#luke-rights

[suguwu]

childe + cerulean 💙

hello hello! have a wee bit of a selkie au!

there's a human on the shore.

he must not speak oceansong, because the icy waves have gone slate-dark, like the deeper parts of the sea, and the sound they make against the shore sings danger, danger, danger.

you watch him pick his way across the rocks, just out of reach of the ocean spray. he's quick. nimble. he moves like a current, like an endless flow of water, and despite yourself, you swim closer to shore.

you've only gone a few yards when he pauses. he looks out to the sea, his auburn hair caught in the breeze, and you go still.

he's looking right at you.

you've never seen a human with eyes like his. they're flat, shark-like, and he stares out into the sea like he's scented blood.

you can't bring yourself to duck below the surface. he's too haunting, his lean body coiled tight, like his skin is too small for him.

besides, he shouldn't be able to see you; you're still too far from shore. but something about the way he gazes out into the sea, his lips curling into a little taunt of a smile, makes you wonder.

he stares for a few minutes more. and then he makes a little noise—a hum, you think, almost lost beneath the ocean waves—and continues on his way.

you follow.

he's picked up several starconches when he turns back to the sea. it's grown wild now, the promise of a storm, and he whistles as he jumps back from a grasping wave. he looks out towards you once more, and his grin is razor-sharp, like the honed edge of a shell.

"hi there," he says, and his tone is playful, but you know what a predator sounds like. you flinch back, stirring the sea around you, and those cerulean eyes of his sharpen into something hungry.

you dive. let the sea welcome you home, cover you in her protective grasp.

you should know better.

but you return to the same stretch of shore the next day.

so does he.

[dearestgentlereaders]

and he wonders why his wife would question whether he was ever punished as a child as if he isn’t the most dramatic bitch around

[stealingpotatoes]

do you think luke and leia know who’s older??? like what if “the force told him” or something

I don't think Luke is bothered about who's older, but Leia...

(commission info // tip jar!)

[sashketter]

Star Wars finally using the twin trope to its fullest advantage: mistaken identity, one good one evil, full-bodied telepathy, one impersonating the other, and having the same actor play both.

[brightgoldenstar]

Reference:

[ohtendril]

Pen and Colin being smitten in front of the whole congregation

[thatonekimgirl]

straight from the tortured poets department

[cris-doing-cris-things]

Some sketch portrait studies I did some time ago

Decided they were decent enough not to delete immediately after finishing

[renaissanceousia]

luke castellan i won't be rooting for you but i won't be hating you either

[in-kyblogs]

The boy? The fascinating boy? Oh, he is fine.

[murasaki-cha]

Luke: *gets revealed as the lightning thief*

Percy: Pookie, this isn't you!

[mydairpercabeth]

One thing I’m really looking forward to seeing is how they convince Percy not to join Luke. Up until the end of episode 4, Percy doesn’t have any faith in his dad or the other gods. He resents them all for abandoning their kids and doesn’t like their excuses. He is disgusted by how Athena treats Annabeth. He detests the whole claiming system and that the gods can just choose to claim them if they feel like it. And he is also being actively targeted by Zeus. What will be the turning point for him to not join Luke?

[puckinghischier]

wait i’m crying imagine helping luke with his curl routine and you being the only person he trusts to touch his hair

“luke, hold still,” you tell him, massaging the diffuser around his head.

“it tickles. and it’s really warm,” he argues, twitching again, causing you to huff in frustration.

luke’s currently crouched down in front of you in his en-suite bathroom, sitting not so still while you try to do his newly implemented curl routine.

“honeybee, my knees hurt, we gotta take a break,” he pleads, bouncing slightly.

you turn off the hair dryer and let him stretch his legs to his full height.

