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Tried a new style recently, inspired by my buddy @bokettochild and the lovely art she has shared with me recently for her fandoms. It's not the same as hers but I really like the style.

Thanks, Ketto, for showing me how you draw!! This is so much easier and more freeing than my normal style!!!

I don't usually draw with pen, since I can't erase anything, but I didn't have anything else available. It's been a fun challenge to shade with it though, and I think I might try doing some more drawings with only pen!

#phoenix scratches #bokettochild my dear #alakan lofdar legends #rheileen lofdar legends #pen drawings

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My linguist sister just referred to writing a book as 'booking' and it's probably the funniest thing that has happened to me this week XD

#writer things #phoenix chirps

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NCIS quotes somehow fit the Batfam so well.

*Steph’s first few days as Robin*

Bruce: You weren’t terrible out there tonight.

Steph: *Saluting* Thank you sir.

Bruce: Don’t call me sir.

Steph: *Still saluting* Thank you ma'am.

#batfamily #batman #batfam

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Heads up! There's a fic for this!!!!

Snow and Song

Since Danny’s partially dead, scavenger animals such as vultures, crows, and coyotes are attracted to him and will follow him everywhere. Also certain animals that are considered “witch familiars” in folklore like black cats are significantly more affectionate to Danny than anyone else. Danny’ll be walking to school or something and a black cat will jump out of an alley and immediately start rubbing against his legs and purring. There have been multiple times where Danny will be in the middle of talking to someone outside only for several crows to come out of nowhere and land on his shoulders acting like pets. And yes he gives all these animals head pats and scritches and it’s really cute.

#danny phantom #the phandom

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Don't we all?

I too would love this....

Someone who is 1) excellent at computer programming, 2) obsessed with Redwall, and 3) has way too much time on their hands needs to make a Redwall Accent Translator so I can enter normal English and get the right accent out of it cause man, I murder mole speech.

#redwall

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They say it fell to the floor, and such a length to lose... ah, Susan.

Heavy is the Head

(Or, ten years on, Susan grows her hair out again)

 When Susan was seventeen, she bobbed her hair and Lucy bit her lip until it bled. At the time, Susan hadn’t understood it. She’d muttered something uncharitable about her sister’s childishness and gone about her day. Bobs were the fashion, and since when was Lucy opposed to short hair anyway?

Lucy was remembering another seventeen-year-old Susan with hair that fell to her waist. That Susan had been a queen. She hadn’t chided Lucy for caring about Narnia. The Susan who was seventeen in 1945 cut her hair short because it was stylish, and Lucy fought hard not to see it as one less thing tying her sister to the queen she had been.

When Susan was thirty-two, she began growing her hair long again. One of her girlfriends asked her about it and Susan replied, “I used to have it long, you know.”

This Susan had spent ten long years wending her way back to faith. Little by little, she allowed herself to sift through old memories of Narnia. More and more, she was thinking about her hair. It was like this:

Susan’s crown was the lightest of the four, which Edmund called ironic. “Your head’s always been the heaviest,” he said. Susan pretended not to understand, but she knew what he meant. She had spent her whole life choosing to carry worry and concern, ever since she was four and tending to Peter’s skinned knees. As her hair grew longer, Edmund joked that she was making up the difference.

There was a practical art to braiding hair, Susan found. Divide, twist, pin, pin. A calming ritual for otherwise frenzied mornings. She liked to gather her crown up in her hair and weave it into place. When it didn’t move, she held her head up higher.

Peter always said he could tell the political situation by the state of Susan’s hair. “One braid for war, two for peace?” Edmund quipped.

Peter shook his head. “No,” he said. “It’s neater when there’s danger or contention about. Fewer flyaways means more pins and nets and the like, which means that our royal sister fears disaster. She took extra time ensuring that her hair will be secure, even if the Cair itself goes up in flames.”

“Perhaps,” said Lucy. “Or maybe she just wants pins on hand in case there are locks to pick.”

Oh, Lucy. Lucy had a habit of driving off lady’s maids. She’d come home from Lion knew where, the hem of her gown caked in dirt and her hair caught in a series of snarls. Worse, she could never sit still long enough for any of her maids to work all the snarls out of her hair.

Only Susan could manage it—though whether it was Susan’s skill with hair or her ability to manage Lucy, no one could say. But Susan had come in on her sister scowling and yanking at her brush trying to unknot her hair twenty minutes before a banquet on more occasions than she could count. Each time, she sat her sister down before her own gilt mirror. Then, Susan would work the brush through Lucy’s hair in gentle, even strokes, all the while telling stories in order to keep her distracted. Like an enchantress, Lucy would say.

