#houseplant unicorn work

[houseplant-unicorn]

Ryuji's been dyeing his hair for every week of pride month!

This week it's Blue!

Links to prev posts Pink(1) Green(2) Purple (3)

#persona 5 #ryuji sakamoto #best boi #pride month 2023 #dyed hair #blue hair #icon #houseplant unicorn work #houseplant unicorn post

[overgrownmoon]

i watched shunk's 3 hour mlp:fim review of every episode and im going so pony mode

while i never completed the show and am not active in the fandom, i have a soft spot for ponies. i watched it until season 5 and loved it during my late elementary - middle school years. i eventually outgrew it, but it was a solid show that i remember fondly.

so heres my ponysona, updated for 2023; officially and not just a random sketch this time!

oc lore dumb below:

luminary is a unicorn/batpony hybrid. they can't fly, but is able to do magic just as well as any other unicorn. their talent is somewhere between making art and studying astronomy; theyre able to bend starlight to project accurate 3d maps of the celestial sphere, which they then transcribe into artful star guides. i imagine them beaming light out of their horn like a projector to create a beautiful, hyper-accurate hologram of the sky.

how is this ability useful outside of making astronomy textbooks? well, they can bend the light of other light-emitting objects to make projections; for example, a city, or the sun. the art part is all them, though; when you can make super accurate maps on demand, making them look pretty becomes the fun part.

unfortunately, without a map constantly at their side, they can't navigate at all and are notorious for getting lost. they have eye-bags from staying up all night, painstakingly transcribing the stars every night and creating their art pieces, so they're functionally nocturnal if it weren't for the fact that other ponies are usually awake at night. finding them asleep on a park bench surrounded by groceries is not an uncommon sight.

overall, lumi is a friendly face when theyre not shut away focusing on their work. they genuinely love company and being with others, they just really like working on one project for 3-4 days in a row in order to get it done. then they crash. rinse and repeat.

their wings are fully functional, but small, and they don't possess any flight magic in order to get in the air. they use their wings like extra limbs to carry stuff, or to emote and be expressive. their fangs are from the bat-pony side; they also eat fish, as well as fruits and veggies. sushi pony.

unfortunately, they also have buck teeth, so that buck-fang combo gives them a terrible speech impediment. they also tend to speak very fast, so understanding them can be an issue. remind them to slow down and breathe, and they'll gladly make sure you can understand them fine.

terrible vision. cannot see anything without their glasses. they can't see in the dark as well as a regular bat pony, either. this can get in the way of their passion, but thats why they keep a huge stock of candles and lanterns on-hoof at all times. theyre a bit obsessed with light sources, actually; like a moth to flame. their house is covered in candles, string lights, various designs of lanterns, and novelty lamps.

yea, theyre a bit of a hoarder. not just lights, but also books, blankets, houseplants, and just tons of memorabilia and trinkets that they saw and liked. being in their house feels like being in a swap meet or flea market.

ok thats the pony bye

#clownponderings #mlp oc #ponysona #mlp art

[marebear-and-her-digidiary]

November 2023 Goals Update

Extra long this month, very busy month and it's not even over but I thought I'd get this together early!

2023 Goals

Recurring:

Pilates/workout(use the mats and equipment you own!!!) - No

Grow out my hair!! No dying, cutting or heat tools.- ❌

Get outside to stargaze once a week.- Yes!! Getting colder now though so it'll be the end of this! Just getting out for the big lunar events for the rest of the year!

Tasks:

Read 9 books- 4/9 complete!! I have not much inspiration on my bookshelf right now. I might just go ahead and re-read my fav!

Get my G2!- ❌ I cancelled it, I'm just not in a good place to do it. Hoping to get it done by the end of next year though! I got time hehe, this was added as a maybe for this year!

Play Persona 5 Tactica- Working on it, it's good but I'm feeling so underwhelmed with it tbh.

Play Star Ocean 2 Remake- ✅ DONE!! We got the platinum trophy too 😎

Complete:

Finish bathroom walls- ✅

Organise the craft room closet- ✅

Get the mending pile in order!! ✅

Complete one model kit- ✅

Get two more houseplants- ✅ 7- String of Hearts variegated and normal, String of Turtles, String of Pearls, Pearls and Jade pothos, mini Rubber plant, neon pothos

Sew two staple garments-✅ 

Organisational systems for each room (making fabric bins and other things!)- ✅

Play Dead Space Remake- ✅

Highlights:

Turned 24!! I'm so ready to keep ageing and moving forward. I feel the happiest and most secure in myself than I have felt in years. This year has been really embracing the multiple facets that make me “me”. I'm so excited for this decade, there's many big life events to come and I'm just so happy for all of the progress I've made and how I can be the best version of myself now and for my future. 

Painted the bathroom door beige! Next year I’d love to touch up the pink paint in the bathroom and work on the kitschy forest mural pieces! I wanna add more purple/red/browns in there!!

I started a new creative project with a local friend! So excited to see what we make together.

Switched up the living room curtains to the white and lavender floral ones and it's so bright and welcoming there! I can't wait to have guests over to show them hehehehe

I stocked up on a bit of makeup, clothing, and, Lush hair bar products again, love them!!

I had Cristal for the first time!! We had a bottle gifted to us and ugh I've been spoiled, it's so good!

Christian got me a copy of the sewing book that taught me much of what I know today! So happy to look at my bookshelf and have small chunks of the books that I read over and over again.

Hubby also got me a brass mouse and a brass unicorn picture frame that were also my childhood decor pieces! I feel like my twenties so far have been collecting much of my favourite childhood decor pieces that I've lost over the years so my kids can have them! I can't wait until my future little ones can be able to grow up in a home with things I grew up with.

My in-laws got me a lava lamp(neon green wax and driftwood pattern base) and a pair of these really cute white knit embroidered half gloves for my birthday!

Sewing area was redone and cute as heck! I'm using my 1960s sewing table now and I loooove it.

I've been bonding with Coach Beard so much this month, I love my little Bearded Dragon friend so much hehehehe

I re-organized our china cabinet and it looks so nice! I'm so happy to have a row of books on top of the cabinet itself too!!

We had our car break down for the first time. We got a maintenance appointment to check things out! Not too worried, just gotta wait to find out more!

I've been working on my 2024 goal list! I've been working at separating my goals into different categories. I love having them listed by hobby and specific projects. I’m also adding some personal goals I'll have in my private journal! I've also been able to pull things specifically from my 5 year goals which feels great! I've been able to check off goals from the long term goal list over the past few years and I'm so excited to build onto it and recognize the progress I've made these past few years. Who would have thought the thing that has been suggested to me in therapy on and off for the past ten years would help me if I was consistent, LOL. These yearly goals have helped me find my footing and feel confident in my decisions and myself. I'm struggling with the decision to keep them on my blog next year though, but I still have time to decide! Only just over a month left of 2023 😁

#marebear 2023 #2023 goals

[annaizscribbling]

Yet another tiny Low Battery snippet. The end of the whole fic is a collection of tiny stories set after the main plot, and some of them can stand alone, and they’re just so sweet so

Remus and Logan bonding.

Can you tell I am a sucker for the sides just being family and supporting each other and dhalisfuailfgpyu

Heads up for some very slightly disturbing imagery, but nothing else I can think of. Mostly just comfort

Logan’s hands flew over the keys of his computer at a pace only few could match, but to him it was as natural as breathing. There was a slim blue pencil tucked behind one ear that he occasionally retrieved to scribble in the open spiral notebook beside him. He was sitting with perfect posture at his desk, now scattered with a few more gifts and knickknacks than before.

A little wooden crow, a pair of slim headphones, some colorful new stationary, a small unicorn plush, a delicate houseplant, and a few mugs that he needed to take back to the kitchen.

He gently lulled in his typing as a new puzzle emerged from the long documents he was editing. Logan’s head took the problem and spun it in his mind, letting it seep deeper as metaphorical gears turned and clicked.

Absently, he lifted the wooden crow to twirl and twist between his fingers as he pondered the issue. It had become a habit for him to fiddle with things, occupying his hands so his head could work. He often noticed Patton doing the same thing so maybe that’s where he got it from. The crow had become the trinket he played with the most.

Soft violin music padded the barren quiet of his often-desolate room, an idea he took from Roman and his own room, with its everlasting Disney covers that played continuously. It was almost always playing now, and it completed the room in his opinion. The golden lights, the hardwood floor, the small bookshelves filled with his favorite novels, it had just needed a creative touch to feel right. The tiny indulgence in the whimsical had made his dwelling more homelike.

Logan kept spinning the wooden crow in his hand, mind whirring steadily. One foot tapped rhythmically beneath the desk.

Then the solution struck him with the fervor of a bolt of lightning and a grin overtook him as he excitedly typed in the information. The rapid clicking of his sharp keys was as rewarding as a cash prize and the high of his small accomplishment fueled him steadily for some time, perhaps a few hours.

His tasks were being breezed through at a productive pace, his mind was being adequately engaged and stimulated, and he was confident that he’d have a day or two off at the end of the week.

It was then that his door creaked open, which was odd, as his door opened quite smoothly. Clunky boots stepped over the threshold without a word. The sharp scent of gasoline breezed into his space. The visitor’s clothes made an assortment of noises, the rough but light tulle and the decorations of his costume were distinct as always and Logan didn’t need to hear a voice to know who was there.

Logan looked up, then found himself looking into the dark chasm that was Remus’ purple bruised eyes.

They stared at each other in silence. Logan took the time to study the duke.

Remus’ teeth were tightly clenched together. His pale face was almost entirely blank. His usually lifeless eyes felt even hollower than normal. His long hands were limp by his sides, no longer buzzing and searching for mischief, no longer seeking to rip and claw at whatever they could find.

Something was wrong.

Logic adjusted his tie.

The darker counterpart of Creativity stared on with the warmth of a tundra.

Logan cleared his throat, “Remus, is there something I can do for you?”

No sign of thought crossed Remus’ features. He simply gazed at him with the dead eyes of a shark.

