the fact that this is the spot and this is the shot as he kills the minotaur makes me think it’s deliberate. having thalia in the background is so impactful because again, percy could have met a similar fate in some other alternate universe but here, he wins and he survives.

^ do i even need to explain??? the shot is pretty and beautiful and almost magical. percy, alone with a tin of fire, burning blue food and talking to his mother. maybe one thing i can point out is that the sally-percy bond has been heavily indicated through glowing lights since the start. if you recall, the “you are not broken” speech by sally was given in front of the warm, glowing headlights of the car and percy’s face was illuminated by that warmth just the same way it is illuminated by the tin-fire in the forest.

^ first, this is too fucking gorgeous. second, percy is wearing his red jacket again and this dream happened after he reached camp so in my opinion, this dream was initially a comfortable imagining of percy’s mind and was then hijacked by kronos but i could be wrong since i don’t clearly remember how they manifested in the books originally. nevertheless, it’s a great detail to have him wear the red jacket because even if he may not have it with him anymore, it’s still clearly something he holds dear – and might associate sally’s memories with.

also, the fact that percy seems to have alot of scenes with fire might be because as someone who can control water, fire can never truly be a source of danger for him and therefore, he can find comfort in its warmth unhindered, always?

^ how could i not love this epic moment? the trident is perfect, big and blue and grand and majestic. half the screen is water, obviously. but what makes this good shot a great one is that there is literally no one else directly near percy except annabeth. the campers are all far away and in this shot itself only annabeth remains close to percy, though she is fittingly on the land, observing the scene before her. remember how i said percy’s legacy promises isolation but this shot tells me that despite that, percy will have someone who he can count on to be by his side (also cool that even in the bathroom, annabeth was technically still near him, even if she was, well, stalking him) and maybe this is my delusional ass talking, but annabeth being here is foreshadowing for me. i just think it’s a choice to have this epic revelation where they could easily have had percy standing alone in the middle of the lake but no, annabeth is also there and not only because she’s the one who led to that revelation but because she’s someone who isn’t intimidated by percy’s parentage and still can be beside him.

^ i adore this shot because 1) it shows us just how young and tiny percy is and 2) it tells us that maybe that door is so fucking huge because it’s being inclusive of centaurs and other giants of their world. also, symmetry strikes again!!! the colours are so well balanced, not bright and vibrant but on the pastel side that indicates an aged feel to them.

and lastly,

^ i just find it funny that a private academy like yancy has an official vehicle that looks as beat up and terribly malfunctioning as this. 😭 like this half van was so out of place i literally goggled at the screen when it first appeared.

okay, i’m done for now. i also really liked the faceless sally scene in the start paralleling medusa’s eventual beheading but i already made a post about it. this legitmately only covers about 10% of the shots i wanted to talk about but these might be my favourites. this was long af so if you read the whole thing, mad respect to you.

[alluringwaves]

queen of hearts! ethan nakamura ೃ࿔*:

👙 °❀* 𓍼:･ summer!roberts!reader organizes valentines day at camp to definitely not impress ethan

summer!roberts!reader x ethan nakamura

If you were going to do something, you were going to do it right and bigger than it absolutely needs to be.

People liked to assume you didn’t care about anything but yourself—because your hair was always perfect, your perfume left a trail wherever you went, and you wouldn’t be caught dead in anything that didn’t scream effortlessly expensive.

But that wasn’t true.

You cared. A lot.

Just… not in the way people expected.

So when you overheard some Hermes kid whining about how camp never did anything special for Valentine’s Day—how it was just another day of sword fights, war games, and half-burnt love notes—you decided that this year? Camp Half-Blood was going to have the best Valentine’s Day ever.

And obviously, if anyone was going to pull it off, it was you.

The thing about pulling off something huge was that you couldn’t do it alone. You needed people.

Which was why you were sitting in the Aphrodite cabin, legs crossed, surrounded by your siblings—who were listening, but only kind of.

Drew was filing her nails. Lacy was adjusting her lip gloss in the mirror. Silena’s little sister was flipping through Teen Vogue.

“So let me get this straight,” Drew finally said, snapping her nail file shut. “You want to throw a Valentine’s Day party? Here? In a camp full of sweaty, emotionally stunted demigods who think flowers are ‘too much work’?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “First of all, rude. Second of all, yes. Because this camp is depressing. The closest thing we have to romance is people awkwardly flirting during sparring practice and, like, one (1) annual campfire song that isn’t about war. We deserve more.”

Lacy nodded. “She’s kind of right. The bar is so low.”

Drew sighed. “Fine. But I’m not doing all the work.”

You smirked. “Obviously. That’s what the Aphrodite charm is for.”

The plan was flawless.

You had decorations (pink everything). You had a playlist (pure 2000s perfection—Beyoncé, Mariah, early Justin Timberlake). You had a chocolate fountain (after a lot of bargaining with the nymphs).

But the most important part?

You made it personal.

Because you knew people.

You knew that Connor Stoll had a pathetic little crush on Katie Gardner, so you made sure he had an excuse to sit next to her.

You knew Annabeth wouldn’t ever admit she wanted something romantic, so you made Percy give her ambrosia in the shape of a heart and pretend it was his own idea.

You knew Clarisse would rather die than participate in a “stupid Aphrodite event,” so you rigged it so Chris Rodriguez challenged her to an arm-wrestling contest under the twinkly lights (which totally counted as a date).

You even made sure Chiron had his favorite cinnamon candies at the snack table.

Because you noticed things.

And if people were too busy thinking you were shallow to realize that? Not your problem.

The night of the party, you stood near the pavilion, watching.

The lights were glowing softly, the music was just right, and—most importantly—people were happy. They were laughing. Eating chocolate-covered strawberries. Not worrying about their next monster attack for once.

It was perfect.

“You look very pleased with yourself.”

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Ethan Nakamura had a way of showing up at the exact moment you thought you had everything under control.

“I am pleased with myself,” you said, flipping your hair. “I pulled this off. Me. The same girl people like to pretend is ‘shallow and vapid’ and ‘only cares about lip gloss.’”

Ethan hummed, watching the crowd. “So, what’s in it for you?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Why does everyone assume I only do things when there’s something in it for me?”

He smirked. “Because you do.”

You turned to glare at him, but—ugh—he was already looking at you. His dark eye sharp, amused, too knowing. Like he saw past everything, past the makeup and the attitude and the perfectly curated image.

