I Think A Lot About How Patrick And Tashi’s Fight Was Something That Seemed Big In The Moment But Really

i think about this picture every day

whoever styled him this day: thank you. white tank, nips hard, biceps OUT, hair perfect, bisexual swag. good golly!

he gives off 5’6 energy

Mike Faist always gave me short king energy

for some reason it seems like he's so much shorter than josh like it's kind of baffling

imagine coming back home and this is your fine shyt in the 2000s

so cool that challengers won the oscars. every one. all the oscars. good for them

tiktok just got banned.. where will i watch my horny art donsldson edits now...

tumblr gf mike faist come back i miss you

in DESPERATE need of elijah mikaelson it’s not even funny

i miss challengers so bad can they remake it every year with the exact same cast and plot but make it a different sport every time

Josh O'Connor | W Magazine (2025)

I like to think about Camp Half Blood and how its probably full of old hidden kid structures

It's an ancient sacred valley, that has trained and housed children for thousands of years, many of those kids coming from artisan backgrounds and gods. Kids build things, kids make forts and rope swings and tree houses. Kids need hidy holes and pretend play boxes and secrets.

I like to think about walking in the CHB woods, off the trail in a place you think dryads have only ever been to. And then you come to this tree with wooden planks nailed to it. You look up into this old oak and above you is a few more boards, just enough to make good seating hidden in the branches. There are initials carved in the bark, no one you recognize, and doodles on the boards. You don't know who built it or when, was it put up last year or fifty years ago, but someone dragged 2x4s miles and miles through the trees and made a place just for them. Your reminded that this place has always been here, that so many half-bloods have come and gone, but all throughout the valley there are still echoes of them

‘I was here’ says the little jerry-rigged bridge over the creek, ‘I mattered’ says the rope swing into the lake, ‘Even if I'm forgotten’ says the crumbling fort in the woods, ‘I left something behind’ says the initials in the tree