#chasing visions

[ruegarding]

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[doodledrawsthings]

dont worry about it au kuafu and yi

[forrpercyy]

you gotta do what you gotta do 🤷‍♀️

[the-cat-demon]

do yuo see my vision

[astriaels]

some crocos

[dittydipity]

going INSANE. what is he thinking. why did he say this. why does he do all of this. i am thinking so hard.

we know he's seeking arceus to recreate the world bc in his eyes the world is cruel and unjust and it needs to be destroyed and remade. he's set himself on a mission to create the better reality he's envisioned for his whole life.

but everything else he does. the way he spends his time on pasio making people smile with togepi. even if he justifies it as something purely transactional to get more customers, we know he doesn't really take his merchant job seriously. the way he loves his pokemon so much that they will pop out of their pokeball to excitedly tell whoever will listen how much they love volo back. him trying to capture these moments of happiness tangibly because they never last long and can be wiped away any second.

he still hangs onto hope so much despite what's implied to have happened to him. in spite of all the anger and bitterness that's festered in him, he doesn't really want to destroy everything as he says.

it all started with a wish for the world to be a better place, for the good in the world to outweigh all the cruelty. he's still trying to spread what happiness he can.

but at the same time his past drags behind him and reminds him that he can't afford to trust in the goodness of the world.

that self-assigned mission to usurp arceus's power and rewrite everything.. to him, it's his duty now. he has to do it for himself and, as he rationalizes to himself, for the world.

so he ignores the flaws and holes he finds in his own reasoning. he can't help but seek out the brightness and happiness and goodness that does exist in the world, yet he has to dismiss it to justify his goals.

... all this to try and explain to myself why volo's asking all these questions and making all these comments that seem to go against what we'd expect given his ulterior motive and plans. and it's like he's asking the few friends he has to remember him as the one who seeks joy, even when he does the worst to fulfill his dreams

[hazellevessque]

Magnus Chase when he saw his body before his funeral

[shuutingstar]

what if someone made a sitcom with Camp Half Blood and the whole premise is literally just showing the backgrounds characters while the main characters go save the world or smth.

Like.

[camera pans on Drew’s face]

Drew: [looking at her nails indifferently] yeah someone let all the pagasai out of their stables and it’s a chore to fix.

[explosions in the background]

Drew: [unfazed] I’m not saying that I’m helping, by the way. I’ve broken a nail and I’m still in pain.

[Percy is seen battling a cyclops while Annabeth slashes at its feet with her dagger before running off frame]

Drew: I know you must be wondering why I don’t just go to the infirmary, but they’ve been full ever since the stampede — and Connor promised he’d steal me some cute bandaids with pictures on them so I decided to wait it out.

[screams and more explosions and property damage]

Drew: [rolls her eyes] but now Connor’s busy doing something else so I have to wait even longer. maybe I should just go to the infirmary… [walks away from camera]

[camera zooms in on the carnage near the stables where the seven can be seen herding the frightened winged horses back to their stables, while a beat-up cyclops lay unconscious with only its feet in frame]

EDIT : made smth kinda similar here if anyone wants to check it out :P

[lavenderblue939]

“do you think we know each other in every universe?”

“maybe”

[jthealien]

parallels sure are neat :3

[the-sassy-owl]

A Future With You.

[realbeefman]

if chase was a werewolf and s1 foreman found out he would put chase down instantly no questions asked. however if s8 foreman found out he would just straight up let chase eat people in the hospital as long as he was polite about it and cleaned up after himself

[chasing-clovers]

Oh here we go again… these boys and their devotion.

[mooni]

everybody out here either a. getting hyped for wottg, b. tearing the three chapters we have to shreds, or c. chanting the names of characters they want to appear (mostly alabaster). i don't feel it's right to build up or tear down a book when we only have a small snippet of it, but i can name my major hope for wottg: i want a percabeth fight.

it doesn't have to be super big, it doesn't have to last all that long, and it doesn't have to be over something significant. i just want them to argue. i want them to disagree on something. i want them to be snappy. i want them to raise their voices at each other, if only a little bit. i want to see percy's inner thoughts before, during, and after. i want them to be petty afterwards.

again, i don't care if it's just something as simple as bickering. i just want it to happen. percabeth may be a near-perfect relationship, but nothing is truly flawless. humans are complicated, relationships are complicated, and i feel like it'd make the two that much more human to see that reflected in the book.

[justaz]

thinking about annabeth trailing in after percy and seeing sally laying in the hospital bed, paul sat on the edge next to her, running his hands through her hair, with a little bassinet in front of him. her watching percy go up and kiss his mom on the cheek and making sure shes okay before his gaze immediately flicks to the bassinet. annabeth greeting sally quietly and making sure shes alright as she subtly watches percy shuffle around the bed toward the bassinet. he stares down at his little sister, newly born, and is just. so. soft.

paul helps him lift her from the bassinet and places her tiny body in percy’s arms and he’s just staring at her, wide-eyed and adoring and annabeth knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that no harm will ever befall that little girl otherwise percy will ravage everything and everyone that dared harm her. percy cradles her, his body slightly swaying, and he whispers softly to her, greeting her and introducing himself and annabeth is falling more and more in love which she didn’t think was possible at this point.

they had talked briefly before about the idea of having children but both agreed that not only was it a long way off but they also shared similar fears of the kind of parents they’d be, but staring at percy now, holding a tiny baby in his arms, his touch feather light as if she was a delicate, fragile thing that would shatter if he even spoke too loud, annabeth knows. she knows just the kind of father he’d be and gods does she want that. she can see it now, herself laying in the hospital bed, percy sitting on the edge and holding their child, his voice thin and shaky as he carries not just their child but the weight of his love and pride for his wife and family they’re creating. annabeth has never wanted anything more.

[mo-mode]

Chiron: Welcome to Camp Half-Blood! Home to demigods of—

Me: Yeah yeah, which demigods can see the shrimp colors?

Chiron: Excuse me?

Me: You heard me. Who’s got the shrimp colors?

Chiron: Well, ah…Iris is the goddess of the rainbow, and Poseidon is god of the sea, but I don’t think—

Me: Give me the shrimp colors, horse man.