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Annabeth Chase - Character Growth at its Finest
I’m writing this because recently I have seen many people say that they really dislike or hate Annabeth and don’t know why people like her. I want to explain why people like Annabeth and why I personally find Annabeth a compelling character who I can relate to.
Annabeth starts out the series as a jaded young girl who has lead a rough life. She has been experiencing monster attacks since she was five or six. She ran away from home at the age of seven because of the emotional abuse her stepmother put her through due to the near constant monster attacks. She had terrible nightmares and her father neglected her. She would have died from either monsters or starvation if she wasn’t found by Thalia and Luke. They quickly became her new family. Annabeth loses this newfound family Thalia through sacrifice and Luke through betrayal. Due to these events she doesn’t trust others easily and avoids attachment because anyone she does get attached to leaves by either their own free will or force. Annabeth tries to solve her own problems and doesn’t trust others to solve her problems. This is partially due to her hubris, her fatal flaw, and her negative experiences with her father and step mother in her early life. All of these flaws come from an understandable place and they grow and change as the series goes on.
Annabeth’s inability to easily trust others and fear of being left by her loved ones is a large part of her character in the Percy Jackson series and even affects her in the heroes of olympus series. She initially treats Percy with indifference and even uses him as a distraction, so she can capture the opposing team’s flag. It’s only when she goes on a life threatening quest with him that he gains her trust fully. In the sea of monsters she is wary of Tyson because he is a cyclops one of the monsters that almost killed her and her makeshift family. She grows to realize that he isn’t like most cyclopes. Then later there is Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Annabeth feels that Rachel threatens her place in her new “family”. Rachel can see through the mist and likes Percy. This essentially makes Annabeth useless in her own eyes. Rachel can lead them through the labyrinth and all of Annabeth’s research was for naught. Rachel also has the guts to admit to Percy that she likes him, something that Annabeth herself hasn’t been able to do. She feels as though she is losing her place in the group as well as Percy. Annabeth later comes to terms with Rachel and they become good friends. Later Annabeth is put into a similar situation with Reyna. Reyna developed feelings for Percy and made a move on him. She doesn’t dote on that fact and has grown enough to where she knows that Percy won’t leave her like others in her life. She also comes around to trusting Reyna much quicker than Rachel. Annabeth trusts her enough to ask her to take the Athena Parthenos to camp half blood and solidify the bond between the greek and roman demigods. This is also why she desperately wants to prevent losing Percy in Tartarus. She has already lost her family twice and she doesn’t want it to happen a third time. Percy is the only person who hasn’t left her at any point and been with her through both her highest highs and lowest lows and vice versa.
Annabeth’s fatal flaw causes her a lot of problems throughout the Percy Jackson and heroes of olympus series, but in the Magnus Chase series she understands she can’t solve every problem by herself and sometimes she needs to let others sort out their own problems. In the Percy Jackson series her hubris causes her problems when it comes to Luke Castellan. She believes that Luke’s betrayal is her problem and that she should be the one to solve it. This backfires for her until the final book. In the last olympian she talks to Luke and tries to convince him to see the error of his ways, but she ultimately lets Percy and Luke make their own choices. In the mark of Athena she realizes there is a time and place to rely on others and do things herself. While it may not seem that significant, but this is a turning point where she realizes that just like how she needed to follow the mark of Athena on her own others have things they need to do on their own separate from her.
This is an overview of her growth as a character and her reasoning behind her actions. It is because of these changes and actions that she is one of my favorite characters throughout Rick Riordan’s mythological world.
