#ken

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

[Alcohol] not only replaces positive actions which would address the root causes of our despondency – it prevents them, as more energy becomes focused on achieving and recovering from the drunken state. ↗

— CrimethInc.

#alcohol #drunkenness #anarchy

One more drink and I'll be under the host. ↗

— Mae West

#drinking #drunkenness #drinking

The articles were extremely eye-opening. Not just in Teen Vogue but in Seventeen and CosmoGirl as well. They were all about being yourself, staying natural, loving your body as is, and going green! The messages were the exact opposite of Vik and Viv's. Hmmmmm. Frankie turned to face the full-length mirror that was up against the yellow wardrobe. She opened her robe and examined her body. Fit, muscular, and exquisitely proportioned, she agreed with the magazines. So what if her skin was mint? Or her limbs were attached with seams? According to the magazines, which were - no offense! - way more in touch with the times than her parents were, she was suppose to love her body just the way it was. And she did! Therefor if the normies read magazines (which obviously they did, because they were in them), then they would love her, too. Natural was in. Besides she was Daddy's perfect little girl. And who didn't love perfect? ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#confidence #fashion #frankenstein #magazines #mirrors

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!... ↗

— Charles Dickens

#great-expectations #melancholy

Yes, madam, I am drunk. But in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
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— Winston Churchill

#drunkenness #retort #classics

You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#broken-promise #trust #betrayal

…some bits of Dickens-books with which latter I am long familiar and long enamored for the restful falseness of their sentiment and the pungent appetizing charm of their villains. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#biography

But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked. "See you at the fireworks?" She didn't even wait for my answer before darting off into the woods. I looked at Beckendorf. "Did she just...ask me out?" He shrugged, completely disgusted. "Who knows with girls? Give me a haywire dragon, any day." So we sat together and waited while the girls won the game. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#capture-the-flag #charles-beckendorf #fireworks #percy-jackson #silena-beauregard

I come from a long line of body snatchers, probably the top-notch body snatchers in America. No make that the world. Some people might think it's gross digging up bones or corpses, but who asked them? It's no big deal, but then I've been doing it since I got out of diapers. ↗

— Minda Webber

#frankenstein #ghouls #grave-robbers #monsters #vampires