They Used To Say Shitpost. I Think I Just Got Fucking Demoted. What The Fuck

i think that when annabeth and percy move to california for college, they start having dinner with annabeth’s family once every 1-2 weeks. it’s probably a little tense at first, and annabeth is likely anxious about it. percy could either be pissed off and angry with them about how they treated her, or he could be really nice and trying to diffuse the tension to make things easier for annabeth.

but either way, i think one thing would be abundantly clear: percy is her family. not them. at least, not in the ways that matter.

mr. and mrs. chase have probably only ever seen annabeth with her walls up. never letting her guard down. she’s always tough around them, and never lets herself become trusting of them. because she has to protect herself from letting them hurt her again. as a young child, she felt unloved and resented by them enough that she preferred the cold dangerous streets to being with them. so even if their relationship begins to grow better - and i really do think it gets good eventually - she’s careful around them. she protects herself, and therefore isn’t super warm and fuzzy around them. since she’s grown up, there’s a good chance they’ve never seen her show true emotion. they’ve probably never seen a true smile from her. they’ve probably never seen her lean on someone.

but then she brings percy. they would see that the 14 year old little boy who they once met grew up into a tall, striking, intimidating young man. he has the same look in his unique sea green eyes that makes you know he’s been through horrible trauma. he’s carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. (literally). the rest of him may appear 18, but his eyes look 100 years old. he’s the first person they’ve really known who is like annabeth in that way.

and here’s the thing: percy and annabeth are a team. there’s an unbreakable bond between them. they move and fight as one. they are best friends in the whole world, and it’s clear to anyone who sees them. but they are also hopelessly in love, and that’s also clear to anyone who sees them. so imagine annabeth’s family, who’ve only ever known her to be distinctly independent and closed off, seeing her and percy holding hands. seeing them sit so close together that they’re nearly on top of each other. seeing her put her hand on his arm and kiss his cheek, or seeing him wrap his arms around her and gently kiss her forehead. and nevermind the touches, imagine them seeing her just look at him. a look full of vulnerability and adoration and complete trust. full of love and warmth and emotion. because that’s who annabeth really is. she’s emotional and sensitive and warm. but she’s always had to be someone else around her family, because in her mind, the true her wasn’t good enough for them.

but now they see her, all grown up, and with this young man by her side who is clearly her everything. and i think it would be a punch to the gut seeing them together. because it would be the first time they realize that she doesn’t think of them as her family. percy is her family, and percy alone. annabeth does not regard them - her own dad and step-mom and brothers - as her real family. percy fills that role all by himself. and it’s entirely their own fault.

I do sometimes think about all the smaller ways Sadie has been let down by other characters.

I think about how she was too young to understand that her grandparents tore her away from her father and brother.

I think about how she internalized that as abandonment by her dad, and that scar never went away even when she was old enough to understand.

I think about how she was in a bad mood at the beginning of the first book because most of the time with her dad was already gone.

I think about how she initially perceived her dad taking her and Carter to the British Museum as prioritizing his work over being her dad.

I think about how Sadie questioned if her dad and brother even still loved her.

I think about how she's always the one to be unfailingly loyal.

I think about how she trusted Bast when a magician accused Bast of abandoning her duty.

I think about how she believed Amos was in control of Set's power at the climax of the third book when everyone else doubted.

I think about how she still visited Bes's comatose body, despite not liking places like hospitals and nursing homes.

I think about how no one really extended her the same.

I think about how her grandparents didn't fight to keep her at home with them in Britain.

I think about how Carter chose to go after Zia instead of going with Sadie to find the book of Ra.

I think about how that made Sadie cry.

I think about Sadie, who feels abandonment extremely acutely, was forced to sacrifice her dad.

It's just something I think about.

I think I peaked with this art specifically

my preferred form of self-harm is waxing

i raise you: percy tying his camp necklace around annabeth's neck before she goes on the mark of athena quest.

irritating that both the percy jackson movies and the tv show take things that annabeth did (showcasing her personality and her dimensionality and whatnot) and giving it to percy or grover

like why write a female character if you’re going to butcher her in the adaptation

like they did the same bull shit to katara in the avatar movie and the live action show

#stopbutcheringfemalecharacters

"irreversible side effects of HRT" all of life is irreversible. i cannot go back a single second in time

healing is taking too long what if i just kill myself