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i couldn’t help myself i think i’m gonna dedicate this account to creating fanart for fandoms i love. i didn’t realize how fun it is to make fanart ||

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now it's Jayce's turn to blush haha oopsie

part 1??

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*taps mic* do…do you guys see my vision?

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Atlas is a much better metaphor for the unpaid labor of women, which has been taken for granted for so long, and without whom society would be in big trouble, if "Atlas shrugged".

But Ayn Rand decided that the metaphorical Atlas in Atlas Shrugged is actually the billionaire capitalists, the least fitting choice.

A much better mythological figure for billionaire capitalists is Tantalus, who wanted to feast with the gods, and got his wish. But when that was not enough for him he stole the gods' ambrosia.

For this he was punished by being placed next to food and water which would always recede from him, leaving his insatiable desires forever unquenched.

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Drarry May Microfics | Day Two: Black

The face of the house is a flat, sooty black. Its door is blood red, its windows shuttered, roof covered in dull green moss. Leave it to Malfoy to hide himself away in this yawning maw of a thing.

Harry keeps the key wrapped as he slides it into the lock. The click is hard and satisfying, the bolts and pins humming with recognition when it turns.

The door opens into a pristine foyer, with curving marble staircase and a large rose window.

A figure appears at the head of the stairs, back lit by the stained glass glow. Harry half-expects a nobleman in a top hat and doublet, but no. He is as he’s always been: fine-boned and arch with a flop of near-white fringe, clad in a rumpled navy jumper.

Behind Harry, the door slams, and the key falls with a clang. Magic settles into place, a coppery tang in the air.

“It won’t let me leave.” His voice sounds creaky, like it hasn’t been used in some time. “It’s been a week. I—”

“Draco.” Harry tries to gentle his words, hide his shock. “It’s been over a year.”

Day One: Key

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The purpose of life is to get really into stories that drive you so crazy you sometimes feel the need to throw up from how much you love them

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Drarry May Microfics | Day One: Key

The key is late seventeenth century: unadorned grey iron, heavier than it should be, with two jagged, foreboding teeth and a plain oval tip. Harry can taste the centuries of spells in the metal. It makes his stomach lurch to look at it head on. He wraps it in a handkerchief and places it back in its box.

“I can give you the name of another spectral investigator, Mr Barnes.”

“He said you’d refuse. He’ll pay triple.”

“My safety is no longer for sale. I’ve a list of alternatives at the reception desk. You can pick it up on your way out.”

“He said it has to be you.”

“Who?”

The whip-thin solicitor hands Harry a scrap of parchment, with a single line of familiar, looping script:

It’s time to return that favor. -DLM

Thank you to @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean for putting these prompts together!

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Just a little sketch

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Fuck with me

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my advice to you is to never waste your time trying to fit into a club or hobby or any community who makes you beg for acceptance and approval just to participate when you could do the alternative—get involved in a niche and endangered hobby run primarily by old people.

i wanted to learn how to hunt ruffed grouse and train bird dogs so i sent an email to my local chapter of the ruffed grouse society explaining that getting into wildlife groups is intimidating to me because I’m trans

and all they saw was that someone under 60 wanted to learn to hunt grouse & several months into my mentorship I was told that like 7 old guys argued over me until they had to pick a number between 1 and 100 to decide who got to personally mentor me.

imagine vying for the acceptance of some gatekeeping weirdos when your mere interest could be inciting verbal combat among retirees

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Sorry you probably get a lot of these asks, but have you considered doing a biggest vintage himbo poll?

lmaooo what qualifies someone as a vintage himbo?

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I hate this guy 🤨

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It's Victoria Day Weekend, which means I talk about That Inevitable Victorian Thing!

"Kate," you may ask, "why is the preview picture the movie poster for Guillermo de Toro masterpiece Pacific Rim?"

That, pocket friends, is a long newsletter length story.

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oh boy i sure do love having tons of trinkets

the nefarious dust particle:

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fake stakeout hater i saw you thoroughly enjoying the company of another man