#I’ll take no comments

[gulski2]

Pictures of a 47 year old man: exist

Me: my tiny little baby girl 🥺🥰🤏🤏

[g1deonthen1nth]

[verocitea]

So I got the funniest hate comment today

[the-way-astray]

why would you pay attention to whether keefe has muscle tone when you could instead pay attention to the fact that keefe has checked out fitz’s muscles and fitz has shown off his muscles for keefe

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Surprise. Pt. 3 Post Azkaban!Sirius x Mom!Reader

You and Sirius have a chat.

Part One. Part Two.

Taglist: @box-of-kinderjoy @projectdreamwalker @goldenharrysworld @navs-bhat @sagestack

You aren’t sure what you expected Sirius to look like after more than a decade in Azkaban, but this is much worse than you pictured. The dirty, malnourished, manic-looking man standing in front of you is a far cry from the healthy, handsome Sirius you once knew. The sight of him in this horrid state is enough to grow a lump in your throat.

You always had complex feelings about Sirius after he was sent to Azkaban. It was easy to be angry at him for betraying everyone and causing the death of James and Lily, but you were more than angry. You were devastated, to say the least. It’s impossible to say how many nights you cried yourself to sleep. Even knowing what he’d done, it was hard to imagine the one you loved rotting away in Azkaban.

The first few years without him were hell on earth. It wasn’t long after he was incarcerated you found out you were pregnant, and whilst everyone in the wizarding world was partying and celebrating the downfall of You-Know-Who, you were curled up in a ball sobbing and wondering how in the world you were going to do this all on your own.

It was difficult, but you managed. As the years went by and Estelle grew bigger, things got easier. You were able to push Sirius out of your mind and go on without him, but not without continuous effort. With every life change and new milestone reached, you couldn’t help but wonder how differently things would be if Sirius were there too.

For Estelle, you tried your very best to make sure she never wanted for anything, but your heart ached at the thought of her never knowing the love of a father. Estelle used to ask about him (“Why don’t I have a dad?” “Where is he?” “Is he dead?”), and you were never sure what to tell her.

You aren’t proud of it, but as her questions persisted, you lied to her. You lied and told Estelle you don’t know who her father is. She stopped asking about him after that.

You don’t know why you lied. It would’ve been much simpler to tell the truth, but maybe a small part of you wanted Estelle to blame you rather than blame Sirius for her lack of a father. It felt a little stupid, but you didn’t want Estelle to hate the idea of her father. You supposed it would be easier for her to accept her father doesn’t know she exists, rather than to accept her father is a mass murderer in prison for life.

Then you got an owl from Remus Lupin—someone you hadn’t heard from in over a decade—asking to have lunch and talk. You were surprised but receptive. You assumed he met Estelle at Hogwarts and he wanted to know of her lineage under the guise of catching up, and you were half right.

After having Estelle in class and putting two and two together, Remus decided to get in touch with you to tell you the truth about Sirius.

After taking in all of the new information, you felt numb. It’s a lot to take in—learning that Sirius is innocent, and Peter Pettigrew of all people was the one to cause all of this pain.

You came home, politely asked Estelle how her day was, and barely heard her as she told you about the stray dog she found today. Too lost in your thoughts, you ‘listened’ to Estelle’s rambling for about ten minutes before realizing she was talking about Sirius’s animagus.

It had to be Sirius. Why else would there be a giant, wolf-like black dog hanging around your house?

You pretended to Estelle that you’d never seen the dog before, and maybe he belongs to some of the muggles that live further up the road. You carry on your evening as normal, quickly changing the subject anytime she began to talk about the dog, and had her go to bed at a reasonable time.

Only when you were sure Estelle was asleep did you come outside.

You suppose you’ve been staring too long as Sirius speaks up first. It’s hard to read his expression, and his voice is deeper than you remember. “I’d ask how have you been, but clearly you’ve been busy.”

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, urging yourself not to cry. After meeting with Remus and immediately coming home to Estelle, you haven’t had any time to process the information you’ve been given.

There were so many times you’d asked yourself “What if Sirius were still here?” and then immediately pushed the thought away, reminding yourself he’s a horrible man. A traitor and a murderer.

Only he’s not. He’s none of those things.

He’s suffered terrible consequences that he’s done nothing to deserve, and that’s heartbreaking. The last thirteen years of his life were ripped away from him and he was sent to live in horrid conditions, just because he and James chose to trust Peter with something they shouldn’t have.

A heavy weight of guilt drops into your stomach. Sirius had done nothing wrong and yet everyone—including yourself—thought he got what he deserved by being locked away. You hardly even thought to question whether he was truly guilty or not.

Your throat tightens and your lip quivers, and you step forward to wrap your arms around his waist. You can feel the bones underneath his skin, and you sniffle, feeling a couple of tears escape from your eyes.

Sirius takes a moment to respond, a little shocked by your sudden hug and crying. He supposes it’s not unwarranted though.

He reciprocates your hug, one dirty hand cradling the back of your head and the other wrapped around your torso. It’s almost strange how natural it feels. He rests his chin on the top of your head and faintly smiles. You smell good, and it’s wonderful to get such an unexpectedly warm welcome.

Although he has Remus to thank for that. If Remus hadn’t reached out to you first, Sirius imagines this meeting would be going a lot differently.

After a few moments of letting yourself cry into his chest, you finally speak, your voice cracking a bit as you do so. “You smell like shit.”

Sirius gives you a tight squeeze and chuckles quietly, “You live in a cave for a year and we’ll see how you fare.”

