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Nothing sweeter than a night under the stars
#the camping trip voicemail made me really happy#it's a frightening day but I hope this can maybe make some of you feel a little better#take care of yourself#and be kind#fadeshock#valorant#fade valorant#neon valorant#valorant art#valorant fanart#fanart#artist#artists on tumblr#my art#valorantart#valorantfanart
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Wilson took over Rubius' setup today and refused to let him move the camera, going so far as to grab his arm with his tiny little paws MULTIPLE times so Rubius would keep petting him 🥹💕
Wilson is my favorite streamer.
#Rubius#Wilson#Wilson the Cat#I hope you're all doing alright#Please remember to have respect for one another#And be kind#Racism is not welcome in our community#It should never be brushed off as drama#and discussions about racism shouldn't be discouraged regardless of the circumstance#Please also remember that not every not every single person needs to weigh in on matters that aren't relevant to them#It's always better to listen and uplift voices rather than speaking over them#We're blessed with a global community with a variety of people from different backgrounds#And as I've said before#sometimes miscommunications may arise because of cultural differences and/or language barriers#we should use these moments as opportunities to listen and educate ourselves#And listening to affected communities is what matters most right now#July 17 2023
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Challenge: Send someone a nice ask today.
You can do it on anon or off. You can send to one person, or multiple. You can choose a mutual you talk to regularly, or someone you have long admired from afar, or someone who seems to be going through a rough patch. You can write a lengthy, detailed paragraph about how much you appreciate them, or a quick encouraging well-wish for their week.
It'll improve their day, and it may be just the smile they've been needing. It may well improve your mood too, through vicarious happiness or the very act of channeling your kind instincts into kind practice.
Share the kindness. One, two, three... go!
#challenge#game#kindness#good things#positivity#encouragement#tumblr games#ask game#...albeit not in the way I usually use that tag!#dandelion says#go have fun#and be kind#<3#@kind anon who sent me the ask about dandelions#this is thanks to you
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“Riddle, did you hear about the new war refugees?”
Tom sat comfortably in a fine leather chair by the fireplace. Its top back boasted a swooping curved wood carving of snakes at play, the detail work all done in delicate silver filigree. Admittedly, it wasn’t a very comfortable chair at all, as ostentatious as it was and no doubt older than Headmaster Dippet himself—but Tom would not be seen as picky of all things. His image of imperturbable Head Boy was undoubtedly always at stake.
Glancing up from his book, a spelt hidden copy of Dark Curses; The Uncounterable, Tom deigned Abraxas with his already drifting attention. “You’ll have to be more specific, Abraxas. There have been, after all, nearly sixty or so of them.”
Abraxas never huffed, but this was a near thing, “Yes, yes. Well, all those other ones aren’t worth our time. These refugees have just sorted Slytherin.”
Ah, that was interesting. The children sent here from Grindelwald’s warpath have all been the same in some way. They have come injured almost beyond repair, some still recovering in the medi-wing. They have come devastated by their loss, newly orphaned and longing for their homes. They have come angry, lashing out and vicious, headstrong to a fault— Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs through and through.
It was almost a surprise none had so far come with any ambition or cunning loud enough to sway the hat to their esteemed house. Surely the rumours of Slytherin House and their darker leanings could not have reached every new ear.
It almost had the makings of a conspiracy. Or it had, before these new students.
“More than one?” Tom asked.
Abraxas crossed his arms and raised his chin, pleased to have Tom’s attention. He loved gossiping, a terrible and useful habit that Tom often happily exploited. “Three of them,” he leaned in closer, “and they all claim to be siblings. But it’s absolutely absurd; they look nothing close to related. The only thing they share in common is their surname.”
Tom thought it odd that they would feel the need to lie about something so simple. “When did they arrive?”
“This morning. I passed by Slughorn, who could not help himself from sharing with Avery and me his absolute delight at having new Slytherins to take under his wing.” Abraxas frowned, “Though that was ages ago. It is strange he’s yet to introduce them to you.” He continued muttering, and Tom’s attention returned to his book, “You’re his favourite, Head Boy and all. You’d make the best impression….”
