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agentcricket-art · 14 hours ago
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drew some dinluke for @somedayillfindthecourage’s birthday c: i understand why people complain so much about drawing armor now
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serialreblogger · 17 hours ago
life update! (I hope you're doing well friend I know your health isn't the best) school starts soon! it's my last year and I'm very nervous ghjihkhg. I'm getting back into cosplaying and it's exciting :D
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Shelby for your time :3
SHELBY I LOVE U
That's so exciting friend!! definitely it's scary to be going into ur last year bc there's no getting around the Great Unknown-ness of life beyond high school, but as someone on the other side of the Great Unknown i am SO excited for you. i hope ur last year is absolutely spectacular, but i'm also so glad ur almost past the threshold into freedom! life gets so much better from graduation on, friend, congratulations on surviving high school so far and may this year bring some happy memories for you to carry into the unknown, still happier future <3
#also ye i have been like. completely absent for the past week or so apologies for that#i got 0.2 spoons per day and my emotions are not up to social media lately#thank you for the cat i love her so much#and thank you for the update!! truly i am so excited for u friend#high school is a wild time but i think (bearing in mind that i don't rly remember all that much of high school) ur last year is a good one#as a general rule#ur teachers tend to be more chummy esp towards the end bc ur almost gone and a lot of them'll miss u#and well. if u have teachers like i had in elementary school who get off on scaring kids and who try to tell u like#''the real world is much crueller u aren't prepared high school is sheltered compared to'' whatever#again. i've said it before but. they are absolutely a boatload of liars#if u go to college ur teachers will treat u like human beings! and u'll get to take classes that interest you!!#and maybe move out and get a tiny little space of your own - a place that's yours; that's safe#god i can't tell you how much freedom you'll have; how much more support is offered you with that freedom than u might think#it's good. i promise. if u go straight into the workforce guess what?#the worst part is doing interviews which is basically the same level of bleh as standardized testing and it happens much less often#u take like 20 tests & quizzes in each class? u do maybe 5 or 10 interviews before someone hires u and u get to test them while ur there#and then u have a job and not homework and suddenly the stress of working is limited to 8 hours a day and your evenings are your own#and you can maybe move out and get a whole cramped little apartment of your own and go grocery shopping and exist#just. exist. your own person; your own freedom and safety and it's scary but it's yours#god. it gets so much better from here. i'm so happy you're almost there. you deserve the world friend#you really really do#ask linden
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wondersmith-and-sons · a year ago
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I hope this email finds you, I hope this email brings you all and in the darkness binds you
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jivke · 3 years ago
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jeanne / jeanne
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thebibliosphere · 3 years ago
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I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.
And just because I can:
“Dad...” 
Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.
“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 
The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.
“Did you want something?”
“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.
And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.
“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”
“I want my friends to come visit.”
Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your...friends?”
“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”
Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 
“I see. For how long?”
“A...a week...maybe two...They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries...” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”
Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t...”
I want my friends...friends...how often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 
“...know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”
Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”
Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”
“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”
“I’m...very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”
“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask...”
“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for...everything.”
Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 
Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 
Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.
“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us...”
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pajamasecrets · 2 years ago
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When I was doing the scene, [director] Alex Graves said “When you say that last line, ‘I can be your family,’ say it like ‘I love you.’” And that’s the take that they used.—Maisie Williams
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guinevak · 4 years ago
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new star wars: *casts a bunch of gorgeous talented men of color in complex, heroic, charismatic roles*
new star wars: *casts a couple of weedy white dudes as smug genocidal bastards in the enthusiastic service of a galactic dictator*
fandom: ........ anyway I think the most fascinating and deeply sympathetic, perhaps the ONLY sympathetic character in this opus is the weasel-faced space nazi with affluenza
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lightlybow · 2 years ago
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My Uninformed Impression of JJBA
If Street Fighter characters cosplayed Sailor Moon villains
Everyone is a Jojo?
Heck, you’re probably a Jojo too
Dio is objectively a fartface
There’s like 50 arcs. You’re drowning in the arcs. When do they stop
ゴゴゴゴ
Who needs a plotline when you can have MUSCLES
Extreme hathead sailor boy
Big Gay Energy
Araki = incarnation of either a trickster god or a music wiki
No one has any clue about what’s going on, least of all the publisher
In 4 words: Horny Couture Fever Dream
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bcarstairs · 7 months ago
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You're laughing. Supernatural's VFX coordinator just went on an utterly unhinged and incredibly homophobic twitter rant in which he confirmed destiel then said that dean is a top and an alpha, but not bisexual, and you're laughing.
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thechekhov · 9 months ago
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What the hap is f
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alzheimersparrotroute · 3 years ago
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I’m slightly terrified of them
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gingersnapwolves · 8 months ago
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the writers of Supernatural really dead-ass saw all the hype Game of Thrones got for having the worst ending ever and went ‘hold my beer’, huh
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mikkeneko · a year ago
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...Right before waking up this morning I dreamed that Jaskier had written a song for Geralt about Renfri, wherein she was a bandit queen in love with the White Wolf and wants him to leave witchering and marry her. But he won’t give up his calling, and then a hag casts a curse on her to freeze her heart and she sends her bandit troops against geralt for scorning her and he has to kill them all, then after all the men are dead he kisses her and melts her heart and she dies
and the song is a huge hit and succeeds at turning the populace to view the whole ‘Butcher of Blaviken’ business as a romantic tragedy instead of the ugly stupidness it actually was
alas i don’t remember most of the verses, but the chorus went something like:
"So he chopped and he hewed And he stabbed and he slew And he cried 'O love, relent!' But her heart was ice, and she gave no dice In the square at Blaviken"
it was a banger
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corseque · 4 years ago
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I don't know very many lore details about lotr - never finished return of the king because iirc too many paragraphs about frodo rock climbing - but from time to time I find myself looking for fanfic that humanizes Tolkien's orcs. Like... fic of lotr Tolkien orc ocs. I've never looked up lotr fic about anything else. There's just something about the idea of an Utterly Evil Monster Race that gets me instantly defensive x 3000
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