Love how Percy just casually drops lore all throughout the Son of Neptune. Frank and Hazel are getting the encyclopedia knowledge on every monster they encounter plus some extra side stories from how he fought them in gym classes and "oh yea, I had a fist fight with Kronos in Manhatten."
And then they meet Annabeth and realize that behind every goofy looking powerful guy, there's an incredibly smart, capable and even more powerful woman who makes sure he doesn't die on a daily basis and are like, "oh. thats why he's still alive."
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Forgot to post Apollo lol - He’s here now! 🔆
I’ll also get back on my creepypasta grind - comment ideas you wanna see in my style!
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That thing when you ask your professor a question and they get that distant look in their eyes and stare into space for a while and you can see them racking their brain for an answer and then, they get really excited when they realize that they dont know so now they have an excuse to research something new >>>
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Come, shining lyre, speak to me--gain the power of utterance.
ἄγι δὴ χέλυ δῖα μοι λέγε
φωνάεσσα δὲ γίνεω.
--Sappho, fr. 118
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The Secret History really makes Greek professors out to be mysterious and high-class but my professor is called Dorothy, wears socks in sandals, knits during class, knows 14 languages (including Sanskrit and Proto-Indo-European) and has asked me questions like; “If you were a kitchen cabinet, what kind of cabinet would you be?” during break. Nothing mysterious about that woman but she’s so very talented and so much fun to be around.
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Sally, after Percy tells her about the battle with the giants: So what did we learn today about tending to every injury, even minor ones, immediately?
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Sappho, translated by Michael R. Burch, from “Fragment 11,”
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Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.
— Homer, The Iliad
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