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tinknevertalks · 5 months
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Roll up! Roll up! It's that time of year again: the nights are longer, it's all feeling colder, and the shops are all trying to sell you stuff. But here in the Sanctuary side of fandom, it's the start of the festive fic exchange!
Do you like writing fic?
Do you like reading fic?
Do you like putting unnecessary stress on yourself to make a wonderful gift for someone, just to have half of the fandom turn around and say, "Aaaaaaah, that's exactly what I needed to read right now?"*
Then this is the fic exchange for you! Today's post is the sign up post. Under the cut will be a list of questions. All you have to do is send me either a DM or an ask with your completed questionnaire then wait for your match!
Schedule!
Sign up: 21st Nov - 5th Dec
Matches sent out by 7th Dec
Touching base post: 20th Dec**
Collection open for posting: 26th Dec
Collection reveal: 31st Dec
This is open to anyone in the Sanctuary fandom, regardless of character/shipping preferences. When it comes to fic length, the minimum is 300 words. I don't really wanna give a max (because I know how the muse can get sometimes), but if we cap it around the 2k words mark that should be cool.***
I'll be posting a link to this around the place (and reblogging again this evening for the later crew), and you are more than welcome to message/contact me with any questions, queries or concerns.
Under the cut: the questions!
Username on Tumblr/AO3: (I need a method of contacting you 😊. If you have neither, pop me your email or something? We'll figure it out.)
Things I am comfortable writing: (gen or shippy? Fluff writer or angst? Family feels?)
Things I would not want to write about: (all the things you don't wanna write - characters you dislike, pairings you don't vibe with etc. Also heads up on any triggers you might have - you don't need to explain the whys.)
What I'd like to receive: (go for gold! The more info you can give, the more tailored to you the fic will be.)
What I would not like to receive: (All the things that you do not vibe with, or squick you. Please please please again with any trigger warnings - I don't want a gift to upset you. 😊)
Any other info that doesn't fit in the other questions: (General vibes, could you be a pinch hitter, any thoughts, questions, etc)
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And that's that. 😊 Thank you for joining in, and see you December 7th with your matches!
*You can answer no to this one - it's just how I am when it comes to these things. XD
**If you find you can't finish, or something comes up that means you have to pull out, please let me know so I can arrange a pinch hitter. I won't be angry or disappointed or anything because this is for fun, and your health (mental and/or physical) is more important.
**Obviously, if you find you go over a bit, don't freak out or anything. This is just for fun, after all.
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starplatinumnun · 2 years
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can you infodump to me? (i love you) is this overwhelming? (i love you) is this the right texture? (i love you) is it ok to touch you? (i love you) do you want the subtitles on? (i love you) do you want to go somewhere less noisy? (i love you)
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clownsuu · 1 year
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can i draw your mob au please and thank you i can tag you if i post it im obsessed with the designs i need to draw wally so bad
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Of course! I do not mind anyone drawing anything I make! Heck, there are already some who’ve drawn stuff for it already!
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Also ya don’t have to tag me if ya don’t want to, but I would enjoy seeing what ya got!
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a-mongooose · 1 year
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A dump of things I drew since the last post! i am so normal about them. I AM SO NORMAL   ABOUT THEM . totally not making cosplays of julie and sally . it is not true  ! if u want to use as pfps, feel free to! just pls credit me :p alsooo if you have any requests for the silly goofies, my asks should be open, go crazy in there 
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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Jason and Jaime have very big potential I think
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rudytubooty2107 · 2 months
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The Bird
As I looked out into the desert sky, I felt a breeze I had never felt before. It felt almost calming, as if something were to call out to me in the distance with its warm tones that feel all too familiar to my ears. And at last, I see an entity with that same sense of familiarity. There it was, a bird silhouetting through its never-ending seas. It was like I could taste the sweetness of a honeycomb tree each time its wing grazed through the untouchable wind. I knew it was taking over me. And I knew I couldn't fake it, even if I wanted to. I knew this feeling all too well. It felt like home to me. As if the ancient roots were wrapped around my every being.
And yet I still felt as though there was something more to all of this. I couldn't put my finger to it, but I knew I just had to know. Because it was so alluring to me that I felt as though I would never want to leave. But I just had to know what it was that truly was there calling out to me. So, I asked the bird who they truly were, to diverge not just its identity, but its intentions as well. It did not speak, not even a chirp. It flew away, but I knew I could not stand by and watch it leave my eyes. I could feel that warmth I once had slowly become colder. I knew that I needed to follow it so not only would I still remain warm, but perhaps uncover the truth to all of this.
