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[Part One of Our New Normal]

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[limewashedup]

making my mcytblr debut with some fic-related cletho art!

[everyonesadoptivedad]

oh my god what if there was some AFTG merch coming soon???

Hello AFTG tumblr community :>

I’ve been putting together ideas for AFTG merch! ✨

That being said, before I dive in the project, I’d like to know the general interest regarding the pieces I would put together so I can see if it’s worth it! I have significant experience in clothing design and hm production that I shall reveal with more transparency if the project happens.

Right there are the concepts I’ve drawn (still wips of course!) I would love you forever if you could answer and lil poll downstairs and reblog this post!

((Edit: I ideally would want to go up to 5XL though it often depends on manufacturers, so this isn't a promise but it's my goal!

If you have suggestions please feel free to send them my way!

And if you have favorites you can put them in the tags so I know (I read everything) :>

Thank you for your time ahhh

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[adhdandcomics]

whoever needs to hear this: if you got a disability, if you don’t know if you have something, if you ever think “it’s not that bad” if you have a thing about guilt, if you’re ill, Anything: listen. it is okay to throw things away.

you can throw it away. if it sucks and it stresses you the fuck out, if you just “need the right time to fix it” for the past 3 months. or years. if you loved it once upon a time but it makes you feel kinda weird and guilty now. if it’s a jacket youve reaaaally been meaning to mend and then donate. a jar of sauce that “all you have to do” is clean out to recycle but it’s been a week and now there’s a small colony growing in it. slowly shredding to bits fabric scraps you plan to use to fix something. busted picture frame. cracked mug. old shoes. extra box. an entire pack of granola bars that you hate so much but don’t want to waste.

life is already so goddamn difficult for us. i know you still care about recycling and the environment and sustainability. but it’s okay, i promise. sometimes you have to take care of your space. sometimes you have to cut your losses so you can actually have energy to recycle the next thing. get rid of the old shirt before it turns into a tornado pile of guilt under the bed. you’re not a bad person. you can throw this one away.

[azaracyy]

alhaimeow and catveh ...and their enthusiastic supporter, shibathos

[laiosynth]

thinking about transfem tim drake again.

tim drake who barely registers the concept she's supposed to technically be a boy because jack and janet aren't ever home long enough to tell her and mrs mac isnt paid enough to care.

tim drake who meets jason once at a gala, gets called "timbellina" once as a joke nickname, and then decides that it's better than her real name right now, so why not.

tim drake who indulges in the niceties afforded to her by her status, because a girl should have a few frilly things if she pleases. tim drake who also still follows batman around at 7 years old, but does so in a dark princess mulan hoodie with her hair pulled back by a beaded hairtie and a batman hairclip she made herself.

tim drake who doesn't actually come out to her parents, because there's really no point when over the last few 4-day visits, few and far between, it's really their own fault that they didn't notice her transitioning while they were gone.

tim drake who becomes the first girl robin, who takes over drake industries as the first trans girl in that kind of position.

tim drake who baffles jason todd because the league's info was not up to date on the fact she's a girl, and neither was jason. she chases him out of the tower by taking advantage of his confusion.

tim drake who has to figure out how to be a big sister when damian comes around and finds it much easier than the idea of being a brother. tim drake who breaks damian's view of gender and manages to earn his begrudging respect and awe. (tim drake who teaches damian that maybe his own gender could be more flexible than he thought.)

tim drake and stephanie brown transgender 🤝

tim drake !!!!! timbellina drake !!!!!!!!

[null-doesnothing]

fuck it Sherlock & Co fanart go listen to the silly podcast

I ammm... not very proud of the Watson, some day I will fix him, but not today. not today.

b. bee. mug. 🐝

[moopermoment]

damn siffrin, you've been looping for 365 days gay?????

in stars and time is created by @insertdisc5

gray scale version below:

[callmehere-iwillappear]

just now realizing i never actually posted this so! chapter art from ch6 of my fic the idiot's guide to blindfold chess! only [checks notes] like two weeks late </3

[bonicedemandarina]

Uhhh here u go vat7k fanart to start the year!!!

Sorry it looks so messy it was supposed to be a lil sketch but it got out of hand very quickly

CLOSE UPS

[77ngiez-archive]

pls rb for a bigger sample size 💛

[rbtlvr]

okay so. i have been watching this animatic (big big isat spoilers) on repeat for the past uhh. while! and i kept thinking about the main isat theme over the song. so i did that. and added some more (the house motif and hcyhms) for good measure. enjoy!

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[losver07]

was working on my wip and realised this scene is so wolfstar coded so ummm here ya go (sorry in advance for the awful translation lol)

also this is veeery long so i'm putting most of it under the cut

tw: mention of death, harsh(ish) lenguage

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"Then came the ambulance and the police,” he murmurs, his eyes fixed somewhere in the room, mind showing him once again the image of Sirius' tired smile. "They gave me a blanket. I felt stupid in it."

John, observing him with deep eyes, full of compassion, nods. Remus figures he can't show it, the pity. That it's part of his job not being able to say Oh, you poor thing and that, instead, he must be professional. And it's not that John is bad at it, at hiding what he thinks; it's just the eyes.

It's impossible to lie with one's eyes. Sirius' always shine, even if he insists on wearing the blackest clothes.

Shined. Not anymore. And he doesn't dress in black anymore, it's Remus who has to mourn now, instead of him. And for him.

"How are you feeling?" the psychologist asks, and Remus makes an effort not to cry.

"I don't know," he answers, honest. He doesn't know what words to use. "Bad."

Not enough. John gestures at him to keep talking, to elaborate. He always does that. It's cruel.

