#THIS MADE ME SO EXCITED

[fictoculus]

Hello !! Your fics are so good and your writing is very blessed!!! <3 I'd love to be your mutual, if that's good?

HIIIII !! omg absolutely i'd love to be yours too thanks so much for asking !!!!!!

your writing is amazingggg btw i love diluc smmm <33

ps. i alsooo have writer's block rn (┬┬﹏┬┬) hope you break out of it soon !

[theresthesnitch]

Been thinking about the last snippet from One Last Time (Never Enough) and...

I totally understand why she wouldn't tell everyone the truth right away. She's lived in hiding for who knows how long, and from what I've gathered, the war has just ended so she's still getting adjusted to this different life.

It must feel overwhelming to get back to 'normal', and on top of that I think she's very protective of Harry (and rightly so) and she's so used to him being a secret that she still doesn't trust other people with this information.

Gosh, I can only imagine her horror when she fully realised the consequences of Peter's betrayal. It proved that she was right in not telling James back then... And this further strengthens her belief that Harry was in danger, and it doesn't certainly make her more trusting of the world she's been shielded from for so long.

Yes, she probably wants to keep Harry away from the dangers of the real world but she's also not sure how Harry would react to all of this, and as much as she loves James, Harry is her priority now. She has to handle this carefully.

James, on the other hand, has waited for her all these years, his love has never waned. To see that she's moved on shook him to the core and probably feels like another betrayal from someone he loved: Peter's betrayal was very important in the context of the war, but there's nothing quite like the pain of a broken heart. While he was risking his life for her, she had left him in the past.

I can see why he refuses to confront her, because it's one thing to see she's moved on, but to hear those words coming from her mouth is infinitely worse, and he would never recover. It would be the final nail in the coffin.

That, and he's also incredibly stubborn and arrogant to the point of being stupid lol he believes that there's no other plausible explanation for Lily having a kid.

Sorry for my little rant, but the fic has been on my mind a lot these past few days and these thoughts needed to come out.

Thank you for sharing your writing with us, it's truly a gift ❤️

I hope life treats you well xx

I adore you so much. I can't tell you how excited it made me to receive this. You're spending this much time thinking about my little fic that I haven't even posted yet? Love SO much love.

You've hit James exactly. I couldn't have said it better. He's spent all this time fighting for her and wanting her and thinking about how coming back home to her when this is all over will be... and the first thing he hears is that she's got a kid, and he just... doesn't react well.

Lily though, you're very close, but I think there's another piece to it yet that no one has really hit on yet. Instead of me trying to explain, how about I let Lily tell you? This snippet is after Mary gets home from the pub. There's a bit more at the pub scene, when James comes back to the table, but this is pretty quick after.

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Lily heard the door close, but she waited on the couch, sipping her glass of red wine. It was her second, both poured some time after Harry finally fell asleep. The first one she downed fairly quickly. The second she sipped slowly, trying to erase the unreadable look on James’s face that was glued to the back of her eyelids. Each time she blinked, the look changed to anger or to sadness or to hurt, but she couldn’t nail down a single theory. 

Mary walked into the room, grabbing the glass out of Lily’s hand and taking a sip. “You didn’t tell him.” 

Lily grabbed her glass back and drained it, then poured a third glass. “Nope.” 

“You should.” 

Lily let out a harsh laugh. “When? Should I have shouted it at his back as he ran away from me?”

Mary sat next to her on the couch, a hand on her knee. “He tried to ask me about him.”

“What did you say?” Lily didn’t look at her friend, but stared ahead into the blank darkness in front of them. 

“Nothing. It’s not my story to tell.” Mary grabbed the glass again, and took another long drink. “You should though. He has a right to know, and Harry has a right to know his father.” 

“I know. I’ll tell him eventually.” Lily grabbed the glass back. 

“Eventually? Why don’t I like the sound of that?”

