#12:53pm

[thebirdandhersong]

it's been a solid while since my mad augh augh deeply ingrained love for a ship has made me want to kick myself in the teeth

[the-tortured-poets-dpt]

finally was up early enough to witness the surprise songs happening and i’m baffled

[theconnollygroup]

Criss Blaziny x Lazy ED – CORAZON

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[kodittomat]

Veera Hurmaava Veera etsii kotia

[fluffyapathybunny]

born to die

forced to exist

[mft-toyama]

Microsoftが4780万kmを超える道路データをGeoJSON形式/ODbLライセンスで公開！ データは2020年〜2022年に撮影されたMaxarやAirbusの衛星画像含むBing Maps画像から深層学習モデル（Res U-Net）で判読して作成したそうです。 https://t.co/99pkD3ka8v

— ぴっかりん (@ra0kley) Dec 27, 2022

[extinctlesspains]

𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝐸𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

»»——⍟——««

»»——⍟——««

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒- 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑? 𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠. 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔

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11:36pm

"Clearly, you don't want a girlfriend, Kwon. Which is why we should break up!" Your words kept replaying in Kwon's head. Why were they in his mind though? He didn't need anybody. He bounced his leg up and down in frustration. The tv kept playing, combining with the sounds of rain that was coming from outside.

He paid no attention to the tv show, for his thoughts were only on you. A part of him wished you were snuggled right next to him like old times. He missed your warmth, and your smile... and your voice. He missed everything.

He hated the thought of you moving on and he wanted nothing more than to see you. He loved you and he wasn't going to lose you... He couldn't.

Clenching his jaw, he rose from his seat on the couch and walked to the front door, grabbing an umbrella before heading out his house at towards yours. His first and only love.

11:53pm

Rain drenched Kwon's clothing making the young boy shiver as he approached your door. "Please be awake..." He whispered to himself, ringing the doorbell. He prayed that the first face he saw was yours.

"Kwon?" You opened the door, confused as to why Kwon was at your doorstep. Your eyes widened as you saw the state he was in. He looked as if he had been crying which was something you never saw him do. "Are... Are you okay?-" you tried questioning him but got cut off.

"I had to see you. I'm so sorry I... I was foolish and I didn't show you you're worth." He stammered, tearing up along his words. "Kwon... Come-come inside!-" you reasoned but he stared at you, shaking his head.

"No.... Let me finish...." You shook your head ,shocked as to how Kwon was showing affection to you. Your hand retracted from the doorknob, going down to your side.

"Forgive me, Y/n..." You stepped back as he stepped forward into your house, towering over you. He set down his umbrella to cup your face.

12:00am

"I love you, and I will run through the middle of the night while it rains just to prove it to you." He whispered as tears fell from his eyes. Seeing him vulnerable was so rare. He gulped nervously before connecting your lips together.

"Please... Just- just give me one more chance." He said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. He stared at you in awe.

You smiled softly before closing the open front door and reconnecting your lips together for another passion filled kiss, showing your willingness to give another chance to him.

[bronzecats]

National Rainbow Week of Action in Canada

In this post I have compiled all the information I could find regarding upcoming events for the Rainbow Week of Action. There are two online events, and dozens on in-person events across the country.

"Within the Rainbow Week of Action, we are pushing governments and elected officials at every level to take action for Rainbow Equality and address rising anti-2SLGBTQIA+ hate. As such, we have identified calls to action for every level of government. These calls to action can be reviewed here."

Event list below:

Events are listed in date order, provinces in general west-to-east order. I have included as much detail as possible, please reference the links at the bottom of the post. At this time, there are no events in N.W.T. and Nova Scotia. Last updated: May 14th, 9:53pm PDT. Please note that I am not officially affiliated with / an organizer of these events, I have simply compiled all the dates to share on tumblr. Original post content.

