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don’t let this joke die
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: some possible gay subtext, but other than that pretty straight
The Heroes of Olympus: first canon LGBT+ characters, plus set up for future same-sex couple
The Trials of Apollo: YOU'RE GAY! I'M GAY! THAT GEYSER'S GAY! E V E R Y O N E I S G A Y
Monsters when Percy was 12 years old: Fuck Percy Jackson!
Monsters when Percy is 17 years old: Fuck, it’s Percy Jackson!
Nero: I have an army!
Apollo: [blurts out defensively] We have Percy Jackson!
another memorable scene from trials of apollo (insp)
Artemis: everything doesn’t revolve around you
Apollo: it kinda does, I’m the fucking sun
Grover is the true reason we’re not all dead yet
cop: turn around
apollo: every now and then i get a little bit lonely and you’re never coming ‘round
cop: TURN AROUND
apollo: every now and then—
apollo: *gets tased*
Percy: You are my one and only Annabeth Chase.
Annabeth: Honestly Percy, Did you say the same thing to Rachel and Calypso?
Percy: Well, yeah.
Annabeth: *outraged*
Percy: I told them Annabeth Chase is my one and only.
Annabeth: *tears up* You know you are my idiot, right?
Percy: Okay, let's say sorry at the count of three.
Annabeth: 1..........2...........3
Percy: .....
Annabeth: ........
Percy: I am disappointed in both of us.
Annabeth: You should be.
Percy: The eagles won last night.
Jason: Oh you watched the game?
Percy: *covered in blood and scratches*
Percy: What game?
me after reading a plot twist in a book I’ve reread 50 times
Percy: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can’t have you ask any questions why.
Nico: only if you also don’t ask why
Nico: *pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* take your pick.
Percy:
Nico:
Percy: this one is fine
“A DADA teacher tries to kill me - a sequel”
“Put this horcrux back where it came from or so help me”
“Fifth year: I still have no idea what’s going on”
“I don’t have bones and I am not surprised”
“Hermione solves everything, even faster than Annabeth Chase (though I have no idea who that is)”
“I have to catch a flying golden shit”
“I’m dead, but not really”
“An ancient cup tries to tell me what to do”
“To all the boys I’ve ever killed before - Tom Riddle’s diary”
“Wingardium Levifuckyou”
Someone give these hardworking demigods a hug god damn it
From time to time I think about the worst case scenario in which the Greeks and Romans actually fight on Half-Blood Hill.
Throughout the series, the way they describe the legion is as an unstoppable force that would make the Greek demigods falter and be crushed in that they were out matched in every sense - sheer numbers, skills, and tactics, but I actually think that the Greeks would win, hear me out.
1. The Greeks live in a camp with a forest that comes stocked with monsters to fight and train against. They live in near constant danger.
2. Because all the Greeks are 1st generation demigods they are likely more in touch with their godly parentage. (There’s not a whole lot of evidence of this, but if Octavian is the Augur for the romans and he’s a distant descendent I’m inclined to believe that not many of them have much control over their parents domain/sphere of influence)
3. The Greeks - 30-40 strong defended Olympus: against hordes of monsters, titans, and turned gods and goddesses - ALONE. And since then the survivors have been training along side the newer campers, teaching them how to stay alive.
4. When Percy first arrived at Camp Jupiter and played in the legion’s war games, none of the Roman defenders knew how to defend or stop Percy’s fighting style - which is VERY much Greek. (Yes I know he had the help of a miniature hurricane, but mainly kept projectiles away from him. The romans utilize numbers while the Greeks utilize surroundings.
5. Half-Blood Hill is where the Greeks are strongest. Literally a home field advantage. Almost every Greek demigod reaches Thalia’s Tree against the odds of a pursuing monster.
6. The Greeks have always been more attuned to other creatures in their world. They have more friends - both beast and human. Percy can call upon the Cyclopes in Poseidon’s Forge (because let’s be honest- you hurt Percy’s home Tyson will kill you dead), Grover can rally all the nature spirits in a 5 mile radius as a Lord of the Wild, Chiron could theoretically ask for the aid of the Party Ponies - which would really terrify the Romans as centaurs are seen as evil beings to them (also noted by Percy that evil centaurs felt wrong to him), worse comes to worse, Thalia and the Hunters of Artemis would likely lend a hand too, despite their grudge with the campers -which was eased during the battle of manhattan to a friendly rivalry (also, the hunters were very much a Greek tribe of warrior women) because CHB is their second home — basically what I’m saying is that the Greeks could easily rally enough supporters to triple or quadruple their numbers, enough to match those of the Roman camp
7. But Matt… what about the roman’s Eagles, their elephant, and the Amazons? Listen. The eagles are very good at scouting and recovering but they make easy targets for the Apollo cabin to shoot out of the sky. The Amazon’s have no stake in the squabble- it’s unlikely that they would come to the aid of a conquering force: the amazons have always been known as defenders - their own homelands, Coming to aid Troy - they always get something out of it. And I’m sorry but Hannibal would barely make it up Half-Blood Hill before Peleus ripped him apart.
8. This is definitely not the first time the Greeks have been ambushed at CHB. The will have tons of defenses laying in wait. Many, even they forgot we’re there. After Thalia’s Tree was posioned Monsters could break through the magical barrier protecting camp - showing how quickly the Greeks could respond to an attack, and how deadly they could be be even in pajamas and half armored up. Not to mention how rapidly they were able to establish a countermeasure for the Battle of the Labyrinth at Zeus’ Fist.
