#im literally such a grandma

[harrys-thick-thighs]

Girl i done already ate and put the food away LMAO

[mirixmoya]

me, after years of writing haymitch to be older with effie being younger: no, actually, you’re right suzanne. THIS is way more fun

[dickgraysonsbitch]

hate to just spawn in like i usually do but i saw this interaction on tiktok (ofc) and i. don’t know if it was common or not?? but we need to clear some things up my dudes.

using an x reader fanfic to have a little bit of fun with it is great, but bringing OTHER people down just because they also like the same character? making fun of a real person? not great.

saw a few people dragging this teenage girl in the comments of a dynamic duo edit (the usual ‘need them so bad’ etc) and this one user went absolutely beserk like “you could never pull them” blah blah blah. that is an INSANELY toxic thing to do and pulling anyone down (especially because of their looks) because of a FICTIONAL CHARACTER?? absolutely barbaric.

x reader is FUN. x reader is also an escape for a lot of people. let’s keep it that way.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

krakoa cherik constantly having sleepovers at each others houses

they never slept alone since day one ☝️ (until the divorce)

Im so sorry this was my immediate first thought

[mohntilyet]

they hated illario because he was a d1 yapper who was bad at assassinating people and was so annoyingly drunk and grief stricken at his cousin’s wake that viago had to drug him to shut him up (so what if he was also the guy who set his cousin up to die/disappear) . and also for working with the venatori and selling out the antivan crows i guess.

[fastwalker]

I think it's a psyop that interests like sewing, gardening, livestock keeping, foraging, hunting, food preservation etc. are framed as "conservative" and immediately met with suspicion in activist circles. Aren't we as "leftys" supposed to take the means of food production into our own hands, minimize dependancy on large industries and reduce the exploitation of workers???

[barbara-gordons-glasses]

OKAY MORE OMNI-MARK/AMBER HEADCANONS BECAUSE THEY’RE MY FAVORITE LOVES 🥰🥰🥰

1.) in O. Mark’s universe, I headcanon that Eve actually didn’t have a crush on/pursued Mark, but AMBER. So, I think Eve tried getting close to Amber and O. Mark could sense that, so that’s why he hated Eve

2.) another reason could be that Amber accidentally ended up in the middle of a fight and Eve either accidentally hurt Amber with her powers or was too late to save her from an attack

3.) Omni-Mark wants to beat the shit out of Main Mark for his immaturity and for breaking Amber’s heart (he finds out about their breakup through Main Mark’s Amber) AND for not even attempting to get her back

4.) Omni-Mark doesn’t tell his Amber about the MarkEve situation. If he did, she’d definitely just laugh it off. Again, she’s confident in THEIR relationship, not MarkEve’s

5.) When O. Mark and Amber have kids, they have two twin girls and a boy. They’re treated like royalty (which they are) and grow up experiencing the love and protection Mark provides for Amber every single day

6.) O. Mark actually originally planned to train his kids to be apart of the empire as soldiers (not the mindless ones assigned to conquer planets) but Amber REFUSED. This causes an argument that eventually ends with neither side winning. They’ll let their children decide

7.) O. Mark is the assigned hair stylist of their family no sit down I’m not taking criticism

8.) O. Mark, although his face is very stoic most of the time, always smiles for his family, for his wife and girls and boy. His smile is so pretty and rare that Amber has an album on her phone dedicated to those specific moments

9.) O. Mark wants to go to Viltrum to raise the kids there but ultimately decides to stay on earth. At the time, Viltrum still isn’t fit to raise children safely or progressively. He’s afraid Viltrum standards will negatively impact his childrens’ minds and Amber’s view of herself as a human

10.) before the kids start school, O. Mark gives them the talk, as in what to do if their powers arrive, what NOT TO DO, and how to make friends, pay attention in class, yada yada

11.) Amber is an amazing, caring mother. I can see her being the money-maker of the family while O. Mark takes on the house role of taking care of the house/kids. I headcanon that she works with kids and the disadvantaged so she is an incredibly sensitive, understanding woman. She also grew up with a man that had to leave a lot due to heroism (that he truly did not gaf about) so she’s patient

