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Little boxing workout from last night! 💪🥊
#project batman#batman#bruce wayne#martial arts#training#exercise#fitness#work out#kung fu#boxing#boxe#boxer#heavy bag#sang bag#punching bag#cardio#skipping rope#boxing workout#budoblr#fitblr#superhero fitblr#superhero fitness#me
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T(w)inky Winky (Tinky Winky)
Dipsy (Dipsy)
Laa-Laa (Laa-Laa)
Po (Po)
Aaaand Pinkyyy
And the Sun Baby(Boo)
Teletubbies
Teletubbies
Say hello *in Luke Black's voice*
Eh-oh!
And Flixbus sama
Thanks to them i booked 21 trip to concerts,
I missed 2 of them
I thought one of them is not even exist
I almost missed all of them
Aaaand in 2023 Flixbus added Finlaaaaand to the list 🤣🤣🤌
#I Don't even know#I have to redraw this pic#Joker out#käärijä#bojan cvjetićanin#jure maček#jan peteh#nace jordan#kris guštin#teletubbies#Art#Artist on tumblr#I'm so lame always drawing only K#I should've drawn the Daltons as birds🤣🤣#But it was also my first time drawing Jure and Kris#Maybe it shows who is my favs#Maybe#Balkan 'liberal' Bojan is my Spirit animal#Also Tinky Winky really owns that bitchy slay Karen bag#And i always sang like twinky not tinky#Bojan should be happy he is not ended up as the vacuum clenaer#Alsooo i have to drawww way more Naceeee i don't like how it turned out 🪦🕳️📉⬇️#flixbus
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If I don't grasp him between my jaws when he drops I will backflip into a pool of tears
#yi sang#yi sang lcb#funeral of the dead butterflies#limbus company#gladhand art#I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed him he is everything and a bag of chips to me
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bless Gordon Michael Schwinn for earning me some of my first every callbacks
#he lent me his voice for like two measures and evidently that was enough to secure the bag#(I sang “And They’re Off” by the way)#a new brain#musical theater#personal post
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I spent most of my commute this year trying to teach myself to belt further up in my mezzo range, so my Spotify Wrapped isn’t even songs I like the best lol it’s just songs I took on as vocal challenges.
And I haven’t quite cracked “Let it Go” yet but I want it known that I absolutely fucking SLAY “Wrecking Ball.” I don’t just kill it okay I AXE-MURDER that thing.
#also I don’t know if i ‘kill’ Defying Gravity but I sure do cause it severe injury I’d say#pisses me off because the last AAAAAAH is only like a half step under the top of Let It Go but I can’t fucking break that block I guess lol#My Chem I’ve got in the bag but I always get carried away and forget not to hurt my throat#I’m actually surprised it’s Teenagers on here and not Black Parade i definitely thought I sang that one more#there’s no Adele on here because I tried and failed so hard that I didn’t want to try again
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I literally just realized that the name of Nick's sheep movie "three bags full"
is from the nursery rhyme "Ba Ba Black Sheep"
#nicholas galitzine#three bags full#and the reason I remembered that is I just got a haircut#and the floofy pile of black hair reminded me of the rhyme#and i just jokingly sang it#and then went “yes sir yes sir three bags full- hold the fuck up”
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mood for any day
#yeah he inhaled some helium and sang led s severa and then dark postpartum depression themed episode happened what's the problem#and a baby lived in a bag#ona živi v torbi normal thing to say about a baby you have under your desk while teaching a chemistry class
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#last night we were both a little sleepy.#a little wine-drunk.#i asked him to play me something on the guitar while i leaned on his shoulder.#he said he only knows a few songs. i said that's fine#whatever you want.#first song: like real people do by hozier#which has a very tender place in my heart because it's the last song i sang for a real performance (2015).#so i still know all the words.#and he didn't know that!#it just happened to be the song.#anyway it was 1230am. anyway my jacket smells like his apartment.#anyway early this morning i said i thought romance was built of small acts of devotion. like how every morning my dad makes my mom coffee#because she sleeps worse and takes longer to wake up and he wants her to not have to worry about another thing in the morning.#when she comes downstairs every day he has it ready for her to take to work.#he makes it separately because he drinks an entirely different coffee than she does. but he makes it because he wants her to have it.#it's one of many small repeated acts of love they do for each other. they're still in love with each other after 30 years.#anyway my boyfriend is a notorious instant coffee fiend.#it's easy and he likes the flavor.#but when we got up this morning he pulled out a bag of coffee beans and a hand-grinder and said: would you like me to make you coffee?
