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fcrtunefavored
Betsy let herself get pulling into the hug, arms moving to circle Milo as she returned the gesture. She nodded, her face easy to hide from his view at this angle. āBut Iām fine,ā she said, her tone petulant. āThereās no reason to worry about me, promise.ā A breathe in to steady her emotions-it was fine, Milo was still willing to talk to her, she hadnāt ruined anything with a careless decision, and she pulled out of the hug, offering the boy a smile.
āOh, no, really, itās fine,ā Betsy insisted, a nervous energy bubbling up in her chest. āItās just a donut, I had some earlier, too.ā Ā If he was offering, it was probably fine, but she couldnāt help but feel guilty that he might go out of his way for something that was her own fault.
He chuckled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head at her whining.Ā āYou being fine isnāt gonna stop me from worrying.ā He said softly, looking down at her.Ā āYouāre practically family; I care about your well-being.ā He explained. He smiled back at her, moving his hand to ruffle her hair, snorting at how it became staticy.
He shrugged his shoulders, not caring about her rambling, having decided as soon as he had dropped it to get her another donut... and one for himself.Ā āRelax, Iām gonna get one too. Havenāt had one in weeks.ā His hands rubbed together as he thought of the donut, a dopey smile spreading across his face.Ā Ā
jeezjuliet
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ā itās called ā violins against violence. ā ā
He listened to the child of Aphrodite, chuckling softly at their words. It was a funny statement, and the idea of the playās plot seemed interesting enough.Ā āWho wrote it?ā He asked once they had finished talking.
dearestdante
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ā is it me ? ā
Milo rolled his eyes, finding that students tended to be dramatic when there were physical evaluations at the beginning and end of each semester; it wasnāt that he himself liked them, it was a requirement, given their godly heritage and stuff.Ā āYeah, youāre up.ā He said, motioning for the child of Hades to follow, heading back inside the gym, a large number of students still waiting for their turn.Ā
ofwaterlily
If Lilyās head wasnāt attached to her body, she would have lost that long ago along with everything else that has ever been herās. She liked to blame her extreme lack of responsibility when it came to her belongings on her ADHD. Truthfully, Lily knew it was well due to the fact the she had always been a bit on the careless side. Now the professor was messing through papers and folders in the offices of the Training Room searching for her wallet - something sheād misplaced at least four times that month.
She didnāt bother to look up when the door opened and someone witnessed her shoving a folder to the ground. āGods āfrkn ābove.ā Lily muttered, trying to maintain her frustration.āSorry,ā she called out before whoever entered could speak. āIām a bit busy right now.ā
He snickered slightly, bringing his free hand to cover his mouth, trying to keep her from knowing who it was.Ā āWhatād you lose now?ā He teased, knowing completely that she had lost her wallet; he had found it and was bringing it back to her, but upon seeing her struggle he decided that it would be funnier to hide it from her, quickly using his slight of hand to hide the wallet.Ā
It wasnāt until he realized that she had been going through his desk that his demeanor changed, becoming offended.Ā āHey, stop going through my shit!ā He whined, moving and swatting her hand away.Ā āGods, Lily. Ye of little faith.āĀ
jeezjuliet
juliet grinned at him. all soft edges and pink makeup, theyāve recruited nearly tenĀ unsuspecting freshmen today alone. ( LITTLE DID THEY KNOW : juliet was going to make or break them. ) ā well, duh, ā she said with the eased tone of someone who knew they wouldnāt get in trouble for saying it. ā we all have a little bit of dramatics nestled inside us. and if not, THEREāS ALWAYS CROWD, or stage crew. ā
Their sureness threw him off. He stared at them oddly, before shaking his head and chuckling at the child of Aphrodite.Ā āTrust me, Juliet,ā he began,Ā āIāve definitely had enough drama for a lifetime.āĀ
āPlus, I donāt think most people would want their gym teacher to be acting with them.ā He paused, hoping that he hadnāt come across as rude, the confusion on his face softening, as he offered a small smile.Ā āBut, if you need help with stunts or something, Iād be glad to help.ā
āWhat musical are you doing, anyways?ā
dearestdante
he looked down, back at his work, mournfully, almost. it seemed that in most families, talents were distributed. the smart kid, the art kid, etc. GROWING UP WITH FIVE SIBLINGS, dante was the not-totally-human kid. he brought his lip to his teeth. ā uh, finding the measure of the missing angle, ā he told him, not from memory, but because that was the title of the worksheet.
he exhaled, tapping his pencil with vigor at nothing in particular. ā itās hopeless. iāve almost been bad at math. I TOOK ALGEBRA 1 MY SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. ā
He listened carefully, glancing quickly at the sheet in his peripheral, chuckling slightly at what the son of Hades had said.Ā āDonāt worry, math is hard. Especially when itās not teached in a way that most people can understand.ā He offered.
āSo, from what I can tell, this is probably a trig worksheet.ā He began, mentally running through the trig functions in his mind.Ā āMind if I see the problem?ā He asked, arm extended.
fcrtunefavored
She was still pouting, lower lip trembling slightly. An overreaction to the donut, but the harsh tone in Miloās words didnāt help. Betsy hadnāt meant to get drunk-but one mimosa led to two, then to a finished bottle of champagne. āI was at brunch,ā she defended weakly, wondering if Milo would stay upset with her. It left a heavy feeling in her gut, nervous that she had maybe crossed a line and that someone was now sick of her bullshit. She shook her head slightly, trying to push the creeping fear away and do her best to focus on Milo.