12.) They’re both brave when they wave to their kids goodbye, but they both break down when they leave the school

13.) They rant about their children the whole time, hoping they’re doing well. O. Mark takes Amber flying and “coincidentally” flies past the school fourteen times

14.) the kids’ days were amazing and they worried for nothing

15.) speaking of the children, their powers kick in at about ten years old. Their two daughters get theirs at the same time, while playing mermaids in their pool and suddenly they’re playing astronauts in space, floating high above the pool and startling the shit out of their neighbors.

16.) Their son gets his when he sees a spider in the corner of his room, screams, throws his comic book at it, and creates a hole in the wall (he missed the spider)

17.) O. Mark trains the kids how to use their powers and dreads the day they ask to become heroes

18.) surprisingly enough, it never comes. At least, not soon. Their kids prefer helping at the soup kitchen their mother still volunteers at

19.) I like the idea that the variants, before escaping the sand dimension, became close with each other. Do they still irritate the shit out of each other? Duh, but they also don’t totally despise each other

20.) O. Mark is closest with shiesty, full-masked, and maskless. Sometimes they visit each other’s dimensions to hang out (and their respective amazing significant others hang out as well)

21.) O. Mark only trusts those three around his kids. He doesn’t like Mohawk (even if Mohawk is kind of the fun uncle) and despises sinister (who is the creepy uncle that gifts the kids weapons)

22.) forgot to mention this earlier but Amber’s mother also definitely has a huge role in their lives. She approves of O. mark because of his commitment to her baby and her grandbabies. O. Mark and Grandma Bennett have a silent agreement that they would kill a bitch for Amber

23.) Grandma Bennett offers to make suits for the kids if they ever decide to become heroes. O. Mark informs her of Art’s existence and she insists anyways

24.) Amber and O. Mark still absolutely go on dates. No matter how long they’ve been together, their love for each other is still fierce, still so prevalent. They will be like 80 and Amber will still giggle if O. Mark flirts with her. Nothing will ever come between them and they know it

25.) another cute one I thought of is Viltrumite’s senses are enhanced. O. Mark knows Amber by the sound of her laugh, the smell of her hair and lotion, the sight of her pretty smile and the green tint her eyes have, and the soft skin of her hands and body every time they lay together.

25.) O. Mark and Amber have had the inevitable conversation before. What will happen when Amber’s time eventually has to come to an end? The easy way — O. Mark finds some magic wizard and forces him to give Amber immortality (or a longer lifespan) and they live happily ever after. The harder, sadder way — O. Mark plans to die as soon as his wife isn’t around. He knows his children will be grown and independent by then, that they’ll have their own lives and their own families. He loves his children to death, but he can’t fathom living without his wife, without his Amber, so he must die too. I imagine he’d ask for a Viltrumite execution as soon as possible, or he’d just fly himself into the sun and stay there until he eventually dies. Amber does not know his plan and it is the one thing he will never tell her

TEEHEE 🥰🥰 @seleneprince @onlybatsyy

[zooophagous]

I've been eyeing this painting in the antique mall for years now but they want 400 fucking dollars for it and I can't justify it because I am so suspicious its a paint by numbers from the 70s

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

[catgirlweed]

my piece from the latest @bloodlineszine!

[vero-niche]

*hides behind the couch*

Maybe because Gulasch is so thicc it gets combined with noodles... In Germany, too.

*jumps away from the grenade launcher fired at it*

im on my hands and knees what do you mean thick. its a normal liquid soup, same thickness as any regular soup, like so:

in the beans version it can have tiny soup pasta:

but the broth is the same consistency as like. chicken broth

even the green bean type with added sour cream+flour palóc goulash isnt thick:

if its thick then its a stew which is no longer goulash soup. i feel like some ppl got stuck on the stew part of the "stew-base" and then took that to other countries smh

[crimsonmonsoon]

I think accidentally making my grandma a MDZS fan was the best thing that happened over my Christmas break

[angelpuns]

I think looking through my art over then years is really interesting because in middle school I drew a lot of ( terrible ) fanart, drew a LOT of comics and generally just drew whatever I wanted even though it was pretty terrible.

