son of neptune is also funny because the characters have no significant issue with each other. every other previous mainline book involves some kind of tense dynamic with the questing characters. in tlt it's percy and annabeth. in som annabeth hates tyson and percy is defensive of him whilst trying to swallow the fact that he's embarrassed to have a monster for a brother. in ttc percy and thalia and zoë are all fighting with each other constantly. in botl percy is back to childish quarreling with annabeth over the luke/rachel stuff + grover is scared of tyson + annabeth is intensely antagonistic towards rachel. and in tlo percy and annabeth are bickering again + percy strangles nico for lying to him. even jason and piper (though jason is still immediately jumping off a cliff to save her whilst unaware that he can fly) have instant tension in their dynamic that runs through the veins of tlh and beyond + leo struggles with feeling like a third wheel + piper is worried about betraying them for her father and that impacts the way she interacts with them

domestic frazeleo is so very special so here are my thoughts #mythots on the bedroom situation

the scene in son of neptune that's like

it's so cute to me that frank had a crush on hazel since the beginning because what really was it that frank liked about her back then. like yeah she's nice and she's pretty and sometimes romantic attraction really is that simple but I like to think about how hazel was just so creepy and depressed back then. like she was passing out randomly (her blackouts) and trying to play it off like it was nothing and accidentally summoning gems out of the ground when she got nervous and screaming when people tried to pick them up because they were cursed and she wasn't getting anyone's modern references and she would have had old-fashioned gestures and sensibilities and she was trying her best to Act like a normal person whilst haunted nonstop by a pervasive sense of dread and alienation from those around her. she must have been So strange. she was masquerading as a Moden Alive Girl instead of the undead ghoul from the 1930s that she really was with enough emotional baggage to capsize a cruise ship

thinking about frazel going to a bar and hazel orders the most boring minimalistic poison-flavored drink ever and the waiter looks at her tiny self and goes "are you sure? the flavor is pretty harsh, it's not sweet at all" and she's like "Yes that's ok" and then the waiter looks at frank, big burly guy who barely fits into the booth and asks "a beer for the gentleman perhaps?" and he has to embarrassedly state that No he wants the lucky ducky cocktail: