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batcavescolony · 4 months

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Some of you are expecting show Percy to act like the Last Olympian Percy or Son of Neptune Percy. "why can't he use his powers?" He's hasn't them learned yet. "Why aren't their epic battle scenes?" He has no training. "Why is he so under powered" he's not at that level yet! Percy in the show didn't have a Luke training montage, he doesn't really know how to properly use a sword. He spent like what a week or so at camp? What do you want him to be OP right out of the gate?The second he knows he's has water powers to master them? You need to wait, he needs to progress and get more confidence. Then he'll get better and be able to fight and use his powers.

#pjo #pjo series #pjo spoilers #pjo show #batcavescoloy watches the PJO tv show #batcavescolony watches #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #pjo tv spoilers #pjo fandom #its character progression. hes gotta walk before he can run #i saw somone say they hated the pjo show because their are no fight scenes and that Harry Potter had fight scenes.....#harry wasnt preforming crazy feats of magic in the first half of the first movie WHICH IS WHERE WE ARE IN THE PJO SHOW! we're in the first #half of the first season. theirs no epic fight sequences because percy doesn't know how to fight yet. im sure at the end of the season when #he gets confidence and more fights under his belt and in the other seasons when he's older the fights scenes will get better #and you know damn well people would be saying percy is a mary sue or too OP if he started using his powers and fighting perfectly the secon #he found out he was a demigod. like give him time to cook.#........#you're eating flower expecting it to be cake.

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57sfinest · 1 year

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also yall we need to step back from the harryvision and understand that kim, at his core, is a loser (affectionate) like everyone else. so much out there wants to portray him as limitless patience, great cook, super organized, good handwriting, nice tasteful living quarters etc and that's fun to contrast him to harry but well i am here to RUIN that we need to take off the du bois glasses and appreciate kim for the weirdguy that he is. he has horrific fits of road rage and harry genuinely fears for his life riding along with him and witnessing the generational curses this man is capable of unleashing upon the stupid little fucks that cut him off on the 8/81. he has never had the time or space or budget to learn to cook so he lives off deli sandwiches and butter noodles and the occasional grab-and-go fruit. he writes so much so frequently with such awful handwriting that he has invented a new form of shorthand and the moralintern is contacting him to create a cipher system for them. he has no resources to furnish and maintain a nice flat so it's like a slightly gentrified r/malelivingspace but with a table for his sewing machine and there's scrap fabric and thread and half-pinned half-hemmed pants strewn about the place. there are absolutely a bunch of shitty mockups of his old wirral character in the backs of his notebooks and he hasn't played it in years but if he ever picks it back up then his minmax high int high dex definitely-not-a-self-insert sidhe artificer is READY. everyone add your weirdguy kim thoughts NOW 👇

#the 'kim is so cool and confident etc' illusion shatters the moment martinaise is over and harry knows him outside of the one case #harry will be starry eyed about him for a long time regardless. but harry knows More now #harry like kim i dont know how to cook for myself please help :(#kim comes over. they attempt a dinner. the vegetables turn out undercooked but burnt somehow. the pasta is limp.#the chicken gives them food poisoning.#'are you... bad at cooking?' harry asks. kim pulls the eyebrow. they drop the conversation and harry never asks again #harry decides to try out wirral with a local group and tells kim. kim goes full nerd mode #kim walks him through character creation and gives him a full rules rundown from memory #introduces him to the prominent ttrpg settings and lore. it's a literal 8 hour conversation #at the end of it kim says 'and that's the basics' and harry gives him a Look and kim is like ah. i may have told on myself a bit there.#anyway that ends in harry DEMANDING to see kim's wirral character #kim (embarrassed) (proud of his character) (ashamed) (really wants to talk about his character) (needs help with backstory details)#anyway they end up workshopping their characters together.#kim at the end is like 'hm maybe your guy can be in mine's backstory' and harry goes '😣👉👈 is this first base...'#kiwipost #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi

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delineate-creates · 10 months

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With the recent DDOS attack on AO3, I’ve seen some people sharing epubs of the fics they’ve downloaded. I’m a BIG fan of downloading fics — not just for situations like these, but for the pure fun and convenience of it! I love highlighting and making notes for all my favorite parts, and if the mood strikes me, I’ll even bust out Calibre and transfer them to my kindle with their own little custom covers.

