love that the song that goes “you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes” applies to Percy and Annabeth for both the books and the show
not to alarm anyone but is anybody else worried about how everybody is fucking stupid
i think about this picture every day
whoever styled him this day: thank you. white tank, nips hard, biceps OUT, hair perfect, bisexual swag. good golly!
how many times do you think at chb that someone was dating an unclaimed kid/two unclaimed kids were dating and then got claimed and ending up being siblings bc it definitely happened before. this is the real reason percy made the gods claim their kids actually
i HATE patrick zweig haters
"Percy is a hufflepuff," I say into the mic. The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room. "They're right," she says. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 2nd row stands: Annabeth Chase.
People don’t even say that they’re bi anymore they just say they like Challengers
happy national girlfriend day I love my girlfriend <3
I like to think about Camp Half Blood and how its probably full of old hidden kid structures
It's an ancient sacred valley, that has trained and housed children for thousands of years, many of those kids coming from artisan backgrounds and gods. Kids build things, kids make forts and rope swings and tree houses. Kids need hidy holes and pretend play boxes and secrets.
I like to think about walking in the CHB woods, off the trail in a place you think dryads have only ever been to. And then you come to this tree with wooden planks nailed to it. You look up into this old oak and above you is a few more boards, just enough to make good seating hidden in the branches. There are initials carved in the bark, no one you recognize, and doodles on the boards. You don't know who built it or when, was it put up last year or fifty years ago, but someone dragged 2x4s miles and miles through the trees and made a place just for them. Your reminded that this place has always been here, that so many half-bloods have come and gone, but all throughout the valley there are still echoes of them
‘I was here’ says the little jerry-rigged bridge over the creek, ‘I mattered’ says the rope swing into the lake, ‘Even if I'm forgotten’ says the crumbling fort in the woods, ‘I left something behind’ says the initials in the tree
i miss challengers so bad can they remake it every year with the exact same cast and plot but make it a different sport every time