“Do you speak English very well?” Sir just let me board the damn plane 💀
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GUYS & JULIET IS SO GOOD
I LOVE SUBVERSIVE QUEER POSITIVE MEDIA 💕💗💕💗💕💗💕
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Woowoo happy birth !! I’m one step closer to uh. Somethin! 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾
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Ok but whose dumb idea was it to take Griffindors and Slytherins who are known house rivals, put them together in a potions class that deals with highly volatile substances, and then have it taught by the Slytherin Head????????????
If we disregard the flexibility for plot bs, I feel like after the first year between Harry and Malfoy it would’ve been so easy to switch the Gryffindors in with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws with the Slytherins? Sure Harry would still be dealing w Voldy, but at least him and Snape aren’t losing any hair over Draco being a little shit./aff
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JNDUND ok last wip, a redraw
left wip, right original
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Donnie pose for another (shh) wip lmao
Dramatic ole thing/aff
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If I (hypothetically) drew Leo in this, should it be blue or red/pink
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Vote for HEA or the demon child bites 🧡
@phykoha @tmntaucompetition
Battle Scars - kaysdenofchaos
Happily Ever After - Phykoa
Good luck have fun!
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Guys,, vote for HEA,,
Guys
GUYS
Battle Scars - kaysdenofchaos
Happily Ever After - Phykoa
Good luck have fun!
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when you you when you when when wheeeeen when when you!
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GUYS TIE US PLEASE 🙏
Battle Scars - kaysdenofchaos
Happily Ever After - Phykoa
Good luck have fun!
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Self-Violation
Oh your eyes may deceive you, but your hands? My, how they mock you. They twist and turn, gathering the attention of everyone around like a jester in court, laughing at its king. ‘Hear ye, hear ye, a puppet am I? Yet no puppet rivals its master, the fool!’ What good is a man whose eyes lie, whose hands point and pull at, whose heart does not compare to his self-conceited brain. So what. what then? They pull. The hands pull, and stretch, and reach for the chasms no one dares to touch. You plead and shout, but they don’t listen. You are a weak master, a weak soul. They will pull, and tear, and break, until they reach bone. Once they do, will they find a true face? Will your heart rebirth from the trails they left, growing twice in size? And if not, will the hands of those who loved you be there to pick up for your selfish cowardice?
Push forward. Pulled back.
Pull.
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