So You Know How In The Show, Annabeth Is A Black Girl? Annabeth In The Books Is Always Mentioned To Not

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i need these

what was clarisse's plan in dumping percy into the lake?

"You're gonna be okay?"

"I don't know, it depends, you're gonna ask me this all the time?" Clarisse muffled in her boyfriend's shoulder, her head tucked against it.

Fortunately, no one was near her cabin at the moment therefore she could allow herself some PDA without anyone interrupting them.

"Sorry. I'm just worried about you." Chris said with a tone that was meant to be casual but she knew him for years by now; his worry was more than palpable.

She sighed and squeezed his hand in her own. Sometimes, she truly thought she didn't deserve him.

"I just... I miss her, Chris. I still can't believe she's gone."

"I know... I'm gonna miss her too. But at least she's with Beck' now. She's in peace, and she'd want you to be as well."

Clarisse shrugged. Her eyes focused on that ray of sunlight reflecting on one of Cabin 5's windows and that was announcing the end of the day. "It's gonna take some time, I think. And a lot of punching bags."

"I'll be here, if you need me. Always. But don't use me as a punching bag please."

She chuckled and slowly moved her head towards his. They were about to kiss when-

"Hey guys-woah! Private time here, eheh, too bad I don't have my camera."

"The heck you want Connor?" The daughter of Ares groaned at the other son of Hermes who was grinning at them.

"Well guess who else are about to go all kissy kissy? Guys it's Percabeth, something's happening!"

Chris rolled his eyes and said something about his brother acting like a fan girl but Clarisse frowned for a second before getting up.

"Get your annoying other half and the other Aphrodites. We're going to make them remember that kiss."

"Ooh, you're speaking my language for once La Rue. I'll get everyone, they're at the pavilion!" Connor said before dashing off excitedly.

Chris smiled at her and both followed him. Clarisse didn't know if it was going to make her feel better but at least, Silena's favorite ship was going to sail according to camp's tradition.

I would fall into the pits of hell with you rather than face the thought you might suffer alone. A powerful goddess erased all my memories but she couldn’t make me forget the sound of your laugh. You are my tether to mortality and the hand that saved me from drowning. The first time you kissed me I caused a seismic volcanic earthquake. When I met Aphrodite I thought she looked like you. The divine rulers of this universe fear I might burn down the world if you asked. And I would. Without hesitation. Do you get it? Do you understand?

If you're feeling like writing some percabeth, I would love to see the “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”. Thank you in advance, love your writing!!

“I’ve missed you,” Annabeth murmurs, burying her head into Percy’s soft sweatshirt, trying to reconcile this warm feeling with what’s left of a memory from months ago. It’s been too long. 

“Me too, Wise Girl. Me too,” Percy says back to her, “I’ve missed you more.”

“I missed you most!” Annabeth leans back from the embrace, smirking at him and sniping at him competitively.

They laugh together. 

I can get used to this, Annabeth thinks. 

Even as they sail towards their next challenge on the Argo II, she feels fortunate. After not seeing him for so many months -- months of crying to Sally and torturing herself with what-ifs -- Annabeth can finally hold him in her arms. 

The only thing she has to do is to try her best on ignoring the voice in the back of her head, taunting her about her solo quest and the eventuality of what other horrors that can bring.

“Hey,” Percy says, drawing her back to the present, “we can talk more tonight. I know you wanted to check with Piper, Jason, and Leo to see how they are getting along with Frank and Hazel. Go ahead, I know we don’t have too much time before dinner. Frank wanted to run something by me, too.”

Annabeth nods, and looks wistfully at Percy as she moves to leave. When she glances back by the door, he is staring at her, smiling weakly. 

“What?” she asks, suddenly self conscious. Did she have something on her face?

“Nothing,” he says.

Just when she was about to turn back, Percy blurts, “are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Annabeth is taken aback, briefly. She wonders if he knows which specific question she really is dying to ask, because there are so many. 

Did he really remember her all along? 

If he did, did he try his best to find her (as she did to find him) in all those months?

Did he get a chance to talk to his mom yet? Does he know how she and Sally had cried into each other’s arms for months when he disappeared?

Is he resentful for this world and all that it’s brought them?

So many questions flitted through her brain, but the one that makes it to him is, “you nicked your chin when you shaved.” 

“Oh,” Percy says, touching a hand to his chin, certainly not expecting this observation. 

Annabeth wants to scream into the heavens, on how unfair it is that they missed so much time together. Percy didn’t even used to shave regularly the last time they saw each other, the fall after they defeated Kronos. 

“Your invincibility -- it’s gone,” Annabeth explains, patiently waiting for Percy to tell her what happened. It hurts, more than a little, to know that the link between Percy’s mortality and her was severed.

He sighs and tells her about The Little Tiber. 

Annabeth swears that after all this (if there is an “after,” she isn’t quite sure), she will do whatever possible to leave the world of the gods behind.

My neighbour has been trying to learn how to play the trumpet. And I say trying becAUSE AFTER 5 FREAKIN YEARS HE MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME HE STARTS PLAYING UNDER THE SEA

Like i know i cant sing but thats another level revenge

like sorry it was a good episode i liked it but they missed like. the deeper meanings of some choices and actions like luke genuinely trying to kill percy and almost succeeding. like sally choosing to defeat her monster.

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

Suzanne collins wrote a trilogy where a main media propaganda strategy was to market a horrific act of violence as a love story to distract ppl and then it got adapted into a box office breaking movie and ppl made it all about the love triangle. so then since they didn’t get the point the first time Suzanne collins wrote a prequel story about the main dictator and she makes it so that you as a reader want it to be a genuine love story so badly even tho it’s so very clearly not and instead feels extremely unsettling to make her point even more meta which then gets adapted into another box office breaking film and now ppl are making romantic snowbaird tik toks. do u think she’s gonna write another book that’s somehow even more blatant or just give up and start executing ppl? hard to say but I wouldn’t blame her for the second one

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.