The day before my last big road trip, I decided to do some very quick cover art for a few fics I had in my downloads. I wasn’t originally planning on posting them, but I thought maybe if someone else had saved these fics recently, then they might wanna use them too. These are all tomarry and all fantastic! ☺️

Fics pictured:

Kisses Cursed by @paper-ramblings

What Souls Are Made Of by Emeralds_and_Lilies

Lover’s Spit by @pinktom and @k3uuu (note the content warnings but PLEASE god read this one!!!! 😭)

***If any of you authors actually prefer not to have your fics downloaded, please let me know and I’ll edit this post. Don’t wanna step on any toes! 🖤***

#harry potter #tom riddle #tomarrymort #tomarry #my art #fanart #cover art #fic rec #please ignore the unpolished parts 🥸#um. I also…maybehavemoreartforthesefics #BUT they’re not done #still cooking #so authors I hope you don’t mind me tagging you again if I post more at some point #I just like to give credit to the originals when I post my stuff so I can spread the love 🫶#and if you’ve gotten comments from Karah_needs_a_life then that’s me and I’m SO sorry for going feral

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cherry-pop-elf · 4 months

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“Cherry……I think we should just stick you with cooking, instead of baking.”

“Aw man. I just wanted to make cookies like Mr. Weasley : (“

Oc, and guess Oc belong to @arrozconlecheeee and guess appearance of Cherry’s partner @carmello-matcha

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thefangirlofhp · 7 months

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3. wearing each other’s clothes

“Are-you-kidding-me?!”

Each syllable was punctuated with a feather-pillow thump of frustration landing right over the sleeping boy buried in the folds of comfortable bedding and the dormitory mattress that Elain has discovered to be disturbingly personalized and ultimate. One of the things she’s trying to make her peace with is the uniqueness of the Ravenclaw Tower, with its frustratingly snobby doorknob and its gorgeous Common Room. Nuala did not think twice about immediately pointing Elain towards the boys dormitory, having long-since given up on the idea of getting said boy up for classes.

“Okay! Okay! Okay! Stop it, I’m up!” Azriel shouts, his hand shooting out to fend off the pillow Elain clutches tightly in her hands. She gives his head another smack for good measure, watches his jet-black hair flop with the assault and stand all over.

“How are you still asleep?!” she shouts back, his dorm room empty but for him as his classmates are already downstairs halfway through their breakfast. “You’ve got a test in fifteen minutes and you were asleep before dinner last night!”

A muffled grunt escapes her friend, who drags his blanket over his head.

“Oh no you don’t!” Elain yanks off the bedding, who has much experience getting stubborn sleep-loving people out of beds (if anyone could get Nesta up in the morning, she was such person) much to his chagrin. “I don’t believe this. Get your arse up this instant, Azriel Shadowsinger!”

He groans, curling into himself and then when it does nothing, he gives a frustrated shout.

“Who made you a clock?” he mutters, sitting up in bed, fixing her with a wild-eyed gaze and a puffy face.

“Merlin but you’re impossible, so you are,” she replies, grasping her hips. “Get moving into that bathroom before I give you a shower right here and now with ice-cold water.”

He blinks impassively at her. “You don’t know how to do that yet.”

Elain grits her teeth, her knuckles whitening over her hips. “Try me and I’ll get really motivated to learn. You’ve got five minutes to get dressed.”

To his credit, he does eventually get to his feet, not before shooting her a scathing glare, and when the bathroom door snaps shut behind him, it takes him all of a minute and a half to come back out with sharp-eyes and drenched black hair plastered to his head, water soaking the collar of his t-shirt.

“I can’t believe you’re that daft,” she remarks, shivering at the mere thought of the ice-cold water on her own head. Azriel shrugs, grabs a towel and rubs his head furiously. She prefers to wake an hour early to beat her dormmates to the hot water, to allow her hair adequate time to dry and her body to wake up of its own accord—shocking it into wakefulness is not something she’s ever considered doing. “I brought you toast.”

“Thanks,” he mutters from the midst of his self-inflicted tornado. “Can you put my stuff in the bag?”

“Sure,” she turns her back while he tugs on dry clothes and his shoddy uniform, crosses over to his sidetable overflowing with books and parchment scrolls that the house-elves of the school have long since learned not to touch—in a way, it is the picture-perfect image of a Ravenclaw student, who are renown amongst the wizarding world for being brainy twits obsessed with books and smartness. After befriending a few Ravenclaws, Elain’s realized that though each individual is a bizarre unique phenomenon, they’re all obsessive idiots hyper-fixated on a matter of their interest and without the common sense to be found in a hen. Still, not people Elain would ever want to be on the bad side of. They’re the sort of people who will go far in life, and it’s nice to have friends in such places.