So, I followed without thought, without consideration for the possible consequences that could ensue at any given moment. But it did not matter to me. I knew that this warmth I felt would never lead me astray. I knew that I would only become closer and closer to something even more grand that I had already experienced. And I couldn't have been more right. I could see something in the distance that could have never been in a barren waste land that I was in for so long. It was a field of the greenest grass I could've ever seen. It smelled sour but refreshing at the same time. I felt as though I could run faster, for I could see the bird was even farther. And so, I ran faster.
As I ran, I could see something more. It was a field of roses in every color you could ever have imagined. The beauty of it all was so captivating. It had the sweetest smell to it all. I felt as if I could taste it in my month as I breathed it all in. It opened up my lungs. And in doing so, I could run even faster than I did not even a moment ago. And I found myself running along side that same bird.
Whilst we ran alongside each other I could feel something in the air that had a slight cool breeze within the warmth I had already felt. It was a lake that glistened with the glare of the bright sun. I ran alongside that beautiful lake with my eyes wide open.
As I continued on, I could feel myself slowly lessening my strides. I felt as though I couldn't let something so beautiful slip past me. And as I did so, I could see everything I saw along my way converge together all in one place. So, I did what I felt was right and stopped to take it all in.
In doing so I lost track of the bird. The very thing that I set out on my journey to stay alongside so that I could continue to feel the warmth it gave me. I felt as if I had lost everything without having given anything at all. I could do nothing but fall over myself feeling my eye well up with tears full of sadness. The feeling of lose took hold of me faster than I could ever run from.
But then, suddenly I felt that warmth again, and yet it felt different. I knew it was close by, as if it was right behind me. I turned around with a quickness wondering what could bring me such a warmth again. But I was blinded by the light that shined even brighter before. As I opened my eyes to it all, there it was, what I never thought I would ever see again in my life. It was my family with their arms wide open ready to bring me into their arms once again after so many years. I could do nothing but continue to let my tears fall. They fell down my face as if it could overflow the lake that laid right beside us. Never before had I felt such a joy before in so long.
I thought they would say so many things to me as I had hoped. But they just held me still and silent with the warmth I had longed for. It felt like nothing short of complete bliss. I knew at that exact moment that there was no need for any words, not even a whisper was needed. Because I already had everything I need.
And yet I still gazed my eyes in the distant as I heard something. It was that same bird I had followed all the way here. At first I reached out my hand longing for its companionship. But then, I retracked my hand as I saw it fly off into the distant. I no longer cared about that birds reasons for bringing me here. I no longer wished to find the truth I thought I was searching for. Because the truth of it all is that it brought me right where I needed to be. It brought me Home.
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satans-knitwear · 15 days
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I WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE CHILD
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BEHOLD!!!! CURIOUS LITTLE GIRL!!!
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yesmissnyx · 2 months
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This Valentine's day sucked 😔🤘
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darkwood-sleddog · 6 months
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it has been hard to summarize the grief i feel about Palestine. mostly because I am not arab, just married to one. But it has still been excruciatingly difficult to watch my arab family members and friends tip toe around what they say regarding the genocide happening right now, careful to be gentle and placid and non-threatening as possible when what they are saying amounts to "don't kill us." while pro-israel people equate them to less than human, while the most bland liberals shrug their shoulders and say they will kill arabs out of self defense.
you know sometimes i am naive enough to hope we've grown enough past my loved ones being called racial slurs as children by teachers post 9/11, but i am always swiftly brought back to the reality that the western world views arabs as an acceptable sacrifice.
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iloveyoudotcom · 2 months
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Honestly it doesn't really make sense to me that Jack and Felix are canonically not close as friends, moreso having a business-type friendship. Seeing how Jack's kids call Felix uncle, along with how involved Felix is with the Waltens overall, it'd only make sense that they're connected right? Putting aside all the horrible things that eventually happen, they've had history together for a long time; knowing each other since college... I think them being entwined together as best friends could serve as another tragic aspect to the narrative they've been placed in. I know canon is canon, but I wanted to share my opinion on the whole thing!
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bulkhummus · 1 year
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old timey cartoons! (<- cecils idea) — even though hallow has been weened, here is the palmer family dressed as Popeye, Olive Oil and a can of spinach!
a full color version of this is up on my patreon if you want to support me there as well <3
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toxic-sugar-piie · 2 months
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"Flowers for Danny Lamb"
The idea of this funny storyboard came to me by chance when we were sitting with colleagues from college and discussing situations with characters
It's not a sequel, but im crying
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morporkian-cryptid · 3 months
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I went into the new Night Vale episode honestly thinking they were going to pull another "what do you mean the previous episode ended on a cliffhanger no no nothing happened" and we wouldn't hear of Kevin or the Boy in at least two years.
