#nicknames

Annabeth: Hey, Seaweed Brain. Percy: Will you stop calling me that? Annabeth: You know you love it. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#nicknames #sobriquet #love

You. O Positive. How many exits?" "What?...Oh shit, did you just call me by my bloodtype? ↗

— Rachel Caine

#sobriquet #dance

Hey Baby. Baby? You're kidding me, right? I was trying it out. No? No. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#nicknames #sobriquet #kids

Nicknames are baseball, names like Zeke and Pie and Kiki and Home Run and Cracker and Dizzy and Dazzy. ↗

— Ernie Harwell

#cracker #dizzy #home #home run #like

I always was fascinated by neat nicknames. ↗

— Steve Sabol

#fascinated #i #i always #neat #nicknames

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding," “Why are they all high-calorie foods? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #couple #cute #love #nicknames

...you definitely are deep water Dr. Fisher. Fathoms deep. ↗

— J.M. Richards

#davin #nicknames #romantic #tall-dark-streak-of-lightning #romantic

I mean, we’re talking about chocolate, for chrissake! Chocolate’s wonderful! Everyone loves it! Look at me, I’m part German! That makes me a kraut! Do you know what kraut is? It’s sauerkraut, men! Which means pickled cabbage! And no one likes that! And I’m okay with it! You can call me Kraut, for all that I care! I don’t give a god damn! Do you read me, men? Do you? ~ Roman Meister, manager of the San Carlos Coyotes, to three black ballplayers whom he has, cleverly he thinks, nicknamed "Dark Chocolate," "Milk Chocolate," and "Bitter Chocolate." From The Mighty Roman. ↗

— Jon Sindell

#nicknames #race-relations #love

It’s funny, Matt, everyone thinks Roman’s a nickname--but it’s not, it's just my name. We've got military names way back in our clan. I've got Great-Granddad Grant and Great Uncle Sherman and Uncle MacArthur and Cousin Audie and Cousin Achilles. No," he mused, "Roman's not a nickname. A nickname would be–oh, I don’t know, something like ... Caesar or something! The mighty Roman! ~ Roman Meister, nickname-loving manager of the San Carlos Coyotes in The Mighty Roman, broadly hinting for a nickname of his own. ↗

— Jon Sindell

#nicknames #funny

Sooo, I'm tired of people thinking I'm a freak. I know you can't relate to that but -" "Get over it already, will ya?" Candace stood. "You're not Smellody anymore. You're pretty. You can get hot guys now. Tanned ones with good vision. Not geeky hose jousters." She shut the window. "Don't you ever want to use your lips as something other than veneer protectors?" Melody felt a familiar pinch behind her eyes. Her throat dried. Her eyes burned. And then they came. Like salty little paratroopers, tears descended en masse. She hated Candace thought she had never made out with a boy. But how could she convince a seventeen-year-old with more dates than a fruitcake that Randy the Starbucks cashier (aka Scarbucks, because of his acne scars) was a great kisser? She couldn't. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#dating #frustration #hurt-feelings #loser #nicknames