#is one the Writer and one is….nothing?

[nemaliwrites]

anyway i started couch to 5k this year and it’s been so long since ive thought about myself in terms of an identity that now im having a crisis

it’s kind of funny tbh…as someone who’s written daily for the last few years, I still feel weird thinking of myself as a Writer

and now…what is this. am I a Runner? or am I just a person that Enjoys Running? (something I literally did not think was ever possible for me but who knew…sometimes if u try new things you end up liking them..wild)

what is a Real Writer? who does that person look like?

who is Nemali?

[resvarie]

inevitable anders dragon age qifrey wha cover redraw

[concentfortea]

Me to myself: no, you can't write something new, you're supposed to be working on WIP! *gestures to sad WIP in the corner*

Also me: okay, fine, I won't write something new. *starts scrolling on social media* Happy?

[deswhomst]

Dead Gay Dad (& Others) From The 70s

Prompt by @moonyscribe — Marauders microfic — POV Harry Potter — Minor Wolfstar. Implied/Referenced Jegulus, Marylily, Gilderat. Word Count: 1319

Harry Potter had seen countless strange things in his nineteen years of life. From being thrown into a world of magic to becoming their savior, it had felt like nothing could truly surprise him anymore. He was wrong, of course, and he realised that as he held a portrait of four ghosts that stared back at him as if they were still alive.

“Well?” His father prompted from within the wooden frame. “Who are you?”

Harry was genuinely speechless. He had seen his father in Snape’s memories but this was different. James could see him—acknowledge him. He couldn’t be more than sixteen but Harry had never known any version of him. He will take what he gets.

“Prongs,” Remus Lupin tugged at his sleeve, demanding his attention. “He looks like you.”

“Right!” Sirius Black agreed wholeheartedly. “It’s like James with green eyes. And a bit older.”

Peter Pettigrew chimed in with, “Maybe it’s James from the future.”

Sirius snorted. “I wasn’t aware that a person’s eye color changes with age.”

The four of them were gathered around in a secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, it seemed, and there was no one else in the frame. They were all dressed in their Hogwarts uniforms as well. At first, when Harry had wedged the portrait from under Sirius’ old desk while cleaning up Grimmauld Place, he had assumed it was a joke of sorts—something Sirius had left behind to annoy his parents, maybe, but the more he looked at the portrait, the more alive it got.

“I’m—my name is Harry,” he forced himself to say. “How are you … I didn’t know portraits could be made like this?”

James grinned, evidently proud of himself. “We didn’t think it would work!” he told him. “We basically trapped our fifteen year old selves in a portrait—it wouldn’t matter if we were alive or dead. This portrait will always have us at this age.”

“We wanted to give it to someone worthy of it,” Sirius added. “But my mother dearest saw it and confiscated it …”

“You are from the future, though, aren’t you?” Peter questioned.

Harry had to bite down on his tongue hard as he nodded. This man was the reason his parents had died, but Harry could not tell them this. If this is a version of them trapped here in time, a happy version of them, then he had no intentions of ruining it. Not because of a crime not yet committed where they are.

“I’m …” Harry cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

James perked up at that. “Are you related to me, then? I’m James Potter,” he said so casually. “Are you my son?”

Harry has been through his fair share of problems but nothing could quite compare to the amount of pain he was in at this moment.

Yes. I’m your son. Hi, Dad.

“No,” he said. “I’m a bit farther from the future … I have a great great grandfather named James Potter.”

The lie was necessary, Harry thought, to ensure that the four of them didn’t find out what happened to them.

“Wait,” Sirius squinted suspiciously. “Do you know about Voldemort? And the war?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah we read a bit about it … Voldemort died, and the war ended ages ago. Everything’s good here in the future.”

It’s not as if Harry didn’t miss Sirius and Remus, too, but he was too distracted by James to notice anyone else’s presence that well.

“That’s amazing!” Peter grinned. “We have been expecting the worst.”

“Yeah, but it’s years into the future,” Remus reasoned. “Who knows what happened in between.”

“He must know,” Sirius gestured towards Harry.

“Wait, who did I marry?” James asked. “Was it Regulus?”

What?

Sirius groaned. “James, you’re not marrying my stupid brother.”

“But, Padfoot—!”

“No!”

“You’re just jealous that he loves me more,” James poked out his tongue at him.

“Low bar,” snorted Remus.

