[episode 4 spoilers] i don't think some people are getting the medusa/annabeth parallel right.
i saw a lot of people on twt saying that this time percy sacrificed himself for annabeth (as he was the one to fight the chimera), but that's not what i think the parallel is about.
athena punishes annabeth with disappointment, when everything annabeth wanted was her respect and approval. and yet athena punishes her because of percy's (son of poseidon) actions. that's the punishment, and that annabeth didn't escape.
then athena "gives her a second chance", at least that how i interpret it: she lets the chimera enter her temple, a sacred place, to test annabeth's loyalty, to see if annabeth would put her respect and love towards her mother over percy, again, and annabeth knows this, yet she still chooses percy: the right move, what athena wants, is not for annabeth to fight the chimera, it is for annabeth to embrace her spring and be logical, be strategic – to let percy behind. that's the right and smart move: percy was useless for the mission as he was wounded, the smart war move was to sacrifice him. and annabeth disappointed athena, once more, by trying not to.
even worse? that didn't matter. it didn't matter that she went against her mother wishes for percy, again, because he sacrificed himself anyway. because he played hero. late enough for it to be clear what annabeth was about to do. once again, percy took annabeth's chance to gain her mother's approval, and once again he got victorious in her place: he gained his father's, poseidon, help, he earned it with his heroic gesture; and annabeth, again, disappointed athena.
worse? medusa warned annabeth, they were the same: they wanted athena's love and fought for it, but then poseidon/percy got in the way. and yet both medusa and annabeth were the ones to suffer athena's disapproval.
percy didn't save annabeth from meeting medusa's fate. he helped it happen, he played his rol (unknowingly) as the son of poseidon
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forever mad we got matt dillon as dallas because one of the main parts of dally's character is his physical appearance,, he's meant to contrast/compliment johnny BOTH PHYSICALLY EMOTIONALLY AND MENTALLY and when u take out the physical aspect it's like 😓😓 i guess you can argue that physical appearance shouldnt really matter but i feel like, in this case at least, it does a better job at showing their contrast and yet they're polar opposites, they're still like each other in some way and still care for one another deeply (johnny admires/idolizes him and dally wants to protect him so he doesnt become like him)
like with johnny he's supposed to be "warm": big brown eyes, dark ish skinned, jet black hair
and dally he's supposed to be "cool" to represent how he got hardened at a young age due to jail: blond almost white hair (platinum), ice blue eyes with a hatred of the whole world, and assumed to be pale
yin and yang typa shit if you will
BUT ANYWAY but then in the movie dally has brown hair and brown eyes. but then again the movie doesn't do a good job at showing a lot of things from the book so i guess it's whatever (still enraged about it though) (this doesn't apply to dally's death scene btw i believe that was PERFECT francis and matt ate the house down with that 🤞🤞 i'll get into that another day though)
ALSO THIS ISNT MATT DILLON HATE HES AN AMAZING ACTOR,,, JUST MAYB NOT FOR DALLAS 😓 in the physical aspect at least,,
but dally's personality was a little off too,, like how he called johnny a little shit--"what did you say to me you little shit?? whatd you say???" HED NEVER HELLO??? like a big part of his character is not caring for anyone EXCEPT johnny so when you make him mean to him too it's like what the hell
or maybe im just biased because dallas is my fav and i'm just reaching idk what do y'all think
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tease tidbit tuesday💀
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hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol
it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣
it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha)
gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣
not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol
I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both
snippet 1 | snippet 2
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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway.
There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.
“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”
“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.
“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script.
“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.
“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”
Eddie hangs up without a word.
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By the time Eddie’s ninth birthday rolls around, his parents have been dead for two months.
He gets a little sad when he remembers that fact. He remembers them, he’s old enough to, but he doesn’t really remember what they were like. He remembers that he has hair and eyes like his mother and a face like his father, but he doesn't know their favorite foods or the lullabies they liked to sing to him when they were home.
