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yea. a lot of ks fans have even made a joke of how everyone switches from YOI to ks because they both have gays, which imo is the biggest shower of how a lot of YOI fans really just wanna fetishize gay people
Hiiiii! Uh I just wanted to ask you if you could do a witch au fic rec?? Because I know you reblogged one but when I tried to look at the other ones in the list it redirected me to a blog that was empty ??? And I don't know if it happened only to me or something but yeah. If you could help me with the fic rec it would be amazing !! Uh have a nice day !
Witch AU Fic Rec
I deeply wish there were more witch (specifically witch!harry) fics in the world. it’s my favorite trope, but for now these beautiful stories will have to do. these fics are a mixture of witch!harry and witch!louis, other magical creatures, and some magical realism
Harry has been alive for decades, and yet he’s never been as confused and dumbfounded. He’s a witch, for God’s sake. Can’t get much weirder than all the magical things he’s experienced throughout his lifetime. Never in a million years, however, would he have expected to be mere inches away from a hybrid.
Harry is a witch who’s still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.
americans didnt necessarily come home from war and say “phew, that was a good war, wanna fuck?” but rather were so surrounded by pride and prosperity that they thought the future would be ‘all uphill from here’, so lets make more of the future (beacuse people tend to manifest their vision of the future in babies, or see babies as the personification of the future, just as alfred f jones is the personifcaton of the united states)
but, the personification of the united states, mr alfred f jones, probably felt a similarly different way…
America plopped down onto a royal rounded armchair with a breath and sigh. He relaxed his tense shoulders and said “Phew,”
“that was a good war.”
His allies, whom he was sharing a waiting room with, did not seem to be as excited as he. In one corner, Britain sat on a stool leaning over and tending to an injured France, who lay collapsed on a chaise longue. Neither payed him any mind. France only pressed his ice-pack higher on his bloody forehead. England might have shot his eyes in America’s direction, without turning to fully look at him, in an unbelieving squint; it was unclear, as no one saw.
Russia, who leaned next to the tall darkwood door, patiently waiting for nothing, kept a frown to his face and sent his eyes to where the comment came from.
“Shut up America.”
“Look at your allies,” He continued.
“We’ve been devastated. War isn’t a game”
America crossed his arms and looked away from everyone, like a child.
“I was just saying that some of us haven’t gotten out very often and needed a bit of exercise.”
“Ah, the hero needed exercise…” Russia’s eyes widened mockingly.
“Stop it you two.” Britain turned his chin to his shoulder to tell them.
Then, just as America was muttering “Ungrateful prick started it” under his breath, a wooden BANG came from inside the audience chamber they were waiting outside of.
Germany was inside there, they knew, being judged by their own bosses. The four had just left the negotiations of the Allied Control Council Conference in Potsdam, Germany, and had retired to Sanssouci, where a more intimate trial would be given. They were now waiting for the final verdict just outside the room of judgement. After what they saw and heard while in there, the ACC nations could only imagine what was happening to Germany right then.
The following week the four nations were scheduled to have dinner together before their departures the next morning.
“Kinda fucked up how Germany had to split up again huh” America sloshed his drink in the warm candle-lit tavern.
“You care about the fool?” England hunched over his meal, to bring his face incredulously close to America’s.
“Fuck that Nazi,” America said, as if preposterous to think otherwise, “I just feel for him you know, its hard to split up.” He finished, shoving a forkfull of wurst into his mouth.
Russia touched an ache on his ribs and stared off to the side.
Too quickly, then, was he torn from his thoughts, as he heard a shriek from across the table.
“Get your bloody hands off of me!” England pushed America’s face until he was completely pressed against the wall of the booth.
“Sorry!” America laughed, a bit pink in the cheeks. “I can’t help it! It’s hot in here!”
England zipped out from his seat, placed some bills on the table and said,
“Russia, oh big big Russia, would you pppplease keep an eye on him for me.”
Obviously a little tipsy himself, if he would really think of leaving those two alone together on such political terms. And he went to go to bed early, as France had done.
When Russia looked back, America was chuckling across from him, with a devilish glint in his blue eyes. That’s just the lights, Russia told himself.
America ordered another round of drinks, vodka this time.
Words: 871 Warnings: None Summary: If Scanlan had been at all uncertain of his mental state, he would have thought he’d imagined it. But his time with Kaylie on the road had been better for his head than nearly anything else he’d done in the past several years, and that’s why his stomach knotted at the tense, hoarse whisper of, “Jenga,” clear as day into his right ear.
(Even if it he’d imagined that, he couldn’t have imagined the eruption of voices cursing Vax’ildan’s name immediately following it.) ——- Or, the one where Scanlan ends up accidentally sitting in on one last botched mission, whether he wants to or not.
