Tumgik
#pjato spoilers
say what you want to say but grover and percy were 100% the type of friends to joke around saying that they'd get married to each other if they were single at 30 as a last option
90 notes · View notes
luriuan · 3 months
Text
Oh my god. The tears in Luke’s eyes when Percy says the betrayal line. The desperate pleading for them to run away. That he doesn’t want to hurt Percy. The tears in Percy’s eyes. The fear and shaking. Percy apologizing for actually hurting him. The look of horror on Luke’s face as Annabeth comes in. How horrified he looks when he looks down at Percy, who he HURT. The realization that Percy won’t join, and the equaled horror of hurting a twelve year old child.
Then he runs.
7K notes · View notes
honestlydarkprincess · 3 months
Text
grover hearing luke ask percy and annabeth when they became an old married couple
Tumblr media
566 notes · View notes
livingfandomly · 4 months
Text
Annabeth (inevitably): seaweed brain 🙄😏
Percy (inevitably): wise girl 🤪🤓
The fandom (…inevitably): WHA- DID THEY JUST?!?! NO!!!!!! YOU’RE JOokING!!!!! REALLY?!?!???????!? 😱🫠🫨😵‍💫😵🤯😭🤩😍🥹😭😭😭😭 I can’t believe this is real 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
239 notes · View notes
forasecondtherewedwon · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
but for the grace of gods
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Pairing: Sally/Poseidon Rating: G Word Count: 829
Summary: At the border between life and death, Poseidon holds Sally in the River Styx.
She isn’t sure whether she’s falling asleep or waking up, but it feels like a dream. Her unconscious mind is a revolving door. It’s impossible to say how long it’s been, only that she thinks her eyes are closed. Once the thought enters her head—my eyes are closed—she starts to wonder if it’s true, starts trying to sense what her eyelids are doing, starts waking up or falling asleep.
Her eyes open. It’s dark (well, it was night… somewhere). She’s soaked (it was raining… wherever that was…). She’s alone (she told someone to run…). Until she’s not.
He doesn’t speak, but she can feel him and has the same amount of trust in that feeling as she has in her eyes gauging the dark, her skin the wet, her heart the solitude. The water flows around her, soft like her name, Sally. Abruptly, she has a sense of being supported from below, as if kept afloat on someone else’s body. The water becomes arms to encircle hers, fingers to slip between hers as invisible hands take hold. Hold fast.
“Percy!”
Is the sound of her own voice real?
“Sally,” Poseidon soothes, “you are beyond him. He is beyond you.”
The first might be true; she gasps, kicking her legs as they come to life, instinctively reacting to the Minotaur who’s no longer crushing her. She isn’t where she was. There’s no river in the clearing by the camp’s border. Sally flails and begins to absorb details of the landscape past the river that simultaneously rushes and keeps her still. Black rock—grim, volcanic. Cliff faces that soar out of site. And the people. The only hopeful thing about them is that none are Percy. They can’t be. Not him; not here.
Because she has a feeling she knows where here is, this place Poseidon says puts her and Percy beyond each other. She doesn’t believe that’s true. Yes, there are things only the gods understand, but her relationship to her son is wholly her domain.
Her tears merge into the flow. She can hear Percy praying to her.
I hope you can hear me.
Sweetheart, I can.
She knows it’s a one-way call, that Percy won’t get any sign that she’s listening. She pictures him at camp. She can’t make the river rise up the shore or send raindrops that make thick music in the woods or heat the water when he washes his hands for dinner (at least 20 seconds, Percy, please). When she was there, she would’ve done anything for him, and she can only trust that he’s remembering that now that she’s here. It’s from here, away from the mortal world, that her son’s father used to respond to her own offerings and prayers. She recalls the day, the restaurant, the counter she was sitting at when he stepped into her world and didn’t speak to Percy. Percy who was struggling, Percy who felt so unwanted that day. She and Poseidon have existed, have loved, in opposite ways.
I’m gonna make him see me, her son is swearing to her. I’m gonna make him see us both.
And she wishes it were simpler, that she could tell him how the father who missed every birthday is also the lover who cradles her in the River Styx. There is so much ahead of Percy that she can’t imagine. Herself, for example; she can’t imagine whether or not she’s there, ahead of him, not beyond him like Poseidon claims.
“I’m worried,” she says.
She says, “I’m tired.”
Rocking in the current, she says, “I won’t stay here, will I?”
“No,” Poseidon confirms. “You’ll pass into Hades’ realm. Right now, you’re suspended at the border between life and death.”
