Honestly you guys are so creepy. “I can’t wait till Mark turns 18”, like that’s so predatory. He’s a kid and turning 18 doesn’t change anything. The fact that some of you adults are sitting there waiting for this kid to turn 18 so you can start acting even more sexual and creepy towards him is disturbing.
So according to tracking it looks like the poster won’t arrive at SE until Tuesday. So I’ll let y'all continue to submit FFXV fanart, cosplay, photos, messages until Monday night (Feb. 20th at 11:59pm CST). Remember, these current submissions are for the online page of the FFXV Fan Project that a QR code on the poster will take the FFXV team to!
Who’s it for: Tabata-san and the FFXV development team. (Square Enix USA also gets a poster.)
What to submit: FFXV fanart, cosplay photos, pictures related to FFXV (example: your merch collection), handwritten/typed messages/feedback.
Theme: This poster is a “thank you” to Tabata-san and the team for this wonderful game, though it is not required to incorporate that in your entry. Whatever you want to show Tabby is just fine.
If I already submitted to the poster, can I submit another piece as well: Yes! If you’d like to submit an extra fanart/photo/etc, do so! I encourage messages and feedback as well.
Where to submit: Simply message @verryfinny or email firstname.lastname@example.org
Final Deadline: February 20th, Monday night (11:59pm CST)
A woman I used to take care of would stay in her pajamas and watch Rachel Ray in the morning. English breakfast tea with just enough milk to make it light. She’d make jokes about staying dangerous when buying a spontaneous extra can of cream of mushroom soup. Some of us never lose our jokes.
My best friend closes her eyes when the summer wind runs its fingers through her hair. She inhales deep, like she’s about to dive down into the sun. It is something special to watch someone fall in love with the world.
My husband keeps an art gallery of growing greens. There are wildflowers on the windowsill and succulents by the back door. He tells me the snap peas are almost ready to harvest; that he can’t wait to show our kids how the earth works, how good things require care.
In small glimpses, I am stealing snapshots of people in their purest moments. I am pasting moments over. I am scrap-booking the good in humanity, the little visions of light, and saving it when everything else goes dark.
When Felix says he was somewhere on holidays with his parents he means that they actually were spending time together.
When his classmates say they were somewhere with their parents they mean the servants were spending time with them meanwhile parents were minding their own business.
This leads to some misunderstanding when they are comparing expirences.
Ace Fred Weasley II would get one of those prank cans that when opened would create an explosion of purple and black glitter with an Ace Pride flag; he sets it off at Weasley Family Dinner to come out. Afterwards, his father is so supportive that he creates a new line of Pride gear at WWW -R
Fred II has been wanting to come out as asexual for a while now. But he wants to come out to his parent’s first, and he wants to do it in just the right way. Inspiration is slow to strike, but it’s okay. Fred’s good at waiting. He’s the kind of kid who can be the life of the party when he wants, but otherwise can go pretty unnoticed - useful for collecting all types of information that he absolutely never uses to blackmail his cousins into doing all sorts of hilarious things. Point being, Fred is patient. He wants to come out. Wants to share this with his parents. But he can wait until the time is right.
Fred really went into the muggle store on a dare. Turns out that the prank shop was a goldmine. Fred II walks out with an exploding prank can and a huge grin on his face. Dinner tonight is going to be the best. With a little creative spellwork, he transforms the green shamrocks into purple and black glitter and the snake into an ace pride flag. He’s finally ready.
The flag hovers over the table and in the brief moment of silence - a rare occurrence indeed - Fred II wonders if this was really the best way to come out. Or maybe he should have come out to just his parents. He’d just gotten so excited and wanted to share it with everyone at once -
“I KNEW it!” Rose roars, standing triumphantly up. “Pay up, suckers!” And suddenly money is being quickly exchanged between all of his cousins.
“I don’t -” Uncle Ron is saying before Hermione cuts him off, reminding him that it’s the ace pride flag.
Uncle Harry, who’s sitting the closest to him, slaps his back in a friendly manner. “Welcome to the Club,” he says. “Charlie’s president, so we don’t meet much since he’s away all the time,” he smiles and winks. Fred rolls his eyes.
Grandma is leaning over past grandpa and reaching towards his wrist. “Oh, really, now, Fred. You know I love you,” she says before turning to Teddy to give him a pointed glare. “What exactly was wrong with just coming out? Now you’ve turned it into a competition between everyone, nearly giving me a heart attack every time someone comes out,” she admonishes.
Teddy simply winks and gives him a thumbs up, a gesture James copies.
“Thanks, Fred!” Rose grins, stuffing her pockets full of money, clearly having taken the largest share of the pot from their cousins. “Oh, and congrats on finally coming out.”
“She means thanks for trusting us enough to come out to us,” Hugo corrects, starting a small bickering match between his sister and himself.
And then Fred is being enveloped in a ginormous hug from his father, who doesn’t bother to say anything.
Mum quirks an eyebrow at him once his dad has quit hugging him, a huge grin still on his face. “Is that all spelled? You know we’re going to talk about that later. But I’m proud of you for telling us,” she says with the barest hint of a smile.
Two weeks after Fred II comes out, and dad drags him to the shop.
“Dad, I’ve seen the new puking pastilles. The old ones were better.”
“Pish posh,” dad says cheerily. “Besides, this is something new. Just wait here.”
Fred rolls his eyes but stands obediently where his dad asks, near the front of the shop.
“Ta-da!” dad shouts, while at the same time the shop briefly flashes purple, black, and gray, before the color goes right again. Streamers burst down from the ceiling and mini-pride-colored-fireworks go off (one in the shape of a dragon, which Fred files away to absolutely get one of those), and then several new stands pop up in the store. Fred recognizes various pride colors amongst the stands: aro, ace, bi, gay, lesbian, pan, genderqueer, trans, and nonbinary. Others he doesn’t recognize but has no doubts they’re pride-related.
Dad pops down from upstairs right next to Fred, apparating even though he only had to go down a few stairs. “Look,” he says, dragging Fred along the stands. “Candy that lets you breathe a burst of fire in the pride color you buy, some of those cool exploding cans you found that burst into pride flags, plain hats that turn the wearer into your pride colors of choice, pins to show your pride that disappear after a day, lollipops that make the person eating them spout out random messages of support and understanding, and - okay, yes, there are puking pastilles here, but they give you multi-colored pride puke. Not very useful for getting out of class but good for grossing your friends out. It’s not everything, either, just my start! I’m going to offer a permanent pride line here,” dad presents, a huge grin on his face.
Fred lets everything sink in slowly. He feels the grin slowly spreading across his face. “Oh. Dad. I have so many ideas,” he says.
I remember when I was about 15 and saw a girl at my school with a buzz cut. My reaction was like "wait... Girls can have short hair??" Now I'm 20 and the other day in the bus I saw a little girl (about 8) staring at my short hair and excitedly pointing at me talking to her sister (about 10). I'm happy to think I'm that "wait... I can do that?" person to some little kid :)
This is a beautiful story, thank you so much for sharing it with me
I can’t wait for this ‘ultra cutesy yet horribly animated cartoon about a Relatable™ kid and their epically funny sidekick that is trying desperately to ride the coattails of Adventure Time’ phase to end so we can get more original cartoons.
I just can’t wait until I find the girl of my dreams and feel her arms wrap around my waist from behind. I can’t wait until I can plan my future with her. I can’t wait until I can see her love our kids and play with them. I just can’t wait until these hopes will become a reality