#i mean im working on it

[kxokiemonster]

“Look at them: dumb and dumber,” Regulus announced with a smile.

”Reg?” Evan called, not believing his own eyes.

Regulus felt like he was breathing after being drowning for too long. He was finally alive. He hadn’t felt like that in two years. Seeing Remus or James had appeased his heart, but seeing his bests friends was a completely new sensation.

Barty and Evan were a part of him. He couldn’t exist without the other two. Regulus didn’t know what being happy was without Evan’s arm around his shoulders and Barty laugh at some stupid joke. He hadn’t known sadness until he saw them crying. And he hadn’t felt death until he opened his eyes after the cave knowing he probably wouldn’t see neither of them again.

But now they were there. His eyes were running up and down both men trying to absorb their appearance which had change quite a bit in the last two years.

It didn’t surprise him when a hex was shot in his direction, dodging it with a move of his wand. The attacks didn’t stop, one after another kept coming in his direction. Regulus knew his friends well enough to see what their next moves were going to be, the only thing that prevented him from dying because not only they were fast, Barty and Evan were really good.

From the corner of his eye he could see Remus and James with a firm grip on their wands but he dismissed them with a gesture of his hand. It was his fight.

He spent a few more minutes in the duel until he saw his opening. “Expelliarmus!” he shouted. 

It was a stupid move. He knew the moment the word spilled from his mouth. Evan was good with wandless magic so he was still capable enough to hurt him and Barty was a force to reckon with.

“You’re going to die,” Barty promised and Regulus didn’t doubt his words for a second.

“Amicus ad aras”

Both Death Eaters stumbled, taken aback. “What did you just say?” Evan hissed, rage taking over his green eyes darkening them.

Regulus bent himself to pick the bottom of his trouser. He hissed when a burning hex got his hand. “Bloody idiots, I’m showing you,” he accused. He rolled the pant leg until his thigh was exposed, thanking his past self for not wearing something skinny. There, just above his right knee rested the words Amicus ad aras in fine lines. “We got them in fourth year after drinking half the cabinet in your dad’s office for my birthday,” he explained, his gaze never leaving Barty.

Evan patted his leg as if the words were directed to his own tattoo. “Barty did them with a rusty needle his mom used to sew with,” Evan chuckled at the memory.

“I’m still not sure how we didn’t get an infection,” Regulus let out half a smile.

“Because I cleaned the needle, you distrustful fuckers,” Barty complained althugh he was smiling

The three of them shared a look for a second before they started moving. Evan was the one who saw him first, but Barty was the one who got to hug him first. Remus, Sirius nor James looked too happy about it, but Regulus could only laugh as Barty almost knocked him with a hug.

Regulus buried his hands on Barty’s clothes, trying to remember every little detail: the smell of his hair, the weight of his hands on his waist, the sound of his laughter. He got about three seconds of a beautiful reunion before feeling the sharp stab of teeth trying to pierce his skin.

“Ow! Ow! He’s biting me! Evan, do something!” he yelled angry, ready to kick Barty, but the brunette was hugging him like an octopus so it was difficult to get rid of him.

James took a step forward, ready to hex Barty. Evan beat him to it, just grabbing Barty by the hair and yanking him until his face was far from Regulus’ neck. The Black touched his neck hesitant, not amused by the sight of blood. Nonetheless, the smile never left his face.

“Cass told me you went crazy. I didn’t know she meant crazy possessive, you little bitch,” he snarked with a smile.

Barty looked at him for a second before starting to laugh like a madman, who made the other two break laughing. The Marauders looked at them concerned, not knowing what to do.

“I told you his whole lot was just crazy,” Sirius murmured to James.

James nodded absently, admiring how Barty had fallen to his knees and was hugging Regulus by the hip, his head just hidden in the stomach of the Black, who was stroking his hair like it was a common occurrence. His eyes, however, were dark and ready to attack if Barty decided to bite him again. 

Evan, meanwhile, had opted to stand as close as he could to Regulus in fear he would disappear in any instant. To that, James could relate.

“Barty hexed four Death Eaters trying to find you. We had a handful of problems asking about you,” Evan started explaining.

“You never told us where you went,” Barty complained when Regulus started telling them his last two years.

“I died. Long story. That’s why I’ve come back. What I did worked and now I need your help”

Barty stood up quickly, frowning. “What are we going to do?”