Tom hummed, noncommittal. It wouldn’t do to look anything more than humble, though he doubted Abraxas would notice. “I’m sure we will meet them soon. Lunch starts in an hour.”
— —
And meet, they did.
New students used to be all the rage. Tittering and giggling and whispering abound. Some stares of sympathy, pity. New students used to be an unnecessary building of energy that would last over the course of several days until it inevitably died off. So Tom was grateful when the shiny lustre of sad little children arriving in droves finally pittered into solemn, if curious, acceptance. Not an unusual occurrence by any means.
These three students appear to have brought that ridiculous energy back.
They entered the Great Hall late, and Tom assumed this was reason one of a long list that triggered the excitement. Slughorn and Dippet were decidedly absent, and when they arrived, it was with the new Slytherins in tow. This wouldn’t have caused any fuss if it hadn’t been for Slughorn’s naturally boisterous voice and Dippet’s worried frown at whatever inane things he was spouting. Their conversation drew attention like moths to a flame.
“And this is the Great Hall! Truly a marvel, is it not?” Slughorn proclaimed with large, outstretched hands. Displaying the hall like a muggle magic trick. Disgusting.
Reason two revealed itself in the new students’ reactions. It was customary to feel some sense of awe when seeing the Great Hall for the first time. Tom certainly remembers his. How the night shone brighter than he’d ever known it capable of away from the smog of London. How magic made even the stars that much more attainable.
But one of the students had simply stopped. He was half a head shorter than the other boy and about level with the girl, with dark hair and glasses. Tom couldn’t see much else that distinguished him from any other classmate, but there was a way he held himself that was so different from the other students that had come and toured the castle. He looked upon the duller grey sky of today’s dreary rainstorm with something that wasn’t quiet wonder or amazement. His siblings certainly didn’t share his interest, hardly glancing at the ceiling at all, finding the food much more appealing.
No, Tom was sure he wasn’t taking in the majesty of the hall’s fine spellwork; if anything, he seemed so incredibly relieved.
His siblings’ reactions to his pause, when they finally noticed he’d stopped at the doors and they’d gone on without him, Tom assumed caused reason three for the excitement. They rushed to him with a startled “Harry!” and grabbed his arms, gripping him hard enough to pull him out of his trance. His head bounced rapidly between the two, a lanky ginger and a girl with hair so poofy Tom thought her part puffskein, obviously bewildered.
The girl had gone so far as to cradle his face, her palm pressed to the flat of his cheek. Tom couldn’t make out the words from here, but the students lunching were suddenly less inclined to make much noise, the sound dropping to a polite chatter. Everyone wanted to eavesdrop, it seemed.
This led to reason four: these… siblings… they were really very, very close.
And suddenly the excitement knew no peace.
“Merlin,” Emmett Parkinson scoffed, “what are they? Lovers? I thought you said they were family, Malfoy?”
Abraxas dragged his attention away from their display to respond indignant, “That’s what I was told!”
“He’d also said they were triplets,” Cygnus Black chimed in, revulsion evident across his features. “Those mudbloods seem to have carried a nasty muggle trait here with them,” he smirked, “careful. It could be catching.”
Muted laughter carried its way through the seventh and some sixth-year Slytherins. It was rich of Cygnus to throw such blatant accusations of incest around, but Tom could admit that if they kept this up, the Evans would be torn apart within the day. Such softness was frowned upon in their house.
Slughorn and Dippet brought them to the staff table and quickly introduced them to the Professors. “These three bright minds are Harry, Ronald, and Hermione Evans! Our newest seventh-years! I’ve been told we can expect great things from them,” Slughorn said. He puffed up like he always did when he boasted about his Slytherin students. However, it was rare to see him boast about students he hardly knew.
Then the most curious thing happened.
Slughorn turned toward the Slytherin table, eyes searching until they fell upon Tom and ambled over. This wasn’t surprising; Tom expected to meet them as Abraxas had said and expected Slughorn to introduce them to him first. Abraxas was not wrong about Slughorn favouring Tom over others.
