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22 blk any prns cabin 20 i write luke castellan fics

[cherryberry444]

masterlist! (still growing ig)

luke one shots

i like u

tryna smoke

perfect for u

luke fics

7 days of christmas

imperfect harmony

[ang9lic]

thinking about michael and his love for animals

[michaelsbm]

you make me nervous ෆ

era: off the wall

contents: nervous/shy!michael x singer!reader, a lot of fluff, flirtatious reader, michael is shitting his pants around you and ect.

w/a: hihi it’s marri, this is probably going to be a just a short drabble since there’s a lot going on lol. i hope you enjoy this one bc this is my first time writing a drabble with straight fluff heh

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1980

Michael Jackson’s album “Off the Wall” achieved global success, selling millions of copies worldwide. This newfound fame brought Michael immense popularity, particularly among women. However, Michael wasn’t particularly a ladies’ man at the time, and his inexperience in dating played a significant role in his interactions with women. When he was invited to the 7th annual American Music Awards, he wasn’t concerned about the event itself; instead, he was preoccupied with choosing a suitable date.

You were a rising star, releasing your own solo album the same year as Michael. He had seen you in certain commercials and ads, and honestly, he thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. His brothers would tease him about how his eyes would immediately be glued to the screen whenever you were on it. He admired the way you carried yourself, with a never-failing posture and an uncanny ability to know exactly what to say in interviews and other appearances. He adored you and hoped one day to meet you in person.

Since Michael didn’t have a date to the award show, someone had to get him one, and fast. Being the man he is, his father Joseph had noticed how popular you had become and arranged a meeting with your manager. He proposed that the two of you could go together to further boost your popularity in the media, essentially a win-win situation. Your manager agreed quickly, thinking this could be the greatest PR stunt ever. When you received the news, you were intrigued, almost excited. Who wouldn’t be? You had seen him in his music video “Rock with You” and thought he was really cute.

When Michael received the news, he was overjoyed. You, planning to attend the award show with him? He never imagined such an opportunity. In the days leading up to the night of the award show, he’s been meticulously planning his speech, envisioning the conversation between you two, and even considering the type of cologne he would wear and whether you’d like it.

On the night of the award show, he donned his finest tuxedo, ensuring his flawless appearance. In contrast, you arrived a tad early, your throat parched and anticipation bubbling within you as you awaited the meeting with Michael. As he opened the door, his mind momentarily halted, captivated by your even more radiant presence in person. “Hello Michael, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you greeted him with a warm smile. “Oh, um, thank you, you too,” he replied, avoiding eye contact and his palms growing warm from the initial squeeze of his fist. “Shall we go?” you suggested, stepping beside him and wrapping your arm around his. “Y-yeah, let’s go,” he mumbled, his legs almost giving out beneath him. As you hopped in the limousine, Michael’s body guard, Bill, greeted you at the door and opened the door for both of you. You settled into the seats, Michael sitting next to you but facing straight ahead, his hands trembling in his lap. The car ride to the venue was filled with an unsettling silence, as Michael was too afraid to utter a single word.

“So,” you begin, trying to initiate a conversation, “I just wanted to express my admiration for your work. In fact, I own your album.” You chuckle to yourself, feeling a bit embarrassed. Why did you say that? “You do?” he responds, surprised. He never imagined that someone as talented as you owned his work. He feels a sense of pride in himself. “Yeah, I love it. If I’m being honest, I think it’s one of the greatest albums of our generation.” “Thank you. I also think your album is amazing.” He clears his throat, fidgeting with his thumbs. You smile and gaze out the window for the rest of the ride.

You arrive at the venue, and paparazzi immediately surround the limo. “Are you ready?” you ask, facing him. “Not really. I’m pretty nervous, actually.” He looks at all the cameras, which makes his stomach churn. You hear Bill get out of the car, and that’s your cue to get ready. You grab Michael’s hand, and his breath hitches. The door opens, and you both hop out, hand in hand. You smile at the paparazzi, holding Michael close. “Y/n, Y/n, are you and Michael in a romantic relationship?” “Well, no, but I definitely say yes if he asked me out.” You wink at the paparazzi and pull Michael closer. He snickers playfully. Did you just say that? Maybe he does have a chance. After all the questions, you both rush in, and a sigh of relief escapes you both when the door finally closes behind you. “It’s so nice in here. You look handsome under this lighting.” You lick your lips at him. “Uh, t-thank you. You look pretty beautiful yourself.” Still not looking at you in the eyes. He thinks he’s blowing it, afraid that you think he’s weird. God, why is he acting like this? You’re both guided to the reserved seats, sitting side by side. You wrap your arm around his, waiting for the event to start. His breathing gets heavier. Why is he so nervous around you? He thinks he’s such a dork. His confidence deteriorates when you’re this close to him.