Which was so annoying.

Because you weren’t about to admit that, yeah, maybe you just liked seeing people happy. That maybe, despite all the high-maintenance, camp-princess, too-much-for-everyone energy, you actually gave a shit.

So instead, you tilted your chin up. “Fine. You want to know the real reason?”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “I would love to hear this.”

You smirked. “Because I can. Because no one else would. And because now, every time someone thinks about how fun this night was, they’re going to remember me.”

Ethan let out a quiet laugh. “So selfless.”

You grinned. “I know, right?”

He shook his head, and for a split second—just a flicker of a moment—you swore you saw something like approval in his expression. Like maybe, just maybe, he actually liked that about you.

But before you could say anything, he was already walking away.

“Enjoy your party, princess,” he called over his shoulder.

You stood there, watching him disappear into the crowd, and—ugh—you hated that he had this effect on you. That stupid, unreadable, maddening effect.

Because it wasn’t fair.

You had pulled off the most spectacular Valentine’s Day in Camp Half-Blood history. You had everyone talking about it. You had won.

So why was he the only thing stuck in your head?

[mrypotter]

3rd Of December

Percy Jackson x fem!reader (AU)

Summary: She remembers the 3rd December, but she wishes more than anything that she was Annabeth.

Warnings: Self hated, angst angst angst, crying, insecurities, self doubt, negative mindset, etc all that good stuff.

Note: This is inspired by the wonderful song “Heather” by Conan Gray so listen while reading if desired! Also, there isn’t going to be a part two, it’s just a little story to get going again because I took such a long break from writing I need to get back into it!! :) (Also my only Percy story, sorry!)

Also thanks so much to my followers for their great patience!

If I recall, I still remember. Of course I would. It was the night my butterflies came flying back, the night where I was wrapped in a sweater flooded with his scent, the night of the third of December.

The night my heart sang and blossomed into what would later turn into deadly rose thorns, poking at my heart until it ripped into shreds.

I desperately wished I could go back- go back to the night where my heart was fine, where it was beating without a problem as I stared into those sea green eyes that I was practically drowning myself in (no pun intended) since I was staring at them for so long. Mind as well do so, I would rather be dead at sea then experience what my chest was feeling right now.

But I’m stuck in the present. Stuck in this pain of having to watch them two, her wearing his sweater now.

Being stuck here doesn’t stop me from going back mentally, for when I close my eyes at night my mind goes back to that night, for it has once again done it tonight as I feel my sheets beneath me.

My third of December went as this:

“You cold?” I heard him say. I looked over from where I was shivering. We laid on a slide at a playground outside of town, the starry sky watching over us. Although I didn’t want to admit it, I looked into his eyes and couldn’t bring myself to lie to him.

“A little.” I finally responded. I soon regretted my action of speaking truth once he sat up, his hands fiddling with his sweater before pulling it over his black hair and setting it in my arms. “Here.” He said with a small smile.

“But you’ll be cold, Perce.” I protested softly, sitting up slightly and I could feel my hair sticking to the slide due to static.

Percy gently fixed it, making my cheeks flush but thank the gods he can’t see it due to the dark.

He smiled at me assuringly. “I’ll be fine. Trust me I was kinda warm anyway.”

Despite the fact I was still hesitant, I still wanted to be indulged in his scent, I wanted the sea and salt to be something that surrounded me for the rest of the night. So I pulled the polyester clothing over my head, and, as predicted, the pure smell of Percy Jackson evolved me within seconds. I almost wanted to pull it to my nose, to not only have a piece of him on me but in me, close within my chest.

“It looks better on you than me.” He mutters. I turn to him, a shy blush covering my cheeks so I hide it with the collar, taking more of his scent without him knowing.

‘Only if he knew’ I thought, back to the present time and staring at my ceiling with glossy eyes. ‘How much I adore him.’

But he’d never know. Oh gods no. I couldn’t bear to tell him how much I look forward to seeing his smile and how his eyes twinkle when he talks about something that I interests him. He was pure perfection in my eyes and my heart practically beats for him, but I doubt he felt the same way as I. How could he love someone like me when there are so many other perfect girls waiting for his arms?

Little did he know how much I hold onto that moment, how much I replay it in my head. It replays over, and over, and over, and over again.

How many times am I going to replay the memory just to make myself feel less lonely?

But once again before I go to sleep I thought back to it, back to his curved lips that I desperately wanted to kiss, back to his sea green eyes I wanted to get caught looking into, back to his messed up hair I wanted to place my hands in.

Back to when it felt like he was mine.

But I watch him as she walks by. Her prefect figure that I so wished I had. I would transform myself for him. Anything he wanted me to be I would, but I know deep down I would always want to show my true self to him.

I watch him today, at lunch, his green eyes walking her walk by. Her appearance, as always, is perfect. Brighter than a blue sky, Percy’s mesmerized by her, Annabeth, also known as Wise Girl.

All while I die.

‘She’s so much prettier than I am.’ I think, my eyes drifting over her. ‘I wish I looked like her.’ My eyes drift back to Perce, his sparkling eyes still on her.

‘Damn it, Percy.’ I think, my eyes digging so far into the side of his head I hoped he felt it. ‘Just please look at me for once.’

But why would he? I’m not pretty, and I’m not smart like she is. I’m not even half as pretty so why would be ever look at me, let alone kiss me?

It wasn’t until I saw them two at the playground hang out that I lost it. My chest burned as I say the polyester material around her figure, her hair touching the fabric as she walked around, a wide smile on her flawless lips. And as my blurry eyes looked down, I saw her smooth hand held in Percy’s. The same playground he gave me his sweater. The same slide I laid on as I got lost in his eyes.

My Percy.

‘He’s not yours.’ A voice inside my head told me, reminded me, but my heart still hurt all the same, and the events of the hang out seemed very unappealing now.

With wobbly legs and blurry eyes, I sped walked to my apartment door, my hands shaking with the knob before slamming it.

The tears came full force, my nose tingling and eyes burning as waterfalls fell down my cheeks. I crawled into my bed after putting on a sweatshirt, wishing it was his, using the sleeves to hopelessly wipe the tears.

The blankets swallowed me as the tears soaked my face. The sobs were muffled my the sleeves, my heart cracking when I couldn’t help but think of his smile.

