owo

[niggazinmoscow]

OH WOW THIS IS BEAUTIFUL 

[instinctivelyintuitive-deactiva]

YALL THERES MORE

[imoverallofit]

They’re both so pretty

[shiroishinobi]

Gang Orca: Why do you go to sleep so late?

Hawks, looking off into the distance: There’s no rest for the wicked.

Gang Orca:

Hawks:

Miruko: Cat videos. He stays up late watching cat videos.

[bluecookies02]

I’m noticing a lack of Mirio Content ™️ 😤😤 let’s change that! :D Can I please request some Mirio loving and how he would react to his normally shy (and seemingly innocent) s/o suddenly wanting to go down on him? What’s the play by play. We 👏🏽 need 👏🏽 to 👏🏽 know😤✨ Thank you! 💕

Mirio pegging headcanons-NSFW

summary: How would Mirio react to his s/o suddenly trying to go down on him.

-His s/o has to be as bright as him, if not necessarily hyperactive, they would have to be precious and loving.

- Regarding his sex life with you, over the years you guys explored many kinks and scenarios, usually him being the one to introduce them to you.

-Usually, his only goal is to make you feel good, always pushing his pleasure to the back of his mind, your satisfaction being his priority.

-Because of his nature you try your best to spoil him from time to time, edging him on and touching him gently throughout the whole night, wrapping your mouth around his cock as you slowly bob your head up and down. Your usual shy demeanor slipping away once your task is at hand.

-His balls were heavy in your palm as your spit slid down them, your hand squeezing then from time to time each time he seemed to finally relax into your agonizing pace.

-The first time your fingers slid over his hole his breath hitched in his throat, his eyes widening as you slowly dipped the tip of your finger. You were nervous to see his reaction, the bold move taking all of your nerves as you bite your lip.

-He would make no attempts to stop you, but naturally, he would be nervous since it's the first time your hands wandered there.

-It was all apart of your plan, introducing the idea to him step by step, firstly making him cum as you finger him, your lips wrapped around his cock as he bucks into your throat and grips your hand tight, not letting you pull your fingers out as he coats your throat white.

-Then one night you would eat him out, your hands plastered over his thighs as you push then further apart.

-You would guide his hand to his own cock, making him jerk himself off as you lap at his ass.

-He's fucking into his own fist as he slowly nears his high, his thighs closing together , pushing your tongue flush into his walls as you struggle to breathe.

-His painting his chest in thick cum, his eyes rolling back into his head as moan against him. Each time you would get more and more confident, the obvious pleasure evident on his face.

-Some time passes by, he's bussy with work and you are also on frequent patrols, bearly having time for eachother.

-In the meantime you have it all ready, a perfect yellow strap with a bottle of lube perfectly hidden inside of your bedside table, along with a silky ribbon that you plan on making his little gag toy.

-As soon as you guys are in bed, he's head is buried in your pussy, fingers pumping in and out of you as he swirls at you clit.

-He makes you cum rather quickly, his movements always expertly pushing you over the edge.

-He’s ready to sink his cock into you, yet you make him lay on his back as he grins.

-"Well then, take a seat sweetheart" .You reach for your bedside table, opening the drawer as he stares at you. A large dildo in your hands as you smile down at him.

-"Y/N, you're not serious right. It's too-" he gulps down as you reach for the remaining items in your drawer, placing them on the bed.

-"Be good and take it hero". You're hovering over him as you dip a finger in his mouth, opening his jaw and pushing the cloth into his mouth, tying it around his head.

-You tie the strap securely around your hips, stroking the rubber to feel it up, getting used to the additional part.

-You pour a generous amount of lube over your fingers, pouring a bit over his leaking cock, the mess dripping down onto the sheets.

-You're working him open with care, watching his body tremble each time you give a particularly hard thrust with your fingers.

-He's taking it so well, moaning over every praise you give him, struggling to say "thank you" around the gag.

-He's not the one to believe in toxic masculinity yet he does feel kinda weak once you line up the strap with his hole.

-He trues to swallow around the cloth, spit rolling down the corner of his mouth as he waits for you to push in.

-You're slow, waiting for his walls to accomodate to the stretch, your hand wrapping around his flush cock, trying to distract him as you finally bottom out.

-You're in awe as you watch the dildo disappear into his ass over and over again, his groans filling your ears each time you decide to pull out completely.

-It's good, too good, the new burning senzation coiling up in his tummy. He's got a handful of bedsheets, his cock painfully twitching in your fist as he tries to hold on, his tip twitching each time your hand glides over it.

-He's cumming hard, clamping around the toy as he struggles to moan out your name. You're fucking him through it, his cum pooling in your palm as you milk him dry.

-He makes the most beautiful face as he shakes, his head falling back onto the pillow. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you watch your boyfriend squeeze his balls with his hand, one final thrust into your palms as his cock stills.

-He's untying his own gag with one hand, the cloth making a sinful sound as it detaches from his mouth.

-He's shy, pulling you to his chest as he hides into your neck.

-"Damn Y/N, God spared humanity by giving you a pussy" you chuckle, tickling his sides, his strong arms pinning you down as he tickles your face in kisses.

-"Just wait until my muscles remember how to work properly and it's over for that little pussy of yours"

Here you go sweetheart, your food😋, hope you enjoyed.

link for pegging Hawks is here : peghawks2020 /obviously I'm exposing myself by these, damn.

[missmargaretcarter]

You’re welcome world.

EDIT: Here’s a faster version

[afeelgoodblog]

okay these are adorable

[hazellight11]

@bumble-bitch-sanders

[pipebomb-malewife-deactivated20]

@lightningblaze11

[remus-sanders-the-trash-man]

@loser-messing-around

[loser-messing-around-deactivate]

@ancient-fruity @heathersobsessers

[lordiedams]

@itszkasaii122 @loser-messing-around

[itskasai17]

!!! @beanchomper @honestlyimjustdeadinside

[circlesquarestar]

First of all no u

@masquergayed @smirking-space-cat @loudly-sips-coldbrew @everone who sees this

[bugs0da-t0mb]

<3 !!!

@ulvanacandrawtoo @sadsmartboi @satainiz @demidorkably @punk-n-junk @sapphis-lazuli

[still-the-fry]

@tampon-teabag I'm flattered but you are very hamdaome NH

[kiilea]

imagine Lance had to wake up earlier for his flying classes in the Garrison but Keith didn’t start until 12 so he’ll be tormenting his man like that.

[baddroid]

[fgrobichiko]

the only acceptable reason

[fwizard]

#I was gonna be like nooooo but then I was like yoooo

[peakae]

TITTY 2 BOMB

[your-raifu-is-shit]

Bra size: C4

[argentumlupus1]

BRA SIZE: C4

[ss-kitkat]

T'was a booby trap all along

[still-the-fry]

Titty bombs awaay

[pro-gay-deactivated20170112]

I’m Gay

[whippedcreamtitties23]

I’m A Lesbian

[pro-gay-deactivated20170112]

[daovihi]

I’m bisexual

[pro-gay-deactivated20170112]

[maniacalwalrus-deactivated20160]

i’m trans

[pro-gay-deactivated20170112]

[ask-desperately-laurens]

Im Asexual.

[ask-henriette-lafayette]

[reallychico]

I’m not sure yet

[ask-henriette-lafayette]

it’s ok!

[wizardgender]

a wholesome post

[fumbledeegrumble]

oh, interesting note: op is throwing a pity party because someone added those nasty-wasty acey-waceys to their pure L! G! B! T! ONLY post, and they DIDN’T LIKE THAT. Keep reblogging this version to piss them off.

[deadpan-bottomofbag-fry]

I’m pansexual

[come-for-the-ships]

I’m pan too! :D hii

[still-the-fry]

@come-for-the-ships. YASS throws pan at a random person

[fakescience]

Key work you’ll find if you subscribe to our newsletter: https://fakescience.substack.com/

[still-the-fry]

The worst insult you could get is being called the bread side of o broken pocky stick

[deadangelos]

Frank, Leo, you both know will is probably going to demand an immediate check up, right? Just warning you

[neanderthyall]

I just feel really bad for Sally Jackson. She did everything she could to keep her son safe, and it still wasn’t enough. She want though a horrible and abusive marriage just to keep Percy safe. She also never yelled at him no matter what and just loved him so much that my heart just breaks whenever I think about it.

