#Better late than never!

[smolestboop]

Bagginshield-tober / Day 12: Nephews

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bagginshieldtober #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #my art #better late than never! #FINALLY I DREW KILI FILI AND BABY FRODO TOGETHER YEAAHHH #frodo baggins #kili durin #kili #fili durin #fili #lotr

[godbirdart]

my star-wandering kitsune pins are now available in my online shop!

#very sad they didn't make it for vancoufur #but ah well #better late than never! #pins #for sale #merch #kitsune #stars #gold #constellation #art #godbirdart #godbird #2023 #march #furry #enamel pins

[saucysonnetts]

sonnett vs portland thorns (march 24, 2024)

#emily sonnett #better late than never!

[jayrockin]

Was looking at my hourly comics day tag and realized I never uploaded 2021 to tumblr, because I was too lazy to scan the drawings at the time. And guess what? I still am! Here they are anyways, as the original shitty phone pics. Feat. @iguanodont!

#hourly comics day #hourly comics day 2021 #jayart #fursoña #comics #better late than never! #hourly comic day

[taniamitsu]

Happy anniversary to the game with the ending that ruined my life✨

#8 years already??? I can't believe #I'm not joking guys that ending destroyed me #Asriel you deserved better *sobs* #ANYWAY Happy Undertale day! #better late than never! #Undertale #My art

[villainartist]

but wait, there’s more! i also did some colors and lining for the ultimate valentines collab!!

i went a little ham on the colors..... can you tell purple and pink are my favs

credits under the cut!

tenmiu: sketch - twinklelitchii lines - hotwheels-kin

tenkangie: sketch - trillmunch lines - spittyfishy

saioumota: sketch - solarskips lines - caeboa

tenmiko sketch: foldable-mattress

gontakiyo sketch: metal-queer-rex

shinsai sketch: punk-pitcher

#v3 #danganronpa #new danganronpa v3 #tenmiu #tenko x miu #tenkangie #saioumota #saimota #oumota #saiouma #tenhimi #tenmiko #gontaguji #shinsai #full disclosure... um.... i meant to post this in march lmao... Ummmm </3 #better late than never! #villainous art

[ciel-bell]

FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY playing spirit tracks 

#loz #legend of zelda #link #zelda #princess zelda #spirit tracks #legend of zelda spirit tracks #ciel's art #i can no longer say that spirit tracks is my favorite game i've never played </3 #i've been meaning to play this game for like. 9 years #especially since wind waker is just about my favorite thing ever #better late than never! #st link #st zelda

[soulacanth]

Stars!

#tpoh #the property of hate #the property of may #tpoh time #tpoh rgb #meant to post this yesterday #better late than never! #coelart

[a-song-of-rats-and-whales]

I wrote a little dishonored fanfic, it's about the Outsider visiting old Daud some time between Dishonored 2 and DOTO, only like 800 words and it's my first piece of fandom writing if anyone wants to check it out!

#dishonored #the outsider #daud #my writing #it is. far too late considering I have work in the morning #but I was struck by the inspiration to write a little thing and so I did! #it was fun :D #I've never properly engaged with fanfic before now but I'm thinkin 2024 is my year yknow #better late than never!

[stopaskingmetocreateanaccount]

@ hellsing girlies: he lives in my house btw. in case you wanted to know.

#hellsing #alucard hellsing #alucard #hellsing ultimate #hes been sitting there for like. two years and i just got the motivation to finish him #better late than never!

[soupsnakessss]

It only took until the year 2024 for people to start figuring it out… 👏

#mindy kaling #bj novak #better late than never!

[blitheringmcgonagall]

P.S. I Still Wait for You

Chapter 3/4

Read Part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Uncanny Valley, that was what muggles called it. Like being in France except everything felt different, and he couldn’t quite catch what everyone was saying – different phrasing, idioms, completely different accent. Québécois felt so similar and yet so foreign. He loved it. Of course, one couldn’t just apparate to Canada, so coming here had been far too time-consuming for his liking. But once in Montreal, finding her hadn’t taken him long at all. She had always said if she continued living as a muggle, she would never have had the money to go to university, but she would have liked to study nursing. Student  nurses got paid, badly. Evans was impressive. What was the best hospital in Montreal, he asked? Jewish General Hospital, he was told. A taxi ride, sweet-talking the right people, and Bob’s your uncle*.

“Afternoon, Evans,” he says, walking up the steps.

She’s fiddling with the key in the lock, auburn waves blowing into her face, shopping bag clutched under her other arm. She nearly drops it when she hears him, whirls round to face him – leaning on the porch, black leather jacket, tight jeans, all cool, calm and collected. Distinctly cool, perhaps cold, it is worth noting.

“Sirius,” she says.

It annoys him that she still remembers not to call him Black.

“I need a word.”

She stares at him, as though weighing up whether she could get rid of him some way. But she knows she can’t, not with his wand pointed at her and the stubborn look on his face. She’s not stupid.