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Double shift last weekend and this is the only picture I got (which my coworker actually took with me for her Facebook story RIGHT when I looked like shit and it was low effort makeup day because I had to be there early to open the bar)
#a drunk girl in the bathroom called me pretty and two other regulars kissed me on the cheek and called me pet names this is why I'm gay#one of those regulars (who's the bff of my coworker i haven't worked with yet because she's taking a break) asked me to have shots with her#she and the other girl are the sweetest every time i swear they're there almost every weekend and they call me Schatz and Maus#the moment i came back in after putting away my bag and jacket on saturday a middle aged guy mentioned my volbeat hoodie#talked about all the metal bands he's seen like judas priest acdc saxon iron maiden and showed me some new songs he's been into lately#later sang mama i'm coming home to/with me and he and another guy gave me lots of career advice and encouraged me to be bolder in interview#a metalhead dude with long blonde hair and beard (who was also at a concert I worked at last month) winked at me and gave me like €4 tips#and every time he ordered his drinks he put his hand on the back of my head to say it in my ear#because the music from the speakers above was kinda loud but technically not loud enough to do That gjsgfjdshhh 😭😭#he's so hot too he looks like a kind boyish viking idk if that makes sense but 😫😫#the amount of people who have flirted with me or acted a little bit 😏 in the last three months#but nothing came of it so far just trusting they'll come back soon when i'm working the shift again#no phone numbers no insta handles we pine like in the old days and smirk when we see each other for the first time in a while#my face#the bartender chronicles
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Can y'all believe there are people who've never heard Jessie's Girl (Glee Cast Version)?
#bonkers#you HAD to be there#season 1 of Glee is truly some of the most unhinged television ever made#this song is sang because Rachel gets laryngitis and Finn is feeling some type of way about tumbling the bag#and RACHEL IS DATING A MAN NAME JESSE#oh my God#some people have never seen the quinn Bohemian Rhapsody birth scene#all of this being said#don't watch it#glee
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I got my first 🩸 transfusion for medical reasons two days ago. I still feel amazing. First thing I noticed an hour after was my skin was much softer and veins were more plump the minute I got it. Also my eyes went from cloudy to shiny and overjoyed. My joints got looser and muscles got relaxed too. I definitely don't regret doing this for both The Hunger™ and my chronic pain. I think the only side effects I had was feeling really tired after but it's because I got two hours of sleep the night before. However, I had the best sleep of my life afterwards.
#sanguinarian#med sangs#sang vamp#My body consumed the bag so fast that I was done within at least 20 minutes lol
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You guys I am happy yet again!!!!! HELL yes
#the earth is tilting back and I am coming alive!#I have also been practicing man spreading in my own house and I sang Billy Joel real loud and friggin danced real badly with all my limbs#pinwheeling#as a way to practice taking up space#and also get exercise#which apparently improves your mood?????#my new mantra is “’I’m the main character’ which I don’t really believe obv lol but damn some of you are right! romanticizing your life can#really improve it! and if the main character dances all crazy in their house or admires the scenery or clomps around the yard we are into’t#(ran out of space; became Shakespeare)#(ros;bs)#and even if they do something dumb you’re like Aw main character! I stan you flawed and silly king#what kind of shenanigans will you get into next?? pushing bags of softener salt down the stairs like slinkys???#(yes)#AND! I had a pleasant interaction buying softener salt that I was also using to practice standing and walking around like I belong places#I’m loosening up by hips and standing with my pussy out metaphorically!!#*my#and the sky is big and there are clouds and naked trees limned in gold#clumps of dried grass too don’t forget#and the redwing blackbirds are shouting at everyone#fuck yeah#onion’s nighttime thoughts#edit: also my hair looks cute
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So the broken pipe situation is mostly fixed, but until my asthma stops being on such a hair trigger I'm not going downstairs unless I am wearing an N95 mask, and even then limiting my time down there, so I've been spending a lot of time in my craft room/work from home office. Y'all, I have gotten so much done it's a little ridiculous. Today so far I have: - sewn together batting to make a piece big enough for a baby quilt - quilted the baby quilt - trimmed it down to size and added the binding - washed the baby quilt - did some unpacking - found a skein of yarn in a box I was unpacking, got distracted, and knit an entire hat - cut out all the pieces for a pride bee for one of my 2022 MTH auction winners and got most of the seams sewn (only two machine sewn seams left, then it's just stuffing it and handsewing on the eyes, wings, and antennae) - tackled some of my scrap batting pile, getting it sorted into "large pieces to sew together to use in quilts", "this one rolled up piece that is somehow the perfect size for the coasters my friend wants", "pieces to cut 2.5 inch strips out of for future baskets", and crumbs, then diced up the crumbs into smaller confetti to use as pillow or stuffed animal stuffing later