They were gone most of the time, deployed by the First Army again and again, until one day, they didn’t come back. Since then, Eddie has been with Uncle Wayne - he's Grisha, so he and his dad didn't talk much before - at the Little Palace.
It’s nice, even if it was weird at first. Eddie went from living off rations to having quality meals for every meal. He went from owning two shirts to owning ten. He went from running around outside to, well, running around outside, only this time, it’s on manicured lawns and safely maintained woods instead of on dusty dirt roads and barren wheat fields.
Outside is all he really has, aside from the little house he and Uncle Wayne have on the grounds. Eddie isn’t Grisha, so he isn’t allowed inside the Little Palace.
He’s okay with that. There’s a whole bunch of stuff to do outside, between the forest and the fields and the lake, while he waits every day for Uncle Wayne to come back from teaching classes about fire.
Sometimes, there are other people outside, too, but Eddie doesn’t talk to them. He doesn’t think he is allowed to, even though Uncle Wayne never gave him that rule. The other kids his age seem pretentious, anyway, with their bright, expensive clothing and chins held high.
Eddie might be living a lot better now, but he still doesn’t like rich kids very much.
His train of thought is interrupted when he falls out of the tree he’s perched in.
Luckily, he doesn’t fall very far. He was eight feet up, at the highest, and now he’s on the ground, having landed and rolled the way his dad taught him to the last time he was home.
That thought makes Eddie sad again, so he makes his brain swerve away from it.
Eddie stands up and brushes the grass off his pants, but instead of being alone, like he was, before there’s another boy standing in front of him.
He’s pretty. That’s the only word Eddie has for him. This boy is pretty, from his wavy brown hair to his smooth skin to his perfect, straight smile.
The adult teeth Eddie has growing in are already noticeably crooked, and he only has three of them.
“Hi?” he says, and it sounds like a question because he doesn’t know who this boy is. That and because he’s wearing white, and the only Grisha Eddie has ever seen wear either red, blue, or purple.
Either this boy is special, or he’s not Grisha. Eddie kind of hopes it’s the second one. It would be nice to not be the only one, even if this boy is wearing clothes that are worth more than Eddie.
The boy doesn’t say hi back. He instead points at Eddie’s forehead, where a cut and a bruise from yesterday’s failed attempt to swing from one tree to another are still healing.
“I can fix that,” he says.
Eddie doesn’t care one way or the other what his face looks like, but this boy looks like he does. He looks completely uncomfortable with being outside, and it doesn’t look like he belongs here, either. Not with his pristine white robe and his perfect, pretty face.
The longer he looks at Eddie, the worse his face scrunches up.
“Okay,” Eddie says. And then, because he’s polite, “I’m Eddie.”
“Steve,” the kid says. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too. Are you going to fix my face?”
Steve huffs out a surprised little laugh and takes a step closer. “I can if you hold still.”
“I’m bad at that,” Eddie admits.
Steve giggles. “You’re funny.”
“You haven’t fixed it yet.”
Steve rolls his eyes, but he brushes his hand over Eddie’s forehead, and Eddie feels a sort of warmth, like the itch of a scab, before it’s gone just as soon as it came up.
“There you go,” Steve says. “It’s fixed.”
Eddie reaches up toward his forehead. The skin is smooth, but when he presses down, it aches.
Something must show up on his face because Steve says, “It’ll still hurt.”
“I thought you said you fixed it.”
“I did. It’s gone. But it’ll still hurt, at least until it heals on the inside.”
“How do you know that?” Eddie says.
Steve shrugs. It’s the first careless gesture Eddie has seen him make.
“I just do,” he says.
Eddie frowns at that, but before he can say anything, Steve turns around and starts walking away.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” Eddie calls.
Steve stops and looks over his shoulder. “Maybe.”
In Eddie’s world, maybe means make it happen. He’s determined to.
He watches Steve walk back toward the Grand Palace, not the Little Palace, and wonders who on earth he is until he hears Uncle Wayne calling him in for supper.
there's more here.
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