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sophsicle · 1 year
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people keep coming at me for using "christ" or "god" in fanfiction about wizards cause it's "unrealistic" and "do I really think they would say Muggle words" like MA'AM are we all forgetting that Harry has a literal godfather????? like. how can y'all accept that but not think Remus John Lupin took the lord's name in vain I swear
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jentledaisies · 3 months
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Hello.
I owe you an explanation. And an apology. And many more things.
Firstly, I am so sorry for a couple of things. Mainly, my continued absence over the past eight months. What was happening was personal and while I have my right tp privacy, the way I shut you all out and gave continued silence to you all was not right. especially in the last four.
But, we all know that even before that, my presence on this blog was spotty at best, though my promises were constant. Promises I didn't keep.
This is sounding very serious right about now as if in not a fan fiction blog but I did create some very close connections with a lot of you on here, only to completely ghost you.
Now, my explanation.
I believe I have alluded to this before but I have struggled with severe depression for most of my life. Stemming from my childhood and some surgeries I had at that time that helped exasperate it. I will avoid graphics but let me state that through my teen years I have attempted many times. I have been brought in for 72-hour watch three times. This is all a preface as when I was 18 I began receiving real treatment for everything. The same time I started this blog.
Basically, my absence is because I relapsed. Heavily.
I became so incredibly disinterested in everything I loved, this blog especially. I barely had energy to move, and im sure anyone who knows depression knows, I could barely even drink water. Eating food became boring, playing with my bunnies became a chore, and going to work was torture. And to be honest, That's all still really hard for me.
So that was why I was gone. And if you lost hope in my posting, or have grown bored of my blog and chose to leave I am so sorry to have let you down. I will be posting again, I don't know when but I will.
I have started new meds again, meds that seem to be working well. And I will be undergoing more thorough treatment soon, treatment that has worked exceptionally before.
I hope 2024 will bring forth happiness and love, for me and for you. I can promise it will bring new content at least.
So Happy New Year. And for the holidays that just passed, Happy Holidays.
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thegroovywitch · 1 year
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jimmy's acoustic guitar parts on 'midnight monlight lady' are the most beautiful sound i've ever heard in my life
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serglesinner · 5 months
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The single best use of this trend I HAVE SEEEEN
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licollisa · 10 months
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In which Papyrus attends a talkshow.
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belleyells · 1 year
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So ya girl was going through old medical records of her’s and APPARENTLY I have a heart condition as a baby… SINCE W H EN-
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coffeecatcraze · 1 month
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The fact that Vaggie knew it was a HORRIBLE idea for her to go to Heaven because there were so many things that could go wrong and so many bad memories there, but her girlfriend needed her and she couldn't say no to her cute face; the fact that the headstrong, optimistic, determined, powerful Princess of Hell knew she couldn't handle taking this huge step alone and the only one person she could imagine being by her side in that critical moment was Vaggie.
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The fact that even when she felt so hurt, heartbroken, and betrayed and tried for a second to deny it, Charlie never stopped loving Vaggie, still referred to her as her girlfriend, and had full faith that she was completely succeeding in her task (getting detailed sensitive information from a weapons-dealing Overlord) while Charlie herself was struggling and failing with her own.
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The fact that even with Charlie so upset that she intentionally threw a painful commentbat her (a comment with a subtle double meaning, though Charlie herself was definitely NOT thinking clearly enough to realize that implication and only meant to make a jab at the secret-keeping), Vaggie still wanted so desperately to protect Charlie out of love that she regrew angelic wings despite having been in Hell for years.
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The fact that one gesture from Charlie told Vaggie everything she wanted to say to her, and that mutual understanding was so complete that she didn't hesitate to run to her knowing she would be accepted because her girlfriend still loved her and forgave her.
The support, love, and intimate understanding these two share even when things are hard and painful is so beautiful. They've been together for years; they've been through so much; and it's wonderful to have that respected and portrayed canonically instead of dipping into that easy, fan-craved trope of dramatically heavy relationship angst. I'm glad they left that angst itch to be scratched by fanworks instead, because these ladies aren't that type.
They are powerful; they are determined; they balance and complete each other; and most importantly, they are so head-over-heels and experienced in their love for each other that it took one day for Charlie to deeply consider everything and fully reconcile with Vaggie, who never doubted her even for a second. Their relationship isn't just established; it's stable, and I love to see that for a wlw couple. <3
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lettuce-babies · 9 months
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checking through the ao3 tag reminds me of when you dont feed your cat for exactly 1 minute after normal feeding time and they act like they are perishing
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localapparently · 14 days
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YOOHANKIM RAAAGHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH UGRHGRHGR I ughh i just ugh i love them so MUCH i love them i want them to be happy so bad
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book of song poems (1905) - james leander alter
"we stay silly"
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nothingbizzare · 2 months
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Just some kid and his hamsters
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carnivalcarrion · 2 months
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he is just. so shaped. so so so So shaped.
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factual-fantasy · 7 months
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bluezenxen · 2 months
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i like the aoba
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senlinstudies · 5 months
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4.11.23 You are looking at the desk of a true academic weapon *cries*
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trekkele · 2 years
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A list of theories as to why Martha Wayne’s Pearls scattered Like That, despite the fact that real pearls are knotted individually on the strand to prevent Precisely That Sort Of Thing from happening [incomplete]:
One: Martha chose not to wear her real pearls to the theatre that night, as it was a night where there was no one to impress. The string snapped because the pearls were not real, and Martha died for a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.
Two: The Pearls, upon understanding this was a symbolic moment in at least one Wayne’s future [and two Wayne’s end], chose to disregard their quality for the sake of a Dramatic Tableau.
Three: no more then three pearls ever snapped off the strand, but to a boy watching his mother choke on her own blood, gasping his name into the suddenly silent night, three pearls was enough.
Four: an opportunistic officer slipped the pearls off Marthas neck as she was loaded into the morgue van, figuring Bruce would not have the wherewithal to miss them. The pearls were subsequently reported as lost, having probably rolled down the drain in the following chaos. Only three were ever recovered, having become stuck in the puddle of blood that was under Martha Wayne’s head.
Five: the pearls, a set Thomas Wayne picked up as an engagement gift and a promise when Wayne industries was collapsing and his fortune nonexistent, were fake, and Martha adored them far more then any of the expensive jewels he was eventually able to afford. She made a habit of wearing them on family outings. Martha died for the sentimental value of a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.
Six: the pearls where not real. Martha was wearing diamonds that night. Bone, when exposed to moonlight and the horrified tears of an eight year old, shines like pearls. 
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