He disappeared for months! When Annabeth left for New Rome with Leo, Piper, and Jason, she wouldn’t even know if he was alive, even though he left a phone call. She would know that the quest wouldn’t be over and that he could still get hurt. So first there was a six month gap before she knew he was alive, and then a two month one when she didn’t know what was going on at all with the whole prophecy of the seven.

When Percy gets back  to her she’s going to see her little boy who loved blue cookies and was the most important thing in the world to her and now he’s all grown up and he’s been though hell and he’ll never be okay because she couldn’t protect him. She’s going to never understand him the way she used to and he just isn’t her little boy any more.

I need to go now before I start crying.

[lililibird-deactivated20161207]

NOT TO MENTION:

Her parents died when she was 5 years old, both of them, in a plane crash.

She can see through the mist, so she probably thought she was completely insane most of the time when she was growing up.

She was raised by her single uncle so all of her amazing mothering doesn’t come from life experience, she was literally winging it.

He uncle died of (I believe, but don’t hold me to this) cancer while she was still a teenager, leaving her without any family.

She fell in love with an immortal god who’d wooed thousands of women before her, and she was only like, seventeen.

Their entire romance lasted about three months, given it was just one summer.

She went through a teenage pregnancy, pretty much all on her own (Poseidon was there for bits and pieces, I’d assume).

Honestly, it doesn’t even end when she’s a completely broke, 17-18 year old single mother, living in New York, with absolutely no living relatives.

Things like snakes trying to kill her baby as he sleeps in his crib at night is something she has to worry about.

Said baby is an ADHD, dyslexic, troublemaker, who is a magnet for monsters.

She married Gabe Ugliano at, what we can assume, was an extremely young age, anywhere from 20-25 years old.

She literally had to sleep with Gabriel Ugliano.

(You already mentioned the abuse on her so yep, that.)

She sends her son off to boarding schools if she can, meaning she spends 9 months out of the year alone with Gabe.

She gets kidnapped by Hades and held practically for ransom in hell, even if she doesn’t really remember it.

She straight up murders Gabe, which is good, but I doubt she felt like a good person afterwards.

Also, learning you let your son get abused without your knowing, is not something any mother wants to hear.

Percy goes on quests/runs away from camp/goes missing about every other week, let’s be real.

She still wants to be a writer.

He also is still Percy and a real pain in the ass to raise and find schools for, sorry Seaweed Brain.

She has to give him her blessing to go potentially kill himself in an Underworld river.

People forget this one: She’s extremely attached to Annabeth and possibly Nico too, and really, with her motherly instincts, she probably starts sobbing and screaming “BUT (S)HE’S JUST A KID.” when she hears about any of the demigods doing anything even if she’s never met them.

She fights in a war with a police shotgun and her new husband.

Percy disappears.

She just hears snippets of things like “He’s in Alaska and doesn’t remember you.”, “He’s flying to Greece, can’t come to visit.”, “He’s in the deepest pit of hell with his girlfriend and yeah there’s a very slim chance he survives.”, “He’s fighting Mother Earth.”, etc.

He comes back and the baby boy she tried so hard to protect is scarred and his eyes are dark and he hasn’t cracked a joke yet this week and he won’t tell her what happened and after all that, she still couldn’t save him. And, really, Percy hadn’t ever come back after he disappeared.

[deadangelos]

Today Mun would like to share their absolutely ridiculous mothman solangelo AU.

Nico is Mothman, Will is a paranormal investigator a la Buzzfeed Unsolved, and they’re dating. That’s basically it.

[solangeloandotheradorablethings]

10/10 AU, 100% would bang a cryptid 

[still-the-fry]

Story!

Zephyros Grace finds out his mom is dead. He was promised that she'd come back . In the meantime he had to stay with his aunt Rita. His mom's little "business trip" ends up revealing something from his mother's dark past... and his father.