Remus looks down at a ring he takes off his finger, and proceeds to watch it turn in his hands as he fidgets with it. It was Sirius'. Everything he owns was either his or reminds him of him in some way. Even the smallest of things, the silliest of details.

If only he could get rid of it all. If only he knew that'd make him forget.

"It's like I don't really believe this is real,” he says, without lifting his gaze from the steel ring. It's carved in a checkered pattern, a chess board that extends and hugs the owner's finger like a ribbon. It's not excessively visible but, if you brush your finger against the metal, you can feel the shapes against your skin, kissing your fingertips like he once did. That feels like so long ago, though. “I... I'm sad, obviously, but also angry. I think it was selfish of him."

Before it had been his, Sirius', the ring had belonged to Regulus. It had been silver then. Sirius turned it into steel when he'd received it from his brother, who got it from their father, whose father had gifted him it, and so on. It must be hundreds of years old.

"Selfish?"

He'll probably ask to be buried with it. If it's not worn on his left hand, it will be trapped on a chain around his neck.

"Yeah, I dunno," he shrugs. He doesn't know how to explain himself. He knows how he feels, he just finds it difficult to believe that anyone could understand it. He tries anyway. "He's gone and he's left us all here as if we didn't have enough problems of our own," he says. "Like, now I have to be myself, which is already tough enough, and also be him for James and Peter and Harry and... Oh, God, Harry..." He shuts his eyes. He needs to breathe. He closes his hand over the ring, and looks at John. "But I need him too. And I don't have him. I don't have anyone to treat me like he did. So, I don't know."

The therapist nods again. When he started the sessions, Remus thought it was weird that John didn't take any notes, like in the movies. It might sound stupid, but he imagined someone constantly writing on a notepad, making a record of every word that came out of his mouth.

It turns out John only uses his notebook to write dates and appointments down; that he actually listens to what he says, instead of analysing every sentence as if it were a mathematical problem.

He's been lucky, and he knows it. At least in this, he's been lucky.

"Do you feel responsible for what happened?" He asks, and Remus thinks about it for a second. Now that the unease has lessened, he's left with just the cold on the tip of his nose and the metal on his fingers. He misses hugging Sirius on cold days like this one.

"Yes," he answers. No point in lying.

John stares at him. Elaborate, he's probably thinking. He always looks at him like that when he wants to make Remus talk.

"I'm the one who was supposed to take care of him," he says then. "And, instead of that, what I did was use him to make him help me with my shit. And even after he's gone I'm still whining about him not being here to give me cuddles. I don't know. Maybe I'm the one who's being selfish.

The psychologist, whose diploma is Remus now observing, makes a face.

"Wanting love is not selfish, Remus," he says, so soft and kind it almost makes Remus feel small, vulnerable and about to break. Or already broken.

"But taking the love away from someone and keeping it to yourself is," he objects.

"You think that's what you did? Taking the love from him?"

"I don't know," he says, and before John can ask him to explain, he continues: "I think maybe if I'd made things right he'd still be here."

The air is still for a few seconds, both in the room and in the street across the window, as well as inside of Remus' lungs, who holds his breath in an attempt to make the ache on his chest go away. It doesn't work.

"It wasn't your fault that he suffered," Josh tells him, but he's been told so many lies he doesn't need to think to detect the lie.

"But it was that he didn’t stop suffering," he tells Mr Too Good For Taking Notes. He should've had that noted. "I should've done something. It's what I'd to have done."

John, wanting to understand but being apparently incapable of it, furrows his brows a bit. The expressions only last a second, and is not even that exaggerated, but Remus sees it anyway. The doubt.

"You think it was your purpose?" He asks. He acts interested. Sometimes he almost even makes Remus forget that he's paid for what he does. That he wouldn't be there if it weren't for the money. That he's got better things to do than...

"Helping him?" Remus asks, trying not to sound too aggressive, but probably failing. "Yes."

"And do you think you were, say, destined to save him?"

"Yes," he agrees. A bit cheesy his personal taste, but, yes, that's what he believes. Why lie, if he's not going to write it down, even.

"But, if it was destiny, how could you have avoided it?"

That feels like a boot to the stomach. He doesn't quite know wether it confuses him or it makes him angry but, either way, he doesn't know what to answer. Perhaps not having thought of it earlier is what irritates him and puts him, once again, in front of a mirror in which a disappointment shines.

He thinks for a bit. Then speaks.

"Trying harder," he says. "Being better."

"No, Remus; is not about trying," his confidant tells him, with a smile that could either indicate complicity or compassion. "You did all that you could, and more. And, still, you couldn't change it, nor can you now."

For some reason, that hurts. Rather, it stings. Both in his open wounds and his sore eyes.

"And what do I do?" He asks. His voice doesn't seem to want to know the answer, as it doesn't cooperate in making itself heard. He swallows and takes a deep breath, letting Sirius' ring slide back into his finger, where it should always have stayed.

"Think about what you did achieve," John offers, so careful it seems almost meticulous. "You made him happy for a time, you gave him peace. You made him feel safe, too. Confident. You helped each other. That's good."

"But he's dead," Remus says. He's not sure he's used that word since it happened. It's not likely, seeing how much it hurts pronouncing it. He's spent over a month circling around and avoiding one of those damned words, the ones that feel like mines in an already ruined field. He presses his lips and looks at John, cheeks wet with rivers of salty water. "That's bad."

"Yes," the therapist agrees. "That is bad."

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(late) HAPPY BIRTHDAY @justonemorechapternicercy 💙✨ !!!!!!

I had something else planned but oof 😵‍💫 I hope this is still okay tho :') <333 Dug up our old Nicercy Snapchat AU 🥰

confess i loved you from the start