#let us find the dam snack bar

[ssavinggrace]

yall in my language arts class I'm writing an informational thing on the hoover dam

the

hoover

DAM.

[legendsofzegends]

I've been listening to audiobooks to catch up with the pjo series I feel kinda bad I haven't read it sooner cause I bought the lightning theif in like 2018 ish??

But I've just finished the titans curse and am absolutely loving it

[murasaki-cha]

"Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can." Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?" Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?" "Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries." Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom." Maybe it was the fact that we were so tired and strung out emotionally, but I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at us. "I do not understand." "I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said. "And…" Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam T-shirt." -The Titan's Curse. Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

PEAK HUMOR!! The dam joke never gets old oh man

[avicado2]

Let us find the dam snack bar. -Zoë Nightshade, The Titan’s Curse

[riordanversequotes]

"Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can."

Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"

Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?"

"Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."

Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom."

...

I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at me. "I do not understand."

"I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said.

"And..." Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam t-shirt."

[lennyinlordran]

The Rhumerian Flood [Part 3-4]

Part 3 At Rachel’s house, climbed into Ned’s bedroom through the window, much to Ned’s annoyance. “Sasha, what the heck are you doing?”

“Where’s your mother?”

“In the kitchen.”

Sasha crawled across the ceiling and out of Ned’s room.

Sasha walked into the kitchen with pompous confidence. “Rrraaayyy-Chel. Let me ask you, what if I offered you something that could change your life forever?”

“Are you on drugs?”

“No, a sales pitch. See, I have a problem and a solution that happens to involve temporarily accessing your bank account.”

“What.”

“I have here-“ Sasha set her back of gold on the counter. “Half a kilogram of gold. About 31 grand in local currency. Normally I deal in cash, but the guy I’m selling to prefers a more different approach.”

“Cut to the chase.”

“I need to access to your bank account to sell this gold. In exchange, I give you half the profit. 15 and a half grand. Trust me.”

Rachel places the bag on a scale. She looks at the readout. She sighs. “You’re planning on staying in the attic, aren’t you?”

“Quite so”

“Well, in that case, I have a secondary condition.”

“Of course.”

“Rent. 100$ a month. It’s a steal in today’s economy.”

“I agree. Now, do we have a deal?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent choice, Ms.Ryder.”

She hands Sasha her debit card. “How’d you know my last-“ “Your son told me.” “Oh.”

Sasha returned to the jeweler, to find Max loitering outside the store.

Sasha walks in, and makes the sales. Then, she walks out of the Jeweler’s, and Maxine catches up to her. “So, you got the thing?” “Wait.” Replied Sasha

Sasha stomps to an ATM, then withdraws her share of the profit.

“Okay, now. How about tomorrow we meet up at the dam. Say, 5 PM. Good?”

“Sure.”

Sasha stuffs the 15500$ into her pocket, the proceeds to walk away.

She then discovers, to her dismay, The Gardener’s shop is closed.

After trudging across town, she walks in through the front door of Rachel’s house. She then falls over and passes out. Rachel stares incredulously at the unconscious Cat-teen. “Ahh, screw it.”

She carries Sasha up to the attic. Ned places a sleeping bag in the corner of the balcony, setting in a nest-like circle. Rachel sets Sasha down, and she curls up like a toddler. “Maybe she’s just… play acting at being manipulative.”

Part 4 The next day, Sasha woke up at about 9. She of course, strode out of the house with purpose and drive.

At 12, she had planted the various seeds and spores she had brought with her. At 2, she had paid for and B&W ad in the local paper. School paper, but still. At 4, she bought herself

a 6-pack of sprite,

a bag of jellybeans,

a Cadbury bar,

a bag of Doritos.

A little before the meeting, she examined the maintenance hallways inside the dam. She noticed something very strange; bugs placed on the security cameras. They definitely weren’t made by humans, that’s for certain. She made a mental note to investigate further, then proceeded to top of the dam.

There, she arrived to see Max running over, Leo was there, and had noticed her.

“Oh, you again.”

“Pray here often? Hi Max.”

“Sasha! You brought drinks!”

Sasha tossed the Cadbury at her, And the Doritos at Leo.

“Huh?”

“A toast. To this amazing view.”

She handed Max and Leo cans of sprite.

“Are you sure this isn’t a stealth-date, Sasha?”

Asked Max.

“I don’t do dates.” Replied Sasha.

“Sure.”

“… really, I just don’t. Not anymore.”