The event drags on for what feels like days. Michael’s name is called for a total of three awards, and each time he stands up, you are the first one to erupt in a chain of cheers. He notices this and his cheeks flush, the camera capturing his flustered expression. As the show concludes, you’re escorted to your limo, eager for the quietness of the limousine after such a long night. “Hey y/n,” he asks, tapping his leg rapidly, “did you mean what you said to the paparazzi?” he asks, regretting his words. “About me saying yes if you asked me out? Yeah, I did. You’re super handsome, talented, and a gentleman.” He gulps, feeling a mix of emotions. This is his chance. “Well, would you like to, uh, maybe get ice cream with me or something? I-I don’t know, I’m just talking. I’m sorry.” He covers his face, “I would love to get ice cream with you, Michael.” You inch closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. His body relaxes at your response, trying to contain his excitement. Bill winks at Michael through the mirror, and Michael shakes his head playfully. He’s so excited about the possibilities of your future together. He can’t stop daydreaming about it the whole way home.

[cherryberry444]

saur cute

[omarfamily-12]

Urgent appeal‼️

I lost my gofundme campaign and I'm very depressed because I was collecting money to save my father from his illness 💔 but it took a long time for me to be able to collect 25130€ to receive the money so that I can escape death with my father and leave Gaza for urgent treatment for my father 😭

But gofundme checked me several times and I gave them my ID and they contacted me and I gave them all my parameters and they told me they will add you to the waiting list until the money is deposited to you but I talked to many people and they told me gofundme is a bad company in dealing with people and they advised me to stop the campaign but after that the money was returned to those who gave me donations and I appeal to you from anyone who has had gofundme return money to send it to me via PayPal

Many people have had their money returned but not all of them will receive it in more than one payment.. To my uncle, every person who spoke to me appreciated my father’s situation and knows that my situation is very tragic and I need the kindness of every person who makes a donation even if it is small, it will help me pass my father’s life through danger and I hope that every person who saw this will share so that I can get the post to many people who know me and thank you to everyone who helped me with it

Go to paypal.me/xanadoodle and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.

To look into my father’s condition, he is sick with Sultan’s disease, a very serious illness, and he suffers from several diseases. I hope that everyone who sees my message appreciates me and helps as much as possible because I need your help 🙏🏻

Documented by @90-ghost

[mohammedwael-gaza00]

I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

Together for Mohammed in the North

My name is Mohammed, I live in a neighborhood in Shujaiyya, an area in the north of Gaza. I am 21 years old , the eldest among my siblings.

[mohammedwael-gaza01]

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #501 )✅️

[anas-fromgaza]

Family from Palestine- Gaza 🇵🇸❤️

Before you donate, please take a moment to read our story we really need u. 💔😔

This link is where you can help support our family, and reading our journey will show you exactly how your contribution can make a real difference.👇🙏

Help Anas Family Rebuild Their Home and Life

Hello, my name is Anas, and I am from Gaza.Some of you may already know me from my previous fundraiser on GoFundMe. I want to explain honest

Hello, my name is Anas, and I am from Gaza and this is Our Story from Gaza: Before and After 💔

Before the war, my family and I lived in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. Our life was simple but full of meaning. I lived with my parents, my brother, and my sister in a home filled with love and laughter.

Every morning, my father and mother would wake up early to go to work, while my sister prepared for school. We had our normal daily routines, shared meals together, celebrated birthdays, and dreamed of the future.

It wasn’t a rich life, but it was ours. We had our house, a small piece of farmland, good neighbors, and beautiful land around us that gave us a sense of peace and belonging. My mother, father, and sister were always part of this daily rhythm, making our life feel ordinary yet full of warmth and stability.

Every Thursday, our whole family would gather at my grandmother’s house laughter, stories, and meals together. That special time brought us closer and filled our hearts with joy. Now, all of that is gone.

Our home between before and after 🥺💔

The Day Everything Changed 

 During the first week of the war, the bombing forced us to leave our home. We thought it would be temporary, but then came the news that broke us: our home was completely destroyed. Flattened to the ground. Everything we worked for and saved, every memory, gone in a moment.Since then, we have been displaced multiple times from Shuja'iyya to Rimal, then Al-Zawada, and finally Rafah. Each time we carried less with us. We’ve slept on floors, in schools, and even tents. Nights are freezing, days are unbearably hot. There is no clean water, no electricity, no toilets. We wait hours just for bread. We lost not only our home but also our jobs, our stability, and our sense of safety. Right now, our only dream is to survive tomorrow.

Why I Am Asking for Your Help

I am starting this campaign to support my family because the war destroyed everything we had our home, our land, our routines, and our sense of safety. Your help will allow us to rebuild our lives step by step.

and we are raising $20,000 to help my family survive and rebuild after the war. This amount will allow us to:

1-Rebuilding our home and farmland: Our house was completely destroyed, along with our small piece of farmland. These were not just buildings or land they were the heart of our daily life, where we felt safe and connected to our surroundings. We need help to repair and rebuild a stable home and restore the land that provided us with peace and sustenance. 2-Restoring our daily life and happiness: Before the war, we had routines and small joys  working in the fields, sharing meals, celebrating birthdays, and seeing our neighbors regularly. Every Thursday, our family gathered at my grandmother’s house. Those ordinary days brought us happiness and a sense of belonging. We want to bring back some of that normal life. 3-Support for work and livelihoods: The war took away our jobs and sources of income. My parents, who used to work hard to provide for the family, can no longer earn a living safely. Donations will help us cover essential expenses and start rebuilding work opportunities so we can support ourselves again. 4-Food, clean water, and urgent health needs: Life now is a struggle for basic necessities. Your donation helps us access proper food, clean water, and medicine for urgent health needs. Your support, no matter the amount, is not just money it’s hope, dignity, and a chance for a family who lost everything to start over. Every contribution helps us recover a little of the life we loved and the memories that made it special.

