love u oliver

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Hi Tay! I’m new to posting things on tumblr (normally I just stalk ur account in a non creepy way I swear) so this is really new to me?? I he no idea what I’m doing but HEY i made an olliness aesthetic! I love ur kids with all my heart and have been watching them grow and develop and I can’t wait for their story!! so ya! hope you like it? Love you and ur art very much xx

oliver, having a chill convo with a friend: haha, nah no one ever wants to date me - too much quidditch for most people, i’ll just focus on that, yknow? 

marcus, overhearing: 

moodboard - for @julietcapulct

happy birthday hollie! 🕊️

why flintwood?

 There are three main aspects as to why Flintwood draws me in so much as a ship - as a writer, they have to do with what canon gives us, and what canon allows us to build off of. I personally love expanding on minor characters that aren’t as constrained by canon; therefore this ship is writer’s gold for me. 

war & peace - named for one another;

Starting from last names, the connection between Wood and Flint is pretty obvious - one incites the other. Tie in their given names, where Oliver equates to peace, and Marcus referring to the Roman god of war. Now, JKR is always deliberate in names, and her choice most likely refers to peace winning out over war in the end (Oliver beating Marcus finally in POA). But this naming explicitly ties these two characters together in a way I love to explore. 

What is interesting to me, in rereading their characters, is that Oliver is the one who is emotionally charged, quick to anger and retaliation in the face of Marcus’ needling. Marcus, on the other hand, sticks to more snide remarks, and seems relatively calm, albeit amused by Wood’s reactions. Oliver is noted as capable of putting aside all other concerns in favor of winning, even other’s well being. Marcus, on the other hand, seems to place more value on having the strongest team. He practices sneaky tricks and physical fouls on the pitch, yes, but doesn’t seem to want to risk the overall well-being of his team. “Peace” and “War” aren’t apparent in their actions, nor their motives. Both are bent on winning - the ways they go about it aren’t the usual representation. One could argue diplomatic Cedric Diggory seems to match a picture of peace better than Oliver does. 

In shipping terms, their names may speak to initial conflict, but digging a little deeper in the meaning of their names brings surprising similarities. Oliver also has meanings of affection; Marcus, defense and tenderness. It’s this semi-meta that’s drawn me in - that under the surface there is so much more to their characters, and so much could grow in a potential relationship. It makes for a fascinating play on characterization. As canon doesn’t give us much past the standard traits (enthusiastic mentor of a captain, the surly rival, respectively), I always go back to their names when writing. 

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Tried my hand at drawing these three assholes.

These three assholes who I love.

so the person who got me into silkens is this wonderful woman named amy. she literally picked me up at my house and drove me in her car to meet jolene hicks and her silkens about a year ago. at the time, she had just one silken, a beautiful brindle boy from talisman silkens named finn. recently she got a clayborn puppy named trapper. 

anyway finn has been acting off for the longest time. constantly ill and in and out of the vet. amy has told the vet for literally two years that she feels like something bigger is wrong, but they never found anything.

finally, because he’s in so much pain he can’t move, the vet did an endoscopy and found a bleeding ulcer, something in his intestines, and possible signs of cancer. finn might not even make it through the night. 

i am absolutely heartbroken. finn was the first silken i ever met, and he’s only three years old! if something is bothering your pup, follow your gut and get it figured out. amy had to go to 4 different vets to make sure they figured out what it was. 

safarikalamari  asked:

OKAY SO I WANT TO SEND YOU LIKE ALL THE PROMPTS BUT I also want to give u stuff in return for taking a gander at them so like maybe I'll try to make edits in relations to the prompts you fill? Or whatever else you want?? ahhhh I'll try not to fill up too much of your inbox lol but for the Halloween one, I'd love to see your take on Flintwood for the strangers who hooked up one!!

ahh sorry for taking so long (this is for everyone in my inbox), the writer’s block has been real BUT

prompt: strangers who hooked up at a party while in costume but tbh i might be in love with you so i’m gonna walk this earth looking for the right woodland nymph


“You’re…looking for a nymph?” Terence asks quietly the next morning, Adrian groaning at his elbow and mumbling into the tabletop about hangovers.

Marcus keeps scrolling down his phone, searching through the university’s football roster. “Mhm.”

“Flint,” Terence sighs, rubbing a weary hand over his face, “Look, if I’m gonna help, I’m going to need more information.”

“He was wearing the weirdest leaf toga thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but it made his ass look amazing.” Marcus promptly replies, now clicking onto the hockey team’s roster. The man had said “sports”, which wasn’t much to go by.

“What’d he look like,” is what Marcus assumes Adrian mumbles into the wood.

“Brown hair. Brown eyes, I think. Almost as tall as me. Fantastic ass.”