“Ooh, mysterious backstory… spill it.” Prodded Max.

“Later.” Teased Sasha.

“Guys, shut up and check the view.”

The two looked out over the railing.

They looked out over a beautiful sunset. Leo broke the kind silence with: “Sasha, you are a dangerously charismatic and calculating person.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You organized this without either of us knowing, and managed to telepathically read what kind snacks we’d want. Use these powers for good.”

“Improvisation and salesmanship. That’s not exactly a ‘great power great responsibility’ sorta thing.”

“My point stands.”

“Look, a Cardinal!”

“Huh, where?”

“Over there!”

Sasha pointed to a bird, flying over them.

“Cool.”

“Well, I think we’re good here.” Said Max. “Oh, by the way,” Max held up a sketchbook. An image of the group standing atop an alternate version of the dam, Beautifully overgrown with otherworldly fungus bearing strange fruit.

“Nice line-work. How do you know what Venusian Creamberries look like?”

“Lucky guess?”

“Yeah.”

“Here’s my number.” Max hands her a bit of scrap paper.

“Cool. Bye-bye.” Sasha casually leapt over the railing.

Max and Leo looked over the railing in shock, and saw nothing.

[jacklinfrost143]

Let us find the dam snack bar

The best pun ever.

[funnybookquotez]

Zoe: Let us find the dam snack bar. We should eat while we can.

Grover: The dam snack bar?

Zoe: Yes. What is funny.

Grover: Nothing, I could use some dam French fries.

Thalia: And I need to use the dam restroom.

Zoe: I do not understand.

Grover: I want to use the dam water fountain.

Thalia: And… I want to buy a dam t-shirt.

[thebonggirll]

chapter thirteen

< previous: chapter twelve

They had to walk for almost an hour before they found a path that led up to the road. It came upon the east side of the river. Then they straggled back toward the dam. It was cold and windy on top. On one side, a big lake spread out, ringed by barren desert mountains. On the other side, the dam dropped away like the world's most dangerous skateboard ramp, down to the river seven hundred feet below, and water that churned from the dam's vents.

Thalia walked in the middle of the road, far away from the edges. Grover kept sniffing the wind and looking nervous. He didn't say anything but he probably smelled monsters.

"How close are they?" Percy asked him.

He shook his head. "Maybe not close. The wind on the dam, the desert all around us... the scent can probably carry for miles. But it's coming from several directions. I don't like that."

"There's a snack bar in the visitor center," Thalia said.

"You've been here before?" Percy asked.

"Once. To see the guardians." She pointed to the far end of the dam. Carved into the side of the cliff was a little plaza with two big bronze statues. They looked kind of like Oscar statues with wings.

"They were dedicated to Zeus when the dam was built," Thalia said. "A gift from Athena."

Tourists were clustered all around them. They seemed to be looking at the statues' feet.

"What are they doing?" he asked.

"Rubbing the toes," Thalia said. "They think it's good luck."

"Why?"

She shook her head. "Mortals get crazy ideas. They don't know the statues are sacred to Zeus, but they know there's something special about them."

"When you were here last, did they talk to you or anything?"

Thalia's expression darkened, "No. They don't do anything. They're just big metal statues."

"Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can."

Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"

Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?"

"Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."

Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom." Y/N's face darkened as she whispered, "Me too."

Maybe it was the fact that they were so tired and strung out emotionally, but everyone started cracking up, while Zoe just looked at them. "I do not understand."

"I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said.

"And..." Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam T-shirt."

Percy probably would've kept laughing all day, but then he heard a noise: "Moooo."

The smile melted off his face. He wondered if the noise was just in his head, but Grover had stopped laughing too. He was looking around, confused. "Did I just hear a cow?"

"A dam cow?" Thalia laughed.

"No," Grover said. "I'm serious."

Zoe listened. "I hear nothing."

Thalia was looking at him, "Percy, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said. "You guys go ahead. I'll be right in."

"What's wrong?" Grover asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I... I just need a minute. To think."

They hesitated, but finally went into the visitor center without him.

"Thalia," Y/N said, "....I think I just got my period."

"Now?" she asked, "Wasn't it supposed to come like a week later or something?"

"You think I don't know that?!" she said out of embarrassment, "And I need to change out of these pants too. Thank god I'm wearing black."

"Do you have extra pair of pants?" she asked.

"No, I just have tampons," Y/N sighed, "It's so fucking uncomfortable!"

"..Wait, Zoe might be able to help," Thalia said and turned to her, "...Do you have anything? Anything her size?"

"I do," Zoe said, "Come on."

"....So you guys are just gonna leave me alone here?" Grover asked.

"....I mean, you can join us in our bloody adventure if you want to," Y/N chuckled. Thalia laughed at her comment, while Grover shook his head in disapproval and walked away.

As soon as Y/N was done changing, she stepped out of the stall in the restroom and washed her hands. It looked like Zoe left while Thalia waited for her.

"You know you're gonna have to talk to him in this journey at some point, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," Y/N said, "I know when we have to talk and when it's not required."

"You haven't said a word to him since I said that. It makes me feel like it's my fault," Thalia sighed.

"To be honest, you are at fault for like 20 percent. But I'm so done with him right now."

"He's dying to talk to you and you know that."

"I don't think so. He would've talked if he wanted to. Besides, he doesn't want us to become strangers I guess. And that's why he's doing this. He wants us to become friends again but you know what? Just like him, I'm beginning to have trust issues regarding this whole group. I don't wanna force myself to be in a place where I feel unwanted."

"You're not forcing yourself-"

"I know but no matter what you say, whatever goes on in this group makes me feel unwanted. So yeah, I'm just gonna do whatever makes me happy from this point. There's no use trying to make Percy and Annabeth feel less guilty and lying about being friends. In the long run, it's better for all of us."

They walked out of the stall and went to order their food with Zoe and Grover. The cafe was packed with kids enjoying the best part of the tour—the dam lunch. They were just sitting down with their food when Percy appeared in front of them gasping for air.

"We need to leave. Now!"

Okay, so angel statues saving the group from the skeletons? Check.

Forcing Nereus to tell about the monster? Uh, well he tricked them with an irrelevant answer. So no check.

Mr. D saving their ass after almost getting killed by Dr. Thorn, the manticore, and the guards assisting him? Check. Yes, this one seems almost unreal. Dionysus really got on their nerves but he did fulfill his responsibility when it was a serious matter.  As a matter of fact, he even got Percy's name right. Although he denied it later.

All around them, the manticore's minions were still acting completely nuts. One of them had found their friend the homeless guy, and they were having a serious conversation about metal angels from Mars. Several other guards were harassing the tourists, making animal noises, and trying to steal their shoes.

Percy looked at Zoe. "What did he mean… 'You know where to go'?"

Her face was the color of the fog. She pointed across the bay, past the Golden Gate. In the distance, a single mountain rose up above the cloud layer.

"The garden of my sisters," she said. "I must go home. But, we will never make it. We are moving too slow. But we cannot leave the Ophiotaurus."

"Mooo," Bessie said. He swam next to him as they jogged along the waterfront. They'd left the shopping center pier far behind and headed toward the Golden Gate Bridge, but it was a lot farther than they'd realized. The sun was already dipping in the west.

"I don't get it," Percy said. "Why do we have to get there at sunset?"

"The Hesperides are the nymphs of the sunset," Zoe said. "We can only enter their garden as day changes to night."

"What happens if we miss it?"

"Tomorrow is the winter solstice. If we miss sunset tonight, we would have to wait until tomorrow evening. And by then, the Olympian Council will be over. We must free Lady Artemis tonight."

Or Annabeth will be dead, he thought but didn't say that.

"We need a car," Thalia said.

"But what about Bessie?" he asked.

Grover stopped in his tracks. "I've got an idea! The Ophiotaurus can appear in different bodies of water, right?"

"Well, yeah," Percy said. "I mean, he was in Long Island Sound. Then he just popped into the water at Hoover Dam. And now he's here."

"So maybe we could coax him back to Long Island Sound," Grover said. "Then Chiron could help us get him to Olympus."

"But he was following me. If I'm not there, would he know where he's going?"

Although Grover was reluctant about getting into the water again after the experience of drowning in the sea of monsters, he was willing to do whatever it takes to help them. In the end, Percy agreed to it.

"Dad," he said. "Help us. Get the Ophiotaurus and Grover safely to camp. Protect them at sea."

"A prayer like that needs a sacrifice," Thalia said. "Something big."

He thought for a second and took off his coat.

"Percy," Grover said. "Are you sure? That lion skin… that's really helpful. Hercules used it!"

As soon as he said that, Percy realized something.

He glanced at Zoe momentarily and said, "If I'm going to survive, it won't be because I've got a lion-skin cloak. I'm not Hercules."

He threw the coat into the bay. It turned back into a golden lion skin, flashing in the light. Then, as it began to sink beneath the waves, it seemed to dissolve into the sunlight on the water. The sea breeze picked up.

Grover took a deep breath. "Well, no time to lose."

"....So where can we get the car?" Y/N asked after Grover left.

"Thalia's right," Percy said. "We need a car. But there's nobody to help us here. Unless we, uh, borrowed one."

He didn't like that option. It was stealing, and it was bound to get them noticed. Percy realized that this was the first time after long days of battling with monsters and traveling that they spoke with each other. Sure, it was regarding the urgent matter that made them talk but so far, she only talked when the whole group was present.

Clearly, she was ignoring him ever since that day. And frankly, they didn't exactly have the time to think or talk about it. He wanted to though. It made him feel something that he didn't ever feel before. No, not even after arguing with Annabeth so much.

As a matter of fact, not even when Annabeth is in trouble. Sure he's scared for her but this feeling was different. It only increased as time passed without Y/N talking to him.

A sense of emptiness. A sense of...longing.

Percy was sure she wouldn't be able to stay mad at him for long but this time she was really pissed. Enough to make her look at him as less as possible. It felt like she didn't want to see his face.

Almost like she's on this mission solely for her sense of duty towards Annabeth. Not because they're friends.

Not for him.

"Wait," Thalia said. She started rifling through her backpack. "There is somebody in San Francisco who can help us. I've got the address here somewhere."

"Who?" Percy asked, snapping out of his thoughts.

Y/N furrowed her brows hearing him. How did he not know this? They've been in a relationship for almost two years and he didn't know this?

Even she knew about it. In fact, it was unnatural for him to not know about it. Surely Annabeth must've mentioned her boyfriend. Something was wrong in their relationship. Earlier Grover escaped from the conversation so there was no one who could tell her about it. But, well.

It's none of her business. Not anymore.

Thalia pulled out a crumpled piece of notebook paper and held it up. "Professor Chase. Annabeth's dad."

next: chapter fourteen >

book three: the titan’s curse

percy jackson x reader series

MASTERLIST

Tags: @the-natureofme @sly-prince @kookiedesi @instabull @jumpingtrainsandflyingskies @idk-bye-no @your-typical-giggle @fjschl​ @imuziawi​ @iamparou​ @marshmallow12435​

[incorrect-wandavision-quotes]

Visiting the Hoover Dam

Vision: Let's find the dam snack bar. We should eat while we can.

Agnes: [cracking a smile] The dam snack bar?

Vision: Yes. What's funny?

Agnes: Nothing. I could use some dam french fries.

Wanda: And I need to use the dam restroom."

Woo, Darcy and Monica: [cackling]

Vision: I don't understand.

Agnes: I want to use the dam water fountain.

Wanda: And... I want to buy a dam t-shirt.

[englishish17]

“Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can." Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?" Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?" "Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries." Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom." ... I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at me. "I do not understand." "I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said. "And..." Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam t-shirt.”

[slutsofren]

Danger Days Chapter 1: Summertime

Summary:  You think you've settled in pretty well to Jackson, your best friend Maria was leading the community with her husband Tommy. Things were going rather fine until a turbine went south. While at the power plant, you came across two visitors. Joel needs his brother to complete a mission but you stepped in, dredging up your past with FEDRA, with the Fireflies. Shit can't hit the fan twice right?

Word Count: 1,399

Read on AO3 here

Warnings: none, just a bit of backstory

Notes: this is a Joel x Reader/OFC multi-chap series, absolutely no use of y/n or other descriptors as long as I can try. Reader is about 30-35 in this timeline.

You put on the worn-in boots, trying to ignore the phantom pains shooting in your left hand. The skin around the nub where your pinky used to be was swollen and throbbing. It frustrated the hell out of you. After all these years, memories and ghosts haunted you whenever the nerves flared up in your palm. Doing your best to ignore it, you laced up the last shoe and grabbed your black sherpa denim jacket, tossing it over your shoulders to keep the late summer chill away.

“Oh shit,” you whispered to yourself as you took a step outside your home, immediately being blasted by the cold.

Tonight was one of the weekly adult get-togethers at Seth’s, something most of the Jackson residents looked forward to. Usually, you’d never bother with attending but your best friend and her husband managed to convince you to come out and relax for once. Admittedly, it was rare for you to have a night off since you often volunteered to walk the perimeter of the safe zone, keeping an eye out for any activity.