As of today, April 15, 2025, the latest satellite images of our home show that it has been completely destroyed

From My Heart ❤️

To everyone who supported us before, and to anyone reading this now  thank you 🙏. I know the world is full of struggles, and I don’t take your kindness for granted.

Please, if you can, donate again through this new link or share it with others. Every bit of help means so much to me and my family. 💔🙏

Help Anas Family Rebuild Their Home and Life

Hello, my name is Anas, and I am from Gaza.Some of you may already know me from my previous fundraiser on GoFundMe. I want to explain honest

Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!

IMPORTANT: This campaign is real and verified. You can see all updates and amounts raised directly on the link.

You can check here so you can donate with confidence👉verified ✅

If you came from the tags , I want to reassure you, don’t worry, because @gaza-evacuation-funds helps me to make the post reach the largest number of people

!!!

Some of you may already know me from my previous fundraiser on GoFundMe. I want to explain honestly what happened: I closed that campaign myself because receiving the money there was very difficult. Their strict policies only allowed transfers in one currency (USD), which made it hard for many people who wanted to support us in other currencies. Some donations could not even reach us, and part of the money had to be returned to the donors.

That’s why I decided to move my campaign here to chuffed.org. This platform is much better for our situation because it allows people to donate in different currencies (USD, EUR, and more). This way, support can truly reach us without these problems.

Thanks to your support, we have collected $22,236! 🙌

We have returned $2,300, and the remaining funds from our previous campaign are approximately $20,000.

With your help, we are now focusing on achieving our next goals:

Our Goals:

Goal 1: 1,000$

Goal 2: 5,000$

Goal 3: 10,000$

Goal 4: 15,000$

Goal 5: 20,000$

Now you can donate any currency you want🙏🙏

[saja-55]

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

Help Saja Rebuild a Life After Everything Fell Apart

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

 A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

[junieperlily]

⋆˚꩜｡ college!luke castellan headcanons . . .

general hcs, sfw, and nsfw | MINORS dni, 18+, fem reader!

💌 requested | masterlist

author's note: sorry for being so inactive aaahh! i have so many requests yet so many requirements </3 anyway, thought i'd fulfill this req HAHAHA this is coming from someone who is currently in uni so LOL also i do apologize if some of these hcs seem to deviate from american college standards or whatever (terms, culture, etc.). i am not american! these are based off of my filipino college experience because, well.. that's what i know!

01 GENERAL HEADCANONS

college!luke would go to a college far away from his hometown; i think he would prefer to go to a college in a city even though he hates how busy it is 24/7. the noise becomes the calm to him.

i think he'd either be a computer science major, an international relations major, or a management major. it is genuinely just from the vibe he gives off (and also his interests/talents).

we have established as a community that luke castellan is a fratboy so of course i had to mention it again!

i don't think he'd be the type to sleep in class, but i do think he'd skip classes from time to time just because he can and he already read up on the lesson for that class, so why go?

i think he'd be into collegiate debate. we all know that canon luke literally fought for his ideals and to be heard by those who oppose him, so he would definitely thrive in debate tourneys.

aside from debate, luke is also the type to be part of student council. he has good leadership skills and manages stuff well and responsibly; i think this is just his after-school environment.

if not student council, i think he'd be the head of certain projects going on in his organizations.

luke is the type to randomly crash into his friends' dorms / condominiums during the day when he has free periods. sure, he has his frat house, but why would he pass on the opportunity to bother his dear friends?

he hates seeing student vloggers on campus. he sees a lot of them around, recording with their cameras or their phones while walking across campus or sometimes even in spaces like the library. it irks him that he can't have peace in his campus sometimes because as much as he loves attention, he'd rather not have his face recorded in the background and posted online.

frequent frat party attender!

despite that though, i believe he also frequents the campus library and coffee shops to study. he allots an ample amount of time to get his readings & assignments done before he goes off to party.

during group works, luke would always unconsciously assert himself as the group leader, trying to task with everyone and ask for updates.

he recites a lot during class; he doesn't get conscious about how many times he had risen his hand either, he just wants to yap about the topic!

has a solid friend group that have been together since freshmen year (they broke the freshmen fg curse!). i think luke likes to keep his inner circle small and tight even if he knows a lot of people.

frequently suggests to go to the beach or to an amusement park during summer breaks

02 SFW HEADCANONS

you and college!luke have actually met a lot of times on campus, but you never really fully acknowledged each other outside of normal interactions.

you saw each other in the student council room, during debate training, and were even classmates during one of your required core classes (it was math, you both struggled...)

however, you guys weren't properly linked until a frat party—his own's!

contrary to popular belief (on fratboys), luke actually eases into the relationship slowly; he doesn't force it.

he took you out on three dates before he even tried to make a proper move like holding your hand; despite it all, he really is just a loser.

he's (obviously) the one who asks you to be his girlfriend, but he phrased it as: can i be your boyfriend? because he wants to be yours oh so bad...

he had his frat brothers help him set up a picnic for the two of you!

ok dating college!luke meant receiving flowers very often. at your dorm, during your first class of the day, when you guys have date nights. it doesn't matter! he will always bring you your favorite flowers, but he always makes sure that they're a different bouquet/assortment.

he is clingy as fuck. he can't go a day without cuddling with you, or kissing your neck or lips, or holding your hand. its safe to say that luke loves having you over at the frat house and would even walk you to class the next morning. HE LOVES INTERTWINING HIS FINGERS W YOURS !!!

he loves it when you wear his hoodies (especially to class!) it makes him feel like he's with you

you guys have frequent study dates that were either a) his proposals or b) a compromise bc you need to study but he won't leave you alone

most people believe luke castellan to be nonchalant, but no he is actually just as much of a yapper. when you guys go on dates or spend your vacant periods together, luke talks nonstop about the events happening within his clubs / frat, and often complains about the work he has to do too.

of course he never forgets to ask about your day too !!! in fact, knowing about your day is one of the highlights of his own.

i mentioned he was clingy, but he also just loves kissing you and that's a separate thing. he loves kissing your face / cheeks, your fingers, your knuckles, your neck, and your shoulder (anywhere honestly! as long as its you). luke tends to do it when he's especially stressed with school work and / or touch starved because he was unable to see you as often as he usually does.

college!luke loves hugging you from behind. since you guys are in a big campus and don't expect to see each other at all times, there have multiple times where he sneaks up behind you and hugs you from the back. he doesn't let you go!

03 NSFW HEADCANONS

college!luke has a very high sex drive. with the college stress, plus his own internal issues, plus a really hot gf? yeah, he is very motivated to say the least. so, don't be surprised when you're simply lounging in your dorm, relaxing, watching an episode of your favorite show, and he suddenly barges into the room asking to cuddle with you! next think yk, your clothes are on the floor and he's right on top of you.

he's usually the dominant one, but he doesn't shy away from subbing for you, especially if you ask him to. one simple "can i be on top this time?" and he's already lying down for you.

when he's the sub, he is very, very whiny. if you stop bouncing on him and cockblock him? he's gone. he'll whine, thrash, and pout at you to let him cum. he'll even whine when you pull away from a long, hot makeout session that he did not intend to end so abruptly.

when he's the dom, he could go either rough or gentle, depending on the mood.

if he's stressed, riled up, or maybe even jealous? he'll have you in a mating press for hours on end, thrusting into you with fervor while kissing your lips until they're swollen. he'll cum in you a few times, too (only if you tell him you're on the pill though!). he'll look at your disheveled face while fucking into you, "fuck, you feel me inside you? can anyone else make you feel this good? didn't think so."

if he's feeling sensual; maybe he misses you, or he just wants to show you how much he truly loves you (or wants to worship you), he'll go slow. luke would take his time trying to make you feel special, and this is usually when he eats you out the most! that would be followed with slow yet hard thrusts filled with intent. "i love you, my pretty girl—a-ah, fuck you feel so good around me."

speaking of eating you out, college!luke is the sweetest munch ever! he isn't the biggest fan of p in v quickies, but he would never turn down eating you out for a quick 5 minutes. it could be a break in between your classes, and he'll have you sprawled on your bed, whining and mewling while he carefully eats you out. "pretty pussy... god, you taste so good, babe."

he gets hard from just eating you out too.

college!luke is a tits guy. he loves massaging your breasts when you guys are cuddling or when he's eating you out. he'd play with and pinch your nipples before sucking on them as if they'd draw milk. then he'd leave hickeys all over them. sometimes, he'd just squeeze them or hold them when you two are alone together (and ofc you let him). he does all of this while looking straight at you with his big, gorgeous, brown doe eyes like you're the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on (you are). its a way of worshipping you (at least to him). "so soft, babe..."

college!luke who loves giving and receiving hickeys. the two of you would be making out, you on top of him, straddling his lap, and he'd suddenly break away from the kiss just to start attacking your neck. he'd suck very slowly, relishing the taste and softness of your skin before he leaves the red spot, licking and kissing it. then he'll plant another, then another one, then another one...

he particularly leaves a lot of hickeys when he gets jealous. maybe he saw you talking to some guy, maybe one tried to flirt with you. doesn't matter. he'll leave angry red and purple marks all over your neck and chest, whispering "mine" after every single one.

sometimes, you're the one who gives him hickeys, and he absolutely basks in it. he'll tilt his head a lot more to give you room and would whine or groan when you sucked hard on a spot.

college!luke who adores fingering you. he usually does it when you guys are lying down, cuddling. his hand would snake its way down, and when you don't stop him, he'll continue down to massage your pussy. he'd circle your clit while he kisses your neck, then he'd dip down your folds and let two fingers enter your hole. the cute noises you make motivate him further until you eventually cum on his fingers.

he licks his fingers clean before kissing you!

college!luke who loves it when he knows you're wearing lingerie on beneath your clothes. it turns him on that he knows what's going on under there whereas nobody else does. it gets him giddy thinking that he'll be taking your clothes off later to reap his reward.

college!luke who doesn't care if you wear anything too revealing in public. he'll even show you off! just know that when you guys get home (either to your dorm or his frat house), you'll be down for a good fuck.

he loves it when you wear his clothes. they look bigger on you yet it genuinely gets him hard. same goes when your perfume stays on his clothes. just the sight (or smell) of you turns him on he is that down bad.

divider by @mieluno

[ilikeblueberryz]

⸺ luke castellan

(none of these works are mine !) — masterlist & dividers credits Disclaimer : all fanfics listed here belong to their respective authors. please check out their profiles for more amazing work! Last update : 18 Jan 2026

[ s ] smut [ a ] angst

(by @indecisivemuch)

୨୧ message in bottle ୨୧ You got a secret admirer and recruited Luke to help you find out who they are...ignoring the most obvious option

୨୧ lovesick & lovelorn ୨୧ You thought that Luke Castellan, your best friend, did not reciprocate your feelings for him. To cope, you wrote letters addressed to him and kept them in a box. What happens when one of your sisters finds it?

୨୧ title (funny) ୨୧ You are determined to steal the title of best swordsman from Luke. You proposed a spar, which led to unsuspecting confessions and an alternate proposal/offer.

୨୧ look at me ୨୧ Being oblivious to Luke’s feelings, you tried to get over him by getting a boyfriend, who just does not know how to treat you right.

୨୧ scandalous ୨୧ The reveal of a scandalous detail about yours and Luke's relationship left you both flustered and everybody else gaping.

୨୧ apples ୨୧ You tossed an apple to Luke without knowing the meaning of it in Greek Mythology

୨୧ temptation ୨୧ (by @deadlychansaw)

୨୧ what's a girl gonna do when she's in love with you? ୨୧ capture the flag was always the highlight of luke’s experience at camp half blood, but the stakes grow higher when you want to prove just how much power you hold over him (by @emiliehornby)

୨୧ no title ୨୧ (by @lafleshlumpeater)

୨୧ i grew this for you, ives ୨୧ Your secret meetup with your boyfriend, Luke, might have been interrupted by Percy Jackson. (by @thekissofaphrodite)

୨୧ about you ୨୧ (by @surftrips)

୨୧ offspring garden ୨୧ Luke and the reader are the unofficial parents of the camp, whether they like it or not. (by @kaciebello)

୨୧ girls castellan might like ୨୧ After talking to Annabeth, you try to figure out who Luke likes. And what would be the best way to do this other than a list? (by @wenigstenshabeichesversucht)

୨୧ come one, come all ୨୧ percy jackson has finally arrived at camp half-blood, so why is he so shocked to see that people have genuine relationships here? aka, the four times percy thought you were dating luke, and the one time he actually asked. (by @cobrakaisb)

୨୧ beyond the sea ୨୧ (by @cxptain-capsicle)

୨୧ sincerely, yours ୨୧ in which Luke receives love letters from a secret admirer. (by @lixzey)

[neodymiumcuilz]

the invasion of Gaza City has began, israel is turning the area into a slaughterhouse.

according to Al Jazeera, atleast 61 people have been slaughtered ( 49 of whom were in Gaza City ) within the past 24 hours.

nearly half of Gaza City's population ( 450,000 people ) have fled since israel launched its major operation in august, the south is now even more crowded, people lack the most basic necessities for life.

this occurs while famine is underway in Gaza, and four UN trucks were robbed at gunpoint yesterday. this theft has denied at least 2,700 severely and acutely malnourished children of life-saving RUTF, which would have helped with their malnutrition.

Shaima ( @shaimaa-sha ) and her family need to urgently relocate, however they have no money for transportation.

she is 32 years old & a mother of four children, and is the breadwinner for her family, since her husband Ibrahim was severely injured in his foot. he has now lost his passion for everything.

please read her story in her own words here.

and all she desires is some bread for her children, who cry because of the severe lack of food. how many hundreds have or will starve to death in Gaza before you start to care ??

Help us get out of the war crises, thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supports us ❤️🇵🇸

I am Shaima from Gaza, 32 years old, a mother of four children who have suffered from fear, displacement, and homelessness. Can you imagine?

only €4,083 has been raised, the last donation was a day ago as this post is being made.

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please, just imagine yourself surrounded by constant screams, massacres, drones, bombs, blood, destruction and martyrs. martyrs in their thousands not granted the basic dignity of even a proper burial.

martyrs don't die in vain, but nobody else deserves to become a martyr. donate so that they can have a chance at life.

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[shaimaa-sha]

We need your help so we can make the difficult journey. 💔

[thalukepjo]

thaluke then VS now

fanart of tv show thaluke based on the original art thaluke

[pjotwitter]

idk if this is okay, but some thaluke (thalia x luke)? inspired by ep4 hahah

[allie-reeves]

Luke-Annabeth-Fleece

It's kinda funny how everyone is pissed off at him for taking Annabeth and the fleece, but what was the other option? Him only taking the fleece and letting her die or putting the fleece on her, letting her heal then leave with the fleece.

Personally I like that he took her and the fleece, it shows that deep down, he still somewhat cares for her. It is actually more human of him than the other two options. Yes, he has a hidden intention, wanting to convince her to join, but that is more depth and conflict on his side and makes him a more interesting character. Because he cares. That's why it's going to be painful when he stops caring.

It's a more gradual build up, more layered. He isn't a cartoon villain but a conflicted one. Truly makes him more interesting in my eyes.

[lukes-blade]

i need to slap luke castellan across the face (sexually) (he gets really turned on)

[iceh34rt]

THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT

THIS IS NOT WHAT I PLANNED

AND I JUST HAVE TO SAY

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

[livlocus]

Maximum Capacity

Character(s): Luke Castellan

Requested by anon: Hey!! I saw that you were accepting requests & wanted to ask, can you write a luke fic where reader is super feminine, like pink EVERYTHING, she has cute plushies, & he loves being in her cabin but high key has beef with all of the plushies, just a disgusting amount of fluff, but no pressure!

Summary: Wherever you were, Luke was, even in your room filled with flowers, pink plushies, and frills. While watching you get ready one morning, the best swordsman at Camp Half-Blood starts to glare a little too hard at your... teddy bear?

Warnings: luke is a little weirdo lowkey higkey, a brief mention of "monster guts" (nothing detailed), slightly suggestive (kissing/making out?), perhaps a bit of crack fic energy?? it's also implied that the reader is not a child of Hermes, NOT PROOFREAD!!

Word Count: 2.8k

Liv Yaps: hey guys so i fear that this entire fic is just one run on sentance lmao and i fear that i may or may not have gone in a completely different direction than i intended to when i started this fic so oops but this is super fun to have a fic that has a little pink theme so woooo cause all of the other one's that i've done like this so far have been like beige... but anyway i hope that this is cool :) i also wrote this entire fanfic while listening to telomeres by sleep token on repeat so if its not good i will be blaiming it on that 😀🧍‍♀️ i'm also realizing that i can only write luke if he's a little freak weirdo man... like that's the only version of him that exists in my head i fear 😬 it's also super duper short because i fear this has been in my inbox since June...

Luke’s known you since before you were claimed. He knew you when you showed up at the Big House, covered in rain and monster guts with your satyr protector. You had looked so… scared, so vulnerable. You weren’t like the other campers that Luke had met, and you certainly were not like him. You were soft.

But he never complained.

You were pleasant to be around, and somehow, after only a few days of showing you camp, you managed to be his favorite reason to smile.

It took a few months for your godly parent to claim you, so you spent that time making your corner of Cabin 11 so very you, and Luke loved it. He absolutely loved every second of every minute that he spent watching you tie little ribbons around the frame of your bunk bed. He loved seeing the way that your eyes twinkled each time you taped a newly dried flower to the wall your bunk was pushed up against. 

He still remembered the way that you smiled at him when he complimented how you had even changed the sheets of your bunk from the plain camp-issued set to a light pink one. It had frills on the edges and little white flowers. They were softer, too, he found out after the two of you had skipped the campfire to talk to each other in Cabin 11. You ended up having a surprisingly deep conversation about the nymphs that lived in the lake.

But then you got claimed.

You had to move out of Cabin 11, pack up all of the little bits of lace and fluff and all the scraps that had screamed you, and move them into your new cabin.

Luke helped you, of course. He was the one who would hold all of your clothes as you piled them over his arms so high that he could barely see where he was going. But he eventually got it all to your cabin, and he helped you put everything in your dresser. By then, Luke had to go back to sword training and make sure the Stolls didn’t set something on fire again.

It only took a week for Luke to realize that he didn’t smile as much without seeing you almost every second of every day. So it only took a week for Luke to ask you to be his girlfriend. 

-_-

It was early. The sun had risen above the horizon about thirty minutes ago.

And Luke was already climbing through the window of your cabin, smiling to himself as he remembered that the other three girls you shared your room with had left camp for the weekend. One had said something about the beach with her mortal family, another about seeing a long-distance girlfriend back home, and Luke didn’t bother remembering why the third one was gone once he realized that he could have you all to himself this weekend. 

The second he lifted the window, Luke could smell you. He smelt the flowers he stole from the Demeter Cabin’s garden, he could pick out whatever perfume you had sprayed last. If he was remembering right, it was the one that he had given you. It was a light pink, heart-shaped, and made you smell like a bakery. 

