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Every time I remember Thalia's actress in the show is British I laugh. Please keep her British. I need to see Percy making fun of her accent like "bit sad innit pinecone face" when he gets pissed and Thalia electrocuting him with four lightning bolts in a row. It would be extremely in character

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CONTROVERSIAL OPINION ABOUT BISEXUALITY

that purple in the middle is not the right saturation, it doesn't fit with the other two colors and it drives me crazy.

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not to be a number nerd on main but 2025 (45^2) will be the only square year most of us ever experience. the last one was 1936 and the next one will be 2116

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Maria holding baby Nico: Aww your so cute I could eat you up

Hades, who's father ate him as a baby, taking the baby from her: What

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Never forget asexuals. asexuals highkey cool. If youre ace youre valid

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Percy Jackson fan? Yes. Epic the musical fan? Yes. Greek mythology nerd? Yes.

Can I be considered a triple threat now?

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I love Lauren Roberts with my whole heart.

And hate her too.

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Well looks like people did agree after all

I feel like most people won't agree with this but it's my option so deal with it. I don't think any of the pjo characters would name their kids after friends who died.

The first reason being that it would probably bring them a lot of pain. I mean just imagine, every time you look at your child, you think of the friend you failed, who if you tried harder they could still be here. Every happy moment, every good time is tinted with the memory of their death.

Secondly, how would the kid feel if they found out who they were named after? Maybe they would feel proud to carry on their legacy, or maybe pressured to do so. Pressured to live up to that person, feel like they have something to prove. Maybe prove that they are their own person, that they have their own options and ideas.

It might also offend other people, like Percy naming his daughter after Bianca, Nico might be against it as he thinks/thought that Percy is the reason Bianca died.

Anyway, sorry if I offended anyone, it just my opinion.

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Friendly reminder that this blog doesn't tolerate transphobia, biphobia or aphobia

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I love them so much ❤️❤️

son of neptune is also funny because the characters have no significant issue with each other. every other previous mainline book involves some kind of tense dynamic with the questing characters. in tlt it's percy and annabeth. in som annabeth hates tyson and percy is defensive of him whilst trying to swallow the fact that he's embarrassed to have a monster for a brother. in ttc percy and thalia and zoë are all fighting with each other constantly. in botl percy is back to childish quarreling with annabeth over the luke/rachel stuff + grover is scared of tyson + annabeth is intensely antagonistic towards rachel. and in tlo percy and annabeth are bickering again + percy strangles nico for lying to him. even jason and piper (though jason is still immediately jumping off a cliff to save her whilst unaware that he can fly) have instant tension in their dynamic that runs through the veins of tlh and beyond + leo struggles with feeling like a third wheel + piper is worried about betraying them for her father and that impacts the way she interacts with them

and then son of neptune rolls around and percy is immediately just like Wow you two are just awesome. I know we just met but we're besties now. and frank and hazel both already like + know each other and they immediately stick their necks out for percy and like him. like this has never happened in any other book before. they don't clash with each other At All. they have uncomplicated affection for each other in all directions of their trio and that kindness and affection is the soul of son of neptune. they are just so so friendly to one another and the only source of awkwardness among the main characters is frank's crush on hazel since the start of the book, a crush that barely even results in any real tension or conflict because they're still best friends from the jump and hazel likes him too, she's just a lot less willing to do anything about it because she hates herself and thinks gonna die by the end of the week

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I feel like most people won't agree with this but it's my option so deal with it. I don't think any of the pjo characters would name their kids after friends who died.

The first reason being that it would probably bring them a lot of pain. I mean just imagine, every time you look at your child, you think of the friend you failed, who if you tried harder they could still be here. Every happy moment, every good time is tinted with the memory of their death.

Secondly, how would the kid feel if they found out who they were named after? Maybe they would feel proud to carry on their legacy, or maybe pressured to do so. Pressured to live up to that person, feel like they have something to prove. Maybe prove that they are their own person, that they have their own options and ideas.

It might also offend other people, like Percy naming his daughter after Bianca, Nico might be against it as he thinks/thought that Percy is the reason Bianca died.

Anyway, sorry if I offended anyone, it just my opinion.

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His mom had been confused when Percy told her that Grover was coming with him and Annabeth on their cross country journey.

"You know you two don't need a chaperone, right?" She'd asked. Percy appreciated having a cool mom. She was cooler than him, really.