9. The way CHB is set up, gives each cabin a voice, a way to promote their strengths in times of need - the Athena and Ares cabin would easily dominate the warfront and strategy talks while the other campers race around thickening the brush in the forest, added more gadgets and automaton defenses, prepping weapons, laying distractions, setting up hunters perches in strategic places, fortifying camp and adding bunkers and hideouts to sneak around (we all know the Greeks are cunning- it how they survive when numbers are low - think Trojan War, Battle of Manhattan, All of Percabeths time in Tartarus is just showcasing the inherent trait they all share.)
10. The Roman legion is literally without proper leadership. Both acting Praetors are off field - yes Reyna is returning, but even she would likely not support the attack on CHB after learning everything she has and traveling with the the Statue of Athena and fighting alongside Greeks.
11. And let me say- I know we had more time with the Greeks but even the powers that some of the halfbloods at camp Jupiter have seen relatively unimpressive: the most spectacular being Jason who can control the winds - but the Greeks can bless and curse weaponry (Ares/Athena), necromancy and mist manipulation (via Hecate cabin), and the ability to put others to sleep and plague their dreams (Hypnos) to name a few. The connection to the gods was always stronger in Greece than in Rome.
12. The Greeks fight with no rules. Everything is about survival. And they (as a whole) always survive. The romans fight was a kind of respect, for a lack of a better word.
13. You better believe there would be some monstrous tag teams from the Hephaestus-Hermès co-op that would do some SERIOUS damage… and no one wants to be on the receiving end of a Hephaestus machine or a Hermès prank.
14. Culturally speaking, if the romans could even destroy the Greeks it would entirely decimate their own culture. Their gods only exist because they were adopted from their Greek forms - some were literally just pull straight over - ie Apollo (didn’t even get a name change smh). The Greeks could theoretically decimate the Roman camp and remain unaffected by the blow back as their pantheon would remain intact. (But that’s hypothetical)
She doesn’t fight crime Or wear a cape She doesn’t read minds Or levitate But every time my world needs saving She’s my Superman Some folks don’t believe in heroes ‘Cause they haven’t met my mom
and we’re too weak to quit a fandom
Apollo, Greek god of healing, medicine, music and poetry
Inspired by this post by @blvnk-art :
(also i wrote this with 'To Build A Home' by The Cinematic Orchestra in the background, maybe you could too)
It wasn't a particularly special day, the first time she did it. It was just another afternoon, not long after they had finished unpacking the furniture in their new house. Dust motes still danced lazily through the air where they were thrown by the movement of boxes and plastic coverings, lit up by the beam of sunlight that lay across them where they sat, squeezed onto the same armchair.
"Harry."
"Yes, Ginny dear?" Harry shifted his head from where it rested against her shoulder to look at her, marvelling as he always did at the way her hair looked when it caught the light just so.
"Had you noticed all our furniture was red?" She moved, almost imperceptibly, to look right back at him. He wasn't sure how she did it, but her eyes always seemed to see through him, even when they glinted with amusement like they did now. "Or gold. Or a yellow that could almost be called gold."
"Mm? I hadn't noticed." Harry broke their gaze. He knew he couldn't keep a straight face if he carried on looking at her, with that little half-smile.
"Its almost like they're Gryffindor colours, darling." Her arms wound their way around his neck, fingers tracing tiny absent-minded patterns there as she smiled at him.
"Oh, what a.. lovely coincidence."
"Yes, a...coincidence."
They both broke into laughter. Harry took another look at Ginny as she closed her eyes and laughed, nose scrunching up as she laughed in that way that always made him want to kiss her, drawing your eye to those freckles that he thought really looked like some kind of artwork, particularly held in the sun like this. Her skin was smoothed over by the light, and looked as soft as it felt as he stroked a thumb over Ginny's cheek, holding her face in that mesmerised way he always did.
At some point she stopped laughing and noticed him staring. Ginny looked down at Harry, shifting her legs in his lap and moving one hand to lie on top of his.
"You do know that I understand that, right?" Her eyes met his with such gentleness, and the way she held him meant that of course he knew, of course he knew she understood because Ginny saw him. She smiled, Harry's hand drifted down from her face to rest securely on the small of her back.
Ginny hesisted, just for a moment, before bringing both hands up to his face. She helf him, and Harry closed his eyes as fingertips joined the sun in caressing his face with love and warmth. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, her fingers working through the knots and tangles there, letting the whole of his face feel the last kiss of the sun. He felt her hands leave his face, and nearly opened his eyes.
Then, she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Not just his forehead, to the lightening shaped scar that had brought them so much trouble.
For just a split second he froze in fear, a breath caught in his throat, the sensation awakening an old fear. The moment of fear was shattered when a strand of Ginny's hair brushed his neck, and he caught the scent of her perfume in the air. As he relaxed, he could almost feel his brain beginning to whir as he contemplated the meaning of what she had just done, the safety and surety of being in her presence, the weight of her on his lap and reality of her held there in his hands, permanent and loving and good. The moment passed and she sat up to look at him, in that simple way only she could, as though she had not just done something so meaningful and tender he thought his heart might explode.
"Ginny?"
"Yes Harry?"
He grinned at her. "Nothing." He reached up to pull her in to a kiss. He was safe here. Never had there been a place safer for him than her arms. He was safe.
All was well.
#we deserved more of her
When I find out that someone else is into the same fandom as I am but I don’t want to freak them out by fangirling too much so I’m like…
This whole "Disney Twisted Tales" collection and their premises are just too intereresting to ignore. AND LOOK AT THOSE COVER ARTS!!!!
Narnia The Lion Witch And The Wardrobe
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
Aslan: There is only one thing worse than dying.
Aslan: *removes tape to show the word ‘Edmund’ above ‘dying’*
Peter: *gasp* EDMUND!
Lucy: No!
Edmund Pevensie lion witch and the wardrobe
Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror.