Nicowasneverstraight - Nico-di-Angelo

Chiron: dam I lost my-

Annabeth: childhood friend? Aw same.

Percy: mental stability? Get in line.

Nico: will to live? Been there done that.

Leo: good self esteem? Puhlease join the club.

Jason: happiness? Hah. That ran away from me when my mom did.

Chiron: well I was going to say I lost my favourite tie, but do we need a camp therapist?

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Andrew Minyard with a septum piercing please and thank you

So you know how eventually Andrew and Neil will run out of truths to trade one day..

Pro Neil, pissed the other team is winning (and being pricks about it): Hey, Drew!

Pro Andrew, literally sitting down in the goal with his racquet, not giving a fuck: Hmm?

Neil: how many pints of salted caramel ice cream will it take for you to shut them down?

Andrew, considering: hmm.. three. And McDonald’s fries. And we’re sleeping with the weighted blanket tonight (it’s the middle of the summer).

Neil, grinning: fucking bet

The other team, the other team’s coaches, the fans, the entire city, the other team’s grandmas watching Andrew stand up and get in position:

(Fear)

aftg perfectly aligns with the lyrics of warsaw by lovejoy and you CANNOT prove me wrong because i’m not

Kevin day’s first words in this book is already iconic

nico is autistic. you agree. reblog.

Ares: At first, my half-siblings annoyed me. I hated them. But slowly but surely, I started to crave their company. Started to listen to them. Even go as so far as to do things for them. I wondered why, but now, the reason is clear. There’s even a name for it.

Hermes: Friendsh—

Ares: Stockholm syndrome.

Price who starts the 141 as a way to hunt down the worst terrorists.

Price who brings together a group of odd yet talented individuals.

Price who witnesses each of these individuals break all expectations set.

Price who finds himself falling out of the harsh leader role during downtime and more into mentor.

Price who knows each of these individuals intimately and guides them where he can.

Price who catches himself feeling something awfully funny in his chest whenever the members of the 141 start calling him “old man” or “dad” as a joke.

Price who never admits he actually cried when the 141 gave him Happy Father’s Day gifts.

Price who calls his team his “kids” has more than once called his men “son”.

Price, who brought together a group of broken individuals and made a family out of them.

Price who holds the babies of his soldiers in his arm, “Hi love, I’m your granddad” falling from his lips as he stares down at this innocent babe.

Price who does the one thing he never thought possible, dies an old man, in his bed, surrounded by the family he made, everyone alive, everyone survived.