Lucy kept her hair short to medium-length for convenience’s sake. Susan grew hers out, and she could never quite say why. Peter would say she liked the ritual of fashioning and securing it each morning. Lucy would say she liked the feel of it, falling like a waterfall over her shoulders or growing silky-soft under a brush. Edmund would say she liked the weight. It had been ten years since Susan’s siblings died. Longer, since she’d had hair long enough to argue about. More and more, she wondered who was right.

When she was thirty-two, Susan started growing her hair long again. It didn’t style the way it used to, but that didn’t concern her. Of course, growing long hair takes time. One morning, when she was thirty-three, Susan looked at her reflection in the mirror and decided her hair was long enough to put up.

They were each right in their own ways, but in that moment, Susan was thinking of Edmund. It was heavy. Almost like a crown.

#mine falls past my hips atm #my hair I mean #i consider cutting it because it isn't practical to my work #yet this comes and nudges at my heart #... #i'm not sure now

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Ketto, my lovely, I mean this in the kindest way possible: what the heck?

I am going to screech

#bokettochild my dear

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girl help i’m having creation ideas above my skill level

#writers #writer problems

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Parents should not be reading your journals

Parents should not be searching through your trash 

Parents should not be snooping on your private social media messages 

Parents should not be taking your bedroom door off 

Parents should not be invading your privacy 

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A brief summary of how user engagement is tracked on Tumblr, for the newcomer:

When you like or reblog a post, that counts as user engagement for the person you liked or reblogged from, and shows up in their notifications.  

If the person you liked or reblogged a post from wasn’t the original poster (i.e., you’re liking or reblogging a reblog), it also counts as user engagement for the original poster, and shows up in their notifications as well.  

This means that user engagement from your likes and reblogs can potential accrue to two different people, the original poster and the person you liked or reblogged from.  

Consequently, you cannot “steal” user engagement from someone by reblogging their post.  

This is one of the very few areas where Tumblr is actually functions more reasonably than other social media platforms.  

Note that this is only true if you use Tumblr’s built-in reblogging function. If you save someone else’s content to your local device and append it to a new post, you effectively become the original poster from that point on.  

This means that on Tumblr, “reblogging” and “reposting” are two different things; if you see someone complaining about “reposting”, this is not the same as reblogging.  

Commenting when reblogging does not affect any of this – unlike, say, Twitter, where quote-retweeting causes user engagement to accrue to the quote-retweet and not to the original tweet – and you can and should do so freely.  

However, every Tumblr user can see who exactly you reblogged a post from, which functions as a soft disincentive against making inane comments; if you make a dumb comment on a reblog, people who see your reblog may “back up” one step in the reblog chain to reblog a version of the post without your comment.  

Nobody understands tags, and there’s a fair amount of evidence that how tags work changes periodically and without warning.  

Tags are a divine mystery.

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Repeat after me:

Good rest is required for creativity

I am allowed to rest in order to restore and rejuvenate my creative well

I am not lazy for resting

My WIP will benefit from the rest I give myself and my creativity

My writing requires rest just as much as I do in order to flourish

#writers #writer things

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This would explain why I like reading more fanfic than new stuff....

every day i am percieved™️

#fanfiction things

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I just tasted my first sugar plum and I'd like to say I'm officially in LOVE!!!!

#sugarplum #candy shoppe

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Writing for yourself first might seem selfish, but it’s essential. You have to be fully engaged in your story. You have to write something you enjoy, something that sets your soul on fire. Otherwise, you won’t feel motivated, and you will perceive the entire process as a chore. Write for yourself first, don't worry about the audience. If something is done with love and passion, it naturally attracts the right audience.

#tumblr writers #writer things

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Define Your Grind

#life quotes

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imma drop one more smol irondad sketch with sleepy cuddles if you don't mind

/please, do NOT tag or reblog as st*rker/

#irondad and spiderson #marvel

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Literally the best thing.

I like imaging Jason breaking into the manor in full Red Hood gear just so he can go into the kitchen and stress bake

Bruce: [walks in]

Jason: “no! Out! OUT!”

Bruce: “I live here!”

Jason: “I don’t care- look you made my soufflé collapse!”

Bruce: “I didn’t do anything, I just wanted to see who was making all this damn noise in my kitchen and get some water”

Jason: “your ugly face scared my fucking soufflé”

Bruce: “Jason you can le-… never mind, I just want my drink”

Jason: “oh my god! Get out already!”

Bruce: [mumbling to himself] “remember you love him, it’s a miracle he’s here today, you love him, you missed him, he is a blessing”

Jason: [throws water bottle at Bruce] “here’s your fucking water, switch over to a filter you fucking asshole. You’re killing the environment, it’s not like you can’t afford a damn filter”

#jason todd #batboys #batman