“How…?”
“Fortunately, that border is water. You aren’t his yet.”
Not Hades’, not Percy’s. Between life and death, sleep and consciousness. Since she’s neither trailing after Charon nor waiting in line for Club Underworld, it’s Sally’s understanding that the Minotaur didn’t succeed. She’s just taking death for a test-drive. She’d love to steer this one back to the dealership and say, No thanks, lob the keys back across the salesman’s desk.
“Percy’s going to come,” she says on instinct.
But she’s afraid for him, and the water of the Styx runs cold.
“Who wouldn’t come for you?” Poseidon asks tenderly, because he did, he found her here in the deepest, darkest water.
Despite her fear, his touch is a cool cloth to her forehead, suddenly fevered. Her entire body is warming in defiance of the frigid river. It doesn’t feel forced when her knee bends and her arm reaches out, her body reshaping itself to the last posture it held in life. She is slowly remade in gold. Her jacket tugs towards the riverbed, her hair pulls at her scalp, and Poseidon stays with her. Water goes from slicking her skin to shining her gilded hands. My eyes are open, she thinks, her vision a gleam against the dark.
65 notes · View notes
redpool · 3 months
Text
POPO THAT WAS SO SEXY OF YOU
31 notes · View notes
indecisivepsyche · 4 months
Text
A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers Out of Context Spoiler
Tumblr media
29 notes · View notes
faebirdie · 3 months
Text
just started episode 8 and it opening with luke's narration has already knocked me on my ass
20 notes · View notes
ssavinggrace · 3 months
Text
re reading pjato for the first time since I was- 8?? I'm excited
31 notes · View notes
rustic-space-fiddle · 4 months
Text
Lil rant (MAYBE PJATO SHOW SPOILERS?)
Lots of opinions up ahead so uh, look out.
I’m watching the PJATO show and I really love some parts. The casting—they’re all wonderful (literally everyone, Mr D is hilarious) and any fears I had have been quelled because they’re all amazing and the trio fit their characters well (even IRL and they’re so precious). Camp Half Blood — so well done. The cabins are huge, the colosseum is just what I imagined, and they really did great on making it properly large and vibrant. I love it. Some of the extra beats they’ve added to make it better expanded beyond the strictly Percy POV in the book have been good. Annabeth and Grover chucking Percy into a fountain to try to heal him was hilarious and totally in character—probably my favorite part so far. Also: AHHHH SEAWEED BRAIN!
But is anyone just feeling… like the pacing is super slow? Like I get that us “zoomers” have tiny attention spans and stuff but “The Horse and His Boy” was my favorite Narnia book and I read LOTR when I was 11 so I don’t think my attention span is quite so bad. These kids got ADHD and it feels like every talk and every scene just drags. Every time I think the energy is gonna rise, it gets smacked back down by lackluster scene climaxes. Again, I’m not trying to say we need more explosions or booms or arguments, just that I]it isn’t even remotely eliciting the same kind of goose-pimple/heart thumping moments I remember from the books. I reread them constantly and it’s always thrilling.
And the music… someone I was watching it with said it sounded like generic Marvel music, and they’re kinda right. I can’t remember a single note from the score at all, and I’m always listening to movie/TV scores because they’re like listening to the story in music format! PJATO’s score though? Can’t even remember it. I can’t remember any of it even being used in certain places. I thought they’d try to get older instrumentals to make it unique, like lyre AND electric guitar in the mix, but honestly I can’t even remember what it sounds like. That’s bad, right?
[[EDIT: I just looked up the score on Spotify and it was literally made by the people who did the “God of War” game score. There’s no freakin way this music is bad. I’m gonna listen to it alone later. Maybe it’s just set really low in the mix… ]]
The “death” of Sally Jackson was so lackluster. Just a standard medium long shot, can’t even remember if the music flourished or dropped or anything. Their acting was great, but it was framed so poorly that it just felt… idk…
The pacing feels like it’s something I would do as an amateur who doesn’t yet understand how to edit on my first few write-up’s of a script. I’m not trying to be mean or unfair because I REALLY wanna love this show and I genuinely love a lot of stuff about it and I can tell that so many people are working so hard on it, but holy moly I feel my brain begging for someone to do something impertinent and just slap the show into a roll whenever I’m watching it.
There’s another issue I have with the timing of the most recent episode but I don’t wanna go much further.
