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afantasybookworm · 2 days

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Just a (badly and quickly made) concept🤗

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keerysfreckles · 3 months

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i just finished the last olympian.. OH MY GOD????????? LUKE'S DEAD. EVEN MORE CABINS. PERCABETH. PERCABETH UNDERWATER KISS. IM SO???????????

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dealinquent · 1 month

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rick riordan introducing Calypso and making her fall for Percy immediately after Annabeth first kisses him was so insane. It's a really lovely parallel. Percy probably doesn't even remember the kiss during his time in Ogygia, yet when faced with Calypso's feelings, he still chooses to go back. I wish Rick had used that scene to explicitly put in a bit of realisation for Percy, that he couldn't stay with Calypso because Annabeth was waiting for him. because he would rather be with her.

#pjo tv spoilers #pjo #pjo 4 #battle of the labyrinth #percabeth #Percy Jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo botl #rick riordan #riordanverse #annabeth chase #calypso pjo

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venus1702 · 24 days

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if they actually went on their movie theater ‘date’ (it was totally a date and Percy’s just stupid)

i’m reading house of hades rn so I needed them happy

#pjo #pjo fanart #annabeth chase #annabeth x percy #percabeth #percabeth fanart #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #pjo botl #botl #battle of the labyrinth #happy perceabeth #teenagers in love #cuties

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river3000 · 3 months

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An overview of Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s hair, and her hairbrush (and why the hairbrush should be appreciated more)

I’ve seen lots of people saying that Rachel bringing a hairbrush is unrealistic, and people with WAVY hair (which is way different from curly hair) saying it's unrealistic too, so this post is telling them why they’re wrong. So I LOVE Rachel, not just because she looks like me (same pasty, easily sunburned skin, and plethora of freckles; her poor bank account, spending so much on sunscreen), but also because I relate to her so much! One reason I relate to her is that HER HAIR LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE MINE, HER OFFICIAL ART HAIR LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE MY HAIR, way too curly, way too frizzy, and easily tangled. So, for all the straight-haired people reading this (also I will be showing this to all my friends, all of whom have straight or wavy hair, except one of them has two waves down the back of her hair and is delusional because she thinks her hair is curly) this is my hair brushing routine and other things about my hair so you understand what I mean when I say that taking care of hair like that is HARD:

I take a shower and use curly hair-specific shampoo (which is expensive)

I also do a wash-out untangle thing to make it easier to brush

I use curly hair-specific conditioner, a detangling spray, and two hair mask things to make the brushing easier

I use either a WET brush or a detangling brush, but usually the WET brush

I keep a spray bottle on hand to keep it wet the whole time

It takes at least 30-45 minutes for me to brush my hair

I wash my hair out again to get the conditioner and hair masks out

I use a wide tooth comb after that because water makes it a little tangled

Sometimes after that, I use a leave-in conditioner, but not often

If I brushed it for a fancy event or something then I use my diffuser to dry it, if not I braid it and go to bed because I take night showers unless it's a fancy event or sometimes a weekend

I sleep in a silk bonnet and use only a silk pillowcase

I can only brush my hair wet

I can’t run my fingers through it a lot

I have to go to a haircut place that specializes in curly hair

I can't brush it in the morning or casually

I brush it every three days because I can’t get it wet lots because that's bad for it

To get the Frizz™ that’s on the top of my head every morning to calm down when I put it up I wet it with my sink water

The only hair ties I can use in my hair on a normal basis are scrunchies

I only wear my hair down the day after or after I brush my hair

I wear it up every day

My friends can't do my hair a lot of the time unless I instruct them or find a tutorial video of a style of curly hair like mine, and they call me controlling when I do that

My friends with wavy hair say that wavy hair is harder to take care of than curly hair and I hate it because they don’t know what they’re talking about

If I don’t brush my hair it all becomes one giant matt on the back of my head and if that goes on too long it becomes painful and I get a scalp rash

Buying products is an expensive necessity

One I hadn’t brushed my hair for a week and when I took it down to redo my bun my friend looked at me in Horror™

Only one of my friends actually puts in the work to do my hair and helps me with it because she enjoys styling it and understands it’s hard to take care of after helping me brush it a few times, surprise surprise she’s my best friend