Harry kept blinking at the portrait. Regulus? Regulus Black? Why would James want …. what …

“Regulus,” Harry repeated. “What about Lily?”

“Lily?” James furrowed his brows. “How do you know about her?”

“Er— the … the frame!” Harry said. “It has—well, there’s Lily written on it … so I thought she’s your girlfriend or something …”

Sirius burst out laughing. “Prongs, mate, you’re pathetic.”

“You’re one to talk,” Peter said, amused. “You’re always wrapped around Moony.”

“It’s Moony,” Sirius winked at Remus, who rolled his eyes affectionately. “And the difference is that he actually likes me back.”

What? What? What the fuck?

“Oh, sod off,” James muttered. “I used to have a crush on Lily but I’m with Regulus now,” he explained to Harry. “Lily is with Mary, too. I love them, we’re all friends so it’s not weird or anything.”

“Regulus isn’t our friend,” Sirius corrected.

“He’s my friend,” said Peter.

“And mine,” added Remus.

Sirius sent them all a nasty glare.

James ruffled his hair. “I’m so confused… I don’t even remember putting Lily’s name on the portrait.”

“Let it go,” Remus said. “You doodled it anywhere you could.”

“I suppose …”

“It’s right here,” Harry said confidently this time. “I’m literally looking at it,” he waved a dismissive hand. “So, you two”— he pointed to Remus and Sirius —“are together?”

“Do you mind?” Remus asked pointedly. “You sound a bit homophobic to me.”

“Doesn’t he?” Peter agreed.

“What?” Harry blinked. “No—no! I’m not … I’m just wondering… I thought you guys are friends.”

Sirius arched a brow. “Do friends do this?”

To Harry’s utter horror, Sirius grabbed Remus’ tie and pulled him into an insanely inappropriate kiss. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus.

“Okay, I think he gets it,” James called out to them. “Stop traumatizing Harry.”

“Why, does two men kissing traumatize you?” Peter asked.

Harry had no response to that. He has been staring at Remus and Sirius, jaw dropped, unable to look away even when the two of them had finally broken apart. He had never, once, considered the possibility of the two of them being more than just friends. Or of his father with Regulus Black. Or his mother with someone called Mary.

“Yes, Harry,” Sirius said. “Are the four us being gay traumatizing to you?”

“N-no!” he instantly defended himself because this was obviously not about that. Harry was more upset at how much of their lives will always remain a mystery to him. “Wait—four of you?” He looked at Peter. “You, too?”

James grinned, nudging his friend playfully. “He’s with this bloke called Gilderoy Lockhart.”

Giledory??? Lockhart??? And Peter???

“Neat,” said Harry, because what the fuck else was he supposed to say to all these insane revelations?

“It is neat,” James nodded. “So is Regulus.”

“Shut up, Prongs,” Sirius hit his shoulder.

“I’m with someone, too,” Harry said directly to James, because he wanted him to know. “Her name is Ginny.”

“Yeah?” James seemed interested. “That’s a sweet name, Harry.”

Harry grinned. “Yes. I think you both would get along!” he said. “She plays Quidditch, and I know you used to as well. She’s a professional.”

“Really?” James matched his smile. “That’s so cool! What position does she play?”

“She’s a Chaser.”

“Like me!”

“Like you,” Harry confirmed. “I play too! I’m a Seeker.”

James laughed fondly. “So you’re like me and Regulus, but opposite.”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “And she’s my best friend’s little sister.”

Remus and Peter snickered.

Sirius passed James and Harry a very unimpressed look. “You Potters have it in your genes to go after your best friend’s little siblings, do you?”

James pursed his lips in amusement. “We do, don’t we, Harry?”

“My best friend wasn’t dramatic at all about it,” Harry added just to tease Sirius a bit. “He gave me his blessings and everything.”

“You see!” James jumped at the opportunity. “Why won’t you give me your blessings too, Padfoot?”

Sirius scowled.

Harry and James both grinned.

[snowcoming]

fanon and canon's obsession with Fucking up dick grayson's left/right shoulder and left/right knee

[tomlivingspace]

oh my god thank you for that fernsong comic

yaaaay im glad u like it. here's another about how i envision the whole "den dad" thing falling apart

[azuree1733]

YJ come back to me please 😭🙏

[minniiaa]

One piece fanfic writers deserve more credit because if we want to write in canon we have to remember 26 years and 1000+ chapters/episodes of content. Like we are in the MINES over here trying to recall minor plot points and side characters from this behemoth of a story.

