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Mt. St. Helens, 1975
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finnnothuman · 4 months
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My before pics, 187 days until summer, grind time 😤
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wrylu · 3 months
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forced myself to draw for the valentines stuff
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trashpocket · 1 year
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nancy’s type is being into dorks 🥺💖
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wolfstargazer · 3 months
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Jan 15 - Before - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 287
Before he had managed to compartmentalise, to fool himself at least. But then he'd seen the map in Snape's hands and it had shattered everything.
Remus had been stunned to see the map again. The faded parchment, the means of so many adventures, confiscated and forgotten all those years ago.
All at once he was a boy again sitting on the floor of the dormitory, huddled over it, waiting for the coast to be clear.
Or trying desperately to conceal it when James had shoved it in his direction, trying to avoid the prying eyes of teachers and students alike.
In the days after Remus had taken it he had spent hours staring at it, watching the spidery writing of the names of current students and teachers bloom and fade across the parchment. It was a constant feature, open on the desk in front of him in between lessons, spread across the bed in the small apartment he'd been allocated when he'd returned to teach.
But try as he might to will them into appearing Remus couldn't conjure the names of his former friends onto the page.
Then one night the map finally revealed its secret. The sun was sinking low outside his window, the ghost of a full moon hidden behind the mountains. The Wolfsbane was abandoned in its glass, undrunk, forgotten in the instant he saw the name Peter Pettigrew appear...
Twelve years of regret and longing surged through him, a flutter in his stomach, a tightness in his chest, obliterating the sense and reason Remus clung to to give shape and meaning to his world.
And then another name bled into the parchment, black against buff, revealing itself at the edge of the map, changing everything.
Sirius Black.
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lulublack90 · 3 months
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Prompt 15 - Before
@wolfstarmicrofic January 15, word count 974
It was the day of the full moon. Remus, had slept for most of the morning but was determined to get to his afternoon lessons. He ached all over. Some of his rib bones kept flexing painfully as though getting ready for later that night. Sirius had come and collected him for lunch. After they had double potions. Remus didn’t particularly like potions, but Lily had agreed to do most of the work, letting Remus sit at the desk and read out the instructions to her or chop the next ingredients. 
The room felt insanely hot for some reason this lesson. It wasn’t long before Remus had a splitting headache. Everything was too loud. He couldn’t seem to filter anything out. Every little sound found its way to his ears. He could hear Peter nibbling on the end of his quill. Mulciber scratching his arse, and Snivillius sniffed repeatedly as he refused to use a tissue. 
He was clammy and feeling very nauseous. He wanted to leave so badly, but he had to be careful not to draw attention to how often he was ‘ill’. 
He felt a gust of cool air begin blowing over him. He closed his eyes and sighed. He opened them again and looked around the room trying to find the source. Sirius winked at him, his wand in his hand. Remus was suddenly overcome with emotion and had to look up at the stone ceiling to keep the tears from flooding down his cheeks. 
“You doing ok, Remus?” Lily whispered. She knew about his furry little problem and would constantly check on him on the run-up to the full moon. He nodded slowly at her, not wanting to move too quickly in case he was sick.
Eventually, the lesson was over. Lily had successfully brewed their Befuddlement draught with almost no help from Remus and now there was only dinner to go before he went to the hospital wing.
“You go ahead. I’ll catch up in a minute.” He told Sirius as he packed his things away. 
“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting for you.” Sirius said full of concern. 
“No, it’s fine. You guys go eat. I’m probably not going to have much anyway. Plus, my head hurts. I’m going to need a minute before I can deal with the Great Hall.” Remus winced as someone scraped a stool across the floor. Sirius reached out and squeezed his hands. 
“Okay, I’ll make a plate up for you for when you’re ready.” Sirius grabbed his things and followed the others out of the classroom. 