The Biggest Difference
I’ve seen people saying that Lotor became Zuko this season just written worse and while I do believe that there are a lot of similarities between the two this season really accentuated the differences. The whole season built upon the idea that Lotor deserved better. That he tried to overcome his circumstances, but wasn’t given a fair shot by anyone and was punished for his attempts to be better. This showed me the biggest point of divergence between Lotor and Zuko: Zuko had Iroh. Zuko had someone who believed in the best in him and even when he stumbled or made the wrong choice Iroh never gave up on him. It was because of this that Zuko was able to overcome his upbringing and move forward in a better direction. Lotor never had his Uncle Iroh. He had to make do by himself and forge his own path without a guiding light and because of that he got lost along the way. When he finally found found a guiding light in Allura it was quickly snuffed out because of actions he took in his misguided attempts to be better. The loss of the light after finally obtaining it after so long in the dark caused Lotor to snap. I think the flashbacks and characters this season realized that if Lotor was given a fair chance earlier in life or if Allura and the paladins hadn’t given up when they did on him he could have ended up like Zuko. He did do things in his past that were horrible, but he could have created the better future that he had wanted to bring about in the first place.
aw guys today was so wonderful. i signed up for this guided hike with a naturalist a while ago and of course, it fell on one of arizona's like three annual rainy days. it wasn't cancelled but there were only two of us that came, so i was able to chat with the naturalist after. as soon as i mentioned i was in school for environmental engineering, she rushed me back to her office and gave me all of these book recs and her business card and even offered me a job lol. i love outdoorsy people! i love the outdoors!
Well what did happen??
This is a conversation I've had with everybody when I told em the guy I was dating was yelling at me when I told him I wanted to see him more, at this point I hadn't seen him in 2-3 months due to me almost dying of blood poisoning and also going back to Norway to get the best treatment I could get... So under this I was honest and I told the truth, I told him I could have died and I went back home to make sure if I did, at least my family would be there... When I got back, we chatted on Snapchat and never on the phone. During December where I was supposed to spend with him, we talked and I asked him if we were still on for Christmas, he said no and that he wanted to see me during New Years. I said fine and celebrated Christmas with a good friend instead... New Years came around and I didn't hear from him until afterwards, I was all alone, feeling useless, worthless and friendless... I was lost so I called him, then he started yelling saying I demanded too much and that I was a needy piece of shit and nobody could love me* That broke my heart and I said fine, then everything is done then. I'm not the guy you want and clearly you just used me to get something better. We hung up after a 4,5 hours long fight, and I broke down. I did something I hadn't done since I was a child: I cried myself to sleep Days came and went, the words haunting me, making me believe that I was worthless and unloveable. This is a feeling I have to this day, thanks to one guy I lost my faith in me, I lost my self worth.. my heart got crushed, and I am still feeling like crying, just because of one guy, just because I was used. Just because I exist. These are the thoughts running through my mind now, but also I am certain of one thing; boys do cry. It is good for you, but I also am looking at the future, being comfortable in my own skin and also shake it off... *he also called me the following but due to story elements I decided to add it here: ugly, fat, loser, weak, useless, worthless, selfish, annoying, unattractive, I should have killed myself, kill yourself, and he wanted me to lie down and die... Take this lesson: people change, the charming guy in front of you might not be your knight in shining armour, instead spend time to get to know them before you fall
"I'm in love with the one man I can't have but most importantly, I'm in love with the man who my best friend fell for."
— A friend and I in High school upon coming into a realization that we were, in fact, in love with someone we couldn't have
When it all began
Standing with no chance, Part 2
She stared at the piece of paper in front of her with a contemplative look in her chocolate brown eyes. She fiddle with the bullpen in her left hand as she contemplated on what she was supposed to write. Pieces of crumpled paper can be seen behind her, showing that she'd started writing for quite a while now but was never satisfied at the result of her writing — honestly, when was she ever satisfied with her writing? Never, that was the answer. An annoyed sigh escaped her plumb lips as yet another minute had passed of her merely staring at the blank piece of paper. What was she even doing? That's right. She was writing a letter to him even though she'll probably never show it to him — she never did. She thought back to the amount of letters she'd written just for him, all of which she hid in a box that was never to be touched by anyone lest it be her. She ran a hand through her long, messy hair and sighed yet again. No words seem to be coming into her mind at the moment and, as on can tell, it was starting to frustrate her. Biting her lip as a way to show her frustration, she continued to stare at the blank piece of paper as if it was her greatest enemy.