[captainmera]

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER. BUT IT IS FINALLY DONE. Enjoy the character line up! (Please don’t repost, alter or remove source from image.)

[nicohasadoctorsnote]

Ghostly gods- Solangelo week gods/mortal

It was a strange occasion- two gods were expected to arrive at Camp Half Blood to help manage it, although they sounded like polar opposites so nobody was particularly looking forwards to the occasion. Plus gods were usually jerks. Chiron hadn’t told them much about the gods, other than the fact that he was proud to have mentored them once and the fact that one was a child of Apollo and one was a child of Hades. Everybody was gathered by Half Blood Hill, dressed in their orange tshirts but still attempting to appear smartly and neatly. The god of sunshine, comfort, and recovery was going to be the first to arrive- followed by the god of shadows, mourning and acceptance. Chiron had managed to settle the nervous demigods- although they still talked amongst themselves and speculated.

They found it strange that the ghost that haunted the Hades cabin wasn’t there- or at least, who they thought was a ghost. A young boy who would sometimes appear in the darkest shadows whenever young demigods went exploring in there. Sometimes they’d spot the boy standing near the campfire, talking to Hestia, or in the infirmary when a patient would pass.

In fact, two boys usually appeared when a patient passed. The first boy seemed to glow and radiate care, and he’d always sit besides the dying patient and hold their hand, gently singing soothing lullabies. Then the ghost boy would appear from the shadows and pray to Hades for their safe passage through the Underworld, and he’d sit with the mourning campers. The glowing boy seemed just as ghostly as the first, but in a different way. Whilst the black haired boy would fade into the shadows, the blond boy would fade into the light. Sometimes he’d be seen coaxing the other ghost boy out of the shadows, following him and leaving sunflowers by the door to the Hades cabin. Neither boy was there today, and the camp had to admit that they were slightly disheartened by their absence.

The camp soon fell silent as a chariot became visible- it was hard to miss, white adorned in intricate gold mandalas shaped into suns. Two pegasi pulled the chariot- pure white with golden manes and tails, a warm yellow glow around both. The chariot passed through camp boarders and slowly came to a stop by the old pine tree- it had always been called Thalia’s tree- they’d only learned today from the Huntress herself why. The campers awaited nervously for the god to step out of the chariot- they assumed this must be the god of sunshine, comfort and recovery. They expected the god to be clad in white and gold, perhaps with wings and a halo. Instead, a man who appeared to be in his early twenties stepped out, promptly tripping up when his flip flop snagged on a rock. He quickly stood and brushed himself off, turning to face the demigods with a fond smile. He wore khaki shorts with a green scrub top underneath an open lime green flannel shirt and a yellow lab coat with a sunflower pin badge with neon orange flip flops. He had striking cobalt blue eyes, although on closer inspection they were a gradient, from royal blue to cobalt to cerulean to azure to sky blue on the innermost parts of the iris, ice blue flecks throughout. He had short golden blond hair, thick bouncy curls cascading down just past the top of his ears, highlights of gold that seemed too golden to be natural yet they were, the sunlight radiating from his soft curls. Pale skin tanned a healthy bronze hue, sunlight reflecting off his cheekbones as though he wore highlighter, which he didn’t. A constellation of light brown freckles dusted across his nose and cheekbones like you could play a melodic symphony from the patterns weaving across his cheeks. He looked like an older version of the blond ghost boy.

“Hi,” he began, “I’m William Solace, god of sunshine, comfort and recovery, but you can just call me Will. I used to go here when I was a young demigod, I’m a son of Apollo. I was head medic for a while, I fought in both Titan wars and I was around back when Apollo was turned mortal for a while. You’ve probably seen me around camp, I come here a lot. Please, don’t be afraid to approach me, I’ll always try to find time for you, even if you just need a hug, I’m here. Anyway, I’ll introduce myself properly once the god of shadows, mourning and acceptance arrives and we’re around the campfire.”

So, the god- Will- was the blond ghost boy they’d seen around camp. He radiated comfort- Solace was a fitting name for him, it seemed. Even now, stood before them as a god, he dressed so casually- some may argue badly- that he seemed approachable. Something about his serene and relaxed posture and his warm smile made you want to hug him, because he looked like he could heal your soul with a hug and a few kind words. He seemed to glow, like sunshine radiated off him.

