Just Passed A Group Of Teenage Girls Walking Downtown.... Wearing Cargo Pants And Platform Crocs....

My three favorite blonde boys <3

let the bodies hit the floor

if the pjo television show had any guts they would've cast rick riordan in all the roles and put him in different wigs

No cause Percy is like aggressively American, but I refuse to believe that Will doesn’t have at least a faint Australian accent

do british pjo fans give the characters accents?? percy’s comebacks r abt to sound like “oi that’s bloody mingin awright”

due to budget cuts preschool will no longer teach about the color green

this happens to me every day i dont know how to make it stop

"Cartoons are for little kids, adults shouldn't--"

BITCH WHO DO YOU THINK MADE THE GODDAMN CARTOON

Fun history facts: One of the 31 people arrested at Stonewall on June 28th 1969 was American folk singer Dave Van Ronk, who was not at the Stonewall Inn at the time and was cis & straight as far as I'm aware. He'd been eating dinner at a nearby restaurant when he noticed a riot happening, said "Well I suppose I should go see what the fuss is about," stepped outside, and immediately started throwing bricks at the cops.

Chapter 4: TYSON PLAYS WITH FIRE

“Yeah but, he’s already done that once in this book and seemed no worse for wear,” Will reminded Percy before he could get too worked up with worry again, not that he really had back in his school. Percy definitely seemed to have some instinct about Tyson.

“Kind of catchy though, Tyson the guy on fire,” Alex said in a flashy tone of voice.

“You and my mom can start a book club,” Percy snorted.

“Percy, a book club isn’t-” but Magnus stopped himself and shook his head as Alex looked way to excited about the prospect.

Mythologically speaking, if there’s anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it’s bulls.

“Ironic since your dad loves them,” Will pointed out.

“He can deal with all of them from now on then,” Percy huffed.

Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls.

“Be grateful it wasn’t three?” Jason offered.

“Thanks,” Percy snorted.

And not just regular bulls—bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn’t bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

“There is way to much fire going on in this book,” Magnus frowned.

“I’m sure the monsters will tone it down and switch to cotton balls if we ask nicely,” Percy sighed.

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