B.C. EVENTS:

15th: Fernie; Fernie Seniors Drop-In Centre, 572 3rd Avenue, 6:00PM. (Letter writing and Potluck)

17th: Vancouver; šxʷƛ̓ənəq Xwtl'e7énḵ Square - Vancouver Art Gallery North Plaza, 750 Hornby St, 5:30PM. (Rally)

19th, Sunday: Abbotsford; Jubilee Park, 5:00PM. (Rally)

ALBERTA EVENTS:

15th: Lethbridge; McKillop United Church, 2329 15th Ave S, 12:00-1:00PM (letter writing)

17th, Friday: Calgary; Central Memorial Park, 1221 2 St SW, 5:30PM. (Rally)

17th: Edmonton; Wilbert McIntyre Park, 8331 104 St NW, 6:00PM. (Rally)

SASKATCHEWAN EVENTS:

17th: Saskatoon; Vimy Memorial Park, 500 Spadina Crescent E, 5:30PM. (Rally)

17th: Regina; Legislative Grounds, 2405 Legislative Dr, 6:30PM. (Rally)

May 18th: Saskatoon; Grovenor Park United Church, 407 Cumberland Ave S, 6:00PM. (Art event)

MANITOBA EVENTS:

16th: Carman; Paul's Place, 20 1 Ave SW, 7:00-9:00PM. (Letter writing)

19th: Winnipeg; Manitoba Legislature, 450 Broadway, 12:00PM. (Rally)

ONTARIO EVENTS:

15th: Barrie; UPlift Black, 12 Dunlop St E, 6:00-7:30PM. (Letter writing)

15th: Chatham; CK Gay Pride Association, 48 Centre St, 5:00-6:30PM. (Letter writing)

15th: Peterborough; Trinity Community Centre, 360 Reid St, 12:00-3:00PM. (Letter writing)

16th: Midland; Midland Public Library, 4:30-7:30PM. (Letter writing and pizza)

16th: Ottawa; Impact Hub, 123 Slater Street, 2:00PM. (Letter writing)

16th: Toronto; Barbara Hall Park, 519 Church St, 11:30AM. (Rally)

17th, Friday: Barrie; City Hall, 70 Collier St, 6:00PM. (Rally)

17th: Cornwall; 167 Pitt St, 5:30PM. (Rally)

17th: Essex; St. Paul's Anglican Church, 92 St. Paul St, 6:00-8:00PM. (Letter writing and pizza)

17th: Hamilton; City Hall, 71 Main St W, 6:00PM. (Rally)

17th: Kitchener; City Hall, 200 King St W, 6:00PM. (Rally)

17th: London; City Hall, 300 Dufferin Ave, 6:00PM. (Rally)

17th: Sarnia; City Hall, 255 Christina St N, 1:00PM. (Rally)

17th: Sault Ste Marie; City Hall, 99 Foster Dr, 11:30AM. (Rally)

17th: Ottawa; Confederation Park, Elgin St, 5:30PM. (Rally)

22nd: Renfrew; 161 Raglan St. South, 7:00PM. (Letter writing, fashion and makeup event, and pizza)

QUEBEC EVENTS:

May 15th: Lachute; CDC Lachute, 57, rue Harriet, 12:30PM. (Letter writing event)

NEW BRUNSWICK EVENTS:

17th: Woodstock; Citizen's Square, Chapel St, Next to the L.P. Fisher Public Library, 12:00-1:00PM. (rally)

17th: Saint John; City Hall, 15 Market Square, 12:30PM. (Rally, flag raising)

18th, Saturday: Fredericton; Legislative Grounds, 706 Queen Street, 1:00PM. (Rally)

NOVA SCOTIA EVENTS:

May 17th: Middleton; NSCC AVC RM 121, 6:30-8:30PM (letter writing and pizza)

P.E.I. EVENTS:

May 15th: Charlottetown; Peers Alliance Office, 250B Queen Street, 6:00-8:00PM. (Adult drop-in)

May 16th: Charlottetown, Peers Alliance Office, 250B Queen Street, 6:00-7:00PM.

May 17th: Charlottetown; PEI Legislative Assembly, 165 Richmond St, 12:00PM. (Rally)

YUKON EVENTS:

16th: Whitehorse; The Cache, 4230 4 Ave, 2:00-7:00PM. (Letter writing)

NUNAVUT EVENTS:

May 16th, Thursday: Iqaluit; Four Corners, 922 Niaqunngusiariaq St, 5:00PM. (Letter writing)

Reference links:

About the Rainbow Week of Action.

Website letter writing events list (does not include all events)

General events website list (does not include all events)

Instagram general events image list

Instagram letter writing / pizza party image list

[yourstrulynameless]

Welcome Overseer.

WARNING: File contains topics such as mass murder, delusions and descriptions of gore.

> P r o c e e d .

>LOG_BEGIN

``` ANNOUNCER, 12:53pm: All security clearance level 1 junior researchers, and all University Level Foundation students, please head to conference room J197 for debriefing. Tardiness and absence will be punished and put on record.```

```CAM-28-K-1, 12:55

Researcher ▉︎█︎▆︎: The fuck? Since when were we scheduled for a debrief?