“Remus?” Logan tried once more, but once again received nothing. He supposed that today was not an easy one for the side, though usually Remus went to his brother for these things. He could summon Roman to handle it, but Remus came to him deliberately, and Remus didn’t make choices without knowing full well what would occur afterwards, he just preferred the most problematic outcome most of the time.

No, Logan decided to respect Remus’ choice. He would do what he could to assist him to the best of his ability.

Like most emotional dilemmas, Logan didn’t exactly have time to prepare for Remus’ arrival, and he hardly had much experience with distracting someone from the full force of an unchecked human psyche, but Logan was nothing if not persistent. He was also experienced at coming up with solutions on the spot, so after a few short seconds of thought, he had an idea.

“If you aren’t busy,” Logan began slowly. “Would you like to assist me in something? I can assure you that it isn’t anything very difficult.”

Remus blinked slowly, eyes unwaveringly fixed on the other side, who was still seated at his desk, now fiddling with the crow again.

Cautiously, Logan decided to take his silence as a positive and proceed. He turned his computer screen off and sat back in his chair. “Would you like to take a seat?”

No response again.

Typically, either Creativity would summon whatever furniture they needed with just a moment notice, but Remus did not seem to be in the mood for that. And though it took quite a bit more effort, Logan thought up a chair for the duke and brought it into existence beside his own office seat.

Summoning an item that large felt as if he had sprinted full speed around the block without pause, but Logan was pleased with the results. It was a simple, sleek, and comfortable looking leather office chair with a high back. He also made sure to include wheels on the bottom, as both twins tended to add those to their own creations.

“Would you like to sit down, Remus?” He offered with a gesture towards the new chair.

Remus crept forward after a minute of tense deliberating. He climbed into the chair and folded his legs beneath himself. He was still glaring aimlessly, and his jaw remained painfully taut.

Logan took the pencil from behind his ear as well as the open notebook from his desk. He extended both objects out to the duke, who accepted them wordlessly.

“Can you draw me something?” Logan asked easily. “It can be whatever you wish. I’ve been wanting to collect some sketches from you and Roman. Patton has been insisting that I decorate my desk some more, and I’d like to pin up some art on my corkboard.” He gestured above, where the large and mostly empty board was tacked to his wall.

A deep, low hum emitted from the duke and Logan wasn’t entirely sure about how he was to interpret it.

Logan gently reached for the pencil currently gripped in Remus’ fist. “You don’t have to draw if you aren’t feeling like it.” He offered and gave the pencil a small tug, but Remus did not release it.

“Alright,” Logan said. “Would you prefer a prompt? Or would you like to surprise me?”

A slow sigh was the only response he got, so Logan continued.

“Perhaps you could draw what’s on your mind? Or maybe something inspired by it.”

Remus didn’t move at first, but eventually, the gentle scratching sound of pencil led against paper began to join the soft classical music. The duke sat in an oddly twisted position with his dark eyes fixed on the paper.

After waiting and monitoring for a few minutes, Logan returned to his own work when Remus appeared to become mostly absorbed in his sketch. He typed as Remus drew and they lapsed into a comfortable quiet.

Logan was interrupted some 30 minutes later when he felt a sharp tug on the end of his tie where Remus had reached over, grabbed it, and licked it for no particular reason. Sure, he could have simply tapped him on the shoulder or spoken to get his attention, but Remus was unorthodox in even the smallest ways. Logic shook him off turned to look at him.

The notebook was thrust in front of Logan’s face, where he blinked and shook himself from his concentration. He gingerly took the paper to study the finished artwork.

The sketch was an intricate piece centering around Remus himself. It was almost disturbingly realistic, with his head being portrayed as splitting open down the side and leaking out a fog of twisted and stretched figures that faded into mist. It was grotesque, detailed, and truly tortured. The details and figures surrounding the edges of the pager were haunting and uncomfortably reminiscent of the side’s room.

Logan smiled at the darker side of creativity. “It’s impressive, Remus. May I keep it?”

Remus chewed on the pointed end of the blue pencil, “Yeah.” He mumbled around the led.

“Thank you very much.” He said as he stood and summoned a neon green tack to proudly pin the sketch to his corkboard.

When he sat back down, he softened, “How are you feeling?” He asked.

Remus shrugged, biting off a chunk of pencil. “Better.” He crunched down on the wood.

“Well, you’re free to go find someone else to spend time with, but you could continue drawing if you’d like.” Logan offered, as he had greatly enjoyed the quiet company

Remus nodded and lifted an arm, raising a full-sized couch beside where they were sitting. He stood up and stretched, his back made a chorus of unnatural pops and cracks as he did. He reached over and grabbed Logan by the back of his collar then sharply yanked him to his feet. Logan yelped but didn’t fight it.

“Only if you draw too.” He said flatly as he dragged Logan to the couch and pushed him onto it.

“Alright, alright.” Logan said begrudgingly, as if he didn’t actually welcome the break.

Remus sat down as well, using most of his body to pin Logic to where he couldn’t get up very easily. He shoved a pad of paper into his hands.

“Draw.” The duke ordered as he settled down, eyes closing comfortably like a cat who just found a patch of sunlight. Logan noted distantly that Remus rarely slept around them, but it seems as if that was the plan.

“I’m not much of an artist.” Logic pointed out as he twirled a new pencil between his fingers.

“Don’t care. If you don’t like it, just start over and let me eat the paper.” Remus mumbled with his eyes still closed.

Logan chuckled and propped himself up enough to see his notebook. “I’ll keep that in mind. Care to provide a prompt for me too?”

Remus opened his eyes lazily; his daggered teeth formed a sharp grin. “Rain.”

#remus sanders #logan sanders #anais writes #my writing #fanfiction #sander sides #thomas sanders

[accioavocados]

{ CHARACTER BIO; marcelina bloem-weasley} she’s proof that you can walk through hell and still be an angel.

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basic information

Full name: Marcelina Gravity Bloem Pronunciation: Mar-tse-lee-nuh Nickname(s) or Alias: Marcie, Marce Gender: Cis female Species: Half-blood witch (pureblood mother, half-blood father), metamorphmagus Age: 25 Birthday: February 14th Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Libra Rising Sexuality: Pansexual Nationality: She has a double Belgian and British citizenship – she moved to England when she was 11 Religion: Agnostic City or town of birth: Brussels, Belgium Currently lives: Cambridge, England w/ Reese Weasley Languages spoken: French, Dutch (Flemish), English, Spanish and some German Native language: Growing up in a bilingual country, she spoke both French and Dutch depending on her setting but she used French more Relationship Status: Married to Reese Weasley

physical appearance

Height: 5’4 Hair colour: Jet black Hairstyle: Waist long, naturally wavy, worn down when she’s out, almost always in a messy bun or a ponytail when she’s at home Eye colour: Dark brown Tattoos:  notable tattoos: names of her parents on the sides of her pinkies, a rose on her left side, a cat with a heart just below her elbow, tiny galaxy on her ankle, a small badger on her wrist for her dad,  a raven tattoo  for her being a ravenclaw and a snake tattoo– after the mom), a quidditch tattoo matching with hugo, a unicorn tattoo on her right side + a dancing skeleton on her calf matching with dylan’s. part of reese’s wedding vows on her rib. two teddy bears for her sons. she also has dozens of other tattoos that she got because she liked them. overall inspo: CLICK. when she’s working, she uses magic and her metamorphmagus skills to hide those that are visible. Piercings: two in each ear Scars/distinguishing marks: Various small scars all over her body from Quidditch Preferred style of clothing: Smart casual. She always wears heels unless she’s working out, once in a blue moon she’ll put sneakers on. In spring/summer she usually wears flowy dresses Frequently worn jewelry/accessories: A watch, a bracelet, a necklace, and a pair of earrings

health

Smoker?: No Drinker?: Yes. She often drinks wine. Recreational Drug User? Which?: No. Addictions: Houseplants and tattoos. Allergies: Bees. Neurological conditions: anxiety, slight PTSD from her attack, birth trauma. Sleeping habits: She’s a very light sleeper, she fidgets a lot in her sleep. Exercise habits: She is a frequent guest at the gym, she usually works out with Dylan or Reese, she also jogs and swims, does yoga. Emotional stability: she tries her best to be as stable as possible but she keeps overthinking a lot and in the end starts spiralling. It got worse after the attack and now that she’s a mum, it happens more than she would like to. Sociability:  she’s a social butterfly, the life of a party, she tries to be friends with everyone, but of course has her own limits. Body temperature: Warm.

personality

Label: the astrophile, the benevolent, the bibliophile, the anthomaniac, the aesthete, the wine mum, the mamabear Positive traits: cheerful, ambitious, generous, caring, organized, determined Negative traits: stubborn, overdramatic, overemotional, overthinking Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral.   Goals/Desires: To become Chief Warlock. Likes: quiet mornings, sunrises and sunsets, the meadow behind her house, macaroons, wildflowers, old books Dislikes: Fears/phobias:  losing her loved ones, something happening to her sons, spiders, she’s also slightly claustrophobic. Favourite colour: Darks Hobbies: quidditch, singing, dancing, baking, diy, disney, gardening, learning new things and languages Habits: wakes up no later than 6:30 am, starts the day from a cup of green tea, skincare routine and a morning jog with Olaf; when she’s nervous she fidgets, bites pens, and plays with her hair. Taste in music: Rock, Eurovision, pop

skills

Talents/skills: DIY, baking, flower compositions Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: Yes, she passed her driving licence exam as soon as she turned 18.

eating habits

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian): Vegetarian Favourite food(s): Brownies, Belgian fries, Belgian waffles and chocolate, she mostly eats all kinds of salads with different ingredients every day Favourite drink(s): Green tea, wine, hazelnut cappuccino Disliked food(s): Pineapple pizza Disliked drink(s): Fizzy drinks

house and home

Describe the character’s house/home: CLICK Do they share their home with anyone? Who?: She lives with her husband. Significant/special belongings: various trinkets that remind her of home, a locket with a picture of her and her dad (gifted to her by Reese before their wedding)

career

Level of education: Hogwarts, then finished Law at the University of Oxford, also trained in Magical Law   Current job: Wizengamot judge Name of employer: Ministry of Magic. family line of work: ministry workers, socialites, quidditch players, muggle lawyers.

