Let’s talk about the evolution of Percy Jackson throughout the PJO series
He starts off as a confused, lost, awkward 12 year old who had been to a completely different school each year and never felt like he fit in. He’s witty, angsty, sarcastic, and bitter. His looks are average, he has a lack of self-esteem, and doesn’t seem to care about much. He lives with an abusive step-father, and him and his mom have barely anything to get on.
Slowly, as he learns he’s a demigod, he begins to realize that Camp Half-Blood, the place he discovers, might just be his home. He starts to go on quests and actually succeeds, which is something he had never thought he could do. Percy tries to save the world because he finally feels like there’s a purpose to his life. He had felt angry and betrayed by his father, but now acknowledges what Poseidon has done for him, and actually respects him.
Then comes Thalia Grace, who begins to make him question his confidence. He starts to think: Am I really that great? Couldn’t anybody do my quests just as I did? She makes him doubt himself, because deep down he secretly wants to be the boy from the prophecy. He finally feels like there is a reason for him to work hard in life. But Thalia makes him feel threatened, hence the ever-important fight between them.
By the end, they reconcile and learn from each other’s mistakes, which in turn strengthens Percy’s confidence. As the prophecy nears, Percy fights and trains more than he had ever before, and now is seen as a leader. Someone the demigods can count on. Someone they look up to. He takes a risk by jumping into the River Styx, but he does it for his camp, his friends, his f a m i l y. Never would past Percy do something like this. But this Percy does, because he legitimately cares. Later, he storms through rows of monsters, slashes through countless enemies, and hurries from one group of campers to another in order to save his city.
Think about what he had said in the Last Olympian: “‘What did they do?’ My voice sounded tight and angry. ‘What did they do to my city?’”.His city. The city he’s been living in his whole life, the one that he never really thought much about in the past. But now, it’s his city. And right then and there we can tell that he will do anything to protect those who call it their home.
Percy Jackson learns to become a role model for the demigods who are scared out of their minds, because to them, Kronos is a nightmare. They don’t have self-hope, they have no idea what will happen to them. But Percy gives them that hope. He inspires them to fight as hard and strong as they possibly can in order to save their camp. He treats them as strong warriors, and he believes in them. More importantly, he believes in himself.
When confronted by Kronos in the Battle of the Labyrinth, he had had no confidence at all. In fact, he ran. He ran. But in the Last Olympian, there was no running. The only thing he would do is walk straight forward. Because he was tired of countless enemies tormenting him and his friends. He was exhausted, and wanted to put a stop to it. It was difficult seeing Luke, someone he had thought of as a friend, standing in front of him as his greatest enemy. And in that moment, he makes a choice. The choice of leaving the responsibility on Luke, and trusting that he would make the right decision. This was something only a leader could do, and a leader is what Percy had become.
Gone was the lost, scared, confused, and awkward little boy. Gone was the boy who had little self-confidence, who gave into taking a potion that would change his appearance, simply because that was what he had thought mattered. Gone was the boy who felt constantly bitter, who was antagonized and targeted by his ADHD and dyslexia, who lived each day knowing that by the end of the school year, he would surely be expelled, and his mom would have to send him to another one.
The older Percy, the one that saved Olympus, saved the world, is so much different. He manages to last two years (and counting) at Goode High School, something he had never thought he could do. He embraces his flaws because he knows it makes him stronger. He learns to accept his ADHD and dyslexia because it in fact makes him a more powerful demigod. He leads the Camp Half-Blood campers into battle and helps them gain their own confidence. He has friends who truly care about him and would sacrifice themselves for him, just as he would. He gains much more knowledge and experience about his abilities and realizes that they make him special.
Perseus Jackson has had the smoothest, and most perfect evolution throughout the series.
I want to talk for a little bit about Final Fantasy XV.
I grew up with this franchise. I’ve played most of the games in the series. I’ve beaten about half of them. Final Fantasy XIV, the rebooted version, has 980 hours clocked in on my Steam library.
