#HAHAHAHA.

[helreginn]

pastelchosen:

“Hey, if anyone’s gonna be the embarrassing parent, it’s gonna be me.” He snorts. “Honestly, not going to lie to you… I died a little inside just saying it. Never let me do that again.” @pastelchosen

"For the hundredth time, you are younger than me, by a lot. You're never going to fill that role, pops. " Much as it started as a joke, the name was kind of starting to stick. "Hey. I am not your mother. Your embarrassing actions are entirely your own."

[micoz-field-of-dreamz]

need me a prince or a princess to come save me from the chains. and then we MAKE OUT LIKE IN THE MOVIES

[navelgazed]

We cannot have nice things here

[caelumhasabat]

@lone-moondrinker

Ammonite Footwear by Zhen Wang

[isacksteban]

TWELVE CHEM ASSIGNMENTS LEFT

[eikotheblue]

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[kenchann]

dumb lil yuu doodles 🍊

[charliedzilla]

There is a huge hole in the market for sexy videos of nerds doing your taxes apparently.

[pignk]

[isolophilian]

something about Hephaestus saying "you're a good kid, Annabeth" really stands out to me. he didn't point out the very obvious about her, like her intellect and interest in his creations, or her hubris in thinking she could dismantle the chair. he said that she's a good kid. because Hephaestus was mistreated by the gods. because Annabeth was shunned by Athena. because he believes that gods shouldn't treat their own children like that and he wants to be better. because he knows how much it means to a little girl who's fought for approval from her own mother her whole life, whose father neglected her. because he wants to break the cycle. don't touch me

[hotvampireadjacent]

[floweroflaurelin]

I’ve seen people drawing life series members in the Arcane art style and I wanted to give it a shot, so here’s Jizzie! It was a really fun exercise—who should I do next?

[xiewho]

i WILL take any excuse i have to draw the abernant sisters Btw

[plagalkey]

triple threat

[catcze]

Reunion with Sylus after you remember your past life together. The way that Sylus would be so bewildered at first, not knowing (or perhaps not daring to hope) why you’re suddenly marching into his room like you’re on a mission, why you’re grabbing his face frantically, eyes wide and glossy with unshed tears.

He doesn’t know why you’re suddenly kissing him like you’re dying, like you’ve missed him when you only just saw him that morning. Doesn’t know why your hands are shaking where they’re buried in his hair, or why you seem caught between laughing and sobbing with your lips pressed against his. He doesn’t know why— not until you force yourself to part from his lips, glossy with your spit and reddened from your kiss.

“My dragon,” you murmur softly, words cracking with desperation. Your lip brush against his own, voice reverent and filled with longing and heartbreak and sorrow and a bottomless love. His breath catches in his chest, eyes widening in disbelief, in hips. You press a kiss to his forehead, and Sylus’ eyes flutter shut and a shuddering breath leaves him, heart racing in his chest, because you finally, finally remember.