“And this is our very own Head Boy, Tom Riddle! Tom is an exceptional young lad. He’ll be invaluable during your time here regarding any questions or concerns you might have— a vital resource!” Slughorn chortled and patted Tom’s shoulder.
What surprised Tom, and what was wholly unexpected, was the blatant hostility after they were introduced.
Hermione Evans was a plain girl with a deep complexion, made plainer by her pinched brows and tilted head as though Tom were a very disagreeable book but one she just needed to get through to argue its faults fully. Finally, after a long moment of staring, she gave a little nod that seemed more toward herself than him and said, “Hello.”
“Merlin,” started Ronald Evans, broken from whatever trance had consumed him by the girl’s voice. He was decidedly the odd one out of the trio, with his tall frame rivalling Tom’s height and his bright hair and pale, freckled face. Seeing them all up close made it even more apparent how impossible their claims of being triplets were. Surely if they were triplets, they’d be a medical marvel. “I promise we won’t go to you for shite.”
Tom’s brows raised. Hermione Evans hissed out a berating “Ronald” and whipped around to stare at him aghast. She hit his arm when he simply shrugged unapologetically.
Tom ignored them in favour of casting his attention to the final Evans, Harry. Hermione Evans and Harry shared more in common. They shared wild hair and sun-kissed skin and height. Yet their differences were aplenty. Harry’s hair was darker, and his eyes were brighter— a vivid green that Tom couldn’t seem to place but knew was undoubtedly familiar— and he had a long jagged scar that cut down his forehead and through his brow. It marred his face with a dull unhealed red.
Harry did not look at Tom, refused to, and kept his head held high and sight straight ahead to the wall opposite. Such an intense focus.
When it became clear Tom wouldn’t receive much of a greeting from Harry either, he spoke. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” Tom smiled charmingly. It was the kind he pulled out on rare occasions when he knew people were looking down on him for his name and, ultimately, blood status. Though, he didn’t think that to be the problem at the moment. “If you do find yourselves needing assistance, I would be happy to lend a hand.”
“Very good!” Slughorn continued, oblivious or simply ignoring the odd tension. “I’ll be sure to get you your timetables by tomorrow morning, students! For now, enjoy the rest of your day!”
And then they were alone with all of Slytherin House paying very close attention.
Tom opened his mouth, readying himself to invite the trio to sit with him during lunch. If anyone could pick information out efficiently, it would be his knights, but Hermione Evans beat him to it, “Thank you. We would stay, but we have a meeting.”
She hooked her arms through her… brothers’ and stole them away. She dragged them back up the hall and through the doors, clamouring to get out as though the devil were on their tail. How very odd.
What meeting could they possibly have on their first day here?
Druella Rosier scoffed. “Mannerless, who could have guessed?”
“Evans certainly isn’t a wizarding name,” Emmett frowned, “and how are we meant to put up with more siblings? The Blacks are already ridiculous enough. Someone says ‘Black’ once, and five heads turn!”
“Come now, Emmett,” Alphard Black twisted around his brother and smirked. He pointed his fork at Emmett, careless even as it barely grazed Cygnus’s nose, who leant back unamused. “If anything, you could consider us practice. But judging by the look of them,” Alphard sat back and straightened out, “I doubt they’d even answer you if you called.”
The rest of the Slytherins bickered among themselves, content to poke their fun and gossip. Tom held his tongue; he kept a careful ear and tuned out when uninterested. The Evans seemed odd but nothing special. Tom could care less about their decorum or lack thereof as long as they didn’t make any trouble for their house.
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Tom spoke too soon.
They had vanished for the remainder of the day. No one had seen hide nor hair of all three Evans since their grand entrance during lunch. Tom was confident they’d gotten lost. But as he settled into his chair by the fireplace once more for the evening, enjoying the last moments of the night before his prefect rounds, they finally arrived.
