#i don’t like this at all

[crosshairslongasslegs]

oh man this made me feel so many things

[lewisinho]

actually feeling somewhat unwell

[thewiglesswonder]

[luisjuanmilton]

Perez should be halfway to Qatar by now what do you MEAN he’s getting back into the car…

[candyflavoredwishes]

im kinda scared right now

i see so much stuff now about trans peoples rights and all the confusing stuff with that

and how in florida drag is seen as a sex crime against children which is punishable by death

and in missouri with the stupid AG making that thing for trans ppl having to have 3 years of documented gender dysphoria to get gender affirming care

i thought things were getting better

i thought we were finally able to have our own equal rights to everyone else

im scared now

im scared everything is going to go back to when lgbtqia+ ppl have no rights at all

it looks that way to me

i shouldn’t be scared

i am a child

i should be worrying about my cat not gaining weight and my math grades

i shouldn’t be worried about if i’m going to be able to live how i want without hurting anyone

im just a non-binary lesbian who wants to be happy

i want everyone to be happy and love/live equally

but i’m scared of even talking at the dinner table about any of this because i will not be accepted

ok rant over im sorry that was a long post

[res-black]

i wrote a really random thing

so there is alot wrong with this piece of writing. i didn’t cheak it so there probably a million spelling and grammar mistakes, i wrote it at 11 at night and i woke up way to early this morning, i rushed the ending and don’t like it, i left everything in lower case, and so on so forth.

also the layout is weird because i transferee it from notes to tumblr.

i don’t like it so i might rewrite it later but idk i thought i’d post it anyway.

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james felt it first. he was the first one through, past the worries of life. he was at peace. he may have died young but he diesd protecting his family. lily and harry would be alright. he looked down and got his breathing back in control.

in out, in out

he was ok. lily and harry would be alright. he smiled a little, knowing that he protected his family made him happy.

“james.”

james recognised that voice. he looked up and inhaled. Regulus. his first boyfriend, his first real love, standing in all his glory. a still 18 year old regulus. james smiled slightly and regulus looked back at him with a sad smile. james took a step forward right into regulus’s cool arms. they embraced like they did all those years ago. james missed it, he missed this, being able to hug regulus.

james still remembers the night he got the news. he had told regulus not to do anything stupid, and regulus promised he wouldn’t. he promised he would come back.

“i promise jamie. i’ll be fine. you just need to trust me and let me go. let me do what i need to. please jamie, love, please,”

but regulus did what he wanted as alsways. so god damn ambitious. he thought he was invincible, thought he would survive.

james remembers waiting weeks, months for any word that regulus was ok. but life went on, the world kept rotating, the war continued. he was so caught up in the war and fighting, but regulus was always at the back of his mind. his eyes, his touch. as the fourth month rolled around james was beginner to really get worried. his fighting was getting sloppy, and people noticed. he remember very clearly that he didn’t want to give up, he didn’t want to believe that he might not be alive. he would keep believing that regulus was alive until he had solid proof that he wasn’t. he hoped with all he was that it wouldn’t come to that.

then a night came late in april. james had come home from a meeting and just wanted to fall asleep. he had gotten changed and was ready to sleep when the phone rang down stairs. the sun had set hours before and it was probably well past midnight, who on earth would be calling him. he picked up his wand just in case he needed to be called out. that happened quite often nowadays. when he got to the phone he didn’t expect to hear sirius on the other side. it was strange, he had seen sirius just before at the meeting.

“james?” sirius was breathing unevenly. he never breathed unevenly. something was seriously wrong. james was getting more worried by every rugged breathe he took.

“yeah mate, what’s wrong?” james was confused, what was going on? he needed sirius to talk to him. god, hopefully something didn’t happen to remus. james heard sirius take a few breaths.

“ its, god i’m sorry james, regulus, he’s, hes not,” sirius trailed off, hiccuping every so often. but that was all james needed to know. regulus. his regulus. the boy he spent countless nights lying next to, sharing small touches and secret words. he was gone. the walls were caving in. he couldn’t breath. he’s going to suffocate. he needs air. he needs to get out of here. regulus. he was gone.

“james, james can you hear me?” sirius’s voice was small. he sound like regulus.

“no,” james said. his voice was small, barly auidible. his eyes were clouded over with tears making it even harder to see.

“ i’m sorry, i walked past the tapestry, i normally try to avoided but i just needed to see it. and his name, his photo, it was grey james,” james doesn’t even know if he can actually hear the words, if he’s actually registering what sirius is saying to him.

