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Ok seriously is the Leo isn’t Latino thing a joke or??
I mean, my main thing is about Percy but there is a distinction between being Hispanic and being Latino
Leo is considered Hispanic because he speaks Spanish and as far as we all know not directly from Latin America where’s the Ramirez duo are from Puerto Rico so they’re Latino because they hail directly from Latin America.
I know I'll often stop and think about them, in my life, I loved you more (In My Life, The Beatles).
“Here’s the thing about boys,” Thalia started.
“Not this again,” Annabeth groaned.
“Let me finish, let me finish,” Thalia frowned.
“What’s going on?” Maria asked glancing between the both of them. Somehow Aunt Thalia had found out about her silly crush. She was thirteen for Gods’ sake, it wasn’t that serious, but low and behold there she was-the daughter of Zeus about to school her on men.
“Boys will disappoint you. Like, a lot,” Thalia continued.
“What do you know about boys?” Maria asked, “aren’t you lesbian?”
“Doesn’t mean I haven’t had the unfortunate chance of meeting a few. You know, like your father.”
“Thalia, she’s Thirteen-“
“I’m preparing her, Annabeth. Let’s not forget how hopeless you were,” Thalia frowned, shooting the blonde a pointed look. As if on queue Percy stepped inside having returned from his class at the arena.
“Loves of my life,” He grinned, “oh...and Thalia.”
“Dad, she’s gone crazy,” Maria giggled, skipping over to her father.
“I know that already,” Percy snickered.
“Percy, how many crushes did you have as a kid?” Thalia asked.
“I don’t know, six or seven? Mostly celebrities. Man, this one lady-I forget her name-she was stunning and-“ Percy trailed off noticing Annabeth’s slightly irritated and slightly amused expression, “I know ill often stop to think about them in my life, but I loved you more.”
“Horrible save,” Annabeth joked.
“See? Disappointing,” Thalia grinned, as Maria made a funny face at her father.
“She’s got a point,” Maria admitted. “Well, maybe I’ll find a smart boy and not a stupid one. I mean this Cody kid isn’t very bright if I’m being honest. I’m surprised he can open doors.”
“Damn Maria, go easy there,” Percy winced. Maria finding a boyfriend would be hard enough as it was, what with him and Annabeth as her parents, but if she was this snarky all the time she might just be single forever. Not that Percy minded. But that was something to worry about later. For now, he had time to relax and enjoy doing nothing but listen to his wife and Thalia tease each other for the rest of the evening. Frankly, he was living the life.
Baby, to the moon and back I'll still love you more than that (Moon and Back by Alice Kristiansen. Awesome song. My mom and I love it because she's always said she loves me to the moon and back.)
(First of all that’s adorable. Second of all angst warning ahead)
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Leo did his best to be optimistic for the both of them. He got up early and did the chores Calypso hadn’t had the motivation to do the night before. When he had finished with that, he made breakfast though it was almost always burnt, and even then he cleaned up his mess. He set the table and made sure everything was perfect before going and waking her with a gentle smile and kiss on the cheek.
There were times she didn’t get out of bed and the breakfast was left to go cold despite Leo’s efforts. He never complained or grew upset. She didn’t need that, and he could only think of all the times she’d been patient with him. But it broke his heart a little bit to see her so sad and empty.
The death of their son wasn’t an easy thing to grasp. They’d been excited, jumped for joy, waited months to finally meet him, and then the news came that they never would. He’d never cried so hard in his life since the day his mother died. And that moment had hurt Calypso more than he could imagine. She rarely smiled now, and he knew why. She felt broken. Like it was her fault. He’d tried so hard to assure her that it wasn’t. That she couldn’t have done anything different.
But it was hard when all of your friend’s wives had children without a hitch. Not one of them could understand the pain, and though Leo was glad none of them did, it made him feel lonelier than he already was.
“You feel like getting up today?” Leo asked, as Calypso rubbed the sleep from her eyes only to nestle up closer to him and hide her face in his chest. He ran a hand through her hair and place a light kiss on the top of her head. “I made your favorite for breakfast.”
“Thank you,” came the muffled and soft reply.
“Of course,” Leo smiled faintly as she propped herself up into one elbow to give him a bleary eyed morning kiss. “Anything for the most beautiful girl in all the land.”
“Your flattery hasn’t changed at all over the years,” Calypso sighed, but there was a hint of a smile to her voice.
“I can work on it if you’d like. Only, you might see me standing in front of the mirror and talking to myself,” Leo joked, glad to see that she was in better spirits today. They were making progress though it was slow.
“You do that anyways. You’re Leo.”
“Bad boy supreme,” Leo smirked. Calypso rolled her eyes and took up her former position nestling back into his arms.
“I love you,” she muttered, yawning shortly after her words.
“Baby, to the moon and back,” Leo smiled gently, holding her tight, “and I’ll still love you more than that.”
“What’s after the moon?” Calypso asked.
“Not sure,” Leo admitted, “but that doesn’t matter because I love you more than all the way to Pluto and back.”
“How will I ever too such a feat?” Calypso replies sarcastically, earning a laugh from Leo that in turn made her smile. His heart nearly stopped as she looked at him. She hadn’t smiled in so long he nearly forgot how beautiful she looked when she did.
Though they never did make it out to breakfast before it went cold, Leo was okay with that. He’d seen Calypso smile and to him that was worth more than a million cold breakfasts.
So my bio class is literally Percy Jackson
A girl who looks exactly like hazel walks in wearing an SPQR sweatshirt.
Me: “I love your sweatshirt. I have a CHB hoodie.”
