#this is very late ik

[nikkiruncks]

It’s been decent so far what about yours

Mine was good! Got to go to a friend's house!

[journey-to-the-attic]

"am i really that old?" lucifer wonders on the train later

(you've probably seen them already but references taken from this post + the original tweet)

-> the follow-up

[noxious-fennec]

Tunisian miku 🇹🇳👍

[artist-rat]

I feel your breath upon my neck / a soft caress as cold as death

[t1oui]

@jegulus-microfic | may 3rd: rush | 727 words

“Do I look alright?” James asks for the hundredth time. His voice sounds funny. “Merlin, do I sound alright? What am I even supposed to say?”

Sirius marches over to him, forcefully grabbing his shoulders and turning him around, away from the mirror.

“You say nice things,” he says sternly. “Because he is my baby brother.”

Sirius has been very supportive, James thinks.

“Right,” he agrees. His voice sounds a bit better now. Sirius nods.

“Don’t worry, Prongs,” Remus says, wandering over from his desk by the windows. “He’s crazy about you already.”

Sirius punches him in the arm. “My baby brother,” he says, an aggressive reminder. Remus holds his hands up in surrender. He turns back to James, waving his wand to cast a tempus. “Best get going,” he says. “You don’t want to be late.”

James checks the time: 10:53. Fuck. He’s supposed to be in the entrance hall by 11.

“Fuck,” he says out loud. Remus snorts. Sirius narrows his eyes.

“You better make this good, Potter,” he almost snarls. Remus places a hand on his shoulder to calm him. Peter rolls his eyes. He’s behind them, so only James can see.

“Bye,” James calls. It’s still warm enough out that he doesn’t need a coat. A little chilly, sure, but James has always run warm. He knocks on one of the wooden columns of Peter’s four-poster. “Bye, Pete.”

“Good luck, Prongs,” he replies, not looking up from his book.

James flies down the stairs and careens into the common room. He’s halfway to the portrait hole when someone grabs him for the second time today. He whirls around to find Lily smiling up at him, one hand on his shoulder and the other holding a pink rose.

“James,” she says softly. “Hey. Calm down.” She holds out the rose, and he takes it hesitantly. “Dora brought me a bouquet the other day,” she explains. “Thought you might want one?”

James stares at her for a moment. Then he nods. “Thank you, Lils.”

She waves him off, stepping away. “Don’t mention it,” she says. She nods to the portrait hole. “I’d get going if I were you.”

He nods, shouting one last thanks over his shoulder as he steps out. Lily shakes her head with a smile, heading back to her room.

James is going so fast that he nearly falls through a trick step. He stumbles, shakes it off, and continues running through the castle. He trips over a group of first years playing exploding snap on a landing. “Sorry!” he calls over his shoulder. The first years watch him with bewildered, confused expressions before going back to their game.

James steps into an alcove once he’s reached the bottom of the stairs, casting a tempus. 10:59. He has one minute. He flattens down his hair and regulates his breathing as much as he can before finally putting on a smile and stepping out. He spots Regulus almost immediately, standing in the entrance hall right where they agreed to meet. He’s got a book in one hand. As James approaches, he looks up from an expensive-looking watch, aristocratic features spreading into a warm smile.

“Right on time,” he says. James stutters to a stop taking him in. Regulus is wearing a dark blue button-up over black slacks and boots. His hair is neatly parted in the middle, pushing his short curls to either side of his face, hanging over his ears. He cocks his head to one side. “Are you alright?”

And it’s those three words, the way Regulus’s mouth moves around them, that inspire James to rush forward, closing the distance between them by swooping Regulus into a hug and pressing a kiss to his temple. Regulus laughs, tossing his arms around James’s shoulders. His laugh is so beautiful.

“Jamie,” he snorts. James presses their foreheads together and stares into Regulus’s eyes. They’re the color of clouds on a winter day. James could get lost in them. Regulus smiles at him. “This is a bit of a strong reaction for a first date, don’t you think?” he asks softly. James thinks. Thinks about the months of wanting, of loving, of needing. Thinks about Sirius gagging as loudly as possible when he kissed Regulus on Platform 9 ¾. James grins.

“No,” he says. “I don’t think.”

Regulus snorts, and James kisses his smile.

[radianites]

"phew, you almost got caught in that."

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

consider: scout tf2 but with a cane instead of a bat. good at running but can't stand still for very long because legs ouchie

giving this to you because you are the only tf2 artist who is cool about disability and it makes me so extremely happy and i am so glad you exist

bestie, you are on some BIG BRAIN shit rn, holy crap. I especially approve of this idea because I also don't feel my knee pain until I'm standing still (for some reason??) And the bat/cane combo is peak brain fr, multi-use mobility aids my beloved <3

ANYWAYS, have this neat little tf2 cane user doodles I whipped up <3

You guys can send me more mobility aid hedcanons for the mercs if u want!! I'd love to hear more, or even just design ideas for weaponized mobility aids >:) or how the mercs would personalize their stuff. ALTHO take everything I say with a grain of salt because other than some chronic joint pain I don't actually use any mobility aids :')

[bythepen98]

Zutara || Sleepy Zuko snuggling a very indulgent Katara ❤️️💙

kofi ⭐https://tinyurl.com/2p99f6ba

[echooefrost]

uh-oh Who gave Hyde a scythe?!

Do not fear, the sickles aren't gone! I just wanted to draw him with a big ass Scythe. Orignally I did not intend to do a background but things happen and I think it actually looks pretty good ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I haven't drawn a proper illustration in a while so I'm sorry, but I promise I have something to do with the au coming very soon! In the meantime, take this while you wait

I noticed there's a lot of new people in the fandom (Hallo!) so if you don't know what this is refer to my orignal post here

[junotter]

I wasn't sure which version i liked so have bothhhhh woahh

[synthshenanigans]

PHOTOS OF THE THING THAT TOOK WAY TOO DAMN LONG TO GATHER WHILE I WAS AT WORK

ALSO UPDATED THE GOOGLE DOC WITH LIKE 20+ PHOTOS GO LOOK AT IT

2 more down below but warning for fake blood!!

[miilkyrolls]

pov: Gabriel

[catgirlkirigiri]

The nature of the warrior cats fandom is that every so often we accidentally reinvent Jayfeather x stick

[junos-cacophony]

my og post/thread

(Mesmerizer, ya say?)

@dw-art-daily

[alto-tries]

i got emotional over a minecraft egg and made this help

[detectivehole]

the vilification online and in media of the idea that someone may have grown up even middle class confuses me bc as someone who grew up poor and would like a child one day is that sort of environment not the goal as a parent? where all their needs are met and you are secure? the issue with kids who grew up solidly middle class is not their comparatively small amount of family wealth but their attitude, and how they rank themselves against their less fortunate peers- which i think reflects more on the quality of their parents, and the system and culture they were raised, than the Effects of a Mid Sized House. this isnt to say shorthand trope-y villains that come from doctor parents or w/e are bad or unfair bc theyre not. lol. and there is truth to the stereotype, i have experienced plenty of it first hand. many upper middle class brats are annoying af- its not That deep all the time. i just think its worth thinking about, and i wonder if its part of the deliberate cultural manipulation by the ultra rich to try and pit us against those who should be our allies. like, eat the rich really isnt for dentists, we all know that, and yet...?