i don't know why i'm still trying


So consider this.

The first of my weird little ideas I’m trying out. I had said I would try pendulums in the past but I actually decided to go all the way and make a unique little mold for it. Something more angular and pointed screams “pendulum” to me than my gently tapered herbal molds.

This is just the prototype using a tiny Yarrow sprig. I’m working on a couple more using whatever sprigs of Mugwort I still have remaining from the summer - an herb highly associated with divination and clarity.

I’m thinking of trying to find something like a bead cap for the top, or even a fitted little bit of metal, if that’s possible.

So what do you think?

Percival Graves is (probably) a good man

Another instalment of my headcanon series…

  • Percival was on a secret mission when he got captured and detained by Grindelwald, which is why no one noticed his absence
  • Plus Grindelwald only took his place for a few days
  • He is still enraged when he is freed and understands what happened
  • People get fired when he comes back. Some get hexed too

  • He insists that Tina is promoted a few weeks later
  • They have an open-heart discussion about what happened while he was “away” and they end up being quite good friends

  • When he learns about Credence’s “death”, he’s the one to get funerals set up and to make sure there’s a place to go to mourn him
  • He also takes his dispositions to make sure every one of the kids that were helped by Mary-Lou is safe and taken good care of

  • Tina eventually tells him that Credence is actually alive and well and away
  • But she also insists that they can’t meet as it would probably traumatise both of them
  • He doesn’t like the idea but gets convinced by the necessity of preserving both Credence and himself
  • He still asks her to tell Credence he would like to meet him if he ever wants to
  • She does tell him, two years later, when Credence asks about the real Mr.Graves
  • They eventually meet and it’s painful and awkward but also offers them both a sort of closure

  • His favourite colours are bright orange and light green
  • Percival has the worst fashion sense
  • He goes to work all pretty and dressed up because he knows how to follow a trend
  • But when he’s at home he wears the ugliest jumpers ever
  • They’d burn your eyes if you looked at them for too long

  • He was a bit concerned when his hair started greying but when no one made fun of him at work he just started forgetting about it
  • Except when his colleagues annoy him. Then he blames it on them
  • He doesn’t have lots of friends, but those he has go back to school and he would trust them with his life
  • There was a rumour he was secretly married to Seraphina Picquery. They never laughed so hard together before the day they learned about it
  • They’re not even actual friends, but they do have a lot of respect for each other
  • They both think the other’s job is incredibly difficult and they wouldn’t want to exchange their places

Other headcanons :

Credence  Queenie  Newt  Tina Jacob


trade mistakes // panic! at the disco

Things I’ve learned from college admissions
  • your life must have a clean narrative with thematic connections and a moral to be acceptable
  • don’t waste time making friends with people who aren’t useful to you
  • if you like something it must be academic or else it’s useless
  • every experience you’ve ever had is subject to judgement by others to determine how intelligent you are
  • people who aren’t leaders/innovators are worthless
  • you should live your life according to the paperwork you’ll need to fill out
  • the primary purpose of helping others is to look good
  • everyone your age is your enemy. double for people who share your assigned gender and your race
  • suffering should either be ignored or treated as beautiful theatrics
  • the most successful people are those who can turn everything into personal profit 
  • people are interchangable and expendable
  • lying is not only acceptable but expected of you in the “real world”
  • I’m a fundamentally unpleasant mockery of a human because of the language I speak at home and the ancestors I have
Guys I really hate all this "try apps and get paid" like we all know that things don't work, like ever. So why do you insist on other people to do it? If you can't get a job or do something better with your life than posting that sh*t. well, let me tell you that you need help. We are here just to chill and have a good laugh not to try apps and never get paid + having a virus on our phone, thanks a lot. Bye ✌️

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Puzzleshipping mpreg but Yami is the one pregnant. He’s pregnant because when he was brought back post-canon, he was given a biologically female body, but still identifies as a man. 

Yugi being a supportive and wonderful partner to him and even offering to help him through a medical transition, (staying by his side, even helping pay for top surgery and stuff) 

Yami starting to transition, but getting pregnant even after a few months on T. 

Yugi crying when Yami’s voice starts to sound more like it did before, and reassuring him that he loves his voice however it is, but letting him know that he did miss it, at the same time. 

Yugi being the support and Yami being the pregnant one. 

…should I really continue my mercier x betty..thing?


February 16. Faultlines Progress. Guess what I did today?? That’s right, completed the most recent round of Faultlines revisions! Well, the hard part, anyway–I do most of my writing and editing by hand, so now I have to input all those changes into my laptop. That’s why I’m on the interwebz posting pictures, actually–my laptop is open. (This is why I do most of my writing by hand, tbh.) The top picture is the draft and the additions and the couple dedicated notebooks; the bottom one is photographic evidence of how many tiny Post-Its and tabbies I murdered in the name of YA science fiction this time around. Now I’m off to start inputting! 

has this been done yet? have i done this yet?

