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a whole zoo of them

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"I thought you were good at this, cutie. Better catch the right fish this time"

Puffayel

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my 10 favorite memory illustrations: rafayel 🐠

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365 days with u 💕

★ bsky | ko-fi | ig | prints ★

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👁👁

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if you are a game designer and you force me to kill wolves AND you have them make sad puppy noises I'm killing you

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Ice suggesting a white woman remove the Mexican flag sticker from her car. Can they all kill themselves already

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idk why people photoshopped the crying cat meme on this pic when the unedited version is so powerful

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They're just standing there...MENACINGLY

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my kitty cat was wandering around going ‘mrrph?” so i was like “in here!” he goes “mrrph!” shoves open my bedroom door with his big round head and FLOPS on me. as in hard enough that he made a little “oof” noise when he did it. followed by a category five purring event. there’s good in this world mr frodo etc

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so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and

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THEY ARE FILMING THE SCHOOL DANCE SCENE!!

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Stupid sketches that I had to get out of my system after I finished the "A Bright Bouncing Boy" stranger mission from RDR2. I now call that mission "The time when Arthur Morgan helped Dr. Doofenshmirtz build Norm the robot at Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc."

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A Percy Jackson proposal

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thinking about how special it would feel to have percy jackson's love.

percy looks at you like you hung the very stars. like you're something he never thought he could have. he's been through so much--war, loss, prophecy. but with you, he can finally let himself dream of something soft, permanent, good. he'll tell you things he'd never tell someone else: how it felt to hold the sky. how afraid he is of losing his people. how he sometimes wakes up, crying from nightmares about everything falling apart. your touch is what anchors him, brings him back. with you, he doesn't have to be a hero. just percy.

percy's love is the quiet moments you steal with each other. it's beach dates at camp half blood. he finds you all the prettiest shells and sea glass around--he's got a special knack for that. he'll make you a bracelet out of the little treasures he finds, with clumsy knots and strings, and you'll wear it like a crown.

percy remembers the small things: how you like your ambrosia, how you get scared by loud noises, how sometimes you need a little space but still want him close by. he doesn't always get it right, but he tries. you're like his ultimate quest, his purpose. in percy, you find not only a soulmate, but a best friend. if you trip and fall, he will fall too, to make you feel less alone. he'll wake you up in the middle of the night to bake blue cupcakes together. he's always up for a race up the lava wall (he nearly always wins, he doesn't go easy) or a friendly spar. he lets you win sometimes. only when it really matters.

percy doesn't fall often. but when he does, it's a satisfying slow-burn, "this was always meant to be". you are the only ocean he could ever drown in. with you, he can dare hope for a future. a world with blue food and a tiny home by the sea, with loving laughter and morning kisses. he wants forever. but he'll take every second he can get.

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★﹐BLUE(BERRY) CUPCAKESㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ── percy jackson ₊˚⊹♡

one new messageㅤ ♡ㅤhbd to this sweet delicious angel. perseus jackson you will always be famous to me.

“they’re…they’re not blue.”

“i realize that.”

percy jackson was the childish epitome of disappointment. his sea green eyes, wide and sad, desperately asked the unspoken words of ‘do you hate me?’ at his hands was the cupcake tray of not blue cupcakes.

“i tried, percy. but the store ran out of blue food dye,” you said, tugging at his sleeve.

he shook his head. “this is a war crime. i’m witnessing treason.”

you laughed. “you’re such a drama queen.”

“for good reason!” he argued, pushing his hands into his hair and exhaling like a grandfather nearing the end of his life.

“aw, poor baby is denied his daily food dye intake,” you coo, encirling your arms around his waist and pressing your nose to his chest. “whatever will we do?”

“i hate you.”

“i love you too.”

percy pulled back, dropping his hands to your upper arms and squeezing. “sally jackson would be very disappointed in you, y’know?” by this time, he had come to accept the fact that he’d not be getting any blue cupcakes today, and had fallen back into his familiar habit of teasing you.

“oh, please.”

“yes, she would be,” percy murmured, brushing his lips against your soft jaw. “denying her precious son of blue pastries—and on his birthday, no less!” he sighed, his breath fluttering against your skin like a kiss from the wind gods themselves.

you shook your head. “okay, that’s enough whining for the day, mister,” you said promptly, hands going to your hips. “we have to finish setting up your party—and you’re still in your pyjamas.”

“what’s wrong with them?” pouting, percy looked down at his bright blue, shark pyjama pants.

another shake of your head. “nothing. just go change, yeah?”

percy stole a quick kiss from you (or maybe two or three), fingertips pressing to your shoulderblades. “yes, ma’am.”

but that’s not before he had nicked a blueberry cupcake from the tray, ripping out a large chunk and getting buttercream on the corners of his lips.

“hyprocite,” you called after him as he walked away, laughing with his mouth full of cake.

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💌 ˖ 𑣲 ⋮ seashells & tan lines! ꒱ ‧₊˚

you feel very subtle movements against your back.

one minute you’re tanning, the next percy is trying to make a portrait of seashells along your back, preventing you from actually tanning.

you turn your head to the side, resting on your upper arm. “perce?”

“sweet girl?”

“I’m trying to tan.”

“yes…” he trails off, placing a larger seashell on the small of your back. “you are.”

you giggle, trying to lift your head without moving any of percy’s shells. “they’re going to leave outlines, do you realize that?”

“sexy.”

he says that about anything relating to you. you sigh and rest your head back down, letting percy continue covering your skin in seashells.

you’re sure that by the time he’s done there’ll be tons of shell outlines covering your back, making the tanning portion of this position redundant since no actually tanning might be happening.

“look at this one! it’s blue!”

hurriedly, percy lays down beside you, stretching out his hand in front of your face to show you the shell he’s found.

“nice. I should string it on a necklace.” you sit up on your forearms, taking the shell and admiring it. “or I can add it to the necklace you already have.”

“no.” percy takes it back and places it on your ass.

you sigh and lay your head back down. “how many more shells do you have?”

“tons,” he beams.

this is going to be a while.