A melodious laugh reached her ears just as she was about to give up writing the letter. Curious, she turned her head to spy on whoever released the laugh only to regret it as the sight before her met her now dull chocolate brown eyes, the annoyance quickly fleeing from it. The sight was that of the pair she had stared at all the time as school laughing together and leaning closely to one another with a goofy, adorable smile on her face. Oh how she wished to be at the receiving end of the smile of the boy in the pair. The boy which she was writing the letter for. The boy which she oh so foolishly fell in love with. The boy who made her have butterflies in her stomach at the mere thought of him. Her eyes welled up yet again with another round of tears which she quickly wiped. No! She wasn't going to cry over him. Not again. Not when she doesn't have the privilege to. She was tired. Tired of her constantly pinning over him when he was already taken — by a beautiful, talented brunette at that. She didn't want it anymore. She wanted the feeling gone. The pain was too much for her to bear. And so, with new vigor in her, she looked away from the pair and back at the blank piece of paper that wasn't going to be blank anymore. The words came flooding in her mind like water falling from a dam. Her hands were quick in writing down the words, afraid that it would escape her mind if she wrote it down a second to late. Her hand danced around the not so blank piece of paper as if it was a ballerina doing a pirouette.
To the guy who will never be mine,
Why? Why do you have to do this to me? Why did you have to steal my heart only for you to break it into a thousand pieces? Pieces which, by the way, I'm still trying to collect. But, of course, I can never blame you. Not because I'm to head over heels for you but rather because it wasn't your fault to begin with. It wasn't your fault that I fell in love with you. It wasn't your fault that I fell for you stupid smile and stupid laugh. It wasn't your fault that, suddenly, you were all that I can think about. It wasn't your fault that I fell in love with your stupid quirks and your stupid looks. It wasn't your fault that I fell head over heels with you even though I knew that you were already taken, unofficially at the time but it was still obvious. No, it wasn't. It was mine. You never intended to make me fall for you but I did it anyway. And now, I want to fix it. I want to move on from you because it hurts. Hurts to see another girl in your arms when I wanted the girl to be me. Hurts to see you love a girl that isn't me — don't worry, I don't blame you, I'm sure that the girl you love is a wonderful girl and far more better than yours truly. I hope that, by the time you're reading this — if you ever read it, that is — I had moved on. It would be hard, I know, especially because you are so dear to me, but I will, move on that is.
You're probably wondering how I fell in love with you — when I fell in love with you, aren't you? You're probably thinking about how and when it all began, right? Truth to be told, I never really knew when it began or how it began. I never knew when my feelings for you began but I knew when it blossomed into something more — when a crush turned into love. It was actually when we were in High school...
•••
Her chocolate brown eyes scanned the area with an annoyed glint in them. A sigh escaped her lips as yet another minute passed by of her standing outside a classroom, obviously waiting for someone. Her eyes glanced down at the watch she had decided to wear on her hand and couldn't help but let out a groan. It's been over fifteen minutes and whoever she was waiting for was still not there. She couldn't believe she was even waiting for him when she knew she didn't have to. Damn her feelings. Her chocolate brown eyes narrowed at nothing in particular as if it was something she loathed.
"What did the air do to you?"
Not the least bit startled at the sudden question, she let her eyes wander around the hallway before it settled on the sheepish boy in front of her, wearing the usual school uniform. She couldn't help but notice how his face seemed to glisten under the light and sighed, knowing that the boy was sweating from either running or from whatever activity he did during gym class — she knew that he had gym class before their meeting as she had gotten quite used to his schedule and unknowingly memorized it — but knowing him, it was probably both.
"Shut up."
"Okay, princess."
