#do not reblog unless tagged

[dozenrozez]

Si tú me llama' No' vamo' pa' tu casa No' quedamo' en la cama Sin pijama, sin pijama

@r3dblccd

[the-greater-good-1899]

Albus & Grindelwald's First Apartment In Paris

Living room

Kitchen

Dining room

Study

Bathroom

Bedroom

Apothecary/Potions room

@magicblooms

[sykloni]

Dannymay 2023

15. Full Hazmat AU & 23. Rogue Gallery

[edenfenixblogs]

I don’t think most non-Jews understand how disappointed we are in the left right now. How completely abandoned we’ve become. How our contributions to progress for other groups have been erased or disavowed or hidden. How the actual tangible things that Jews have contributed to black rights and civil rights are being ignored. How we’re being told we contribute and have contributed nothing.

How we are being told that the world has been kind to us when it never has. As if my mom didn’t grow up getting called a Kike and getting beat up for being Jewish. How I thought I had friends until I caught them saying “xyz was beautiful until Jews showed up.” How people told me I was pretty “for a Jew.” How I grew up hearing stories about bombs being set off in Israel in buses and markets. How I couldn’t even go two weeks without hearing that and how nobody cared and somehow, every time that happened, the whole world became more hostile to me for some reason.

I just don’t understand. I don’t understand what leftists are doing. Or why. I hate that I have to say—of course, I support a free and self determined Palestine (which I truly do)—in order for you to decide I’m worthy of care and support.

We showed up for you. All of you. And the entire movement is abandoning us at best or targeting us at worst. Celebrating our deaths. Saying we deserved it. How are we supposed to trust you ever again? How are we supposed to feel safe ever again?

A very few select people who are in my life have taken the chance to actually learn about and dismantle their own unconscious antisemitism during this time. And I’m eternally grateful for them. But most people haven’t reached out at all. Most people are still sharing hateful things that could get me hurt and they don’t care. Most people Reblogging my posts are still Jews. Because we are alone. And it sucks. You need to be as loud about antisemitism as you are about Palestine or you’re an antisemite (unless you’re Arab/Muslim/Palestinian—I totally get that these groups are also doing damage control in their own communities just like Jews are).

But we are all in tremendous pain right now.

This moment will pass. And when it does, I will remember how many people let me down. I will remember that when I needed support more than I’ve ever needed it in my life, people fucking vanished. They pretended violence against my people wasn’t happening. They ignored and rewrote the history of Israel to suit their own narratives.

You don’t know what it feels like to be hated this much for opposite things. PoC hate us for being too white. White supremacists hate us for not being white enough. Europeans hate us for being middle eastern. Middle easterners hate us for being western/European. Everyone hates us for being settlers but continually kicks us out of their countries so that we have to settle somewhere else.

I saw a post going around from a Black person who said that the reason he and his fellow black activists go protest for Palestinians instead of fighting antisemitism (as if it’s a binary, which it’s not) is that Jews don’t show up. Muslims and Palestinians do. And honestly? Fuck that guy. Heather Heyer died standing shoulder to shoulder against racism in 2017. [CORRECTION: When I first wrote this post I was under the impression that Heather Heyer was Jewish. I want to correct to avoid spreading misinfo. She was just the first (and incorrect) Jewish civil rights activist I thought of. However there are plenty of other actual Jewish civil rights activists to choose from. If you have reblogged this post from me, please feel free to add a link to the permalink version of this post with my correction to your reblog.]I have devoted substantial time and effort and money that I don’t even get paid a lot of because I don’t get paid a living wage. I have continually reached out to PoC people in my life of all religions to ask how they are doing and what I could be doing to help more—both for them personally and how they would best like me to help their community. I have elevated their voices at every opportunity. And not one person I checked in with has done the same for me or for my community.

And it’s bone chilling. It’s awful. And it’s even worse knowing that when it’s over, people will want to go back to normal. They won’t apologize. They won’t self reflect. They’ll just live their lives, maybe a little more aware of how much they hate us and completely indifferent to the harm they’ve caused us. How disposable they made us feel. And the thing is…it’s not hard for you to know. You just have to ask.