She steps aside and motions for him to enter, emerald eyes guarded and wary. He stands in the kitchen as she busies herself putting the food in the fridge, the cupboards, avoids looking at him or talking to him. Patience was never his forte.

“Evans,” he says.

She looks up, frazzled.

“I just started working on the general medical ward. I’ve been nursing someone in the isolation room with meningitis. If you want to speak to me, you’ll have to wait. I need to have a shower first.”

He can’t figure out if she’s telling the truth or avoiding him for a bit longer. He wants to ask her why she went shopping or put everything away, if she’s so concerned about contamination, but she’s already gone.

“Merlin, fuck,” he says to himself.

He finds a bottle of Irish whiskey, pours himself a generous tumbler, and sits himself down on the couch, takes in his surroundings. He’s surprised to see a photo of her friends – Lily with Dorcas, Marlene, Mary, Alice. He gets up and wanders around the tiny sitting room, picks up another photo from Hogwarts, this time Lily with the marauders. James has his arm around her in this one, has eyes only for her. He pulls her in closer, plants a sweet kiss on her temple. She looks up at him, enthralled.

Funny. Weird as fuck.

To hell with it. He opens the cabinets in the sitting room, pulls out a few old records, her Gryffindor scarf, her old potions books. A blanket he recalls her mother made her. Her graduation scrolls. An old cardboard box. Letters.

Interesting.

He’s not usually like this, but all’s fair in love and war (and this situation might tick both those boxes from his pov). He skims over them, speed reads them. The letters are sweet – loving nostalgic ones from Mr. & Mrs. Evans; snooty, irritating ones from Petunia (she cared about Lily though, you can read it in the way she rudely checks to see is the war still ongoing, pretending not to be bothered), a couple of adorable ones from Remus that make him feel all mushy, like the embarrassingly lovestruck fool that he is. Hilarious ones from Mary. He finds a pile from James, tied up in string. He has the decency not to read them. Why she keeps them is a mystery. At the bottom he finds a torn, crumpled letter. He removes the ridiculously basic disillusionment charm on it (it would work on muggles and clearly that’s all she’s worried about here).

Dearest James, Mo stoirín,

Nothing compares to the misery of leaving you this way, of knowing how devastated you were, of knowing I broke your heart, and not being able to explain myself. Sometimes when I can’t bear it any longer, I cast a muffliato here inside these four walls, and scream the reason out loud, until my voice is hoarse. I have never felt more lonely, more angry, more defeated, more powerless.

Sometimes I swear to myself I will leave this place and get back home, tell you everything. I see your reaction in my mind. Sometimes you forgive me, you understand why I did it. Sometimes you’re angry, can’t understand how you didn’t find a way to work around that magic. Sometimes I dream I tell you and you stop breathing, turn purple and fall breathless at my feet. You die, and I am powerless to help you. I wake up distraught. I promise you, I tried. I spent hours, days, years consumed with trying to think of ways to break it. I am not allowed to tell you, to tell your friends, anyone at all. I have come up with nothing. I hate myself for being so useless.

Some day, I want you to know. I want to die before you. People say that muggleborns and half-bloods don’t live as long as purebloods. I hope that’s true. I have syphoned off a memory. I could not show you now, but when I’m gone, I want you to take it to the old pensieve in Laurelmere, Monty’s family heirloom. I will leave it for you in my will. That, and your letters and our photographs. Then I’ll be able to rest in peace.

I have found some meaning in my life. I love my job. But this is not what I wanted, what I hoped for.

Yours till the very end,

Lily

He stares at this clue, vital. He has no idea what language no stoirin is in, but he could bet his fortune it means my love. Then he folds the letter carefully and places it in his pocket. He finds a fine crystal vial, enwrought with silver vine, filled with a cloudy suspension. He slips it inside his leather jacket. A flick of his wrist and the room is tidy as before.

The door opens.

She stands there, watching him, biting her lip. He notices the tension in her jaw, her shoulders, the gauntness of her cheeks. He walks over to her slowly, takes her hand in his.

“Come to our wedding,” he asks, quietly, squeezing her hand carefully between his own.

“You proposed?” she gasps, the first signs of gladness he has seen.

“He did,” he admits, sheepishly, feeling a warmth across his own cheeks.

She squeezes his hand back.

“Remus says if you aren’t there he will never be able to enjoy it,” he adds.

“How did you find me?”

“Detective work, Evans,” he smiles enigmatically.

She frowns.

“How?”

“Come and I’ll explain,” he says. “You don’t need to speak to Prongs, we’ll understand. Just one evening, for old time’s sake. You owe me this much.”

“You owe me too,” she replies, raised eyebrow.

“You saved me thrice. I saved you four times. Then the war ended and you didn’t get to pay me back. You owe me.”

She sighs. He hugs her then, a firm, warm hug, full of promise.

“Please,” he whispers into her hair. “You were one of my best friends too. And Moony’s. Don’t think we ever stopped thinking of you.”

He can feel her shoulders heave, a quiet, swallowed sob. When she lifts her head up, her eyes are red.