No hair clips, they get stuck in my hair

Once I was brushing it and my hairbrush just broke in half

I have an undercut that you can’t see with my hair down, just to make it easier to deal with; it’s an inch-or-half-an-inch-idk-which-one-thick, inch tall stripe that’s right above the back of my neck, at the base of my skull

I shed like a fucking dog

My hair also becomes so frizzy it looks like I brushed it dry when it's humid, and I live in a humid and hot place

Ginger hair makes you sunburn easier (and unable to tan)

I got bullied in school for being ginger because there’s something wrong with that in the minds of middle schoolers (I was also bullied for being gay and not ashamed of being queer but that’s not the point)

I would be called a leprechaun a lot as a kid, Saint Patrick's Day was and still is hell

Every time someone with straight hair complains about their hair being frizzy, I die a little more inside

Being pale an ginger, doing makeup, dying hair, and literally buying clothes is hard

especially makeup

I use the palest concealer they have at Target (it's called porcelain)

That’s all I can think of right now but I know there’s more. It’s entirely realistic that Rachel would bring a hairbrush because she has experienced all of this, and all of this started to happen to me when I was years younger than her. I said that I couldn’t brush my hair dry and Rachel could have had to, or maybe she would have waited for a part of the labyrinth with water to wet it and then brushed it, or had Percy use his water powers to wet it (Platonic Perachel is amazing, and I need more of it, they’re one of my fav brotps). So anyways guys, respect Rachel and stop questioning her hairbrush, they were in the labyrinth for a while, she needed that thing and it had done its fair share of service. That hairbrush has done more than being thrown at Kronos' eye.

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wierdshenanigans · 6 days

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Hephaestus in Botl: Take Ariadne, not a single drop of God blood in her

Her. Her grandparents are Zeus, Helios and Perses.

#helios #ariadne #perses #zeus #pjo series #pjo botl #botl #pjo hoo toa #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #hephaestus #percyjackson #percy pjo #percy series #pjoverse #hoo #perseus jackson #ancient greek mythology

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freddie-77-ao3 · 1 month

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The Choice Was Mine (I Didn't Think Enough)

"No! No!" He screams, falling to the ground. "No! I don't want-- I don't want to see them! Let me go mad again! Please! Please! I can't face them!" His shrieks turn into sobs, and he curls into fetal position.

"Please, I can't-- I can't look them in the eyes. Lee's dead! He's dead, 'Risse, and-- and it's my fault! I swore fealty, I betrayed you, betrayed all of you! Don't make me face them! I'll die! I'd rather die! You-- you should have left me, should have let me die."

(In his mind, he pictures Mary again. Pictures them rip her apart. Over. and over. and over.)

"I wish you'd left me."

Or: after Mr. D cures Chris' madness, Clarisse tries to get him to face the camp again.

Don't Wake Me Up (Crazy Is Better Than Remembering) - Chapter One

Where is he, where is she, why is it so dark, what is happening, why, why, WHY?

Who is Mary, where is she, what happened, why is there red, what happened, why, why, WHY?

Why is he laughing, what is he doing, make it stop, make it stop, the earth needs to stop, it’s moving it is healing him, Mary Mary please Mary wake up

Why is her shirt red, it was white, why is she bleeding it’s so so dark is it day, is it night?

String string rope thread string cord labyrinth minos, what is happening why are you taking me, stop stop MARY PLEASE (Wake up!)

And the scar was illuminated it looks evil, his eyes were going to glow gold, what is that ship, who is he, who is he, WHO IS HE

Please Mary, please wake up, why won’t you wake up, I have to find you, its so dark, so so dark, he’s horrible Mary, so horrible, why did you leave WHY DID I LEAVE?

Who is she it needs to stop she needs to stop she touching me feeding me he held me down, Mary its so dark, he’s so evil, where is the string the string what is going on

Why are my hands red, why are her hands red, Mary where are you, why are you red, WHY AREN’T YOU BREATHING

What is happening it’s so dark where am I I keep moving where are you Mary mary who is she Mary were are you the earth was healing him he’s so horrible the son of Poseidon why was he doing that what was happening he has the thread

Thread cord string rope I need it he told me to get it why don’t I have it what’s in my hands why does he need it who is he

Who am I who is she where are you Mary where am I where is he and the son of the sea he was terrible he was red what happened

What happened what happened you were screaming Mary Mary Mary Mary

Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary

Who is she, who is Mary

Mary?