Too many people are cowards. Too many people care about looking good than actually learning something or making the world better. And to those people: you should be ashamed of yourself.

I don’t have any hate in my heart. Truly. Not a drop for any group of people. But I have a tremendous lack of trust that anyone would actually lift a finger to keep me safe.

[byooregard]

Ok so I'm having Thoughts about this that i will probably think about & put in another post later but question time for the citizens of tumblr

(i mean this in like, your miles edgeworths of the world. are you a miles guy or an edgeworth guy) (also this is about when you're Talking about them. i feel like what you call a character if you're writing fanfic from their pov / having another character refer to them it's an entirely different set of considerations) (which i think I'm gonna make a poll about right now)

[aquared]

fenestrated mirror

[sherbetyy]

i’m very desperate for dhmis content so i made some up myself for a potential season 2….. which one would you guys like to see most? (this is real ok poe jelling told me)

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Surprise appearance by me!

How are you? Hope you're doing well. ^w^

Hello drag!! I'm doing okay :'Dc

I've been very very busy as of late honestly xd it sucks but I haven't been updating myself on social media either HHH the stress was getting to me and my studies :')

I've been going out with family and friends a lot more though so that's better! I've been a little too computer obsessed these past few years so the fact it's broken rn is helping me see more people and build a social life lmao xD

Don't get me wrong, absolutely love posting art here, but it's so nice not to worry about being online when exams keep drowning me HHH

hopefully you guys don't mind the long absence cause I might be gone for a while randomly at times and I really can't help it 😔♥️♥️♥️

[littlestarbutters]

Bases I made for some animation I magically have motivation to do

I don't own these ocs it's like a gift animation so yeah casually adds the users they belong too ----> @lazyslimetimereblog @ineedtherapyofc

[dozenrozez]

Are we a drop in the ocean now? Oh, I know that I let you down All along I was searching for something new and I should've been there right next to you

@4fter-hours

[the-greater-good-1899]

Headcanon:

"A son cruelly banished

Despair of the daughter

Return, great avenger

With wings from the water."

The prophecy of the great seer Tycho Dodonus was learned to exist by both Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald sometime before the year 1927. Many believe the prophecy was about the obscurial Credence Barebone, but it was, in fact, referring to Grindelwald's right hand man- Percival Graves. He was high born as the prophecy predicted, whereas Credence was not. He was born to a high, pure blood family when he was still younger, grown up in privelege and wealth as Grindelwald was rising to power. Many assume he was an only child, but no- There was another. A sister equally as beautiful, and they were inseparable at even the worst of times. Grindelwald's ideas, even as someone who grew up in privelege enflamed him in his youth. It was still early in his movement, and not every pure blood family was interested in Grindelwald's ideas. He was exiled from his family tree and cast out when tragedy struck a similar family, at the hand of his own wand. His sister was grief stricken when he was cast from the family tree for his "fanatics", and he reached out to join Grindelwald and gain his trust. Over the years, he has worked his way up into being one of his right hand men.

(partial idea to @magicblooms )

[kylo-wrecked]

what does your blood taste like

🌓 the senator’s son (he melty)

melted dark chocolate: your blood tastes like melted dark chocolate. prominent flavors: mildly sweet, with a refined amount of bitterness.

🌑 the renegade knight (he fancy)

Cabernet Sauvignon: your blood tastes like cabernet sauvignon, a dry red wine. prominent flavors: dark fruits, pepper, and vanilla from oak aging.

🌘 the dice killer (he spicy)

chili oil: your blood tastes like chili oil, a vegetable oil infused with chili peppers. prominent flavors: smoky, savory, and shallots.

