#not my usual

[evestalk]

JECKCOLE HEADCANONS

is this rebellion? yeah.

jecka rants about smallvile

* nicole pretends to hate it. doesn’t even mind.

* does popcorn reading of ‘deep’ poems

* genuinely can’t eat together without there being something to watch

* watched kuwtk. jecka spits her noodles out!has a playlist on youtube of random videos they both share

they don’t remember half of the bullshit they put there themselves. it never gets mentioned in IRL convos.

* jecka gets shy when reminded of how nicole gets in trouble every day so she can smoke (of course without nicole.)

* frequents the playground.

* nicole has a folder dedicated to pictures of jecka and her. somehow put passcode on it so her brother couldn’t access it.

* jecka is the only person who’s allowed to see her private myspace account (it’s hardly any different.)

* in 2024 as older aged women, their yearly meet up is at olive garden.

they fight about who pays.

the two don’t know how the other has money to pay for their meal. (they go OUT.)

* jecka randomly texts nicole at 3 a.m., and nicole is fast asleep.

* are the girls who are long time friends and when you talk with them they’re constantly judging you. you simply can feel it in their gaze.

* taught jecka how to navigate public transport.

* jecka always calls nicole when she shockingly does goes on transport.

* they’ll last from a minute

“nicole i’m at the train stop.”

“why..?”

“i’m going to this cool place in district eleven.”

“ah, cool.”

* or they’ll last the whole ride and an added ten minute walk.

as older women, the two talk shit about others’ kids.

not about the kids specifically, but how their parents are raising them.

sometimes they watch kids their age and go ‘seriously?’ to the smallest of things.

not my typical content. it’s usually be rambling my ass off. but i hope you enjoy!

[rubikor]

💧🔥.

[donestiel]

I was tagged by maranatural my beloved @inacatastrophicmind - thank you for tagging me, Miss Mara. Every day I log onto tumblr wondering how your gifsets will haunt me like a sleep paralysis demon that day.

Go to pinterest and search: celebrity, shoes, outfit, aesthetic, purse, and makeup look.

I'm tagging the rest of the clown car trio @alivedean & @cobbbvanth - the love of shrek's life @chrrispine - Miss Fight or... well, Fight @valleydean - the nightmare who got me into 911 against my will @captain-flint - as well as any of my followers who'd like to have a go and tag me so I can see what they come up with!!!

Feel free to ignore <3

[grellestan]

greta van fleets music is written with a passion i thought only a lesbian could possess

[amewinterswriting]

I don't like talking about real life stuff over here but I need to scream into the void about this.

Some people might know that @red-pen-ally is my wonderful wife, and you might even know that we were in a long distance relationship for a very long time, even once we had married, due to the hard work and savings needed to meet UK immigration standards. But we eventually overcame those hurdles and have been living together for just shy of 2.5 years. We've been making plans for the future, considering a (very small, probably half-derelict) house purchase in the next few years and generally trying to get plans off the ground.

The news today hit me like a sucker punch. The income threshold for family visas will nearly double (as will all the associated fees and surcharges) just about exactly when we need to renew her visa. Up until now, I had been very confident in our financial situation and we wouldn't have had any problems renewing her visa. Now, we're scrambling to either double our income or our savings with less than 5 months notice, or else we will be separated again. (Also, Merry Christmas, the gift of uncertain fear and panic is definitely an original one, you bloodsucking bastards)

I've been physically sick through the stress of it all day. @red-pen-ally has been intensively job hunting for anything that will help keep her in the country.

And the stupid thing is, we don't actually know what the rules will be when we apply, given it's a renewal of a visa and not a new application. Different sources (the Home Office and No. 10) are saying conflicting statements - that we either will need to meet the new, higher threshold or that we will still be held to the previous threshold as she is already in the country.

Can I repeat again that this is something we need to know within the next 5 months? How are we supposed to plan for the future when a politician can arbitrarily decide to move the goal posts with such short notice?