family, friends and foes

Parents names: Leon Bloem and Laila Mansour Are parents alive or dead? Both are dead. Her mother passed away at childbirth and her father passed away due to an accident when she was 11. Parental figures: Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson Siblings? She’s an only child. Teddy’s kind of like a big brother to her. Other Important Relatives: her grandmother Lisa Flores, who raised her after her father’s death. Spouse: Reese Weasley Children: Twins: Leon October and Gene Arthur Bloem-Weasley Best Friends: Dylan Parkinson, Cassie Malfoy Other Important Friends: Gabriel Graves-Travers, Teddy Lupin-Potter, Jackson Krum, Rose Weasley Casual relationships: Alastor Lestrange, Scorpius Malfoy, Catalina Perez, Nikolai Nott, Jacob Kim Exes: Dylan Parkinson, Phoenix Zabini Pets: Two dogs: Pumpkin and Olaf, and two cats: Mistletoe and Henry Enemies? Why are they enemies?: Phoenix Zabini – they did not break up amicably plus, he tried to kill her 🤷🏽‍♀️

#marcelina #updated bio

[flowerflamestars]

Would you write a HC of Nessian being that childhood enemies to lovers in high school? I can only trust you with it

Trust accepted and golden. 

-Okay, okay, so on the very first day of first grade, Cassian met the prettiest girl in the world. Little Nesta was absolutely one of those tiny polite children who has a vast hidden well of rage and imagination only displayed when playing witches with Elain in their mother’s garden. She’s quiet at school, utterly shy.

Cassian, meanwhile, is a gremlin. He’s energetic! and sweet! Dimples and curls, an enormous smile. He runs right up to the new girl on that rainy late summer day to introduce himself.

And trips. The Prettiest Girl in the World- as he tells Az, later, while they hide in Rhysand’s treefort- gets mud all over her perfect first day of school dress. 

- Baby Nesta is not okay, okay? She has no idea what to do with this friendly boy. She wants him to stop talking to her. She’s sure her mom is going to be disappointed when she comes home with her white dress ruined, and it’s her first day at a new school without Elain.

Cassian keeps apologizing, but it is Not Okay. 

-Nesta decides she hates him.

- Three years later, Nesta destroys Cassian in the spelling bee. Cassian begins to tip from the Prettiest Smartest Girl in the World is incredible to, the Prettiest Smartest Girl in the World keeps beating me at everything and I want to win JUST ONCE

Once, because he’s pissed. Once because then she’d be looking. Cassian just wants Nesta to look at him, and by sixth grade this feeling goes from earnest to furiously incandescent. 

HEAVY ON THE FURY

- Jump ahead, to the very end of middle school, the Archeron’s mom dies. 

Cassian is a happily adopted foster kid, former orphan who just barely remembers his parents. He finds out, and carries around this horrible heavy feeling in his chest all day like he can’t swallow. 

He wants- he doesn’t know- he wants to say something. But Nesta isn’t at school, and they aren’t actually friends, but he just wants to say: someday. He wants to tell her what his foster moms told him: that it’s okay to cry. (He cannot imagine perfect, smart, Nesta Archeron crying). Whatever you feel is okay.

Entirely by accident Cassian runs into her at the local library. Outside, crying on the sidewalk, arriving just in time to watch her hurl her water bottle at the cement.

Cassian, being Cassian, brings it back to her. 

It turns out pretty girl tears are terrifying.

So he very quietly hooks it back onto the pretty lavender backpack Nesta has carried around for the last three years- his is purple too, not at all to be weird, just because- and sits down on the sidewalk too, a couple feet away.

And Nesta is Not Okay. Her mom is dead, and she doesn’t know what she feels because it’s huge and terrifying. Everything hurts and she’s so, so angry and that stupid water bottle lid doesn’t really fit anyway, because it’s actually Feyre’s lid on Nesta’s bottle, because their Aunt doesn’t know anything and doesn’t know them, and Nesta only has that stupid baby backpack because their Dad spends all his time at work so he doesn’t know that before Mom got sick Nesta and Elain got new backpacks every year, whichever they wanted, and they always matched, but Elain’s ripped last summer and their dad had his assistant get a new one but it’s pink and Elain hates pink and it clashes with Nesta’s-

Cassian watches the Pretty Perfect Girl curl in on herself and scream. 

This, in the end, is when Perfect Girl becomes Nesta.

Cassian is is panicking, okay? PANICKING. His ability to comfort other people is 85% knowing when Azriel is overwhelmed and 15% hugging his dog during thunderstorms. He doesn’t know what he can possibly do for Nesta- so he just grabs her hand. 

Holds on, like Az did without laughing at him when Cassian cried that his adoption had gone through.

And Nesta hangs on, so hard it really actually hurts. He doesn’t ask her what’s wrong, or why, and Nesta is so grateful that hurts too. He’s always so loud and laughing, and Nesta has always hated it a little, thinking he was laughing at her.

(he was not)

The complete simplicity of that sweaty grip is just enough that Nesta can think. And poor baby Nesta thinks. 

She has to go inside and return all the sisters books so they don’t have a fine. She needs to figure out how to cut Feyre’s bangs because she’s running around like a sheepdog because Dad didn’t remember to schedule her a haircut. Elain will help. And Nesta will help Elain water the houseplants because Mom loved them and Dad told the maids they’re fake but they’re not, only the ones in the living room are. 

And Nesta- Nesta has a plan.

-They go in the library. If the volunteer behind the desk is making faces at Nesta’s tearstained face or grubby, iron grip on the boy beside her, Nesta isn’t going to acknowledge it, because Mom always said rude people didn’t deserve attention.

Nesta picks out her books, Cassian silently follows. And then he walks her home. They live in the same neighborhood, so it’s fine- but whats not fine is Nesta still hasn’t said anything, and Cassian just wants to say something-

But what happens it this- Nesta carries half the books in a grip so hard it looks painful. Cassian knows its probably painful, because she’s really hurting his hand now. 

Cassian will look later at the imprint her tiny fingertips had made and feel like his whole body is fluttering- but now, now, she’ll steal his half of the books like it’s nothing and stomp up the porch steps of her house, right past a wilting delivery of lilies slowly dying before her front door. 

She won’t say thank you. Cassian won’t say goodbye.

But Cassian will think it’s okay, it’s okay- because Nesta wasn’t alone like he’d been alone.

The blue door slams shut, and they don’t speak again until junior year of high school.

- Nesta Archeron is seventeen and ready to eat the world raw. She’s top of her class. She has goals, she has terrifyingly perfect hair, and she is not going to let anything stand in her way- especially not the fact that she ran for junior class president and tied, with Cassian.

-Cassian has become very, very Cassian in the intervening years. He’s popular but kind, a loud laugh that echoes down halls. Smart, but not a stratospheric over-achiever like Nesta. College is a year away, but everyone know’s he’s going to get an athletic scholarship. 

They run in very, very different circles.

-Listen, it’s not even on purpose- it’s just that something about Nesta’s horrified expression and color-coded organization and perfect fucking red lips makes Cassian his most insane golden retriever self. He can’t help himself. 

They have to work together. They fight constantly. 

But Cassian’s fighting, at seventeen, is like 80% teasing and 20% very real, very earnest flirting. 

And maybe- maybe Nesta knows that and it makes her even grouchier.  She has a plan, okay? She’s on track to graduation top of her class. She’s going to Standford, then Harvard. She’s going to be a surgeon. 

It’s not so far away she can’t still be there for her sisters. Elain wants to go to Berkley and obviously will because she’s brilliant- Feyre will only be alone for one year, but she’s already all set for that to be her study abroad year, so she won’t be trapped at home in their empty house. She’ll be in Spain, and then she’ll go to art school. 

All three Archeron sisters will be of age to pull from their enormous inheritance left from their mother- they will never need to ask anything of their absent, silent, bastard father ever again. It’s just a matter of waiting.

Nesta is on track, and she can’t get distracted.

But Cassian- Cassian really seems to think Nesta doesn’t remember him. As though she could forget, as much as she wants to, that absolute disaster of a boy who was the only person in the world who made Nesta feel like she wasn’t responsible for everything.

Of course, that little boy grew up to be beautiful. 

Of course, now he’s a goddamn menace who’s a clear foot taller than her with broad shoulders to match. Of course, that enormous kind smile sits even more tantalizing on an older face. Of course his dimples are so deep they flash when he grimaces at her student council timeline, broken down for the next two years.

- Azriel, Nesta’s AP chem lab partner, bound forever in respect by mutual silent competence and scorn for the assholes who sit behind them who keep lighting things on fire, says nothing about any of this until Nesta comes into class holding an enormous rainbow concoction like it’s going to explode.

Together- perennially left to their own devices by a teacher who really does not know what to do with them, and maybe fears they both know the coursework better than she does- they stare at the rainbow sprinkled whip cream mountain, slowly melting into the equally bright froth of the drink. 

Some of them are heart-shaped. 

Azriel breaks first, and asks, “Cassian?”

And Nesta, sweet baby ice princess Nesta, numb from being swooped upon by a giddy, grinning, blushing 6′4 quarterback who darted out of the culinary building to force this into her hand and run back away says: Does he think I’m a lesbian?

This is the moment Azriel’s soul actually leaves his body. 

The visceral cringe is so apparent Nesta keeps talking: I mean, the rainbows? why? 

It’s just close enough to a wail that Azriel decides to take pity on this whole new level of romantic idiocy. He proceeds to explain it’s a unicorn frappuccino? maybe? probably? not that he could advise actually consuming anything Cassian makes.

Nesta’s big What the Fuck face does not fade, so Az finally goes: he’s trying to get your attention. 

Nesta: He has my attention. I see him every day. 

