on my way to ravka

The Lunar Chronicles: Cyborg Cinderella tries to save the emperor from marrying her evil aunt who lives on the moon

Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Hyperactive kids are given way too much responsibility

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: Dead kids are given way too much responsibility

The Raven Cycle: wdym we are going to fall in love while looking for dead welsh kings

The Mortal Instruments: “Oh no she’s my sister, oh no I love her, why why why”

Six of Crows: A master thief constantly fools everyone but most of all himself and his feelings

To Kill a Kingdom: Prince-killing siren + siren-killing prince = Trouble

The Selection: Please just choose Maxon, this is way too frustrating

Stalking Jack the Ripper: Stop exposing these two teenagers to serial killers

All for the Game: Gay college athletes somehow think sports is more important than trying to escape the Mafia

— The “best wishes” note with Medusa’s head

— “Do you have anything to declare?” “Yes; I declare this is stupid.”

— “You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth.”

— The “go chase a donut” line

— “On the bright side, now Jason and I both outrank you, Octavian, so we can both tell you to shut up.”

“They’re … um …” Annabeth started to say.

“We’re orphans,” I said.

“Orphans?” the woman said. The word sounded alien in her mouth. “But, my dears! Surely not!”

“We got separated from our caravan,” I said. “Our circus caravan. The ringmaster told us to meet him at the gas station if we got lost, but he may have forgotten, or maybe he meant a different gas station. Anyway, we’re lost. Is that food I smell?”

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He looked us over. “How did you die, then?”

I nudged Grover.

“Oh,” he said. “Um … drowned … in the bathtub.”

“All three of you?” Charon asked.

We nodded.

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“I’m not saying hello to a pink poodle,” I said. “For-get it.”

“Percy,” Annabeth said. “I said hello to the poodle. You say hello to the poodle.”

The poodle growled.

I said hello to the poodle.

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“I don’t know. Just a feeling. Annabeth, come with me-”

“Are you kidding?” She looked at me as if I’d just dropped from the moon. Her cheeks were bright red.

“What’s the problem now?” I demanded.

“Me, go with you to the … the ‘Thrill Ride of Love’? How embarrassing is that? What if somebody saw me?”

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No

Well, you do please me... a lot

I did this instead of doing classwork

I saw so many posts over the years, and particularly leading up to this last book, about how eager people were to see Zeus get his comeuppance. Theories like how he should be overthrown by the other Olympians, sent down to be human himself, or just have Apollo really ream him out. I myself daydreamed endings where such things occurred.

Then we got to the end, and none of that happened. Zeus did his whole “congratulations, Son, you did me proud and clearly my punishment was for the good of us all” thing, and Apollo just. Decided it wasn’t worth it. That Zeus wasn’t going to change, and trying to do so was just wasting his time.

And I think this message is so important? Because while Meg had a beautiful plotline of defeating her abuser through the support of others and freeing her siblings in the process, the sad truth is the world doesn’t always work like that. Sometimes your abuser has all the power, and society isn’t willing to take it from them. It’s such a human thing to want to see the person who hurt you face justice or admit they did you wrong, so you can get your closure. But that’s hinging your recovery on the actions of the one who hurt you in the first place. In the end, what you can control is yourself. 

Apollo phrased this beautifully when he said,

You cannot change a tyrant by trying to out-ugly him. Meg could never have changed Nero, any more than I could change Zeus. I could only try to be different from him. Better. More… human. And to limit the time I spent around him to as little as possible.

Jude: No.