Dr.▉︎▋︎▉︎▆︎: Wait what’s that about? Was there some sorta accident?

Student █︎▇︎: Guys let’s get going— We can’t be late, who knows what the directors will do to us!—”```

```Notes of Dr.[Name Pending], 7:56am

“7 Deaths. 7 in a row. They killed me again and again. They shot me, but didn’t have the kindness to do it in the head. They tore me apart. Again and again I watched my flesh tear and my bones shatter. I felt it 7 times. They waited to make sure I died before transfer. They crouched around my body like children staring at roadkill. I felt my teeth split in my skull. I heard them laugh. I had so much time to think. I had too much.

I’m going to save those poor souls. They can’t ever experience what I did. They can’t know more. This is a mercy. This is help. No one came to save me. I must be their saviour. They must only experience it once. Once. I am God.”```

``` Incident Report: Saint Peter’s Massacre

Date and time: 3/█︎/20█︎

Fatalities: 28

Cause of death: Gross Dismemberment by chainsaw

Anomaly/s Involved: SCP-963

SCP-963 is to be put in high contained and demoted. It is not to be given anything by request. Visitation is strictly prohibited without Level 4 clearance. It is not to be trusted until proven loyal to the Foundation once again. SCP-963’s amulet must always be visible, harsh punishment and force will be used to ensure so.

