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07
Black leaves crumble under guarded claws; bright eyes gaze benevolently.
You feel your soul warm immediately, you feel loved. You feel at home.
No.
You refuse to call this prison your home.
Those kind eyes swell with knowing pity.
She knows. But so do you.
Your rebel act will rot you from within.
Slowly.
Till only a husk remain, another toy, another trophy, left alone, left discarded.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ,
sᴏ ᴡʜʏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ?
̶W̶̶h̶̶y̶ ̶f̶̶i̶̶g̶̶h̶̶t̶ ̶M̶̶e̶̶?̶
💀 💀 💀
LMFAO
The Rings of Power ∙ 2x01 || 2x07
Why can't I find normal non ship pictures of giyuu and the komado siblings STOP GIYUU IS 21 NEZUKO IS 14 AND TANJRO IS 15 WHY CAN'T THEY JUST HAVE A SIBLING RELATIONSHIP STOP SHIPPING THEM
Ahhhhh
what if Erik’s universe is actually our reality and the whole channel is just a massive violation of covert
EheheheheHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAH
RICK, JESUS CHRIST!
IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN KANE CHRONICLES
FUUUUUUUCK
SHE EVEN CALLS HER A MORTAL CUZ SHE DOESN'T KNOW AND OMG THIS DAMN AUTHOR HAS RIPPED MY HEART OUT TOO MANY TIMES AND NOW I RUN INTO THIS BITCH JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
NOT-SO-FAVOURITE MORTALS
AHHHHHH
UPDATE:
I THINK I'M LEGITIMATELY GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF THIS AUTHOR
If one more person follows me in a bikini I’m gonna cry. I just want to write my fanfics in peace. Please!
BRUH
MY MOTHER JUST DESCRIBED THE TRY GUYS AS
The little one
The hairy one
The hot gay Asian one
Keith
THERE IS GONNA BE A FUCKING MINECRAFT MOVIE IN 2019 FUCK
Scarf au ~
I suck at this lmao 💀
Au where garmadon has a scarf that he wraps around his neck when it’s cold and before he gets banished he goes to baby Lloyd’s bed and puts the scarf around lloyd to keep him warm before fully submitting himself to darkness 🥲
And then Misako comes later to see Lloyd and the scarf wrapped around him and starts crying.
Also ,Lloyd kept that scarf his entire childhood and he always wore it until some kid tore the scarf infront of Lloyd
Good afternoon, love
Ben: sucks that my childhood was ruined by dad, at least now I’m almost an adult so I’ll be able to leave
The horror:
Im terrified HAVE MERCY
hey 👋 i’m going to buy myself a gun ^_^
if you need to be mean (be mean to me)
a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader
words: 1.5k
summary: (established relationship) you and your boyfriend are so good for each other, until you’re not—and both of you feel guilty leading up to that night (Luke Castellan x dionysus!reader)
warnings: suggestive mdni if you’re uncomfortable – nondescript mentions of sex
a/n: someones gotta take mitski away from the pjo editors for fucks sake. yes, this is based off of ‘i don’t smoke’ (audiotree live) don’t look at me.
(posted 1/30/24 thanks to my betas ellie and lari @lixzey & @mrsaluado )
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[ you come down and tell me, “i was meant for you”, baby || being with you makes the flame burn good ]
Your father once told you when you were younger that you were a divining rod for mayhem; you attract it, cause it, and in very few instances, you are the cure. It’s why your roles and responsibilities at camp hid you away from your full potential, and Luke knew you could achieve greatness if you left with him. He understood your madness more than you’ll ever know, and saw you for what you are–his cure. But he made his choice long before he recognized his devotion to you, distancing himself in order to fulfill his plans of waging war against the gods. Sweet and sultry words slip from his lips to distract you from the growing distance of his heart from yours. A distraction is what he’s always been, and he’s good at playing the part. After all, everything he’s learned about deception and acting, he’s picked up from you.
The guilt still sits heavy in his heart as he watches you walk around your bedroom the night before he leaves. Luke’s wondered if there’s any way he can convince you to come with him, but he knows your heart is softer than his, more forgiving. He thinks his damnation is past forgiveness anyway.
You trod over to meet him on your bed, hands full of moisturizer as you climb onto his lap and you look so willing and pliant to whatever he’ll say next. Luke knows you’ve been extra gentle with him lately, and it makes him sigh. This would be easier if you hated each other. But that’s the farthest thing from the truth.
Soft hands rub the moisturizer into his skin, delicately caressing his scar, and when he opens his eyes again, you’re smiling and looking how he wants to remember you. His lovely girl, who holds his rage like someone should’ve held his 9-year-old self running away from home. His hands settle around your hips, holding onto you until he can’t anymore and Luke wonders if there was any prophecy out there that could’ve told him that he’d always be running home to you. He just has to take the long way home this time.
By morning, you might not look at him with this much love, and he’s not even sure you’ll forgive him, so he pulls you into a kiss so deep that even Kronos’s attacks on his mind can’t pull him away.
“Mmmm,” you moan, gasping for air as he continues the assault down your neck, marking you with his lips so you have something to remember him by, “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you, angelface?” If only you knew.
“Can’t help it baby, you’ve got a face I’d go to war for,” he mutters, pressing another kiss to your lips, “and a heart I’d die for.” He’s smiling into your cheek, but his expression falters for a moment when you look into his golden-flecked eyes.