I wish I were Annabeth.

*Bonus* (Percy’s POV)

“Do you think it’s working? Does she look jealous?” I ask the girl beside me, my hand feeling poisonous in hers. I so wanted to rip my hand from her grip, and she did so as soon as my love was out of sight, walking into her apartment quickly, the one across from the playground the friend group hung out at this evening.

“I think,” Annabeth started, leaning forward a little after wiping my touch off her hands with her shorts. Her voice got softer than before, and my heart stumbled from the next words. “That you’re breaking her.”

—

-I hope you liked it! By the way, there isn’t going to be a part two, it’s just one part until further notice. :)

[pumpkinbxtch]

Hello Can I do a request with all the pjo characters (but Percy x reader) singing of key « I will rescue you »

Because is isn’t in a good place. Please

i will rescue you .☆ . ° .

— percy jackson x fem!reader

warnings: allusions to anxiety, anguish, post-traumatic stress, all this bad feelings frfr, small discussion but don't worry, there is comfort in the end. a/n: helloooo, here you are, lady. i hope it's what you had in mind (or at least something close to it 😔) thank youu for visit me on the requests, I send you kisses and love from Neptune, frenchie girlie🩵

The sound of the earring brushing against you made you shudder. You inhaled. 

The metallic clashes drilled into your ears, the desperate screams made your skin crawl.

 — This isn't real, this isn't real — you murmured, partially closing your eyes, static as if anchored to the ground with thousands of stones tied to your ankles.

Why was putting on an earring so difficult?

The screams echoed in your head, was it happening right now? The blood and its iron smell churned your stomach, you no longer wanted to experience it. 

The sensation of your lungs burning for air made you react, you blinked tensely and exhaled. 

The tinkling of the earring falling broke the suffocating silence, and your body tensed as anger invaded you. A glance at your reflection betrayed your exhaustion in the mirror, worsening your mood, and before losing your composure, you held your breath to avoid letting out a scream.

1… You pressed your lips and eyes. 

2… You dug your nails into the fabric of your dress, wanting to tear it off. 

3… You opened your eyes and searched for the earring, still frowning. 

The footsteps echoing on the wooden floor stopped meters before reaching you, and you heard an almost inaudible grunt as he crouched down. You didn't care, you kept searching on your own. You had to figure it out yourself.

 — Are you looking for this, miss? —  He replaced your view of the floor with his hand, and once he extended it, the jewelry sparkled in his palm. 

Tension concentrated in your jaw as you snatched it abruptly, making Percy recoil with evident confusion on his face.

 — Is something wrong? —  You huffed and tried again to put the earring through your ear-piercing, ignoring your boyfriend. Inside you, there was a voice asking the reason for your attitude, but still, you decided to drown it out and bury it deep in your mind. Everything bothered you, the way you looked, the stupid way the clothes felt, you felt like if you breathed it would be the last time.

  — Hey… —  He called again, and you watched him approach through the mirror. Percy let the corners of his lips drop to the point of forming a pout. He felt a pressure in his chest seeing you so upset. Immediately, he knew he wanted to help you, but he didn't know how. 

His hands gently squeezed your shoulders, forcing you to relax them, and he hugged you from behind timidly, giving you an incredible lightness in your heart, wanting to hug him and cry in his arms. 

The boy still hesitated if his touch bothered you, but he couldn't see signs of it, so he ventured to kiss your neck and snuggle into its curve. 

His eyes looked at you like when a Golden Retriever did something wrong, and you felt guilty because he hadn't done anything and still succumbed to your hostile attitude. 

You clenched the edge of your jacket until the blood disappeared from your knuckles.

He was the perfect boyfriend and you a troubled bitch who seemed to depend on him to feel better. That thought made your blood boil, and you shook Percy off you again, without caring about the force with which you did it.

His turquoise green eyes watched you with affliction. The more you wanted to protect him from your rudeness, the more you hurt him.

  — Is something wrong? —  He insisted, despite the knot in his stomach, keeping calm in his voice. He knew well that getting upset too wouldn't help at all. 

— It's nothing.

He pursed his lips.

— Something's wrong.

 — I said no! —  You raised your voice and glanced at him through the mirror. Percy stepped back and pressed his lips together.

 — I'm not asking you. I know something's wrong.

The earring finally clicked, and you turned towards him with an unfocused gaze filled with ache. Percy had seen that look a couple of times before and realized what was probably happening, but your sharp words caught him off guard.

 — It's none of your business, Perseus.

And you brushed past him, bumping into his arm, leaving him alone in the living room of your shared apartment. The slam of the door made him blink, and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to control his breathing. 

He understood you, really he did, not only because he was your boyfriend and felt empathy towards you, but because memories of the things he experienced also haunted him, although fortunately (or sadly), over time he learned to handle it. You were different, his sweet and lovely girlfriend, hadn't been able to swallow those bitter moments. You had been dealing with the situation for a short time, and Percy didn't blame you, the feeling alone was shitty enough to do so.

What bothered him was that you didn't share it with him. He threw himself onto the couch, staring at the ceiling, trying to distract his mind for a few seconds by twisting figures with the lamp light. He wondered if it would be a good idea to go and knock on your door or leave you alone until you did it on your own.

You did it, but you didn't speak to Percy. Instead, that night, you kept your arm hooked with Hazel's while your friend talked about something Arion done. You could barely hold the conversation, and she noticed it. the acidic feeling lingered in you, causing you to emit the same aura as a tormented soul.

 — Man —  Jason's voice made Percy startle slightly, forcing him to momentarily look away from you. The blond exchanged a glance with Frank, who stood on the other side of him.

 — Everything okay?

— Yeah — he stammered, still with his gaze fixed on you. For a moment, all he seemed to hear were footsteps on the sidewalk and the offhand conversations the rest of his friends were having. He felt anxious, worried.

Obviously, he didn't like fighting with you, much less for reasons where it was evident that you weren't okay, but that night you built such a high wall that Percy felt incapable of climbing it. It wasn't just the way you were ignoring him, but how you looked at him. He understood that it wasn't personal, it was those memories that were dragging you to a dark place.

Frank hugged him by the shoulders and gave him a warm smile. — Relationship troubles?

— I wish it were that, Frank — he murmured weakly. That was enough for both of them to stay quiet and wait for their friend to tell them of his own accord.