This should never happen again. Those poor newbies. They didn’t know what they had coming.```

```Addendum-963-a, 28/█︎/19█︎: SCP-963 is always to be given a 1 week recovery period between deaths. The mental strain may cause symptoms of Schizophrenia, Depression, PTSD and BPD. No contact must be maintained throughout the 1 week period. Only people requested by Dr.[Name Pending] itself may vist.```

>END_LOG

[strawberrylabs]

Strawberry's Whumptober masterlist!

warning!! some of these post will contain gore, death, mental distress and other themes that may be disturbing to some readers! Please pay attention to they tags on each post and read with caution!

note: These will be 'x reader' posts because as this is an 'x reader' blog. Most if not all characters will be genshin characters simply because I know them better. If you have a character you want with a certain prompt, feel free to request it and I will write it when I get to it

if I am late some days please rest assured the fics will be uploaded eventually!

PRONOUNS: majority of my works will have no pronouns or gendered terms used for reader, if they are used they will be gender neutral or they/them. If you'd prefer she/her or he/him, there will be a link on the gn fics for both other options. If there is a specific set of pronouns you want me to use, i can edit upload another version with those pronouns, just let me know<3

Update (17th of Oct): whumptober is being put in hold temporarily, some things are going on and I can't really write atm. Everything will eventually be written by the end of October! Just a little delayed is all. Please be patient<3

Day 1: "how many fingers am I holding up?" with Albedo from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 2: "They don't care about you" with Alhaitham from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 3: "Make it stop" with Xiao from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 4: "I see the danger, it's written there in your eyes" with Beidou from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 5: Debris with Wanderer from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 6: Made to watch with Kaveh from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 7: "Can you hear me?" with Kokomi from Genshin impacy [Here!]

Day 8: "It's all for nothing" with Abyss!Aether from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 9: "You're a liar" with Brother!Kaeya (and brother!Diluc) from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 10: "You said you'd never leave" with brother!Bennet from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 11: "No one will find you" with Cyno from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 12: "I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?" with Freminet from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 13: "I don't feel so good" with Tighnari from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 14: "Just hold on" with Heizou from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 15: "I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself" with Ayato from Genshin impact [on hold]

Day 16: "Don't go where I can't follow" with Lyney from Genshin impact [on hold]

Day 17: "Leave me alone!" with brother!Mika from Genshin impact [On hold]

Day 18: Blindfold/tortured for information with Venti from Genshin impact [on hold]

Day 19: "I'll take one final step, all you have to do is make me" with Ningguang from Genshin impact [on hold]

Day 20: "You will regret touching them"/found family with Siblings!Bennet, Razor and Fischl from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 21: "Don't move" with Kazuha from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 22: "Watch out!" with Neuvillette from Genshin impact [in prohress]

Day 23: "Who's there?" with Childe from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 24: Neglect with Aether from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 25: "They're not breathing!" with Cyno from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 26: "You look awful" with sibling!Chongyun from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 27: "Let me see" with Xiao from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 28: "You'll have to go through me" with Lynette from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 29: "I only sink deeper the deeper I think" with Baizhu from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 30: "It's ok to say 'I'm not ok'" with Lyney from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 31: "Take it easy" with Aether from Genshin impact [in progress]

If there are prompts you want to see with certain characters send a request and ill write something for them and add it to the masterlist<3

masterlist will be updated as I make the posts!

last update: 14th of october 2023, 10:53pm (AEST)

[im-leaking]

NSFW Omorashi

Holding until 12am challenge. It is 10:23pm and I kinda have to go. I’ll drink water at 11pm to make it harder but I don’t think I’m gonna make it until 12 because I’m at maybe 4/10, it’s not bad but it’s a little distracting.

11:00pm: I don’t have to go that badly maybe at a 5/10 but drinking water… I don’t know if I can hold much longer after that…

11:10pm: finished my drink. I do kinda have to go potty.. it’s not bad but pressing on my bladder is starting to… you know.

11:18pm: I tied myself up into a harness. I’m now naked, nearly leaked a tiny bit on the bed when tying it on myself. I tried to get the one rope around my bladder as tight as possible. It’s so embarrassing, I kinda have a wedgie and my pussy is already so wet and these ropes aren’t helping.. 😣

11:24pm: my pussy looks so cute squished between the rope. My little dick is so hard too and I’m playing with myself to make it harder. Still not bursting, just really excited. If I don’t get desperate I’ll extend the time and wait.

