#holds a special place in my heart ngl.

[saunteredserpent]

I'm sorry not sorry, but

it's 'missing stevebucky in 2024' hours

[psy-ay-ay]

[baskeigh-ball]

I am going so feral for your Raph and Art style

Everytime you pop up on my fyp my day just turns into a GOOD one ~

o(≧∀≦)o

Sobbing every time I get an ask like this why are you guys so nice gjshflkskjfjs

Tysm!! I'm super glad people still get a lot of enjoyment out of my stuff, especially considering how little I've been posting :') it really motivates me to keep coming back no matter how long I disappear

[myokk]

It's a clear, beautiful summer's day, the type of day that starts out bright and full of birdsong, that ends looking up at the stars and the moon while crickets chirp and fireflies show soft bursts of light. When the air is warm and full of life and the smell of hot grass and lavender and honey permeates everything.

The whole summer had been like that, really. Running outside with abandon, chasing each other through the tall grass deliriously happy and lying down in the fields surrounding their village, watching the clouds float by while they eat cucumber sandwiches. It's the summer before their first year at Hogwarts; the Sallow twins know that their life's about to change and are determined to enjoy their last summer of childhood.

Maybe they're too old for this sort of thing - they are eleven, after all, but both of them know that this summer is a turning point for them and they want to cherish every moment for as long as possible. Their parents have been encouraging them, often sending them out for the whole day, piling journals and ink and quills and picnic baskets full of food in their hands, encouraging them to research and be curious about the world around them as they had always done.

This day, however, their parents are almost eager to push the twins out of the house. Their mum's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Sebastian feels nervous about this, but doesn't realize why until much later, when the memory is analyzed and remembered during his dreams. (definitely not while awake). When they leave the house in the morning, she makes sure to kiss each of them on the cheeks which she normally never does and Sebastian pushes her away in disgust, much to his future horror. In the moment, all he can think is that he might still be holding on to the last moments of his childhood, but he's too old to be kissed by his mum.

(but now, Sebastian doesn't know if his memory is faulty and he is adding moments that never actually existed in the first place. the mind is a tricky place)

He never allows himself to think about these halcyon days, the perfect-until-it-wasn't summer before they went to Hogwarts; this day in particular is forbidden to remember. His unconscious mind rebels against his iron will.

They spend the morning looking for the fairies that Anne had dreamed about the night before. She's convinced that it's a prophetic dream and they march around in circles in the little copse of trees - a forest to the two children, who haven't really ventured out of their village - as Anne tries to remember where she had seen the fairies in her dream.

Sebastian is happy to follow her even if (maybe especially if) he thinks it's a futile adventure - what else are summer days for?

They're in that strange junction between childhood and adolescence; desperate to just grow up already and become the people they were always meant to be, and yet just wanting to spend their days being kids, without a care in the world.

"Come on, Sebastian," Anne calls to him, a tiny stream gurgling between them. In one hand, she's holding the map that she drew as soon as she woke up; in the other, boots stuffed with her stockings.

Sebastian huffs as he trudges behind her, arms full with their bags, his shoes, and the picnic basket. Anne had offered to help him carry things, but he refused on principle. Their dad is always doing small things like this for the women in his life, and Sebastian wants to be just like him.

Anyways, Anne has her own role as the leader today, and it won't do to have her bogged down.

And he's eleven, more than old enough to carry everything.

He steps through the tiny creek, mud and slush squishing through his toes, and he smiles. There isn't anything he loves more than being outside, except maybe being outside with a good book.

"Keep your eyes peeled for a tree with a knobby trunk, with lots of knots that look like faces," Anne tells him, glancing over her shoulder, then turns her face back to her map and scrunches up her face. "In my dream, the fairies lived nearby."

They spend the rest of the morning continuing their fruitless search, laughing as they walk in circles, then set up their picnic in the field next to their house.

"What do you think Hogwarts will be like?" Anne asks, a dreamy look on her face.