Your feet shuffled along until you came to the bar, the music wafting through the air and you made your way inside.

The pub was lively tonight, you could spot a few couples having a blast dancing to the music playing from the jukebox. It seemed like tonight the adults were throwing it back and reminiscing with some old 1980s music. You called over the man himself, Seth, and he grabbed you a beer.

Thank the stars the greenhouse had a steady growth of hops, you couldn’t imagine trying to do any of this sober. You leaned against an unoccupied area of the bar table, idly watching as people danced and sipped at the bottle.

After doing this little routine, the drink was getting a little warm from the heat of your palm but that was alright, you were living in the moment. Your best friend and her husband always told you to let your hair down every once in a while, so to speak. It was near impossible to always be on edge, waiting for the next fight. For half your life this is how it’s been, it’s hard to shake off that feeling even after a couple years of relative safety.

You looked up from your drink, your eyes finding the couple on your mind. You sat watching as Maria and Tommy were in the dead center of the dance floor looking at each other like there was not a damn worry in the world. It was something you envied of the woman, if you could admit it to yourself. Not everybody finds love and some semblance of peace in the goddamn apocalypse. Good for her, good for them .

Gustavo, an elderly Hispanic man, walked up and stood next to you. “Mija, why don’t you go dancing? You’re too pretty to be standing here alone,” he says, his subtle accent eliciting a soft smile from you.

“Because you know I’d sooner bite their heads off if they tried, tio.” Gustavo wasn’t related to you but you loved the blacksmith like family, so much that you called him your uncle.

The elder man gave a hearty laugh, his calloused hand gave your cheek a small pat. “I want to see you dance with somebody before I die,” he says as he turns to leave.

You give him an incredulous look, “Don’t keel over too soon, tio, or I’ll bring you back myself and make you wait even longer!”

His laughter still rings in your ears long after he walks away. Your eyes steal a few more glances at the dancefloor as you turn around and abandon you nearly empty glass of beer on the countertop and resume watching how everybody sang along and moving ungraciously together. Feeling alive, living in the moment. Carpe diem or some shit , you think.

It doesn’t take much for Maria’s perpetual scowl to mark across her face, that woman was always pissed off about something. So, when the power went out in the pub, you could only imagine the blonde woman immediately furrowing her brows, grumbling something explicit wanting to find out what cut her date night short. Being the leader of the community rarely had nights off.

The crowd inside Seth’s was slightly alarmed, power hardly ever went out in Jackson. It usually signalled the worse. You gently shoved your way to where you last saw Tommy and Maria and found her leather clad arm, “Think it’s bandits?”

“I hope not,” came from Tommy to your right, his voice low and weary.

“Alright everybody, go home. We will figure out what’s going on and we will all be back to our normal routines. Got it?” Maria’s voice was short and authoritative, something you sure scared the shit out of some of the younger kids.

Slowly, the patrons all filed out, using whatever the moon illuminated as their only guide to getting outside safely. You could hear a few curses and muttering every time it sounded like somebody walked into a stool or table, it was kind of funny.

Tommy was the first to pipe up, “Let’s head to the fence, make sure everybody is okay.”

The three of you filed out and headed straight for the perimeter, there were no sounds of shouting or gunshots which was good to note. The closer each of you got to the fence, the eerie silence met with you.

“The electric fence is down,” Maria grumbled.

You looked at her, “Think the power plant is out?”

“Probably,” she sighs, “We can leave at first light.”

After you leave them, you head straight for your home as they continued to circle the perimeter and talk with whoever was on guard duty tonight.Your home was a walk away, further out from the other homes. It’s not much outside of a small studio loft but you loved it. It’s cozy and has everything you need within a couple dozen steps.

The room is dark, naturally, but you manage to walk to the little kitchenette off to the left of your room to find your solar lantern. One of the best damn discoveries you managed to find since the pandemic hit. It turned on easily, creating a dim glow around your room. You went to your desk and started to get your backpack ready for the trip to the dam. Stuffing it of some snacks, your spare knives, and some extra bullets, each a hotter commodity than the next.

It had been rainy recently so you decided to pack a couple extra jackets and flannels, making sure you had plenty of socks to go too.

By the time you finish packing your backpack for the excursion, a soft knock arrives at your door. You opened it to find Gustavo standing there, looking bright eyed. “Mija, I heard you were headed out to the dam.”

You nodded, “Wanna come in, tio?”