Anyway, this is my little informational pity party. There's not really much of anything anyone can do about this unless you happen to work at the Home Office (there's a change.org petition that you could sign but I highly doubt it will influence decisions made. Still, it'll take five seconds and it might help? I signed it anyway), but if I happen to go a little quiet on Tumblr for the next few months, that'll be me just screaming, crying and biting people about how desperately unfair the whole situation is.

[sleepybirbies]

i drew something!!

[voldemorts-tap-shoes]

Sneaking in one last microfic for the @cruelsummer-ficfest ! Thanks for another great fest 💕

Lavender Haze

The bar is quiet tonight, which is exactly how Draco prefers it. Even when it’s full, Half-Breeds isn’t like the raucous pubs of Diagon Alley or the posh clubs Blaise and Pansy like to drag him to. The primarily non-human clientele are just there for a cold pint and to get away from the world. Outcasts, like him. No one is there to make friends, or to pick up a one night stand; they all want to be left alone, and that suits Draco just fine. Besides, most anyone he might know from his Death Eater days—the ones he heard about this place from in the first place—is in Azkaban.

He polishes off his firewhiskey and motions for another as someone plops onto the stool beside him. “Draco Malfoy at a creature bar, I never thought I’d see the day.”

So much for his solitude. Lavender Brown is the cheeriest person in here, though her once sickly-sweet voice has lost some of the brightness of youth. Of course, it’s not youth they’ve lost at all, both of them far too young for all the horrors they’ve seen. It’s innocence.

He gives her a stiff nod of acknowledgement as the bartender sets a fresh glass in front of him and then looks to Lavender. “Wolfsbane, please,” she chirps. Draco starts, and she chuckles as the bartender walks off again. “It’s a cocktail. Although they do brew the potion here, too. For those who can’t get it elsewhere.”

“How does he know which one you want?”

“It’s not the full moon, silly. And Simon knows I don’t need the potion.”

“Oh.” He’d heard, of course, that she had been attacked by Greyback during the Battle of Hogwarts, but he didn’t know the extent of the damage. They weren’t what anyone would call friends, and he had hardly kept up with anyone in the months since the war ended.

“You don’t ever say too much, do you?” Lavender has one eyebrow quirked at him, her head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. Even under the scars that dominate the left side of her face and neck, she’s quite pretty for a Gryffindor. No, he’s not supposed to think like that anymore, although changing his mindset has been quite an effort. His fellow Slytherins couldn’t care less, but Draco saw from the inside out how rotten their side was. It’s not something he wants to define him anymore.

“Not much to say,” Draco replies, hoping his quipped tone will convey his desire to be alone. But Lavender tosses her handbag onto the bar top, settling in.

“Everyone that comes to this place has a history, things they’re not proud of. I know you do, too. There’s no judgment here. So if you have something you want to get off your chest, you can talk to me.”

She twirls the straw around in her fizzy little drink, not looking at him, and Draco waits for her to say more, to push him. When she doesn’t, he finds the words spilling out of him anyway.

“No one cares,” he mutters. “No one cares that we lost the war, that we shouldn’t have been fighting it to begin with. They’re all just glad it’s over and moved onto the next thing like nothing ever happened.”

“But you care.”

“Yeah.” Draco chuckles darkly. “Fuck me, not sure why. I was as horrible to the other side as anyone.” He’s hit with a pang of guilt, though he can’t say he ever did anything to Lavender in particular. But Weasley, her friends…

“People change,” she says with a shrug. “All this shit is new to me, too.” She waves her hand around the bar. “The werewolf scene, I mean.”

“But you’re not…?”

“No, I won’t ever transform. Doesn’t stop people being weird about it.”

Lavender absently traces one of the scars on her neck, and Draco’s eyes follow the angry red mark until it disappears under the neckline of her top. He finds himself wondering for a moment what else is under there and then shakes his head. Maybe he’s had one firewhiskey too many tonight.

