#my girls💘💘💘

[edenfire]

✨️❣️ more than anything ❣️✨️

this was originally intended for something specific, but that didn't work out, so here it is now🥰💗💞

im considering making this into a 8x10 print, what do you guys think?🤔💗💞

[severidekidd]

Have you been to the Harlo Diner? They have the best milkshakes.

CHICAGO FIRE 6.14 'Looking For a Lifeline'

[hrts4lisa]

BLACKPINK 8th Anniversary Live ♡

[hvackisser]

I'm on a mission to draw every Disney couple as lesbians because the world needs more yuri! My partner and I were watching Hercules last night, so it's the first to get hit with the yuri beam

Taglist + redraw without ref under the cut (feel free to suggest disney couples to do this to!!)

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus

@changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @sunflawyer @in-true-blue-love

@tropicalgothships @little-miss-selfships @hotrodharts @cupiidzbow @frozenhi-chews @limey-self-inserts @candyheartedchy

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[fromrory]

Home Among Flames !

POV: Fem!Reader (Daughter of Hestia) Pairing: Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader (Daughter of Hestia) Genre: Romance, humor, tension, flirting, friends to lovers, chaos, mutual pinning Word count: 1.3K~ Requested by: @simpingmyassoff Taglist🏷️: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 (if you want to be added,comment down below!) A/N: English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy! ! ! A/N 2: This is my frist time writing a daughter of hestia...,hope i did it good !!

The years at Camp Half-Blood had been, for me, a whirlwind of learning, chaos, and—above all—warmth. And I don’t just mean the flames that represented my mother Hestia’s gift. I mean something else. Something softer and cozier.

The first time I arrived, I didn’t have much more than a mattress lent to me by Chiron, a couple of blankets, and a promise that I’d find my place among the other children of the gods. I had no furniture, not even a chair to sit on. My “room” was more of an improvisation than a home. But the first thing I did was lay that mattress on the floor and place a couple of things I had collected: a few books on mythology and a couple of hand-modeled fire figurines, just something to fill the emptiness of that large space.

But as the years went by, and as I stayed longer during the summers, I started thinking I could give something more to my little room. Something beyond just a mattress and an improvised bookshelf. So, one day, after weeks of turning the idea over in my head, I decided it was time. I thought about what I could do to create a space that wasn’t just comfortable but also made me feel—somehow—at home.

After all, Hestia had always taught me that home is where the heart is, and even though Camp Half-Blood was my home, my little hideout didn’t quite feel like it yet.

It was a warm summer day, when the breeze tickled the trees and the laughter of other demigods could be heard in the distance. I was sitting on the floor, organizing some books, when I heard a familiar voice. “You have any idea what you want to do in here?” Percy said, appearing at the door with his usual grin and an olive green T-shirt. I knew he had been watching me during my search for inspiration.

I glanced at him. Of course I knew what I wanted to do. Well... kind of. I was a bit unsure. But it was Percy, and for some reason, I always felt more at ease around him. At first, I thought it was just his presence, but over time, I realized there might be something more between us. Something we couldn’t quite ignore.

“I’ve got a few ideas...” I said, smiling shyly as I stood and placed the books on a makeshift table made from empty boxes. “I want to add something more in here. Not just for me, but so it feels like... you know, a home. But I have no idea where to start.”

Percy stepped into the room, taking in every corner as if considering every option he could offer. His eyes lingered on the bare walls and the mattress still on the floor. “Yeah, this doesn’t exactly scream ‘home,’” he commented with a smile, though there was something tender in his eyes. Like he genuinely cared about what I was trying to do.

I laughed, crossing my arms. “Exactly. So... can you help me?” I asked, a bit embarrassed. I didn’t like asking for help, but with Percy, it felt different. He had always been so... approachable.

Percy, as always, didn’t hesitate for a second. “Of course!” he said, raising his hands in surrender, like it was his life’s mission to turn that room into something less... penitential. “Whatever you need, I’m in.”