Remus followed soon after, relishing in the coolness of the corridors. He was just debating whether it would be better if he went straight to the hospital wing instead of dealing with the Great Hall when he found himself being cornered by Snape and his cronies. He must have wandered down the wrong corridor on his way back up to the main part of the castle. He really wasn’t in the mood for this. 
“Aww been abandoned Lupin? Have your little pals finally had enough of you?” Snape sneered at him. Remus let his wand slip down into his hand from his holster. Mulciber and Avery were still chortling at Snape’s not-so-funny retorts.
“Piss off Snape. Haven’t you got anything better to do, like washing your hair maybe?!” Remus growled, narrowing his eyes as hatred flooded his veins. This close to the full moon the anger came easily. Sparks shot out of his fingers, he just wanted to be left alone. 
They swarmed him, pressing him further into a corner. He was trapped. More sparks shot from his fingers. Mulciber shoved him into the wall sending spikes of pain through his body. He started shaking. He wasn’t in control of his magic anymore, one more hit and he’d explode. His eyes darted around looking for a way out.
“Gods, you are a lunatic aren’t you Lupin?” Snape snarled at him. “What are you going to do lunatic? There’s three of us, don’t think you’re going to make it out.” Remus tried to push past Mulciber but he slammed him back. Remus cried out in pain. He barely stopped his magic from blasting out into the Slytherins. 
“Well, well, Snivillus. And what exactly do you think you’re doing to our Moony?” Sirius appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the wall and buffing his nails on his robes. “Petrificus totalus.” He said lazily, pointing his wand at Muliciber. Not even waiting for him to hit the floor before he repeated the spell on Avery. He turned his attention to Remus. 
“You alright, Moony?” He asked, completely ignoring Snape. Remus shook his head. He could feel his magic wrapping around himself. He needed to get to the shack, away from the other students.       
“Sirius, I need you to get me out of here before I hex someone.” Hex was putting it lightly, but Sirius knew the signs of Remus’s magic explosions. 
“Okay, come on, let’s get going.” He held out a hand that he knew Remus wouldn’t take, but it was a gesture to get him moving.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Snape screamed after them. Sirius didn’t even turn around. He shot the spell over his shoulder as he kept an eye on Remus limping next to him. Snape fell to the ground in a full body-lock curse. 
“Sirius, I need to get rid of this magic before I explode.” Remus held up a hand, showing the blue threads wrapping themselves around his fingers and disappearing up his sleeves. Sirius nodded, still not touching him. 
“We’ll get you to the shack, and then I’ll help you get rid of it.” Remus nodded. His whole body shaking. Just a little longer, he kept telling himself. Just hold on a little longer before you let it go.  
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wiirocku · 5 months
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Isaiah 52:10 (NLT) - The LORD has demonstrated His holy power before the eyes of all the nations. All the ends of the earth will see the victory of our God.
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unlikelytrashcreation · 5 months
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I did a scetch !! Me and an @banana-zim are doing some colabotive stuff and I’m supper exited for it! But hear is a scetch of bananas and @mybrainisbigpoop s boys and my boys (probley marking crooked deals that result in life ruining injury)
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rrrick · 1 month
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Tomatoes, day 1
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emblazons · 11 months
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cut because I still remember that anon that said they prefer my fencesitting LMFAO
We as a people really need to spend some time with our byler elders (@kaypeace21 and co) because I promise you they figured out Mike was gay years before the "uppity" analysts of today did....and have pulled out / contextualized evidence even I think is crazy to read considering it was based on S3 alone 😂
Like? The fact that someone, arguably the strongest of the analysts of the fandom in their day, was writing “why I think Mike is gay and not Bi” and "what Mike said was projection of him not liking girls" in August 2019 with shit word for word bar for bar telling you the framework that brought us S4 Mike…friend you were a prophet before your time, and they maligned u for telling the truth, and now that we all see your vision people still think its debatable LMAO
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momentsbeforemass · 7 months
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Before anything has happened
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Today’s Gospel is the centurion’s prayer. We say a version of it at every Mass. “Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof.”