And then the episode was titled "He is still holding a knife" XD
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warpedpuppeteer · 14 days
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Y'all ever think about that time when Christopher wanted to go see Buck while he was in a coma and Eddie couldn't even refuse the request? He probably couldn't refuse it because he knew how much Chris needed to see Buck himself. But also what's devastating is that Eddie probably did it because he knew there was a very real possibility that Buck wouldn't make it and I don't think Eddie wanted Chris to lose yet another parent without having a last conversation 😭
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hiphopcherrrypop · 1 month
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i miss themb 😢😢
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neongreenllama · 1 year
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Feelings
@wolfstarmicrofic
Sirius sighed.
“Why do you sigh so much?”
He glanced down at the five-year-old perched on the toilet seat, combing his messy hair to get ready for the day. Or rather, combing one strand of his hair over a dozen times and neglecting the rest. Sirius couldn’t blame him; it was a struggle to untangle every morning and he always ended up having to help him.
He looked back at himself in the mirror, where he’d finished shaving and all the while had been judging the size and shape of his nose, and his eyebags that seemed to get darker every day, and those lines that had appeared on his forehead …
He sighed again.
“Because sometimes I don’t feel pretty,” he confessed.
“Moony always says you are.”
He sighed once more and poked his cheek to make it look … different. To no avail, of course.
“Yes, but he’s biased so that doesn’t count.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Biased?” He looked at Harry for confirmation who nodded. “It means someone can’t be objective about something.”
“What’s objecive,” the boy tested the unfamiliar word and ending up slurring it.
“Objective,” Sirius enunciated more clearly. “It’s when …” He searched for a way to explain the word. “You don’t let your feelings get in the way of judging something. Making an opinion about something,” he added to be more precise. “It’s only looking at the facts. So, Moony is biased because, thanks to all of his feelings of love getting in the way, he can’t be objective about me. He’ll still think I’m pretty when I’ve lost all my hair and I’m old and wrinkly.”
Harry made a face at the thought of an old and wrinkly Paddy with no hair. Sirius beckoned him over to look with him in the mirror together.
“But you won’t let your feelings get in the way, will you?” Now, with Harry standing on the toilet seat and leaning against the sink, he took a breath to steady himself and said, “So tell me honestly, do you think I’m pretty? I can take it.”
Harry looked at him for a moment and then shrugged. “Ms. Bruhn thinks you’re sooo haaandsome,” he finally said, mimicking the slow and high-pitched voice of his pre-school teacher from when he’d overheard her talking to a colleague once, and swooningly put his hand to his chest.
“You think you’re so funny,” Sirius replied drily to the giggling five-year-old next to him before taking the brush and holding it like a weapon. “Here, you jokester, let’s untangle that mat.”
What followed was underlined by a lot of squealing, but finally they managed to make the boy look somewhat decent enough so other people won’t think he was being neglected.
“Am I pretty?” he asked Remus later who was standing at the kitchen counter making tea while Sirius was sat on the sofa.
They finally had some peace after the little one had been handed to Ms. Bruhn for safekeeping for the day.
“Very.”
“You’re not even looking.”
Remus briefly glanced up at him before going back to put teabags in the cups.
“I know what you look like, Sirius,” he replied calmly.
“Yes, but today. And be objective. Don’t let your feelings get in the way.”
Remus finally looked up at him and held his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re beautiful, Sirius. You know that.”
Sirius rolled his eyes and shook his head, unsatisfied with that answer.
“I said don’t let your feelings get in the way.”
“What are you talking about.” He shook his head. “Where’s all this coming from? Sirius Black not satisfied with his good looks?”
Sirius let out another long sigh in a series of many that day, letting his head fall back on the sofa. He didn’t really know what the problem was. Usually he was quite confident in his beauty but lately he just felt bored of his body and the way it looked.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting old,” he finally relented.
There was a moment of silence before big hands cupped his cheeks from behind, leaning his head even further back so he could look at Remus’s face.
“I doubt twenty-five counts as old.” He stroked his thumb along Sirius’s cheek and lips and down to his chin. More gently, he said, “I don’t think I can be objective about you. But if it helps, I’ll still think you’re beautiful when you’re old and wrinkly.”
And he knew that, but somehow, hearing it, he couldn’t keep the smile from creeping up on his face and the warmth from spreading in his chest.
Maybe it didn’t matter that his feelings got in the way.
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