Her eyes twitched with irritation at the nickname she, rather unfortunately, gained from him. Her hands formed a fist for a second before she let it go and flexed her hand, not wanting to get in trouble for murder of a student, even if the thought was so tempting.
"How many times have I told you to not call me that?" Before she could add more in her sentence, she was, quite rudely, interrupt by the very same boy she was scolding. "Clearly not enough since I'm still doing it," He spoke only to raise his hands in surrender at the glare that was sent his way — he knew just how scary the girl can be and didn't want to experience it, again.
"I hate you—"
"No you don't."
"Don't test me." Her glare was so strong it was scary. The boy mimed zipping his tongue as he continued to raise his hands in surrender — at least he knew when to keep his mouth shut. "Whatever you say, princess." She takes back what she said. With a glare and half a mind to murder the boy, she dropped one of the bags she was carrying near his feet before turning around and leaving.
"Oh — don't be like that!"
"..."
"Oh, so, you're ignoring me now?"
"..."
"Come on! I'll buy you candy, I promise!"
"...They better be good..."
"Ha! Yes!"
She let a smile form on her face as she listened to him cheering behind her, still walking away. Her heart swelled knowing that he was probably raising and pumping his hand up in the air like the idiot he is. What she didn't know at the time was the butterflies in her stomach growing stronger. Or how that simple, stupid moment was the day when it all began. When a crush she had yet to even discover at the time — she always ignored the soft butterflies in her stomach and passed it off as being sick — turned into something more. Something like love.
•••
...I never knew at the time that I was falling in love with you nor did I know when I fell in love with you. I just found out when you told me — told us — that you had found the one. The one you're sure to spend the rest of your life with. It's just unfortunate that it wasn't me — it never had been and never will be, as far as I could tell.
Tears fell from her eyes against her will as she stared at the last sentence, knowing that it was true. She didn't even know why she was crying. After all, she always knew that they would never happen but, nonetheless, it hurts. She guessed that by reading the sentence she wrote down — reading the truth — had just confirmed her deepest fear, one that, despite knowing of it, she was never ready to face. Reading the sentence made her heart break even more and she cursed it all. She cursed faith for doing this to her. She cursed the fact that she had to fall in love, with the boy who only saw her as a little sister figure no less. She cursed the fact that, even if she wanted to, she can't move on. She wants to move on, she does, she really does, but her heart won't let her. At least not yet. Maybe, after a few months or, if fate really hates her, a few years, her heart will let her move on but for now, she was stuck. She was stuck in an endless pit she didn't even want to be stuck in, in the first place. Stuck in an endless pit people call "Falling in love". Honestly, if falling in love was always going to be this hard, she doesn't want it. She'd rather die alone than fall in love with someone who will never love her back because she's tired. Tired of the pain of it all. Tired of the constant suffering she had to endure. Tired of all of this. Tired of falling in love. She knew she might have sounded petty but who can blame her? She was hurting and love was the cause of it. Why wouldn't she hate love? Especially when it caused her the most pain?
Wiping her tears away, she stared at her shaking hands and let out an empty chuckle that was so empty it hurt everyone who heard it — which was not a lot, mind you. Glancing back up at the pair she glanced at just before she started writing, she watched them, yet again, interact and with it came the breaking of her heart. She wondered if love would always be like this. Filled with pain and suffering. So unlike the love she let herself believe in. Unlike the love she read about in the many books she'd read. Or maybe love wasn't all that bad. Maybe it just hates her for no particular reason. But maybe love was really a good thing. Maybe she just hadn't found the right person to give her the love she deserves yet.
"Why are you crying?"
The question didn't startle her. It was a question she received so much as of late but she never really gave a proper answer to it. Like right now. She ignored the person who asked her the question and merely stared at the couple with blank, empty eyes and no longer crying. She stared at them interact and wondered, for the last time that day, if maybe, just maybe, love wasn't all that bad. After all, they said that first love was always the hardest love. Maybe that was it. But then again, it was only a maybe. Only a possibility. But she didn't down herself any longer, she didn't want to. Her chocolate brown eyes glanced at the person who asked her the question with a blank face to go with her empty eyes.