“I’m sorry,” Draco says. He’s not quite sure why he’s apologizing—it’s not like he bit her, but he still feels partially responsible for her fate. “That you have to deal with this.”

She shrugs again. “It will get better. For you, too.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ll be damned if I give a damn what people say about me.” Her glossy lips twist up into a smile, and as he sees the fire in her eyes, Draco realizes for the first time that they might have something in common. “Just take it one day at a time. You’ll get there.”

She starts to slide off her stool, but Draco puts a hand on her arm to stop her, surprising them both. He’s even more surprised when she doesn’t pull away. “You can stay,” he blurts. “If you want.”

Relief settles in as she gives him a little nod and shifts back into her seat. Though Lavender is the last person he would have thought to confide in when she walked in, he feels like she actually sees him as a person. Not Draco the Death Eater, not Lucius’s son…just Draco.

It’s not a feeling he wants to let go of just yet. He wants to stay in this hazy little bubble of friendship that’s formed between him and Lavender. Fortunately for him, she seems to want to stay there too.

[romanoffsbish]

I thought Tumblr was a safe place. It once was. But my bubble is popped as I watch anons tear apart my mutuals for their gender identities. Y’all are disgusting, and I hope you choke.

[hollowmorrow]

some friends and me went and touched up the "how do we tell him" thing

[kvothes]

so true

[theres-rue-for-you]

my brother works on a boat so when he rants about his job I can’t take it seriously because he keeps angrily referring to his boss as “captain”. like sorry ur having 19th century sailor problems my guy

[canisalbus]

✦ Pebble ✦

[keithbutgay]

hi!

um

yeah

notes goal post

because i really need motivation

(i stole some of these but shhhhh)

if this post gets 50 notes i'll drink water right now

100 i'll go to bed at midnight for the rest of the week

200 i'll actually do my laundry

500 i'll take a shower every day for the rest of the week

1,000 i'll brush my teeth every night for a full week

2,000 i'll stop binding for an unhealthy amount of time for a full week

3,000 i'll start actually wearing my ankle braces consistently

4,000 i'll eat breakfast every day for the rest of the week

5,000 i'll stop binding while sleeping

6,000 i'll stop wearing earrings i'm allergic to for a full week

7,000 i'll start doing makeup again

8,000 i'll stop eating chocolate for the rest of the week

9,000 i'll make my autodale masks

10,000 i'll touch grass every day for the rest of the month

11,000 i'll water my plants twice a week for the rest of the month

12,000 i'll put on my lotion when i need to for a full week

13,000 i'll eat at least two meals every day for the rest of the week

14,000 i'll finish my water bottle every day for a full week

15,000 i'll write more for forest files

18,000 i'll clean out my backpack

19,000 i'll take my vitamins every day for the rest of the week

20,000 i'll finish my stained glass project

21,000 i'll go to bed before midnight for the rest of the week

22,000 i'll do my summer reading

23,000 i'll move the knife out of my room

24,000 i'll eat three meals every day for three days

25,000 i'll stop purposefully triggering myself for a full week

50,000 i'll try my best to stay clean for two full weeks

i'll probably add more goals if this somehow get past 5k, but there it is for now :)

spam allowed

tagging allowed

ummm the deadline is halloween

*thumbs up*

go for it

[tooquirkytolose]

He made her an offer she couldn't refuse

[chainymail]

wine drunkkk. lords and ladies I don’t think it counts against my vow of chastity if I fuck my squire like it’s not even a big deal

[kimabutch]

One of my favourite questions for figuring out a character’s motivations is which qualities they most fear being assigned to them. Are they afraid (consciously or unconsciously) of being seen as stupid? Ungrateful? Weak? Incompetent? Lazy? Cowardly? Intimidating? Like they actually care? etc.

It’s such a fun way to explore into who they are, why they do what they do, what they don’t do out of fear, and how they might be affected by the events of the story. And I love when characters have negative motivations—trying to avoid something (in this case, being seen a particular way) as much as they’re trying to achieve a goal.