11:30pm: watching videos of people able to get relief while playing with myself.. I nearly had a little potty accident because I’m also spreading my legs wide… I might leak even though I don’t have to pee to bad. It’s maybe a 6/10 but masturbating makes it hard… 😣😣

11:38pm: MPH! I leaked a little.. I’m at a 7/10 and pressing my bladder is really starting to take affect. This video was so hot but when the girl started going (oh it looked like she had to potty so badly) I just let out a leak as if it was time for me to start going too! I need to hold. Not much longer.

11:41pm: this video is so hot. The girls are getting vibrators on them and they’re exploding in their pants… I really wanna go tinkle.. it’s only getting worse and worse… I’m so close to cumming too but I really cannot let myself.

11:47pm: listening to water noises and doing some omo challenges. I have to lay with my legs spread for a minute and not squirm and I feel like I’m about to piss the bed. It’s at a 9/10 now easily and pressing my bladder will probably make me explode, which is the next part of the challenge. The rope on my abdomen is making it so hard.. massaging my bladder now and I leaked a tiny bit. I don’t know if I can make it.. MPH.. leaked. BIG LEAK.

11:53pm: moved to the bathroom because I am about to SOAK.. still listening to water sounds. Now I’m sitting on the toilet still naked with my harness on listening to these noises and I’m trying to not let go right now. When it hits 11:59 I’m gonna flush and wash my hands with warm water the rest of the time. Touching my bladder is making my pussy leak and mmm I have to potty so so so bad… 😣 I’m spreading my legs now and my goodness these are the longest minutes ever. It’s 11:58 now and I only have a little longer. I keep dripping and… I don’t think I’m gonna hold when washing my hands..

11:59pm: DRIPPING ON THE FLOOR BUT MY RULE IS I HAVE TO WIPE IT CROUCHED WITH MY LEGS SPREAD. WERE GONNA HVAE A REPEAT OF THAT ONE TIME..

12:07pm: I didn’t take that long cleaning up. Had a few leaks and ended up grabbing my pussy to make it stop 😣 after I cleaned it up I jumped in the tub, laid down, spread my legs and started gushing when rubbing my dick. I was squirting all over and came so good 🤤

Mission: success! I made it to 12:00am!!

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Harry and Prince William's wedding guest list differences are very telling by u/AdelaideSadieStark

Harry and Prince William's wedding guest list differences are very telling TLDR; William has closer connections with his family, not just first cousins or family who you're 'expected to invite' but also his mother's maternal side of the family and the Queen Mother's side of the family, he's also got a large social circle from his time at Uni and during the time him and Catherine were dating. He seemed to get along with people from Catherine's world. Harry on the other hand invited family you're expected to invite, like immediate aunts and uncles, first cousins. He also seems to aristocracy. I don't know if it's because he's a snob or the aristocracy were the only people who tolerated him. (guest list at the bottom) All of the Queen and Princess Margaret's decedents are invited, as expected.William invited more distant cousins he invited the Queen's cousins, his father's second cousins and in some cases his third cousins. Harry on the other hand invited a handful of his grandmother's cousins. Since they're working royals i guess the Queen invited them.From the Spencer side, Harry only invited his aunts and uncles and first cousins. William along with his aunts and first cousins, also invited Lady Anne Wake-Walker (nee Spencer), his great-aunt (Diana's aunt). Lady Anne's daughter and son-in-law Elizabeth Wake-Walker and Anthony Wake-Walker. He also invited his second cousin, Davina Duckworth-Chad and her husband Tom Barber.Harry had one member from the Bowes-Lyon family, one from the Mountbatten family, and from the Parker Bowles family he invited his two step-siblings and one of Tom and Laura's cousins. He also invited Catherine's immediate family. Meghan only had her mother at the wedding. William also invited the Roche family (Diana's maternal side of the family), Camilla's ex, Tom and Laura, Camilla's sister's family, and Camilla's bather's family as well as three members from the Bowes-Lyon family. Catherine had 22 members of her family, some of her second cousins were also there.In terms of friends, most of Harry's friends were friends from childhood or younger siblings of people who William was friends with (ex; Emilie van Cutsem, widow of the groom's father's friend, Hugh van Cutsem and Tom Inskip (friend of the groom from Eton College; son of Owen Inskip, a friend of the groom's father)). It honestly doesn't seem like Harry has a lot of friends who he made himself. Compare that to William and Catherine's wedding where they have friends from Uni, someone who worked at the grocery store they frequented, the Middleton family's butchers, neighbour of the couple's while at university, in some cases his friends parents were also invited.William's wedding also had a load foreign royals compared to Harry who only had Prince Seeiso of Lesotho and his wife, and The Hereditary Prince and Princess of Oettingen-Spielberg who aren't 'technically' royalty. But that's more to do with their positions in the line of succession than anything personal.https://ift.tt/3YfPEjw post link: https://ift.tt/mA6GuX4 author: AdelaideSadieStark submitted: September 12, 2024 at 01:53PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[exquisite-peculiarity]

Update on the Fur Affinity hack!

