ICONIC

Finale's later. How we feeling?

*aggresively trying to fan herself* ohmygod ohmygOD ohMYGOD OHMYGOD

oh my god

fun prompt->artist cant stop thinking about it->fanart

don't look at me I'm EMOTIONAL

(happy anniversary korrasami)

It feels like people have forgotten ships don't have to be canon. Isn't the whole point of fandom to explore what could happen to characters in different scenarios

The fact that I know who said each of these without even trying says something about me

Quotes

IDK why, but this just came to me

Quotes the characters have said that I could base a Imagine or something on (same thing as the Dialogue)

1.  “You should see what comes up when you type ‘death’ into a search engine.”

2.  “I am a doctor, so technically it wasn’t a lie.”

3.  “I got shot in the leg and I don’t get any cookies.”

4.  “I never have any normal fans.”

5.  “I totally saved your life. And I’m pretty certain it was caught on tape.”

6.   “Well, I think politics makes people distrustful. I think it makes them hate themselves. I think it tears families apart, and damages people.”

7.  “It’s always sad seeing someone’s life reduced to the things they had with them when they died. It’s just so clear they didn’t know how short their time would be.”

8.  “I’ve always heard every ending is also a beginning. We just don’t know it at the time. I’d like to believe that’s true.”

9.  “When a woman tells a man about her feelings, she doesn’t want him to fix her. She wants him to shut up and listen.”

10. “Of the twenty self-described pickup artists in the area, there’s only one guy who encourages his students to dress like, uh, space cowboys.”

11. “How am I supposed to tell them I’m leaving when I don’t want to go?”

12. “ This is my favorite part. This is where you hang yourself with your own tongue. So, please keep talking.”

13. “ Sometimes a suicidal person, in the days leading up to the act, will just blur out ‘I love you’ to family. Sort of like a goodbye.”

14. “ Sometimes a suicidal person, in the days leading up to the act, will just blur out ‘I love you’ to family. Sort of like a goodbye.”

15. “Oh god, please tell me you don’t have a crush on a fictional character.” 

16. “Harming a person weaker than you doesn’t take any special ability.”

17. “It’s all conjecture, because there’s nothing deviant in this guy’s history. But if you wanted to do something bad, wouldn’t it be nice to have another version of you to blame it on?”

18. “It was once said that love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to.”

19. “A policeman pulled over a man, and he said to him, 'Sir, your eyes look bloodshot. Have you been drinking?’ And that man replied, 'Officer, your eyes look glazed. Have you been eating donuts?'”

20. “I don’t take kindly to being blown up. In fact, it kind of pisses me off.”

21. “Nobody remembers the victims, everybody remembers the killer. And that’s exactly what happens when an agent puts the story ahead of the case.”

22. “I think, deep down, we’re all capable of unspeakable things. Where it starts or what you call it, I don’t know.”

23. “She’s a vindictive narcissist whose entire self-image is wrapped up in being the perfect mother.”

24. “You were just responding to what you learned, Vincent. When you grow up in an environment like that, an extremely abusive and violent household… it’s not surprising that some people grow up to become killers.”

25. “He…he kept growing despite his disease. The last time I laid beside him he was almost as long as me. He was ready to go, but I was unready to say goodbye. Begged him to open his eyes. Well, the cruelest part was that I could see who he would be at twenty, but I knew he would never get there.”

ROMEO AND FAIR JULIET

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pairing: biker!luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: luke loves his bike, a present from his father. it allows him to get out of camp fast as well as take him on late night rides. luke loves his bike, but he loves you a lot more.

warnings: ooc luke, rushed ending, no specific parent for reader, chris shows up!

a/n: the creative juices are not flowing right now, i’ll try to revise it. and I’ll hopefully revise the ending later 😭

requested: yes!! (don’t have og request)

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“Look who showed up.” Your friend grinned widely. Her head sticking out the window of your dorm room. You get off your bed and joined her.

A couple floors down was Luke in gray sweatpants, black compression shirt and a black jacket. His mischievous smile brightened when you popped your head out the window.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He called out. Your boyfriend snuck onto your college campus. You knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Late night rides on his motorcycle.