Marcy, Mark, Marcie, Amy, Matt, Madge, Marge, Mack, Marie, Minnie, Minty, Mal- Mal- Mal- NO!- Mary???

Mary, Mary Mary, are you Mary,

Rhymes, there’s rhymes, Mary rhymes and red, and a white shirt and monsters why are there monsters what is going on

Monsters monsters monsters why do they exist what is it what why are they red why are they chasing me I can’t move my legs Mary is this what happened to you they’re chasing me, why aren’t they chasing you why aren’t you walking- running- why aren’t you leaving, why are you like this why are your arms like this, Mary please WAKE UP

No. Chris? Chris? Who is Chris? Chris, Chris, Chris?

Is he Chris?

He only remembers Mary.

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"Why is your answer to everything violence, Clarisse?" Silena asks, exasperated, tired from prying her away from Michael yet again.

"When I told Castellan I was scared of the thing in the showers he gave me a sword," Clarisse crosses her arms. Beckendorf chortles behind Silena, and behind Clarisse, Chris is making the loco sign with his hand.

A good day. But he doesn't want to remember the good days. He wants to go back to remembering Mary's torn apart body and nothing else, wants to go back to voices in his head, not the voices of his friends. He'd betrayed them. He doesn't deserve this.

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“Why the fuck do you even have an arrow that turns into a bouquet of roses in mid-flight!? And don’t say ‘aesthetic’!”

"Why the fuck wouldn't I? They're fun, aren't they, Will?"

"No! You know why, Mikey? Because I just had to spend three hours removing thorns from Clarisse!" Will always was a very cross eight year old. Especially since he'd been unclaimed at the time. Poor Will. If Chris was a better person, Will would have been the reason he turned to Kronos, but Chris had always been selfish.

"She wasn't meant to get in the way! I was trying to send them to Jake, Henri helped me make them." Michael looked so petulent and childish. Gods, he must have only been... 11 here? Five long, long years. He hadn't even reached four feet tall yet.

"That's not better!" Will's voice is squeaky, and he looks so annoyed right now. Chris remembers this. Lee had refused to hand out ambrosia, and Clarisse hadn't sat for a week. Her revenge had been swift, and Mikey's running futile.

Michael grumbles, crossing his arms. "Not trying to injure him, you worrywart. I was trying to see if he wanted to go into the city with me."

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“Don’t go sucking my oranges!” Chris remembers this one easily. Michael had stolen all of Clarisse's oranges, and she had been furious. They were even younger here-- nine, maybe?

“You couldn’t think of anything better to say? Eating? Taking?” Michael taunts, juggling the last three.

"Fuck off, you-- you--"

"Aww, cat got your tongue?"

Clarisse lunged. Michael cackled, sprinting ahead of her. Chris looks away. He knows what's going to come right after this. Michael is going to sprint up onto Lee's shoulders, and Clarisse is going to accidentally tackle him trying to get Michael. Lee had been furious, and punishment swift. Clarisse and Mikey had had to clean the Hermes cabin by hand every week for months after that. Although, at least, that had been the key to bonding Clarisse and Michael together in anger, if not friendship.

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Before that still, back to when Clarisse had first arrived at camp. Clarisse had been eight, and Will five. Chris had been at camp since birth (yet never claimed), and Silena had been a weekend camper on and off since she was five. Mikey came every once in a while for supplies, and Beckendorf was still unclaimed. He'd been excited to meet a new camper-- always was. At eight, Chris was one of the youngest year rounders, and the only one of his age. Silena was only weekends, and Beckendorf was always so studious. He'd mellow out eventually, but until then, Chris' closest friend had been Travis, which sucked, because they always had Connor. And Connor was a fucking talkative six year old. Sometimes Chris just wants to walk down to the gas station and not deal with getting kicked out because of Connor's insane questions.

So he's excited to meet the new camper, until Lee warns him that Clarisse isn't "a big talker" which sounds fine, and then Froggy adds "unless you count with her fists. That girl is violent. Ares through and through."

And that's. Well. Claimed already? No way someone that strong wants to spend time with Chris.

So 3 days later when she's out of the infirmary, and partners with him for capture the flag, he's over the moon. That is, until Chris realises she tied his shoelaces together. Fuckhead.

They'd been friends ever since though.