“you know, if you’d let me make you an appointment at a salon we wouldn’t be in this predicament,” you tell him, looking up at his lop-sided curls.

a few weeks ago you convinced luke to start a curl care routine, knowing his hair was in desperate need of some TLC. when you first started dating, you saw the 3in1 bottle sitting in his otherwise empty shower and immediately dragged him to the nearest salon supply store to get a curl specific shampoo and conditioner set.

once he finally agreed to start a whole routine (with your help, of course) you picked out several creams and gels to lather into his hair after every shower.

so your new pre-bedtime routine, three nights out of the week, is making sure his hair is hydrated and taken care of. when you suggested letting a professional do a generalized curl care appointment to get him started, luke refused, arguing that you could do it just as good as any salon can.

“i told you, i don’t want them touching my hair,” he reiterates to you, giving the same response every time you suggest it to him.

“luke, they’re literally professionals. they know tricks that i don’t. maybe they could even do something to your hair that lasts for a few weeks, so we wouldn’t have to do this several nights a week. plus, it would help when you’re on the road,” you try to persuade him, reaching up and ruffling his curls around with both hands, trying to keep it from drying unevenly.

the first time he was on the road and it was a hair night, you tried to call him and walk him through it, but he claimed his hair didn’t turn out as soft and shiny as when you do it.

the next time, you had jack come and watch how you did it one night, having him step in to help luke since they typically room together, but he said jack didn’t do it right and he came out looking like he had a clown afro the next day.

“i don’t care. it’s just hair, it can wait until i’m back home,” he grabs your hands, pulling them from his hair and placing them on his shoulders.

you scoff in offense, swatting at his chest. “it is not just hair. it’s one of my favorite features of yours!”

“still doesn’t mean i’m going to let some stranger at a salon get all touchy with it,” he shrugs.

you roll your eyes at his stubbornness, not knowing why it’s such a big deal.

“if you don’t want to spend the money on it, i’ll literally pay for it. i just think it’d do some good, i don’t know why you’re so against it,” you offer.

luke shakes his head no, reaching up to move a stray piece of your own hair out of your face. “s’not the money,” he assures you. “it won’t feel as good as when you do it. love the feeling of your fingers all in my hair. s’comforting,” he says so casually, not even aware that his words caused butterflies to erupt in your belly.

you feel your face flush, biting your lip to hide the smile trying to break out on your face.

“well i’m not saying i’ll stop doing it. i’m just saying that maybe a trip to a salon once a month might prevent more bad hair days on the road,” you try to compromise, not wanting him to know how much his words affected you. you didn’t want to give him more reasons to refuse the idea.

“and i’m just saying, i don’t want anyone but you touching my hair,” he leans down to press his forehead against yours, locking his wide eyes onto yours dramatically.

before you can get a reply out of your mouth, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, taking your hands off of his shoulders and bringing them up to your hair, emphasizing his point.

you toy with the flat curls, forgetting what you were meant to be doing until your fingers came into contact with a wet patch.

pulling back from the kiss abruptly, luke lets out a frustrated whine while chasing your lips with his.

“we have to finish drying your hair! if i don’t finish it soon it’s gonna dry all flat on one side because we didn’t diffuse it properly,” you pull back from him completely, grabbing the abandoned hair dryer on the counter.

luke groans, stomping over to stand in front of you, crouching back into his earlier position.

“just hurry. if we do this too much longer i’m going to have to tell my coach i can’t skate because i have stiff knees from my girlfriend’s curl routine she makes me do,” he crosses his arm and pouts like a child.

“keep up the whining and i’ll make jack do it next time,” you threaten, turning the hairdryer on and continuing the task at hand.

luke’s body tenses. “i swear to god if you bring jack over here to do my hair again i’m shaving it off.”

“you wouldn’t,” you gasp at him, not believing he just said such a thing.

“try me,” he responds, smirking at you through the large mirror.

[body-of-crisis]

Ships in the night

[sophsun1]

Interview With The Vampire – 2.05: Don't Be Afraid, Just Start the Tape

[thatonekimgirl]

Bridgerton men: they love to sniff their women.