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I HAVE to post this here too...y'all selfshippers are so strong and real, tysm....
he ACTUALLY DID THIS IT WASN'T AN ILLUSION
ITS FUCKING BACK!!!! HELL YEAH!!!! NO MORE FANZINES FOR ME!!!!!
POV: the voice actor of the character you love is going to the same convention you are going to but you have have the money to meet them…
I am sobbing yall
the thuds of their shoes echoed on the empty corridors and the hardwood floors of the castle as they were running away from the consequence of their prank.
all of them were panting and laughing, and behind them clicked heels.
"quick, here!" remus whisper and opened the door of the broom closet with only a hand, and him and his friends snuck inside.
the clicking of the heels still reverberated in the emptiness. then it stopped.
"where are thosee rascals?" minerva mcgonagall asked herself aloud, looking around the corridor, hoping to catch the boys that put red hair dye down the pipes which carried water to the dorm rooms in the slytherin dungeons.
peter giggled and sirius covered his mouth with their palm.
"you absolute fuck, keep quiet!" sirius whisper-yelled, a smile on their face.
"oh my god, if we get in trouble one more time she's going to take my badge." james exhaled quickly.
"as if you'd care." remus rolled his eyes.
the clicking of the heels started again and the marauders held their breath as they listened. the sound seemed to drift away.
"sirius, peek out and check if she's still there." peter said quietly, looking at sirius shyly.
they opened the door and peeked outside.
"empty." they said simply and looked behind at their friends, who were still waiting for an answer.
"james, move your fat ass!" remus exclaimed as he tried making his way out of the closet.
"you're the one with the fat ass." james retorted.
james silently screamed as remus kicked him in the shin and made his way out of the closet, helping peter out.
once james realized that his dramatics will not make remus apologize, he straightened his back and looked around.
he held his hand out and the rest of the marauders put their hands over james, smiling slyly to each other.
"mischief managed." they grinned to each other.
It's my birthday
Very cool ik
Context for the first image, it's a bit ventish, so be warned? I never really celebrate my birthday, one of those things that let me know I am older. Growing up the most we would do is get me a cake or go to a restaurant. My dad always worked on my birthdays, so I never see him on these days. I think the last time I got the "candle on cake" thing was when I was 13? My dnd doesn't know this, but he played magic the gathering, and mf my dnd group brings snacks and cupcakes, and I am freaking out a little. Then after we play magic the gathering we get a cupcake, and then they sing happy birthday to me. I always find the birthday song overwhelming, but not this time. It's weird thinking that people care for me?
Anyways, the second image is just random shit of my character. Yes, they are biting cobbs.
When will my husband (Ao3) return from war (is up again)
Do you know theres a cat cafe membership card that belongs to aizawa, that is also offical merch? Like theres a legit card u can get with his handwritten name on it and you can see how many times he went to the cat cafe. He almost filled up the card :D But i think its an event only merch so they dont have it anymore. But it was amazing
Ohhh my goodness, really? I wish I could see it, haha. Ty for letting me know this exists!! 🙏
Your right, time is precious. Nothing you do can get you more time, death is inevitable. All the more reason to live while you can.
Like Gandalf said, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
As I write my Aralas fic I keep trying to come up with ways for Aragorn to become immortal. Even though my fic is set 60+ years before FOTR, and Aragorn won't die in cannon for another 190 years, I am forced to deal with his mortality compared to the elves. 210 years is a VERY long time, but when it is compared to an elf who has already lived over a millennium, it's basically moments.
I've tried to come up with loopholes, like Eru made Tuor immortal, couldn't he do that for Aragorn? Couldn't Legolas sneak him into the undying lands like he did with Gimli in cannon? Aragorn is technically part of Elros's bloodline, so theoretically shouldn't he be able to choose between mortality and immortality like Arwen?
But in the end I keep coming back to the same place. Yes, there are plenty of ways I can make him immortal, but maybe I don't have to. Maybe in the end Aragorn dies and he and Legolas don't get to be together in the undying lands, and maybe that's okay.
When characters constantly cheat death it cheapens it, it takes away its meaning. Aragorn, and the rest of the men for that matter, were given the gift of mortality, a precious, precious gift in the eyes of Eru. Why should he give that up?
Nothing can last forever, not in life and not in fiction. Shouldn't it be enough just to enjoy it while we have it?
March 22, 2023 - March 22, 2024
One year ago to this day, I started writing Green is the Color. I fell in love with Hogwarts Legacy from the moment I played it, and found such a kindred spirit in Ominis that I wanted to honor the character by writing him a fic. Ofc, I didn't expect the fic to be 70 chapters long, but my I poured my entire heart and soul into the work, and I couldn't be happier that I did.
I'll also be posting GITC to Wattpad, one chapter each day.
Happy birthday to GITC. Happy birthday to my fic. Happy birthday to my MC Allegra, the creation of whom inspired me enough to get me out of a creative rut.
Thank you, too, to all the people who read my fic(s). You are always in my memory--I've never stopped thinking about the people who I share this beautiful, amazing fandom with!
I am sobbing! Good for them!!!
Congrats Jenna and Julien!
PLEASE,, I LOVE THIS, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH JDJDKDKWKDKCKDMCISKDKD
The Costume Party
Inspired by the lovely Sova and Breach art in Elsa and Anna’s dresses by @cythanadiel. This story would probably be better with a Halloween theme but here we are in June :p
Sova loses a bet to Jett and is showing up the to a costume party as something that does not fill him with joy. Still, a bet is a bet, and at least he’s not alone. Plus, he’s been promised something else, so… (might also add a second part that fits in the smut AU series I have ongoing)
~1k words under the keep reading. No editing so fingers crossed there’s nothing super embarrassing lol
“Remind me again why you agreed to this?”
For what it was worth, this was a beautiful dress, and well tailored to his body. Sova looked over his shoulder at Breach, who was knitting his brows as he was carefully zipping up the back. He already did the reveal from the bathroom when he asked for Breach to help him out with the zipper. That meant that he already fended off Breach’s jokes and lust in the form of heavy touches and stifled giggles. His content hums in Sova’s ears gave away his smile, even if Sova couldn’t see it from his own face blocking it in the mirror.
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"But they are not the only loved ones that I seek."
Zane gently runs a hand over the photo, proceeds to carry said photo around, and talks to it like she's actually there.
I swear to God Lego Pixal better be okay.
This should be how Zane pictures Pixal's beautiful face!!!