#bisexualdarkpercy

so I went through a couple of the books looking for the best scenes that exemplify this, and you know what? I could probably do this list solely with Percy in TLT. 

okay so we all know the bit right before That One Scene when Percy comes upon Luke practicing and marvels at how focused and intense he is and makes so many notes about how he’s dripping with sweat and his shirt is sticking to him right? fun fact: I tried to rewrite this bit when I did this fic in which Percy is older and he and Luke have an obviously unstraight relationship, but aside from changing some of Luke’s dialogue, I found I couldn’t make it gayer.

“It was cool enough that Luke had come to say goodbye. I’d been afraid that he might resent me for getting so much attention the last few days. But here he was giving me a magic gift…It made me blush almost as much as Annabeth.” me @ RR: JUST SAY IT. JUST SAY HE HAD A CRUSH ON LUKE. JUST SAY IT. OH MY GOD. JUST S

ANOTHER SCENE in SoM when Percy sees Luke for the first time after his betrayal and ofc gets right down to telling us how he looks and I think he calls Luke “evil male model”? He literally compares him to a model. I can’t deal w this.

I haven’t reread BOTL in over a year(shame on me), but I’m p sure there’s a scene where Percy is dreaming about Luke post-his getting the Curse of Achilles and he keeps talking about the light glinting off his skin and his leg muscles and he compares him to a young god. Y’know, like Hazel does re: Percy in SoN when she calls him hot.

near the end of TLT there’s the moment where the original trio are in Hades’ throne room. You wouldn’t think getting interrogated by a deity for a crime you didn’t commit would be a good place to look for subtext, right? You would be wrong because Percy spends several paragraphs talking about how lithe and muscular Hades is and his mesmerizing, “evil” charisma, and how he wants to surrender and bow at Hades’ feet. Almost exactly the same reaction he had to Medusa, who was renowned in the original myths for being mesmerizing and beautiful despite her deadliness. HMMM.

SECOND SERIES BONUS ROUND: there are multiple moments in Son that fit the bill, like Percy saying Frank looked solemn like an old Roman statue, or not being able to resist his pouty begging face. Pssst Percy thinks Frank is cute.

✈ - scariest monster

I’m gonna do one for each series bc I’m a cheater.

PJO-I feel like the obvious answer here is Kronos. I’m not sure he fits, though. I mean, clearly Kronos is scary as hell, but he doesn’t really fall under this series’ definition of “monster”(read: semi-sentient, usually somewhat animal antagonist). For that definition, the scariest is probably the drakon from TLO. Like…it’s a giant lizard demon with eyes that freeze you in place with terror. I’m gonna say no.

HoO-I essentially have the same problem here as I had above. My heart says dark!Percy, but my head says Arachne. My heart says Arachne a little, too. Damn those Shelob vibes, man.

Hestia: describe your ideal house

Maybe a small house in the center of a big city, with a room for my books, another room for me (so I can write peacefully) and… yep a lot of cats haha

Athena: share a piece of wisdom

Hum… I have nothing much interesting to say since every fun fact I know it’s from tumblr but- In ancient Greece there was a myth which said that humans had two heads, four arms, four legs etc. but when Zeus saw that it could be a monster, he separated them into two so they had to search for their soulmates forever BUT from what I know, there are rumours that this myth said that this “first monster which turned into two people” had the same sex so what it’s trying to say this is that gay was actually the normal thing :D

Demeter: favourite season and why

I freaking love autumn. I mean trees are orange and brown, it’s not cold but not hot, HALLOWEEN and I can start wearing hoodies and flannels again after the hot summer

68-Hero

drabbles

“So, superheroes are next on the list.” I said, flopping down on the couch beside Frank.

His eyebrows shot up. “You have a list?”

I dug in my jeans pocket and handed him the scrap of notebook paper. “Have yourself a look.” I grinned. “Spider-Man is first.”

Frank’s brow furrowed. “This isn’t your handwriting.”

“You mean it’s not chicken scratches?” I shook my head. “My mom wrote it out. I just suggested things.”

“I think this is every even marginally popular superhero movie released since 1970.”

I cracked open a can of Coke, enjoying the hiss. “We’re catching Hazel up on nearly a century of pop culture. It’s kind of extensive.”

“You have Christopher Nolan on here.”

I shrugged. Truthfully, he wasn’t my favorite, but still. “Critically acclaimed. Therefore, pop-culturally important.” I glanced up. Frank was still frowning. “Not a fan of the Batman?”

“Not this one, at least.” His fingers tapped restlessly on the sofa cushion between us.

I grabbed his hand and anchored it to the couch. “Nervous?”

“Thinking.” Frank met my eyes. He looked oddly earnest, as usual. “Is Batman a hero to you?”

“I don’t know. I guess.” I gestured vaguely with the Coke can. “I mean, he’s kind of cranky. But I can relate.” I released his hand; he intertwined our fingers anyway. “What’s a hero to you?”

Frank pursed his lips. His expression was deeply thoughtful. Lately, he thought about every question I asked like it was the million dollar question on a game show. “I guess…Superman. Not him, specifically, but the ideals?”

“Truth, justice, and the American way?” I guessed.

He laughed. “Something like that. You know, duty, honor. Helping people.”

I smiled. Frank was one of the people in the world that made me glad the world had people. “Like your mom.”

For a second, I thought I’d overstepped my bounds. But Frank smiled at me, and my chest warmed again. “Yeah.”

I scooted closer, clutching my drink and hoping it wouldn’t spill on my mom’s new couch. He didn’t react much when I bumped his shoulder. “A lot like you.”

He looked surprised, like a puppy who’d gotten poked in the side. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I set down the Coke can so I could hold his other hand. His thumb automatically circled out over my wrist. I wondered if he could feel my heartbeat.

I looked him steady in the eyes. “You’re my hero, Frank.”

He blushed strawberry-red, and it was probably the cutest thing I’d seen all month.

Something made a loud snapping noise behind us.

Hazel was standing in the entrance to the living room, holding a camera and wearing a pleased smile. “Are you guys being sappy again?”

“What did we say about the Polaroids, Hazel?” I tried and failed to sound scolding. The shaky voice matching Frank’s blush might have had something to do with it.

“You said I was acclimating very well to modern culture through artistic expression.”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t say it like that.” I muttered.

She put down the camera on the table and sat next to me, curling her legs under her. “If you’re going to have me watch five hours of Sam Raimi, you can let me take pictures of you. Besides,” She leaned forward and picked up the photograph the camera had spit out. “You look cute.”

I peered at the photo and my cheeks heated. From the angle Hazel had, you could mostly see Frank blushing and me leaning in to talk to him. It looked almost like we were kissing.

I passed it to Frank. “We do.”

He looked at me and said, utterly poker-faced, “We’re cute as heck.”

Hazel started giggling.