Harry was in low murmured talks with Ronald, their heads bent close together, while Hermione Evans had her full attention on a tome in her hands. Following behind her in the air was a stack of five or six more. Had that been where they were? The library?
Walburga Black tutted from her perch on the leather chesterfield opposite, “They haven’t even introduced themselves and have hardly been here some hours, yet have already riffled through the library shamelessly?”
Tom was more bemused than offended. How they remembered their way to the library after Slughorn’s (most likely brief) tour was a more pressing mystery. But given how Hermione Evans flipped through pages of a book like a windstorm, he wouldn’t be surprised to learn she had a photographic memory.
And as absorbed in her text as she was, and without her brothers’ careful guidance while distracted as they were, she walked right into Waylen Mulciber. Who, Tom supposed, in her defence, anticipated her blunder. He had watched her wander deeper into the room with a vicious grin and hadn’t been inclined to move out of the way. Instead, Waylen stood there, arms crossed, wand already out, and took her minor collision with dramatics only rivalled by Abraxas himself.
“Watch yourself, mudblood!” Waylen shoved her back, and Tom’s brows arched as her brothers sprung into gear. Ronald caught her before she fell to the floor, and Harry Evans cast a quick spell to keep her trailing books up as they’d begun to fall when she did. The students still left in the common room took to the scene like the play it was, smiles sharp as they kept a close eye on the performance.
“What a joke,” Waylen continued, “to have tainted—“ his mouth pressed shut into a fine line. He panicked and reached up with both his hands to touch his throat and face, wand delicately balanced, and panicked more when his wand was ripped from his hold.
Harry Evans seemed to have taken Waylen’s starting rant as a cue to silence him and his shock as a cue to disarm him. Tom was nearly impressed at the speed of his casting, blindsiding one of the better duelling students, but it was hardly a fair fight. And Mulciber was an idiot on a good day.
“Harry, wait-stop. It’s all right; he doesn’t matter,” Hermione Evans said, holding a vice grip on Ronald’s arm, reaching out a hesitant hand to Harry’s wrist. His eyes were locked on Waylen’s, a severe frown pulling at his face, but when he turned his gaze to Hermione, they softened.
There was something about that look. It was certainly chastised, very apologetic, but also stern. A sureness that almost radiated. A loud he deserved it echoing throughout the common room.
But it relented. Harry Evans sighed and rolled his eyes to the heavens. When he spoke, Tom noted his voice as quiet, clear, and nearly casually authoritative. “Here. Fetch,” he said and tossed Waylen’s wand across the room. It stopped just beside Tom on the floor, a roll away from the burning fireplace. Tom did not doubt that was artfully intentional, and he felt the amusement of it all curling his lips. “If I ever hear you say that word again, I’ll do more than embarrass you.”
The silence lingered. Or it did until Ronald whistled something low and encouraging, its sound causing Harry and Hermione Evans to look at him bewildered. Then, when he gave Harry a pleased grin and a thumbs-up, the tension popped like apparition.
Harry snorted loud and unattractive. His hand slapped across his face in a poor attempt to conceal his onslaught of… giggles. Hermione shook her head in awe, a growing smile tugging at her lips, and kept a firm hold on Ronald’s arm as she grabbed at the sleeve of Harry’s robes and once again dragged them out and away from their fellow Slytherins. In a commendable show of magic, the tomes still hovering beside Harry kept stable and unwavering, following them out even as Harry Evans’s laughter became near uncontrollable. The sound of it echoed down the hall until the common room door slid shut.
The overall reaction to their escape was mutiny.
Loud screeches of how dare they and someone go stop them and does anyone know the counter for Mulciber rang out across the room amongst the murmured contemplation. When Tom looked over at Walburga and took stock of her appalled face, he was tempted to laugh too.
What a fascinating final year at Hogwarts it was turning out to be.