— Come on, I want to be the first!

— Not you, Leo —Piper wrinkled her nose and pushed the guy. — You sound awful!

— Well, excuse us, Miss Beauty. Not all of us have superstar genes!

both started laughing and hugged each other, arguing about which song to share.

Percy looked at you from across the room and tried to approach you, taking advantage of the fact that the others seemed distracted. He sat down beside you, and you anxiously squeezed the edges of your dress. Now, guilt gnawed at you, but that discomfort with yourself didn't make you think clearly about how to apologize. Percy leaned towards your ear.

— We can talk? — The tremor in her voice made you want to throw up. You ignored him once again, and he leaned against the wall.

A metallic clank violently assaulted your ears, followed by groans that overwhelmed you even more. Frank was helping Annabeth gather the microphones, but all you could see was a sword through his chest and Annabeth trying to stand up with a splinted ankle, drowned in tears.

You pressed yourself into the corner and breathed heavily.

— yn?— Percy took your hand, and you pushed him away violently before running to the bathroom.

Everyone in the room watched the scene, and Leo helped Percy to his feet.

— Bro, what's going o-?—  Leo cut off his words when he saw his friend's glassy eyes, making a bittersweet play with the crooked smile.

— Percy —  Jason called, his blue eyes seeking an explanation, as did everyone else. The dark-haired boy just sighed.

You didn't look perfect, but it was the best you could do with the karaoke bathroom supplies. Once your heart returned to beating normally, you unlocked the bathroom door and made your way to the booth. Murmurs were heard, but as soon as your shadow appeared through that glass door, your friends got into position.

It was simply amusing; the strategies were so ingrained in their bones that they couldn't help but adopt almost battle-like stances. The way Annabeth kept her finger poised over the tablet to start the song the moment you crossed the threshold while Leo made sure the microphone worked. Jason checked that everything was ready, while Piper and Hazel gave motivational words to Percy, and Frank simply held the door to prevent you from entering before everything was set up. It wasn't necessary because you arrived just in time.

The melody on the piano began as soon as you stepped inside. Percy stood in the middle, where the stage supposedly was, and for the first time, you saw him trembling, indeed, he was nervous as hell.

He started singing the first lines, and despite how shaky or weak the words came out of his mouth, you knew what it was about. His steady gaze as he sang the lyrics was enough to make your tears want to spill again. You clasped your hands over your chest as you smiled bitterly at him.

The first tear ran down your cheek, and he walked towards you with his hand extended, eager to reach you and hold you in his arms. Wanting to protect you from any harm.

— I will send out an army to find you—  he smiled ironically, and upon hearing your small laugh, he sang a little more lightly. Taking your hand, he dragged you to the center where the neon lights bathed your bodies, swaying together to the song.

Percy pulled you towards him in such a way that your foreheads collided, and his green eyes met yours. The song ceased to be just a song and became a way for him to communicate his feelings to you. He took a breath and placed your hand on his chest, letting you feel his heartbeats. How his heart beat for you.

— It’s true, I will rescue you —  his voice broke on the last vowels, and he pulled away the microphone, trying to hide the sob that came from deep within his chest. Because there was no crueler way to hurt him than with the image of you silently suffering.

Everyone was watching, but soon you noticed that they were also quietly singing along to the song. All with that understanding and kind smile.

The gentle squeeze Percy gave your hand with his free one made you look at him again.

— You don't have to deal with this alone.

[helenofsparta2]

Rick did Jason Grace so dirty in HoO

Before I explain, I think I should establish that I really like Jason as a character. While he isn’t one of my favourites, he has really grown on me over the last couple of years. But he never really had a shot with the fandom, after his introduction in The Lost Hero, and after Son of Neptune and a lot of that has to do with the way Rick set him up for failure from the very beginning with a variety of writing decisions. The odds were really stacked against him.

Let’s first recap the very base of who Jason Grace is. He had an unstable mother, who gave him up to Juno when he was two years old, so that she could claim him as her champion. He is the only demigod child of Jupiter, and grew up raised by wolves, then later raised in a relatively strict military hierarchy since a very early age without any knowledge of his mortal family. He had to deal with all the pressure and expectations that came with who his father is. Over time he managed to become one of the two leaders of said hierarchy and has been committed to change its society for the better ever since. He led Camp Jupiter in the titan war and managed to defeat the titan Krios with his bare hands,  He is the long-lost brother of Thalia Grace, one of the more popular characters from the PJO book. He is extremely kind, protective, and loyal, and one of the most powerful demigods in the Riordan verse.

This should have easily made him into a fan favourite character. But what happened instead was for him to become the least favorite member of the seven, to be considered boring and skippable by a lot of fans, and to even get a lot of haters. (I know especially here on tumblr a lot of people really love Jason, but I’m talking about the more general part of the fandom, and I don’t think anyone can deny that Jason gets quite a lot of hate there.)

So, what went wrong?

I think there are three main reasons for the dislike he receives.

Telling, and not showing on part of Rick’s writing

A constant forced comparison with Percy

A lacking character arc in the hoo books

Let’s start with the first one.

Telling, and not showing

Piper’s and Leo’s POVs did him a huge disservice in that regard in the lost hero. During the entirety of the book, Piper wore rose-tinted glasses when it came to him. There is barely a chapter without her glazing Jason, or commenting on his looks or generally how perfect he is. Leo deals with a lot of insecurities and, while not as extreme as Piper, puts Jason also on a pedestal in his chapters. This was, for one, quickly becoming repetitive, but also put a lot of expectations on Jason, which are impossible to meet for any character.

It doesn’t help that Jason didn’t achieve all that many impressive feats in The Lost Hero. He didn’t do nothing, but in comparison to Leo and Piper, he gets a bit overshadowed.

Leo pretty early on established himself as a mathematic genius. He repairs Festus, saves Piper and Jason from the cyclops, and fights against Khione at the Wolf’s house.

Piper uses her charm speak to convince Boreas and his sons to let them go, frees Leo and Jason from Medea’s control, breaks Hera’s cage together with Leo, and is able to revive Jason after he accidentally looked at Juno in her divine form.

Jason, meanwhile, defeats a venti at the Grand Canyon and saves Piper’s life, defeats Lityerses and Midas, and defeats Encaladeus with the help of Zeus.