In highschool I drew a LOT of really serious, really grungey and really naked-heavy art ( Like...I drew naked women very very often because I was a closeted trans man :/) and I also drew a lot of ocs. I was mentally not the worse but I was masking super hard and wanted to understand the kind of struggles other people went through ( I was one of those kids that liked reading really sad stories and 'longed for trauma so that my being the way I am would make sense and be justified' anyway I did have trauma just could not recognize it as such because my life was ' too normal'. Not trying to like trauma dump or whatever I've just thought about it a lot )

Then in college/after college ( during a really difficult time in my life ) I drew a LOT of men. Especially sexy/sexualized men. But my art was less serious and more story driven. Still not comics but a lot of behind the scenes lore was happening. Also drew a lot of OCS. My college art was p weak cause I just wanted to make oc art at the time and all my instructors wanted me to make symbolic pieces that 'meant something' and I was very against that. ( I also was out at this time and was unmasking a lot more - but I also was living through some mildly traumatic stuff. I don't like to call it traumatic but it might have been that. I worry the stuff I think is traumatic isn't and I'm totally blowing it out of proportion. Anyway this isn't venting just observations )

And NOW I make a LOT OF FANART AND A LOT OF COMICS AND A LOT OF WHATEVER I WANT Which is hilarious cause we've come full circle. I don't draw sexual/sexy stuff at all anymore cause I don't enjoy it and I never enjoyed it ( I drew a lot of it in college/after college cause the people around me thought I was asexual and I wanted to prove I wasn't, because I really am not. Might be aromantic tho. Anyway drawing sexy stuff vs not drawing it means nothing in relation to my sexuality ) I also am working on drawing stuff that actually does mean something even tho I hated it in college. But I'm doing it the way I want to. ( this was all because of a comment I got on a fanfic. Wherever you are commented I hope you're doing well. You made me want to create art and fics that have a deeper meaning )

I think currently I am happiest with my art I just wish I had more time for it. Like yeah skill wise I'll probably never be where I want to be - as is the nature of being an artist - but I'm having fun and enjoy sharing my art and that's what matters.

Anyway I'm gonna make a year of art summary but I am also gonna make a 25 years of art summary for my birthday cause I think the comparisons are just funny year to year. Like I'll have gaps and stuff obviously but the circle of art I've been going through is so wild

Also side note none OF THIS IS MEANT TO BE A VENT ANY MENTAL HEALTH/TRAUMA THINGS ARE JUST OBSERVATIONS I'VE MADE/SPENT TIME THINKING ABOUT OKAY SO PLEASE DONT WORRY ABOUT REASSURING ME I DO PLAN ON TALKING ABOUT ALL THIS IN THERAPY OBVIOUSLY IM MENTALLY ACTUALLY P DECENT RN THIS WAS JUST ME RAMBLING ABOUT THE VERY SILLY ART CIRCLE JOURNEY IVE BEEN ON AND ALSO SOME OF THE THINGS THAT INFLUENVED THAT JOURNEY AH

[gece-misin-nesin]

just saw someone on reddit say jinx 'lives by the manic pixie dream girl trope' and i think my lifespan was cut in half

[rileys-battlecats]

PSA, keep your dog on a leash when you're in a public, unfenced area. dedicated to the lady that just tried to reassure me, "no she's nice! put your dog down! she's nice!" babe i believe you when you say your dog is nice. what you have not considered is that the dog I am holding is NOT nice and WILL attempt to attack your dog if I put him down. also we are RIGHT next to a busy road and there is Nothing stopping your dog from running into traffic. pls put her on a leash im literally begging you it is SO dangerous for her to not be on a leash here

[jadelemonadee]

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