Sebastian doesn't look at her when he answers. He lies back and stares at the clouds. They've already had this conversation hundreds of times since their Hogwarts letters arrived, both of them have their parts memorized. "Amazing. I can't wait to actually be able to use our magic instead of just reading about it."

Anne rolls to her side and props herself up on her elbow, getting a better look at her brother's face. With a smirk, she says, "I think I'll like Transfiguration the best. I can't wait to be able to turn you into a -"

A huge noise interrupts her before she can continue. Sebastian sees the confusion in her face before he truly registers that something has happened. It's like everything's moving in slow motion and all he remembers clearly whenever he dreams of this day are his feelings of confusion and disbelief and the smell of fire.

There's a huge explosion and the air is full of smoke and he and Anne are scrambling up, the picnic blanket tangled up around their bare feet and -

Hand in hand they run in the direction of the huge black smoke that is billowing up. It coats the air - they can't see anything and the smell of burning fills their noses and the smoke fills their lungs and they're coughing coughing coughing -

Sebastian doesn't want his sister anywhere near the blackened husk of their former house but he is also terribly afraid to be alone. They stand in the middle of what used to be their house, blackened half-walls, charred wood that used to be their table, the old couch they read on every night, it's all smoldering, all gone, the thick black smoke making his eyes water and choking and smothering everything in its wake. His mind can't comprehend what he's seeing. Everything is so familiar and yet so wrong.

He doesn't know how long he and Anne stand there, clutching each others' hands like they are a tether to reality. Which, he supposes, they are. They might be there thirty seconds, ten minutes, one hour, an eternity...

Then, neighbors are running to the twins, coughing, covering their faces in the crooks of their elbows as they conjure blankets with their wands and wrap Sebastian and Anne up and drag them out of what is - was - their home.

This part is always hazy. Sebastian can't remember if he cries. Or if he even says anything. He just stands there with Anne, the smoke thick and oppressive as it pours out of their house. Everything is crumbling apart.

(A hand gently caresses his scalp, fingers light and reassuring as they dance through his hair)

Their neighbors try their hardest to salvage what they can. The daguerrotype that their mother had cherished more than anything, taken a few years before, miraculously survives. Sebastian stares at it, the tiny figures moving and laughing and smiling as though everything is perfect. He wants to throw it and break it or maybe rip it up to shreds but he can't bring himself to do anything but stare.

Their father's wand is also shoved into Sebastian's hand, unscathed. It was found just outside of his father's curled fingers, lying pristine on the ground as if mocking the destruction that it caused.

At some point, their Uncle Solomon, who they've only really seen once a year growing up, shows up with a loud crack and tears through the rubble, tears carving wet tracks through the soot on his face. His voice goes rough with desperation and when he walks up to the two orphans, he is almost unrecognizable.

As if in slow motion - maybe an after-effect of the curse that has destroyed their lives is that the air has turned into molasses - Sebastian watches his uncle stagger over to them. He looks much older than Sebastian remembers.

Later, when Sebastian looks at his reflection in the mirror of his new home, the boy staring back at him also looks much older than he remembers.

Before It Felt Like A Sin, Chapter 14

[spineless-lobster]

My friend asked me how to pronounce patroclus and the only response I could give was “do whatever your heart tells you”

[snailsmeller]

DREW THIS FOR A COLLAB I DID WITH A FRIEND GAHH :3

[ranacr0ak]

take a meme with yurena’s original design!!!!

(yurena’s og design under the cut)

[gilligans-islands]

remembering how much i love ep 31 of fairytail. this ep and the next singlehandedly made loke my favorite character when i was a kid. i remember rewatching those two eps probably about 30 different times and just rewinding the different scenes i liked. that scene with loke and lucy in the restaurant is still my favorite hands down, i rewinded that one the most for sure

[brainmuncher]

So, in honor of trying to write DP x DC content that isn't focused mainly on Batman, I've been writing a new fic. It's one of those classic crossovers with the animated show Justice League from 2001. (It's super self-indulgent. I'm not gonna lie. Just under 14,000 words in, and I'm still on the first episode smh.)

