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[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

sorry we put your morally complex black female character in a fandom. yeah they're vilifying her for making difficult decisions under severe duress. yeah no it's too late, they're already writing porn about the random white guy with 30 seconds of screentime who did all the same bad stuff that she did but for worse reasons. yeah. yeah no. not really anything we can do at this point. sorry

[notherpuppet]

which is it you guys? “Stop they’re too cute” or “MORE!!!!”????? I can’t do both

[carnevol]

[minzbins-moved]

🐱🔎

[unetonriehuja]

"se on pillu ✨"

[myokk]

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(to accompany this 15 min scribble, a 2 min scribble under the cut…before or after😌🙏)

[duelinthesun]

[theblob1958]

Dr. Zira and Cornelius in Planet of the Apes (1968)

[heylorrain]

TW: All of them. Mainly Infertility issues.

The damaged one from Lorrain to Ominis

I feel at a trial, my nails digging on my knees.  waiting for your harsh and inevitable verdict. before I rot in your oblivion.  I can feel our thin red thread fraying. As I wait for your response,  for the first time, I can’t read you. It 's already dusk. Your silence speaks volumes.  And Gods, I don’t blame you,  How could I ever?  I’m a broken woman, if that’s even what I am. Forgive me for being this way, for in every lifetime I'll waste your gift. I wish I could carry, hug, kiss, the fruit of our love. I’m sure they would have had your eyes, those two precious stars I’d always loved. I wish I wasn’t broken.  I wish I could’ve been normal.  But I’m not.  I feel your longing for fatherhood.  I wish I could give it to you.  To grant your yearning, I really wish I could. I hate myself for not being able to.  Around us, families are growing,  Their legacies expanding,  We are the consenting uncle and aunt But that’s all we are.  That’s all I will ever be, I’ve poisoned my body in silence,  Trying twisted ways to give you  what you cry in secret. But nothing has worked.  I wish my womb could be a home,  even if it’s just one time,  One chance is all I dream of.  But I know it won’t happen.  I feel at a trial, my nails digging on the table.  waiting for your answer.  Out of all your options, why did you choose me? The broken one,  The damaged one.

From Dusk to Dawn from Ominis to Meva Lorra.

I feel you distant,  What has made you think you can only tell me your sorrows when you’re at your breaking point? I’m in disbelief, not because of the news I’ve long known but because you’ve carried them alone What made you think I wouldn’t be willing to carry them with you? It 's already dusk. I can hear your teeth grinding,  your foot stomping repeatedly on our floor What made you think I’ll agree to what you’re asking me? Between you, and the rest of the world,  I’ll always choose you, whatever that path is, wherever it leads,  before anything and anyone, there’s always you.  I feel your head turn every time we pass crowds,  your eyes landing on the little ones,  running and laughing, and I might be blind but, What made you think I cannot see through you?  There’s nothing to be fixed,  because there’s nothing broken,  What made you think that women  are only the ones who bring life into this world? I feel your longing for motherhood, I know you’ve felt mine as well. But I do not wish it if it’s not with you. I beg you, don’t feel like an intruder when we’re around others.  I feel you sinking, your light disappearing.  We are the consenting aunt and uncle,  and I’m fine being just that, with you. We could travel the world, alone together and have that bothy in the woods you’ve always wanted. Stay out late waiting for the mooncalf to do their dance,  and don’t do the dishes ‘till Monday. Fine, I’ll let you teach me how to ride a broom,  only if you let me teach you how to cook. I crumble at night because of what you’re doing to yourself, your body doesn’t deserve nothing but cherish and love, your entire being is sacred and ethereal to me,  What made you think I’ll want to change anything from it?  I’ll walk by your side, every step of the way,  If you stop, I’ll squeeze your hand and wait for whenever you’re ready If you lay down, I’ll lay down next to you and humm that melody you enjoy so much. I’m not moving, even if it rains or snows inside you,  because your hands are mine to hold,  your lips are mine to kiss,  your body,YOU, the only delight in this world I crave all day everyday.  I feel like you’re gone, spiraling down your thoughts,  come back to me, please,  There’s nothing to choose from, it has always been You. The kind woman,  The lovin woman.  I'll be with you, every dusk and every dawn of our lifes I'll hold you when things go wrong I'm right here.

Reference from sketches on my pinterest as always

[foursaints]

re: last post. evan rosier being sacked from st. mungo's & then swiftly scooped up by tom to fill the death eater's need for a healer is something that can be so personal

evan had his own room at the back of riddle house. it was filled with antique surgical devices and "medical" textbooks with the most concerning titles & absolutely NOBODY ever wanted to get healed. i picture like, avery or whoever clumsily healing lucius's wounds until tom comes upon this like ? i've specifically enlisted a VERY SKILLED healer for this exact purpose. and the other death eaters are just like.... i don't know how to tactfully say that you couldn't PAY me to enter evan rosier's den of inferi autopsies & rusty bone-saws. he was FIRED from st. mungo's. his healing magic hurts WORSE than the original wound. he's WEIRD and it smells like DEATH in there

they go anyway because they're scared of tom. barty is the only one who just simply can't relate. that's his happy place

[davidbyrne]

"I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe[...]. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song."

Happy Birthday David Byrne (May 14, 1952)

[stuck-in-jelly]

The idea that we have the potential to watch these characters go through multiple stages of their life, some of them into their 30s others quite possibly in their 40s is just so heartwarming.

The possibility that we won’t abandon the main cast for new younger child heroes but instead we get to follow in their life! Through marriages, through education, through moves, through new ventures, through strife, through major life changes, and through life beyond when they were children! While they are still allowed to be the focus!!

Arc 3 has the potential to do something amazing by keeping us following the full lives of these characters and I really hope we get it.

[verrstappen]

max giggling twirling his hair kicking his feet doubling over laughing crying the second daniel opens his mouth is so. is the dick that good. is it worth this level of humiliation max. this man is so far beyond being lost in the sauce he's drowning in the sauce hes fucking dead in the fucking sauce. pick urself off of the floor max for the love of god

[artsy-1diot]

i feel like its been too long since I've drawn firesetter art especially for my main,,,, more gay people art for thee,,,,,,,,,,

[oya-oya-okay]

THE ORIGINAL by @anbaisai HERE ‼️‼️‼️

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR LETTING ME COLOR THIS!!😭💗💖💞💗💓 I WAS VERY HAPPY!😭😭😭 IT WAS REALLY DIFFICULT.. But it's very exciting!!❣️💞 The line is so thin and beautiful!!! I'm sure I made the shadows wrong lmao😭 But I tried very hard!!💖

[myokk]

clumsy🫶