Azriel, thinking about how much fun telling Lucien about this will be, imagining his very beautiful boyfriend howling with laughter: Right, and why would he want more?

Nesta: Because he’s a menace?

Az:

Nesta:

Az:

Nesta, glaring with heartfelt intensity at the melting hearts and stars, food coloring weeping: Because he wants my attention. That- that bastard.

Az, opening his mouth, only to be cut off by Nesta furiously unzipping her bag:

Nesta: that stupid fucking- are you kidding me? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? He- HE- he made me go to a soccer game last week and called it OUTREACH. 

Azriel, watching Nesta tap her phone at top speed: Are you...texting Cassian?

Nesta: that motherfucking, stupid, college admission essays- I’m going to-

Az: Nesta??

Nesta: Do you know how much of a disaster he is? Do you know how much of my time he has wasted? He wants my attention, he has my fucking attention. Why didn’t he say so?

(In the background, the boys behind them have, indeed, started another fire)

Three buildings away, Cassian, vibrating with a frequency that can be seen from space: Mooooor, you don’t understand. She’s so smart, she’s going to be trauma surgeon.

Morrigan, trying in vain to get a full rainbows worth of food coloring off her pearlescent manicure: Cas, you literally want to be a nurse. 

Cassian: Exactly

Morrigan gives up on her nails, distracted from Cassian’s lovelorn expression by his silenced phone flashing repeatedly: Who’s sparkle heart sparkle heart bomb peach firework sparkle heart? 

Cassian, flailing: 

Nesta, here expressed as sparkle heart sparkle heart bomb peach firework sparkle heart: Coffee. 3pm, Sunday. Yes?

Cassian, chewing on the inside of his cheek: Yes! Did the senior class shunt all their work down again?

Nesta: Not to work.

Cassian, life flashing before his eyes, thinking it was the sprinkles?!!

Nesta: A date.

Nesta: Is this supposed to taste like sour candy? 

- They go on the date. Cassian overcomes his transcendent nervousness by getting into a pretty squabble with Nesta over the book they’re currently reading in AP English. 

(The entire argument is a false premise, he loves Jane Austen. Nesta knows this.)

- Nesta takes him to this beautiful coffee shop that is like 70% just a lush tropic garden. 

(Elain sees them coming and has to literally duck behind the counter to laugh. Lucien, her shift partner and dearest friend, watches the whole song and dance of ordering, sitting under a flowering tree and staring at each like lunatics with utter glee, ready to rely every detail to Az)

The Thing is, they keep fighting. They keep fighting, but Cassian’s smile gets softer and softer, his laugh brighter and brighter. The arguing is turning into banter and Nesta is actually? having? So much fun?

- The thing is, Nesta needed a plan to survive. 

But maybe- maybe Cassian was there all along. Maybe, if she can’t be distracted, the obvious answer is to stop letting him make her crazy and- and let him in. 

Maybe, she can hold onto responsibility for everything and still let someone else have a little responsibility for her.

Maybe, Cassian is exactly what she needed. 

[followingthered]

I was tagged by @emilyaitch to do the thing.

~random questions~

1. What song makes you feel better? A few lately: Everything is Alright by Motion City Soundtrack, Broke by Samm Henshaw, and Tattoos Together by Lauv.

2. What’s your favorite feel good movie? Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is one film that I can put on and feel better watching, because it’s so far removed from my own life and it’s just playfully joyful.

3. What’s your favorite candle scent? There’s some really nice Bath and Body Works scents - I really like woodsy, warmer tones with some fruity scents as well. 

4. What flower would you like to be given? Honestly, some pet-safe succulents in lieu of flowers would be cool. I am enjoying getting into houseplants but I don’t have the attention span to care for needy ones haha.

5. Who do you feel most you around? My coworkers and my roommate.

6. Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)- physical:  I enjoy my eyes, my legs are dummy thicc in a good way, and my hands are my fave.

non-physical: I feel everything deeply, I care very much for my clan, and I am a really good listener and able to see multiple positions on a subject without judgment.

7. What color brings you peace? neon colors, oddly enough.

8. What calms you down? playing really ethereal music, sleeping, and writing.

9. What’s something you’re excited for? I’m ready to hug someone again. I miss hugs so much.

10. How are you? I’ve been better, but I’m much better than I was a month ago. Slow growth and occasional bouts of loneliness.

11. What’s your comfort food? Mexican food, stroganoff, and tater tot casserole.

12. Favorite feel good show? Parks and Rec

13. Fairy lights or LED lights? LED Fairy lights

14. Do you still love stuffed animals? I enjoy them! I have a little unicorn pillow pet thing on my bed still, and a little Batman themed bear keeps my closet safe (thanks @tenfourrubberducky)

15. Favorite piece of clothing? Black/black converse shoes. They just look so clean with everything.

16. Hugs or hand holding? I love both, but hugs don’t last as long as hand holding and I get to hold hands less than hugs, so hand holding.

17. Morning, afternoon, or night? Night for sure.

Tagging @tenfourrubberducky, @heroicallybee, @jesuslizarrd, @bustedtooth, @furious-love, @bellybeee, @legitimately, and @thedorkasaurus.

Obvii if you weren’t tagged and wanna do it, snag it and go! These were based on my recent interactions here :)

#personal #about me #tag

[bladekindeyewear]

Reading Homestuck^2 as of Page 5.  > ==>

What’s with the question mark look on Rosebot?  Are we not going with a traditional Homestuck robot here, or adding some sort of twist?  If we are, is Davebot going to share it?

DIRK: Ok but like what are you actually calling me about. ROSEBOT: I just thought you might like to know that we're getting pretty close to your chosen crash site. ROSEBOT: We can head down to the planet below as soon as Terezi's finished... working out how we do that. DIRK: How to land? DIRK: ... DIRK: Wait, crash site??

Well, you did put TEREZI in charge of landing... (rimshot)

And, yeah, jokes aside, this is no surprise.  This wouldn’t be Homestuck without everything fucking up constantly.

ROSEBOT: Don't be such a chud, Dirk.

Chud???

> ==>

Oh God, more serif Dirktext narration.  We’re going to be getting a whole damn lot of that, aren’t we?

I walk— oh no, right, I don't have to do that explicitly. It's easy to get into the habit of just narrating everything, even when it's a bit creatively redundant. This is where the advantage of visuals comes in, to make my life as an omniscient overseer a little bit less tedious. I can just do whatever, and we can all see it happen, and nobody has to fight with a testy cherub lady for control of their own legs or anything. No need to pull a whole thesaurus out of my ass just so I can go to the bathroom. Seriously, it's a big relief.

Heheh.  Interesting.

That doesn't mean this (*gestures to the narrative*) isn't still going to be a thing, though. Sometimes retreating back into the warm, welcoming folds of traditional prose is just going to be the best way forward, and as someone whose mind is uniquely capable of understanding this conceit, I'll be the determining factor as to when and where it happens.

Mhmm.

It's time to get this story back on the rails, back to what it was always supposed to be. I know it, and you've somehow always known it too. There was something else, some other route that Homestuck was meant to take but then didn't, a way that wouldn't've spent so much time dicking around with stuff nobody cares about. Like seriously, why did we all have to sit through talking about everyone's most intimate and private feelings for two hundred thousand fucking words. That would never have happened in Act 1. Where did it all go wrong?

Um?

Yeah; as flawed as Andrew’s approach always was, this sort of statement is clearly coming from someone who didn’t learn shit when it comes to the Ultimate Riddle.

So yeah, this is much like it was in the Epilogues.  Andrew conceived of an ultimate victory as an escape from the bounds of Canon itself, an escape from destiny and purpose because the well-being of the characters is actually more important than having every question answered.  And then, with the Epilogues... explored what would result if not just the readers, but a character like Dirk willing to coerce everyone along, forced things to resume the path of plot importance.

Expect his comeuppance.  Like, really, really hard.  Though I couldn’t say how many pages that could possibly take.

I've been studying canon—or rather, what's left of it—and I think I've found it. The critical moment, in the wake of which everything started to take a nosedive into the protracted, endless slog of sheer insufferability we got saddled with near the end. This was the single most crucial error in the process that led to the present situation. 

Mhmm, mhmm.... let me keep reading...

Hmm!  So that’s what they meant by fan input.  The actual return of the command box, now that there are whole goddamn teams corralling it instead of a single person.

How much will Dirk’s belief in reader input persist over time, though?

> Dirk: Commune.

"NEEERD” heard echoing into the distance.

Seriously though, the visuals team has been top-notch so far.

Channelling my full potential as an ascended player of Heart, I expand my consciousness to commune with the boundless force of collective willpower that is the internet.

There’s a connection between Heart and willpower, there, but nothing much we haven’t already worked with before.

Will Dirk be able to find a command besides “Kill yourself” in the box?

> ==>

That... looks an awful lot like someone looking at a suggestion box chock full of “kill yourself”.

Is his suggestion box going to have lasted a total of a single page??  That seems quite likely all of a sudden.

> ==>

Mhmm.

> ==>

Um.

> Dirk: Stop making Homestuck.

Yeah, kowtowing to everyone’s will isn’t so easy, is it motherfucker?

But this was going to be a little fun we had together. A callback to simpler times. I just wanted to play a game, and you were going to be part of it. That submission box was my olive branch, dipped tentatively and at arms length into the trash furnace of creative potential known as 'Online'. But I should have known better. People think you can run a story like this? This must be just about the stupidest idea anyone has ever come up with. I'll just have to make up the commands myself from here on out. Seemed to work ok for the other guy.

Dirk may be a hypocrite, but he is a practical hypocrite.

> Dirk: Examine room.

How the hell did you get their entry items? Did you realchemize them?

Wha...? “Succulent flora”? Some sorta weed reference, John’s apple or... what?

Why the Cal outfit.  Seriously.

Why the “SCR3W YOU -TZ” on the jetwings?  Is Terezi mad you stole them but letting you keep them?  (And I would expect a little acrimony between her and the rest of the crew.  She more hopped on out of, like... the need of a career soldier to get back in the field than a need to fuck anything up for anyone else in particular.)

