#i’m sorry !

[comatosebunny09]

“Sylus,” you whisper. It nearly comes out as a purr. A plea.

You’re on tippy-toe, clasping his hand with two of yours, tangling your fingers together. Pressing your warm bosom against his bicep, and he serves as your anchor in a world slowly blurring into colors, sounds, and sensations.

Sylus angles himself closer to you, offering the gentleman he’d been conversing with a curt, dismissive smile before grazing your ear with his lips.

“Everything alright?”

The abrasive, low gravel of his voice shoots straight to your core, and you pinch your thighs together to ward off the pleasant throbbing taking place between them.

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. Lids droop as the scenery beyond your boyfriend’s arm bends in and out of focus. You smoosh your cheek against his arm, trying vainly to maintain your bearings.

“I, um…I think someone put something in my drink.”

His brows lift in alarm. He snatches you closer until you stumble over his feet. Then, he drapes an arm about your shoulders, tethering you to the rigid pane of his body with fingers snuck up into your coif.

“What did you say?”

You cling to the lapels of his jacket. Brush your lips against the material, leaving a pretty, rouge smudge on it. “Yeah. It’s alright, though,” you laugh all breathy. Nuzzle into the safety his chest exudes, innocently gazing up into eyes that burn like fire. “Kinda like how it feels.”

He blinks disbelievingly at you. Works his mouth around a rebuttal. But to set his worries to rest, you discreetly guide his hand between your legs, grateful your dress hides your misdeeds from the prying eyes of the museum gala’s other guests.

Sylus sucks in a breath when he feels you, hot and pulsing and so very wet in his palm. You momentarily lock eyes, and you nod drunkenly in confirmation.

He draws you impossibly closer, your hands clasped around his biceps for support. “That bad?” he queries on a rasp, making you feel weaker.

You shudder with a pathetic whimper escaping your lips when he cups your muff, your legs threatening to give way if not for his arm around your waist keeping you upright.

“That bad.”

“Do we need to leave?” he asks, voice strained with barely concealed desire. He idly sways your bodies to the soft, ambient jazz music being played by the band. Reluctantly, he retracts his hand from the milky mess between your thighs, instead perching it on your waist.

You chuckle, still trying to catch your breath. “Probably.”

[banding-those-brothers]

It’s the same picture.

[maladaptivewriting]

toxic james potter is the only james potter i want

[nrdmssgs]

“It was free to use”

No, babe. I’m an ancient ass, ok? I worked in a blogger agency, I know how social networks function. You know why you left hashtags with actors? Because their names help you go viral. And the name of the author of the art, you stole, won’t work the same.

And the worst part is that you are aware, that you did a bad thing. You’re telling me “I won’t get cancelled”. I don’t want you to get cancelled. If anything - I would be sincerely applauding if you get more famous than Sam Roukin himself! I want you to learn to stop stealing. Using an artwork you found on Pinterest without crediting the author IS THEFT. This author could have gained new audience, maybe got new commissions. But they won’t. Because you deliberately chose to do the bad thing.

[strangeoffputtingrat]

how many jeans would jean’s jeans have if jean’s jeans could have jeans?

[amali1307]

hi hello good morning i made roshurei nasty dog meme. please hear me out

[the-iron-lion]

Solavellans finding out more before Veilguard

Solavellans playing Veilguard (probably)

[pisscentral]

uh oh

UH OH

[messylustt]

the hottest thing a man can do is tilt his head and say ‘yeah?’ —like no need to be a slut, calm down.

[lord-vermin]

I made some god awful tramp stamps, I apologise in advance and hope you can forgive me

[justaz]

country bumpkin merlin not knowing anything about city life and accidentally courting arthur without knowing

merlin, watching gwen give lancelot her favor: why do you do that

gwen, heart eyes at lance and not paying that much attention to the conversation: so he knows i’m rooting for him

merlin, with an Idea: ah.

gwaine, lover of chaos, pisser offer of nobles and royals alike, ultimate wingman: merlin…you have such lonely lips. shall i introduce them to mine?

