I Think Arthur And Lancelot Would Have Been The Best Couple.

I think Arthur and Lancelot would have been the best couple.

Sue me, I love sad tragic couples.

Like, was having a threesome that hard?

We could have named you guys and Guinevere's ship name polyarmoury.

Poly ARMOURY.

DAMN IT YOU BITCHES.

I like eroupa but I also want to see her get crushed by an asteroid and die.

Both her and Ganymede combined.

Imma be real with you guys, I think Lloyd is gonna be a great father when he has a kid one day.

He'd be one of those parents who hover over their children, constantly telling them how much he loves them and that no matter what he's always gonna be by their side. You know, because trauma!

He's in a constant fear that he's gonna be like his father one day; That he's gonna leave his kid to fend for themself in a world that's out to get them.

This fear keeps growing and eventually spills over when his kid accidentally hurts themself.

He finally takes the cue to go and actually fucking talk with someone about his emotions and to talk to his teammates.

Oh, and he would also give candy to his kid. Because he would, don't fight me on this.

(Also, Kai tears up every time he sees Lloyd and his kid because this is the man HE raised, the little gremlin who was stealing candy yesterday. Nya is patting his brother on the back and wiping a tear in the corner of her eye. Jay is full-on sobbing every time he holds Lloyd's kid, Cole is standing behind him, watching him like a hawk so Jay doesn't accidentally drop the poor baby. (He and Kai have battled over who is the best uncle. (Spoiler: it's Zane. )) And Zane is shaking his head and making food for everyone.)

Thank you @rosabell14 for reminding me how much I despise Rick's portrayal of the hunters.

Good God where do I even start!?

Let's start with my girl Zoe, and look I love her, but I cannot bring myself to forget the blatant way she SPECIFICALLY chose Bianca to be on the quest.

It was obvious as hell that she chose her because:

She just got recruited, she has no bond with Zoe or other members of the hunt, therefore if they lose her, she wouldn't feel that guilty or upset about it.

Strategically, she's also inexperienced, by sacrificing her, they are preserving more precious and useful members of the hunt who have more experience in battle and teamwork. By losing Bianca, she is essentially losing NOTHING, because if she's lost, then they're just gonna be back to the way they were before.

She also does the bare minimum to protect her on the quest, mostly ignoring her for the most part. There is no scene where she tries to help Bianca learn or give her pointers to her, to, you know, NOT DIE!?

Might be harsh from me, but I put half of the blame of Bianca's death on her. Bianca was her responsibility, and Zoe is not a teenager, she is thousands of years old and has been in the hunt for many years. Yes, Bianca should have not touched anything, but she's a kid and the responsibility of kids on the assigned guardian.

Look, I know why Zoe did why she did, she's a human like the rest of us, but her feelings are an explanation for what she did, not a justification.

Next is Artemis.

I get why she offered Bianca a place in the hunt, but at the very least she could have let her also see camp before offering her that, especially because she has a little brother which she loves. I can't really say much about her considering that Percy got kicked out of the tent before we could hear what she was saying to Bianca.

The next thing is the hunters characterization over all.

I cannot stand the way they act in camp. I'm sorry Rick, but you CAN like girly things and still be a warrior, liking pink isn't gonna stop me from punching someone in the face and shattering their jaw.

Why would you make the hunters look down on the Aphrodite kids because of that? If I like more feminine stuff, it isn't gonna decrease my capability as a person, it doesn't make me less.

The hunters, even in the myths, weren't just a man-hating group, they have had male members before, like that one guy Artemis went to hell and back to resurrect after he got killed by a sea monster.

Thank you for coming to my ramblings.

"Do you think it'll stop one day?" Percy asked of him one day, breaking the comfortable silence they both basked in.

Poseidon tilted his head toward his child, raising his eyebrow as Percy laid down on the wooden floor of the dock.

"What, little one?" He questions the boy back, his tone curious and fond.

His son sighs softly, splashing around the water with his feet. He looks up at the lavender-toned dawn, stars shining across the heavens like a divine pattern on the fabric of the world.

"The suffering. The constant struggle for a losing battle where I can never win." The boy says, the reflection of the stars in his eyes, like a swirling galaxy of miracles and wonder.

Poseidon stills.

He slowly turns to his son and closes his eyes as he breaths out his words.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes.

"Don't be," Percy says back, his voice firm but soft. "It's not your fault, and neither it is mine. I'm not blaming you for loving me enough to make my existence a reality."

Poseidon opens his eyes, his gaze filled with sadness.

"Then what can I do?" Poseidon whispers desperately. "Whisk you away to be my side? Keep you chained to this land by immortalizing your body and destroying your soul? You wouldn't want any of that. I am a god and yet I can do nothing to aid you with your pain." He finishes, falling silent as angry waves crash upon the shore and stormy clouds cover the sky like curtains.

Percy glances at the crashing waves on the horizon, at the dark ocean that stretches to eternity and beyond.

"I don't know. And it's okay for you to not know either." Percy says calmly.

"Just be here for me until I won't be here at all."

And wait until comes forth the inevitable end.

"Oh so I'm a bad parent?"

No. You're not. And that's what hurts the most.

Because I know that you're not.

I know you love me, I know you care about me, I know how much you suffer so I don't.

But sometimes, sometimes, I can't help thinking that you are.

You love me, but you hurt me just as much.

You hurt me, and I can't wonder but think you hate me.

You would burn down the world for me, yet you burn my heart with it.

I cry you know? Because I hate that I hate you for not loving me enough. I sleep at night wondering, if you love me, why do you hurt me?

And I hate you, because you make me hurt you too.

And I hate myself even more for it.

So please, if you love me, don't make me hate loving you.