I’m a fan. I’m a veteran. I’ve loved this series of games since I was a kid.
So you can imagine, I think, how torturous the wait was for XV to come out. That painful, agonizing decade of waiting. To finally hear the release date last year, probably one of the only things that made 2016 tolerable, only to have it delayed.
I have never looked forward to a game like I looked forward to this one. I was soexcited.
And then it came out.
… If I were like a great number of people who played this game at launch, you might expect me to talk about how disappointing it was to see what this game became. You might expect me to talk about how much potential was lost. How it betrayed me. How we deserved better. But I’m not going to do that. One, I don’t agree with any of that. I think this game is wonderful. But more importantly. I cannot, in good conscience, add on to the criticism.
Because Final Fantasy XV gave me something, gave me someone, that no other game has ever given me.
I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I’m sure a lot of people following this blog of mine are aware of that. My case is minor, in the grand scheme of things. I have what’s called spastic diplegia. What this means, in simple terms, is that my muscles don’t quite work the way they’re supposed to. My left side is substantially weaker than my right, particularly my legs. I don’t have hip sockets. I do have scoliosis, though. My balance is shot, I have the knees of an old man. I use a cane for long distances, crutches for longer distances, and a wheelchair when neither of those options work anymore.
I didn’t grow up with heroes to look up to. I didn’t have anyone who shared my struggles on TV, or in my games. No movies, no cartoons, no books. Cerebral Palsy was something I talked about with my doctors, and my therapists, and my family. That’s it.
I didn’t get to see somebody like me be the hero. I didn’t get to feel like I could save the world. I grew up feeling alone, even though I was surrounded by people who loved me and supported me, because who understood me?
In a lot of the promotional material for Final Fantasy XV, the Brotherhood anime, the Kingsglaive movie, even flashbacks in the main game, you see young Noctis, the game’s protagonist, in a wheelchair.
And in the game proper, when Noctis is grown up and going on his journey, if you pay close attention to how he runs, you might notice that he favors one leg over the other. This is particularly noticeable if you run him out of stamina and he has to stop to catch his breath. One of his outfits even sports a knee brace.
Noctis Lucis Caelum, the main character of a numbered Final Fantasy game, has a permanent injury. A permanent disability.
Does he have Cerebral Palsy? No. Is it particularly noticeable? Not unless you’re paying attention. Was it even deliberate? I have no idea. But considering my options, I honestly don’t care.
Noctis is a hero with a disability. Noctis is setting out to save his home, to reclaim his throne … with a disability. Finally, after 30 years on this earth, I can look at someone in one of these games, in one of my favorite franchises of all time, and say:
“I know what that feels like.”
Finally, I can look at the main fucking characterof a videogame and see myself.
I do not, and never will, have the words for how much that means to me. How long I have been waiting for something, anything, like this.
Is Final Fantasy XVperfect? No. It has its flaws. And for plenty of people, those flaws are deal-breakers. I don’t dispute that. I will never silence anyone for that. But … but this game. This game made me cry. This game filled a void. This game healed a wound I didn’t even know I had.
Theo nott and hermione granger??????? Like seventh year after the war???????
hermione is, like, really tired.
like, she’s been fighting the good fight for what feels like a thousand years, right, and she saved the world, she knows that, she’s proud of that, proud of herself and harry and ron and everyone–but it turns out that running for her life and watching people die and dealing with the ensuing emotional fallout is incredibly draining, and she’s just. she’s tired.
so, she goes back to hogwarts to finish her education, yes, but also to take a nap.
she does not have a contingency plan for theodore nott.
tall, lanky, quiet theodore nott, who’s always checking out the really complicated books on magical theory, and whose tie is always slightly too loose around his neck, and whose hands are big, and elegant, and surprisingly graceful as he takes meticulously detailed notes in the kind of shorthand that hermione has only dreamed about having the time to develop–
theodore nott is sly, and theodore nott is smart, and theodore nott is a slytherin.
she sits next to him in ancient runes, and she marvels at his indifference. he barely glances at her. he doesn’t ask her what it was like, or badger her for information about harry, or do anything at all besides solve equations and absently brush the underside of his jaw with the feathered end of his quill.