🌕 the drifter (he earthy)

borscht: your blood tastes like beetroot borscht, a soup served hot or cold. prominent flavors: earthy, tangy, and sweet.

he also:

tagged by:// @nightmarefuele 🍫

tagging:// @writteninscarlet, @forcenexus / @mnolith / @magikborn, @etoilebleu, @riiese, @ronmanmob, @tangleweave, @itmeanspeace, @ofthestcrs, @positivelybeastly, @protectmypeople, @silverjetsystm, @southern-belle-outcasts, @smolcuriouskitten, @smokinmirrors (ahem), @datapadz, @desireandduty, @godresembled, @hopegained, @lastxdragon, @chromium-siren, @thecreativeforge, @cxpperhead, @cardigansandearlgrey, @valkxrie, @babydxhl, @bewitchingbaker, @birkenzeisig (any), @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo / @ifyoucatchacriminal, @brooklynislandgirl, @mayxthexforce, @madxwonderland, and you!

*feel free to ignore if you’ve done this one already. wanted to update my tag list.

[dragon-tamer-1]

I want to be able to reblog people's art without having to worry about people's negative reactions when it's someone that a majority of people don't like, is that so much to ask?

Why must it be a problem if I like someone's art even if the person believes in something others don't? Why must people treat people like they're bad for liking someone's art and writing when others don't like that person because of their beliefs?

I'm just hanging out and reblogging art and writing that I find enjoyable. In the end that's just what I'm doing when I reblog stuff. Enjoying it. If it's something I don't enjoy/like to see, I just block the tag or, if it's a specific blog that I decided that I didn't enjoy and don't want to see I block that blog as well. Otherwise just vibing. I don't hate anyone that doesn't like someone else of course, but the way people talk about that one person, it's like they think it's the worst possible thing for someone to enjoy that person's art and writing. I just can't hate someone based on that person's beliefs, it just goes against my own personal beliefs, and I can't help that I still enjoy those things.

I try to keep the drama and stuff off my blog cause I'm not about that. And it shouldn't be treated like some kind of crime to still enjoy someone's art/writing/etc just because other people don't like that person, in my opinion.

[guitarmonthly]

i went to log back in on this account on a whim and realized that its been literally almost 10 years since i created it (first post made on the 2nd of march). i would have been 16 when i made this! holy fuck!!

[pcwpatrol]

Facing Fears!

This drabble is for @self-indulgent-paw-patrol’s Paw Patrol Appreciation Week! It will be about Chase confronting his fears surrounding Adventure City, saving Ryder in the process!

This is a drabble of a scene in Paw Patrol: The Movie. Spoilers ahead!

“Ryder!” Chase called over the pounding rain and howling wind, “Ryder?! Where are you?”

He spotted a blinking red light in the distance, telling him that Ryder was over there somewhere- and that he needed to be saved.

“Ryder, I can see your light! Hang on!”

Chase began to run towards the source of the blinking red light, through a tunnel of metal caused by the falling of a tower extension to the top of the building he was on, but suddenly slid to a stop just in time to avoid careening over the edge of the split in the tower with a sharp gasp.

Peering down over the edge in horror, Chase saw a long drop into the street below him. If he were to fall, there would be no chance of survival.

Breathing hard and fast, he slowly backed away from the edge, heart racing, legs shaking.

Chase stopped backing up a couple feet from the edge, taking a deeper breath and shutting his eyes. “I can do this,” he murmured, then repeated, more firmly, “I can do this.”

Then he puffed out his chest, sitting down momentarily. “I can do this!”

He hopped to his feet. “Arf, grappling hook!”

The tool was deployed, shooting out across the large gap. But the wind was too strong, and it swept the hook sideways.

The police pup gasped. “Oh no!”

As he watched it fall, the sound of the grappling hook’s line running out reached his ears; the hook had gotten caught on something!

Chase was thrown onto his side, crying out in terror. “Ah!!”

It pulled him closer and closer to the edge on his belly, and try as he might to get a grip on something, anything, he kept sliding, and fast.

“Ahhhhh-!”

Then Chase was tugged down over the edge.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

But he was still hanging on by his paws!