The ship itself is being BORROWED IN PERPETUITY and has served as our home for the past three years.

Just... screw three year journeys in general.  You know?

Seriously, that means Jade has been in a black-eyed fugue state for THREE FUCKING MORE YEARS.

Fuck all of that.  I know she’s immortal, but Fuck. All. Of. That.

Oh, and of COURSE the next command:

> Dirk: Contemplate equine iconography.

Pff.  A precious gift from splinter-Dirk’s ex-flame Obama.  I can live with that.

> Paint. Paper. Get to work.

This set of paints and the charred remains of my HORNED HEADBAND are the only surviving relics of the first and last WORLDWIDE INTERSPECIES ROLEPLAYING SESSION we ever attempted on Earth C.

That’s pretty awesome.

I’m really liking Homestuck again, guys.

> ==>

Of course there’s Dave with his dick-horns and you were a unicorn?????

It was the perfect trollsona. I was a highblood called... No, on second thoughts, let's not get into it. Some things are too painful to remember.

Yes, let’s please not.

> Inspect delicious houseplants.

Plants are basically the ideal friends. They don't constantly question your decisions, or try and undermine your authority, or suggest that perhaps you should try talking about your feelings every once in a while. Plants lie down in the dirt and take it, metaphorically speaking.

FUCK. YOU. DIRK.

What’s this, now? Did Terezi inject something into the narrative, or at least the command line? Is that something Dirk has a crack in his control over?

> ==>

Yep, Terezi has access to a Dirk command terminal.  This can only be a good thing.

TEREZI: YOU SHOULD H4V3 S33N YOUR F4C3! TEREZI: 1T W4S 4S PL41N 4ND F34TUR3L3SS 4S 3V3R, JUST L1K3 TH3 CLOY1NG T4NG OF YOUR OV3RB34R1NG OR4NG34D3 PROS3

I have missed trolling, non-depressed Terezi SO badly.

SO badly.

She was the first character I learned to roleplay properly, I think I’ve mentioned on occasion? 1 C4N 3V3N ST1LL TOUCH TYP3 L1K3 TH1S.

TEREZI: 3XC3PT DONT 4CTU4LLY DO TH4T B3C4US3 1 DONT W4NT YOU TO SULLY TH3S3 D3L1C1OUS R3D SL1PP3RS W1TH YOUR SUDOR1F3ROUS N1NJ4 F33T

Of course she still has Jade’s sparkleshoes.  (A Witch’s shoes, more or less!  Possibly as a symbol of the proper balance she’s come to recognize between her role and its opposite.)

TEREZI: TH3R3S ONLY SO M4NY T1M3S 4 G1RL C4N SN1FF H3R W4Y THROUGH TH3 1N-FL1GHT S3L3CT1ON OF 34ST 34RTH 4N1M4T1ON B3FOR3 SH3 G3TS S1CK OF TH3 SM3LL DIRK: I'm sorry to hear that.

Pfhehehe.

DIRK: Although, in fairness, you came along of your own volition DIRK: It's not my fault the journey didn't live up to your expectations. TEREZI: TH4TS 4 L13 SO F1LTHY TH4T JUST SM3LL1NG 1T M4K3S M3 W4NT TO GO THROW UP 1NTO TH3 N34R3ST TO1L3T! TEREZI: 1 H4D V3RY L1TTL3 S4Y 1N TH3 M4TT3R TEREZI: W3 BOTH KNOW TH4T YOU M4N1PUL4T3D M3 1NTO 1T W1TH YOUR PR1NC3LY W1L3S DIRK: Princely wiles??

Hmm...!

This is going to be quite an ongoing theme, isn’t it?  Characters not explicitly knowing whether or not Dirk “wrote” them doing or thinking something, or not.  Debating it in retrospect, arguing WITH him about it, et cetera.

Rose has doubtlessly figured out the bit of manipulation Dirk used to separate her from Kanaya and vice-versa to go on this trip, but has acquiesced anyway out of a desire to do something important and fulfill her role.

...I hope.  Seriously, she’d better not have been kept under a hundred percent Dirk control THIS WHOLE TIME.

TEREZI: 1M T4LK1NG 4BOUT YOUR G3N3S1S FROG S1Z3D 1N4B1L1TY TO SHUT UP, WH1CH S33MS TO H4V3 SOM3HOW R34CH3D 4 M4SS SO CR1T1C4L 1TS OP3N3D UP 4 WORMHOL3 1N TH3 F4BR1C OF R34L1TY 1TS3LF TEREZI: YOUV3 ST4RT3D DO1NG TH4T *TH1NG* 4G41N 4ND 1TS COMPL3T3LY 1NSUFF3R4BL3 DIRK: Oh, sorry. DIRK: I forget how easy it is for you to pick up on it.

Yep. A Seer of Mind able to see with startling clarity when and how a Narrator is trying to fuck with her or tell her what to think.

TEREZI: 1M4G1N3 TH4T 1M ST4ND1NG R1GHT N3XT TO YOU TEREZI: W1TH 4 M3G4PHON3 PR3SS3D SNUGLY UP 4G41NST YOUR 1NFUND1BUL4R 4UR4L PROTRUS1ON TEREZI: NOW 1M4G1N3 TH4T 1 PROC33D TO DRUB YOU S3NS3L3SS W1TH S41D M3G4PHON3, 4ND TH3N D1R3CT 4N 4POLOGY 4T YOUR SLUMP3D, TW1TCH1NG BODY THROUGH 1T TEREZI: TH4T 1S WH4T WH4T3V3R YOUR3 DO1NG F33LS L1K3 TEREZI: 1TS L3SS TH4T 1 C4N "P1CK UP ON 1T", 4ND MOR3 TH4T 1T 4SS4ULTS MY V3RY CONSC1OUSN3SS TEREZI: YOU H4V3 4LL TH3 SUBTL3TY OF 4 CULL1NG FORK TO TH3 THOR4C1C 3XOSK3L3T4L PL4T34U TEREZI: 4ND 1TS H4RDLY SURPR1S1NG TH4T 1 C4N H34R YOU SO CL34RLY

Mhmm.  Quite a relief we have someone who can cut through it so easily, in such close proximity to him.

TEREZI: 1F 1T W4S B3C4US3 1M 4 S33R, TH3N HOW COM3 ROS3 DO3SNT KNOW 4BOUT 1T TOO? TEREZI: 1 M34N... M4YB3 SH3 DO3S??? BUT 1F SO SH3S SOM3HOW PUTT1NG ON TH3 B3ST 4CT 1V3 3V3R S33N

Fuck.  I mean.

I knew Rose probably wouldn’t know moment-to-moment when Dirk is writing for her.  But this means she COULD plausibly still be under more-or-less total control, coddled in delusions written specifically to keep her on his side.  Which is fucking throw-up horrible.

TEREZI: NO, 1M PR3TTY SUR3 1TS B3C4US3 OF OUR 4SP3CTS DIRK: What, Heart and Mind? TEREZI: M1ND 4ND H34RT, Y3S TEREZI: TH3 TWO OF US 4R3 OPPOS1T3S, R1GHT? TEREZI: 4ND WH3N 1T COM3S TO TH3 4SP3CTS, OPPOS1NG P41RS 3FF3CT1V3LY D3F1N3 34CH OTH3R ON 4 FUND4M3NT4L L3V3L TEREZI: M1ND 4ND H34RT, T1M3 4ND SP4C3... TEREZI: TH3YR3 4LL TWO S1D3S OF TH3 S4M3 CO1N TEREZI: OR 1 GU3SS TEREZI: TW3LV3 S1D3S OF TH3 S4M3 S1X CO1NS?

This is what people were saying I was proven right about right? Aspect Duality?

I mean... it’s not like this is a big step out of the Homestuck team’s way.  This wasn’t one of those still-under-debate theories, this was one that’d been made as explicitly true as it could possibly could have been by the story without outright saying it, is all.  This was just... inching the story’s feet a millimeter more to go over that line.

I guess it’ll shut up all those people who tried to argue with me way back when that Mind and Heart were somehow not the right opposites.  I mean, jegus.

TEREZI: SOOOOOOOOO... TEREZI: YOU JUST W4NT M3 TO, L1K3 TEREZI: DOM YOU W1TH TH1S COMM4ND ST4T1ON FOR 4 WH1L3?? DIRK: If you wanted to phrase it in a way most calculated to awaken the hair-trigger psychoanalytical instincts of my slime daughter, then yes, I suppose you could say that.

Glad to see we’re carrying on with the Epilogues’ adult mindset as expected.  (I mean, Homestuck was always adult, but... you know what I mean.)

DIRK: You're a strange and funny girl, Terezi,

Please stop quoting your part-of-Doc-Scratch splinter.

DIRK: Consider this little sum of executive power over my actions a planet-warming gift. Spend it wisely.

Please stop quoting your part-of-Doc-Scratch splinter.

Oh my gosh, yes.  Please keep trolling the fuck out of Dirk, Terezi.

> ==>

Where are we going with this? Maybe a nibbled leaf?

> ==>

Yup.  (And Terezi’s taking a lil’ Papyrus-y spin on her usual laugh.)

> WH4TS TH4T L1TTL3 T4BL3 N3XT TO YOU?

Pff.  Dirk’s talking in ALL CAPS FOR KEY WORDS narrative-speak in regular conversation now.

And yeah, your respect for others’ property rights kind of goes out the window once you decide to start trampling over the will of all of the multiverse, doesn’t it.

> L1B3R4T3 L4LOND14N L1BR4RY

TEREZI: NO, 1 M34NT TH3 M3M3S TEREZI: "R3M3MB3R LONGC4T J4N3?" TEREZI: COMPL3T3LY 1NCOMPR3H3NS1BL3

We feel your pain, Terezi.

> ==>

DIRK: (I captchalogue the book into my MSPA MODUS. Forget HASH MAPS, PICTIONARY, or any of that shit. This thing is where it's at.)