Boy who looks just like Percy Jackson: “Yeah, I mean I’m more of a CHB fan but I respect it.”
Girl that is literally Hazel: “Oh! Did you guys take the godly parent quiz?”
Percy Jackson Boy: “Yeah! I got Poseidon. I was expecting something totally different like Demeter or something.”
Hazel Girl: “I got Hades. Was surprised because I am not a death and dark black soul kind of girl.”
Percy Jackson Boy: “What about you?”
Me: “All those internet quizzes say I am a child of Artemis which is stupid because she has no kids.”
So now I am taking the official test.
Go on. Do it. Shoot me. You couldn’t, even if you tri-Ow! What the fuck? You shot me!
Capture the flag was always an intense game. Not only with the kids but with the parents as well. Though there were friendly rivalries, and of course family feuds (also friendly) one thing no one could Stop was the competitive nature of demigods. Not to mention the dramatic nature of demigods. So it was no surprise that Percy, no different than his first capture the flag game with Thalia, was in dangerous waters.
He held his arms out invitingly, his clothes drenched with the water he’d used from the creek, eyeing Thalia’s bow with caution. The tip was rubber, of course, to prevent genuine impalement, but they still hurt.
“Go on. Do it. Shoot me. You couldn’t even you tri-OW!” Percy shrieked, clutching his thigh as he fell to the ground. “What the fuck? You shot me!”
“Mom!” Thia chastised, going to help her uncle up.
“What?! He asked for it!” Thalia grinned, laughing maniacally.
“He’s being stupid,” Thia frowned.
“You’re supposed to defend me and you call me stupid?” Percy whined, taking Thia’s extended hand.
“You wanna get shot again?” Thalia asked, arching a brow.
“Nope. I’m good,” Percy decided, before running away. Thalia fires another arrow pegging him in the butt for good measure. Percy’s cry of pain was more than satisfying.
“Chump,” Thalia smirked.
Draw the Squad
But I’m too lazy to draw them:
Thalia isn’t a coward for joining the Hunters
Someone recently told me that they didn’t understand Thalia joining the Hunters of Artemis because it was out of character, a cop out, and something a coward would do. I, however, strongly disagree and here’s why:
It’s noted more than once how similar Zoë and Thalia are. They’re almost identical just from different eras. Powerful dads having to do with the sky, neglected by those dads, having to fend for themselves, find a new family, and lose a sibling. Because yes, Calypso is Zoë’s sister.
Thalia isn’t a coward. In fact it was incredibly brave of her to remove herself from the prophecy. She recognized the danger of herself should she turn 16. She was tempted more than once by Luke and the notion of power. The prime example being the Ophiotaurus.
She has lots of anger at the Gods, particularly her father and Hera, that Percy hasn’t quite cultivated yet. He’s still new and fresh to it all and was lucky in having a loving mother to help guide him morally.
Thalia needs guidance and a family. She could have that at camp but let’s face it-she’d hate it. She’d be a permanent year rounded and she’s not the type to like staying still. She likes moving. That’s how she survives. Being a Huntress gives her that opportunity.
Artemis is the first god/goddess who openly and shamelessly aids them. She’s also the first one to believe and advocate to act against the dangers ahead. She cares. She cared enough to hold the sky for Annabeth whom she barely knew. That’s not going to be lost on Thalia. She’s used to callous pain in the ass gods not those willing to sacrifice things for them.
Artemis actually shows emotion and compassion. She clearly cares about her hunters enough to take on a task by herself to spare their lives, she doesn’t use heroes as expendable pawns. Thalia would notice this too.
What’s more, Artemis is blood related to Thalia. Artemis is probably the only semblance of family Thalia’s had contact with in years. She’d naturally gravitate to that sort of nurturing and guiding presence.
Gods can talk through thoughts. There’s no saying what Artemis and Thalia could have talked about on the way back to Olympus.
Artemis doesn’t demand Thalia to completely turn her back on Percy her friend or Grover or others. She recognized Thalia’s case is different.
Thalia would be immortal. If you think she’s not scared of potentially dying again you’d be wrong. I mean, just on the single quest Bianca mad Zoë died. The stakes are high. She just got back to the real world, she wouldn’t want to lose that.
She could find Jason. Knowing about their situation now, it would make sense. It would give her the opportunity to potentially find out what happened to her brother.
And there’s probably numerous other reasons but those are the main ones I talked about. But seriously, it’s not a cowardly move at all.
only you would do that
“Okay, never have I ever....put toothpaste on my face like a mustache,” Andy grinned. He watched as his friends and family each put up a finger. The only one who didn’t was Maria. “You haven’t? How come?”
“Because I learned at a young age that toothpaste burns,” Maria explained. “For ages I refused to use minty toothpaste because it made my eyes water.”
“Fair point,” Eli agreed. “Now it’s my turn. Never have I ever gotten my fingers stuck in those metal bolt things.”
“You mean nuts?” Sol asked, immediately putting a finger up.
“Yeah, those,” Eli nodded.
“My dad had to use butter to get them off my fingers,” Sol mumbled, stifling a smile.
“I got all ten of my fingers stuck once!” Andy gloated.
“Yeah, because you saw Sol do it, then thought it was a good idea, and tried to do it yourself,” Jaxon snorted.
“Seriously?” Maria asked, arching a brow.
“What? It’s funny looking back on it,” Andy shrugged.
“Only you would do that,” Thia grinned, shaking her head and nudging her cousin playfully.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Andy sighed. “Whose turn is it?”
“It’s Jaxon’s,” Grey reminded.
“Right. Okay, never have I ever...”
