Percy Is Having A Demigod Dream.

Percy is having a demigod dream.

Luke: pours coffee into his cereal, tells Ethan to fuck a trash can, and goes and sulks in his room.

Percy looks into the camera like he’s on the office.

Percy, shaking fist at the sky: If you’re gonna give me weird ass dreams, at least make them useful!

Nico: Why is Frank crying?

Hazel: I stole the last of his Poptarts, told him it was you, and then when he confronted you he figured out it was me. I think he’s betrayed.

Nico: So That’s Why he quietly asked me if I knew what happened to his Poptarts?!

Hazel: Yeh and then I tried blaming it on Will and Will said no so now Frank doesn’t know who took them because I’ve named at least half the camp as the culprit.

Nico: I have never been more proud of you than in this moment.

Mr. D hears about the new twins that have come to camp while he was meeting with the Gods.

Mr. D: Well I guess I should go welcome them, or whatever.

Mr D and Chiron go to the Hermes Cabin where they see Castor and Pollux.

Mr. D, softly, to himself: Oh shit.

Chiron: What?

Mr. D, snapping: Those are mine.

The symbol of Dionysus appears above the twins heads.

Mr. D walks out, leaving the cabin and Chiron to stare at the new pair of twins.

Grover: What are you doing

Apollo: Nothing, why?

Grover, grabbing his phone: You better not be looking for Pokémon while we’re a death maze!

srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time

like where if he knows a girl doesn’t necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him

if she doesn’t want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.

she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other ppl or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact

it’s a f***ing trap

Luke: starts the second Titan War

Ethan: You’re doing amazing sweetie!

Percy, afterwards: I’m going to kill him. Not because of just the war, oh no. He’s dead.

Annabeth: What did he do?

Percy: He stole my fucking Doritos.