Never forget that Marianne faced the Fairy equivalent of a freaking dragon
and scared it off so much with her own ferocious display that it immediatelybacked down and retreated with a whimper.
She then went on to both lecture and comfort her sister, pull Sunny out of the Dark Forest, came back from a legit traumatic flashback of said Forest to once again lecture and care for her sister, and then, as a grand finale, told her fuckboy of an ex-fiancé just where he could put his song-and-dance attempt of a gas lighting faux-apology by singing her own more superior song.
This has been a casual reminder that not only could your Fairy Princess never, our Fairy Princess did and she was a beautiful badass doing so.
I have never related to nor loved a character as much as I love Annabeth Chase. She is multifaceted and precocious and determined to prove herself worthy, she is allowed to be rough and completely unkempt and rude and project an aura of intelligence and confidence so strong it is, at times, completely insufferable while also revealing her fears and weaknesses in moments of emotional vulnerability. She’s so terrified of not being good enough, of the people she loves leaving her (despite this she falls for a boy who everyone says is going to die) and it manifests as jealousy and arrogance and yet she is so fiercely loyal to those she loves and is willing to sacrifice herself to save them.
She gets her own backstory and character arc, she has her own relationships with side characters that have completely unique dynamics, and she grows up so much over the course of the series.
Sure, her motives can be a little unclear sometimes, and she loses a degree of her independence over the course of HoO (when she considers being with Percy more important than being alive? But just before that she left him behind to embark on an extremely important quest that Only She could do, Alone, so… back to those mixed motivations) but over all she is one of the best written female characters I have ever read, and having her as the deuteragonist in a middle-grade/YA series is so important.
I love her. So much. I could go on and on and on about all the ways that I think she is a fantastic, layered character and my favourite ever.
I see a lot of really pretty Annabeth aesthetic posts on here, and characterization is to each their own ya know, but none of those posts really like capture Annabeth to me?
The colors are just so…dull and turned down usually? When I think of Annabeth I think golds and browns and tans and oranges like her hair, skin, and CHB t-shirt. Bronze like her knife. Red like the strawberry fields in CHB. Jean shorts, long legs, old t-shirts, faded baseball caps, ripped tank tops, messy hair that isn’t paid much attention. Someone who just like embodies summertime, bright and active and bold and deeply sunkissed all over. Someone spirited and strong, bossy and confident. Yes Annabeth has gray eyes and a gray laptop and likes architecture, but she’s not all gray to me. Not bland or light or snowy. Not wrapped up in soft sweaters sipping from a coffee mug quietly reading a book with perfect hair and makeup (Annabeth doesn’t even canonically care about beauty stuff like that). No, she’s bright and burning. She’s fierce and fiery. She’s fresh-faced and flushed and sweaty in clothes that don’t matter. She’s up and moving in the summer sun, brave, quick, impulsive, and brilliant. Both incredibly passionate and intelligent. She’s so vibrant. I love her.
Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)
Word Count: 4501
Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.
As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.
Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.