“We are going to hex some more people, starting with the people that killed the McKinnons. After that,” he looked directly at Barty, a smile dancing on his lips, “you are going to become daddy’s perfect boy and get a job with him”

“You better be joking,” Barty sighed.

“I wish, But believe me, you are going to like where this ends”

[lupucs]

Undyne tries to be a good lab partner to Alphys but then Frisk shows up with some newfound skills 🐟🦖 Made with Blender!

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[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

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Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

[aliosne]

Saw a post about working class butches in physical labour jobs and wanted to make my own, so: I love you butches who do childcare or early education. I love you butch nurses. I love you butch house cleaners and janitorial staff. I love you service industry butches. I love you butches who do sex work. I love you working class butches who do “feminine” jobs you are cool as hell

[squeakadeeks]

hello cookierun nation here are all of the cookie cosplays i humbly offer to ye that ive done so far. love those lil dudes

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[lazycranberrydoodles]

everybody go home. this is my magnum opus

[francy-sketches]

cringe ass family ❤

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x dc AU - If the Internation Space Station orbits the Earth 16 times a day, then so does the Watchtower.

Danny’s on track to move out of his parent’s house and move to Gotham for college (He swears that Sam bribed the board to let him in- and she wasn’t even going to that university!) but the dorms don’t open for another three days and he cannot wait to escape. Seeing his parents try to perfect yet another weapon to use against him while he changed out the ecto filters on the portal was too much. He’s completely over the idea of staying when he already has everything packed and ready to go.

The solution? Take all his boxes into his haunt in the Ghost Zone, leave them there and then spend some time in camping in space. He’s already explored the Infinite Realms enough to be bored of it for a minute (not to mention he wants to avoid getting more ‘favors’ to do from Clockwork) and hell, he just wants to see some stars.

He grabs his tent, a sleeping bag and all the food and things he could need and brings it into the atmosphere with him. Keeping it all tethered to him, Danny stays in a fixed position above Gotham (Cause that’s where he’s going next, duh) and treats himself to some quality Me-time.

Only problem is that several times a day he has to make himself intangible while he lets satellites and things pass through. Easy enough and honestly pretty interesting to observe as a wannabe engineering student.

He doesn’t know when exactly it happened the first time- but it turns out the Heroes of Earth all congregated in a satelite office building? It was bigger than the ISS! What the heck!?

Going intangible but not invisible, the JL spot Danny and are incredibly confused how an ‘Alien’ teen just happens to appear in their meeting rooms disappearing at the rate (slowly but surely) of the Watchtower moving through space. Was that camping gear? How was he roasting a marshmallow? Did propane camping stoves even work in space??

16 times a day they get the opportunity to ask Danny a few questions. He mostly ignores them or gives them joke answers. Eventually Martian Manhunter phases through the Watchtower to join him.

They talk about how hard transition periods in life can be and having strained relationships with family. J’ohn returns to the watchtower on its next cycle and reports that the kid is just fine, being an adult is just a hard thing to do.

[nabulsi]

Quick message to non-Palestinians. If you are non-Palestinian, chances are you are Not Qualified to verify Gazan fundraisers. You will not know what to look for, you won't be able to communicate with the fundraiser owners. You will be guessing in the dark. We have told you several times, leave that to us. Do not do it yourselves as you risk either causing distress or confusion for actual Gazans or platforming scammers.

If you're not sure if a fundraiser is legit, do not post it. You're not the authority here. listen to Palestinians for once please

Also, there are some people who aren't palestinians claiming to vet fundraisers but actually are just checking if I or Hussein or another palestinian have posted the fundraiser on our blogs, without even mentioning that we are the ones to vet the fundraiser. We are not losing sleep just so you can neglect to credit us.

Like genuinely not upset that people are working on boosting these fundraisers. that's a good thing. but give credit where it's due please.

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[boneinator]

Ik there are usamericans following me I have a question for yall , what the fuck do y'all even eat . Like . The typical huge greasy American breakfast has to be an exaggeration but I really can't think of meals that don't contain stuff exclusive to my country and do you guys even have that honestly

[civetside]

the doodles i doodled while i listened to the nona audio book babay! (plus my favorite pyrrha dve quotes)

[rottmnt-residuum]

Part 11 of Arc II (Part 37)

huzzah! exposition be upon ye

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