The motorcycle was a gift for Hermes, an apology. It could take Luke anywhere he wanted. He just had to go 88 mph, like the DeLorean from Back to the Future.

“Stay there, Romeo!” Your essay could be done later. It’s been a bit since you hung out with Luke. He just got back from a quest recently. Thankfully—he didn’t fail this time, nor get any scars.

“Please cover me.” You begged your friend, tugging on your jacket and sliding some pajama pants over your shorts.

Before she could answer, you’re out the door and racing down the stairs. You completely disregard the need to be sneaky and secretive.

“My fair, Juliet.” Luke smiled as you ram into him. A tight embrace. He quickly broke the hug he and looked around, excited to be reunited.

The Romeo and Juliet nicknames started since you started to go to college. He would always show up and stand under your balcony at night. It was quite cute really.

Luke grabbed your hand as you both ran out of your college campus, fleeing away in the cover of night. His trusty steed parked a little away from your dorm building.

“Up and at it.” He held your hips as your mounted the motorcycle like a horse. Your ears turned red (luckily hidden by your hair).

“Where are we going?” You asked, flipping the visor up and down on his extra helmet.

“Just you wait, my sun.” Luke smirked and put on his helmet, prompting you to do the same.

(You swear he’s been learning all about Romeo and Juliet from the Apollo Campers. He firmly denies it, but you know he has since you started college.)

Soon enough the stars were moving besides you as the vehicle raced down the streets of New York. Luke sped through red light and speed limit cameras without a care for human lives. “Supposedly,” the Mist was covering you two.

“Where are we going?!” You shouted and held onto his waist tighter. Your arms pressing against his abs.

Luke reached behind you and held your thigh. The motorcycle reached to 88 mph. Suddenly, a white flash surrounded the tow of you, transported you to an entirely different scene.

You and Luke parked on top of a mountain. A campsite to be specific. There was a table on top of a blanket. Flowers and your favorite snack by candles.

“You did keep complaining about your school work so…” Luke trailed off and removed his helmet. “I also know you miss camp since you started college—surprise!”

“Luke…” You mumbled and looked back at the camp counselor. “You didn’t have too. I would’ve been fine with just a ride out in the city.”

“Oh, but I wanted too.” Luke wrapped his arms around your hips. You tilted your head up at him. “Can’t have you burning out before you come back to camp.”

You kiss his lips appreciatively, tangling your hands in his curls. Luke paused but kissed you back. He spun you so you were pressed up against his motorcycle (he loved doing this). “Thank you…” You breathed out.

“Anytime—anything for you.” Luke trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, whispering it into your skin.

“You really are a Romeo.” You giggled.

“Then you at my Juliet.” Luke smiled into your neck

When summer break started and exams were finished, Luke was the first one to see you. Well—pick you up. You just moved out of your college dorm room and now packing up to stay at Camp Half-Blood. It was a quick hi and goodbye to your parent before you’re rushing down to meet your knight in orange armor.

“My fair, Juliet.” He greeted with a playfully bow.

“Romeo.” You curtsies with your imaginary dress. You were giddy, finally being able to leave college life to escape to Camp Half-Blood.

Soon enough you were running up Half Blood-Hill, greeted by your cabin mates and friends you haven’t seen for so long.

“Oh shit, College is back!” Chris shouted, leaving the new Hermes kid he was with to greet you. The nostalgic smell of Camp hits you and suddenly you yearn to never leave camp again.

“Missed you too, Mercutio.” You embraced Luke’s half-brother.

“Still? With that Romeo and Juliet shit?” Chris rolled his eyes.

“Hey, it’s cute.” Luke defended.

“Yeah cause you’re Romeo!”

“What do you and Clarisse want to be Romeo and Juliet?”

“What—no! She is no damsel in distress.”

“Neither is my girlfriend!”

“Yet you still call her Juliet.”

“Shut up.”

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"Jayce has two hands" so do I. outta my way hammer boy, I'm about to get it

I dreamed of getting married but instead of like "oh so happy yay" it's me crying to my mom because i didn't want to get married yet cus i was still young and had dreams but i didn't want to dissapoint anyone by saying "no i do not want to get married" because they had this celebration made for me and that is so in character of me and now im scared of being in a relationship🥲