It wasn’t long before the warmth seemed to fade- the ground frosted and withered from afar, creeping closer in darkened shadows as a fissure ripped open- they would have screamed and ran if it wasn’t for the calm radiating from the blond god. Large bones began to emerge from the fissure, rolling over each other until they began to form skeletal hellhounds, tendrils of darkness swirling and wrapping around each other to form a chariot of shadows and bones. The camp waited in fearful anticipation until eventually the shadows began to form a vaguely human shape, slowly forming a more solid figure as they moved to stand beside Will. The shadows snaked away in tendrils, slithering back to the chariot to reveal the god of shadows, mourning and acceptance. He wore a long black leather trenchcoat, thick silver chains forming a trellis on the back, pulling it to fit snugly around the god’s waist. It reached to mid calf, but the collar was a thick brown fleece, like an aviator’s jacket. He wore a black tshirt, a fractured skull pierced by a dagger with blood dripping, a ghastly blue snake wrapped around it and peering from the eye socket, mouth open and dripping venom ready to strike, blue roses completing the tattoo-style design. The god wore black ripped jeans, plaid with red, purple and green. His boots were chunky leather, up to mid calf and laced loosely, the laces passing through the soles, purple leather flames at the toes and heels, inch thick soles with metal plates, and buckles partway up with a new rock metal logo on the tongues. A gold metal chain with skulls forged into the metal was threaded through his belt loops, from which a stygian iron sword hung, glowing a faint but ominous purple. The god’s eyes were dark brown, like brown glass, but they seemed to be woven with flecks of gold and red and green, only visible in sunshine. His hair was ebony, thick waves falling past his jaw and a fluffy fringe partially covering his eyes. He wore a silver skull ring, on his left hand on the middle finger, although a purple gemstone, most likely amethyst, formed the top of the skull. He was deathly pale, a slight olive undertone just about the only sign that he wasn’t a ghost.

“Nico di Angelo,” the god introduced, curtseying out of politeness, offering a rather unsettling lopsided smile, “the Ghost King, son of Hades and god of shadows, mourning and acceptance. I'll be joining Mr Solace as a camp director, although you have most likely seen me around camp near Cabin 13."

So this god was the other ghost boy. It seemed strange- the other ghost boy was so much more youthful, emo at most, more mysterious than completely terrifying like the god stood before them. This god radiated death, literally- the grass died under his feet, but he had a sombre aura about him, like he was mourning. The shadows and the mourning made sense, although a few demigods were sure this god was more intimidating than Hades himself. It only occurred to them why he was the god of acceptance when he moved to hook his thumb in his jeans' pocket, exposing a rainbow bandana at his hip where his sword hung, and a small heart rainbow pride pin on his tshirt.

Nobody spoke or dared to move, sure that the two opposing gods would spend their time at camp arguing heatedly. It wasn't until Will produced a sunflower from his pocket and handed it to Nico that people remembered how the two gods interacted in the form of the ghost boys. Nico brought the flower up and inhaled the scent, a light pink tint spreading across his cheeks as he closed his eyes for a second, smiling as he tucked the flower into one of his pockets, next to a silver exposed clockwork pocket watch. Will beamed, reaching out to take Nico's hand- and that's when everybody noticed the marital bands on their hands, identical black Celtic knots, a single round cut diamond in the centre. Except the diamonds were both a yellow half and a white half- it was clear that there had originally been two diamonds, one yellow for Will and one white for Nico, cut rounded then split in half so that both men had a single stone set in the middle of their rings- half yellow and half white. The two gods were married.

The camp couldn't wait to learn all about the gods' lives, to get to know the couple, hear how they fell in love and why they became gods. It was turning out to be the start of something amazing for Camp Half Blood.

@solangeloweek

(I'm tempted to turn this into a longer fic)

[sarahinara]

this has probably been done before but I’m still not over jason “raised by wolves” grace

[coughybean]

I did not have to be called out like this