People Love To Forget That Tbh-

People love to forget that tbh-

Same with how Percy considered it too.

And everyone thinks they are silly little guys and ignore shit that actually happened.

I think that some people in the fandom forget that Leo genuinely committed suicide.

No no no

Uncross that last bit, it’s true.

*Odysseus wants to rescue his men, like a good leader*

Ancient Greece, the Gods, his first mate: YOUR MERCY AND KINDNESS IS ONLY GOING TO GET US KILLED YOU ARE BEING IRRESPONSIBLE

*Odysseus becomes the monster he has been immensely pressured to become*

Ancient Greece, the Gods, his first mate: YOU- YOU- YOU MONSTER!!!! HOW COULD YOU????

I feel that is just America though

do you think mocking catholicism is funny

yes. next question

Loverboy.

The difference between Athena's "Enlighten me, what's your name", challenging and almost playing into the game as her way of acknowledging the fact that he bested her

And her father's, Zeus's "Enlighten me, king of Ithaca" mocking and demeaning to Odysseus who didn't manage to escape him, the king of Gods.

SOMEONE WRITE A FIC

Daughter of Poseidon Annabeth and Son of Athena Percy

Think about it!

Frederick Chase, military historian with a particular interest in the Navy and battleships, not the Airforce and battle planes. A baby is delivered to his doorstep in a wicker basket interwoven with seaweed and pearls, and he rages at the ocean to take it back but receives no answer.

The little girl of sea-green eyes grows up haunted not by hoards of spiders, but by true monsters, attracted by the scents of wet earth and brisk breezes that cloak her heavily. Her tantrums shake the building, her tears bring raging storms, her cheer blows the pipes.

When she runs, she learns the monsters that shadow powerful children, the threats aimed at those with scents that are too powerful. She looks at the lightning that arches over her sister's skin and attracts danger like a moth to lights, and decides: reign in what little of the typhoon inside of her she understands. She will not be abandoned for her heritage again.

(She only doubles her efforts to ignore the water calling to her, the horses speaking to her, the earth responding to her, when she sees that accursed pine tree atop the hill.)

(She gives no one a reason to think there is anything truly powerful about the little unclaimed girl clinging to her vengeful brother.)

Sally Jackson, aspiring writer and strong woman that has gone through many hardships and battles. A golden cradle arrives at her door and she takes it in without question, unexpected as it is.

The little boy of storm-grey eyes grows up at home, with a loving, if protective, mother and no father, with a scent of books and sap weak enough that it may remain unmasked without causing excessive trouble. The numerous schools he attends are not an attempt to keep him safe, but to find an environment that can cultivate his thirst for knowledge.

When he runs, he learns one cannot survive on knowledge alone, cannot rely on what is already known and true — there is always knowledge to be gained, and truth is never stagnant, no matter how assured one may be in it. He looks at the people around him, potential siblings and friends and enemies, all hurt and hunted, and decides: he will learn all that he can to protect them. He will not lose anyone to his heritage again.

(He doubles his efforts to learn sword stances and archery and horse riding, writes and rewrites plans and strategies, pores over maps and battleplans and hypotheticals over and over again.)

(He gives no one a reason to think there is any parent other than the Goddess of Battle Strategy for the little unclaimed boy clinging to his bitter grief.)