“Ah, no, Antonia is waiting for me,” at the mention of his wife, the lovely woman, you wonder where she was hiding at Seth’s. The two of them hardly go far without the other. “I just wanted to come by and bring you this.” Gustavo puts a semi-large wrapped gift in your hands and you take it, shifting it this way and that.

You open it, removing the ornate paper and it opens to a brown rectangular box. You slip the lid off and find an incredible hunting knife with a leather holster. “Gustavo,” you say. Your eyes wide in adoration, looking at the handcrafted knife.

His chest puffs out in pride, “Just don’t let Tovar see it, pendejo has been trying to take it.” The two of you chuckle at the expense of his young apprentice. He was a bit of a handful and full-time idiot, you admit.

Putting the knife down at the small table by your front door, you give Gustavo a warm hug and your thanks. He left shortly after that but not without giving the old man a kiss on the cheek and a promise to not hurt yourself with his gift, and another for keeping it away from Tovar.

You shut the door and turned back to your loft, standing in the dim light. Leaning against the door, you take a moment and close your eyes. Tomorrow’s excursion was going to be long.

[nevermoorcentral]

Visiting the Hoover Dam

Anah: Let's find the dam snack bar. We should eat while we can.

Mahir: [cracking a smile] The dam snack bar?

Anah: Yes. What's funny?

Mahir: Nothing. I could use some dam french fries.

Morrigan: And I need to use the dam restroom.

Arch, Francis and Thaddea: [cackling]

Anah: I don't understand.

Mahir: I want to use the dam water fountain.

Morrigan: And... I want to buy a dam t-shirt.

[thetimetraveler24]

30 Day Book Challenge

Day 17 - Favorite quote from your favorite book

Um… so like there’s a lot. And not necessarily from my favorite books.

“Behold!” Percy shouted. “The god’s chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke.”

Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan

Percy Jackson

“Oh, no! Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!” Nothing happened. “I said,” Percy repeated, “Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!”

Frank stumbled out of nowhere, making a big show of grabbing his throat. “Oh, no,” he said, like he was reading from a teleprompter. “I am turning into a crazy dolphin.”

Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan

Percy Jackson and Frank Zhang

The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

The Last Olympian, Rick Riordan

Percy Jackson

“One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”

Clockwork Angel, Cassandra Clare

Tessa Gray

“Being different isn’t a bad thing. It means you’re brave enough to be yourself.”

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K. Rowling

Luna Lovegood

“We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”

“As long as we’re together.”

Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase

“Promise me one thing. Whatever happens, when you get back to Olympus, when you’re a god again, remember. Remember what it’s like to be human.”

The Burning Maze, Rick Riordan

Jason Grace

“Let us find the dam snack bar,” Zoe said. “We should at while we can.”

Grover cracked a smile. “The dam snack bar?”

Zoe blinked. “Yes. What is funny?”

“Nothing,” Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. “I could use some dam French fries.”

Even Thalia smiled at that. “And u need to use the dam restroom.”

I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined us, while Zoe just looked at me. “I do not understand.”

“I want to use the dam water fountain,” Grover said.

“And…” Thalia tried to catch her breath. “I want to buy a dam t-shirt.”

The Titan’s Curse, Rick Riordan

Zoe Nightshade, Grover Underwood, Thalia Grace, and Percy Jackson

Not to mention, there are a TON of amazing book/reading quotes in TID that I didn’t include but I love regardless.

[itsmeevie01]

Bio!Dad Bruce Month Day 8- Driving!

Marinette smiled at her brother as he helped her unload her bags from the car. When he had called and asked if she wanted to come visit for a month, the fifteen-year-old had jumped at the chance to get out of Paris. When she had landed, the first thing she had done was take a deep breath and started to process everything that had happened over the school year. At the sound of Tim scrambling down to give her a hug, Marinette brought herself back to the present. The taller teen caught her up in a hug and she clung to him and giggled. When he put her down, Marinette turned at towards the sound of measured steps nearing the group. The boy approaching her scowled and crossed his arms. Marinette shook her head fondly at him and waved. 

She knew that Damien wasn’t her biggest fan, but she still tried her hardest to get along with the youngest in the family. While she had been greeting Damien, Cass had made her way over, and moved Tim out of the way. Once the girls had reunited, Marinette made to pick up her bags, only to have three sets of hands reach to stop her. With a huff, the noirette set her gaze on her younger brother. “Well, Damian, shall we?” the boy looked her over with sharp green eyes and nodded.

