or just help

I just can’t help but think about how Louis is probably watching us all anticipating, hoping and longing for him to release his next single. A song he knows will kill us all because there will be so many deliberate and yet cautiously hidden messages about things he wants to share with us. Words he needs to tell us because they mean so much to him and he knows we will understand. I imagine him feeling nervous but so so excited for us to listen to each carefully selected word, for us to turn the volume up and to sing along to his beautiful voice and to cry and laugh because we hear you darling! Because if he could, he would tell us over and over not to worry and not to give up on him. Hoping, but never assuming, that we will stand by his side and that we will keep loving him. And to just hold on. Because it will be worth the wait…. 

some advice on fanfic comments

Ok so! If you’re like me and sometimes don’t know what to comment on fics, here are just a few suggestions on what to comment! From one fanfic reader to another… If you struggle with commenting, think of:

  • What was your fave moment/part of the fic? (e.g. reaction of a character, a scene etc.)
  • What was one of the writer’s headcanons that you really liked? (character’s relationships, location, family, actions etc.!)
  • What was your reaction to a particular part? (maybe something sad, cute or scary happened)
  • How do you feel after reading? (warm, happy, excited, torn to pieces?)

If you’re still unsure of what to comment or you worry about your comment being too short…. it’s okay! Just commenting that you love the writers work is good! The important thing is showing your support!

Something I advice you not to comment is: “When are you going to update?”. I know you’re excited but it’s not a decent thing to do when someone just posted… A better thing to do is to at least share your thought about the fic first and then ask that! :s

Finally, remember that no one can comment in your stead!! Never think “Loads of other people will comment , I don’t need to”. Because all those imaginary people you’re thinking of won’t comment!! 

just a bad dream, just a bad dream


@sukikobold said:

I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)

It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck

Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)

sana is under so much stress because she, as a muslim woc, grew up putting extra effort aka emotional labour into noticing, avoiding, handling and sometimes even taking care of White Feelings ( like the Fragile White Ego at the slightest hint of their racist behaviour ya know ), and not only for survival reasons ( fighting against her bullies ) but also for friendship. that is why she notices when her friends are upset and she knows how to talk to them and help.

as for her friends? their lack of effort put in this friendship other than a few texts without any follow up ( or the ‘i know you’re stressed but something good happened to me i want to talk about me :D’ text lmao ) shows an inability to perform emotional labour and thus failing in being Good Friends

and yes i’m saying it’s a White Phenomenon esp in this racial dynamic bc whites are so used to everything accommodating to them while poc constantly have to be aware of how we presenting ourselves as well as how people are perceiving us bc guess what we actually suffer from being ourselves more often than not and it’s ridiculous when we talk about it and whites still think we are just whining and spreading negativity

well guess what this is our lives try live in it for a second and imagine never getting to run away from it

I don’t understand the argument that Hanna & the kids have come to other races and not been photographed, so the fact that they were photographed this time somehow means it was intentional and they’re fine with it. The fact that they never have before shows that they do not want to be photographed. The presence of what appears to be a bodyguard in the pic, who appears to be objecting to it, shows that they do not want to be photographed. 

The fact that they have come to races before and very conspicuously avoided being photographed is all the more reason to assume they did not consent to this.  I’m sure they’ve walked from the motorhome to a car or whatever many times, but most people either respect Seb’s wishes or obey the bodyguard and don’t try to sneakily take pictures, because that’s a shitty thing to do. Just because one asshole managed to sneak a picture does not mean Seb has suddenly changed his very strongly held opinions. 

People saying he was asking for it by bringing them to Monaco - I guess he should never bring them to any race, because there’s always a chance someone will be a jerk and post sneaky pictures of innocent kids on the internet. Yeah, there is always a chance, but just because someone succeeded doesn’t mean you should help them invade his family’s privacy by spreading them all over!

If he’s suddenly fine with the kids being photographed this weekend, why weren’t they cheering him on in the Ferrari garage, or down in parc ferme to greet him or photographed openly in the paddock by real, accredited photographers? Probably because the real, legit photographers know they would be sued and blacklisted and lose their F1 press credentials in a heartbeat if they invaded Seb’s privacy against his wishes!

We don’t know for sure the circumstances of this one picture but we do know for an absolute fact that Seb has said over and over again for YEARS now that he fears for his family’s safety and that his privacy is very important to him.

So regardless of all the justifications and excuses you can think of, if there’s even a CHANCE that the picture was taken without his consent, the decent thing to do if you really respected his privacy would be to not spread pictures that 100% contradict EVERY SINGLE THING he’s ever said on the subject.

((ASK BOX CLOSED hoo wee u guys send asks fast holy shit man. i got a lot of good questions so bless yall! there were some that ive already answered so be sure to check the archive of the blog if u have a question! BUT i did get some asks i was about to send myself if no one asked so THANKKK YOUU!!))

anonymous asked:

I'm having a bad day, could I have some remus and sirius fluff?

While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.


A muffled what carried through the apartment.

“Why the fuck,” Sirius yelled, “do we have honey mustard?”

Lily screamed something unintelligible back.


A short silence ticked by before Sirius’ phone buzzed against the table countertop. He closed the fridge door and padded over on bare feet. Swiping his phone, Lily’s message popped up.

Lily: there wasn’t regular mustard at the store

Sirius: wtf ???