You didn’t wake up right away when Luke managed to wriggle in through the window. Not yet, anyway. 

Luke turned to face you, looking at the way your face looked so… relaxed when you were asleep. So vulnerable. Something only he got to see.

Luke was going to climb into your bed with you, be there when you woke up, but when he tried to figure out the best way to squeeze between you and the wall that your bed was pushed up against, he realized that he couldn’t.

There wasn’t enough room.

Your bed was lined with them. Like a barricade of plush little protectors to watch over you while you slept.

This wasn’t new. Luke had gotten used to your many stuffed animals quickly after you moved out of Cabin 11 and into this one. You finally had enough room for them here, and you didn’t have to worry about one of the Stoll brothers stashing them away to mess with you, so you spread them out all over your bed.

But Luke was always able to fit into your bed. Regardless of how he felt about your surplus of plushies—he didn’t like how it felt like they were watching him whenever he was in your room—he could always fit in your bed with you.

Right now, Luke was scrunching his nose, trying to figure out the best way to climb over you without smushing your stuffed animals. 

Before you started dating, Luke would have brushed the stuffed animals off your bed, or just lain on top of them, but he knew you. You would be upset if he were to do something so callous to your things, especially since they were your stuffed animals. And if you were upset with him, then that would stifle his plans to make you late for breakfast this morning.

Sometimes he thought that you loved them more than him, and he was tempted to hide them from you, so that way if you wanted to hold on to something when you slept, it would have to be him. 

But Luke had seen what had happened when one of your stuffed animals went missing. Travis Stoll had taken one as a prank when you were still in the Hermes Cabin. It was a little pink bunny that your mortal grandmother had given to you. When you finally realized that it was gone, you had torn apart your beautifully decorated corner of the Hermes Cabin looking for it, assuming that it had just fallen under your bed or had gotten tucked under your covers. 

When you couldn’t find it, you went to Luke, on the verge of tears. 

So, yeah. Moving your stuffed animals off your bed to make room for him was not in the cards for him at the moment. 

Luke looked closer at the stuffed animals you had on your bed, trying to figure out why all of a sudden he couldn’t fit in your bed. 

There was the white weighted dinosaur plushie from one of your older half-sisters, the hamster with a bow on its ear from your cousin, and the cat with a frilly collar that you had had since you were two. 

The cream colored bear had embroidered eyelashes around its acrylic bead eyes were there too, as usual, and next to her was an out-of-place alpaca that a friend from your mortal school thought that you would have liked. He kept scanning your bed, taking inventory of all the usual suspects that took up his space on your bed. 

That’s when his eyes settled on it. 

A pink teddy bear.

He had never seen that one before. And it was that one who was taking up the last bit of space that kept him from fitting next to you on your bed without waking you up.

It was almost taunting him. Its eyes unblinking and unmoving. Completely devoid of any life or purpose, taking up room on your bed that could be given to him. He wondered what you named it, maybe something to do with who gave it to you? Or was it one of the ones that you had named for its appearance? Either way, it felt like the stuffed bear had it out for him, taking up Luke’sspace on your bed. 

If only Luke could tolerate a few of your tears, then maybe he could toss the bear aside and make room for himself. But he couldn’t stand to see you cry, not when it would be because of him.

So, Luke settled for plopping down at your vanity, fidgeting with all of the lip gloss tubes and eyeshadow palettes you had out. They were shiny and had intricate designs that were meant to be enticing, but Luke couldn’t help but find them a bit gaudy. But they made you happy, so he never said much about them. 

And not to mention what you looked like when you used them… Yeah, Luke wouldn’t complain about the packaging of your makeup when it looked like that on you. 

He went through the drawers of your vanity while he waited for you to wake up, not daring to be the reason you missed out on a few extra minutes of beauty sleep. The top drawers were filled to the brim with different eyeshadow palettes and tubes of mascara that all looked the same, but he was sure you would tell him they were somehow different.

He had gotten to the bottom drawers (filled with makeup remover and cotton rounds) when you finally, finally woke up.

“Morning, Luke.”

Your voice was raspy from sleep, and your eyes were blinking away the fuzziness of the morning, but that didn’t stop Luke from getting pulled to you. He was kneeling by your face and planting a kiss on your temple the second he heard your voice. 

If anyone ever saw him like this for you, he wouldn’t show his face around camp ever again. But no one was here, so he decided to play with your hair between his fingertips. 

“Look who finally woke up,” Luke murmured against your skin, unable to help the smile that grew across his face, “how’d you sleep?”

He backed away enough so that you could sit up in your bed and do your little morning stretch that made your pajama shirt rise just enough to see a sliver of your skin. Luke couldn’t help but enjoy it. 

“Good, it was nice to have the room to myself,” you sighed, tossing aside your comforter and rolling out of your bed. 

Luke quickly stepped out of his sneakers and took your spot on your bed as you took a seat at your vanity. He didn’t mind the pink and white theme of your room, it was very you, so how could he not enjoy it? Even if it wasn’t really his style, he couldn’t deny that your bed was much cozier than his own. Maybe it was the softer sheets? The way your pillows seemed to call his name much louder than his own ever could? It was probably you, in all honesty. 