āOh thatās nice of you to offer!ā Betsy said, tone shifting back to itās usual brightness as she looked up at him. She didnāt think it sounded forced, thankfully, as she continued to talk. āYou donāt have to, though, really, no reason to go to all that trouble for me.ā
He sighed deeply, feeling angry with himself for over-reacting, scared that he had driven her to tears. He hadnāt meant to of course, his anger had come from a place of worry, but even so it was not warranted.Ā āCome here.ā He beckoned, gently pulling her into a soft embrace.Ā āām sorry for yelling. Just worried about you.ā He murmured to her.Ā
He still felt bad, even as her cheeriness returned, hoping that she didnāt feel upset anymore.Ā āItās no trouble. Got to go to deliver some papers for Chiron. If you tell me which type of donut you got I can give it to you after class today.ā He said, hoping that he could make it up to her.Ā
vengefvlsoul
Ambrose sat in the quad on a bench, quietly smoking a cigarette. He loved this time of the evening - 11 at night, cool evening breeze, and his favorite thing of all - quiet. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, feeling the breeze flow through his hair. He let out a sigh and grabbed his book out of his bag, immersing himself in the world. He heard footsteps and was immediately thrown out of the world of his book. He stared at the person standing in front of him. Eyes narrowed, glare on his face, he began to speak, āCan I fucking help you?ā
That was not exactly what Milo was expecting. He hadnāt even known that someone was sitting on the bench, much less reading, and much less that they could hear his footsteps. That was embarrassing; he might not like thieving, but he knew he was damn good at it and the fact that his punk ass friend had heard him.Ā āChill, man.ā He said, a small smirk on his face, his hands up in mock defense.Ā āDidnāt even know you were here.ā He wasnāt upset, more amused by the son of Hephaestus.Ā
jeezjuliet
ā hey ! ā APHRODITE MAGIC WAS THICK IN THE AIR AROUND JULIET, her smile wide and her outfit chosen straight out of the catalog. a stack of files in hand, she holds out one of the pink pages ( the text moves & changes on the page ā thanks, hecate kids! ) ā iām president of theatre club. have you ever considered auditioning for the fall musical ? ā
Milo looked around, trying to see if there was somebody else that she had been talking to, but upon realizing that he was indeed the one she was talking to, confusion spread across his face.Ā āMe?ā He asked, his face scrunching up and pointing at himself. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head and looking quizzically at the child of Aphrodite.Ā āBelieve me, you really donāt want that.āĀ
fcrtunefavored
Betsy wasnāt quite sure how breakfast with a friend had turned into mimosas and donuts, but she couldnāt bring herself to complain about it as she walked towards her first class, a half a donut held carelessly in her hand as she munch on it quietly as she walked. Mind drifting, and the bubbly feeling lingering from the last remnant of the taste of champagne on her tongue, she didnāt notice as her path veered into someone elseās. āOh no!ā she said, āmy donut!ā The treat had fallen in the collision, breaking into pieces on the ground. Betsy couldnāt help but pout, before turning her attention to the person in front of her. āIām sorry, are you okay?ā she asked, eyes darting back sadly to the now ruined snack.
Milo hadnāt meant to stumble into the short person, he was preoccupied with an errand that he had to run. All thoughts of errands immediately left his head as he heard a familiar cry, looking down to see the familiar top of her head.Ā āWhoa!ā He yelled out, his hands moving to rest on her shoulders, in an attempt to stabilize her.Ā
He glanced at her briefly, knowing that she wasnāt often quite as clumsy as just now. Her face was flushed, and her reaction delayed, seeming to confirm his suspicions. He began glowering, placing it together.Ā āHave you been drinking?ā It was more of a statement.Ā āFor gods sake, itās 10 in the morning, Bets!ā He began scolding her, before closing his eyes and taking a breath, not wanting to be yelling at her.
āWhat type of donut did you get?ā He asked, his voice lighter.Ā āIāll pick one up for you while you have class, have to go into town anyway.ā He offered.Ā Ā
dearestdante
dante would hesitate to call himself dumb. HOWEVER, if his geo teacher could object, heād bet money that she would, without hesitation. ā iāve been staring at this problem forso long, ā he tells them, ā and iām pretty sure i can feel my own soul leaving my body. do you want to get coffee or something ? ā
Milo often was in the library; to offer support to students, and to research anything that Chiron needed. Hearing Danteās whining, he moved to the chair next to him, trying to glance at the problem, before asking.Ā āWhatās the problem?ā He had always been pretty good at math; it was necessary when thieving.Ā
āTell you what, solve the problem first, and Iāll help you and then Iāll buy you the coffee.ā He negotiated, a small and understanding smile on his face.Ā Ā
ć BOB MORELY & CISMALE & HE/HIM ćā can you believe i have TEACHER MILES āMILOā RYDER REYES for an early class this year? just my luck iād get stuck with THE BROOD. this senior told me that the TWENTY NINE-YEAR-OLD is really EMPATHETIC + GENEROUS, but can also be ABRASIVE + RECKLESS, but they just remind me of BRUISED KNUCKLES, MOSAIC TILES, THE CLICK OF PICKING A LOCK. do you think itās because theyāre a SON OF HERMES with CLAUDIKENISIS & ENHANCED SPEED? maybe i should just drop PHYS. ED & SELF-DEFENSE. āć mira & she/her or they/them & est & 16 ć
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