For those who don't know, Fur Affinity is a furry site that hosts furry art, writing, photos, etc. It's an important and unique community beloved by its userbase. The person who founded and ran the site, Dragoneer, passed away 8/6/24. His friends and family are working together, with the support of the community, to keep the site up and running. They have a gofundme campaign to cover site expenses and the debt of his estate to keep the site from getting sold off as an asset. So far, it is looking bright. Unfortunately, this week, bad actors hijacked the site. They didn't break into the private info, but redirected traffic and communications to other places, including Kiwifarms (alt right site) who promptly released a statement that they weren't involved, and the hijack was at the expense of both websites. Fortunately for everyone, it's been resolved, and the site is safe to use again.

Here's the statement from their discord:

"Good Afternoon!

Yesterday, after meeting for several hours with Network Solutions (our domain registrar), they finally agreed to our demands to lock our account and revert changes made to our domain name’s NAMESERVER configuration. This lock also prevents anyone from signing in and making further changes. A fraud investigation has been launched on their part, and upon conclusion, our account will be fully released to us and we will receive more information on how this hijacking occurred. Our domain is directing traffic correctly.

While the bad actor was in control of our domain between Tuesday, August 20th at 12:47AM ET and Wednesday, August 21st at 2:28PM ET, they redirected our traffic to other websites and they set up an email server to receive any emails that were sent to any of our @furaffinity.net accounts. If you sent any emails to our @furaffinity.net accounts during that time, then the bad actor has those emails, we did not receive them, and you should act appropriately to secure and protect your information. Furthermore, any emails sent from @furaffinity.net during that time would have been sent by the bad actor and should not be trusted. The bad actor never had access to our actual email accounts, any previous emails, nor data we have previously received.

It is important to stress that the Fur Affinity web server itself was never compromised, and the bad actor never had access to any private information therein such as our user and server data (It's as if someone stole your home address and had your mail and visitors routed somewhere else. Your house and everything inside is fine, only the address and incoming/outgoing mail were affected). **As a precautionary measure during the incident, we invalidated all current login sessions and you will need to log back into your account.**

**✨🌟🎉 FUR AFFINITY IS NOW ONLINE AND MAY BE ACCESSED SAFELY! 🎉🌟✨**

Furthermore, as of last night (August 21st at 9:53PM ET), we have regained access to our Twitter account, and with the help of Whanos (@KernelJunkie), reclaimed our username (@FurAffinity). And as of this morning (August 22nd at 10:45AM ET), we also secured Dragoneer's personal Twitter account.

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regulus black’s guide to face painting and falling in love

halloween au <3

struggling artist reg - dad james - baby harry

tw: regulus briefly reflecting on his childhood (u know how it be) and reg inquiring about harry’s scar

The thing about being a freelance artist is this; you take work where you can find it.

Unfortunately for Regulus, that means he’s found himself occupying the Halloween Fair from 12 to 5PM as the face painter.

Regulus didn’t understand people’s obsession around fairs.

Well, he understood them. The hazardous rides that are operated by people who are either half asleep, or recently graduated from high school. The funnel cakes and apple cider. The apple flavored everything. The pumpkin flavored everything (which Regulus can’t find it in himself to hate, despite his best efforts. He sips his pumpkin spiced latte and glowers.) The pumpkin carving, corn maze, haunted house, haunted hayride, haunted arcade.

And of course, the children.

Just because Regulus understands the appeal around fall festivals doesn’t mean he likes them. He likes autumn, of course. It’s his favorite season.

That doesn’t mean he wants to sit outside, under the flimsy protection of a questionable tent, painting the faces of squirming, sugar-addled children.

Regulus doesn’t dislike children. He just doesn’t quite know how to… interact with them. He tries, because in all honesty, kids are funny. But they don’t always like him. Regulus is grumpy; stoic. He tries to joke, but kids don’t love dry humor, sarcasm, or straight faced deliveries.

Would he like to share his life with a husband and a child or two? Of course. But he doesn’t want to raise a child just for them to despise him. He doesn’t want to marry someone just for him to be disappointed in the father Regulus might be.

But Regulus also knows he doesn’t have great parental examples to go off of. And he knows what not to do. Knows what made him feel small. He still feels the things said and done that stick with him; the scars he bears.

He’s spent hours painting pumpkins, bugs, princess masks, Spider-Man, those motherfuckers from Paw Patrol. More characters from the provided booklet he can’t remember, on so many faces he can’t remember either. But it’s money, and money keeps him paying his share of the lease with Sirius.

Regulus checks his watch. 4:53PM.

The fair wasn’t as busy as it was earlier this afternoon. The clouds were dark and scowling, but were far too cowardly to start actually crying. He stood from the cheap stool, stretching his back, reaching for the paintbrushes to start packing up.

The brushes had been provided by whoever hired him, but he still had an intrinsic need to clean them properly. He can’t stand the thought of paint cemented into the hairs of a brush. And these brushes are perfectly good still. Regulus wonders if anyone would notice if he stuck them in his bag—

