#so i'm posting it here

[multigenderswag]

“Nimona is still Nimona,” he says. “She could be a whale or a dragon or shark or a cat, and she’s still Nimona. Just as she could be a girl or a boy or a woman or a man or anything else. All of these other parts are all factions of her. None of them are the end-all be-all of who she is. So that is kind of how I think of my own gender now. There is still some of that monster girl that I still hold very close to my heart.”

ND Stevenson

[eugenoid]

First attempt at Stephen

[movlit]

Forgot to mention he's also president of student council only by a technicality! So proud of my annoying son!

[megtheuntalented]

Harry mourns for every single person he couldn't save during the war with Voldemort. When the anniversary of the final battle comes up, Harry becomes listless and disconsolate. His heart rips in a million different pieces. It's like dying a little each year.

Hermione notices, because of course she does, "Why don't you do something for them. So they still know you remember them," She gently chides. "It might help."

Harry sighs and scrubs his face roughly when Hermione leaves. It takes ten agonizing minutes to force himself off the couch, and another ten to actually figure out what he's going to do.

Harry sighs again. He pushes himself forward to fan mail. He tugs out his wand and rolls it between his hand. Harry then transfigures his simpering fan mail into dozens of gleaming, red roses. He picks them up, dutifly ignoring the pricks in his palms, and apparates to a graveyard.

That night, Harry places a rose on each of his friends' graves. Remus, Lupin, Fred and George. He visits grave after grave, trying to carve each memory of the attached name deep in his soul, so he can never forget.

His fingers are numb when he comes to his final destination. Harry feels a hollow exhaustion creeping in. He's back where it all began and where it almost ended. He takes a few steps into King's Cross Station and lets the memories of his childhood wash over him. Harry shakes his head. He came here for a reason.

He shoves himself in the far corner where he found the pitiful horcrux while he was in limbo. He gently lowers the final rose to where it used to wail. Harry doesn't mourn for Voldemort, but he does mourn for the child that his nemesis never had the chance to be. He mourned for himself.

Harry spins around and apparates away.

[measlyfurball13]

A slideshow compilation of all the major characters I've ever created!

Photo credits:

First image of Blisk is from a personal IRL friend of mine, whom I commissioned back in, jeez, maybe 2016?

Images of Adrian and his power armor were done by the ridiculously talented @codylabs! The amount of detail he squeezed into this commission is just insane. He's no longer taking commissions at all but you all should definitely go follow him if you like what you see.

Watercolor image of A-35 was done by a lovely redditor a long time ago who has since deactivated their account. I will never forget their kindness.

Image of Adrian and Blisk laughing together is done by the incredible, the wonderful, the lovely @citrucee!! It's still one of my favorite commissions ever- Citrucee is such a specialist with color and expression and tackled my unusual character designs without fear. I'm unsure if he's currently taking commissions but if you like what you see you should definitely ask him!!! You should also follow him.

Images of Aliyah and Anancit are from some absolutely ancient doll maker on a website I have now forgotten and is not art that belongs to me.

Alphara is from a picrew and is not art that belongs to me.

Omegon is from a picrew and is not art that belongs to me.

Image of Father was done by the insanely incredible @vicarfriedrich!! The shading in this piece continues to boggle my mind to this day. This artist's stylized but realistic grasp of human anatomy is just incredible. This artist regularly takes commissions, but they take commissions through a strange website since they're Russian, so just a heads up. Definitely do get in contact with them though if you want something like this!

Image of Hayes is from a picrew and is not art that belongs to me.

The image used for Suna and Mindy's slide was one that I found on tumblr uncredited. Reverse image search shows the art to be from this artist on Pixiv!

Image for Tenumbra is from some costume website lmao

[centuricnis]

[local-tim-stoker-enthusiast]

looking at my notes/notifs on tumblr is crazy because the reaction is just "YAYY! the magic glowing box people like me!"

[k2ulhu]

according to imdb the 2 highest rated x files episodes are clyde bruckman's final repose (s3e4) and bad blood (s5e12) -- both with a 9.2/10. s3e4 aired october 13 1995 (mulder's birthday) and s5e12 aired february 22 1998 (one day before scully's birthday). which is a pretty cool coincidence

[im-secretly-a-frog]

So yesterday something happened

It was really bad and really scary, so if you don't want to hear about that don't keep reading. WARNING: it may trigger some people's trauma, if you have trauma around people you love being hurt/really sick it may trigger that.

So, as some of you know, I have six siblings, three older and three younger. My second youngest sibling is severely disabled. She has Cornelia Delang Syndrome, which is very rare so even most doctors don't know it exists. It means she can't walk, talk, or eat, and she has heart issues.

She is 12 years old, but the size of a five-year-old. She almost died several times, (like, a lot) when she was first born. I was very young when she was born, and I don't remember it. I thought that I didn't have that much trauma around it because I was so young, I probably didn't even know what was happening. But I do.

Yesterday, she fell and hit her head. She's fine, don't worry, but she had to go to hospital. This triggered trauma I didn't even know I had, and as soon as My parents left for the hospital I had a panic attack on the floor of my room. This isn't that out of the ordinary, I have panic attacks regularly, but this one was different. I could barely move or breathe, and I thought she was going to die. I have no idea how long it lasted for. When I could, I went and had a shower to try and distract myself.

Soon after, my father came home and told us she was fine. She was already being seen at the hospital.

She's okay, and everyone's safe, but I was terrified. I didn't know if I was ever going to see my little sister again.

[underwhelmingalchemist]

I don't normally post my art here, but I need everyone to see this Miku I drew

[kiryuing]

[librarylexicon]

'Cause my ribcage aches with not a heartbeat but the ticking of a clock Yet our shadows merge behind us on the concrete as we walk Maybe happiness comes in only flickers or a flash I just want you with me always; is that so much to ask? Is that so much to ask?

Zoe Johnson, "Is That So Much to Ask"

[fineapple20]

Portraits

Retouched this set from last year, because it was haunting me laying there 80% finished

[emberfaye]

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[bashzzey]

I bet sour lemons are alien to him in the land of sweets 🍋

Also have silly bonus from aggie :]c

Max Jax? Max Jax.