Sirius: HONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lily: fuck off u piece of shit

Sirius: hOnEy!!

Sirius stared at the screen, waiting for the dot-dot-dot bubble to show up. When no response came, he sent three middle finger emojis and a skull. He dropped his phone onto the counter and reopened the fridge, grabbing the blasted yellow bottle. All he wanted was a good sandwich, was that too much to ask?

Scowling, Sirius squeezed the mustard onto his cheese, drawing a half-dog, half-dragon. A barely audible pop! came from behind Sirius, followed by a loud sneeze.

“Finally come to apologize?” Sirius asked.

“I think that usually comes after you regret summoning me.”

Spinning on his heel, Sirius faced a handsome stranger. The person leaned against the kitchen wall and Sirius sent a silent prayer to the heavens that this wasn’t someone Lily had a “sleepover” with. Hot damn, that smirk was doing things to Sirius. And those curls! He looked like Corbin Bleu’s identical twin, except with shorter hair and a sharper jaw line.

“You’re not Lily,” Sirius blurted.

The stranger raised their eyebrows. “No. Did you mean to summon someone else? Where’s the symbol?”


“You know, the symbol you used to summon me,” the stranger spoke slowly.


Sirius, confused as hell, watched the beautiful stranger push himself off the wall. They walked to Sirius and looked down at the mustard drawing closely.

They shook their head and whispered to theirself. “Prongs is going to lose his shit when he hears this.”

Who the hell was Prongs? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Partner? Sirius thought he was a much better fit for this beautiful stranger than Prongs. What kind of name is that, anyway? Sirius’ name was much cooler and he was funny, smart, pretty — the whole package deal.

“Well, as fun as this was,” the stranger interrupted Sirius’ thoughts, “time for me to go. Word of advice, stop drawing weird shit with mustard. And get some real mustard.”

They don’t like honey mustard! Sirius was in love.

Tilting his head slightly down, Sirius gave his best flirty smile, “If it’s been fun, why leave now?”

 The stranger’s lips twitched upwards. “Demon’s don’t mix pleasure with business.”

They snapped their fingers and with a pop!, they disappeared in a small puff of smoke.

“You’re not the beautiful stranger.”

A different person stood in Sirius and Lily’s kitchen.

The new stranger pressed a hand over their heart in offense. “I’m beautiful!”

Sirius had researched demons and how to summon them for two weeks. He practiced the symbol over and over — it looked exactly the same on his sandwich as last time!

“Wait,” the demon stared at the sandwich, “holy shit, are you the sandwich dude? Who summoned Moony with mustard?” They grabbed Sirius’ hand, shaking it eagerly. “It’s a pleasure to meet the legend.”

“Is Moony the one with curly hair?”

The demon dropped Sirius’ hand. “Yup. That’s our Moony. Shit, I’m so excited to tell him about this.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared before Sirius could ask anything more.

Sirius opened his bedroom door, yawning. It had been a long day at the garage and he needed a shower. Kicking the door shut, he turned to his closet and screamed bloody murder.

“Hello to you, too,” Moony said, sitting on Sirius’ bed.

“What, how, you,” Sirius’ mouth opened and closed. He croaked, “What?”

Moony suddenly looked shy, hunching their shoulders in slightly to make himself smaller. “I can go if you want.”

“NO!” Sirius coughed and calmly repeated, “No.” He looked at Moony’s lips, watching Moony nibble his lower one. “Uh, no, you should stay. Uh, do you want something to…drink?”

Moony shook their head. “I have to leave soon.”

Sirius shuffled his feet, disappointment and excitement mixing inside him. Gathering courage, he walked over to the bed and sat next to Moony.

“How long do we have?”

“Maybe three minutes.”

Sirius smiled, staring into Moony’s tawny eyes. “We’ve got time.”

They spent four minutes talking faster than Sirius’ had ever talked in his life, covering as much ground as possible. They did a fact for a fact, sharing as much information as they were comfortable with. Moony strayed from talking too much about being a demon, other than they had been a human once. Sirius made them laugh twice and Sirius was preening like a fucking peacock.

“I have to go,” Moony said.

“Could we do this again?”

Moony hesitated. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please? I’ll keep drawing with mustard until I summon you.”

Rolling his eyes, Moony said, “I’ll think about it. Now go shower,” Moony reached out and brushed their thumb across Sirius’ forehead, “you’re covered in grease.”

Two weeks later, Prongs appeared and pushed Moony into Sirius before disappearing with a pop!.

Three months later, Sirius held Moony’s’ hand for the first time while they walked in a park.

Four months later, Moony kissed Sirius on the cheek and disappeared.

He appeared again seconds later and pushed Sirius against a wall, kissing Sirius like their life depended upon it.

Two months later, Sirius wrote I love you in mustard and handed the piece of bread to Moony.

(Prongs appeared soon after and hugged them both, crying about how beautiful they were)

Playing Roadhog is weird. You have two emotions. The first is unadulterated joy as you hook a Genji out of his ult, blow him into teeny tiny pieces, and wave to the friendly Mercy you just saved. Then the pocket heals start rolling in and life couldn’t be better.

The second is pure guilt as you hook the enemy Mercy. They were just trying to heal that same idiot Genji after he pushed up too far. Her team left her alone. It didn’t have to be like this.