Huh.  I’m not sure I’d trust a modus with that name to do exactly what one expects it to do, sir.

Pff... sprite jokes.

> SCR34M L1K3 4 W1GGL3R 4ND T1DY YOUR D3SK

Terezi’s not used to “writing” Homestuck either.  Or, is maybe too used to the way it’s normally written.

TEREZI: FOR SOM3ON3 WHO CL41MS TO KNOW 4 LOT 4BOUT JOK3S YOU SUR3 H4V3 CONT1NU3D TO S4Y B4S1C4LLY NOTH1NG FUNNY 3V3R

Yes. More insults to the Dirk plz.

> ==>

Christ, he already has a picture on his desk of the thing he’s about to-- guh.

He’s not gonna stop showing off like this, is he?  Not a narrator prone to avoid flaunting his power, this one.

> ==>

Nice throwback, but is this your proof you have a sense of humor, Dirk?

Or just missing lost love?

> ==>

Made good progress? Towards what?

> ==>

Pfff.

DIRK: Smell this Terezi? DIRK: This is a panel. TEREZI: OK4Y

So a bit less showing-off, and a bit more acknowledging the hard art work that needs to be put in to make all this Hapen.

Alright, more meta-discussion about the mixed medium and finding the best way to tell this story, sure.

> ==>

Hoo boy, this page seems dense.  I’ll split the post here and keep going in a fresh one.

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #bladekindeyewear #blastyoboots

[praetor-of-fandoms]

So,I finally started watching Good Omens,’Cause tumblr. This is me watching the show:

God is a woman. Love this show already

“Most Books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because men wrote them.”

“Don’t you dare say I’m nice.” and now,kiss

The anti-Christ’s “toesie-woesis”

Naming the hell hound “dog”

The scene at the beginning when Aziraphale puts his wings over Crowley as Crowley simultaneously moves under Aziraphales’s wing when it starts raining. Almost Like a reflex. That was so fucking cute I kept rewinding and watching.

“You hit someone.” “I didn’t. Someone hit me.”

“Get in,angel.” idk why but that made me feel feelings

“Ducks! That’s what water slides off!”

We now know why unicorns don’t exist

Crawley —> Crowley

“Well you were a snake.”

“Still a demon? What kind of question is that? What else am I going to be? An aardvark?”

The way Crowley walks( I haven’t seen any of David’s other work so I don’t know if that’s just how he walks but this gives Crowley so much character).

When Crowley ‘rescues’ Aziraphale during world war 2...so much chemistry in that scene...my heart..,

How hurt Crowley was when aziraphale said “fraternising”

“Kill them,they’re vey irritating.”

Crowley pointing upwards immediately after(bc bomb)

Crowley saving Aziraphale’s books

The way Aziraphale looks at him after...my heart

“Are you a witch?” “No,I’m an occultist.” “Oh,that’s alright,then.”

The scene at the bandstand...everything about that had me crying

The anti-Christ is...good??

“One big Avocado.”

Wait no the anti-Christ is bad

When Crowley wants Aziraphale to run away with him to Alpha Centauri

A PASSERBY THINKS THEY’RE A COUPLE MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS

Crowley and Hastur travelling through the telephone system

Crowley trapping Hastur- that’s one smart asf demon

The world ending and they’re just there...kissin’

When Aziraphale realised that god wants a war...my smol Baby I cant

“Oh...fuck.” ok 10/10. Wasn’t expecting that at all

You’re my best friend playing when the entire place is burning down...what kind of sick irony

“Aziraphale, for God’s...for Satan’s AHH for somebody’s sake,where are you?!”

“Somebody killed my best friend” I’m not crying,you’re crying

Crowley being devastated over Aziraphale’s death

Somebody to love playing when Crowley exits the bookshop

“And then you turn up, late for Armageddon,no flaming sword,not even a body, you pathetic excuse for an angel!”

“I suppose I am,really.” Aziraphale, nooo we love youu don’t say it like thattt

Crowley became a demon because he was...bored??

“Wiggle-on” WTF DO YOU MEAN AZIRAPHALE. WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN AHHHHH

Ok I know this is bad but the horsemens’ entrance is epic asf

WTF was that seance scene

Crowley getting past the fire is EPIC

Everything about Aziraphale in miss Tracy’s body

“Right now that’s someone else’s problem.” Big mood

“I’m getting quite calmy worried.” Such a mood. 10/10

Horsemen or power rangers?? Guess we’ll never know

Wait Adam’s good again wtf

Also the irony in the anti-Christ being named Adam.

*Gates open automatically* which one of you young men did that? Okay, those kids are in trouble

“Could do with a few houseplants”

“Guys, you shouldn’t gone to all the trouble.” Crowley, you sassy bitch

Crowley’s car burning...I felt that

“It’s ‘kick’ butt for heavens sake.”

“Oohh cant believe I just said that.”

I like how it’s Crowley leading first then Aziraphale in the animation.

“I believe in peace,bitch” WHAT AN ICON

So Crowley came up with something just ‘cause he couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to talk to Aziraphale again? Yeah,tell me they’re not dating

So you’re telling me Crowley just knows what ice cream Aziraphale wants? Yeah,they’re dating

Ok but Michael had like a jug of holy water...how tf is more than half the tub full

“Shut your stupid mouth, and die already” BITCH HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY SMOL CHILD LIKE THAT

HE ENTERED THE FIRE

I was honestly expecting them to save each other somehow...unless...

Everything about Crowley in the bath

“I don’t supposed that anywhere in the nine circles of hell there’s such a thing such as a rubber duck.” Crowley, do you seriously think now is the time to be sassy?

Splashing holy water all around sassily

I FUCKING KNEW IT. I KNEW THEY SWITCHED SOMEHOW

Lunch at the Ritz...bitch they’re a couple idc what anyone says

I NEED MORE OF THIS SHOW I

#good omens #crowley #crawley #aziraphale #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #textpost

[houseplant-unicorn]

Just some screenshot Pride edits

#persona 5 #ryuji sakamoto #ren amamiya #pegoryu #akira kurusu #pride #pride flags #asexual ryuji #pansexual akira #my work #houseplant unicorn work

[laurelsofhighever]

Eight people I’d like to know better

@pigeontheoneandonly tagged me - thank you!

Name/Alias: Louise/Laurels

Birthday: 29 November

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5'7 1/2″ (the 1/2 is important)

Hobbies: reading, writing, collecting too many houseplants, cooking, bushcraft (sort of), and gaming

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Book: Looking at my bookshelf, favourites in no particular order are The Last Unicorn, Lirael, Dragon Champion, The Secret Countess, and First Rider’s Call. I seem to gravitate towards series that start out great but that their authors stop caring about...  

Last Song I Heard: Natural by Imagine Dragons

Last Film I Watched: I don’t remember - Into the Spiderverse maybe? All my shows have been coming out with new episodes so I’ve been focussing on those

Inspiration for my muse(s): All I know is daily life goes into my brain, gets chewed about a bit, and then spits back out as urgent plot points in the middle of team meetings at work.

Dream Job: Some combination of woodland hermit, artist, and gamekeeper. I’m working towards it, but despite publishing having its interesting moments, I’m not meant to work in an office, and it’s extremely annoying that the sort of job I have is concentrated in the most expensive part of the country. Ideally I’d like to take myself out of having a job completely and just subsist on a barter system with things I make/grow myself, but we’re all stuck in the system to some extent and any disentangling is going to take a while. Baby steps.

Meaning Behind the URL: If it wasn’t already apparent, I’m a little obsessed with Couslands, and they live in Highever, and their family crest is a laurel wreath

People I want to get to know better: no pressure, but I’ll tag @athenasdragon @skyholdherbalist @swooping-is-rad @that-cat-over-there @hell5bell5 @allisondraste​ @adorable-and-getting-better​ and @out-of-the-embers​

#personal ramblings

[emiunicornn]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔯 • I’ve been in my new space for a few months now & while there’s still so much to do before I’m completely happy with it, the journey of decorating I think is also half the fun 🦋🌿 with some of my favourite artists and creators (tagged) with a few of my own works in between, my home inspiration is best described as Art Deco meets Art Nouveau meets Witch. Filled with unicorns, flowers, plants, cauldrons, crystals, art and trinkets - the Manor is slowly coming together 💜 I believe creating your own space and bringing magick into surroundings and home is so incredibly important. Not only because you are home for a huge chunk of your day/life - not only a place to sleep but your own space to relax, reenergise, meditate and truly be calm and carefree. I know many of you have been wanting to see a tour of the Manor but half the time it’s a mess with packing supplies or Unicorn Manor related inventory 😅 but I promise soon, when I have everything truly finished exactly how I envisioned. For now I hope you enjoy these snapshots of my space 💞🌿✨ #unicornmanor #decor #witchesofinstagram #witchyvibes #witch #witchcraft #decorations #home #homedecor #sacred #sacredspace #magick #witchyvibes #metaphysical #crystal #crystals #unicorn #pinkaesthetic #rainbow #rainbows #grunge #baphomet #hedgewitch #greenwitch #botanical #art #houseplants #interiordesign #interior https://www.instagram.com/unicornmanor/p/Bw5_c9VpV-A/?igshid=1o8cfk8f6ls0b

#unicornmanor #decor #witchesofinstagram #witchyvibes #witch #witchcraft #decorations #home #homedecor #sacred #sacredspace #magick #metaphysical #crystal #crystals #unicorn #pinkaesthetic #rainbow #rainbows #grunge #baphomet #hedgewitch #greenwitch #botanical #art #houseplants #interiordesign #interior

[psychosispsositivity]

My story: depths of mental illness to hopeful about future

I was born unusual. I suffered extreme night terrors, only sleeping when brought into my parents’ room. I couldn’t be left alone, my parents’ had to carry me everywhere. My mother also describes a strange look in my eyes as a infant, like I knew something I shouldn’t .