“Disconnect pup-pack!!” he yelped as his hat blew away in the roaring wind.

The pup-pack was promptly detached from Chase’s back. He watched it fall, breathing heavily in fear and shock, but he did heave himself up and onto the fallen tower’s wall again.

Facing the blinking red light, Chase felt a horrible sense of impending doom for his owner crash over him. He backed away more, cowering further and further away.

“Ryder…”

The shepherd lowered his head, closing his eyes.

Then his master’s words echoed through his ears as he lifted his head once more.

“I chose you because you were the bravest pup I’d ever seen.”

Chase’s fear rapidly began to fade, and, as courage started to rise inside of him, he let out an intense scream, filled to the brim with emotion.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

As he screamed at the top of his lungs, he raced towards the edge, gathered all the energy and strength he had, and leapt.

Time slowed down, but the look of sheer determination and bravery on his face didn’t waver.

When time flashed back to normal, Chase found himself crashing into the other edge, over the gap, and onto the other end of the tower’s split.

He grunted in pain as he did, as he’d landed on his ribs, back legs dangling beneath him.

Chase strained hard for a moment, pulling himself to his paws on solid metal.

“Ryder…?”

Hopefully it wasn’t too late…

Chase rushed towards the light until, jumping onto a big block of broken concrete, he spotted Ryder. The boy was pinned by his legs under a large slab of concrete, but Chase didn’t take note of that right away.

Ryder coughed due to the dust and debris in the air. Chase started towards him. “Ryder?”

Ryder looked up, and a wave of relief came into his eyes. “Chase!” he exclaimed, “I can’t believe you found me!” He pressed the button on his suit to make the flashing light stop.

Chase smiled proudly. “You can always count on me, Ryder.”

There was a meaningful pause between the two, but then a few electrical cords behind Chase sparked, and he gasped, looking back. “C’mon!” he told Ryder, “we gotta get outta here!”

“I can’t, I’m stuck!” Ryder answered, pushing on the slab pinning his legs down. It caused more dust to fall onto him, and he coughed more.

Chase, realizing that Ryder was indeed trapped, jumped up onto the concrete block behind him. “On three, pull as hard as you can!” He readied himself, as did his owner. “One… two… three!”

The police pup gripped Ryder’s shoulder pad in his teeth, tugging as hard as he could; Ryder pushed against the slab with all his strength, too, but Chase fell backwards.

“Agh, it won’t budge!”

Ryder gave him a resigned, sad look.

Chase, in turn, looked at him in desperation.

Then his gaze hardened. “One more try!”

Ryder put his hands on the slab, pushing with everything he had; Chase leapt down beside him and squeezed under the heavy concrete trap. He squared his shoulders and struggled to lift it with his back. “Rrrrrgh-!”

With Ryder’s and Chase’s might combined, Ryder was able to pull his foot free after a few seconds, and Chase jumped out from under the slab just afterwards. It crashed against the ground with a thud.

Both of them were panting, tired, and dirty, but as Chase regained his breath, he heard Ryder say, “you did it!”

Chase smiled. “We did it.”

Ryder knelt down, and Chase accepted his embrace.

“I told you you were a hero,” Ryder said, arms wrapping around his beloved pup. When Chase pulled away, Ryder stood.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

[xhanisai]

I know broadcasters in ML have always been infamous for airing eps out of order no matter how important it is to see said episodes in chronological order but that isn’t my issue.

It’s the fans.

The fans that don’t tag and the social sites that recommend said posts on my dash. I can’t keep avoiding the internet forever and an online presence is important as a digital illustrator too. 

And I’ve mentioned before, ML is an international show. It is mentioned on EVERY socials and sites such as YouTube, Instagram, etc etc.

It’s just really unfair for people who want to watch it all in order without spoilers you know? 

I did everything to avoid ML bible spoilers and I’ve had fucking idiots reblog my posts here with said spoilers or comment the spoilers. Imagine what it’s gonna be like once the new eps air.

So yeah, just be mindful when you’re talking about the new episodes please.