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The Three Different Types of Tumblr Blog Descriptions
  1. “This is my tumblr where I post things that I see and like. I mostly reblog posts but sometimes I make them. I blog about my interests, which are food, cute animals, text posts that have 100,000+ notes, [fandom], and pretty much anything else random haha. If I see a post that I like I will reblog it lol. If I see a post I do not like I will not reblog it. I don’t reblog posts I don’t see because I can’t reblog them since I didn’t see them so how would I reblog them. I blog about my interests. Here on tumblr, I blog about my interests. I use my blog as a blog (for blogging purposes). Sometimes my interests are random. Sorry not sorry but you will see a lot of [fandom]. [Fandom] is my LIFE okay I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEELS ABOUT IT”
  2. “[name] / [age] / [location] / [pronouns] / [sexuality] / [star sign] / links for mobile”
  3. “my name is tony and once I swallowed a bug”
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So instead of doing anything else, I got obsessed with the Howls Moving Castle AU.  

Finally finished this after butchering it on the first try. digital painting is NOT my strong suit, so i’m just not gonna worry about trying that style for now ~ w ~;


Bonus:

Sketch


Oh sweet beans what did I do to the colors and the face and the UGH D:

Harry Naming His Children

I just can’t stop thinking about James and Sirius and Remus in the afterlife, watching over Harry. And when he has his first child, James and Sirius are ecstatic that Harry chooses to name him after them. And Remus smiles benevolently and doesn’t say anything of course, but maybe feels just a tad left out. Sirius can tell and he pats him on the shoulder, saying, “Next time! You’ll see!” 

And then next time arrives and what does Harry choose? Albus Severus. And Remus understands, and he’s really not upset. But Sirius is. Sirius just cannot believe that Harry would choose to name his son after Snivellus, the man who had made his godson’s and his own life miserable (so what if he loved Lily), before he honored Remus. Remus, who had been a mentor and friend to Harry. Remus, who had named Harry godfather of his own child. Remus, who was one of the best men Sirius had ever known despite having a childhood that was probably much shittier than Snape’s. Remus, who deserved to be honored by Harry every bit as much as Sirius did, and certainly a thousand times more than Snape.

And for the first time in his life, Sirius is truly disappointed in his godson. And he can’t even let Harry know. And he just has to live with this awful feeling for years and years, and nothing Remus says can make it any better.

Until one day Sirius notices something. He notices how there are always four kids at the Potter house. He’d always thought it was just Harry being nice because Andromeda was getting pretty old by now, but once he starts paying attention, he notices how every time Harry talks about “his kids,” that includes Teddy Lupin. How Teddy is in all of the Potter family portraits. How James, Al, and Lily refer to Teddy as their older brother. 

And one day Sirius is watching as Teddy risks himself to save Albus from falling off his broom, and then proceeds to fuss over Al without once worrying about himself. And Harry runs over in a panic, and goes immediately to Teddy, who took most of the damage, checks that he’s basically alright, looks at him with tears in his eyes, and says “Teddy Remus Lupin, thank you. Thank you for saving Al. You are so much like your father.” And then he hugs him tightly and doesn’t let go for the longest time .

And Sirius’s anger evaporates just like that, and he looks over and sees that Remus has been watching too and now they are both silently crying as they watch Harry, their Harry, take care of two of his sons.

And it’s suddenly so obvious why Harry didn’t name his youngest son after Remus: because that was already the name of his oldest.

By the Corner Light | Bucky and Steve

Outside the barracks
By the corner light
I always stand and wait for you at night
We will create a world for two
I’ll wait for you, the whole night through
Like once Lili Marleen

Betrayal
Neglect
Mistake…

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You have to be honest about how bad it feels so you can move on

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HEY IT’S A FURRY or maybe a pinchy?  It’s miss Kali Crab!  I haven’t made a ‘sona to draw in like 10 years lmao.  anyway I love crabs and I like drawing crab critters so this is her anthro design, there’s also an actual hermit crab design + cool monster crab design that I’ll post later because SHE IS  A VERY FAB CRAB

+ DID U KNO: some species of hermit crab form a symbiotic relationship with sea anemones!  A crab will peel off an anemone(s) from somewhere and plant it firmly on it’s shell.  The stinging tendrils of the anemone provide protection from the crab’s many predators.  In return, the anemone gets plenty of scraps from the crab’s meals.  IT’S SUPER CUTE and I love it and that’s why she has 2 friends with her lol.  

Sometimes I hate being trans. A lot of the time, actually. While everyone else is moving forward, you’re feel like you’re waiting, waiting, waiting. For the next GIC appointment. For hormones to show any effect. For surgery. For the next surgery. For forms and reports and assessments to be filled out.

These things take weeks, months, years. Whole parts of your life get eaten away on waiting lists for services that are already stretched to their limit. And all the time you want everything to stop - to right itself in some magical overnight miracle. You spend nights crying and asking ‘why me?’ Why am I the one who has to be stuck here? 

But you will get there. I promise you. Nobody knows patience like us trans folk. We have to be strong, mentally, emotionally and physically, because we are forced to be by our very nature. It’s something huge to bear and it’s okay if you’re not always okay. It isn’t fun, and it isn’t fair. And it’s okay to grieve - for being born with the wrong parts, or for all the times that your body restricted you in life - for the things you wish you had. Grieve if you need to. 

There is light and dark to everything in life. Being trans is no exception. Keep going. Wait and fight and grieve and celebrate and live - in the way that only we trans people know how. 

You’ll come out stronger in the end.