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"Stop" he moans, "stop it. I don't want it. Don't make me remember."

He hears a quiet chuckle, but tries to retreat into his head again. He can't get better. Doesn't want to. Not after what he did to camp. To his best friends.

"Please," he moans, his voice hoarse, "please just let me die."

With that, there's a crack, and he's forced to open his eyes.

"Well we can't have that. No more little demigods dying this week."

He's peering up into the face of Dionysus. "Please, please let me go mad again. I don't deserve this."

And Mr. D doesn't even hesitate, "no can do, nephew mine. Your dad cashed in a pretty big favor for this one," at this, he snorts, "like I wasn't going to do it anyway. But what Hermes doesn't;t know won't hurt him."

Chris' mouth is dry. "Hermes? He's-- he's my dad?"

At this, Mr. D rolls his eyes, snapping his fingers again. "Course, kid." He looks to the ceiling, as if to say look what I have to put up with, but with a snap of fingers, Chris realises there's a symbol over his head. What the fuck.

Then, Mr. D says, "Now go back to sleep-- you'll be tired, and I want a drink."

Chris' eyes close. He wants to be mad. But he isn't. How is he going to-- to face camp?

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo series #riordanverse #pjo fandom #chris rodriguez #chris pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #michael yew #beckendorf #silena beauregard #mr d #dionysus pjo #botl #pjo botl #battle of the labyrinth

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pain-is-too-tired · 3 months

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Never A God

I love him so much 😭

Rick stop introducing interesting characters just to forget about them. Why wasn't our boy in HOO??? Blasphemy hdhd

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iamf0rtis · 2 months

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so today in latin class we were reading our textbook, specifically a section that was similar to a passage in the Aeneid where the ghost of Aeneas’s first wife, Creusa, basically tells him to move on from her and shit. which is interesting on its own but my brain immediately jumped to battle of the labyrinth.

something about Nico summoning Bianca. in our textbook it kinda combines the idea of Odysseus summoning ghosts from the odyssey and the speech Creusa gave and. that feels a lot like what happened in that scene with Nico. Bianca telling him that he needs to forgive Percy. that he needs to move on without her.

“quid tantum insano iuvat indulgere dolori, o dulchis coniunx?” ; “What does it help to give in to such great insanity, o sweet partner?” (Aeneid Book 2 Lines 776-777)

“lacrimas dilectae pelle Creusae.” ; “Push away your tears for your beloved Creusa.” (Aeneid Book 2 Line 784)

“‘Why didn’t you answer me sooner?’ he cried. ‘I’ve been trying for months!’

‘I was hoping you’d give up.’

‘Give up?’ He sounded heartbroken. ‘How can you say that? I’m trying to save you!’

‘You can’t, Nico. Don’t do this. Percy is right.’” (Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Battle of the Labyrinth pages 166-167)

…all im saying is rick is a literary genius and i have horrible brain rot

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wolffoxnation2 · 3 months

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Pjo spoilers for the books below the cut

Do you think Luke was sad over Chris?

Like thats his brother! Did he not mourn him when he realized that Chris didnt come back from the labyrinth?

Did he not feel guilty when/if Silena told him that Chris has returned with his mind in pieces?

How did he feel seeing Chris on the opposite side with his mind fixed?

Show! Chris and Show! Luke's relationship is fucking hurting my soul cus i know what happens.

#percy jackson #pjo #Pjo Spoilers #cabin 11 #luke castellan #chris rodriguez #Pjo Chris Rodriguez #Pjo headcanons #pjo luke #luke pjo #Chris pjo #Pjo Chris #pjo botl #pjo books #someone please talk to me about this

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padfoot-lupin77 · 2 months

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We joke about Rachel throwing her hairbrush to the lord of the titans but can we talk about how fucking terrified my girl must have been? Like she’s just witnessed some horrifying stuff, what she formerly believed to be hallucinations turns out to be a very real world of mythological monsters and her friend/crush is chased by one very powerful Titan. Throwing her hairbrush was 100% instinct response but also a power move but also she definitely didn’t spare a single second thinking about what she was doing. I love Rachel

#rachel elizabeth dare #rachel dare #pjo #pjo botl #pjo: botl

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that-was-a-bit-stupid-of-you · 1 month

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is it weird that I imagine nico to look like hiro from big hero 6?