Terence chokes on his coffee. “You said that before.”

“But it was phenomenal.”

“No first name? Last name? Mother’s aunt’s maiden name?” Terence tries, waving his arms exaggeratedly. The man accidentally smacks Adrian in the face and Marcus throws them both the finger.

“He was a bit preoccupied with his mouth.” Marcus grunts, and Adrian turns a bit green.

“Didn’t need to know that,” he mumbles before rushing off to the bathroom. Marcus would look affronted but he’s too busy scrolling through the invite list of the frat event on Facebook to pay attention to the retching sounds. 

He’d know the nymph by sight if only he could find him.

Can see the curve of his smile, the sharp cheekbones and the blazing way he’d stared Marcus down across the room, intent clear and solely focused on getting his goal. And Marcus can always appreciate a man who has his aim set and goes for it.

The oddly intimate conversation after tearing off each other’s clothes in a rush also fiddles in his head, makes him want more of the man’s presence.

“So he plays a sport,” Terence sighs, clearly resigned to Marcus not paying attention to anything else until he gets what he wants, “Check all the rosters.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing? S’not my fault this school is ginormous.”

His social media search turns up short, as do the school’s hockey, baseball, and football (well, he’d know, if the man was on his team). Without a name, Facebook doesn’t help, and the invite list from the frat was a no-go.

Marcus just needs to know, goddamn it. Needs to see if their sober conversation and touches will be as good as drunken ones.

Everything seems lost, all his extraneous routes across campus turning up short. Marcus laments the fact that maybe, maybe his mystery hookup goes to a different college. He’s not about to buy a ticket and scour all the nearby college towns - well, he would, but Terence wouldn’t let him.

Everything seems lost, until Marcus runs smack dab into Mr. Nymph at the campus bookstore, lukewarm coffee splashing over his shirt at the impact. The man’s papers fly all over the floor, and as he bends over to pick them up hastily, Marcus takes one look at that ass and makes all the connections.

“Shit, shit, sorry - I’ll pay for cleaning, I just-”

“It’s you.”

The brunet turns around, and Marcus is sure his face is splitting into the silliest grin, because he’d managed to find his mystery hookup, and said hookup is wearing a university sweatshirt with a bandage plastered haphazardly on his forehead. Score.

“Oh,” Brunet blinks, mouth fluttering open and closed for a bit before swallowing visibly, “Oh, hi.”

Marcus sticks out his hand, and immediately curses himself because who the fuck shakes someone’s hand after they’ve sucked their dick? “I’m Marcus. Flint, I mean.”

“I - uh - I know who you are,” Brunet mumbles, still straightening out his papers. Marcus is about to question him, before - “Quarterback, y’know.”

“Ah.” Marcus shuffles his feet and it suddenly hits him that maybe, if Brunet knew and didn’t bother to reach out then he might be on the wrong wavelength here. He can suddenly feel the drip of cooling coffee soaking through his shirt with heightened senses. There’s an awkward pause as the cashier stares at both of them, and Brunet is looking at his feet, and Marcus just holds his now-empty coffee cup, unsure of where this is going.

Until the man sticks out his own hand, roughly, and blurts, “I’m Oliver Wood. I - uh - play baseball.”

“But you’re not on the roster.” Marcus says, furrowing his brow.

“Just transferred. This semester,” Oliver explains, quick - and then he frowns and says, “Wait, you tried to find me?”

“Um.” Marcus says intelligently.

But all it does is cause a grin to split over Oliver’s face, bright. Marcus isn’t sure what he’s done to cause Oliver to go from avoiding his gaze to looking like an eager puppy, but he’s willing to go along with it. Oliver’s smile makes his heart all aflutter. Cute.

“I just thought you’d only want a one-time thing, given - well, given,” Oliver says, “Not that, that’d be bad! I just - might want…more?”

The color that spreads across his face is a brilliant red, and Marcus stammers for a good ten seconds because his blush is blooming pink on his cheeks. The cashier pops his gum slowly, glancing in between them.

“Yeah,” Marcus amends, trying to cover up his stunned silence and keep his happiness from leaking out from his pores, “More sounds good to me, too.”

Oliver’s smile, if possible, spreads tenfold. “Why don’t we go get you out of that shirt?”

The cashier drops his scanner, and Marcus smirks.

anonymous asked:

hi!!! first of all i love love looove ur art and i???? love how u use the 1st person present tense. idk. i just. love it. i was wondering what color oliver's eyes were?? bc sometimes they look grey and sometimes they look a little bluer??? sorry if you've already answered this!!

THANK YOU OMG!!!!

They are blue!!!!!! My blue eyed BBY boy love u oliver