*slams fists on table*


idk i’m tired


some basic sketches and flats (which i was gonna paint but probably won’t have the time) for that Harry Potter AU i described a while back

EDIT: WOW I can’t believe how shitty some of these look in the thumbnail, click through for better quality images

Yours Is The Only Ocean - Esparafuso - Arctic Monkeys [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

H-hey… I wrote my first AM fanfic, for those who asked “Hey, why don’t you try writing?” so, yeah, it’s done. Again, my thanks to @alexturnerers who revised it and fixed my mistakes :) ❤️

im an adult but i talk like im five with my over-exaggeration of excitement and thankfulness and affection, but it’s only because i know what it’s like to feel like what im saying or doing isn’t important so i overdo it that way no one has to feel unwelcome around me like i used to feel around everyone else

anonymous asked:

Idea for Saphael Valentine: This Valentine's Day is Raphael's first one with a boyfriend(Simon) so being the perfectionist he is, he tries to make everything perfect, but Simon forgot about Valentine's so Simon has no clue why Raphael is trying so hard to be romantic?

Simon was confused. He had known that Raphael was a softie deep down and he wasn’t surprised that his boyfriend of two months actually had a thing for romantic gestures but he was still confused as to why it suddenly popped up today.

He had woken up in Raphael’s bed in the master suite of the Dumort - as was usual ever since they started sharing a bed about two weeks ago - and had been alone because his boyfriend always got up before the sun had settled and before the rest of the clan woke up. Simon had almost missed the folded piece of paper with a short but adorable message that rested on the pillow next to his and for some reason, this seemed to be the theme of the night:

Raphael always made sure to place a glass of blood on the nightstand for Simon before he left the room so his boyfriend wouldn’t forget to feed and this time there had been a slim vase with a single rose sitting next to the glass. There were a few rose petals sprinkled here and there in the suite - on the shelve above the bathroom sink or on the dresser that contained some of Simon’s clothes. Raphael had even gone as far as drawing a heart on the mirror in the bathroom that became visible when the room fogged up with the steam from Simon’s shower.

It was a little bit ridiculous yet absolutely endearing and Simon was horribly confused as to why this was happening. There had to be a reason for Raphael to act this way all of a sudden and not just out of some sudden romantic mood swing but he wasn’t too sure if he should outright ask about it and risk making a fool out of himself or hurting the other because he forgot something important.

He would have asked Clary for advice but she was on an important mission with the other Shadowhunters and therefore wouldn’t be available until the next night so the next best person to ask was Lily. Simon knew she was quite close friends with their clan leader, being his right hand made it obvious that there was a lot of trust, so she was probably more helpful than Clary could have been.

Simon knocked on Lily’s door and waited for her to invite him in before he slowly pushed the door open to step into the room, a nervous tingling in his stomach because he was pretty sure he would make a fool of himself. But he couldn’t just let this go on without figuring out what was going on but admitting it to Raphael was the last thing he wanted to do.

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my roommate was actually the sweetest person in the entire world and I still didn’t get along with her simply because we lived together and I can’t live with anyone because apparently my lifestyle is incompatible with anyone else’s

i’m still in love with lomonte  hades and persephone!au  and i just ???? i don’t know how i did it but i did?? anyway marco kinda turned fem!marco (not really on purpose woops but look at the lips aah) so QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD MARCO AYY


“Listen, Warren, I told you I’m sorry. Why don’t you believe me?”

It was one of the worst apologies Warren had ever heard in his life, but the lack of profanity and the desperate expression in Nathan’s eyes made it clear that he was being serious. Still, that did not change anything about what had happened, and it definitely did not make the pain in Warren’s chest go away. Since he had heard of the events at the last Vortex Club party, he had been feeling a strange mix of betrayal, jealousy and fear – just thinking about it made him nauseous.

“Fuck, Nate…”, Warren tried concentrating on something around his room or outside the window, anything to not have to look at that regretful look on his boyfriend’s face. He knew he would cave in and ignore his own feelings, like he always did. But this time, he was just fucking hurt. Pretending that it never happened seemed like a less torturous option for both of them, but Warren knew they needed to talk about this. He drew a deep breath and, not sure of what to say, just went with the first thing that came to his mind. “She shoved her tongue down your throat, Nate. And you didn’t do anything.”

“I- “

“No, wait, scratch that. Actually, you fucking went with it.”

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I don’t know why but I don’t want to think about space anymore.
I love the stars and the sky and the idea of leaving this godforsaken planet,
But I don’t want to learn about the galaxies anymore.

It’s like I saw the stars in your light blue eyes and now that they’re not mine to look at, I don’t want to see a single star at all.

It’s like I thought you were as beautiful as Orion under a 212 hour exposure but now I never want to hear the number 212 again.

It’s like I thought of you as a galaxy that had a much stronger gravitational pull than me and I was waiting for you to pull me in but you never did.

It’s like I can’t comprehend the difference between your smile and the four main moons of Jupiter because to me they’re just as shockingly beautiful.

It’s like you were the universe and I wanted to get to know every single inch of it.

It’s like you were the universe and I wanted to understand every part of it.

It’s like you were the universe.

And now I can’t handle looking at the universe anymore.

—  An Amateur Astronomers Heartbreak.