I am indeed terrified of what I’ll find in Blood of Olympus

I mean after the pandering percabeth Tartarus chapters, Caleo, and forcing the queer kid out of the closet, how much further can Rick sink??

i’d love to participate in thalia/reyna week, buuut i really have to prepare for clarisse/silena week so

more bianca with an undercut because i am weak

more bianca with an undercut because i am weak


My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.

And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.

— Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via owldee)
hey check out part of this pipalypso fic i started but never finished a few months ago

Perhaps it all started when Calypso was first freed from her island prison. After the explosions and tears (mostly from Leo) and the monster attack midway through the return Atlantic flight (to which Zeus had nothing to do with of course). When the eastern coast was a trail of shimmering lights and the sky was dark blue for the most part, stars twinkling across the heavens.

It had also been cold as balls and Piper had been stuck with guard duty, so at the time, she hadn’t cared for anything but shoving as much as herself near the main mast of the ship, where a tiny split in the metal leaked hot, wonderful steam from one of the heating pipes.

Sure, it might’ve been something that needed fixed. Some rip that in the near future could spell their downfall if they crashed into a flying iceberg or something. But the only other person—and he wasn’t really a person—to know about the crack near the mast was Festus. And Festus, bless his soul, would do anything for Piper. Including not informing Leo of potentially life-threatening structural damage. 

As Piper thought of looking for some expensive oil to get for Festus as a thank-you present, the door leading to the underparts of the ship suddenly hissed open.

Calypso walked onto the deck, hair dark brown in the dark. She spotted Piper after a moment and smiled, and walked towards her. Although the winds pushed at her dress and hair, she didn’t seem at all bothered. In fact, it didn’t seem like the chilly night air was affecting her at all.

How wonderful for her, Piper thought, teeth chattering. She watched as Calypso came to stop next to her and Piper pressed herself closer to the crack in the haul, protective of what little happiness she had left in the world. Because Piper might’ve been generous and an open heart and all that bullshit most of the time, but she had her limits, and they started at 49ºF.

After about 15 minutes of uncomfortable staring, Calypso finally spoke. “Hello, Piper.”


“What are you doing out here?”

“Baking a pie.”


The honest excitement in Calypso’s voice made Piper pause. Then she groaned. “Of course not! I’m out here because I got forced into guard-duty.”

“I know.” Calypso grinned. “I was just…breaking the ice.”

Piper groaned again. “That was terrible and you are terrible.”

Calypso stopped grinning. She looked hurt, her shoulders drooping. “I’m terrible?”

“Yes—I mean no! Ugh.” Piper fought back a shiver powerful enough to dislodged a few ribs. “Just don’t worry about it okay? You aren’t terrible. I’m just really, really fucking cold.”

“Oh.” Calypso replied, her expression relaxing. “Well, I could get you something heavier to wear?”

“That’d be nice.” Though Piper wasn’t sure she could squeeze on a jacket. Two hoodies and a long-sleeved shirt had already turned her into a cotton marshmallow. 

"I could whip you up something hot in the kitchen downstairs?”

“That sounds really nice.” The last time she’d try to grab herself something to eat, the others had glared at her in that disappointing sort of way, the kind that said, ‘We knew you couldn’t handle it, Pipes. Just go to your room and warm up and we’ll send someone manlier and more stoic to defend the ship.’ 

“—or I could just stay with you and we could cuddle. Shared body heat is very effective against the cold.”

“That’s the best idea ye—eh? What?” Piper snapped out of her thoughts. “Excuse me?”

Calypso stared down at her, unblinking, before breaking out into a bout of giggles. “I’m kidding. I’ll go ask Leo for a heavier jacket for you. Or some machine I can bring out here that will warm you better.”

“I think you and Leo have spent enough time together, if you’re already pulling shit like that.” Piper said, rubbing at her runny nose. “And ask Annabeth.”

“As you wish.” Calypso replied and gave her another smile, one that was strange and made Piper feel strange. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

And then she was gone.

“Yeah.” Piper said after a second, as confused now as she was cold. “You do that.”







Jesus fuck I am in someone else’s house trying to contain my laughter so they don’t think I’m absolutely fucking ridiculous

Shrrgnien has the best zoe/artemis + hunters fics in the whole fandom i s2g

zoom out

it’s the end of blood of olympus

but plot twist!!1

it’s just a rl fanfiction percy wrote after watching everyone else do a bunch of amazing stuff

beta’d by leo