Where Azriel will end up, though, is a question up for grabs. No-one can fathom if it’s a cold cell in Azkaban or as Minister for Magic; both are entirely probable. Wherever he ends up, Elain is sure it will be something worth witnessing. For now, if he isn’t downstairs in ten minutes, he’s going to end up doing remedial Transfiguration over the winter break and Elain cannot have her personal encyclopedia fall back.

Oh, but the books are a depressing sight to bear, for students meant to be having their noses buried in their textbooks and relevant sources. Elain’s eye twitches as she beholds a worn down hardcover first-edition of Bodies of Water and The Wowza Discoveries That Wizards Uncovered In Their Murky Depths that was likely never scheduled for a re-print. A brief glance at the list of students who’d ever checked the book out of the school library confirms Elain’s hypothesis that no-one would ever read it. Everyone except Azriel who has found it to be a riveting read, it seems. What with the pages full of notes.

She sighs. Stacks the non-textbooks up and puts quills and ink-bottles in his schoolbag, hunts around for his actual school textbooks and oh, of course, finds them discarded under his bed. His Charms book has actual dust on it.

And the fucker somehow was a top-scoring student.

“Look, I know you’re a gifted brilliant genius and all—”

“They mean the same,” he mutters under his breath and she has to count to five before going on.

“—but you really need to start paying attention to your studies,” she buttons the flap on the bag, brushes off a leaf stuck to the material and turns round. “Natural intelligence will get you far in life, but in school it’s not about cleverness. It’s about figuring out the patterns, the high-yield information and being smart enough to know what to memorize for exams. I know you don’t care for them, but they do determine your future, Az.”

His wide hazel eyes blink back owlishly at her, black hair ruffled wild atop his head and his scarred fingers making a sorry knot of his blue and bronze tie. “Yeah,” he replies quickly. “I know.”

“Wowza Discoveries, Az?” she softly recounts. “Really?”

“I’ll have you know it’s a riveting read,” he points firmly at her. “You can’t judge books by their covers—or titles.”

“I just think it says more about the person picking up a book with ‘wowza’ in the title than the actual book itself,” she replies.

“Whatever,” he scoffs, holding out his hand into which she dumps the bag by the strap and he shrugs onto his shoulder. “How’d you get in here anyway?”

“My feet,” she replies smartly, following him out the dormitory.

“Funny,” he snorts. “Got past the doorknob did you?”

“Excuse me, I take offense!” she yelps, crossing the expanse of the Common Room. “People outside your stupid house do have brains, you know?”

He shoots her a sharp meaningful look as he pushes . “I’m just saying, the doorknob’s existential crises lasted for weeks after your little stint about evolution and accusing it of being outdated and irrelevant.”

“I just meant the riddles it asks are stupid,” she mutters. “‘What comes first, the chicken or the egg?’ my arse. The egg actually did. The egg was a bird that evolved into a chicken. And I just as much hate that ‘a circle has no beginning’ line. Stupid doorknob.”

“You nearly made it gain consciousness,” Azriel laughs. “Professor Silver had to reset the charm on the thing which no one ever had to do since the school was made.”

Elain busies herself with brushing her hair behind her ears and adjusting her bag over her shoulder.

“Thanks for waking me up, by the way,” Azriel pipes up as they descend the staircase of the third floor. “I probably would have gotten up in time, but thanks still.”

“You really wouldn’t have,” Elain snipes back.

He grins. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have.”

“Don’t you—don’t you actually care about putting in an effort?” she pries hesitantly, finding their academic gap tricky waters to navigate without sounding like a jealous sourpuss. She does get frustrated by their difference, sure, that the three hours of effort she’d put in studying for a test he needs only quarter an hour of mild reading. Or that while she is pacing the length of the courtyard in breaks trying to get her mind to remember different potions ingredients, Azriel is napping somewhere or practicing Quidditch with his team and still he ends up as one of the top five in their year. Elain is entirely convinced he’d have come out first last year, fourth year, if he hadn’t forgotten about the five whole units they were told to revise in History of Magic and still his freakish memory had saved the day and if word is to be believed then the couple of points he lost were because the arse fell asleep in the exam and missed a word in the question.

But she’s more curious, and infatuated with this secret method of his.

“Sure, I do,” he replies. “I just soak in a lot of information, most of it not academically related, granted. But I can’t help that my attention constantly drifts. I just let my mind take me where it takes me.”

“Fascinating,” she nods, skipping the last two steps and landing with a heavy thud on her soles.