"Yeah, but it's about old times sake," Percy explained. "And he can smell monsters at a distance," he added, "and we need him to rent the car." Grover was thirty. They were not.

"Ah," his mom said, "that makes sense."

Grover's nose ended up being something of a liability. Or at least, a wrench in Annabeth's itinerary. But she was used to Percy and Grover, and, well, even herself, disrupting her own plans.

Annabeth had planned the whole trip of course. Every meal, every motel, every road side attraction she had penned down in her time table. And she'd found some really cool places along the way. There was one night they got to stay in an old train caboose. They were all pretty excited about it.

So it wasn't ideal when Grover yelled: "Stop!" At a volume Percy was tempted to call total pandemonium.

Thankfully that long stretch of county road on a late Sunday afternoon was empty. Percy was able to put on his blinker and pull over fast, while yelling "What? What? What?!" in harmony with his girlfriend.

"Animals in trouble," Grover said, before climbing out of the back.

"Well, let's go," Annabeth said, un-clicking her seat-belt and opening the door. Percy pouted. Their next motel was one of the few places they had the budget for two rooms, and he was hoping to get there sooner rather than later.

But he wasn't one to leave his two favorite people alone with the corn and whatever threat lurked in it. He took the keys out of the ignition and locked the door before following Grover and Annabeth.

Percy heard Annabeth's soft "aww," which mean baby animal close by before he heard the kitten squeaking for help.

And then he heard Grover's enraged: "Who would do this!?"

Percy looked at Annabeth, and saw the little gray kitten climbing her pant leg. She gently pulled it off of her, before cuddling it close.

The single kitten's cry for help was suddenly several kittens all looking to them. Percy counted seven -- no, eight -- no, nine. Nine. All little babies. All looking for help.

Annabeth and Grover looked back at him, and Percy didn't need an empathy link to know all nine were going in their car.

Not that he'd protest at all. He might be a bit burnt out on hero-ing, but kittens didn't count.

Before Percy could even really think, he was taking off his hoodie and gathering as many kittens as he could. Five, it turned out, would fit. Grover did the same. When they got back to the car, Annabeth was behind the wheel, and Percy and Grover were in the back with nine new babies.

"That's all of them, right?" Annabeth asked.

"They said three have already faded," Grover said, sadly. Annabeth looked about ready to cry, "but these are all the rest of them. They're from three litters."

"Poor things," Annabeth said. "We need to take them somewhere, and fast."

They dropped Grover off on the side of the road and drove about a mile up while he checked Google maps and called some other satyrs for help. The last thing they needed was Percy's proximity to a cellphone bringing a chimera down on their nine new babies.

"Good news," Grover said when they picked them back up, "there's a satyr nearby who fosters kittens. He can take them and get them to a vet."

The little gray one had fallen asleep in Percy's lap. It was the same beautiful dusty color as Annabeth's eyes. It had been the first one to call out for help, the brave one who was near the road, who climbed up Annabeth.

"All of them?" Percy asked, scratching the kitten behind its ears.

"Well," Grover said, "he has room for all nine. Unless ..."

Percy met Annabeth's eyes in the rear view mirror.

The gray kitten started purring in Percy's hand. Now he was pretty sure he was going to cry.

"Your friend will make sure they get good homes, right?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, of course," Grover promised. "Of course, you two would be a good home."

"You can't say shit like that," Annabeth said.

"And please, not when she's driving. She's only got her learners permit," Percy reminded Grover, wiping the tears from his own eyes.

"Wait, so letting you drive right now is super illegal?" Grover asked.

"Oh yeah, for sure," Annabeth said. "So don't make me cry."

"As protector of this cross country quest, I am going to need Percy to take over," Grover said. Annabeth put on her turn signal and pulled over.

There wasn't much farther to go to get to the satyr who would take the kittens. But Percy took over driving anyway. The little gray kitten screamed when he tried to move, though.

"She doesn't want you to leave," Grover said.

Percy pulled his arms into his hoodie so that he could turn it around, getting the hood in front. He plopped the kitten in his hood, and she stopped squealing.

"It's a girl?" Annabeth asked.

"That one is," Grover confirmed, petting the kitten between her ears. Percy looked at Annabeth, and he had a feeling they were on the same page. He looked at Grover, and Grover got the memo too. "She's decided you're her dad," he told Percy. Well, that did it.