“I’ll be there,” she says.

TBC…

Bob’s your uncle * expression used immediately after a set of simple instructions and roughly means the same as 'and it's as simple as that!' In 1887, British Prime Minister Robert Gascoyne-Cecil appointed his nephew Arthur James Balfour as Minister for Ireland. The phrase 'Bob's your uncle' was coined when Arthur referred to the Prime Minister as 'Uncle Bob'. Apparently, it's very simple to become a minister when Bob's your uncle! Conservative PMs still at it today, except have moved on to handing more than £1 billion of contracts to companies run by Conservative “friends and donors” since the start of the coronavirus pandemic; and shorting the economy and whatnot… Bob is still very much your sugar daddy…

#Jily #jily fanfiction #Lily Evans #James Potter #jple #lejp but anyway #p.s. I still wait for you #angst #with a happy ending #?? #jilychallenge #jilychallenge 2023 #better late than never! #I will post to ao3 #soon

[queerstake]

Happy New Year, Queerstake!

Happy 2024! I'm excited to jump into this new year with everyone and I hope we can all continue to build our community and uplift each other! In the interest of fostering the study of queer theology and coming together to support each other, I thought it might be fun if we took advantage of Come Follow Me this year and took some time each week to study the Book of Mormon together with an eye for our unique experiences as queer Mormons.

I'm excited to hear back from you all!

-Logan

#queerstake #tumblrstake #mormon #I'm terribly timeblind haha i meant to post this before yesterday #when CFM actually began #but unfortunately sometimes I just have to work around my own brain #better late than never!

[askdeserteagle]

On the uneventful day of November 12, 2012, as a 15-year-old sophomore in high school, during my math period, I doodled a pony in the margins of my notes. That afternoon, I went home, drew up a digital reference, and made a blog for her. I thought it’d be a fun thing to do in my free time.

I had no idea how important she’d become to me.

(The rest of my rambling reminiscence on the past decade is below the cut.)

Thank you all so much for 10 years of Ask Desert Eagle. I wouldn’t have lasted this long without you. Hope you will stick around!

The last decade has been... a lot. I mean, when you’re going from 15 years old to 25, a lot happens anyway--but I had a bit more going on than just growing pains. It’s why my update schedule suffered so much.

It is a very weird feeling to think about how someone could have grown up with my blog in the same way I did. 15 to 25 sounds like a lifetime, and it certainly felt that way. During my time in the ‘Tumblrpon’ community, I forged friendships that last to this day, and many more that I’ve since drifted away from or lost contact with, but remember fondly. I experienced the death of a friend for the first time; rest in peace, Rusty Nail. I graduated high school. I graduated college. I moved out. And now I’m here.

The glory days of Tumblrpon are over, that much is evident, but I’m glad I was here during them. I’m likely never going to get more eyes on this comic than I did back then. I have no idea how many of you 5,300 people are still around! I would understand if you weren’t; a maximum of two years between pages is a very long time. I harbor a lot of guilt over maintaining possibly the worst webcomic update schedule I’ve ever seen. What an achievement!

Surprisingly, though, I’m not blaming myself as hard as I used to. I used to think it was my fault; that I was lazy, or that I just wasn’t diligent enough to work on such a long-lasting project. But then I started getting treated for ADHD. Turns out, I was tired. I was tired for so, so long. There was a layer of fog on my brain I didn’t even know was there, less hours in the day than anyone else because of my energy levels. I’ve been forcing myself out of bed at noon for my entire adult life and now I don’t even need an alarm to be up at 8 am. That’s crazy!! It’s like magic!! If all this sounds relatable to you, talk to a psychiatrist! It could change your life.

The problem isn’t 100% fixed, of course; my chronic illnesses do still affect my life, but this is the closest I’ve felt to being a normal, functioning human being in more than a decade, and I very much hope the effect lasts.

Because--unsurprisingly--I still feel deeply for this story and I want to see it through. I thought I’d lose interest eventually, but I haven’t. My love for Deagle has endured years of burnout, self-esteem issues, and guilt about my update speed, and come out unscathed. So I figured at this point it’s safe to say I’m probably not going to change? Like, it’s been a decade. So many people have moved on... but I’m still here. What’s a few--perhaps several--more years to complete this comic? I’m game if you are.

I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. See you next page. :)

#ask desert eagle #mlp oc #mlp comic #mlp ask blog #ten years. wow. #i was attempting to complete this the day of the 12th but you know how it goes #better late than never! #yes the hieroglyphs mean something. yes i am insane

[kakuusei]

CELEBRATING INUKAG WEEK 2022  @inukag-week

Day 6: Teasing 😂 (and more!)

#inuyasha #inuyashaedit #inukag week #inukag #kagome higurashi #sango #miroku #shippo #my edit #gifs #long post #better late than never! #it's not perfect but i tried...haha #😁

[spnowls]

AUaugust — Day 4: Coffee shop

#supernatural #spn #spn fanart #auaugust #destiel #spnowls #better late than never! #I'll probably post the next ones with a delay too