valor flashes by

     ”wait, you honestly think you can come in there with that shit and try to make me try and forgive you for what you did? Yeah, no. Not happening.”

"But if I have a say in it, we’ll never have to."

Carry On by Fun.

       ⊰♆⊱ 🌊-ʊ-🌊-ʊ-🌊                      ” I dunno, leo made ‘em. “

"You actually wore them?  Dude, did you even ask  if he'd tested them before  you? Tiresias isn't a good  look on you."

      “Y’know… neither am I.”

      "I wanna say 'keep in your lane',        but, that doesn't exactly work         for the sky. So... hi, I guess. I'm        Jason."       

Nico snorts in amusement and hms, only stumbling a little from being tired. “I’m not sure that’s actually a compliment, Grace. But, I don’t think you’d make a too bad of one yourself, even if I will kick your ass at checkers.” He groans a little at the mention of food. “Yes. I need a shake and probably five burgers and at least quarter of my bodyweight in french fries before we do anything else.”

"That's totally a compliment, dude. Old men are cool." He remembered listening to the stories of some of the elderly at Camp Jupiter. "And, like hell you'll kick my ass; you're on in thirty years, di Angelo!" He patted himself down, making a pleased noise when he found a few mostly not-soggy mortal dollar bills in his back pocket. "Jackpot."

Now whenever Jason isn’t looking she has this like stare down with the dog like ‘I was here first’. Which she always loses because goddamn even huge ass dogs have puppy dog eyes more powerful than charm speak.

Euripides, The Bacchae, Scene III.

Some Nights

We Are Young - Fun.