“Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips.
On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, "Real.”
In two weeks, twenty three of you will be dead, one of you will be alive.
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haha I guess when I say everybody I mean the majority of people in the fandom. At least that’s what it feels like to me.
It seems like he’s always portrayed as so happy-go-lucky and energetic by fans whereas in the books he’s moody and bitterly sarcastic and just all around in a foul mood a lot of the time. He complains often in his head and tends to dramatize situations, which are funny to us but clearly being mocked by Percy in this sense. Not that Percy is always miserable I guess because he definitely has his happy moments where he smiles and laughs, but its not that much and there aren’t that many and the older he gets, the more those are dwindling off because he’s taking his life more seriously and realizing just how much he’s sick of the demigod lifestyle. Even at a young age though, right off the bat, Percy straight up tells you he dislikes being a demigod and, “Am I a troubled kid? Yeah, you could say that,” so…obviously brooding is just a part of his personality. I think he even says in TLT that one of the reasons his mom thinks he looks so much like his Dad is because Percy has that naturally brooding look to his face that Poseidon shares.
I don’t know, everybody interprets characters differently I guess, but it seems pretty obvious to me that even though Percy is hopeful, he’s also pretty darn miserable a lot of the time.
Most of his inner dialogue is him making sarcastic comments about all of the crazy fucked up shit that happens to him. It’s a defense mechanism. He honestly doesn’t think nor even know that he’s being funny most of the time. If you notice, most if not all of his little comments are in his head.
The other characters don’t think he’s laugh out loud funny (like Leo). A little humorous and goofy sometimes, but he doesn’t have the other characters doubled over in laughter.
Example: The dam joke.
Initially Thalia was the one who made the comment. She and GROVER go off on a tangent alternating making the jokes. Percy stands off to the side and LAUGHS
He does not say A WORD.
He just doesn’t make jokes guys. He honestly isn’t the hilarious sass master he’s made out to be. He’s pretty quiet and goofy.
I couldn’t agree more. Honestly Percy doesn’t even talk that much and when he does so he’s not that loud about it. Annabeth talks more than he does and is much louder when she does so, which is why Percy is so amused that Annabeth wants to be an architect, because he can’t imagine her sitting still and quiet all day sketching buildings.
Percy’s the kind of guy that has his hands in his pockets and a shy smirk on his face, like he’s trying not to laugh but is silently anyway.
Sooo I made a Disney blog. If you check it out, reblog this post and I will make a couple of promo lists with my favorites bolded yay!
I’ll keep this going all night, so reblog whenever!
One time, I spent three days mixing paint until I found the right shade for sunlight on white fur. You see, I kept thinking it was yellow, but it was much more than that. Layers of all sorts of color. One by one,” says Peeta. The morphling’s breathing is slowing into shallow catch-breaths. Her free hand dabbles in the blood on her chest, making the tiny swirling motions she so loved to paint with. “I haven’t figured out a rainbow yet. They come so quickly and leave so soon. I never have enough time to capture them. Just a bit of blue here or purple there. And then they fade away again. Back into the air..