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NO BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE.
people who have a healthy relationship with their sibling(s) / dont have siblings are seemingly incapable of understand what sirius and regulus's relationship was like. i know its all up for interpretation and blah blah blah, and "hannah why are you following canon now but you dont care about it the rest of the time?" but, like. their relationship was Not Good.
James was like a brother to Sirius, and James was loyal to a fault. he would NEVER do that to sirius. im sorry but he wouldnt
he just wouldnt
anyway. i dislike jegulus and i am canon regulus's #1 hater
NO REAL. REAL REAL REAL REAL REAL the way the fandom portrays the black brothers’ relationship drives me actually INSANE as someone with a really bad relationship with my sister. like you don’t GET IT they HATED each other UGH
and i do like regulus but it’s just??? so so strange in regards to ALL THREE of their characters (him, sirius & james) to ship him with james?? like. it makes absolutely no sense to me and i get there’s like. angst?? there??? or whatever??? but like??? dude james and regulus hated each other almost as much as sirius and regulus. and not in a fucking enemies to lovers way in a “my brother sees you more as his brother than he does me” and “you have hurt my best friend beyond repair” sort of way like??? like it makes no?????
ughhhh like it just. james cares way too fucking much about sirius and regulus hates james way too much for it to ever happen or make any sense or !!!!!! ugh!!!!!!!
it just bothers me <///3
#idk if this is very comprehensible i’m sorry 😭😭#hannah🐌#mer’s moots#mer’s mail#meredith talks the marauders#anti jegulus
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You’ve altered my brain chemistry with that snippet and that’s not even an exaggeration.
I can’t stop imagining Eddie and Tommy, who saw each other in passing in Basic but became friends when they were assigned to the same platoon. Laughing easily with each other as they’re flown from Britain into France. Finding each other when they’re dropped behind enemy lines and not managing to find their platoon for a day or two, constantly dodging enemy fire as they try and find their way back. Sleeping huddled together in barns, looking up at the stars through the burnt thatch roof.
Eddie and Tommy finally finding their platoon and finding their other friends but still being drawn to one another on quiet nights. Tommy pulling Eddie aside and telling him he’s worried about Eddie being a medic on the frontline. He’s seen some of the injuries other medics come back with, clipping stray bullets as they pull men back to safety. Tommy doesn’t want Eddie to get hurt. For some reason, that’s when Eddie puts a hand to Tommy’s cheek and tells him not to worry. He’s going to be fine.
Eddie and Tommy sharing a foxhole during the winter while they’re surrounded by Germans. Huddling together in the unspoken way soldiers to because they’ll do anything to conserve body heat. Sharing illicit kisses under the cover of the coat they throw over their hole to keep out the snow. Whispering promises they know won’t be kept, until Eddie has to leap out and treat a wounded soldier that got shot on a patrol.
Tommy appealing to the Captain to he won’t get moved to a different platoon when Eddie’s gets shipped out to the trenches after the battle is won. Travelling together in the trucks, pinkie fingers linked under Tommy’s coat that lays across his lap. Sending coded messages to one another when they’re separated for 3 months, arranging illicit meetings in the bowels of the trenches where they know are no patrols that night.
Tommy taking a bullet a month before they’re due to go home and Eddie pressing his hands against the bleeding wound, ripping bandages with his teeth and injecting him with morphine. He removes the bullet and stems the bleeding and Tommy spends a week in the field hospital before he’s cleared for duty again. Eddie wiping hair from his sweating brow and pressing kisses to his temples, his cheeks, his lips, when he knows no one is watching. They’re so careful, but their love blossoms nonetheless and leaving one another at the end of the war is like losing a limb.
SIR! Respectfully, lovingly, fuck right the fuck off for this. It's brilliant and life giving and soul shifting. Huddling in barns? Linking pinkies? Kissing (and more!) in secret? CODED MESSAGES WHEN THEY’RE SEPARATED?! Tommy being Concerned™️ for Eddie? Eddie treating Tommy's wounds? SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
JFC, James, I love this so hard 😭 (and you KNOW I have stuff to finish and this is Not helping!) Head pats and forehead kisses for you. Please feel free to assault my asks and emotions anytime for this 😘
@peppermintquartz @swiftiefirefighters
#hippo gets mail#teddie ww2 fic#james tag 💍#please god lemme finish mer!buck and still have beans for this
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THREE MONTHS UNTIL HABROMANIA (my death note passion project) RELEASES ON AO3!!!!!! here are some spoiler-free doodles i’ve done recently relating to the fic.
from here on, the promos for hab will be much more formal and organized. hope you guys can enjoy everything i’ve prepared 🫶🏻
#mer draws#habromania#death note#light yagami#l lawliet#mail jeevas#mystery characters who are yet to be announced but ambiguously designed#dn fanart#artists on tumblr#traditional art#yes i forgot it was the 14th shut up
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"The Cake-Walk"
French vintage postcard, staged and photographed by A. Bergeret, mailed in 1903 to Villefranche-sur-Mer, France
#france#tarjeta#bergeret#postkaart#sepia#villefranche#carte postale#photographed#ansichtskarte#the cake-walk#walk#1903#staged#mailed#briefkaart#photo#photography#a. bergeret#postal#postkarte#vintage#villefranche-sur-mer#french#postcard#historic#cake#ephemera
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#lours postal#carte postale#couleur#série chez lours (ouest)#mer#terre#ciel#nuages#série des constructions#art postal#mail art#art collaboratif
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BOOP WARS.
us currently 😂
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what counts as "basic dni"?
racist, lgbtphobic, pedos, zionists, stuff like that- the things you usually see in a dni
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philatélie 21
#lours file à télie#art collaboratif#cachet de boulogne sur mer#cachet manuel#cachet postal manuel#bureau temporaire#affranchissement philatélique#film instantané#Pola#art postal#mail art#Géants du Nord#Batisse et Zabelle
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I share my process of packaging a small piece of art, with things laying around the house.