"Why shouldn't I be?"
And with that, she stood up and gathered her belongings. She left not even a moment later and ignored the curious and concerned eyes that was set on her back. It was weird for them. To see her be so empty. Of course, she had never been the most filled with life of the lot but she was never do empty as she was then. Her friends made sure of that. So, to see her like that, to see her so empty, broke their hearts but there was nothing they could do. She was so deep into the endless pit that they feared they would never see the smiling girl they came to love ever again. And that scared them.
Said girl stopped in her footsteps in the middle of the hallway as she sighed, remembering something that made her annoyance grow.
She never got to finish her letter.
“Just because someone is smiling doesn't automatically mean that they're happy. All smiles have a story behind it.”
— Mirajane Ross (OC) to Jeremy Alex (OC) after Jeremy questioned why she kept on smiling even after something terrible happened to her
"We went from being friends to strangers and it hurts. Tell me, when you glanced at me, did it mean anything or did you forget me like the rest?"
— Me after my crush glanced at me and realizing that our friendship didn't last
"You love her, don't you? I'm not mad, just disappointed and hurt. But I'm healing, don't worry. It's taking a while but I'll heal. I'll move on. Don't let me stop you from being happy with her. Be happy. That's all I ever wanted."
— Day 9 of being hopelessly in love with him
"I love you!" He practically screamed as to make his point go across.
She shook her head as she smiled softly, suppressing the tears that were about to fall as she took his hands. "But you love her more."
And it was true.
No matter how much he wanted to love the woman in front of him, he loved someone more. It was unfair.
He closed his eyes as a sob escaped his lips. "I want to love you," He whispered as he placed his forehead on hers.
"I know," She whispered back with a sad smile. "But we aren't to be."
With that, she left him.
I’m literally crying. I’ve bonded with this one moth to the point it let me pet it. At 1:22 this morning (a few minutes ago) I was just half asleep and it landed on my arm. I thought it was just fluff so I pinched it to move it and then realised it felt wet……. I grabbed my phone and found I had actually just killed my little friend:(
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I miss the sun, I miss the light
The gentle sunrise mildly warming my pale skin, which is longing for those burning days of summer, on a clement morning..classy mid-July
I miss the trees hovering over my miniscule figure while being washed over by a tender breeze...
I miss the cavernous, bleak lake and the brightly coloured wild flowers and their ravishing smell...
I don't think it's summer that my heart frantically aches for...
I miss your radiant smile that revealed those nicotine-stained, crooked teeth and your twinkling, light tinted eyes in wich presence I sank every single time...
I miss the way I worshipped the way the ocean's agitated waves hugged your dapper, athletic body and how fast my heart was beating when your hand touched mine and later, when your tongue was hugging mine...
I might miss you, your soul close to mine, heart to heart...
Short "story" by me(I want summer)
Hell yeah I love this😌
Just some well made sketch without lineart (I looked better this way, trust me😔)
He's one of my OC and he doesn't have a name🤩
(I'm tryng to find one that suite the character-)
His backstory.... confused-
But his design made me love him, look at that!
"He look like a mix between The chesire cat (Alice in Wonderland) and Nikolai (bsd)" cit. someone 😊
(You can repost but give me credit)
“I want what they have” Except one of them is always dead 😔
I have sinned
Today I was ready to give my mob psycho obsession a proper send off to denote myself to a casual anime fan so I can focus on my life and I was preparing the ritual with the candles and gathering all my mp merch when I realized something tragic.
I lost mob.
I’ve been searching for hours and holding back tears. I am so sorry to everyone for this horrible sin. I have his father here with me but no child. I think he might’ve passed on.
Here are some photos to commemorate his life:
The ritual will have to continue without him. Once again, I am so sorry. Rest in power, Mobu