We got to work. I took care of the little things—like cushions and curtains—while Percy took charge of the bigger ideas: like a new lamp, a bookshelf for my books, and, of course, something I never would’ve considered... a small controlled fire he lit in the center of the room, so it felt more like an extension of myself. Sure, his mom—the goddess of the sea—had made it clear that playing with fire indoors wasn’t the best idea, but Percy was special in every way, and he could do whatever he wanted.

“This is going to look amazing,” I said, watching as my room started to come to life. The soft firelight and the warm glow from the lamps gave it a cozy touch that made me feel more at peace. And Percy’s company... well, that made it even better.

Percy looked around, satisfied with his work, and gave me a playful nudge. “So, what now?” he asked, eyeing one of the fire figurines I had placed on the shelf. “Anything else? Because if you ask me, I think something’s still missing... maybe a couch?”

I laughed at the idea of a couch in my tiny room. “A couch? Here?” I asked, amused. “I don’t have space for a couch, but... maybe a rug. Something that makes it look cozier.”

“That sounds good,” he said, smiling broadly. But I noticed something in his eyes. Like he was... thoughtful. Like he was about to say something important. And, of course, as always, he never did. But his eyes didn’t lie.

Suddenly, I felt a little nervous—something that wasn’t common for me. I had the feeling Percy wanted to say something else, but didn’t know how. I felt it too. Every time he looked at me, I got butterflies in my stomach, and I couldn’t ignore that spark in his gaze.

“You know... I think that’s it. There’s not much else to add,” I said nervously, though I tried not to show it. I wanted the moment to be perfect.

Percy looked around my room, then turned to me. “Well, in that case, I’m glad I got to be part of creating the ‘Hestia home,’” he said with a playful smile.

I laughed softly and couldn’t help but look at him. I knew, in that moment, what I wanted most was to be close to him. We were closer than I ever imagined I’d be to anyone.

“Thank you,” I whispered, with a warm smile. “Not just for helping me decorate, but for... everything.”

Percy looked at me for a long moment, and his eyes sparkled with something I had never seen before—something beyond friendship, something beyond tension. And at last, I felt the words I had held back for so long were ready to come out.

“You and me—” he began, lowering his gaze like he was choosing his words carefully, “—you know you make me feel at home? Even when everything’s a mess.”

I stayed quiet, my heart pounding. “I feel the same way,” I replied in a whisper.

[silusvesuius]

5 angry men

since i drew the elefant here anyways i'll put some heads of young bokeem i drew too. i love him so bad he's def in my top 5 of most favorite faces of all time. he was so gewd in dead prezidents that if i had a $day OC it would just be his character in that (snitches on everyone and gets everyone thrown in the slammer but it's okay because a fire soundtrack is playing in the background)

[caramellles]

spent my day in cas <3

[idolkilling]

edging, aka what good is swearing not to make things weird and sexual—you promise!—when the vampire you used to imprison in your basement can instantly detect your arousal and sees it as a problem to solve anyway?! >__< it’s like he’s trying to make you fail at your sorry-for-kidnapping-you redemption arc and newfound attempts to be a decent and respectful best friend (that he didn’t ask for, but you’re sure you have a special bond by now! right? maybe? please?)

colour alts:

[cigsaftersuh]

our happily ever after ⋆ mrs & mr qian

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Layne and Demri sharing a kiss at the AIDS Benefit ♡

[mayflowers2002]

[hyunpic]

2023 year in review with hyunjin [it’s a wrap] 🎉

[edenfire]

🌻💛 P4 Pride Buttons 💛🌻

I'm so so excited for this set!! and I really hope you guys like it too! (I was going to wait until pride month to debut these, but I was just too excited lol plus it's great to be queer all year round!!🌈🌈🌈🌈)

> my shop <

[myokk]

bored

[girzapata6]

Been infected... With the Baby Virus. Now on traditional™

( Previous art of her here for context!! )