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Rick Riordan
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May 20 - June 6, 2024
The last thing I wanted to do on my summer break was blow up another school. But there I was Monday morning, the first week of June, sitting in my mom’s car in front of Goode High School on East 81st.
You know what they say, never waste a Friday on a first date. But there I was! In my heels with my hair straight! And so I take him to this bar, this man wouldn't dance, he didnt ask a single question! And he was wearing these FUGLY JEANS!
And remember, dear, this is Paul’s school. So try not to…you know.”
Paul?? Like the monkey from nickelodeon?
Paul Blofis, my mom’s boyfriend, was standing out front,
Oh
I stared at him. Sometimes it was easy to forget that as big and childlike as he was, Tyson was pretty smart.
Percy infantalizing his brother what the fuck
“Grover is in trouble. There’s only one way we can figure to help him. It’s the Labyrinth. That’s what Clarisse and I have been investigating.”
The david bowie movie?
Then he went back to cutting his sausage with a dagger.
Freak
Yo, boss! He capered around in his stall, his black wings buffeting the air. Ya bring me some sugar cubes?
He speaks like Skelly from the Hades game
“Right,” Quintus said, standing on the head dining table. “Gather ’round.”
Am i supposed to trust this guy? Cause I don't trust him
Annabeth turned toward me, her eyes dark with worry. “An entrance to the Labyrinth. An invasion route straight into the heart of the camp.”
Oh dear god
The walls were spray-painted with graffiti. A neon tagger sign read MOZ RULZ. “I’m thinking this is not Roman,” I said helpfully.
Percy Jackson: the comedian
“I’m Janus,” both faces said in harmony. “God of Doorways. Beginnings. Endings. Choices.”
God of doorways wow so important
The good news: the left tunnel was straight with no side exits, twists, or turns. The bad news: it was a dead end.
So another loss for the group.... yippee
“I know this place,” Annabeth told me. “This is Alcatraz.”
Bitch, you better be joking
But instead of a horse’s lower body, it had the body of a dragon—at least twenty feet long, black and scaly with enormous claws and a barbed tail.
IT WHAT?!!!
Her legs looked like they were tangled in vines, but then I realized they were sprouting snakes, hundreds of vipers darting around, constantly looking for something to bite. The woman’s hair was also made of snakes, like Medusa’s. Weirdest of all, around her waist, where the woman part met the dragon part, her skin bubbled and morphed, occasionally producing the heads of animals—a vicious wolf, a bear, a lion, as if she were wearing a belt of ever-changing creatures.
SHUT THE FUCK UP ID JUST KILL MYSELF IF I SAW THAT IRL
She spread wings that I hadn’t noticed before—huge bat wings she kept folded against her dragon back.
WINGS?! Guys you may just wanna give up and join kronos
they imprisoned Gaea and Ouranos’s earlier children— the Cyclopes and the Hekatonkheires.” “The Heka-what?” I asked. “The Hundred-Handed Ones,”
WHAT
“So who’s in that cell?” I asked. “You said a name—” “Briares!” Tyson perked up. “He is a Hundred-Handed One. They are as tall as the sky and—” “Yeah,” I said. “They break mountains.”
Perseus i swear to god you let that boy talk all he wants he is significantly smarter than you
Peyton liked this
When I first saw the creature inside, I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. He was human-size and his skin was very pale, the color of milk. He wore a loincloth like a big diaper. His feet seemed too big for his body, with cracked dirty toenails, eight toes on each foot.
Smeagol as fuck
He came up with a whole avalanche of rocks, a classroom set of scissors, and enough paper to make a fleet of airplanes. “I told you,” he said sadly. “I always—” His face morphed to confusion. “What is that you made?” “A gun,” I told him, showing him my finger gun. It was a trick Paul Blofis had pulled on me, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “A gun beats anything.”
Hehe haha
mountain where Atlas was imprisoned,
When will Atlas get to rest his weary bones???!!!!
“even immortality has limits. Sometimes…sometimes monsters get forgotten and they lose their will to stay immortal.”
WHAT?!
Then he turned and trudged off down the corridor until he was lost in the shadows.
WHAT THE FUCK
“Icarus!” his father cried. “Glide! Extend the wings. Stay as still as possible!” But Icarus flapped his arms, desperately trying to reassert control.
What a fucking idiot
kind of like Father Time, if Father Time went redneck and got totally jacked.
Oh?
He was wearing jeans, a DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS T-shirt, and a denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off so you could see his muscles. On his right bicep was a crossed-swords tattoo. He held a wooden club about the size of a nuclear warhead, with six-inch spikes bristling at the business end.
I trust this fella
Yes! The horse said. Come inside! Eat you! Tasty half-blood! But I’m Poseidon’s son, I protested. He created horses.
Why does he keep acting this way it make me violent
“Oh, save it, sea boy. You ocean-god types always think you’re soooo much more important than some little river, don’t you? Well let me tell you, this naiad is not going to be pushed around just because your daddy is Poseidon.
GOOD FOR HER
“Why didn’t you answer me sooner?” he cried. “I’ve been trying for months!” “I was hoping you would give up.”
OPE
will not fail. And you, demon, don’t you have other matters to attend to?” “Oh, yes.” Kelli smiled. “I am bringing despair to our eavesdropping enemies. I am doing that right now.”
WHAT
“Is it true your son died flying, Uncle? I heard you made him enormous wings, but they failed.” Daedalus’s hands clenched. “Take my place,” he muttered. The wind whipped around the boy, tugging at his clothes, making his hair ripple. “I would like to fly,” Perdix said. “I’d make my own wings that wouldn’t fail. Do you think I could?”
Men are so fucking dumb
He tossed the bronze beetle toward the boy. Delighted, Perdix tried to catch it, but the throw was too long. The beetle sailed into open sky, and Perdix reached a little too far. The wind caught him. Somehow he managed to grab the rim of the tower with his fingers as he fell. “Uncle!” he screamed. “Help me!”
AND THIS IS WHY MEN DIE BEFORE WOMEN DO
“Go on, Perdix,” Daedalus said softly. “Make your own wings. Be quick about it.”
WHAT THE FUCK
“Things are going to be run a little different on this ranch from now on. No more sacred cattle meat. I’m thinking about soybean patties. And I’m going to befriend those flesh-eating horses. Might just sign up for the next rodeo.”
WOOOO
She would’ve been pretty, but her hair was tied back in a tight bun and she wore too much makeup,
Percy Jackson the sexist
“These aren’t riddles,” Annabeth said. “What do you mean?” the Sphinx snapped. “Of course they are. This test material is specially designed—” “It’s just a bunch of dumb, random facts,” Annabeth insisted. “Riddles are supposed to make you think.”
Annabeth shut the fuck up
If I saw that face on somebody walking down a highway intersection asking for money, I would’ve locked the car doors.
PERCY JACKSON HATES HOMELESS PEOPLE!!!!
“But…I’m just…I mean, I’m just me.”
Ken as fuck
“The dracaenae found a half-blood!” Luke scowled. “Alone? Wandering the maze?” “Yes, sir! You’d better come quick. They’re in the next chamber. They’ve got him cornered.” “Who is it?” “No one I’ve ever seen before, sir.”
Oh my god is it nico