As an older child I never got along with the other kids. I was bullied severely and could never keep friends. When I tried to play with other kids they would push me away and run from me on the playground, telling me I was a “weird” or a “freak”. I had complex imaginary worlds and owned hundreds of dolls, and read profusely. As for psychosis, some of my earliest memories are of hallucinations and being told to do things by voices.

Middle school arrived, and mood symptoms started. Severe depression, anorexia, internal voices for all waking hours, more social isolation. A suicide attempt. Spiral down and down. Then I find Jesus at thirteen, and begin my first manic episode. Now this faith in Christ is not a passing phase—it will last me the rest of my life.

I am insane. I try converting everyone at my high school (started in eighth grade) to Jesus. This makes me fairly unpopular but somehow I’ve made friends. I cackle loudly for a laugh and skip in the halls. I hallucinate unicorns. It’s a trip.

At fourtneen, my life falls apart, depression and suicidal ideation, and visual hallucinations of things that go bump in the night.

From 16-18 it’s PTSD and voices and mixed episodes and depression and suicidal ideation and delusions. I graduate high school with honors and tattered faith. My physical health has drastically declined and I walk with a cane now. Where is God?

I get to university, and everything’s going to change! I join a small church group of lovely people led by a woman priest and I’m going to fix my relationship with God. I sign myself up for counseling and the counseling center after getting on my knees and begging them to take me, and I’m going to get better!

The year progress, I cry for three days when a houseplant dies. I continue to have mainly visual hallucinations, and my behavior becomes more disorganized. I get better at life skills because of therapy but I am building up for a psychotic break.

Sophomore year comes around. The year has a rough beginnings and I’m on the edge mentally. One of my only friends at school and I have a falling out and I snap. Another friend takes my psychotic babbling self to the ER and seven hours later I discharged into the care of my terrified parents, who drove down two hours while my dad had pneumonia, they were so scared.

I trudge through three semesters of barely going to class, crying my eyes out and having psychotic fits regularly, meds don’t seems to work and the psychiatrists don’t seem to understand. I get label after label but most don’t seem right. I have symptoms beyond psychosis, like regular fits of paralysis, that seem almost impossible to explain though do eventually get correctly diagnosed as conversion disorder. I’m losing my faith and hating my life and extremely suicidal. Finally, I just drop out of school.

I go back to my psychologist back home, when suddenly a new symptom appears: I have alters. I have dissociative identity disorder. She can’t get rid of me fast enough. She tries sending me to residential treatment but no one will take me, I’m too difficult. I’m starting to give but but that’s when I find Ms. T and Ms. B.

Ms. T and Ms. B are two African-American women who run a therapy office a little ways from my house. When I calle then with my 7-diagnoses, they invited me for intake appointment. I did the intake, and a following art assessment with Ms. B, and began art therapy. I truly believe that God placed these two women in my life because without them I have no idea what I would have done.

Me. B and I clicked right away. We did art therapy and CBT to work on trauma and coping skills. I got a new psychiatrist closed to home and he ordered a total psychiatric evaluation, and my diagnoses were: schizoaffective disorder bipolar type, PTSD, dissociative identity disorder, and conversion disorder with weakness or paralysis. Hardly the seven diagnoses the doctors’ at school had given me. Ms. B worked with the correct diagnoses and treatment went fantastically! I improved rapidly!

Back at school, my church group was praying for me every Sunday, and multiple individuals were praying for me every day. I truly believe their lifting me up to the Most High aided in my recovery.

I integrated with my alters. I stopped having paralysis attacks. I don’t have PTSD symptoms anymore. I have almost no positive symptoms of schizophrenia anymore, and am making huge inroads on the cognitive and negative. As I got better, I started looking towards God again. I had never let Him go but I directed my anger towards Him, when He didn’t deserve it. I started rebuilding my relationship with Christ, and now feel spiritually fulfilled. I am an asexual lesbian but have taken a vow of holy celibacy because I felt that was my calling. I am back to school and going to be a non-profit counselor and help those with mental illness and little means to access to treatment. I finally feeel bright about the future.

This was a very short version of the story, I left a lot out haha. I just felt like sharing my story with you all.

#pseriouslypsychosis #positivity #pseriouslyschizospectrum #pseriouslyschizophrenia #psychosis #actuallypsychotic #schizoaffective #schizophrenia #pseriouslyschizophrenic #actuallyschizophrenia #actuallyschizoaffective #actuallyschizophrenic #actually stpd #actuallyschizotypal #written #actually dissociative #dissociative identity disorder #christian #my testimony #chrsitianity #jesus #suicide tw

[lunarhayn]

(Not So) Secret Curls

Alrighty, so I found a post a while ago by @apologieslogan about Logan with long and, well, I just had to write it. I hope you don't mind as I wrote it as romantic CALM cause that's just how I saw it when reading the post.

Basically I had an idea for how I wanted to start and end it...but no idea what do in between that. So it's a little badly done, but I'm really proud of how it turned out. (Also, not good a titles)

Also gonna tag @virgil-has-a-houseplant cause they asked to be and @teacupfulofstarshine cause I think she'll like this.

So yeah, without further adieu, here it is!

WARNINGS: There is a slight food mention...but other than that it's just mostly fluff.

It was a known fact the each of the sides held a common characteristic with their opposite brain side. Both Roman and Virgil held wildly different skin tones from their host (Romans being a much tanner version of Thomas and Virgil being paler) and the fact that they could both draw very well. But while they kept Thomas's straight hair, both Logan and Patton took on a much curlier form of it along with their need for glasses. And much like how the other two had their opposite skin tones, these two like to keep their hair at very different lengths. Patton kept his short and, while everyone thought it would be Roman, Logan kept his longer.

(Although Roman did try long hair once, he claimed it was too much of a hassle to constantly tie it back for battles and would keep falling in his face)

The others rarely - if ever - saw Logan with his hair down. The logical side typically kept it in a low ponytail or a loose bun. And because of this, none of the others knew just how long his hair had become.

Virgil had been the first to notice. He had been on one of his many 1 a.m. nightly snack runs when he had seen the logical sides door cracked open, spilling soft light into the hall. It being a little after 1, virgil is slightly confused as to why his boyfriend - who usually very good about going to bed before midnight - was still up. While his late night planning and working wasn't unheard of, it was still pretty uncommon. And Virgil was curious to see what he was up to. He crept silently to the door and peeked around -

Only to find his boyfriend curled up in a plushy arm chair, fast asleep. An open book had slid onto his lap and his glasses had been pushed up as he leaned into the chair. Virgil gave out a quiet chuckle and went over to the sleeping side, picking up his book and setting it onto his desk before moving back. Only to freeze for a moment.

Logans hair was down. Glasses pushed up to keep the hair out of his eyes while soft curls framed the rest of his face. It had also gotten much longer than Virgil remembered, hanging down a little past his collarbones.

Without thinking, Virgil quickly whipped out his phone to snap a few pictures of the adorable sight before him before pocketing the phone and leaning over to pick Logan up. He carries the side to his bed with ease and giggles as he tries to pry the logical sides finger from his shirt. While he would never admit it, Logan was as big a cuddler as Patton.

After a few minutes, Virgil manages to free his shirt from Logans tight grasp and replaces it with the galaxy themed unicorn plushie Patton had gotten him for Christmas. He places a small kiss to the sleeping sides forehead and shuts off the light, smiling as the glow in the dark constellations appear. Virgil whispers a soft goodnight to his love and continues on his original mission. He is soon back in his bed, snacking on some chips, as he pulls out a small journal and begins to write about his new discovery, a small smile gracing his face.

Patton finds out next a few weeks later. He's come downstairs sometime during the night in order to get some more popcorn and drinks for his Office marathon, only to be stopped as he realizes the kitchen light is already on. He continues on his way, fully prepared to greet Virgil and freezes in his tracks for the second time that night.

Virgils hair was not that curly or that long.

Only one side had hair that long. Patton stared at Logans back as he made something on the counter (Patton would bet his left leg that it probably involved Crofters too). He runs his eyes over the long locks, the unruly curls that stuck out. Swiftly turning around, Patton makes his way back to his room, telling himself he didn't want to startle their boyfriend. Even though all Patton wanted to do was run his fingers through those soft locks now.

Roman, much to the royals dismay, finds out last.

It's just after ten on a Tuesday morning when he literally runs into the other side as he steps out of the bathroom. He goes to apologize and takes one look at his smart boyfriend before running off. Straight to Pattons room where he knows his two other boyfriends will be. Meanwhile, Logan has no idea what the hell just happened. One moment Roman and the next he's gone, damp locks slapping his cheeks as he turns his head to figure out where his creative boyfriend went.

...

"Have either of you two seen just how long and beautiful our nerds hair is?!" Roman exclaimed, causing the two cuddling sides to stare up at him. They shared a look before slowly nodding at Roman. "And neither of you thought to tell me?! My gods, the betrayal!"

Virgil rolled his eyes at their dramatic boyfriend while Patton let out a laugh,"Sorry kiddo. We thought that you knew too. Both Virgil and I found out just last month."

Roman huffed and crossed his arms, muttering something under his breath. It took Virgil a moment to figure out what he had said before the anxious side let out a rare laugh, "Aw, come on! You seriously can't be that jealous of his hair?!"

"Me? Jealous of Logans hair? Heavens no! I simply am upset that Specs decided to keep those beautiful locks away from us for so long. Tis a crime to hide such beauty!"

With another eye roll, Virgil looked at Roman, "He hasn't exactly been hiding it, Princey. He just doesn't wear it down often."

"Oh hush, Winnie the Blue! I can't help it if you don't know how to appreciate wonderfully, gorgeous hair." Roman exclaimed, crawling onto the bed and curling  up on the other side of Patton, "Now, Padre..."

And Virgil just curled up tighter against the dad side, rolling his eyes yet again as his boyfriends gushed over their Nerds hair. But he couldn't stop a small smile from appearing on his face.

...

Logan was confused. It had been quite a while since he had seen any of his boyfriends. Now, for Roman and Virgil that wasn't unexpected as Roman went off on quests a lot and Virgil enjoyed staying in the quiet of his room or someone elses. But Patton was usually out and about more often than not. Whether is was doing house work, cooking, or just hanging put in the living room watching T.V. and cuddling with someone.

