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liza celebrates ➤ draco malfoy for @akheloides & @mariahiill

join my 2k celebration!

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Magpie 

watercolor painting commission

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i’ve had a long day of running around doing errands and such and i’m just tired, so replies will be coming tomorrow.  hope y’all have a good day/night !!

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“… it is exceptionally lonely, being draco malfoy. i will always be suspected. there is no escaping the past.”

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❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜ bucky to anyone

     bad idea starters | no longer accepting !

“it can’t be any worse than some of the things i’ve had,” loki reasons.  most anything beat the food found in asgard, though, and this combination sounded intriguing at the least.  “it might be the greatest thing you’ll ever eat.  might be the worst.  y’never know until you try it.”

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❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜

     bad idea starters | accepting !

“eh,” loki says as she considers it.  “this isn’t the worst thing i’ve ever done, and i’m not that familiar with midgardian laws but… it’s probably very illegal.”  she grins, her gaze momentarily moving from the lock she’s picking to land on the other girl.  “don’t tell me you might back out now.”

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❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜ ( whichever of your lovelies wants to respond to tony ! )

     bad idea starters | accepting !

he grits his teeth to refrain from insulting the other.  draco knows that that would definitely not help the situation anymore than his complaining is, and it would only serve to further annoy tony.  “i told you that this was a bad idea,” he hadn’t, though he had been thinking it.  “i really don’t know what you were hoping to accomplish by doing… that.”

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❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜ / @ dipper!

     bad idea starters | accepting !

it’s an odd question, one that momentarily brings dipper’s mind to a stop.  the idea sounds like something mabel would do, and if only for that reason alone he can’t find as much fault with it as he maybe normally would.  “you never know until you try it,” is what he says, though he does hope that no one actually tries it.

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bad idea starters.

❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜

❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜

❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜

❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜

❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜

❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜

❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜

❛sooooo, i kind of adopted a puppy.❜

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Gravity Falls

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Young Avengers #15 (2013)

Writer: Kieron Gillen

Artist: Jamie McKelvie

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magicstatis‌:

               He’s bothered. More than that, really. He feels as if he’s losing his mind, throwing himself into his new daily routine to wash away the constant panic gnawing at the back of his heart. His fingers have begun to fidget more restlessly than they normally would, playing with the band around his ring finger constantly, as if that’s his only anchor left to this world. His saving grace, he supposes, is how he is nothing if not an artist at hiding his own emotions. At the very least … throwing himself into work at the psychic and potions storefront helped him pretend he’s being productive. To that end, the familiar sound of the shop’s bell ringing startles him enough he almost uncharacteristically jumps from his skin.

               “You’re early, you know. We aren’t open yet.”  He’d left the door unlocked, so it’s his own fault, but most people who came did so at nightfall  —  though he suspects most are not aware he’s an honest to goodness warlock, anyways. Erasing the tension that had been in his expression, he smiles and swerves around on his heels to face this unexpected visitor, arms raised.  “But never mind it! Do you need something? Incense, potions, a reading? It’s not as if I have anything better to do.”

dipper hadn’t actually noticed the posted hours before he’d pushed the door open.  he didn’t really know what he was doing here, just that he knew some psychics and fortune tellers were real.  maybe talking to one who was hopefully legitimate would help him figure out what was going in rosegrove or if it was anything like gravity falls.

“oh, sorry,” he gets out, taking a step back.  dipper is more than okay with coming back later, once they’ve opened, though the man’s next words stop him from actually leaving.  a quick glance around the shop doesn’t help him in knowing if the other is the real deal or not, and dipper has his guard up.  “a reading?  if you have time,” he replies.  “and maybe you could answer some questions i have?” he asks, a hopeful note to his voice.

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Stephen wasn’t the picnic sort. He wasn’t the social sort, unless necessary. There had been a time when he’d socialised and networked with the best of them, but it wasn’t his natural state of being… and now that there was very little reason to, and far too many questions about the scars and the trembling of his hands… he’d started to hate it.