Lily drank down half the glass again, pressing her fingers to her lips as she swallowed down the heady liquid and her own emotions. “Probably because you won’t.” 

Mary sighed, grabbing the glass again. “Lily, I know it won’t be easy—”

Lily scoffed. “Easy? You think this is about it being difficult to say? I mean, bloody hell, of course it’s going to be hard to say, but I’ve had 5 years to think about how to say it. It’s not that.” Lily reached up over her head, and pulled out the clip holding her hair up in the artful updo that she spent far too long working on just to have James avoid looking at her. “I meant what I said tonight. I have loved him every day since we parted, and I hoped he loved me too. Loved me for me rather than because I’m the mother of his son. I just—” the words came out at a choked gasp, and Lily covered her lips once more. “I just need to know that he would still choose me. I need him to love me.” 

The tears were flowing down her cheeks, and she couldn’t really say when exactly they started, but she could do nothing to stop them. Mary wrapped her arms around Lily as sobs started to shake her shoulders. Lily melted against her, once again taking comfort in her friend’s arms when James seemed so far away, by miles or by years.

“It’s okay, Lily.” Mary smoothed her hair down, a comforting gesture that she had used several times in their time alone. “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out together.” 

“I’ll tell him. I promise, I will.” 

Mary kissed her forehead, and settled back onto the couch with Lily in her arms. “I know you will. Just don’t wait too long.”

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

armpit tag may be your second most important classification category

YOU WON THE PRIZE FOR SENDING ME A YEARLY ARMPIT ASK I LOVE YOU i thought no one will send this to me this year!!

this is like. zero irony, zero sarcasm (im just clarifying okay!!)

i started this tag in... 2017 i think? and i SWEAR every year since someone sends me an ask about it and im collecting them

god bless you guys <3

[james-p-sullivan]

the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????

i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.

so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.

[bixels]

Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!

[uncanny-tranny]

Little things adults and older people can do to help younger people and children feel included, safe, and respected as an equal individual:

Ask before touching the young person - even for hugs. Ask before you take pictures of them, and let them see photographs of them before they are printed or sent to others (even family).

Apologize when you are wrong

Ask for a young persons thoughts on a subject, then engage with them after they have spoken

Demonstrate behaviour you want to see from them (see: apologizing). Say "excuse me," say "thank you," say "please" to them

Validate their feelings, even if they don't know how to express them just yet

Remember that this is the first time they've been alive, and that you've had way longer to "figure it out"

These are some things I wish other adults remembered when engaging with young folks. We so often forget what childhood felt like and how unfair it all was because we were often awarded freedoms as adults that we never had as children. These kids are equal to adults, and they deserve the same courtesy, respect, kindness, and understanding we give to other adults.

[brother-emperors]

something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.

it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.

and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.

edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.

Perseus, Daniel Ogden

Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet

[ducksbeloved]

yeah okay fantasy rachel berry

[carrinth]

UTOOB ADVERT BLOCKAGE

I don't know who might want to know this... but U Toobe is being a butt and has denied me vids unless I take down mine blockade of advertisement. >:(

I say NAY. Instead this is the workaround I'm using.

Steps on how to do that:

[dailyzagreus]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lucyllawless]

[vanwizard]

okay i will admit i enjoyed these three in the like. one scene they were actually all on screen together.

sofia voice shut up and get the fuck out goncharov, i’m gonna fuck your wife now.

[acandlesflame]

team rwby in my style ^_^ 🌹❄️🐈‍⬛🔥

[abstractfrog]

SILVER BLAZE PART THREE - happy jonkday everyone. one of these days i'll draw a scene that doesn't take place at night

[myreitha]

More gold painted things - this time some shoes a friend asked me if I could jazz up for him :)

As usual, the paint is Jacquard Lumiere Metallic paint in the color 552 Bright Gold!

Image description in alt (If it's best to do an ID in text here too, please let me know!)

[woozi]

LALALI SEVENTEEN (HIP HOP UNIT)