Don’t get me wrong. Those are great accomplishments and put Jason at the very top of the demigod power hierarchy, but with the way everyone talks about him, and with the standards we already have for children of the big three as readers of PJO, he just falls a bit short. Especially when you focus on top of that on other moments in that book where he gets knocked out by the cyclops or looks unprompted at Juno in her divine form, to list a few examples.

Despite this, his actions and abilities would have probably still made him into a fan-favourite character, if there wouldn’t have been this constant comparison with Percy.

A forced Comparison

Jason and Percy are getting compared in the hoo books in a very obvious way. They are set up as equals by Rick with its entire premise in the first two books and the weird rivalry thing he wrote in Mark of Athena, which is, I think, the main reason why Jason is so disliked.

Percy Jackson is probably the most popular character within the Riordan verse. The only characters who even come close are Nico di Angelo, Leo Valdez, and maybe Annabeth Chase. He is the main character for the entire prequel series, and had much more time to develop and for the readers to get attached to than any other character.

This was a lost battle, even before the first chapter of the lost hero was written. By the time, Percy and Jason meet, Percy was the main character, or at least one of the main characters, in 11 adventures, if you include the short stories, while Jason was one of three POV characters in a single book. A book, where he had amnesia for the entirety of it. People are protective of their favourite characters, and if you make a direct comparison between the most popular character in your franchise and some new guy, even (try to) establish them as equals and force them to have a rivalry, people are naturally going to develop a dislike for the new guy.

And Rick certainly didn’t help matters with the way he wrote them.

At the end of the lost hero, Hera tells Jason, that he is going to be the leader of the seven, but we know he isn’t. We, as readers, who have followed Annabeth and Percy since they were 12 years old, know that he doesn’t deserve this role, judging by what we have seen of him.

Even if he were to be portrayed as strong as Percy in the following books, it would feel undeserved. While we have seen Percy fight the many monsters and titan’s he did in the PJO books, and seen his growth in both power and character, we only get told that Jason defeated Krios with his bare hands. There isn’t even a flashback in either his or Reyna’s POV chapters of the incident, which could have at least elevated this accomplishment.

And then, Rick publishes Son of Neptune and every possibility of Jason being on the same level as Percy gets instantly flung out of the window.

Percy is the MVP of that book. Frank and especially Hazel are awesome, absolutely no discussion there, but for me at least, Son of Neptune was really Percy’s time to shine.  (Though I have to admit, I’m pretty biased towards Percy, so that statement is probably really subjective.)

Even before he leaves for the quest, Percy already killed one gorgon, demolished the romans in the war games, sees through Octavius’ performance, figures out what happened with the golden eagle and proves his selflessness by choosing not to take the gorgon blood to recover his memories. Then later he tricks Phineas in what is for me one of the coolest moments in the entirety of hoo, fights an entire army, destroys a glazier, defeats Polybotes basically by himself and, again, makes a fool out of Octavius in front of the senate, and all that after Rick already nerved him by removing the curse of Achilles.

Comparing especially the fights against Polybotes, and Enceladus respectively does Jason absolutely no favors.

Jason fought good, he fought greatl even, he had this very cool moment with his speech explaining who he was and boasting of his accomplishments, but in the end, his weapon got destroyed and he had to pray to his father to kill Enceladeus with a lighting bolt. That was an amazing feat for a demigod, absolutely no discussion, but really pales in comparison to Percy’s fight at the end of Son of Neptune.  

Percy absolutely bodied Polybotes. I don’t even know if he received a single injury in this fight. The “help” he received from a god was him smashing the decapitated head of Terminus into Polybotes. Like, Terminus didn’t do shit in that fight.

You can’t describe two characters as being equals and then portray so huge differences in their accomplishments.

Yes, Hazel and Frank also often say that Percy is powerful, or a good leader, or handsome, or smart, in a similar way to how Piper and Leo describe Jason, but with Percy it feels more like a reward as a reader. Because we have already seen him be all of that in the original books. It’s just acknowledgement and no new information.

Also, the absolute dissonance between Jason’s disappearance and camp Jupiter’s reaction also doesn’t help him. How can we believe that he is a leader of the same calibre as Percy, when most of the people in the camp he has lived in since he was four years old, don’t even care that much about his disappearance and are so quick to replace him? (Even worse, they replaced him with Percy) I know that this is just the way, Camp Jupiter works, but simply as a narrative choice, it’s very questionable.  

A lacking Character Arc & Amnesia

Coming to the last point. Jason’s character arc in the entirety of Hoo fell flat to me (Though, to be fair, most character arcs, if they even existed, fell flat to me in Hoo.)

His predominant character arc is him struggling with his identity, between being a roman or a greek. Now, this would be a very compelling arc, if we’d know who Jason Grace was as a roman. But we don’t. We know close to nothing about Jason’s life in New Rome. The only meaningful relationship he apperantly had was with Reyna, and he barely thinks about her in his povs, and even in Reyna’s chapters in boo we barely find out about their friendship. The entire camp turns against him in Mark of Athena. By the end of Boo, he still has not regained his entire memory, and never really confronted his past as a praetor. This is not a full, or satiscfactory character arc.

There are many other points I could name, like his relationship with Piper, or how him being Thalia's brother came completely out of the blue, or how he didn't built any meaningful relationship with characters who weren't Piper or Leo in the four books he's been in, but, to be honest, this post is already getting too long.

I'm just frustrated because he could have been one of the coolest characters in the Riordan verse, but he was really sat up to fail.  

