Stop They Way He Looks Like That Controlling Mother From Sky Castle-

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kale going feral

from my japanese stream: another yuzu/xinyu princess spin ✨

Y'all look at the kid they cast for the new Percy Jackson reboot

Look at him in his little camp half-blood shirt 🥺 according to Rick Riordan he even got a yankees baseball cap to resemble Annabeth's cap

For those of you who haven't watched the Adam Project, Walker (this kid) played a younger Ryan Reynolds. They cast him for his sense of humor and great use of sarcasm, and because he apparently remembers the Deadpool script word for word. All they gotta do is dye his hair darker and that's a Percy right there. Walker is currently also 13, which means this adaptation will be faithful to the books.

I'm still secretly hoping they cast Logan Lerman as Poseidon, or maybe even as Paul. I just wanna see my white boy of the month shine again 🥹

“I felt as I always had in his arms—complete, like I was home.”   — Leigh Bardugo, Ruin & Rising

Jay and Heeseung

I don't know, just take it

thoughts were thunk and i had to draw it before i forgot -,,,orphan kaiser who always got picked on and protected his little soccer ball with his life,,, it was the only thing he had -who stares at others like how the adults looked at himmmm -kaiser who got in on a sports scholarship and has the monthly dilemma to starve in order to keep his hair blue so he can get along with the other students -people pleaser kaiser…. fake sticker tattoos….. trying out eyeliner………….

let him live

BABY ATHYYYY <33

SHE TOO GODDAMN CUTE- IM DYING

Sauce: Who Made Me A Princess; Chapter 110

mortal sin // nct dream

prologue; looking back 

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words: 2.2k

warnings: graphic violence, character death, torture(?)

preface: I’m really excited for this series. Yes taeyong is the picture, but this isn’t a Taeyong fic. You’ll understand when you read, I just wanted to provide a visual for what he’s supposed to look like.

I remember feeling so giddy when my mom took me to the pop up flea market. Every year I’d breath in the smell of various spices and produce. My dad would sneak me carrot cupcakes even after mom said no. I associated this area with the taste of sugary icing and the potent smell of cinnamon.

All those memories are tainted with blood and mortal fear. I race through the marketplace, shoving pedestrians out of the way. I ignore the outcries of confusion and shock as my body crashes into theirs. The path before me seems endless with a sea of people only slowing me down. Against my better judgement, I look behind me. 

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