“Do you have time for one more?” A deep voice asked from behind him.

Regulus turned to see a beaming child in the arms of a man, wearing the same smiles. The same dimples. The same curly, brown hair. Even the same glasses.

Regulus was absolutely freezing, and he was sure if he touched this kid’s face, he would start to cry because if it. He desperately wanted to beat the rain before it started pissing down, but the boy was grinning, and Regulus’ heart squeezed at the thought of taking that from him if he declined.

So he nodded and said, “Yeah, of course,” and rolled the table of supplies in between the chairs they’ll sit in.

The man set his son down, thanking Regulus while the boy hurtled himself into the rickety chair, climbing into it like he was scaling a mountain. One muddy, red Converse kicked up onto the seat to haul himself into it, his knee slipping as he planted himself on the cushion.

“This is Harry,” the man gestures to his son, who was busy inspecting Regulus’ paints, his nose almost touching the pallet.

Now that there was no line and the fair seemed predominantly empty, Regulus could relax. Could handle small talk. He paused gathering the brushes he’d been in the process of purloining to give Harry a closed lipped, but genuine smile.

“Hi, little love. I’m Regulus.”

The man slid some cash in the tip jar before sitting in the chair beside Harry, knees spread, elbows resting on his legs. “And I’m James.”

He reached out to shake Regulus’ hand, not seeming to care that it was covered in paint. It was warm and firm, long fingers nearly encasing Regulus’ whole hand.

Harry smiled up at Regulus as he took a seat in front of him, his knees bracketing the boy’s tiny legs as he kicked the air. He had a small gap between his front teeth, and after he clawed the hair out of his eyes in that aggressive way that children do—like they have a vendetta—Regulus saw a webbed scar on his forehead.

“Cool scar,” Regulus acknowledged.

No, Halloween Fair face painters aren’t mandated reporters, but he was dubious anyway. Regulus had been a child with marks. With secrets. Children Harry’s age love to talk about anything and everything. It was part of their development. Regulus wanted to see where Harry took him, or didn’t.

But Harry’s smile only grew, like he was eager to tell the story. An abused child probably wouldn’t do that.

“I was running through the forest, and allullasudden, I just knew—” Harry’s eyes were wide, demanding Regulus not look away. “I was around, surround—” he looked up frustratingly at James for help, and James only started to whisper the word before Harry cut him off, the word coming to him. “—sur-rounded by these guys! They were in these black coats. And I was running super fast because I was ini-vib-sible, and then I tripped. There was this tree. I fell. My head hit the ground so hard, and I fought them off and escaped and the guy really wanted my ring, and he was really weird looking. And then, I have a scar.”

So, the entire plot of the Lord of the Rings, with a personal spin.

Regulus liked him.

“Tripped and fell into a table,” James mouths, exaggerating his words so Regulus could read his lips. His hands cupped around his mouth so Harry wouldn’t notice him spoiling his story.

“Hmm,” Regulus ponders, draping a paint-stained rag over his thigh to distract himself from a smile. “I think I’ve heard about that. That was you?”

“Yes,” Harry says with conviction. James is looking at his son with such adoration that it makes Regulus’ stomach hurt. He has to turn away.

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in front of the boy who saved the world.” Regulus mock bows to him just because he knows it’ll make him laugh. “Thank you for allowing me the honor to paint your face. Unfortunately, little love,” Regulus puts on a sulk. “the glasses will have to come off.”

Harry ripped them off one handed, throwing his arm out to James who was already reaching to take them. He folded the temples, tucking it into his shirt and letting them hang off the collar.

Regulus’ eyes may have lingered on the tan skin, and James may have seen him. The corner of his mouth was quirked when Regulus glanced back up at his face.

Oh, God. He was hot.

Regulus looked away, hoping the chilled, autumn air disguised the heat in his face. He turned to Harry, even as he felt James looking at him still.

“What are we painting?”

“Sméagol,” Harry says without a beat.

Regulus purses his lips. He would not laugh at this child. He would not laugh.

He sucks his lips into his mouth, his cheekbones aching.

“Really into Lord of the Rings right now, as you’ve probably guessed,” James offers, looking equally as affected as Regulus.

Regulus nods, turning away from them in attempt to turn his laugh into a cough. He fails.

He takes his phone out instead and pulls up a reference picture of the creature, then sets his phone on the tray off to his side. Harry glances down at it and smiles excitedly, legs pumping.

“Sméagol it is,” Regulus declares, mixing a grayish-tan into the pallet. “Ready?”

Harry flinches at the first few swipes of paint, but sits fairly still after he gets used to the temperature. He kicks incessantly, but they don’t land on Regulus, so he doesn’t mind. At one point, James asks permission to take a video to send to Harry’s mum.

Regulus hadn’t really let himself hope, but he was still a bit disappointed. He would get over it, he knew, but—

“Her wife is the one who’s been reading the books to him. She’s gonna be beside herself when she sees what he’s done.”

Oh.

Well, that changes things.

“Hm,” Regulus says, trying to keep his focus on Harry, and making him into the best Sméagol there could possibly be. But when he turns to look at the reference photo, he glances at James, who’s looking at him. James smiles softly, head cocked. Wondering.

Jesus Christ.