[genz420]

Movie Night Headcannons 🎥 🍿

Masterlist | Rules

Content: Movie Night Headcannons

Warning: None

Pairing(s): Character x Gn!reader

Character(s): Percy, Jason, Frank, Annabeth, Piper

Percy Jackson

Pixar man

Picks a classic like Ratatouille  

Or Up

Doesn’t matter how old you guys are 

Pixar is the way to go 

Lights off kind of guy

Sour Blue Candy kind of guy

His tongue would be dyed blue by the end of the night

Snuggles under the blankets 

Would definitely tangle your legs together 

Arm thrown around your shoulder

Drumming his fingers against your shoulder or arm 

A bit of a talker 

Asking you the odd question here and there 

Jason Grace

Will pick a chick flick 

Like Twilight 

New moon is the best one

Big Pitch Perfect Fan

Type of person to stop the movie to try and figure out where they have seen that actor or actress 

Lots of pillows and blankets 

Oh your a little cold

Here's another blanket 

Still cold

He is ready to share his body heat

Not much of a snacker 

I get the feeling he doesn't like popcorn

Like he hates the feeling of a kernel stuck in his teeth, so he just doesn't eat any popcorn

Frank Zhang 

Picks a Sci-fi movie 

Could be anything rom Back to the Future to Prey or even Wall-E

Maybe like one blanket for the two of you to share 

Because let's be honest 

You are going to be cuddling 

Chest to back

Who needs extra pillows end you have the 6’8 man that is Frank Zhang 

Short hair or long hair Frank would play with it

I get the feeling that Frank runs a little warm

So be prepared 

The movie would just be an excuse for the two of you to cuddle and talk 

Could probably cry if you watched Wall-E

Annabeth Chase

Picks a 2000s Shakespeare inspired movie

Like 10 Things I Hate about you 

Or She’s The Man

Maybe even Warm Bodies 

Would prefer salty to sweet snacks 

Lots of blankets 

The type of person to want the lights on during the movie, though 

Not much of a snuggler

You two will each have your own blanket 

But being close to one another 

Wouldn’t talk through the movie 

You might think she would be focused on the movie, but she will keep giving you a spare glance 

Both wanting to see if you like the movie and are paying attention 

Also to admire you 

Piper Mclean

Horror Movie 

I just know Piper loves Horror movies

From the classics like Scream to the new movies like The Conjuring

But I think her favourite type of be-found footage movies

Maybe like Blair Witch to even more niche ones like Hell House LLC

Would use the excuse that she is scared to cuddle 

She isn’t

She has seen the movies 100 times 

She just wants to be close to you

Would mix Popcorn and Smarties or other chocolate together 

Depending on the movie, she might get bored, so she would start a conversation

Loves to point out details that she knows about the movie

[poor-as-a-churchmouse]

it’s like 4 in the morning but i got this note app rant that may be a bit weirdly worded sooooo wtvs

like i said it’s like 4am BE NICE TO ME lmao but also lmk if i got anything wrong, this is a really important fandom issue to me because like,, it’s just annoying and i hate mischaracterization and stuff yk?? and also it’s a big thing in how queer characters are portrayed in media NEWAYS here’s the rant

William Andrew Solace is not a sunshine character. He’s not even close. Let me explain.

A sunshine character is typically depicted as someone who is positive, warm, and really brings light wherever they go. This is not Will. Will can *be* positive, and most times he is, but he isn’t an inherently positive character. Will struggles a lot with his own insecurities, which we especially see in TSATS, and when he’s put in environments he’s not comfortable in, he sort of shuts down. We see this a lot in tsats because it *is* the Solangelo book.

Will is insensitive, he’s a bit dicky, and he’s sarcastic. Will is being genuinely bad to Nico at several points in this book, and vice versa, but this isn’t about Nico. Like the multitude of times Will openly complains about the underworld to Nico’s face

the underworld that is Nico’s second home, and that he’s lived in before.

Or when Will questions if Nico even felt bad for letting Octavian die, that part was especially eugh

Will has lost practically everything, as well, and is so so hard on himself despite the fronts he puts up for the people around him because he *has* to be the strong one. Will was one of the only few apollo campers after the Battle of Manhattan. He watched nearly all of his siblings die when that bridge fell. He was dragged away from said bridge by Percy to heal Annabeth. There’s no way Will doesn’t blame himself for so many of those deaths. The Apollo cabin went from being one of the biggest cabins to one of the smallest in a day, and 12/13 year old Will was thrust in to be the counselor and head medic at camp. Will also delivered a baby at 13/14?? I think that’s not talked about enough

Will isn’t a happy person, and we see that when he lets down his façade (or more like has it violently ripped from him) when he’s in tartarus with Nico, where he has no sun, no warmth, all the things that an Apollo kid arguably needs to live in general

William Andrew Solace is sad. He’s insecure, judgemental, insensitive at times, and sometimes doesn’t think about how his actions and words can affect others. but he’s also kind, he’s loving, hes warm, he’s understanding, he’s a brother, he’s a son, he’s a person.

Will is a tragic character, and he has flaws, and he doesn’t exist to be your perfect sunshine twink. More people need to realize that

Hell, i’d argue that at some times, Nico is happier than Will

that’s not to compare their traumas, they’ve both been though horrifying, awful things, things that forced them to grow up to fast, things that destroyed them

i feel like because Will’s dad is Apollo, people want to shove him into the happy go lucky sunny boy trope, and because in the main series he isn’t extremely fleshed out and we don’t see him like we see Nico or Percy or Annabeth We don’t get the full picture of Will’s trauma until we really get into his head, or near it, with Nico being the closest person to him

we also get similar issues in a different font with Nico being labeled as a black cat boyfriend, because when you look at Nico, like actually look at him, he cares so deeply for the people around him. Where Nico and the black cat trope differ is that Nico can barely process the love and care for him and for other people and even then we see it shown in his own way, like breaking the rules to sit at the Apollo cabin’s table with Will Nico isn’t emotionally closed off because he just is that way, but because he’s traumatized and can’t fathom that anyone could care about him in the way everyone around him dows5

[oceannicmuse]

Sing, poet, the echo of my will.

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Hi my Odesingers! It's Oceanic Muse here to entertain *Love in Paradise plays in the background*. How are you? I'm meh, y'know.

This is the part two of the previous post! I mean, some other points to form the lore of my version of Athenide AU.

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DISCLAIMER: English is not my first language, so all of this was translated with the help of AI and Google Translate. Please be kind!

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PART II — INTRO & AU LORE

Love interest?

I get why some people avoid including a love interest or keep Percy single during these time travel AUs—especially considering canon Percabeth. But in my fic, Percabeth doesn’t exist, and honestly, I need angst to keep the children of Aphrodite entertained. So here are my two main contenders:

(Mortals are out of the question. Percy, being on the path to ascension—or with inevitable ascension—wouldn’t consciously get involved with a mortal knowing how painful it would be for both.)

My bets are on Apollo and Hermes. They both have a lot in common:

• They’re charismatic, and Percy knows them in the future. In the past, they’re feared but not described as especially awful.

• They’re not married or romantically linked to any major divine partner (unlike Ares and Aphrodite, often treated like a couple).

• The potential for fluff and angst is just too good to resist.