” Yes, sister, we shall.” The duo made their way up the drive to the manor, where Alfred was standing and watching them with a fond smile.

As they made their way closer, Marinette studied the butler. When she had, once, asked how long her had been taking care of the family, the man had smiled at her and simply said “A very long time now, Miss Marinette.” No matter who she asked, that was the clearest answer she could get.

Dick, Cass, and Tim soon followed, each carrying a bag. While Marinette had insisted that she didn’t need the extra bags, Dick had insisted that she pack an absurd amount of clothing. He had promised the extra bags would be paid for, and that was that. Marinette was not pleased, to say the least, but had reluctantly agree to her brother’s wishes.

At dinner that evening, Marinette was surprised to be greeted by Jason plopping down across form her. When she cast an uncertain glance at the chair that belonged to Bruce, Jason smirked. “B had to leave the country for something and took Duke with him. Suddenly, I had an open invitation to the manor again.” At her unimpressed response the young adult grinned. “I can’t wait to raise hell while mi here.” At Jason’s proclamation, Dick cleared his throat.

“actually, you won’t be raising hell, because none of us are going to be here.” At the looks of shock that were flooding the table, Dick smirked. “The reason we are all here is…DRUM ROLL PLEASE” Tim rolled his eyes but obliged the oldest, “we are going on a family vacation!” Damien groaned and Cass smiled.

“Dam it Dick, really?” came from Tim, while Jason shook his head in disbelief. Marinette, on the other hand blinked in confusion.

“what…what do you mean, a vacation? Is that why you had me pack an absurd amount of stuff?”

“Correct! And we are going to have so! Much! Fun!” At Dick’s excitement, Tim rolled his eyes and leaned over to whisper to Marinette

“how likely is it that someone is in the emergency room by the end of the first week?” She shook her head in response,

“that’s not even worth betting over.” Tim huffed at the ease she had used to cut off his train of thought.

“50 bucks say we are taking a plane.”

“I say were carpooling. Dick would see it as family bonding.”

“done. When your handing over the money, just remember to be thankful that we aren’t cooped up in tin cans with the rest of the hoard for weeks on end.”

“and when you hand over your money, make sure we are in the same car. I want a little bit of sanity on this trip.” The teens shook on their bet and turned to see the rest of the family looking at them, obviously wondering what exactly had taken place. Marinette flashed a smile at them, “sorry, did you need something?”

The next morning when Dick went around knocking on doors and waking up the family, only two went left unopened. When he bounded into the kitchen however, he found two pairs of blue eyes watching him from the table, coffee mugs in hand. He shook his head and moved to pour a bowl of cereal. When he turned back towards the table, he found them still looking at him. “yes?” it seemed that his question was all that was needed to prompt them.

“where are we going?” Tim started them off.

“it’s a surprise”

“when do we leave?” Marinette cut in before he had time to finish talking.

“two hours. Alfred packed everyone’s bags on the sly.”

“how long is the trip?�� Marinette again.

“a few weeks. Why? Afraid you’ll miss Gotham?”

“when is our flight?” Tim, who was asking with quite a lot of hope

“who said anything about a flight?”

“shit.” At Tim’s face, Dick looked surprised. Marinette however, looked practically gleeful.

“looks like I won that bet! Hand it over, brother.” The pain on the seventeen-year-olds face was laughable.

“but- “

“Tim! 50. Dollars.”

“he hasn’t said we are taking the cars yet!”

“its implied, you genius. Honestly, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one!” Tim halfheartedly glared at her as he handed over a crisp $50 and returned to his coffee. Before Dick could ask any more questions, Jason and Cass mad their presence know, while Damian followed a few minutes later.

When Alfred had helped Dick usher the rest of the family over to two cars, he turned to face them with a big smile. While they jostled each other, Steph climbed out of her car and hurried over, looking very pleased with herself. She paused by one of the cars and deposited her bag before joining them.

“alright, now that everyone is here, lets get started. We have two cars and will be rotating through drivers. Sorry, Damian and Net, you two are forbidden form touching the wheel. Now, I have decided on our seating arrangements already. Jason, Tim, and Ste- “

“and Little Bit. Marinette rides with us.” Dick blinked at the interruption and tried to protest only to see the other three nodding at Tim’s proclamation. He sighed.

“fine. Damian, Cass. You two will ride with me. If something comes up, we’ll rearrange. Now, today we are going to make it our goal to get closer to the middle of the country. After that, we will re-evaluate and pick a destination. Load up!”

