#ark

I'm so glad you're here," Aphrodite said. "War is coming. Bloodshed is inevitable. So there's really only one thing to do." "Uh... and that is?" Annabeth ventured. "Why, have tea and chat, obviously ↗

— Rick Riordan

#aphrodite #the-mark-of-athena #heroes

Leo drummed his fingers. “Great. I should have installed a smoke screen that makes the ship smell like a giant chicken nugget. Remind me to invent that, next time.” Hazel frowned. “What is a chicken nugget?” “Oh, man…” Leo shook his head in amazement. “That's right. You’ve missed the last, like, seventy years. Well, my apprentice, a chicken nugget—” “Doesn’t matter,” Annabeth interrupted. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#chicken #hazel-levesque #heroes-of-olympus #leo-valdez #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians

The only way to truly be safer, was to accept the dark, to walk in it with eyes wide open, to be a part of it. To keep your enemies close. ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#dark #revenge #revenge

You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta-and-haymich #peeta-mellark #winter

At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces." Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-and-peeta #peeta #peeta-mellark #words

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #insanity

You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you. ↗

— Rainbow Rowell

#eleanor-park #park #rainbow-rowell #swoon #young-adult-contemporary-romance

Yes, you make yourself useful, angel boy. Meanwhile, I’ll be in the bathroom.” William’s jet-black hair was dripping wet and plastered to his face. There was a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist, displaying muscles that rivaled Paris’s own, and a tattooed treasure map that led to his man junk. Looking at his, you could see the makings of a temper so savage anyone who miraculously survived an encounter with him would end up needing therapy. And diapers. “I’ve got to finish deep conditioning my hair.” Or maybe not so savage. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#paris

One of these days you're going to wake up," William finally said, "and I will have shaved you, Everywhere." (Paris) "Won't make a difference. Women will still want me. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#seduction

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #mac #truth #mac