"Well, good," Annabeth said, "because she's sticking with us."

"Does she have a name for Annabeth?" Percy asked. Nope had named him Alley Boy, so maybe this time she's be the one who --

"Mom, just mom," Grover said.

Annabeth cried for real that time. Percy wiped her tears, kissed her gently, hardly even annoyed that she didn't get a crappy nickname, before saying, "I better get us to this satyr fast, before we end up with nine kittens to take care of."

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Neil Sapling actually had a very robust kitten room set up, and he seemed completely prepared to accommodate eight new babies into his life. He also made sure the one who had adopted Percy and Annabeth got fed, had food for the road, a litter box, a collar, a carrier, and good bed to sleep in. Although, she did prefer Percy's hood.

"She's a bit dirty," Neil told them, rubbing her down with some no-rinse shampoo quickly, so they could get back on the road. "She's actually a diluted tortie it looks like," he said, pointing to some spots of brown and white on her. "That's a rare coloring! Be careful though, she'll have an attitude."

"She's perfect," Annabeth said.

"Birds of a feather," Percy teased. Annabeth didn't even protest. She just nodded and picked up the little baby.

"Are you okay sticking with us?" Annabeth asked her.

"She said yes," Neil promised. "As long as I promise to find good homes for the rest of them. Which I will. I swear to Pan, your brothers and sisters are taken care of." Their kitten squeaked again. "Alright, she says she's ready to go then."

Percy plopped her in her little carrier, and they said good bye to the rest of the gang.

When they got back in the car, Annabeth took the front seat again, and let the kitten out to sit on her lap.

"Oh my god," she said, looking at the little thing, "we have a cat!"

"Never thought the two most dog people I've ever met in my life would have a cat," Grover said from the back.

"Well, with a lady so perfect, how could we not?" Percy asked, scratching under the baby's chin.

"Is that her name?" Annabeth asked. "Lady?"

"No," Grover said, "she's not a fan."

"Let's get back on the road," Percy said, "and see if we come up with something good."

"Does she have a name?" Annabeth asked Grover.

"She said no, but she'll let you know when she approves."

"Annabeth Junior," Annabeth suggested.

"I might want to name our human daughter that, try again," Percy said. Annabeth turned bright red and smiled, while Grover made a barfing noise in the back.

"What was the name of the cat who lived in your bodega?" Annabeth asked.

"Not sure," Percy confessed. "Everyone just kind of called her 'here kitty kitty,' or 'good girl.'"

"Well, 'good girl' won't work," Annabeth mumbled.

"Too much! I know too much about you both!" Grover said, obviously full of regrets.

Percy just laughed.

After a minute of uncomfortable quiet, Annabeth said, "What about 'Bodega'? Maybe 'Boo' for short?"

"Huh?" Percy said.

"Her name," Annabeth said. The kitten was fast asleep in her lap, purring as she rubbed her belly. "If we called her Bodega, you'd always have a Bodega cat, even out in California."

"I really like that," Percy said with a smile and a warm feeling in his chest. "Of course, it seems like it's up to her," Percy said, nodding towards the kitten.

"What do you think?" Annabeth whispered to her. "Do you like that name? Should we call you Boo?"

The kitten purred louder.

"She likes it," Grover confirmed.

Percy smiled wide and drove on towards their motel with his little bodega cat in tow.

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This is why I love fantasy book dedications

City of Dusk by Tara Sim

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Have you ever thought about the faith Achilles had in Patroclus? Achilles always waits for Patroclus.

Achilles waited for Patroclus to come to his palace. He waited for Patroclus to come closer to him to be his friend and right hand man. He waited for him to sleep together. He waited for their first kiss. He waited for Patroclus to reach him, for he was not going to leave with Chiron without him. He waited for him on the island of Skyros in order to be reunited one day. He waited for “his husband”. Achilles waited to see Patroclus every evening or morning after the battle because he was his life breath. He hoped to be reunited with him because he was his home and safe place.

He waited for his return after Patroclus left in his armor for Troy. He waited for a sign or a message from his spirit. He wished that his wait would be short and that the gods would finally give his soul a rest so that he could be with Patroclus again.

He waited for Patroclus in the Underworld.

Achilles always hoped that Patroclus would find a way to be reunited with him. They are the eternal reunion.