merlin, unaware of the game gwaine is playing: so you can steal my breath away? i think not, scoundrel

arthur, crushing his goblet in his hand:

merlin: arthur’s been in a bad mood recently :( i should cheer him up

merlin, remembering when arthur was put out when merlin brought morgana flowers and not him: i know just the thing

merlin, bringing a bouquet of carnations, roses, and tulips and setting them on arthur’s table while he’s eating breakfast: good morning, sire

arthur, trained on flower language in hopes that one day when he was to take a queen he could woo her easily, trying not to audibly choke on his sausage as he reads merlin’s declaration of love sitting in front of him:

arthur, who recently found out about merlin’s magic and was trying to find a way to bring it up, catching him in the act and watching merlin panic to explain himself:

merlin, Freaking: and i swear to you arthur, i have only ever used it for you. my magic is yours. my life is yours. i am yours. i would never do anything to harm you. i have protected you for years and will continue to do so at your side if you’ll have me

arthur, already believing them to be courting, desperately trying to figure out if that was a proposal for marriage or not but tired of being confused and deciding fuck it: here.

merlin, taking it: i…uh…huh?

arthur, watching merlin with hawk eyes and trying to figure out what he’s thinking and feeling: it’s my mothers sigil

merlin, confused as FUCK but is focusing on the fact that arthur is handing him something of his mother rather than a death sentence: my…my lord?

arthur, realizing how scared merlin’s must be about him finding out about his magic and trying to comfort him while also proposing, killing two birds with one stone: i will always keep you at my side, merlin, so long as we both shall live. if you’ll allow me.

merlin, almost collapsing with relief and tearing up, smiling at arthur as if he had parted the storm clouds to allow sun to shine down on them in that moment: of course…of course, arthur. always and forever.

merlin, watching the castle staff rush this way and that: wow. this banquet must be incredibly important

sir leon the long suffering, day one ride or die, one of the original merthur shippers: banquet? merlin, this is for your wedding

merlin, overworked and exhausted: my WHAT? to WHO??

leon, regretting everything he’s ever done in his life that led him to this moment: to…arthur?

merlin, over joyed but also absolutely befuddled: i’m getting married to ARTHUR?????

leon: you two have been courting for the past year or so, have you not?

merlin: i’ve been COURTING ARTHUR?????? FOR A YEAR?????????

[ghostbunny-stims]

what is that? it’s the unknown!

🪞 🍫 🎭

[cinnamontoads]

i know they’re having crazy 1999 green tinted dead end job office sex

[yooo-lets-go]

Oooh how do Ghost and Soap get together in your stories???

Smooth operator

[oenk-oenk]

[lilislegacy]

even though i don’t think percy and annabeth start having kids until their mid to late 20s, they are still probably among the first of all their friends to have kids. and their first one is probably the most loved-on little munchkin ever.

and imagine at first, seeing their little family makes other demigods want to have kids. because their friends would see how happy and carefree percy and annabeth are. in my own head, their first kid is a little boy with curly blonde hair and sea green eyes, who runs around with his rubix cube and splashes around in water. he’s got percy’s sneaky troublemaker smile and annabeth’s calculating look. he’s freaking adorable. and people would see annabeth - looking so at peace - holding him close to her chest and running her fingers through his little blonde curls. they would see him running into percy’s arms, and percy - looking happier than anyone has ever seen him - throwing the little guy up in the air and making him giggle and kissing his cheeks. and people would think wow. i can have this too.

until something happens. until the first time people see their sweet little family under attack. and here’s the thing: percy and annabeth will always make absolutely sure nothing happens to their child. no doubt that when annabeth was pregnant, they spent countless late nights planning for every possible scenario. and you’ve never seen those two truly fight until you’ve seen them fight to protect their kid. so the little guy was never actually gonna get hurt.

but he still screams his little lungs out. he cries for his daddy as percy dives into an army of monsters that all look straight out of a nightmare. he cries as his mommy holds him painfully tight against her as she runs the other way. until annabeth hands him off to a trusted friend, and tells them to take him and run, to which he screams even louder at being separated from both his parents now. and it’s at that moment that many demigods realize that parenthood is not for them.

because watching that little boy cry, hearing his screams, seeing the terror in percy and annabeth’s eyes - a terror worse than anyone has ever seen those two show - the moment they realize their son is in danger… it’s too much. it’s not something that people are willing to go through. the potential happiness is not worth the stress and the fear and the potential for unimaginable pain.

imagine percy and annabeth being the ones to show people that even the most targeted demigods can settle down and have a family. and imagine them also being the ones who make people realize that they never want to have families themselves.