#the person behind the yarn#not sure what is going on but I will ride this wave of productiveness while I can!#I wanted to make the winter soldier bear#but the gray fleece did not make it over in the same box as the rest of the bucky bear fleece apparently????#I have all the other ones I use for bucky bears in their own section on the shelf#and the gray is just not there. Which means it is either in a bag of fabric I have yet to unpack#or (more likely) in my 'general fleece storage drawer' in the living room console table thing#but that's downstairs and I have used up my downstairs time today washing dishes#console table is not the right word but idk the right word. table for living rooms that is not coffee table#it had a drawer in it that was empty I had fleece to store the drawer is no longer empty#today I have also played just like so many neopets games (I am very glad they got so many games updated)#and put my music on shuffle and sang along a lot#I am resisting the urge to cast on another hat but I am not resisting it well
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“Everyday people, in their own sweet way, Like to add a coat of paint and be what they ain’t! That’s how our little game is played, Livin’ like a masquerade, actin’ a bizarre charade, While playing the saint!”
~“Facade” from Jekyll and Hyde
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Ahhh, no!! Carewyn!! D:
Ahem -- yeah, this is a counterpoint to a piece I’ve done in the past about Jacob and how he got ensnared by Charles Cromwell and R’s web...but this is going to take a little bit of explanation! First, though, my musical accompaniment while working on this includes Things Are Not What They Appear from Pocahontas II: Journey to a New World, Elsie Lovelock’s cover of Trust in Me from The Jungle Book, and Wolfsong by Omnia. 😊
Okay, right to it. Those of you who know Hogwarts Mystery, there’s a moment toward the beginning of year 6 where MC meets Jacob in his old room at Hogwarts, after following Sickleworth the Niffler, who’s carrying a white quill that it turns out is a threat from R, reminding MC that R still intends to “collect” on one of their friends’ lives. Well, this scene has always bugged me, because Hogwarts is supposed to be nigh impregnable, to the point that even Voldemort couldn’t get inside during the First Wizarding War -- so how does a non-Hogwarts-graduate like Jacob get in so easily?
My answer -- that is not really Jacob. In my canon, the person Carewyn instead meets is an agent of R, who -- with inside help from another agent who plays as the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor -- was able to sneak into the school and impersonate Jacob with Polyjuice Potion. And this agent impersonating Jacob is none other than Carewyn’s maternal uncle and heir to the Cromwell Clan, Blaise.
Blaise Cromwell is a character who -- quite honestly -- I think deserves multiple punches to the face. He is ridiculously possessive of his family, seeing them as akin to prized toys that no one else is allowed to touch but him, and his sister Lane and her children are no exception. Blaise is just as determined as Charles is to force Lane, Jacob, and Carewyn back into the fold of the Cromwell Clan, and he has no moral compunctions that might temper that desire. He’s more than willing to lie, deceive, torture, or even kill to achieve that goal. And because he was raised by Charles -- who like Jacob and Carewyn was born with immensely powerful Legilimency -- Blaise became a master of Occlumency at a young age, all in the effort of maintaining some privacy in and control over his own mind. This Occlumency and Blaise’s rather convincing act makes it so that Carewyn at first has no idea that she’s not speaking to her brother...at least, not until Blaise as Jacob collides with her in Knockturn Alley, while Carewyn herself is disguised as Patricia Rakepick. But for now, Carewyn is completely unawares...not just because Blaise was so good at capturing Jacob’s mannerisms and overall attitude, but because he sounded so sincere, speaking of his desire for their family to be as it once was. It made it so that when he so “reluctantly” accepted her help with the Vaults on the condition that she not involve her friends “unnecessarily” the way he did Duncan and Olivia, Carewyn didn’t suspect anything amiss. And well, Blaise does want his family as he once had it. He wants his sister Lane back at the Cromwell estate...and he does want her children there with them. Sure, for her and them, it’d be a cage, but they’d learn to accept it. They were family, after all -- the Cromwell estate, and the Cromwell Clan, was where they belonged.
