“I’m Sally Jackson’s Son.”

finding out that people either choose to be consumed by the rage god or die makes lucy frostblade all the more tragic to me. like jesus this kid had to decide between the fire that warmed her in the dark and death and she chose to die.

the intrepid heroes reached new levels of Accurate Teenage Friendship tonight

why was getting dimension 20 tickets more stressful and expensive then getting taylor swift tickets??

NO LITERALLY

God, I love the art this season so much. Not just because it's fucking gorgeous, (which it is.) But. like. look at this.

The Trio of Goblin Badasses (otherwise known as the Gukgak family):

First of all. Pretty. Second of all, look at their facial features. Riz's got his dad's ears, but his mom's nose. Sklonda's jawline and Pok's dark brows. This kid is the spitting image of his parents, a perfect combo of the two. Just like Kalina said in Sophomore Year.

I Just Think It's Neat.

that was an insane three hours.

Riz immediately moving to save Fig and leaping in after her without hesitation, Adaine counterspelling a GOD to save her, Gorgug casting Warding Bond…what if I wept

imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

Speak for yourself. I always expect frat boys to be capable of mass destruction

@clearascountryair

lesbian orc bars would be crazy

ngl when i read "bars" i wasn't thinking of the place where you drink and hook up. i was picturing lesbian orcs rapping. and i still thought "so true"

It's open mic night at the lesbian orc bar

Bisexual Fabian is real guys. Everybody breathe.

when brennan said "i think you become aware of the absence of the eldest daugher in that home."

and ally said: "as like, a shield."

an accidental renaissance moment found in this weeks adventuring party

having to see your god's throat slit and internalizing that it's your fault, then immediately having the rotting corpse of your former god--someone you created and abandoned--flung at you by someone who did it to communicate your worthlessness to you,

then before you can even begin to process anything, having a friend turn you invisible at a party and watching another friend illusion themselves to look exactly like you while they do a wild party trick

and all the crowd (unknowing the truth of what you've done, of what's happened to you) admiring and cheering for an illusion of you who is cool and lovable and simple...

amazing metaphor for what dissociation from trauma feels like