#nico di angelo #pjo ttc #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo tlo #pjo botl #pjo books #pjo boys #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson and the titan's curse #percy jackson #percy jackson and the last olympian #percy jackson and the battle of the labyrinth

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generallymemyselfandi · 4 months

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I'm curious.

Tag this with your "Top 3 Moments" from the "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" books series (or the tv show, even if it's a bit early for that I believe).

Go!

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tlt #pjo som #pjo ttc #pjo botl #pjo tlo #percy jackon and the olympians

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percyxcalypso · 2 years

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PJO Riordanverse Rarepair Week 2022 September 1 : Stars @them-awesome-rarepairs

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 || Percy Jackson x Calypso || Fanfiction || credits: The Battle of The Labyrinth + Underneath the Stars

Ogygia Percalypso part 3 of ?

“Percy, what do you see?”

I brought my eyes back to earth. However amazing the stars were, Calypso was twice as brilliant. I mean, I’ve seen the goddess of love herself, Aphrodite, and I would never say this out loud or she’d blast me to ashes, but for my money, Calypso was a lot more beautiful, because she just seemed so natural, like she wasn’t trying to be beautiful and didn’t even care about that. She just was. With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight. She was holding a tiny plant in her hands. Its flowers were silver and delicate.

“I was just looking at…” I found myself staring at her face.

– Percy Jackson, The Battle of The Labyrinth

It was nighttime in the phantom island, Ogygia, where its existence was an enigma. A few days or weeks ago –nobody knows because time works differently there– he was injured badly, he gasped “Holy Poseidon” when he saw himself in the bronze mirror after the last occurrence in Mt. Hellens. He did not heal by himself. He was helped by a beautiful sorceress, Calypso. She tended his wounds, fed him ambrosia and foods, and gave him change of new clothes.

One night after dinner, they sat on the edge of the grassy meadow right before it slopped down to the sandy beach. It was dark but the stars, moon, and moonlace shone, providing them a shimmering light. They felt the breezy air, smelt the sweet-scented plants combined with the freshwater of the lake, and heard the sound of waves crashing to the shore. The feeling was just intoxicating and heavenly underneath the stars.

It was perfect. They looked up to the night sky and stargaze. This wasn't the first time they were stargazing, not the first time either Percy caught his eyes staring down at Calypso and thought nothing but how beautiful she is.

When her eyes met his, he blushed and looked away in embarrassment.

“Have I told you the stars in Manhattan are nothing compared to the stars up here?” Percy let out a contented sigh, “they’re brilliantly stunning.”

He brought his eyes back to her, “I have never seen anything like this.”

Then he saw the sad expression again. He didn’t know she was disappointed because she thought she would never see this Manhattan of his.

“Well, Brave One,” Calypso’s expression changed, “the stars won’t go anywhere, you can admire them for as long as you want.”

Maybe it was the atmosphere of how brilliant the night was, or maybe he was still tired and too lazy to get up to the cave and sleep, or maybe it was the company that made him want to spend more time outside. Whatever it was, he was just too fond of this state. He instantly spoke out his idea to sleep outdoors. Calypso hesitated at first, but after Percy's persuasion, she succumbed to his charm.

She raised her hand and waved at the cave. Just a few moments later, some cushions and blankets flew to her arms and a big mat flopped to the ground and rolled out by the invisible aerial servants. They arranged the cushions and lay down comfortably. They didn’t feel cold at all. The blankets wrapped them warmly and the wind blew softly.

Percy told her stories of the outside modern world, then Calypso unfold the stories of how the world is before she got imprisoned and quickly changed to other topics like musical instruments, favorite things, blue foods, and Percy telling jokes which Calypso genuinely found funny. They learned that they both were deeply compassionate towards other people around them.

After hours of engaging conversation, they kept letting out yawns but were hardly willing to sleep. But in the end, their eyelids got heavy and surrendered to bed.

They both contented to this, of how sublime the night was. But somehow they can’t shake off the feeling this will never happen again.

Calypso turned to sleep facing Percy, she thought of how she loved this moment, wanted to be selfish, and never wished for it to be over.

"Stay," she whispered.

Percy looked to his left and saw that she was already asleep peacefully. He turned to face her so she was the last thing his eyes saw, before he closed them to sleep, he mouthed:

"I'm not going anywhere."