If you have art and want to know how to mail it out to friends or patrons here is a cost-effective way to do it without breaking the bank.
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i have 300 words written of a sequel to my jobela fic nobody will lose their head and. ladies, theydies, and gaydies. friends and countrymen. i do not think i know how to write
#i think every single decent fic on my ao3 is a fluke actually#i've been writing like 50 to 100 words a day every day this week i am SCRAPING THROUGH this dry period#and i swear to god my deangarth fic is on its way. it got lost in the mail#mer rambles
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten? 🤔🤔🤔🤭
nail polish
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thank you, lovely! your sentences 💖 (for context Eddie is recalling a time when he was 16 and used his shiny new license to take him the first place he could think of)
The sight of Evan with broad shoulders and muscles had made Eddie’s heart skip in a funny way that he didn’t want to examine too closely. Of course, that hadn’t been the only thing. Somewhere behind them, behind the wall of people talking and laughing, too busy to pay attention to anything they’re doing, the sounds of the boardwalk filter in to fill their companionable silence. All of the dings and buzzers from the arcade, the trolley patiently beeping to let everyone know it’s coming through, shouts from shop owners offering samples. Eddie closes his eyes and lets all of it wrap around him, like maybe he can take it back to El Paso. “Oh, hey, I love this one,” Evan says. “What?” Eddie blinks, slow and stupidly as he tries to figure out what his friend is talking about. “The song!” Evan flicks water at his leg. “The music started.” Eddie listens and realizes Evan’s right. The live band that plays on Friday and Saturday nights has recently started their set. The selection changes through the summer but they always do a variety of fan favorites. Usually stuff that makes people like his parents get all gooey eyed like they’re reliving their youth. He thinks that’s what they’re playing now – my girl or will you love me tomorrow. One of those. “Dance with me.” Evan looks up with a hopeful expression. “How, uh-” Eddie gestures between them, pointing out the incredibly obvious reason the idea won’t work. No matter how much Eddie suddenly finds himself wanting it to. “You’re-” Evan’s face softens, equal hints of amusement and fond understanding. “I’m down here and you’re up there? I don’t have legs? Yeah, Eds, I know all that.” Eddie pulls a face when he gets splashed again. “Jump in.” Evan curls his palms around Eddie’s bare ankles, rubbing his thumb along the knobby bone. “These things have to be good for something.”
tagging a few other folks i remember being into this one @tizniz @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @bi-buckrights @loveyouanyway @spotsandsocks @beyourownanchor6 @monsterrae1 😘
#hippo gets mail#hippo writes#fic: run to the water (and find me there)#make me write#round 3#buddie wip#mer!buck x human!eddie#nicole tag 💞
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The way you write Nebarra’s thought process is so intriguing. Like the way he connects caring with the death of Camia, with losing people and the devastation that follows. I love the way he tries to wrestle for any sort of control over how he feels, to the point where he’s practically peeling himself piece-by-piece trying to wrestle with how he really feels under all that denial.
And also the parallel of him watching both Camia and the Dragonborn (almost) die in a single moment?? The tenderness and eroticism of a sword fight where neither party wants to kill but they’re really damn good at it, so it’s akin to a scrabbling dance?? Good fucking soup. I love this mess of a mer, you write so well.
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Thank you so much!!!! Yes! Like, his radiant dialogue in game shows that like... yeah he's a crass asshole, but also He cares so, so much!
Like when he talks about his brother, how he wonders how much of the money he sends home actually makes it there, how he was writing a letter to Camia's parents, how he talks about making sure another war like the great war never happens again. And even after you stop him, he still chooses to not only save you, but also still actively wants to travel with you. And you ain't even gotta pay him to do it!!!!! Like he acts like he doesn't care, but so much of what he does is influenced by the fact that he does.
Like maybe I'm reading too much into shit, bc I have been known to do that. I am the chronic overthinker, and I love getting into characters' heads and picking them apart and seeing what makes them tick.
Also fight scenes... hot... hhhhhhhhh I really enjoyed writing it and I'm so glad people enjoyed reading it!!!!
#Anyways I think that in homestuck terms nebarra would be blood#Like I wanna say knight of blood#Maybe heir of blood#sorry I think about classpects a lot#but yeah the more I think about him the more I'm convinced this mer is defined by the bonds he makes#I love him so much#he's such a mess#i could fix him#dalish mail
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View of Sanary-sur-Mer, Provence region of southern France
French vintage postcard, mailed in 1901 to Thoissey
#southern#france#postkaart#thoissey#photo#vintage#postkarte#postal#postcard#view#photography#briefkaart#tarjeta#carte postale#region#ansichtskarte#french#mailed#historic#sepia#1901#sanary#sanary-sur-mer#ephemera#provence
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I’m not getting all my mail and have had two things shipped to me and returned to sender even though the address is correct like I’ve checked and it is right so what the hell is happening hate to complain about usps but like can u pls give me my mail….going crazy
#mer’s christmas present and my buyee order were returned to sender im so fucking pissed off#and buyee shipping was like 40 bucks and I’m going to have to pay it again…..im so mad wtf#also I’m signed up for informed delivery and like it’ll send me a picture of the mail so I know what I’m supposed to be getting#they’re just not actually delivering it to me#like I had something from the irs yesterday which suspecting may be my 2019 tax refund finally#but it didn’t actually show up so lol
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THE THEME!!! also, im back ;) HUGS HUGS HUGS 💗💗💗 and kisses 😚
aahhHHH MER MER I MISSED YOU
hehe thank you 🤭
i think this is my favorite theme i’ve done
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