#say hi to the professor!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[magpie-trinkets]

continuing that "maya tries to contact claire" post, i present you the post-Spirit of Justice follow-up

[doctorsiren]

give this angle another tri

[wolfythewitch]

hihi! firstly lemme say i love all your work

SECONDLY. I’m assuming here you’re in a animating/arranging course (sorry if this assumption is wrong 😔) BUT have any of your friends/colleagues/teachers noticed your work as being famous?

As in say your teacher is an EPIC fan (which they should be), and they see an animatic made by wolfythewitch and see your art style. your animating style. just. your everything style. And they go “hey. Wait a minute. I KNOW this person. I have them thrice weekly, is this why the homework is alWAYS LATE—“

ALSO, if this hasn’t happened yet, how would you address it?

I was in an animation yes! I shifted fine arts.

Also yes haha, some of them are my mutuals. I once posted an animatic at 4am on the day I was supposed to present my finals. When I came to class my professor asked me I slept at all lmao. I aced that final ehe. (Coincidentally on the same day, a professor in a neighboring classroom was playing my animatics for the class. So! That was terrifying)

And excuse you I don't submit late smh, I pass most of my work on time (1 minute before the deadline)

[keylimeart]

very professional, very demure

[jmscornerlibrary]

(Valentine's Day, as orchestrated by Lockhart)

Lockhart: (smugly) So, tell me, Professor Snape. What are your plans?

Snape: Plans.

Lockhart: Yes, for this evening. Surely, you must have a date.

Snape: I do.

McGonagall: ...???

Lockhart: Oh, really? Marvellous! I'll bet you've got quite a few things planned. Perhaps a candle-lit dinner, some music, all working up to a spectacular show of affection and ... passion?

Snape: (calmly) Not quite. I won't say the evening won't be eventful, though.

Lockhart: Indeed! My, you must be more experienced than you look, professor. Eventful... who would have thought? Not me.

McGonagall:

Snape: *sips wine*

Lockhart: ...So who is this date of yours you'll be so... "occupied" with?

Snape: *puts down goblet and swallows* Your mother.

[pink-nubes]

I painted Sephiroth for a class 🧚‍♀️

[rystiel]

what did raven mean by “i can’t actually remember the last time you were the one risking something” girl he is BALD and CAN’T WALK

[la-pheacienne]

George Martin, 2013: "In a very basic level winter is coming for all of us. I think that’s one of the things that art is concerned with: the awareness of our own mortality. “Valar morghulis” – “All men must die”. That shadow lies over our world and will until medical science gives us all immortality… but I don’t think it makes it necessarily a pessimistic world. Not any more pessimistic than the real world we live in. We’re here for a short time and we should be conscious of our own mortality, but the important thing is that love, compassion and empathy with other human beings is still possible. Laughter is still possible! Even laughter in the face of death… The struggle to make the world a better place… We have things like war, murder and rape… horrible things that still exist, but we don’t have to accept them, we can fight the good fight. The fight to eliminate those things.There is darkness in the world, but I don’t think we necessarily need to give way to despair. One of the great things that Tolkien says in Lord of The Rings is “despair is the ultimate crime”. That’s the ultimate failing of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor, that he despairs of ever being able to defeat Sauron. We should not despair. We should not go gentle into that good night".

JRR Tolkien, 1962 : "One reviewer once said, this is a jolly jolly book, all the right boys come home [...]- this isn't true of course, he can't have read the story. [...] Human stories are practically always about one thing, really, aren't they? Death. The inevitability of death. . . . . . (He quotes Simone de Beauvoir) 'There is no such thing as a natural death. Nothing that ever happens to man is natural, since his presence calls the whole world into question. All men must die, but for every man his death is an accident, and even if he knows it he would sense to it an unjustifiable violation.' Well, you may agree with the words or not, but those are the key spring of The Lord Of The Rings".

"Lotr is all rainbows and unicorns and Asoiaf is nihilistic and grimdark". Wrong, and wrong. In all its hope and radiance, lotr often gets very dark, and despite all the death and suffering, the hopeful moments in asoiaf shine bright. The meeting point of these two is this: having hope while in despair, and even better, refusing to give up because you have to go on despite not having any hope left.

[thepointofme]

i think its so funny how they tried to push the "charles and moira as a couple" in xmfc when all their deleted scenes were charles flirting with her and moira not giving a single fuuuuuck lmao she was so not having it!!! like the hints of her as a character with traces of an actual personality were all in those scenes and they've cut it out to make sure they could bring her back as the love interest in apocalypse *booing*

[anakinh]

tell me, how does it feel? I have no home, so I wouldn't know uh... you still got parents, right?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

ok i drew both of them now

[idyllcy]

forget - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

Occasionally, Simon forgets to mention he's married.

It's truly only happened once or twice, and it's never something conscious, but most students don't pry if he doesn't talk too much about his family.

"How was your weekend? Any news for the class?" He clicks on the desktop as he works the computer, raising a brow at the class.

A student has news of a club event, and another mentions their weekend.

"Sounds fun." He hums, looking up at the class. "So, fun fact. It was my birthday yesterday—"

A chorus of happy birthdays emits in the class, and he laughs.

"Thank you. My wife and kids took me out for dinner with some of my old friends. Was pleasant."

"You're married?"

"You have kids?"

"Oh... that's why Professor MacTavish cancelled class yesterday..."

"Yes t' everything." He pauses. "Oh, right. I didn't have class on week zero 'cause my daughter got sick. I have a wife and two kids. My oldest is a girl and younger's a boy. Any more questions before we start? Anything else t' share?"

One of the students email him after class asking for a bingo.

Might as well start counting.

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[triple-pupil]

Because I think he deserves both sides of the coin.

[trafalgarloves]

Professor! Nanami having to take his two little girls to his night college lecture because something came up at work so you weren't able to watch them like you usually do.  Being the great husband he is he assures you that it's no problem and they can tag along with him.

He doesn't bother informing anyone that they will be coming with him because why should he. He's one of the best professors on campus and he knows that his girls will be on their best behavior like they usually are. They promise to be as helpful as possible, making him smile at how excited they seem to be.

Once they arrive the girls do seem a bit more on the timid side seeing as they are in a room of about 20 young adults who looked a bit shocked to see them there. Namami explains to the class the situation and assures everyone that everything will go the way it usually does except this time they will have some helpers.

The girls end up loving that they came and can help. They're switching his slides whenever they're given the queue, handing out worksheets, and just generally being the cuties they always are. They are planning to make it their mission to get to attend more. 

A little later into the class when the students are getting their scheduled break they start asking questions to his daughters. Typical ones like how is school, what's your favorite cartoon right now, have you finished your homework, just trying to make conversation. Though when the topic of mom comes up the girls start gushing about you. Cheerfully talking about you and your daily activities.

Nanami can't help but grin about how highly they speak about you. Of course he knows you're the best mom out there, but what he doesn't realize is that his girls are a reflection of him. It’s only natural they think you're the best when he himself has done nothing but praise you from the moment he first spoke to you.