But he was here tonight, and he wasn’t entirely sure why, except that Tony had mentioned it, and Tony had mentioned possibly volunteering, and some part of him wanted to…

What, show up in a show of solidarity and support? Catch up with someone who was a colleague and maybe starting to be a bit of a friend? Just… get out of his miserable apartment and get some fresh air and meet new people?

And now that he was here, he was hovering on the edges of the picnic, mostly keeping to himself, regretting that decision. The tension was making his hands shake even more, the gloves he was wearing out of place given the warmth of the evening, and he didn’t really know anyone. Really, it was feeling like a waste of his time. 

He turned to leave, and nearly stepped on someone who’d been standing behind him. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “Didn’t see you there.” 

it will be fun, loki had told themself.  you’ll get to meet new people, loki had told themself.  it’s basically a party, loki had told themself.

and they have spoken to a few people, but nobody they’re going to try and remember later.  none of the other residents in this town seem all that interesting, if they’re to be honest with themself.  but staying in their apartment and moping about how they’re not in new york or asgardia - hel, even jotunheim would be preferable at this point - isn’t how they’d ever planned on spending their time.  so a picnic, filled with humans and mortals, it was.

the deity isn’t dressed to blend in - horned diadem on their head, green coat wrapped around them despite the summer heat - but they’ve found that hiding in plain sight works just as well (or so the past hipster viking, movie star, and cosplay comments have told them).  the stereotypical picnic basket and blanket are spread out at their feet, with an assortment of midgardian foods laid out, ready to be eaten.

an eyebrow arches upward at the jostle and subsequent comment, and loki turns a surprised green gaze to him.  “really?  you didn’t see me?  i’m not easy to miss, so either you’re blind or... you meant to bump into me.”  their expression curves into a smile.  “you wanted my attention, is that it?  you have it now, so tell me what it is you really want.”

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classical Gravity Falls

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               and  there  it  was  —  an  apology.     well,  that  was  really  all  she  needed,  considering  she'd  probably  be  just  as  irritated  if  this  happened  to  her  again.     ❛     well,  the  stain’s  definitely  not  coming  out  if  all  you’re  gonna  do  is  dab  at  it  with  napkins,     ❜     she  pointed  out,  gaze  trailing  towards  the  mountain  of  napkins  he’d  used  —  a  decent  but  futile  attempt,  really.     ❛     believe  me,  this  has  happened  to  me  before  and  it’s  a  surprisingly  easy  fix.     we  just  gotta  basically  drench  that  shirt  before  the  stain  actually  sets  in.     ❜

“i wasn’t just dabbing at it,” he says under his breath, a weak attempt to defend his actions.  draco can’t very well just tell her that his solution is very simple - to get out of sight and use magic - and all he’d really wanted in the moment was to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes.  “how will that fix this?”  the solution sounds too good to be true, and draco can’t bring himself to believe it.

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mournfulled‌:

veronica hardly cares about the spill or ( if she’s being honestly ) anything else happening around her.  there’s been a strange feeling settling in her stomach for days, and that is her main concern.  veronica worries about veronica and hardly anyone else.  of course, she can’t help but stare when someone else comes into misfortune.  it makes her day a little easier, giving her something to think about when she inevitably comes in contact with something less than satisfactory.  “first of all,” she begins, brow quirked upward, “chill out.�� it’s not my fault you went all clumsy.”

he knows his anger is more than a little misdirected, but draco’s felt on edge since he’d woken up, and having his tea spill all over him certainly hadn’t helped to cheer him up.  but he’s not about to spill his whole life’s story to a stranger, especially not one that’s just staring at him.  it makes his skin crawl, and his eyes dart down to his arm to make sure the dark mark is covered, even though it would likely hold no meaning to any muggles.  “it’s not your fault,” he agrees coldly, “but unless you’re going to help, you should direct your gaze somewhere else.”