For however terrible of a person Blaise is, however, I will point out that the moment Blaise collided with Carewyn in Jacob’s old room was the first time he’d really been able to interact with his niece. And however much he was focused on his goal, it didn’t mean he felt nothing, seeing her for the first time.
Lane had been Blaise’s favorite sibling when they were young -- admittedly largely by default since they were closest in age and Lane was both intellectual and disinterested in social gatherings enough that Blaise enjoyed her company -- so her departure had a profound impact on Blaise, just as it did the rest of the Clan. He missed his third sister dearly, and hearing that she’d not only married a Muggle, but that that wretched man then proceeded to abandon her and her children upon Jacob’s Hogwarts letter arriving at their door, Blaise felt a surge of overprotectiveness toward both Lane and her children. They deserved better than what they’d had to live with -- they deserved to live well, not in poverty; they deserved to be treated like high society, not like freaks; they deserved a real home with the Clan, not living in a Muggle gutter. Jacob and Carewyn’s experience with their father should prove to them the superiority of wizardkind over Muggles -- not drive them further into the arms of Muggle lovers like the Weasleys or Mudbloods like Olivia Green or Ben Copper. With Blaise himself a widower and single father, he’s imprinted some of those twisted paternal instincts onto both Jacob and Carewyn as well -- and when he met Carewyn for the first time while disguised as Jacob, he witnessed her capacity to love first-hand. For while he wore her brother’s face, this usually stoic, pretty little teenager fussed over Blaise, fixing his robes and expressing sincere and open concern for his safety. The closest comparison point Blaise had for Carewyn’s behavior was that of his own deceased mother, Marilyn -- and yet there was no sense of asserting control here, with Carewyn. Charles only used “concern” as a means to an end -- to get a better read on who he was talking to. Even Marilyn would express concern by taking some authority over her children -- telling them to sit up straight, fixing their collars and hair to make them look perfect, because she wanted them to succeed, which would also reflect well on her. But not Carewyn. Her caring was given with no caveats or conditions -- no semblance of dominance or control. It was so...selfless.
Blaise had had no concept that any relative of his could be so weak-hearted. And yet all it did was make him want to bring her into the fold more.
People are rife to take advantage of a child like this. The people around her already have taken advantage of her. These ‘friends’ of hers that she’s so desperate to protect from us...what have they done, to deserve her caring? Who are they, to deserve her loyalty? Muggle lovers, Mudbloods, paupers and orphans...they are not her family -- we are her family!
The thought made Blaise’s inside flare with resentment and anger.
And I intend to treat her like it.
At one point during their meeting, Carewyn asked the man she thought was Jacob if something was wrong. Blaise tried to play this off, simply claiming he was lost in thought. Sensing Carewyn might be starting to pull away from him, Blaise offered a shred of vulnerability.
“...It’s just...the last time I saw you...you were only a child. You still would be a child, if not for the Cursed Vaults...”
Some resentment slipped out despite himself. As much as he wanted his family back together, and as much as he knew his father Charles’s word was law so long as he was head of the Clan, Blaise really hadn’t wanted his son or any of his nieces and nephews to be involved with R. He’d fought hard to keep Tristan and Pearl and Claire’s children out of this whole mess.
“...I wish I could shield you, Pip. I wish that...things could be just the way they were.”
Carewyn’s eyes softened. Feeling compassion in her heart for who she thought was her brother, she then opened up her arms and encircled “Jacob” in a hug. The gesture made Blaise flinch.
“Me too,” Carewyn murmured.
The warmth of her embrace flooded Blaise with a strange, trembling kind of pain -- an ache he hardly knew the origin of. He so rarely received hugs as it was, but this kind of hug in particular -- however much it comforted Carewyn as much as him, once again, there was no sense of transaction, no sense of control. She was just offering him comfort, and she found comfort herself just in giving it...such a weak-hearted gesture, and yet expressed by such a firm, warm embrace.
