i love the implication that annabeth just gets approached and asked for autographs often by fans - dryads, naiads, satyrs, other demigods. she has her own little fan club and resident member percy jackson didn't even know about it but was like "yeah that makes sense" when he found out.
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
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the smallness of the quest, returning a lost chalice, let the audience see a side of percy that is different.
a percy that has time.
he isn't running from monsters or at the epicenter of a war.
this is a percy that had time to go to school and join clubs. a percy who has time to go to smoothie shops with annabeth and grover. a percy that has time to have dinner with his mom and step-dad.
a percy that has time to think, about what he wants, about what he's scared of. a percy that has time to be a kid and just exist.
the smallness of the quest, returning a lost chalice, let the audience see a side of percy that is different.
this is a percy that has time.
a percy that has time to go to school and join clubs. a percy who has time to go to smoothie shops with annabeth and grover. a percy that has time to think about what he wants and what he's scared of. a percy that has time to be a kid.
i think that percy and annabeth's relationship is so healing for both of them. like, our girl has severe abandonment issues but managed to pull the guy whose fatal flaw is unwavering loyalty. and our boy has severe self-esteem issues but managed to pull the girl who consistently chooses him. i love these two so much.
getting raised by tumblr and then moving to twitter and then moving back to tumblr feels like i'm asking my parents if i can have my old room again.