Again, this is all opinion and not meant to say anyone shouldn’t like the show or that the people in it are stupid because they aren’t at all and people should like it! I’m just saying that as someone that really appreciated the pacing of the books (that was quick but never sacrificed the storytelling and slowed down when it needed to), I am really feeling that this show isnt shaping up like that. Additional note: I’m not even saying that the pacing of the show needs to BE the pacing of the books. I’m just saying that the pacing of the books is one of the things that made it so good and I really haven’t read many things with pacing of that quality.
Aaaanyway feel free to disagree with me or roast me alive. I just haven’t seen anyone talking about it and I wanted to rant a little and see what other people thought. I’m still gonna keep watching because I think if they can fix the pacing, imma really freaking enjoy this and in case they do, I don’t wanna miss it. And because I’d rather have more PJATO show than less!
20 notes · View notes
Text
imagine this. it's pjo7 or pjo8. percy and annabeth are questing as usual. but then as they're in a hurry again, they bump into somebody. and it's somebody from one of their old schools. it's a friend who only knows the old them from school. a friend, who after some conversations, would not believe that they have changed so much. a friend who had known them as an insecure little lonely kid and now were faced by two confident and loved warriors. imagine seeing from percy or annabeth's side. and the struggle. should they reconnect with their past? or risk another mortal getting sucked into their dangerous world? and in the end imagine them saying goodbye and walking away with the knowledge that things can always get better, because they did.
241 notes · View notes
luriuan · 3 months
Text
That is Poseidon’s favorite child. That is his baby dude 😭. He already loves him so much you can just SEE IT.
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
chloeijuana · 4 months
Text
Nothing aggravates me more than when y’all question a characters skin color SPECIFICALLY, Leah Jeffries as Annabeth in the new Percy jackson series, I would like to préfice this by saying, that she was chosen to play this character by the AUTHOR OF THE BOOKS HIMSELF, she is also a HALF-BLOOD which means if Athena chose to have a baby with a black or African American mortal, this would be the outcome of their child, if you’re racist just say that, but to hate on a minor for one of her casted major roles because of her skin is disgusting, grow up.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
21 notes · View notes
livingfandomly · 4 months
Text
Percy pushing Annabeth through the door, the person he said would never be friends with him, almost immediately after a conversation where he gets to know her backstory... A backstory where he realised that she’s never EVER had anyone put her first just because they cared about her. And that they loved her without conditions. The fact that she thinks respecting her mom (and gods in general) will keep them on their side. The fact that she probably just had one of the biggest heartbreaks of her life when her mom, someone she’s ALWAYS and very purposefully respected, let a monster into what’s essentially her house, on purpose, for an action out of Annabeth’s control. For something Percy did. Yes, Percy pushed her through the door to save her. But can you imagine how pissed off he probably was? That this girl, the smartest girl he’s ever met who’s never had anyone care for her and love her the way his mom loved him, this girl who believes so fiercely in doing the right thing, this girl who’s only hope is that her mom cares about her in her own way, just got betrayed in the worst way possible? Can you imagine that boy, mustering up every inch of power, struggling through the poison, to push Annabeth through the door because he will not let her suffer any more for just living the shitty life she’s been handed?
My Percabeth heart is soaring and unhinged.
281 notes · View notes
forasecondtherewedwon · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
soundtrack to a tooth alignment
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: G Word Count: 967
Summary: It's just a dumb song. It'll end eventually. (But also, what is love?)
If Percy had to explain his quest strategy, he’d say it’s pretty much “attack now, think later”—like, days later—so if this particular quest ever gets commemorated in song, or on an urn or something (do they still do that?), he hopes they include the way he just neutralized the Thrill Ride O’ Love situation by bringing up the orthodontist. Because that was a tactic. Everything is totally not-weird now. Here in this dark tunnel. With Annabeth.
Percy puts his hands on his knees like it’s school picture day and squeezes.
She doesn’t reply to his orthodontist anecdote, and he doesn’t have a follow-up comment. If he opened his mouth right now, he’d probably say something else about the song that’s playing (blasting, honestly—is this torture? Is this a heroic trial? Percy’s trying to remember whether any of Hercules’s labours had this sorta unhinged Valentine’s vibe), and he’d probably borrow words from his mom’s vocabulary when she’s listening to old music on the radio—words like “funky” and “groovy.” Annabeth’s never even seen a movie and she’d probably look at him like he’s the one who’s out of touch. He can’t risk it. Words are overrated anyway, right?
That’s probably why the guy singing keeps using the same ones over and over.