I'm going to be honest with y'all, it has been really interesting trying to write it. The balance of trying to flesh out the bond between the two shows without making it feel like I've made the writing version of a collage board has been informative. But what's mostly been taking me aside is trying to balance out Danny's powers. It's honestly slowing me down because of how much I need to think about it.

While writing this I'm really trying my best to not let anyone shine over the others (Unless it's an episode or moment where a character or relationship is being fleshed out and learning some kind of lesson). I want this to be a story about a team coming together, and Danny finding a new place of belonging, not a spotlight on how much "better" any specific member is. (Considering it's all from Danny's perspective, it's been a tough balance.)

That being said, everyone has their own place in the team. So trying to fit Danny in there without overshadowing another member has been hard. I want him to be his own person, not an amalgamation of powers that take away the point of different heroes. Because at that point why do we need them? Danny can do it on his own!

Funny enough, the first time I encountered this issue was with his speed. In the episode Maternal Instinct Tucker mentions that Danny can fly at 112mph. Because I am writing this as Danny a few years older, I'd like to think that he's only gotten faster. This immediately made me pause because where I am currently in Wally West's comics, his top speed is a little over 200mph. (I already know that this ends up changing in future comics.) I know that that is in comics though, not the show, but it still made me realize just how careful I needed to go about representing Danny's speed. I do not want him to be too quick because that would nullify Flash's powers in the long run. With that in mind, I had to tamp down exactly what Danny could do with that speed without making it feel obvious that I was limiting him.

That's what set me off on a path of realizing just how much I needed to carefully represent Danny's strengths. Suddenly a lot of the usual canon and fanon tropes that I subscribe to became an obstacle.

I don't want him to be too proficient at making things with his ectoplasm because then that would start to entrench Green Lantern's territory.

I can't have him be too strong or pro of a fighter because then that would start to take away from Hawkgirl, Superman, and Wonder Woman. (I already feel guilty enough that the plotline had me basically replace Wonder Woman's place with Danny in the first two episodes. But unfortunately having four people on one team while there are just two in the others was just too unreasonable for me to excuse.)

That popular Fanon of Danny being good at building machines because of his parents now becomes too close to Batman's expertise for comfort.

The body manipulation powers that Danny showcases multiple times throughout the show start to feel a bit too much like Martian Manhunter. Danny already has intangibility, invisibility, and flight. It's hard enough already to not have him overpower J'onn.

And there's probably going to be even more things that I encounter while writing this fic. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that I could update every once in a while whenever I got the fancy. But now I'm sitting here with a pile of notes trying how to normalize him compared to the people in Justice League.

I dunno, just thought I'd share my thinking process I've had with this project. Until I have a solid ground, I most likely won't be posting it. It's super self-indulgent and clearly rips off from the show, though, so idk. Either way, I'm having fun writing it despite the troubles Danny is throwing my way. Was curious if anyone else has come into this issue as well.

[nickeldalm]

Seeing sky fanarts reminds me of how much i love Sky. I wish I can have that feeling back.

[hleonaa]

It still feels like we're the hungry band playing five nights a week at O'Shea's trying to get everybody to come to our original shows that weekend. And dammit, we're gonna pull 'em in.

[smallishbabes]

Absolutely not sorry for the Techno spam you fuckers will remember my favorite YTer of all time

[primsycoldbottles]

A CANTERLOT WEDDING IS THE S2 FINALE ???? I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT THAT

[atramenting]

the YYH manga came out in the year I was born, so it's normal that I have a large number of soundtrack CDs and random things like pencil lead holders and shitajiki that I've been hoarding for twenty years. it's like if you asked "oh what's your chinese zodiac?" but instead of something based in real world culture, the weebiest mf you know pops up and offers something entirely unrelated.

YYH IS MY WEEB ZODIAC SERIES

[rock-holmes]

How do i say i love phase 1 but without sounding like an elitist

[wp100]

this shit is funnier to me now as an adult