Personally, I went with Hermes. I wanted to explore something I’ve never seen before. And trust me, now that I’m developing it, I kind of regret it—it’s more complicated in some ways—but I think it’s worth it. Besides, there are already tons of Perpollo fics (I married that ship).

Does Percy return to her time?

Yes, but not in the way people expect. Her physical body vanishes in Ancient Greece, and her essence (I’m not sure what to call it—maybe her deified soul?) returns to the modern era. It’s like fate telling her: “You’ve fulfilled your purpose here” and “everything must return to where it belongs.” Even though she physically adjusted to the Hellenic world, she’s still a temporal agent with a mission to complete before returning.

When Percy returns to her body in the present, she remembers nothing of what happened (yes, it’s a cliché—but a beautiful one!). A while back, while diving into this fascinating AU, I read some amazing Tumblr blogs—ideas from anotheroceanid and chaoticdumbassrogue, if I'm not bad. Their fics inspired me so much that I even tried to figure out Tumblr (spoiler: still confused).

One of the ideas that stuck with me was Percy gradually recovering her memories during Son of Neptune. Imagine: a Percy trying to reclaim her identity at Camp Jupiter, while having flashes of her life as a goddess in ancient Hellas. An identity crisis of epic proportions—the mortal Percy and the divine Percy are one and the same, yet also not, like the Greek and Roman versions of the gods. And to make things worse, she’s furious about how everything she fought for turned out.

Interference and Time Paradox

Percy messes with a lot of stuff in the past, but she doesn’t break the space-time continuum or anything.

Everything she did was already meant to happen. Time always expected her to be there, saving the day or causing chaos, or both. As she was growing up, the past she’d eventually live through was already baked into the present. So she doesn’t change history—she completes it. Like that one puzzle piece nobody knew where to put until suddenly, perfect fit.

So why isn’t she mentioned anywhere?

She vanished, and slowly, so did her legacy. No goddess, no miracles, no prophecies. People started to forget. Her name stopped being spoken. Temples crumbled or got rededicated to other gods. Some of her deeds got misattributed, others erased. When the Romans took over, she got lost in translation.

Maybe there are scraps left. A weird myth with no clear hero. A statue with features that don’t match any known deity. Symbols no one can explain. But no one knows it was Percy.

Except the gods. They remember her. Some with warmth, some with guilt, but all of them know she was real. The sad part is, even after centuries, none of them managed to make mortals remember.

(Classic patriarchy erasing powerful women from history, right?)

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I hope you enjoyed this and that it made sense, and not just my ramblings! See you in the next post.

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I'm not a player, I'm the puppeteer.

[lilislegacy]

an analysis: piper calling percy unimpressive

(warning: i wrote this at 1 am)

so basically

remember how we all despised piper mclean when she had the audacity to call our beloved percy “unimpressive” and we all lost our shit on the inside a little bit?

i truly don’t think she meant it in the way we think she did. i think we’re all just defensive of our boy.

piper clearly states that she is comparing percy to jason. first of all, jason is her boyfriend, so of course she’s biased. second of all, hera was manipulating piper to be obsessed with jason. so other guys and girls are automatically unimpressive to her.

and here’s the big thing: piper does not call him unattractive. she does not call him ugly. she simply says he’s not her type. piper is clearly attracted to the “good boy” look. jason is literally your all-american boy. he’s tall with light skin, a sturdy build, neat blonde hair, and blue eyes. part of why annabeth doesn’t trust him is because she is unsettled by his “perfect” appearance. jason is also obedient and well-mannered. he’s your standard good boy.

and the fact of the matter is: percy looks like a “bad boy”. and often, he acts like one too. him and jason are contrasts of each other. a symbolic representation of this: their features. percy has a darker complexion, messy black hair, unique green eyes, and a “sarcastic troublemaker smile.” he’s muscular, but in a leaner and more trim way. he’s tall, but he’s not a towering muscleman by any means. not that jason is either, but don’t forget, percy is a whole one. inch. (GASP) shorter than jason (which to me isn’t even noticeable, so her pointing it out as a flaw just proves that she’s so incredibly biased towards jason.) their other big contrasting feature: their personalities. jason is respectful and well-mannered. very obedient and under control. percy, however, makes jokes during inappropriate moments, talks back to people of power and authority, gets angry quickly, and loses control easily. i mean, literally right after she says this, percy starts insulting the roman god Bacchus and rapidly escalates a situation because of his natural instinct to be disobedient. piper is horrified by him doing this, especially because jason would never. does it make US all love percy very much? yes. but piper isn’t us.

THAT SAID, even she can’t actually call him unattractive. she even went as far to state that she can see why annabeth likes him, which means even her magically-obsessed-with-jason brain can still recognize his attractiveness and see why girls find him appealing. she calls him “cute in a scruffy way,” meaning she thinks that he’s got a disheveled attractiveness to him. she also once said that his pleading eyes are like a cute baby seal’s - even she can’t deny that his eyes are wonderful. so even though piper calls him unimpressive, i think rick put in a lot of clues here showing us that she acknowledges him as a conventionally attractive person, even if she’s not personally attracted to him.

let’s sum it up, shall we?

what does it say about percy? absolutely nothing. piper calling percy unimpressive is an inaccurate and unreliable source when it comes to analyzing percy’s physical appearance, especially if you don’t consider the context. this was rick’s way of showing piper’s clear preference towards jason, just like annabeth has a clear preference towards percy. and even though she said this, rick also made her give us several hints that percy is handsome, just not in a way she’s inclined towards. rick wanted love triangles to be completely out of the question with these 4. he wanted to make it very clear that annabeth had no interest in jason, and that piper had no interest in percy. so since piper is so drawn towards jason, percy had to be very different from him in her eyes.

jason is your a superman, percy is your batman

jason is your captain america, percy is your iron man. some even say spider man.

so put yourself in piper’s shoes: after hearing percy jackson’s name non-stop for 6 months, hearing him compared to jason, hearing of all his accomplishments and how heroic he is - i mean, the guy was literally honored on olympus and offered godhood - she was expecting a stereotypical good-boy hero. a hercules. a superman. your standard muscular blinding-white-teeth-smile hunk. the conventional, well-mannered good boy. and instead she got a wild and untamed, trouble-making bad boy. percy has an edge to him. he’s intimidating and unpredictable. he’s sarcastic and witty. he just looks like he’s up to no good. she wasn’t expecting any of that. that’s not what we’re taught a hero is supposed to be like or look like.

jason is appealing in a “he’d be a respectable and sturdy husband” way.

percy is appealing in a “he’s gonna fuck up my life but i so badly want him to” kind of way. (even though once you get to know him, you see he’s literally the world’s best boyfriend. piper even gets jealous of how loving he is towards annabeth.)

she had this exact idea of what he would be, and he wasn’t that. hence her calling him “unimpressive.” but it says nothing about his attractiveness.

i rest my case, your honor.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

disclaimer: i am not saying percy is actually a bad boy or a bad guy. he is a sweetheart. he has the biggest heart ever. he’s a cute little cinnamon roll. i am simply talking of first impressions from outsiders, and how he appears if you don’t know him.

