Books are sort of like the TARDIS.
Their content exceeds their mass.
And they take us to worlds and times we’ve never dreamed of seeing.
That was beautiful.
Not even in the Doctor Who fandom and that’s beautiful.
I was rereading that one part in Sea of Monsters where Percy and Annabeth are arguing as their lifeboat is plummeting toward the ocean, and now all I can see is them doing the same thing as they’re falling into Tartarus:
“I am hanging on!” Annabeth yelled.
I don’t know if I’d laugh or cry if this actually happened in the book
Grab yo pens and take note…
So, we all express our reasons for loving Percabeth so much… everything from “THEY ARE PERFECT” to “DFJSDKFJSDKJFSKDJFKSDJF MY FEEEEEEELLLINGS I CAN’T HANDLE THIS”, and as articulate as those reasons are (they do say a lot to the perfection of Percabeth) here are my thought-out, this-shit-could-possibly-be-an-A+-essay-you-turn-in-to-your-English-teacher (not really) reasons for loving Percabeth.
(You know you wanna click that read more button. C’mon bby, you know you wanna)
i really like how when annabeth asks percy to let her go down into tartarus alone he says ‘never’ instead of a plain ‘no.’
like, for him, letting go isnt even an option. either he pulls them both up or he lets go and both of them fall down. as long as they’re together.
Hearted from: http://watchingtheminutehand.tumblr.com/post/47942486002