“it’s a bit weird, isn’t it?” she asks him one day, tapping her foot against the leg of her desk. “being back here? with the war over?”
he furrows his brow, tongue flicking out to rest on his lower lip as he considers how to respond. “the war,” he says, and then pauses. “it…happened, i suppose.”
he continues, blandly, “did you get an answer for the last problem set? i figured a zero, but that doesn’t seem right.”
she blinks again.
her smile, when it finally comes, feels so incredibly light.
Funny how I used to see other girls talking to their boyfriends 24/7, always calling, texting, going on dates, and I never understood how they were so comfortable. Whenever I dated guys I was uncomfortable and didn’t feel comfortable opening up and I never developed a strong connection, and it didn’t make sense why other girls were so into dating. And now with my girlfriend we Skype constantly, always text, tell each other everything. She’s my best friend. If only I had been taught a little bit more in schools about sexuality and the fact that relationships outside of heterosexual relationships exist. Could’ve saved me a world of confusion and feeling like I was broken.
Another thing I appreciate about Persona 4–Saki Konishi wasn’t “nice”.
It should be obvious why I’m airquoting that. Saki’s treatment of Yosuke doesn’t define her as a person, but the player is inevitably left with a rather negative impression at first. And that’s just it–the game doesn’t continue to reinforce her as either an evil bitch or a virginal angel. There’s Yosuke getting over his feelings for her and what he imagined her to be, but that’s very clearly Yosuke’s issue and not her responsibility (or rather, the responsibility of her story) to deal with.
You see the harsher side of Saki, but through her brother and through the glimpses of her life you get you also see a person who’s missed very dearly. Yosuke’s crush–and her true feelings about him–don’t solely define her character.
“You okay? Did your face get burned? Ahh, your eyelashes are a little singed! King, I think you went a little overboard!” ―Totsuka Tatara checking up on Fushimi after Mikoto saved him from the Green Clan
i vote pushing daisies with ned the piemaker to be the crossover series for marvel and dc because this needs to be a thing. let them all meet at the pie hole for a slice of pie after work. i love everyone in this hole.
Idk there’s just something about the fact that the everyone’s coming together- from each corner of the world- school buses and Avengers Compounds and Wakandan palaces- each one of them suiting up with a grim determination and sense of realisation in the back of their heads; this is it, this is the Big One, this is the fight which decides who we are. Whether we can be The Avengers that we were brought together for in the first place.
And you can see it in the way they fight, the way they look: they know that this is it. Their last stand. Their chance to put aside everything, every fight and doubt, in order to come together and save the world.
That isn’t exactly how the panspermia hypothesis works. Panspermia is the theory that the building blocks of life originated elsewhere in the solar system and got transported to earth billions of years ago and that’s how life started here…
Pairing: Dean x Female Reader Rating: M Warnings: Smut, language. Summary: You haven’t seen Dean in over a year, and the sudden scruff he’s got lining his jaw is doing things to you. Author’s Notes: I’m almost at 100 followers and I’m so grateful for all of you. I’ve only had this blog for a few months and already the feedback has been amazing. So, as a thank you: here’s this.
It’s been forever since you’ve been to the bunker. You jumped at the chance to take a vacation when Dean called, saying that it’s been too long since they’ve seen you, and that he and Sam had some major stuff to fill you in on.
When you get to the giant front door, you’re suddenly overcome with nerves. What if something’s really, really wrong? What if one of them is going back to hell? What if– no, you stop yourself. You don’t want to worry yourself too much. Besides, Dean sounded fine on the phone.
You’re pulled from your thoughts when the door creaks open, and Sam grins when he sees you. “Hey.” He says, and he grips you in a hug before you can react. “Good to see you.”
“Good to see you too.” You say, hugging him back. “God. You guys still haven’t spruced this place up?” You tease as he takes your bag and leads you inside.