[fiona-fififi]

Call me homophobic, but I don't actually think it's great representation to stick a complex, dynamic, newly-realized bisexual character permanently with a flat, boring, underdeveloped love interest just because that was the first guy who showed interest.

[queeniehostapasta]

P.O.V he does not have the slightest idea of what “ physical affection” is but he’s trying guys😔😔

[tortured-poet-of-thursday]

writing gay fanfictions to cope with the fact that i feel like smth is wrong with me

[yapperblacksky]

AYYYYYY

THIS FIC HAS TAKEN OVER MY MIND AND I NEEDED TO DRAW HIM

That damn skeleton, i was not planning to get back to tumblr, his existence made me get back

Go check out @teenyagent fic it is GOOD

[suzieloveships]

Unpopular? opinion: inexperient, still learning to be a leader Optimus (Tfone, Tfa) and goofy but caring dad Optimus (G1, Tfe)>>>> no emotion, stoick and serious Optimus

[poisonheiress]

Someone needs to say it: The "Heaven is actually bad" plot line that Hazbin is based around is useless when you spend more then 2 minutes thinking about Vivzie's Hell and her characters.

Besides it being much too early for this idea, the revelation that Heaven or at least the beings running it aren't good people has little to no impact when the people who are being harmed by this are all horrible people. Stay with me here. None of these people are people who were unfairly brought into hell and we are never ever introduced to someone who was either. Why should we care that Heaven is "evil" and blocking redemption when all the sinners in hell we see are the worst of the worst who would have never gotten in even if it was fair.

For the "Heaven is bad" plot line to actually work, you need people who were just one sin away from Heaven, who would've gotten into Heaven if circumstance hadn't forced them down a path that stole it from them. You need characters who aren't comedic villains but land in the middle of morally grey. Those who deserved to be in Heaven but because Heaven refused to consider their circumstances, they were tossed to burn with people much worse than them. Those are the people who should be your main cast cause those are the people who would actually be impacted by Heaven being bad/ Heaven lying.

Angel dust, for all his trauma, was still part of the mafia and likely had killed people before (showing to almost take joy in it). Husk became an overlord and gambled souls, so he had to have had blood on his hands before hell. Alastor is a serial killer, and the list goes on and on. Sure, these characters are (somewhat) interesting, but they don't make for good characters to have when the key plot line is that Heaven is a scam. Even if that fact is true, none of them were ever going to get there in the first place and this is something we also se in every single background sinner shown in Hell too. They were never close to getting there, so why would they or we care that Heaven is bad when all sinners are shown to be horrific people who are at best in the dark grey area of morality.

If you look at it from the "angel's are unfairly killing sinners" route, it still doesn't work. If the angels are killing them, what makes it different then the sinner on sinner violence that hell is full off? Why is them dying by angels this bad thing when they are just as likely if not 10x times more likely to get knifed in the back by other sinners in hell the other 364 days, especially when everyone here apparently is just as horrible as the next person. You cannot condemn the angels for killing demons and then make a joke of out sinners killing each other and never show sinners who doesn't want to kill people. Life either matters or it doesn't and when the main cast doesn't even show a care for life (outside of Charlie's who's entire flaw is her naivety), why should the audience.

On top of that, Vivzie's whole overpopulation aspect and the Heaven plot line would connect better if she actually had people like those I mentioned above, people who stole to survive but got tossed out cause stealing is technically wrong, people who killed another to protect someone else but were still sent to hell because even though they saved that person's life that person wasn't supposed to be saved, people who passively engaged in sins but never really did anything harmful under them. This would add into how Hell is so overpopulated and highlight why its so important that Heaven is evil/ why Charlie's plan isn't just a naive pathetic fever dream.

In the end, Vivzie should have never made Heaven the central plot of this show nor tried to assign this blatant good vs evil to that conflict. Neither her characters nor her writing choices are able to respond to this conflict in a way that will end or even tell the story in a satisfactory manner.

[krisdreemurrs]

mel medarda.... you deserved so much more than to become a league of legends character.

[tanadrin]

the sonic screwdriver is a terrible plot device because how it works and what its limits are is never clearly established. it can do seemingly anything without limit; if it brought people back from the dead it'd be like "sure, ok, whatever." the psychic paper on the other hand is a great plot device, because while it's just as silly, it's limited to doing whatever a small ID-card-sized piece of paper could do, and it's great for random gags.