#Yes you’re right

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina,

I’m an Italian fan, and I just wanted to clarify a few things. The page that posted sightings of Harry does the same for all singers and famous people in Italy. When someone sees them, they send in what they saw, and the page publishes it.

There had already been rumours for a while that he was seeing this Elisa. Despite claiming to be a journalist, no one in Italy actually knows who she is. She belongs to a little circle of wealthy, stuck-up people who are, frankly, nobodies. Not exactly the best crowd, and it’s not a mentality I agree with.

I find it quite strange to see Harry in that scene, mainly because they’re all so full of themselves just because they have a bit of money and think they’re alternative. To be honest, I can confirm that there are photos, but it’s not entirely clear if it’s actually this woman (since she’s 45). And the photos don’t show any physical intimacy, so it’s all just speculation.

Hope you have a lovely day!

Hi, darling. That pretty much tracks with all the gossip I’ve been seeing as well. As I just said to someone else, it’s entirely possible he knows this woman and maybe is even friendly with her. And maybe there are photos of them at some diner or party or whatever. But I don’t for one second believe they are dating.

The gossip site the receipts were sent to looks as reliable as DeuxMoi. And I wouldn’t be in the least bit surprised if she was the one sending the receipts herself.

If she was a PR girlfriend, we’d know about it. It wouldn’t be some clandestine thing. I know GF harries love this idea that there’s some secret “regular” woman he’s madly in love with, but this story is so ridiculous.

I can’t speak to why he seems to be friendly with this group. He seems able to put up with some pretty obnoxious people when necessary. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[daikonsalad]

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[akkpipitphattana]

the amount of ways we have to qualify the geoncide in gaza in order to get people to care is actually sickening to me. “it’s a feminist issue!” “it’s a disabilities issue!” “it’s an environmental issue!” like i’m sorry but even if this was happening solely to able bodied men and was causing no harm to the environment, it would still be wrong because it’s a genocide and these people are being bombed and killed and starved every fucking day. you shouldn’t need an extra label to give you a reason to care about people that are dying.

[antlersish]

Based on a suggestion from the last piece I drew! Free to use, same for my last piece!!

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

[chocostrwberry]

Peacock miraculous holders!! 🦚 it might be my favorite miraculous ngl, I love the fan and just the bird as a miraculous concept in general. I tried to give them all kind of an elegant old-century look, since that’s what I imagined it to look like before the reveal ehehehe. Felix’s canon design kind of grew on me, but I wanted to give him something else anywaysss, a lil less green and more teal!

[morphean42]

Don’t give me soulmates, give me ‘I’ll find you in every universe not because we are meant to be, but because I chose you over everyone else’. Give me ‘we were never supposed to meet, but I will never love anyone more than you’. Give me ‘the universe didn’t tell us we were destined to be lovers, but I decided to love you anyway’

There’s something inherently more romantic about choosing someone on purpose than just loving them because that’s what is supposed to happen

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed. 

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring. 

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long. 

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies. 

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach. 

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar. 

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say? 

[zorangezest]

swapped soundwave is literally just the queen from deltarune

also i'm planning a redraw of one of the panels but shhh it's a secret

A REDRAW??? HOLY SHITE. PLEASE SEND IT TO ME WHEN YOU’E DONE I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT

[bakudekublogblog]

not to be dramatic but hori literally out did my own self indulgent wish-fulfillment fanfic with the whole “rest of our lives speech” like I knew that sounded so romantic, and it is, because I literally wrote that line for bakudeku and I intended for it to be romantic

like hori really is just showing us bakudeku fanfic writers how it’s done

[citrusducky]

Another day another 3 hours I stare at the wall and think about how well Furudate implies the depth of Hinata’s inner monologue from the very beginning— yes, he’s stupid, yes, he’s silly and goofy and a blinding optimist a good 90% of the time, but he was counting the minutes from his very first official match. But he had to remind himself not to be intimidated by Kageyama at Karasuno. But he sees Asahi and respects and admires him so much, all while envying his stature and power, something he doesn’t even say out loud before Kageyama clocks him on it.

It’s so important to me that he comes across as excitable and bubbly while still possessing the usual vat of flaws for a 15 year old; insecurity, jealousy, greed. These things are believable, too, and relatable. You can look at him and understand where his envy comes from.

(+ the “as long as I’m here, you’re invincible” coming AFTER Kageyama’s attempt at dismantling Hinata’s envy because if you can’t see your own worth now I hope you can at least see it when I’m at your side supporting you. Don’t even joke.)

[pastara-cell]

Omg guys look!!! Its qibr and late autumn!!!!!

[aria-greenhoodie]

Meet the Dixons! - Evil Edwardian AU (@kitcatia’s AU)

Click for Quality!

If you’ve seen the Original Mystery Society/Edwardian AU Post, then you’ll understand this slightly better. Here’s the link!

In the Anti-Cipher Society Discord (dm me if you’re interested in it!) we’ve been real interested in “Evil” or “Reverse” AUs for the vanilla ACS, which led to my wonderful friend Kit joining in on the fun by making an Evil version of her Edwardian/Mystery Society AU! The Pines Twins and Carla have yet to get refs (I’m workin’ it!) but for now, here are Emma-May Dixon and Fiddleford Dixon, definitely not cult leaders worshipping a familiar triangular fellow and they totally won’t fuck up your dimension with their shenanigans ;)

[thwackk]

REAAAGHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[sandeewithtwoe]

Your human pj makes me happy happy happy

Thank you, he makes me happy too :)

Drew this quick for you anon

Original PJ belongs to 7goodangel

[dippedinmelancholy]

Something about both Nesta and Elain having dreams of the continent and of travel in some capacity. The freedom and utter fucking dream of a woman in the era the human realms (and honestly the fae realms too) having the funds and freedom to do so, how rare it is as women have very little place outside of homemakers and wives. Nesta and Elain both having dreams of finding themselves and happiness after a childhood of trauma of watching their mother die horribly, their father broken, and losing everything they ever had with truly their only hope of escape being marriage. Nesta and Elain finally on the cusp of reaching for their dreams, of having the space to find themselves and their dreams without the terror of starvation and endlessly cold winters that brought the threat of death every year. Nesta and Elain, taken from their beds by cruel soldiers who mocked and abused them. Nesta and Elain, nothing more than pawns in Hybern’s attempt to get allies in the human realms. Nesta and Elain watching their dreams shatter into nothingness as they are violated, boiled alive, reshaped into a thing that once enslaved their entire race of people. Nesta and Elain, shoved into a home high reaching into the skies with no escape, no contact with their sister, surrounded by the monstrous race that enslaved them, both victims to this new, horrible alien power in their veins. Nesta and Elain, pawns to their sister and her new “family”, only welcome as long as they play nicely. Nesta and Elain, stripped of their dreams, watching everything they once wanted ripped away. Nesta and Elain, beautiful and immortal, but nothing more than pawns against the men they never asked to be connected to. Nesta and Elain, who’s stomachs don’t tremble in hunger, but a new starvation settled deep in the marrow of their bones, a hunger that will never be sated, because they will forever be pawns to these fae monsters. Forever trapped. Forever indebted.

There’s no freedom for those the cauldron reshapes. Only death and a place in a game they never wanted to play. There are no dreams now, only hunger for what they will never have again. They will never see the world, they will never know what freedom tastes like. There is no escape from the sins of their childhood, no escape from the men or court a monstrous entity tied them to without permission. There is only expectation and the death of all they were.