“Do you think they will let us take a hot glue gun into the con?”
*is constantly feeling horns to make sure that one bit stayed on*
“I can’t get this grey paint off my phone”
“Is this bag making my paint rub off?”
“Shit shit shit I’m not supposed to eat with my fangs in”
*hits someone while bending down to get somesthing* “Oh shit sorry I forgot about the horns”
“We’ve been here so long I forgot that I was grey”
“I think I lost a fake nail in my food”
“Is my paint completely sealed?” “Fuck, how do I eat with this lipstick and paint on my face?” “Hey Dave cosplayer, hold still, I need to check my paint in your shades” “*takes shower* ITS RAINING GRAY, HALLELUA!” “*stares longingly at the pool in the hotel but can’t get any where near it*” “I would hug you but I don’t want to get paint on you” “Don’t get your gray on my gray they are two different shades of gray!” “Someone please guide me through the con I can’t see with these shades on inside”
I like how the times Trafalgar Law’s met Luffy in the past, it was when Luffy was in either A. Total fight mode (Sabaody Archipelago), B. Passed out after fighting in the War of the Best, or C. Going insane from grief over losing Ace.
And when he finally sees who Luffy really is in his natural self
There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.
I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele
DONT ASK ME THIS, THIS IS HOW THE TROJAN WAR STARTED, I DONT WANT THIS MAN
Right away, Aphrodite popped into my head.
And then I’m just like, “DAMMIT, DID YOU LEARN NOTHING FROM PARIS? YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT, AND NOW ALL THE TROJANS ARE DEAD. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY.”
If you are ever actually in this situation, pro-tip: name Persephone. Half the goddesses will be too surprised to smite you immediately and while Hades won’t do you any favors he may at least high-five you while your on your way down.
Another tip: name Mesperyian. Not only will you shock everyone, including her (since Aphrodite was a jealous ho who burnt half her face off), but you’ll win Hades’ favour. As his most beloved daughter, anything that praises her will make you a kind human to her, an okay human to him, and a genuinely good person to anyone else.
I heartily endorse this alternative answer.
I love how all of this advice leads to “please Hades at all costs.”
Because Why Not? 