Percy wonders if this is a record for the most times Annabeth’s heard the same question without answering it. Could the singer calm down with the “What is love?” already? Instinctively, Percy starts tapping his foot to the rhythm, but then he realizes Annabeth can probably feel his shoe striking the bottom of the boat and glances at her nervously. Yep, she’s giving him a look.
Laughing self-consciously, he observes, “Sounds like he’s trying to control a bunch of horses.” Annabeth frowns. Percy points vaguely upwards (because this tunnel is creepy and grungy, but no visible speakers? Alexa?) and hears himself singing along in explanation: “Whoa whoa whoa whoa-o-ah…”
Her frown deepens and he cuts himself off with an awkward cough, looking away into the water, his only ally here who won’t judge him for being so embarrassing.
Ok, maybe this guy does have to constantly ask himself “What is love?” because what else is he gonna do, talk about his feelings to another person? Percy’s getting the theme of this theme park now, not so much the devastating rejection part, but definitely how uncomfortable it is to have a crush on somebody. Man, if he liked somebody like that, maybe he’d go build a haunted amusement park about it too. Luckily, he’s—
He’s somehow staring straight at Annabeth.
Swirls of coloured light are reflecting up off the water that’s lapping the sides of their boat, making her glow purple and blue. Percy doesn’t have to be a son of Athena to know Annabeth’s pretty, but it’s never been, like, relevant. She’s super smart and careful and focused and good at planning. Percy was never gonna point out that she had this talent for prettiness unless they were in a situation where somebody needed to have really sparkly brown eyes or a face he’s kinda itching to cup in his (suddenly sweaty) palms, at which point he could save the day and be all, “Hey, Annabeth, you’re pretty! Why don’t you take this one!” And they wouldn’t think he liked her, just that he was resourceful.
But here she is, being pretty when the only crisis is that his heart’s beating a little too quick and he can’t scootch away from her without threatening to capsize the boat. Backup plan: look at his hands.
He’s making it weird, and it’s not, it’s not weird. Two people in an abandoned amusement park isn’t weird. It’s brave, and adventurous, and just because the song just said “love” for the millionth time doesn’t make it romantic! You can love lots of stuff. Hephaestus probably loved building this ride. Percy loves his mom. Loved his mom. Loves his mom. He’s curious what the word makes Annabeth think of, his gaze drifting sideways.
She’s looking at him. Percy’s eyes widen. Panic mode.
“Do you think Ares is really gonna eat all those burgers?” he blurts out.
“What?”
“At the diner.”
“Well,” Annabeth says thoughtfully, “why else would he order that many?”
“Intimidation.”
Her eyebrows raise.
“Ares is already the god of war.”
“And what’s a meal like that other than a war between a man’s mind and his stomach?” Percy reasons, feeling deep. If they survive this quest and Chiron’s looking for a Camp Philosopher, Percy could do that job. He has insights now. Would he have to wear a toga though? He’s seen that “Death of Socrates” painting at the MET, and those guys were going full bedsheet.
“But why would he bother?” Annabeth wants to know. “I think he’d be expecting us to be intimidated by him anyway.”
“Maybe he’s secretly insecure.”
“Maybe he’s just hungry.”
“Do you think everybody else could see how many burgers he had,” he ponders, narrowing his eyes, “or were they hidden by the Mist?”
“The Hamburger Mist? They were normal burgers, Percy.”
“Then explain why no one seemed surprised!” he demands. “Or impressed!”
“The thought of someone eating a stack of burgers that high doesn’t impress me.” Annabeth’s face scrunches in disgust. “Just makes me a little nauseous.”
“That could be seasickness from the boat.” And because another of his strategies is “speak now, think later,” after a second, Percy asks, “What would impress you?”
Her expression shifts into something like determination but softer. Yeah, with a little bit of a smile.
“Somebody who’d take on the Chimera alone so their friends could get to safety. That’d be pretty cool.”
That’s my story, Percy almost says, but he follows Annabeth’s gaze up the wall to watch Hephaestus’s play out instead.
52 notes · View notes
notlikeothergeeks · 4 months
Text
wish the new Percy Jackson series had taken a page out of doctor who’s book for the Medusa episode (I know I’m outing myself as a whovian but bear with me)
in Blink, the characters don’t see the angels move, and so we don’t either and it makes them even more terrifying (I’m ignoring the later episode with the angels bc it isn’t nearly as effective). I wish we (the viewers) also never got to see Medusa’s eyes because the characters are also avoiding looking at her and anyone who sees them turn to stone
her eyes being left to our imagination is much scarier than some weird contacts
8 notes · View notes