“You mean to tell me you can tell your mind to just focus on something and it does?” he demands. “Merlin’s balls, it’s like wrestling with an angry bull up here,” he taps his temple. “What’d I give to have the mindpower for that.”

“Some people would give their firstborn for your mind,” she reminds him.

“Oh, but how the other half lives.”

“Twat,” she laughs, rounding a corner that brings them to the Great Hall. A violent autumn breeze sharply whips into the corridor through the front doors, one that makes her own bones shiver and forces her to bend her knees to stay in place. Azriel squeezes a stabling hand over her shoulder, squinting his eyes against the beating wind, damp hair whipping back in the current.

“You’re going to die from a cold,” she decrees as the breeze dies down, what with the idiot not wearing neither a sweater nor a scarf.

“‘m fine, come on,” he tugs her towards the grand staircase that would take them to their first class of the day and their aforementioned test. Elain digs her heels into the ground, at which he huffs and stops as well.

“Here,” she unwinds her neatly wrapped scarf from around her neck and slings it around his own considerably longer one. “You can’t be an idiot in Ravenclaw. It doesn’t look good for your house.”

“If I keep it on will you drop it?” He asks from behind the knit yellow and black wool.

“Yes.”

“Fine,” he mutters, tugging it away from his skin but nonetheless slinging the longer tail over his shoulder. “I’ve a test to flunk.”

“Liar,” she chirps back, following him towards the classroom.

And sure enough, the next day when their marked tests were handed back and Elain twisted in her seat upfront to catch Azriel’s eyes from the back of the classroom, he held up an unfolded scroll with an almost annoyed red A+ scribbled in the corner and mouthed I was wrong at her. She rolls her eyes for good measure, but turns back to her own scroll and the exhilarating A marking it.

Sure, cleverness gets one far but so does hardwork and effort.

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even-disco-baby · 1 year

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LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — The firelight softens Lilienne’s harsh edges. She seems to bleed into the village itself. It is made of her, and she is made of it.

CUNO — The boy practically stuffs himself to the gills with spiced broth and soft bread from your own hearth. His normally sallow cheeks are flush with the warmth.

WASHERWOMAN — Isobel’s wizened face breaks into a sunbeam smile. Her hand still rests on your sleeve, and when she leans into you to catch her breath, you lean in to meet her without a moment’s thought.

INLAND EMPIRE — You are finally, *finally* looking into the true face of your god.

#disco elysium #harry du bois #lilienne carter #cuno de ruyter #isobel sadie #ok this one is like so short and devoid of context but u know what it’s fine. that’s literally what i made this blog for #anyway here’s how bad end harry can still win—#something something love is a religion to harry #but the divine thing he’s searching for is so much simpler than he thinks #which is to say. shoutout to all the meals i’ve cooked for my friends this year #i am not religious but it’s. yeah. yeah

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kingsmint · 7 months

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AWWW MAN THIS IS WHOLESOME :((((

#kingsman #harry hart #eggsy #this bitch can cook oh my god #kingsman novel

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emilycollins00 · 10 months

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Tagged by my lovelies @a3hihi and @hqissodelicate for the last song I listened to! I was getting ready so I tend to select ones that are danceable to wake up asdfg also fun fact this is one of those songs coca-cola used for their ads!

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Tagging!: @athelari (the fact that you were the first on my mind bc it's music related asdfgk love it) @omi-my-beloved, @galaxystar17, @last-runway, @macaronnya, @birdyies, @7-oh-ta1, @taruruchi, @primeministerofantarctica, @taichissu, @soliioquising and @thechavanator if you would like to, no pressure!💕

#once i understand how to shorten long posts without deleting the prior reblogs is over for everyone/j #gotta say i really enjoyed prev reblogs! hanasaki high is such a bop and can put anyone in a good mood #and the harry style one im so honest im gonna add it to my cooking playlist bc i enjoyed it a lot!#great taste both of u as expected (and honestly everyone prior) <3 #tag games #Youtube

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mastersoftheair · 1 year

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some screencaps from the trailer. if you’ve been following this blog, you may recognize some faces (callum turner as john “bucky” egan, austin butler as gale “bucky” cleven, harry ames as august gaspar, james murray as neil “chick” harding, branden cook as alexander jefferson, nathen solley as john hoerr, ben radcliffe as john brady, jon-paul bell as john burgin, darragh cowley as glenn graham, tim preston as robert speas, and max hastings as kenneth allen). see if you can spot them!

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