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GOD i want to explode so bad and its all their fault
Nsssssssss
I always thought that aki's ponytail looked familiar
fractionally surprised I haven’t seen any ‘lurch is kind of ….. 😏’ posts
the concept of cuteness aggression is so funny. awww you're adorable I need to hurt you
i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
More It's Alive crossover - this time with Scott and background Isaac and Ally [:
Struggled a bit with the timing but i think this exchange is gold in the original video lol
went to a bodybuilding competition. i misunderstood the objective and brought with me water (35 L), carbon (20 kg), ammonia (4 L), lime (1.5 kg), phosphorus (800 g), salt (250 g), saltpeter (100 g), sulfur (80 g), fluorine (7.5 g), iron (5 g), silicon (3 g) and trace amounts of fifteen other elements
STEP ASIDE PENSIONERS
HOSPICE CARE IS IN TOWN
Severus had spent the last three days brewing batches of dittany and dreamless sleep as well as a number of healing potions to restock the Order’s supply after the disastrous mission last week. He spent his afternoons and some mornings making his way through his less than scrupulous social circles — decidedly more entertaining and, for this particular purpose, useful — sniffing out whatever intel he can find about the whereabouts and activities of his masked friends.
He woke up this morning with instructions to meet the Dark Lord in the evening. Severus couldn’t know if it was for their private lessons, a mission, or something else entirely. He was simply grateful for the early notice. It gave him time to rearrange his schedule and mentally prepare himself. And so here he was, late in the morning stacking vials into the infirmary cupboards when the doors swung open. He looked up from the inventory list in his hand to see a new face standing in the doorway, mouth agape, features twisted into a look of profound shock and paralysis. Severus reached into his pocket for his wand but didn’t take it out. He gave the intruder a moment to gather his wits about him, but the moment dragged on, and it was becoming really quite uncomfortable being on the receiving end of such a face.
‘ What. ’
The Peacock’s Pet
LOCATION: Prewett House DATE: June 27th, 1984 @wrongdeor
Elliot opened the door to the kitchen, grimaced, and closed it. He had been trying to find the infirmary (not because he was hurt, but simply as an exercise in navigation), but despite his fervent attempt to memorize the layout of the old Prewett House when Hestia had taken him on the tour yesterday, he couldn’t seem to get it straight in his head now. It was discouraging—or no, he told himself, it wasn’t discouraging, because he refused to let himself be discouraged. It was just…not encouraging. That was all. There was quite a wide gap between encouraged and discouraged, and he was simply neither.
He was still getting his feet under himself, he told himself, and that was fine. That was perfectly expected, perfectly natural. There was a lot to learn, after all, about the Order of the Phoenix. About being part of the Order of the Phoenix. He had only been an official member for two days—a little less than one-and-a-half, really, if you went by the slanting old grandfather clock slumped in the corner—so of course he was still getting his feet under himself. That was nothing to be ashamed of. That was perfectly natural.
None of that stopped him from feeling like he’d fallen right off those feet and into some sort of bizarre dreamscape when he opened the next door down the hallway and saw Severus Snape sitting inside. Elliot’s jaw dropped and absolutely no sound came out of his mouth as he stared—no, gaped—at the other wix in abject stupefaction. He stood in the open doorway for several seconds without moving, without even remembering to breathe, his brain scrabbling desperately as it tried to process what he was seeing.
What in the name of Merlin’s hairiest toes was Lucius and Narcissa Malfoys’ favorite side-piece doing in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix!?
What if agent Browning has a family and one day at dinner one of his kids tells them that they want to start playing Exy or they just get really into Exy and start watching it all the time and they don’t understand why their dad is so against it and he’s not allowed to explain. But also he doesn’t want his kids to feel bad or like he doesn’t care about their interests so he just has to suck it up and go along with it. Extra bonus if one of their favorite players is Jean, Kevin, Neil, or Jeremy.
This man will forever be haunted by this sport.
i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
an interaction I had in bluesky led to this
ignore my dumbass grabbing the torch and putting it back down
Inks feet
another preview of an upcoming drawing for the hungry bastards. I think I’m gonna try and do lighting on this one this time.
Hera's POV while Zeus and Hades watched Poseidon get stabbed.
I drew this after Neal drew Zeus and Hades watched Poseidon get stabbed. Hera's design by Neal