You purse your lips and feel more tears forming. He’s been living in a cave? Your throat feels tight as you breathe, “I’m so sorry, Sirius… For everything.”

“There’s nothing you could’ve done.” He responds immediately. There was no way for you to know the truth, and even if you did, it probably wouldn’t have changed anything. “…Did you know you were expecting when it happened?”

You shake your head. “No. Didn’t figure it out until a few weeks after you’d been gone.”

“I-… I can’t find the words to tell you how sorry I am.” Sirius whispers. His adam’s apple bobs. “I can’t say when, but I promise I’ll come back to the both of you.”

“I know you will.” You say quietly, nodding. You knew from the beginning he wouldn’t be able to stay, but it still hurts nonetheless. New tears fall onto your cheeks and Sirius’s prisoner robes.

You cry less for yourself and more for him. Even though he’s successfully crawled his way out of Hell, he still can’t rest. Sirius hasn’t known peace in over a decade, and there’s no telling if he ever will again.

Sirius is the first to pull away. Trying to remain strong for your sake, he clenches his jaw as he looks down at your tearful face. He uses his thumbs to wipe the tears off your cheeks, then he pulls your face forward for a kiss. You waste no time reciprocating, your hands moving to the back of his head and tangling in his greasy hair.

Once again Sirius is the first to pull away, ending the kiss too soon for his liking, but knowing he needs to go. He’s been here far too long. He kisses your forehead. “I love you, and I love Estelle.”

“I love you, Sirius.” You reply, looking into his eyes. They’re the same eyes you see every time you look at your daughter.

“This isn’t goodbye.” He says kissing your forehead once more. He steps off your property and out of the confines of the anti-apparation wards. He gives you one last look, then winks. “You look absolutely stunning, by the way.”

You scoff, a stupid grin forming on your face as he disapperates.

You stare at the spot he left from, wiping your tears away.

Realistically, you don’t know if Sirius will be able to keep his promise. You may never see him again. There’s no telling if his name will ever be cleared, but you hold onto hope, and you will wait for him.

[enkimesh-truther]

image via @ xelarale on twitter / @xelarale on tumblr

I’m literally never active on twitter but my friend sent me this picture and… omg! I wrote a fic just like this!

Here is the link if you’d like to read it :)

Happy pride month to all t4t relationships!

[dovewingkinnie]

there goes my tik tok, every video privated 👏👏👍👍👍 left a message in my bio so people know why

i’ve truly found inner peace 🕊️

[skyeoak]

Is the “are you still listening?” Magnus protocol teaser canon? Asking for a friend

[ao3screenshotss]

why be heartbroken when you can just be hard?

- ao3 commenter

[raiiny-bay]

i haven’t really been online this week but i logged in & saw it was simblr gratitude day today, so i figured i’d make a quick post & tag some people that i think make this community brighter & a fun place to be & whose posts i always enjoy seeing on my dash :-)

@simspurgatory @lilamausmaus @teddybearsims @elderwisp @nekrophoria @simmersofia @wileyfern @sikoi @glammoose @mattodore @fizzytoo @barbieaiden @void-imp @blacknoiseabyss @salemssimblr @daydreamertrait @vicciouxs @lynzishell @rebouks @morrigan-sims @bloody-soda @potential-fate @machinegrl @alelelesimz @seaslugsims @pralinesims @simanin @aniraklova @gashface @lilypixels @kimbr3 @wolfavens @gothoffspring @ellisimis @kawaiishitty @cyclopstrait @salemsimss @wastelandwhisperer @aurorangen @hekpacubo @hell-dusk @diwns @bunmou @novac2281 @koibish @wldestluv-rs @noeyinthemist @lucidicer @bobapplesimblr @deathtulips

[oh-shtars]

Random question:

If you had the chance to interact with anyone from the RFTS!cast, what would you do with them or say to them?

[mazojo]

I just love that every single season of Bridgerton the family is at the cusp of falling apart while everyone is fumbling to resolve their shit and during all this Benedict Bridgerton is out there being a silly lil bisexual artist himbo every. time.

[stuckinapril]

Checked in to see Challengers and the ticket collector was like “how old are u” and when I said I was 22 he was like “you look young!!! You look like you’re 17!!!!” I AM young????!!!!??????!?!?!….

[netmors]

Heyyy, I just wanted to say hi, cause i did really not scroll down your entire page to find and like every Silmarillion art of yours.

Okay, let's be honest, mostly your Ilmarë works.

I LOVE it so much, it's my entire (head) canon! I adore every tiny sketch of her. You really made so many of my days! Thanks, Mellon! ☆

Uhm and I guess it's really late, but if you find the time and the will to do it, I'd be very happy if you'd finish your old scetchs ;)

Lots of love and have a wonderful day!

Hi, chelsilef! I am very glad that after so many years my Silmarillion sketches continue to delight and inspire someone. I’m not sure that I’ll ever return to Tolkien’s works (I’m currently in my sci-fi period, hehehe – Star Wars and others), but it was very nice to remember one of the old fandoms.

And… drum roll …sudden drop of a sketch with Ilmare, hehehe:

[oliverkilljoy]

Convinced that less weirdos would be antis if kids these days had more popular “weird” or “problematic” anime or cartoons on TV.

The issue is that these kids haven’t ent grown up with their own version of Vampire Knight or Ouran High School Host Club.

[littledragondork]

I wanna practice drawing humans/humanoids give me some TES NPC to sketch and I’ll see what I can do

Probably gonna do about a dozen sketches or so, nothing colored unless I feel like it