The Gang Being Brother’s Part. 2
Marcus, watching Stan being absolutely insane: Is he stupid?
Barry, not even looking up from his book: Yes, but he prefers to be called Stan.
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Marcus, trying to figure something out: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small.
Barry, nodding along: I would say infinitesimally.
Stan, feeling left out: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words.
Marcus, confused: Teenily? ...Don’t you have a major in communications Stan?
Barry, also confused: He does. Did you just say-
Stan, slightly panicked: Look, as I said, we all know words, let’s just move on.
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Barry: What are you writing?
Stan: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.
Marcus, looking over Stan's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.
Barry: So we’re gonna go back to jail. Bloody brilliant, I’ll start packing now.
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Barry, exhausted after staying awake for 3 days straight: Do you think different paints have different tastes?
Stan, playing video games: They do.
Marcus, suddenly very worried about both of them: ...Stan, why did you say that with complete bloody confidence?
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Marcus, running into the garage apartment: WHY. Why did you give STAN a KNIFE?!
Barry, just sitting on the couch: I'm sorry. He said he felt unsafe.
Marcus: Now I feel unsafe!
Barry: I'm sorry.
Barry, reaching for his bag: ...Would you like a knife?
Marcus: That will not help the- STOP GIVING OUT KNIVES MATE!
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Stan, going through the kitchen cupboards: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Marcus, cooking dinner: You're a hazard to society
Barry, pulling out his phone: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
Marcus, sighing: Do not.
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Marcus, watching Stan scheme to beat Johnny in Clue: Stan, I am questioning your sanity...
Barry, raising an eyebrow: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.
Marcus, rolling his eyes: Yeah, yeah, Stan, come off it mate, you do know the lad’s only 9 right?
Stan, manically: I. Don’t. Care. He’s won every damn time and that’s not even possible!
Marcus, whispering to Barry: You told Johnny the cards, didn’t you?
Barry, grinning: And I’m gonna keep doing it til Stan breaks.
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imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.
frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.
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Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."
Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.
These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!
Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!
Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.
So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.
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