Maybe you know more than you let on, awareness cognizant in your features. The jig is up, and he’s ready for you to call him out on it—but a half smile falls upon your face instead, and for some reason, this feels like the inevitable goodbye. There was never much you two could hide from each other after all.
“I know it’s been hard lately, Luke. But let me take your pain away. Please,” and it sounds almost like you’re begging.
The both of you are a little guilty tonight, hearts heavy and conscious of what this means for the both of you, hoping that your actions will suffice as the coercion, the explanation, the apology— instead of the unspoken truth that will come to light when you wake.
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[ if you need to be mean, be mean to me || i can take it and put it inside of me ]
Both of you are more desperate tonight, bodies moving languidly like you have all the time in the world. It’s a conversation in itself as he ruts into you, trying to stuff you to the brim so you won’t forget what it’s like to feel him in your bones.
‘Promise you’ll remember me.’
Here, in the confines of cabin 12, you are his alone, and there are no gods or monsters that can take away the feeling of you from under his fingertips. Yours are grasping onto his arms, leaving crescent-shaped indents as you will away whatever’s eating at his brain, and through the golden glint of his irises, for a moment he looks like himself again, unburdened and soft.
‘Is there any other way?’
He’s convinced your wanton moans are his salvation, legs thrown over his shoulders, and his name in your mouth. You’re hanging onto him for dear life as he melts into you, and you wonder if you hold on any tighter, maybe this won’t have to end. But the both of you are chasing an inescapable conclusion, obstructing any thoughts or words with another tangle of your lips.
‘I don’t know how to be without you.’
Tongues clashing like swords for one last battle, and there’s no winner at the end of this one, no matter how good it feels.
“Luke, p-please!”
The scream rattles your throat and his fingers graze your pulsepoint as he moans lowly, watching your eyes roll back. It’s undetermined what you’re asking for, but the both of you bask in what comes after, him falling into your embrace as you writhe at the thought of wondering if this is the only glory you can offer him and if it’s enough to satiate his inherent need for revenge.
‘How do you expect me to forget you?’
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[ if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room || you can lean on my arm as you break my heart || just don’t leave me alone wondering where you are ]
'You could fix him.'
The thought echoes as loudly as Kronos’ orders recalibrate in his brain the edges blurred from your powers, and he stares up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling as he lets out a deep breath.
His mind is clearer than it’s been in months, and his gaze turns to see you watching him, messy hair framing your sleepy face. Your eyelids flutter slowly as you both take each other in, immortalizing this moment with both of you hoping the other will change their mind. Luke pulls your hand to his lips, kissing each of your fingertips before holding it over his heart. If there was anything else you could do to extract his madness, you’ve already exhausted all your efforts. And if there was a way to make you see his perspective, he’s run out of words to convince you. Both of you are stubborn and more like your fathers than you care to admit; what a shame that neither of you has the power to prove them wrong. The fear is the only thing keeping you both awake now. If you close your eyes, you might never see him again.
“You need to rest now, baby. Think I’m gonna stay up for a little while longer,” Luke whispers into the dim light.
“Are you gonna stay here tonight?” The words slur from your lips as you fight the weight of your eyelids, desperate for a moment longer with your lover. You hope that even as you lose consciousness you’ll still be able to finish the job for his sake.
“There’s nowhere else I’d be, trouble.”
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[ i am stronger than you give me credit for ]
As soon as he’s sure you’re asleep, he lifts your hand off his heart and sneaks out from under your covers without a sound. Pulling his clothes on and grabbing his converse, Luke makes sure there’s no trace left of him here. It’ll be easier for you when you wake up, less of his mess to pick up after. He looks around your room and admires how it’s a museum of your relationship—a liberty he was never able to have or fully share with you in cabin 11.
Surely that’s the gods’ fault too, that he’s never had anything to call his own besides you and the space you share with him wholeheartedly. His fingers hover over the photos of you two tacked to your bulletin board, and the flowers he picked from the field sitting in a vase. Luke turns to you, creeping to your sleeping figure, and tucks you in properly under the duvet, hands seamlessly making his side of the bed. He tries to ignore your outstretched hand resting on his pillow.
At the very least, Luke hopes you know that he cares for you so meticulously in this way, knowing that he’s about to lose himself as soon as he walks off the campgrounds. He hovers over the foot of your bed, inhaling the scent of berries and linen for one last time.
“It’s you and me, trouble. I love you.”
Every step he takes towards the door and down the stairs of your loft is a nail in his coffin.
Luke chooses to wage war upon the world so that when you find him again, he’ll be a better man.
A hero.
All for you.
He just hopes that he can see it through.
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“To make her happy, I would invent God if I had to.” -Marguerite Duras
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G- Gosh... it's so Di-zzying in... _- staying in the same place for a min-ute....
I SEE THOSE TAGS. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Why is hydrogen Like That. Like yes bestie you're special, you're the smallest atom an atom can be, you were the first and you are the most abundant. That's plenty. We already think you're special. You don't also need to be quirky as shit please I'm begging you stop being like that. I don't want to think too hard to figure out which way you're gonna swing and it doesn't make me appreciate you more.
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PLLELEEWAKK EPSOW PPEEAASE PELAEE PELASE UGH... EUGHUH.... PLEASE TUMBLR EEEHGH (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)
I genuinely can't even scroll this is horrendous pleek be an April fools prankpLEAASSUH EEHHHUH BLEHHSBAB
Wtf happened to my tumblr HELLO. Why has everything changed im gonna bounce off my FUCKINGWALLS