By the time Regulus finished, the sun was setting. He checked his watch. 5:26PM.

He wasn’t upset he’d stayed late.

Harry was the spitting image of Sméagol. Regulus has painted his entire face a warm grey, his nose a rosy pink, then added the wrinkles in darker grays and black, shading his face to take on the shape of Sméagol’s. He’d gently splattered brown freckles onto his face to look like sun spots. He even painted thin black tendrils of hair down Harry’s neck.

He was magnificent. Regulus’ favorite piece yet, truly.

James took more pictures, and Harry’s penchant for theatrics came to fruition as he crouched, feet and hands on the grass, crawling towards James like Sméagol does in the movies.

Regulus offered to take some photos of Harry and James together. James excitedly handed Regulus his phone, then scooped Harry up and propped him on a hip. Harry grabbed James’ hand, which was sporting many rings, and pretended to bite his fingers. It was futile, but James attempted to look terrified. He ended up cracking and breaking into a heart-stuttering smile, eyes squinting and cheeks giving way to dimples.

The pictures were adorable, naturally.

Harry broke character suddenly, gasping, a hand slapping on the top of his head. Regulus saw a raindrop sliding down from his hairline and wiped it away, just before it could drip onto his face and smear the paint.

“My paint!” Harry yelled, face contorting. Regulus had to look away from this glassy-eyed child with the grotesque face of Sméagol. The last thing Regulus wanted them to think was that he would laugh at a child’s sorrow.

To Regulus’ relief, James was also stifling his laughter as he set Harry on the ground, removing his own jacket to implement it as a shield above his son. The rain was picking up now into a light sprinkle. “Forgot an umbrella, babe. We’re gonna have to run super fast.”

“Daddy.” Sméagol-Harry looked up to James, sounding close to tears. “My paint,” he said, dejected.

Regulus absolutely didn’t think this through before he did it, but he said, “We won’t let your paint get ruined, love.”

He walked to his bag and rummaged around for his umbrella. He opened it and handed it to Harry, whose chubby hand wrapped around the handle, but wasn’t strong enough to hold it up against the breeze.

James and Regulus grabbed it at the same time, all three of their hands piled on top of each other. James’ was over Regulus’, so he couldn’t just pull away without ripping the umbrella from Harry, and he was absolutely not doing that.

James removed his hand with the barest hint of pink on his cheeks. He put his jacket back on now that his son was protected from the rain, thanking Regulus for holding the umbrella.

“Do you have another umbrella?” James asked once his jacket was zipped.

“Uh— no. But I can find one. I’ll ask someone. I’m alright.” He attempted to wave it off, despite knowing that he is anemic, and his fingers are already freezing.

“Okay, take this back, please. I can’t have you walking back in the pouring rain.”

“I’ll be fine. You guys take it.”

“Let us walk you to your car.”

Regulus cringed. “I… took the bus.”

James’ eyes widen. “You were going to walk to the bus stop, and then all the way home with no umbrella?”

“Yyyes?”

James raises a brow at him. He really hadn’t thought it through.

“Take your umbrella.” James goes to hand it back, then had to stop because of Harry’s death grip around the neck of it. James starts to, presumably, ask him to let go.

“What umbrella?” Regulus turns to pack up his supplies, avoiding looking at James. He knows playing this card probably won’t work but hopefully if he’s annoying enough, it will convince James to just take it. “I didn’t give you that umbrella. You came with it.”

James deadpans. “Okay, if you’re going to do that, we’ll just have to give you a ride home.”

Regulus spasms. “What? No, that’s— you don’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t do anything. You asked me for a ride.”

Regulus gasps, but he’s smiling. Damn it. “Oh, you’re good.”

Regulus lives fairly close, about 10 minutes away. The ride is almost silent. The radio is low, and Harry talks all about their day, sparing no details. What they saw, what they did, what he ate, who he talked to, what he thought about the corn maze (“Why can’t I eat the corn? Why is it there then?” to which James responded, “It’s not for us to eat.” to which Harry responded, “Why?” to which James responded, “I don’t know, babe. I just know they asked us to not eat it.” to which Harry responded, “Why?”).

His little thoughts bounced around the car until they abruptly stopped. Regulus peeked into the backseat to see him sound asleep, his mouth open, head lulled to the side. The blue eyes Regulus had painted on his eyelids stared back at him, and Regulus began to regret his artistic choice.

As they drove, Regulus couldn’t help but sneak glances over at James. He almost doesn’t want to look at him, but he can’t seem to stop. He’s stuck between wanting to remember him and not wanting to look at him so he can forget his face easier. At one point, James glances back, the gold frames of his glasses glinting from the streetlights.

Regulus’s house is dark, the porch light Sirius left on for him flickering, when they pull up to the curb. Sirius has gone into a Halloween frenzy, and it looks like a Spirit Halloween vomited all over the front porch and yard. Jack-o’-lanterns line each step, the carvings depicting various faces. Waterproof fairy lights in the shape of ghosts hang from the oak tree, twinkling like the flames of a candle.

“Thank you for—”

“Maybe I could see you again?” James says quickly, like he’d been thinking of saying it for a awhile, but hadn’t had the nerve to.

Regulus looks over at him, wide eyed. James ran a hand through his mussed hair, looking endearingly nervous.

Regulus grins, all teeth, and James returns it. “I would love that.”