Luke did know that it wasn’t your stuffed animals, though. 

He sat up on your bed, folding his legs, leaning on his knees so that he could watch you get ready. Luke liked to see the process that was you. He liked to see you put on your face for the day, watching you put on a meticulously planned outfit, makeup to match, and making sure your hair looked just right. It was an extra layer between the girl Luke loved and the harsh world that didn’t love demigods back. 

Luke relished the comfortable silence between the two of you as you got to work on your morning skincare routine. Just listening to the sounds of the world waking up on the other side of your window and the rustling of your things as you went through them on your vanity. 

He couldn’t help but focus on that teddy bear. The pink one. The new one. The one that had taken up the room on your bed that was for him. 

-_-

You could see Luke behind you in the reflection of your vanity mirror. He had that look about him this morning. It was the face he made when he was hiding something from you, but tried his best to seem pleasant despite it. 

Through the reflection of the mirror, you could see Luke looking at one of your stuffed animals as if they had personally wronged him. He was never a big fan of your stuffed animals, something about having too many eyes on him while he was in your room, but they were your companions. Each one had a name, a backstory, a person behind it. You only ever had to explain that to Luke once.

So, once you see Luke pick up your new pink teddy bear, holding her in one hand and narrowing his eyes at her, you open your mouth to say something about it. 

But he beats you to it. 

“This one’s new,” he murmurs. His voice is a bit rough, like it usually is in the morning. Luke looks up and at your reflection in the mirror. He raises an eyebrow, as if to say explain.

“Oh, that’s Cherry,” you smiled, continuing your morning routine, “my brother gave it to me as a belated birthday present!”

You were rather enthusiastic for it being so early in the morning, but how could you be grumpy when the first thing you saw in the morning was Luke’s face? That was a pretty good trade-off. Waking up ridiculously early and getting to see your lovely boyfriend’s face after he snuck into your cabin. 

“Hm,” Luke hummed as he processed the information, his brows furrowing like he was about to ask Cherry the pink teddy bear if she knew how the gods managed to keep Olympus from toppling over after all these years. 

“D’you think that there’s a better place to put all of your… friends?” 

“No?” You turned around, quirking your eyebrows at Luke, not understanding his distaste for where you put your stuffed animals, “where else am I supposed to put them if not on my bed?”

Luke didn’t respond right away, he took a few moments to look from Cherry the teddy bear to your half-made-up face and back to Cherry, scrunching up his face in a way that made the scar that ran down the side of his face beg to be stained with your lip gloss even though it was seven in the morning. Arguably too early for Luke’s face to be stained with lip gloss, though he would never complain.

A quiet hum, then:

“You have too many.”

Your eyes narrowed accusingly at Luke, like simply saying that you had too many stuffed animals was the same as saying that you suddenly had to burn them all. The gasp that left your mouth was so grating that Luke flinched. 

“Luke—“

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He claimed, raising his hands in defense of his seemingly unforgivable self. “There’s just… not enough room for me on your bed anymore.”

Oh.

“Your bed is at like, maximum capacity right now, and you’re not even in it with me,” Luke continued, waving his hands at the many, many stuffed animals piled high on your twin bed with him as if he was trying to prove his point even further.

Now that made you frown.

“Luke,” you finally turned all the way around on your vanity chair, so you could face him without having to crane your neck. You leaned forward, towards Luke, where he held your newest addition to your fuzzy army captive in his grip, and true to his word, there really wasn’t enough room on your bed anymore for the both of you plus your plushies. “… Okay, I can move some of them, I guess.”

You stand up from your vanity bench and place your hands on your hips, reassessing your bed like it’s the scene of a crime, trying to figure out how you could possibly decide which stuffed animals to move from your bed to maybe sit on top of your dresser to make room for you and your boyfriend. After a grueling twenty minutes of Luke looking at you with puppy dog eyes and an internal debate—which could have turned into one of the longest run-on sentences you would’ve ever had if you tried to verbalize your inner monologue—it’s done.

You managed to move a few plushies that were gifted to you by old mortal schoolmates you don’t necessarily like anymore to various places in your room. Four on the top of your dresser, three smaller ones on your windowsill, and two on the corner of your vanity right next to your perfume collection.

It was hard, but at least you can cuddle up to your boyfriend in the early morning light before breakfast starts at the dining pavilion. 

Once it’s all said and done, Luke decides that you can wait a little bit longer to finish your morning routine. 

With a mumbled “c’mere,” and a hand around your hip, he pulls you down onto your bed.

And if anything, this is him being considerate because he’s trying to make out with you before you can put on makeup that has to potential to be smeared by his own slightly chapped lips. 

Luke would prefer if he didn’t have all the embroidered eyes staring at him as he kissed you, but soon enough, your hands are in his hair, and he doesn’t care anymore.

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[cherryberry444]

MY CAMEO

[prettydeeryess]

give me five minutes alone in a room and I'll turn that frown upside down