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Actually, people are good by nature and you’re a fool if you think otherwise.
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probably a huge reach but I do wonder if percy’s refusal to explain his plans to anyone was influenced by him telling bianca his plan and then her getting herself killed trying to execute it
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Reblog this if you slept with my ex-wife Susan.
Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.
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If there's any character in this world who suffers from literary Ken-ification it's Patroclus. Especially in the zeitgeist of today (thanks tsoa), it's always Achilles AND Patroclus, never just Patroclus. Who is he? Why does he exist? He is Achilles' boyfriend! What's his job? Death! In the sense that he just. Dies. That's just his job now. Death. Death and Achilles' boyfriend. That's it.
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TOApril Day 11 - First Meeting
"Oh! Hello, tiny god. You're the new Olympian everyone's been talking about, aren't you? Nice to meet you."
I don't have many ideas for the next few prompts so I thought I'd catch up on some of the ones I missed instead! Here's Apollo and Helios for day 11 ✨
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Apollo really said he had to continue the cycle of being almost thrown into Tartarus when you're less than a week old. He looked at baby Hermes and said it was character development.
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Happy Solar Eclipse Day!
Artemis and Apollo seemed rather fitting :)
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i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.
when did they forget?
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I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.
I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.
Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.
Babes she would not MAKE it to that inn.
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While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping,
As of some one gently flapping, flapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some fairy,” I muttered, “slapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
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being around thalia grace means you slowly start to get more punk
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“What is happening?”
Nico slinks up beside Percy, who is sitting with Annabeth and watching a group of campers dancing out on the open grass.
There's country music playing from somewhere. What is going on.
“Line dancing.” Percy informs him with a grin, still watching the crowd. “Will was teaching the younger Apollo kids. Now half the camp is involved.”
Half the camp might be an overstatement, but the number is slowly growing as more campers wander over to see what’s going on.
“What.”
Nico cranes his neck. Sure enough, a familiar head of blonde curls is standing nearly a head above the rest of the campers (Will had another growth spurt that summer and finally broke six foot. He also was not about to let Nico forget it), as the head medic (and now dance instructor, apparently) guides the small gathering through a set of simple, repetitive steps.
He throws in a couple of high energy jumping, spinning movements with a laugh that earn him a slap on the arm from Kayla, who had been trying her best to follow her older brother until that moment.
Nico is in disbelief as it dawns on him; Will can dance. Talented a healer Will may be, the son of Apollo is famously, catastrophically - and those are his own words - lacking in the department of his father’s creative talents. Nico has watched Will trip over the ground, his own feet, and honest to Gods thin air more times than he can count and yet here, as the music changes to something a bit more upbeat, Nico realises that Will is showing off, with a series of complicated movements that only a few other kids, who have evidently done this before, can keep up with. Even Nico, with all his battle training, has trouble following.
Will looks up and catches his eye. Nico didn't think the smile on his tanned, freckle-covered face could get any brighter, but it does. Will waves to them, says something to Kayla, then jogs over.
“Hey!” Will passes a glance over Percy and Annabeth, but when his blue eyes meet Nico's, they don't stray. Nor does the bright, eager smile on his face.
Nico can hear the muffled laughter from his friends.
His ears are burning.
“Would y'all like to join in rather than just standin’ around?” Will asks, a little breathless. His eyes never leave Nico, even though the question is clearly directed at all of them.
Nico feels a little breathless, too.
“Nico would!” Percy says with far too much enthusiasm, and shoves Nico’s leg, right in the joint of his knee, sending him stumbling directly into Will’s arms as Will reaches out to steady him.
“Woah, careful.” Will grips his arms, voice low as he helps Nico to right himself while his heart does a series of complicated movements of its own.
Nico can feel goosebumps where Will is touching him, and he jumps back like he had been electrocuted. He turns to Percy with a near-murderous glare. Percy smiles serenely back.
“I don’t dance.” Nico answers flatly, directed more at the son of Poseidon, but behind him, he hears Will scoff.
“Bullshit, di Angelo. I’ve seen you sword fighting.”
“Yeah, Nico. And what is sword fighting, if not an elaborate dance between two - or more, in this case - people?” Percy adds helpfully, elbow on his knee and chin resting in his hand. He has the audacity to waggle his eyebrows at him.
“Exactly. Thank you, Percy.” Will is grinning, blissfully ignorant to the blatant ribbing occurring before him. Percy waves his hand and ducks his head with a smug smile.
“I think it would be fun.” Annabeth adds innocently, and Nico gives her a look of utter betrayal. He was expecting this from Percy, but has been hoping that Annabeth would have some sympathy towards him. She meets his eyes with a smile, before looking to her boyfriend. “We’ll join in a bit, Will. You two get started.”
Will shoots her a pair of finger guns, because of course he does. “I’m holdin' you to that.”
(“Will we?” Percy asks her, once they’re out of earshot
Annabeth grins. “No.”)
Still glaring daggers at his friends for their treachery, Nico feels a brush against his arm, and he looks down to see Will’s hand retreating. Looking up, the head of the Apollo cabin is watching him with a soft, hopeful expression.
“Coming?”
Nico groans internally. Damn Will and his stupid puppy eyes and damn him and his Stupid, Enormous Crush. He looks up at the sky, and sends a quick prayer to his father and any other god who might be listening to smite him now before he makes an even bigger fool of himself, because he just can’t say no to this boy, can he?
He sighs and resigns himself to his fate when nothing happens.
“Fine.”
With a smile that is nearly blinding, Will reaches back out to grab Nico’s arm, and all but drags him towards the crowd.
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I FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE OOPS. anyway percy jackson pulls up to the big three kid hangout in a bass pro shops shirt and is smited on sight
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What are some of your Jason Grace hcs?
OOOOOOH YAY! Thanks a lot anon, I super appreciate these! Pls keep questions like this coming guys they make my day!
Ok:
- he came to new Rome at 4, spending 2 years with Lupa
-there was no middleman for this poor boy he went straight to the army, training with other kids like 3 times his age
- he got bullied by a lot of older kids (HE WAS 4 WHAT BEEF DID THEY HAVE??!)
- he has a lot of scars actually
- he is very scared of his dad
- he knows all the laws to exist ever in a certain location. Like if he’s standing in California he’ll know the laws there and if he’s standing in Iceland he’ll know the laws
- he was feral for a little bit
- he still bites ppl
- he’s rlly good at chores. Like too good.
- he literally has no social skills
- he’s the kinda friend to drop random lore about themselves that makes you go ??!!!
- hes an Olivia Rodrigo stan and guts was on his Spotify wrapped
- did I mention how very scared he is of his dad.
- he knows all of Roman history and infodumps it
- he has a great work ethic (he literally never takes any breaks ever)
- he also would never tell you if he got injured he’d just be like yeah it’s a small scratch Jason your leg is falling off
- he can’t tell jokes
-Bless his poor awkward soul
-RIGID POSTURE
-you know the stereotype of a military kid? Yeah that.
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If you ever feel unsure in your practice, remember that you are keeping Hellenism alive. You. You are. You’re a driving force, and you’re important.
You matter, whether or not you stick with it.
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