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the mermaid from west russia is shocked of the snow in middle of may

i am shocked too

#mermay 2023 #art #artists on tumblr #mermaid #mermay #digital painting #forest

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Postcards from around the world)))

#art #design #graphic design #vector #graphicdesign #postcard #designer #creative #behance

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What?..

😂😂😂

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so, it is just strange pink dog-cyclops which was painted to broken tablet challenge by me)))

#art #dog #pink #artists on tumblr #artwork #challenge #art challenge #sketch #myart #drawing

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Autumn tree in sun rays is beautiful

#beauty #autumn #nature #photography #autumn trees #trees #sunny #sunshine

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Minerva Mcgongall pulled out her notebook and turned to the page that listed the names and details of that years Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her heart swelling with pride she jotted down the name “Harry Potter” next to the position “Seeker” before closing the book and opening a second drawer. She took out a small, wooden box and rummaged in it for a few seconds before withdrawing a worn out envelope, inside of which was a short letter and a photograph.

“Dearest Minnie,

Hope you’re doing well! I’m the same of course, driving Lily up the wall as usual, she sends you her love by the way!

Now I know I told you that you’ll never find a chaser as good as me ever again, but it just goes to show that even the brilliant are sometimes mistaken. I’ve found you (made you!) a replacement who will one day outshine his old man by leagues! Enclosed is a photograph of your new Quidditch prodigy so that you may assess his skills for yourself. We have him chasing the cat for practice. He’ll be unbeatable by the time he starts at Hogwarts! The youngest Quidditch player in a century!

I guarantee it, Minnie. And you know I’m never wrong, though you’ll never admit it!

Missing you and Hogwarts terribly,

Lots of love,

James

P.S. Sirius says his marriage proposal still stands.”

Wiping away a single tear that ran down her cheek and chuckling to herself, she smiled down at the photograph of a small, gleeful, black haired boy zooming along on a toy broom, a pair of legs chasing after him and a young woman laughing hysterically in a corner.

“Right again, Mr. Potter.”