[etoileee]

GUYSSS IM SORRY I FORGOT MY DAMN PASSWORD LMAO

I’m here and I’m gonna give you guys some pjo shifting motivation because I think some of you need it 🫶🏼

i think a lot of people love and find comfort in percy jackson because a lot of us do struggle with adhd and dyslexia (I myself am one of them) and see ourselves in these characters. struggling with feeling like nobody gets you, like you don’t belong, that you’re dumb… its definitely not fun but these books had provided an outlet that made me and a whole lot of others feel seen.

when I came back from my percy jackson dr for the first time I didn’t think I was gonna get so emotional, but I did. I speak for a lot of us when I say we’ve grown up with these characters and MEETING them is something absolutely mind blowing. not only because they are so loved, but because all of us had gone through similar struggles. to this day at my big junior in high school age I don’t know what the fuck 9 x 8 is, the words still seem to rearrange themselves when I try to read…

I guess what I’m saying is yes, when you shift, you’ll meet the characters you love so so much, but you’ll also relate and connect to them in a way that you probably can’t even imagine.

I think a lot of people haven’t shifted yet because they think that shifting is like dreaming, that it’s something that will slip through your fingers, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I’m sure a lot of you are thinking “but I do believe in shifting?” but I think some of you have a hard time actually wrapping your mind around it.

look around you right now. notice the temperature, the textures, the colors, the sensations, the smell, the sounds. notice how you are not dreaming.

THIS is EXACTLY what shifting is like. it is not like dreaming, because it’s NOT a dream it’s REAL.

look around you and imagine that you had shifted into where you are right now. its a bit trippy, isn’t it? looking at the world around you as if it isn’t your cr.

for example, look up from your device and imagine percy jackson in front of you right now. how does it make you feel? are you shocked? happy? afraid?

I really do believe that some people haven’t shifted yet because they think shifting will be like dreaming, and when they realize it isn’t like dreaming they are afraid of it subconsciously.

I’m here to tell you that it’s not scary at all. sure, you may wake up in your dr and start crashing out (which is totally understandable) but its not something you need to FEAR. please remember everything you desire will be there. it will be PERFECT and more than what you could ever imagine.

If you’re still worried you’ll start tweakin once you do shift, I find that scripting you’ll be calm and that you forgot you’ve shifted helps a lot. sure you’ll feel massive shock when you get back to your cr but initially when you wake up in your dr if you have those two things scripted you should be fine.

good luck to all you, sending so much love and good vibes. 🤍🖤✨🌊

[satorugojjo]

The more I read the more I don’t understand the absolutely homophobic coded hate for The Sun and the Star. Nico literally shares a homophobic experience he experienced in the 40s that shaped the way he viewed himself, reflects on it, and then comes to the conclusion that’s what made him react to Cupid so badly, and THIS is something to hate??? Nico, growing, learning to share, learning to not impose isolation on himself, learning to feel his emotions and let them out, to be there for people, to miss Percy and Hazel and Jason, actually developing, and people are like “ugh so boring and unrealistic, they ruined my fav character”

Well, sorry he’s not the miserable little edgelord you all desperately want him to be. Sorry that Will actually has some very understandable flaws, sorry that Percabeth aren’t perfect, sorry that you’d read book about the experience of coming out for an Italian raised boy from the 1930s and think it’s boring, sorry that you’d read about the trauma of his Tartarus experience from HoH and go “OVERDONE”!!! This book does have flaws but it is not Nico and Will.

Every single interaction feels meaningful, the focus on emotion, growth, light, happiness, connection, love, friendship, and more is what is quintessential PJO to me. It’s not full of adventure after adventure and that’s perfectly fine to me. They’re navigating an emotional minefield. How the fuck can this fandom sit here and complain about the lack of emotional depth in Blood of Olympus and then when they do get it they’re like, “oh no no no this is the WRONG kind, I want him to stay miserable, I actually don’t want to read about his sorrow from his POV, I don’t want Nico to be MATURING” GROW UP?

Nothing about Solangelo so far feels OOC to me, and every time they do it’s actually even pointed out to us that it IS ooc, and we get to see how they feel about it. This is exactly what I expect from canonical middle school sunshine/darkness tropes.

Also, this is VERY IMPORTANT so pay fucking attention. THIS. IS. NOT. A. MAIN. PLOT. BOOK. IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE BREAKNECK PACING. If this was an anime, this would be a sweet little OVA arc. This is a side story, just the same way the Percy/Thalia/Nico story was. It’s a companion book about two side characters. Why are your expectations as high as a main series book? It’s a NICO AND WILL book, it’s not anything more or less. Another thing to remember? Canonically this is meant to be the year 2011. The RRverse is very anachronistic where current year elements feature in a timeline where it shouldn’t, but EVEN SO, it still feels at best 2015. More importantly? It’s only been a year since Cupid. A singular YEAR. For reference the pandemic started 3 whole years ago.

I can’t stand fans sometimes, you’ll jump on any bandwagon of hate without exercising a single shred of critical thinking or nuance, and then conveniently forget a whole bunch of things that are GOOD for the minor flaws this book has. This isn’t a 10/10 book, it’s probably a solid 7.5!!! Stop treating it as if it’s 3/10. And I stand by what I said before. We need more middle grade LGBT lit! Is this the BEST out there? No. Is this however bad? No. And before you guys come for me without having a molecule of reading comprehension, it’s OKAY to not like this book. It’s not okay however to make sweeping statements of hate as if everyone who enjoys this book is a blithering idiot.