Abruptly, before he fully knew what he was doing, Blaise had lashed his arms out and seized hold of Carewyn, cradling her against his chest the way he did his own son, Tristan. The strength of his hug made Carewyn give him a light squeeze in return, which in turn made tears clutch at Blaise’s throat. Forcing them back fiercely, the heir of the Cromwell Clan simply held on tighter, resting his head on top of Carewyn’s as a choked song drifted absently from his lips.
“The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms... When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, So I hung my head and cried.”
Blaise hardly knew the origin of the old song anymore, aside from it being his main choice of lullaby for his son, Tristan, when he was young. Carewyn seemed to know it, though. Her lips even curled up in a small, sad smile of her own as she sang the chorus with him --
“You are my sunshine...my only sunshine... You make me happy when skies are gray... You’ll never know, dear...how much I love you... Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Patricia Rakepick had told Blaise that Carewyn was a true Cromwell, when she sang. Seeing what she meant, by hearing the warm, trained tone of his niece for the first time, made Blaise squeeze Carewyn that little bit tighter.
Oh, if only his mother could’ve heard her, Blaise thought of Marilyn at the grand piano so many years ago...if only she’d had the chance to hear Lane’s daughter sing...
“We can’t forget Laney’s baby. We must get something for the baby...”
When Blaise finally forced himself to let go of Carewyn, he cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together as he turned away.
“...I should go. The longer I’m here, the more of a chance someone’ll see me. Can’t afford to get you in more trouble, on my account...”
Carewyn frowned. “Mm...”
Even with how disappointed she looked, she still nodded. Blaise turned to her much more seriously.
“Best not tell anyone I was here, Pip,” he said. “If your friends are anything like mine...I doubt they’ll just stand back and watch, if they know you’re helping me with the Vaults.”
Carewyn’s eyes fell away as she nodded again grimly. She clearly didn’t need to be convinced -- she’d already come to that conclusion herself.
Good, thought Blaise coldly. The more she separates herself from them now, the easier it’ll be for her to let go of them and return home to us. Then she’ll know what home and family truly are.
The memory of trying and failing to completely modify Ben Copper’s memory outside the Ice Vault -- of seeing him fearfully mumbling Carewyn’s name in his sleep in the Hospital Wing, after he was recovered -- made Blaise’s fist clench around his wand as he left the room and disappeared down the hall.
Everything would be the way it should be, Blaise thought, once he brought Lane and her children home. He’d make sure Lane, Jacob, and Carewyn had everything they could ever want, once they came home to the Clan. He’d make sure they were content -- that they’d have everything they needed, at home, where they belonged.
Then they’d stay. They’d stay, and never leave again.
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#my art#my writing#carewyn cromwell#jacob cromwell#blaise cromwell#lane cromwell#charles cromwell#gdamnit blaise you big walking bag of issues#yeah he's definitely not a good person but he's still way more human than charles#marilyn cromwell honestly is where a lot of the cromwells' love of music came from#though charles actually really enjoys it too -- he just sees his family like songbirds that can sing for his entertainment#marilyn was a musical prodigy#she could play the flute violin piano and of course she sang#and she *loved* hearing her children sing#music basically = love to all cromwells even the really messed-up ones#writing this though i couldn't help but smirk thinking of how blaise would react to what evan did to lane#honestly I think if evan collided with jacob again he'd somehow still be safer than if he collided with blaise#jacob would beat him up but blaise would be close to crucio-ing his arse#you hurt his family he'll f*** you up#though to be blunt if *he* hurts his family he just gaslights TF out of them so they'll stay so again -- perspective >>#this guy is not a good person :I#also yes of all of carewyn's friends blaise hates and mistrusts ben most#because 'mudblood' and also he was one of carey's very first friends#that's part of the reason ben ended up r's initial target though him trying to protect Carewyn so much definitely affected that decision too
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every day is a struggle but i still stay silly
#i had to carry an bag of ice downstairs to the basement#and the whole way down just sang that bowl of rice vine#but instead it was bag of ice#same syllables#dad thought i was fucking crazy but i had a good time#and then i got to rip the bag open with my teeth. a very good five minutes in the constant stream of misery#snow.txt
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i need to sober up before i go to sleep bc otherwise i’ll be hungover but my cat wants to cuddle and i’m sleepy so like whats a girl to do
#txt#i sang paper bag by fiona apple at karaoke and the bartender gave me a free drink :) HAD A GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!
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