“hes dead, james,” that’s all it took for the tears to fall, thick hot tears fell down james face for the first time since he lost his parent. but when that happened, regulus was there. james fell against the wall and slid down it, falling to his knees.

“i’m coming over, james, is the door unlocked?” sirius asked quietly. james wanted to answer he really did. he tried to say yea but it came out a wimpered hum. sirius hung up the phone and james stayed there, leaning against the wall, phone in his had and tears falling fast down his face.

about ten minutes later he heard the door open. he heard steps but didn’t bother look up. he was still lying against the wall. his back hurt and his eyes hurt and his heart hurt and everything was hurting. it felt like he was being ripped to shreds. sisius walked in and run down to james envoloping him in a hug. and they just sat there, james crying because he just lost everything and sirius just holding him. holding him so tight so that he might not fall to pieces right there. that’s how they spent the rest of who knows how long. james and sirius crying together in the floor of james’s living room.

regulus’s hug is so similar to sirius’s that same night. holding him so tight so he won’t break, but also fragile like he was a piece of tissue paper.

“i’m sorry,” regulus wispered to james.

“ i’m sorry too, reg.”

it was ok, lily was ok, harry was ok, regulus was ok, hw was ok.

he pulled back from regulus and just looked at him. they smiled sadly at each other.

“james.”

james half expected marlene to be there, so when he turned around and saw lily, the world stopped. her hair was in a messy bun like it had been when he last saw her. she had silent years rolling down her face. he looked at her in shook. she wasn’t supposed to be here. she wasn’t supposed to die. she walked forward into james arms and he only just heard the small word she whispered.

“harry,”

so they waited, lilly in james arms and regulus a few steps away. they waited for there son to be killed. they waited a long time but harry didn’t come. lily pulled away from james. she looked directly at him with her tear streaked face. a whole conversation passed between there eyes and the both knew. they knew harry was alone. harry’s parents were dead.

harry was alone in the world.

[vickidemongirl]

[minamotosousuke]

[huggybug]

flames fans rn

[aristoteliancomplacency]

Guys.

Y’all.

I…

I just. I just… i have discovered something. And I have laughed too much. I have laughed every time I have tried to explain it to someone. I cannot get through this.

Look. Okay.

There are two things you need to know, here.

First: There’s a style of Greek pottery that was popular during the Hellenic period, for which most of the surviving examples are from southern Italy. We call them ‘fish plates’ because, well, they’re plates, and they’re decorated with fish (and other marine life).

Like this one, currently in the Met:

Or this one, currently in the Cleveland Museum of Art:

They’re very cool. We’re not 100% sure what they were for, because most of the surviving ones were found as grave goods, but that’s a different post.

The second thing you need to know is that when we (Classics/archaeology/whatever as a discipline) have a collection of artefacts, like vases, sculptures, paintings, etc. and we do not know the name of the artist, but we’re pretty sure one artist made X, Y and Z artefacts, we come up with a name for that artist. There are a whole bunch of things that could be the source for the name, e.g. where we found most of their work (The Dipylon Master) or the potter with whom they worked (the Amasis Painter), a favourite theme (The Athena Painter), the Museum that ended up with the most famous thing they did (The Berlin Painter) or a notable aspect of their style. Like, say, The Eyebrow Painter.

Guess what kind of pottery the Eyebrow Painter made?

[areyouscaredyet]

im not particularly religious but i think it’s very cute that Trans Day of Visibility and Easter are on the same day this year :)

its no question that something like this could be triggering or upsetting to a number of queer ppl given the current sociopolitical climate, so i want everyone to remember that u are loved! Regardless of what u or others believe, there are ppl who will love and support you always. Give yourself patience and treat yourself with care!!!

happy and peaceful TDOV everyone!! And Easter to those who celebrate :D

[eatyourdamnpears]

I’ve been in such a funk since the concert. I’m not even sure I enjoyed myself that much. maybe I did. I don’t know

[henwy-cway]

accidentally left my house without a mask for the first time in a long time and i feel deeply uncomfortable

[greykolla-art]

Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”

Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”

[spacebell]

I bought a diva cup a while ago and I’ve tried to use it a couple of times but it feels a bit uncomfortable, but I know right now it would feel so much better than actually feeling the blood coming out into the pad. And I have tried tampons once or twice but that feels even worse

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton into the FNAF-verse