The first four hours were fine. No, they were more than fine. Then, Jason got bored and started to play music to get on the other’s nerves. When he got banished to the back, Stephanie pounced at the chance to move up front and keep Tim company. In theory, it was a good idea. That is, until the blonde demanded that they stop every half hour for food. After the third pitstop, Tim moved her stuff in the back and kidnapped Marinette’s phone. When the others reconvened, there was a slight scuffle before they realized that Tim had made the call. Since neither of the others wanted to drive, Marinette happily settled into the passenger seat. The next three hours when by quickly. By the time Tim pulled over for gas, Jason and Steph had fallen asleep. While he took care of the car, Marinette slipped into the convince store and restocked on snacks and drinks. Tim grinned at her collection that she hauled out. “magnum bars? Really?”

“yup. Best ice cream you can find.” He snorted at her,

“maybe out here in the middle of nowhere. When we get home, remind me to take you for the good stuff.” The girl rolled her eyes and plopped back into her seat.

“let’s go, before Dick thinks we died.”

 The next morning, when they all piled back into the cars, the other car called. After a loud…conversation, they settled on working towards St. Louis, and going from there. Once the groups were well and truly on the road again, Jason started them on games. First was truth or dare. After that was never have I ever, food edition. (A/N-when my friends car trip, we play this. Instead of a shot, you eat. That’s all.) after the four had exhausted all of their tame, non-hero topics, the Gotamites started to slip some of their exploits that Marinette Was Not Supposed to Know About into the game. Once they had gotten as far as they could without revealing their secret identities as the Vigilante Bats of Gotham, they moved on to telling embarrassing stories. After lunch, where they stopped and switched drivers, Tim and Marinette got into a debate over a shared book series, while Jason and Steph played loud music and sang off key up front. After dinner, when they switched back, Jason and Steph once again fell asleep.

Two hours out from St. Louis, Tim turned to his little sister. “Hey Little Bit, how would you like to drive for a bit? I know you have your permit.” Marinette threw a glance over her shoulder and grinned at him.

“are you sure? Dad won’t ride with me when I drive. He says I’m worse than Jason.” Tim sniggered at the face she made while imitating their father.

“as long as we don’t die permanently, we should be fine. Its late enough that you should be ok to drive.” The smile she shot his way made Tim decide immediately that whatever happened during the next two hours, he would do the best he could to let her drive again.

 An hour and a half, Tim wasn’t sure if he was right to give the keys to his sister. Somehow, they had beat Dick to the hotel. As Jason and Steph yawned and stretched, the other two made their way towards their hotel for the night. When Dick pulled up 45 minutes later, they had made their way inside, and Jason and Steph had already crashed in their respective rooms. Marinette was sitting in the room she was sharing with Cass while chatting with Tim, who looked a little pale. When Dick stopped by to gather the keys for the room he was sharing with Damian, he shot his brother a worried look.

The next morning, when Dick admitted that it would probably be good to switch up the cars, Jason and Steph jumped at the chance to switch cars. In return, Cass joined the other teens. Without the presence of anyone top pretend at being an adult, the three were able to mess around. When they checked their GPS, the group realized they not only had they been speeding, but they were quite far further than they had planned for lunch. After looking up the nearest food, Tim turned to Marinette and held out the keys. When Cass realized what was going on, she sniggered. That evening, the trio beat the others by over an hour. When asked, they all shrugged and said that they were just having fun.

Two weeks later, after the siblings had returned to the manor, Tim offered to bring Marinette with him while he ran into WE to pick up some paperwork. When the girl had nodded, her brother had grinned and tossed her the keys. At Dick’s shocked splutter, Tim turned and raised an eyebrow at his brother.

“what? Little Bit knows how to drive.” Dick shook his head fervently.

“Tim no! B said that Net was Not to Touch the Keys Unless It Was an Emergency!” Tim sniggered, and Cass who had been listening to their interaction, rolled her eyes. At Dick’s offended look, she looked to Tim. He sighed.

“Dick, she drove for as much of our trip as I did. Plus, I promised her ice cream.”

 Dick Grayson’s shouting that followed the duo as they sped out of the drive could be heard echoing for miles, but neither sibling cared.

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The start of something so beautiful

"Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can."

Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"

Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?"

"Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."

Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom."

Maybe it was the fact that we were so tired and strung out emotionally, but I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at us. "I do not understand."

"I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said.

"And..." Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam T-shirt."