“Been a little busy.” Sam says, sheepishly.
You haven’t seen Dean yet and you don’t– you don’t want to seem too eager. It’s just… he’s the one that called. And you miss him, okay. You’ve always been a bit closer to Dean than Sam. You love them both, so much, but you and Dean are two sides of the same coin.
“Dean’s in the kitchen,” he says, like he can read your mind.
You smile a little sheepishly. “That obvious?”
“Only to me. I’ll take your bag to your room, you go down. He’s been a little anxious.”
You follow the familiar path to the kitchen, and stop just inside the doorway when you see Dean sitting at the table, fidgeting. He’s got his laptop in front of him and he drums his fingers on the tabletop, then on his cheek as he shifts his weight and puts his head in his hand.
Summary: You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)
How do you feel about relating to the NGE characters? Some people say that they relate to Shinji, for example. I don't see any problem about others saying that, but I... He lost his mom, his dad abandoned him, he has to save the world etc. I kind of feel like saying that I relate to him or his loneliness would diminish his suffering, because his circumstances are much worse than whatever I experienced? I know that's not the point, I know we're supposed to sympathize and connect, but...
… That’s the thing with fantasy/sci-fi, if the characters - almost everyone in NGE - have suffered due to many occasions they had no control of, I can’t just brush them off as metaphors for the human condition. It may make me worse, actually, like, those characters suffer more than I ever would and I’m still so fucked-up. Of course, they’re fictional characters, but you always find RL people with more complicated lives who seem to have dealt with it better than you with your privileged life.
I think this really needs to be said on that matter: You don’t need to be a carbon copy of a character to relate to a character.
That being said, there’s a lot about Shinji which makes him relatable as well as any of the Evangelion characters. I’ve already gone over his awful relationship with his father (awful is an understatement), whose interactions honestly are a good example of emotional abuse. He’s hardly selfless, his go-to way to solve his problems is by running away from them. He’s a character who desires validation and it’ll do for anyone (sincerity isn’t even considered). He’s still making sense of the world, slowly trudging onward, and being that he’s roughly midway though adolescence, of course he (and other characters) is going to have a trove of misguided ideas.
Some people find Asuka relatable. Considering she puts on the idea of independence to mask her massive insecurities (and traumatizing childhood), I think she’s pretty relatable. This is especially because she received no closure about her mother before EoE comes around. When she recovers from her lowest point, her will to love reignites, and when she receives closure, she’s able to grow more as an individual.
Some people even relate to Rei, and considering her identity is forced upon her and not really given any exploration of it, I think she’s pretty damn relatable as the others. I mean, you don’t have to achieve actualized deityhood to find Rei relatable. You don’t need to have the ability to travel through time and space (Quantum Rei) to find her arc about stifled identity exploration something that hits close to home.
It’s these struggles, personalities, and choices which make people in real life bond with these sorts of characters. It’s a big reason why people have an emotional bond with those types of people.
Most people have gone through these things and relating to a character isn’t trivializing their struggles.
I mean, this are just small examples, but part of what makes Eva so good is that any character is relatable because of how real they are. I also don’t really ascribe to the idea that Eva is of the human condition, considering the AT Field encompasses both humans and angels, both literally as well as metaphorically.
Poor Hanamori. Like, good for him that he kind of got to be the father to Shindo’s child. But, fuck, it really sucks that he had to raise Saraka and Shindo’s daughter all by himself. Doesn’t seem like he was able to go find someone who actually loves him. Dedicated nearly 2 decades to a douchebag.
Seriously, fuck Shindo and Saraka until the end. I know they did it to “save the world” but I feel like their methods were slightly selfish. They pretty much screwed over everyone else who was actually deserving. Natsume, Hanamori, zaShunina. Actually, no, they all deserve better than Shindo.
I want a happy ending for my babies.
Also, fuck the creators for queerbaiting through the end (scene where Shindo and zaShunina whisper each other’s names and bring their faces super close and hug as Shindo dies).