#tomarry#tomarrymort#harrymort#pov: tom#my fic#2.7k words#fic is unnamed at the moment#hi i forgot i posted that thing while i was at work yesterday so before i got to work today i thought i'd hand it over#i'll be mostly gone the next 12 hours trying to survive my shift so please take my wack attempts at making another tomarry time travel fic#and be kind#because picking names for past people is a challenge i hate#also i didn't read this over one last time before sending it so pray for me that there are minimal errors
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why is existing so humiliating
#why is it so hard#and embarrassing#i just want to love and be loved#to be happy#and for others to be happy#and to learn#and be kind#and do better#and help others#and myself#but i’m just rotting#die#i want to disappear#autism#lonelly#social anxiety#actually autistic#bpd#rsd#tw vent
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how would you help someone who was sad, Ken?
Someone’s sad? Aw dude, I don’t like that. I know what that’s like so I don’t like someone else knows.
Well…hhmmm…what would I want someone to do for me? Hhmmm…
Okay well, I would first give them a hug, if they’re okay with it.
Then I would tell them that if I could fix it to make it totally better, I would. But since I can’t do that, I’ll do the next best thing. I’ll be there for them and just love on that person and be their friend and listen to them and support them.
And if they needed it, I can distract them! I’m totally good at distracting people with something fun.
And if I need to, I’d just repeat those steps as best as I could.
#mojo dojo casa mailbox#anons in the mailbox#sad person#sad people#helping people who are sad#just love on them#and be kind#barbie land and the real world could use a lot more of that#barbie 2023#barbie movie#can you feel the kenergy#i’m just ken#ken#ryan gosling
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real maturity is enjoying things for the sake of enjoying them and not caring wether other people find them "cool"
#eva rambles#I am cringe but I am free coded#I saw a tweet once that was sth along the lines of#I didn't care what teenagers thought of me when I was a teen and I sure as hell won't start now#and I felt that#just be you#and be kind
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i'm asking for everyone's forgiveness in advance. i love this man with all my heart and *crying noises*
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I got pretty sick yesterday and it was awful so I won't be able to celebrate new years eve. 2023 has really said, you haven't suffered enough this year. 🤢👍🏻
#happy last day of 2023!#I hope you have a magical day!#stay safe#and be kind#chronic illness#spoonie
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if I had to add to the entire mountain of criticism against fandom (and this is going to be DC specific cause that's what I'm seeing) but the only time you can get consistent interactions is when you're bitching about the source material/other fans and that's honestly really disheartening
fandom is a net positive, collaboration experience and to water it all down to complaining or passive consumption is such a downgrade from what it Could Be
#idk about other people who talk too much about comics on this app but don't yall just want someone to talk to u about ur ideas?#i feel so desperate saying that to the void 24/7 but i really just want to know other people are out there thinking thoughts#idk#this was made cause i know the duke centric dc fandom it can be really hard to talk unless you're complaining about how hes treated#and while Yes its really fucking bad i agree#how about we just create More positivity#which is what im trying to do#idk talk to each other maybe#and be kind#fandom wank#shut up bread
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what if i said I just wrote some matty fluff…………..
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my brother works on a boat so when he rants about his job I can’t take it seriously because he keeps angrily referring to his boss as “captain”. like sorry ur having 19th century sailor problems my guy
#this is not my normal kind of post but I think it’s hilarious#I don’t usually post abt my life but this was too good#boat#ocean#summer
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#willabee#stealing this caption from hyojin onf#it's true though willabee is very gentle and kind she never uses violence
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Eight-year-old Max Alexander holds the world record as the youngest runway fashion designer. He began designing at the age of four.
#g'night everybody#be kind#and encourage people to follow their dreams#or at least don't bash someone#for what their dreams are
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The funniest homophobia I ever experienced was a Mormon lady at my work telling me she would accept me being gay because we have to get along as coworkers but I really should consider not being gay because gay people have sex like animals (especially gay men) and she just couldn't stop thinking about it and how gross we are. She started really getting distressed, near tears, and saying 'I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop." over and over and miming some kind of sex acts with her hands and I was like ?????? What is happening???? One of the other Mormon ladies had to come over and pat her on the back and help her sit down to help her calm down and our boss gave her the afternoon off due to being too upset to work.
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