But he hadn't seen anyone since running into Roman earlier that day.

So, with a sigh, Logan set his book down on the couch and went off in search of his boys.  He had already determined that none were downstairs, as he had been there most of the day and hadn't seen anyone. Logan made his way up the stairs and turned to Romans room first, knocking on the elaborate white door. After waiting a few moments a receiving no response, Logan pulled open the door slightly and peeked in. The room was dark with no sign of life.

With another quick glance around the room, Logan pulled the door shut and moved on to Pattons room. He was about to knock when he heard the familiar voices drift through, too muffled to make out anything. Ah, so this is where they've been all day, Logan thought, pushing the door to the morals sides room open.

Only to be met with silence.

All the talking stopped as he entered the room. Patton looked...guilty? And Romans face was slowly turning red. Virgil, on the other hand, was looking between Logan and their other boyfriends, an amused look on his face. Logan cocked his head, "I apologize, am I interrupting something I wasn't supposed to be aware of? I'm not quite sure what it could be - as there are no events coming up anytime soon - but I can leave if need be."

And Virgil lost it.

The other three stared at the anxious side in shock. It was extremely rare to here him laugh like this, so carefree like and loud. He was curled into himself, shaking slightly as his face slowly turned red, "You nerd," he gasped, calming down enough to speak, "you absolute dork." And Logan just stared at him, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face.

"We weren't planning or anything. Princey and Padre have just been...well...obsessing over your hair." Romans face was slowly becoming the color of his sash and Patton gave a small, shy smile, "Well, let me rephrase that: Roman, over here, has been obsessing over your 'magnificent locks' and Pattons just agreeing and encouraging." Virgil finished, a sly smirk on his face.

"My...hair?"

"Well, it's just you have the longest out of all of us and it's honestly so gorgeous. And we all just recently found out just how long it's become, but you wear it up so often and I was just curious as to why? Plus, we weren't obsessing," Roman shot Virgil a glare," we were merely discussing just how, well, magnificent it had gotten and all the styles the could be done with it."

"So, obsessing?"

"Quiet, pheasant!"

Logan stared at the three for a moment, "Well, it is at a decent length to do more with it, I suppose. And it's fairly manageable, which is why I haven't cut it." He turned to Roman, "If you wished to try out some styles, I wouldn't be opposed to it."

None of them had ever seen their dramatic boyfriend beam as brightly as he did in the moment.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"Yes Patton?"

"Do you think you could wear it down a little more often too? It would look sooo good on you."

"Of course."

In all honesty, Logan would do anything to make his lovers as happy as they were at that moment. Especially for that small smile Patton gave. His extremely rare of o pure joy and content.

...

The next time Thomas summoned them, Logans hair was a bit different. He had let Roman pull the top later into a small bun that sat on the back of his head while the rest swung freely about his shoulders.

While Logan didn't say anything about the change, Thomas didn't miss the way he moved his head more, letting the loose curls whip about. And he he didn't miss the look of pride and satisfaction Roman had throughout their entire conversation.

#sanders sides #polysanders #polyamsanders #lamp #calm #logan #logan sanders #logic #virgil #virgil sanders #anxiety #roman #roman sanders #creativity #patton #patton sanders #morality #fic #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction #logan with long hair #Rhayn Writes

[tapdancingeggs]

Dan and Phil: Interactive Introverts - A Summary (Dallas, TX show)

- first and foremost, SO. MANY. CAT WHISKERS.

- i made some lovely friends in the merch line and we fangirled about supernatural, harry potter, and percy jackson

- it took about 45 mins to get merch, but there was plenty of stuff left!! (i got two tshirts and a poster)

- before the show they played kpop

- g note

- an intro montage reminiscent of TATINOF

- dan and phil can’t survive texas heat (they melted on the walk from the tour bus to the venue; phil has spf 1000 sunscreen)

- phil said y’all

- “what dan and phil WON’T do during the show”

- strip tease

- Truth Bombs ft sound button

- dan doesn’t like phil’s explosion and squat combination

- phil would win a medal from an imaginary sport if it was killing houseplants, tripping over nothing, or professional daddying (???)

- “hello internet. my name is [dan]”

- (collective air brackets)

- DaNgEr MeN aT wOrK

- the flap™

- THE SIMULATION

- phil bought the Unicorn Death Frappe, did NOT sell his soul to satan, and cried himself to sleep while watching Fletnix bc he didn’t have a corgi

- dan died wearing a sloth-bear suit at a furry rave

- mob mentality is Bad

- We Are Carol.

- patch is the best™ dog

- Dan: “Phil has three balls”

- in a glass jar in a locked metal box under dan’s bed is a long sheet of paper with “LADYDOOR FURSUIT CEREAL”

- Phil: “tear and share”

- the great survey

- “the most dangerous thing to ever occur on stage... in texas... at interactive introverts” (to be continued after the break)

- during the intermission they played “the final countdown” and i have never seen so many teenagers head banging in sync all at once

- dan got strapped to a spinning target while phil launched various projectiles at him

- Wholesome Howell and Dark Phil

- Phil: “what if it’s horse milk? or rat milk? or milk from the person who’s giving you the milk?”

- we would all like to drown in a sea of Tiny Happy Puppies

- Dan: “fire me sun daddy”

- The Friendship Test (with electroshocks!!)

- “is it dan, phil, or a rat!”

- phil is the better friend and dan got shocked so hard he “destroyed” the lighting system

- casual talk and texas bants™

- WE WOULD ALL WATCH YOUR ANIME CHANNEL, LEO

- and kay, if you’re out there, be my friend

- synchronized YEEE

- dan made a supernatural reference

- Interactive Introverts Awards (i want to say they called it “monumental i awards, but i honestly can’t remember)

- grumpy parents lol

- a video of a dog running through the snow

- PHIL’S DISS TRACK

- plus two curse words??? (bitch and shit)

- dan played the piano and sang (phil joined in for a little duet)

- “we’re interactive introverts” *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

- ending with the best, sappiest song ever (lowkey teared up)

i totally didn’t write down everything they did, so i’ll probably revisit this post later to add on.

this was honestly one of the best nights of my life, and i’m so thankful i got to see these two dorks live 😊❤️

please add anything you want from your show experience!!

#interactive introverts #ii spoilers #dan and phil #dan howell #daniel howell #phil lester #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #phan #dnp #dan and phil tour #interactive introverts tour #phan tour #phandom #7/1/18 #long post

[accioavocados]

MARCELINA BLOEM-WEASLEY

tw: death mentions:

marcie was born in brussels, belgium, to laila mansour and leon bloem. she was raised by her dad

introduction

name: marcelina gravity bloem-weasley. also known as: marcie, marce. age:  25. birthday: february 14th. birthplace: brussels, belgium. languages spoken: french as first language, spanish, english astrological sign: aquarius. species: half-blood witch (pureblood mother, half-blood father), metamorphmagus. gender: cis female. sexual orientation: bisexual. occupation: wizengamot judge / phd student.

personality

label: the astrophile, the benevolent, the bibliophile, the anthomaniac, the aesthete, the wine mum, the mamabear. positive traits: cheerful, ambitious, generous, caring, organised. negative traits: stubborn, overdramatic, overemotional. fears: losing her loved ones, spiders, slightly claustrophobic. hobbies: quidditch; singing, dancing, baking, diy, disney, gardening. nervous habits: fidgets, bites pens, plays with her hair, keeps herself busy. habits: wakes up no later than 6:30 am, starts the day from a cup of green tea, a workout, and a 12 step skincare routine. 

appearance

face claim: emeraude toubia. height: 5′4. eye color: dark brown. hair description:

color: black.

highlights: 

length: waist-long.

worn: usually down, sometimes curly, sometimes straight, naturally wavy.

scars: emotional + various scars from when she played quidditch + cat scratches. piercings: one in each ear.

tattoos: CLICK + part of reese’s wedding vows on her rib

clothing style: smart casual, always heels, lots of dresses, designer, clothes stolen from Reese’s closet

health

physical ailments: neurological conditions: anxiety, slight ptsd from her attack, birth trauma. allergies: bees. sleeping habits: very light sleeper, fidgets in her sleep. eating habits: vegetarian. exercise habits: she goes to the gym regularly, jogs, swims + runs after her twins. emotional stability: 5/10, especially after the attack. sociability: the life of the party. body temperature: warm. addictions: flowers, houseplants and tattoos. drug use: no. alcohol use: wine, aperol spritzs in the summer.

relationships

father: leon bloem, deceased, harry potter - father figure. mother: laila mansour, deceased?, pansy parkinson - mother figure siblings: relatives: lydia flores, grandmother, muggle grandfather and his family living in brussels, maternal grandparents that she does not keep in touch with. family line of work: ministry workers, socialites, quidditch players, muggle lawyers. best friends: cassie malfoy, dylan parkinson friends: rose weasley, jackson krum, gabriel graves, teddy lupin-poter casual acquaintances: alastor lestrange, catalina perez love interest: reese weasley, husband. children: gene arthur bloem-weasley, leon october bloem-weasley

exes: dylan parkinson, phoenix zabini. enemies: phoenix zabini.

education

school: hogwarts. house: ravenclaw. best core class: charms, herbology, transfiguration. worst core class: history of magic. elective: comc. quidditch: chaser, captain of the ravenclaw team in years 5 & 6. extra-curricular: art club.

magic

wand:

length: 14 inches.

flexibility: reasonably supple.

wood: cedar.

core: unicorn hair.

pets: cats: henry and mistletoe; dogs: olaf and pumpkin boggart: death eaters. patronus: a cat. amortentia: broom wax, old books, hot chocolate, cinnamon, lilies of the valley.

favorites

theme song: Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles. food: brownies, italian, salads. drink: hazelnut cappuccino. color:  darks. animal: all of them. flower: wild flowers, lavender but also all of the flowers she can find. season: spring because everything comes to life.

#marcelina