It starts with humility. And then it goes somewhere unexpected.
“But only say the word and my servant shall be healed.”
A simple, powerful prayer. A prayer that reveals a soul completely at peace with God.
Not because this is one of the classic prayers – this prayer appears nowhere else in the Bible.
Not because of who is praying it – this isn’t coming from one of the Apostles or some holy person. This is being prayed by a Roman soldier.
It reveals a soul that is completely at peace with God, because of how it is prayed and when it is prayed. It is being prayed with the complete confidence of someone who understands that this is as good as done.
Before anything has happened.
That is the secret of this prayer – of its peace and of its power.
Because the only way to have that complete confidence is to do what the centurion has done. To turn everything over to God. Trusting all of it wholly and completely to God.
Not just saying that he trusts God. And then scrambling to grab it back from God. Like you and I do.
The centurion is actually turning the whole thing over to God. And leaving it in God’s hands.
Because the centurion trusts God, he can let go. And it shows.
You can see it in a prayer that reveals him to be at peace. In a prayer that shows his complete confidence in God.
Before anything has happened.
Because the centurion knows the simple truth – if it’s in God’s hands, it’s a good as done.
Today, follow the centurion’s lead. Move away from fear and worry and stress and anger.
Rest in the peace and power that can only come from actually trusting God with everything. Including you.
Let your prayers reflect the simple truth – if it’s in God’s hands, it’s as good as done.
Today’s Readings
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toadlilyaus · 29 days
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First attempt at black and white painting and a small preview of things to come 💖🐦‍⬛🥍
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justtuesdays · 6 months
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moodboard: antoine
“my dad was right— sometimes, our heart knows a person before we do.”
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spacearcheratready · 2 years
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more on the topic of Cas having a spinnable halo
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jakes3resin · 4 days
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Trying to decide the look I wanna give Bucky in Biker AU. Cause the gifset that inspired Biker AU, Callum/Bucky had short hair and was cleanshaven. Which would fit in the Bucky left everything behind to be there for his kid narrative I have set up, and in doing so, he cut off very vital parts of himself (hair, mustache, and Buck) but also...
How am I supposed to wax poetic about Bucky's soft curls when there are no curls to wax poetic about :( waxing poetic about his hair is a very vital part of my writing process! Granted, I could always have him grow them back, but I would still miss his curls :(
Off the rails Bucky would have longer hair, the kind you get when you stop caring about it and skip cutting it for months and months because it's too much effort. They'd be a sign of his spiral. If they grew too long, say to his shoulders, then Gale would probably sit him down to trim them once he noticed, but it's definitely a big halo around his head that he does nothing to tame. His curls would be wild and not styled as he goes wild. I really like the image of him riding a motorcycle without a helmet as his curls get ruffled by the wind. Very out of control but still Bucky, you know?
On the run Bucky would have immediately shaved all of his curls off. To me that just fits him so well. There was no saving them really, considering he hadn't taken care of them in his depressive spiral. He shaves off his mustache too because he wants to see a different person in the mirror. You know the idea that hair holds memories? Bucky definitely believes that, so shaving his hair would be cutting off all of the negative shit he's running from. Growing back his hair would mean he's willing to be the old Bucky again, so instead he keeps cutting it short. That's the Bucky that shows up on Curt's doorstep.
I'm putting too much thought into this lol, there's a reason my Curls Fic is my favorite MOTA fic I've written as it let me think and write about his curls for days.
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cosmicangelicsworld · 11 months
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Hey (:
Im currently on my journey to enter the void state/manifest the life I deserve.
If you are too, and sometimes need a bit of support and a bit of motivation, let’s be that for each other !
I want to create a groupchat with around 5-10 people to cheer other up and celebrate with each other.
Dm if you’re interested.
Reblogging would help me out a lot plz ! <3
GROUPCHAT HAS BEEN MADE ALREADY. No more people will be added, sorry :(
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