#this one is such a mess

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mom, i'm tired, can i sleep at your house tonight? mom, is it alright if i stay for a year or two? mom, i'll be quiet, it would be just to sleep at night.

sirius is walburga's favorite child. when he is born, he is her favorite thing in the entire world. walburga holds the heir to the house of black, just hours old, who almost killed her as he tore his way out of her, and thinks mine, mine, mine. she spoils him with affection, never lets anyone hold him besides her. sirius is the one thing she has done right: she has made a son, and he is hers. she loves to dress him, loves to rock him to sleep, loves even to hear him cry because this thing needs her. she is needed. she is necessary. unconditionally, she is loved.

toddler sirius is obsessed with his mother-- hides in her skirts, screams every time she leaves the room. walburga absolutely revels in this attention. nothing has ever loved her this much before. he does whatever she wants, goes wherever she says, wears whatever she puts on him. he is infatuated with her, she can do no wrong in her eyes, and she wants him to stay this way. she cries at the signs of his aging: his growing hair, the teeth poking through his gums, the way he starts to waddle around the house. he can't grow. he can't change. walburga wants him to be small forever.

she hits him for the first time when he's four. because sirius has always done what he is told, he has always obeyed his mother, and then all of the sudden he's having fits and doesn't want to be touched. walburga doesn't understand, can't comprehend that he wasn't always going to be her little doll. for so long, he has still been a piece of her, and now he's developing his own mind and personality. he is becoming his own little person, and walburga feels herself fill with rage at the thought of that, because he is hers. he is a block of hardening clay, and walburga wants to be able to keep molding him forever.

and sirius tries. tries to make his mother happy, tries to play the part of a doll. he doesn't understand why his mother doesn't want to hold him anymore, why she looks at him with such abhorrence, sometimes. he wants to stop, knows that it's his fault she's acting this way, but he doesn't know how to. he doesn't know what he's doing wrong. he doesn't know what about himself to change.

and then sirius is sorted into gryffindor, and that's-- well, it's not right. it is not what he is supposed to have done. sirius, eleven and away from his mother for the first time, cries. he goes to dumbledore every day, begs to be put into slytherin. there's been a mistake. this isn't right. he listens to every howler he gets from his mother and wishes he could figure out what is wrong with him, so that he can fix it. he wants his mother to be happy. he wants to be loved again. much too late, he wants to be a piece of her again.

too late, because walburga begins to resent him, once he's sorted, once she realises he is an independent person that she is no longer able to control. he won't do everything she says, he will find people he loves more than her, he won't spend every waking moment with her. he's supposed to hate school, and yet he comes home babbling about how much fun he's had. sirius, who she made, who she nurtured, who is hers, enjoys his time away from his mother. walburga can tell, can see it in his eyes that he's done things she would disapprove of. sirius spends that entire summer after first year trying to be perfect, trying to win her affections back, but it is never enough.

sirius tries, and tries, and tries, and then he gives up. somewhere between his three missing fingernails and two broken ribs, he stops trying. his mother hates him, and he still doesn't quite know why. he really, really wishes this resignation makes it easier to leave. it doesn't. sirius packs his bags and lets them wait under his bed for several months. there are still days when he wants his mother.

they blame her, after he leaves. walburga black, who raised a rotten boy, who was never tough enough on him, who should have done better. they will never know how hard she tried, how desperately she tried to force him to change, how hard she cried when he left. even after he's gone, he is hers, hers, hers: her greatest love, her biggest failure.

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congratulations, staticor. you've made it to friday.

it's time for some warframe talking.

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historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[mammalidentifier]

Well, that’s length-wise rather than height-wise, but yes! That would be the giant river otter (Pteronura brasiliensis), fellow countrymen of mine!

In fact, saying they’re 170 cm (5’7”) from head to tail is lowballing it a little. Some individuals as long as 180 cm (5’11”) have been recorded! Which is longer than I am tall 😔

You might have noticed that giant otters have a bit of a big cat-like look about themselves. That’s the origin of their name in Brazilian Portuguese, ariranha, which is a term from the Tupi-Guarani language and means “river jaguar”. And, just like ground jaguars, giant otters are apex predators as well: they mainly eat fish, but will hunt anything from snakes, turtles and even small caimans if given the opportunity!

Besides their size, giant otters have other traits that set them apart from their smaller cousins. For one, unlike most mustelids, they’re social animals who live in familial groups of up to twenty individuals, which whom they communicate constantly through a variety of different noises. Also, unlike other species of otter, whose tails are thick at the base and pointy at the end, giant otters’ tails also start out with a thick base, but they end up flat, which helps propel them through the water. The interesting thing about it, however, it’s that it’s not flat in an horizontal way, like the tails of other semiaquatic mammals such as beavers and platypuses. It’s flat vertically, not unlike the tail of a newt!

Source of the 2nd image: @resgateariranha on Instagram

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Cassidy only likes ONE Afton in FNAF..

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Time to cook 🫓

Commissioned by oceanchairsky, thank you so much! Any artist's dream to get paid to draw their OCs

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Dear children of Priam, were you doomed all along?

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3 years of this godforsaken show

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the 5g mcdonald’s DS waves attacking jirachi

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When your Dad's boyfriend cheats on him with... Santa Claus!?

Merry Christmas Ace Attorney nation!!!!

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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