Ao3 Mirror (x) I had to redirect this link through my blog to make sure it shows up in the tags, so his link isn’t going to work on mobile, sorry about that! The actual url is archiveofourown.org/works/10915089.
If Scanlan had been at all uncertain of his mental state, he would have thought he’d imagined it. But his time with Kaylie on the road had been better for his head than nearly anything else he’d done in the past several years, and that’s why his stomach knotted at the tense, hoarse whisper of, “Jenga,” clear as day into his right ear.
(Even if it he’d imagined that, he couldn’t have imagined the eruption of voices cursing Vax’ildan’s name immediately following it.)
He’d cut his ties, he reminded himself, taking a long drink from the mug in front of him. Kaylie shot him a look and asked him something, but with the cacophony of seven other voices in his ear he couldn’t process a word. Funny, he used to be so good at that.
“I asked if your ale’s bad too, you look like you just drank piss. This has to be the most watered down shit I’ve ever had— you’d think they’d give better to the people that filled their tavern tonight.”
Scanlan gave a distracted hum in response, a vague affirmative to a question he’d only half heard. He was too busy trying to pick out voices, trying to figure out what was going on, trying to figure out why there were seven— who the hell was the seventh, he didn’t recognize the voice, did they just make another fucking earring and hand it off to the first jackass to walk up and replace him— but all the voices went quiet when Vax spoke again in a strained whisper.
“I’m in the room with the balcony. It’s definitely this guy. Come get him before he finds me in the fucking wardrobe. He’s out in the hallway now, get in here and take him out before he walks in and finds me—”
The old, instinctive tug of a call to action almost made Scanlan stand up without thinking about it. He caught himself at the last moment possible, one hand braced on the table, the other hand reaching for his flute. When he realized what he was doing, he froze, mentally berating himself as he settled back down. Kaylie frowned at him this time.
hey guys ! i’ve put up some lgbt themed alien merch on redbubble in honor of pride month (even though it’s quickly coming to an end). it has bi, trans, gay, lesbian, and pan options. shirts, stickers, totes, ect are all available. i’d appreciate it a lot as i do need the money !
@ the person who just sent a disgusting anon message and has refreshed the home page of my blog 6 times now hi i see you and your ip address there and im in a petty mood so refresh one more time and lets see what happens lm a o
Time has always been a funny concept to Tobirama. It’s constant in its presence and it’s always disproportionate to the moment. It sludges like a tar during his grimmest moments, and cascades like fine sand in an hourglass during his happiest. Nothing escapes the effects of time. Sometimes, Tobirama looks at his walking companion and forgets that Kagami only used to reach his shoulder.
Now, it makes him smile to admit that he has to tilt his neck the tiniest bit upwards to meet Kagami’s eyes. He never really grew out of his chubby cheeks, but his jaw has broadened out. It’s obvious that Madara has a hand in Kagami’s growth. It shows in his skills, his values, his stubbornness. His childish optimism, his sharp humour, and his elastic intelligence – that’s all Kagami.
His insistence at kicking out Tobirama out of his office, and walking him home when it gets past ten – that’s all Kagami too.
“Concept,” Kagami announces. “I’m wearing the Hokage hat. You’re my number one advisor. We’re watching through the tower window as a bunch of kids are screeching and playing. Adults are bartering. All five major villages are allied. Shinobi fatalities is at its lowest, and our village is thriving.”
Tobirama scoffs. “Impossible.”
That curls a pout out of Kagami. “That I’m Hokage?”
Summary: 2012 angst where Dan starts sleeping around after breaking up with Phil and Phil hates every minute of seeing Dan with another boy or girl. In short, they end up fucking.
The admins are working on fixing all the links themselves, as steampunkhowell keeps redirecting to porn blogs, but its not been as easy as we though, so please give us some more time to fix those links on our blog!
This is very long overdue (and also just very long).
This post, and any subsequent FAQ posts, will be tagged as #faq for mobile access, and I will display the tag and a link to this post in my blog description. I will also be making a page for this on my blog, and maybe reblog it at intervals for exposure.
Please read this thoroughly before asking me any questions or sending any messages. I will redirect some questions (not all) to the FAQ if the answer is there; otherwise, they will be deleted.
Updated: July 14th, 2017
What pronouns do you use?
They / them, please!
Do you mind if we call you by your birth name?
If you know it, not particularly - most people do. It’s not a matter of being triggered or feeling dysphoria if I’m not called Richtor, it’s just personal preference.
Have you searched my blog via the search function?
If you have not answered “yes” to all those questions, please do so before sending me any requests for spells, resources, or lists.
Half the time, I already have lists for what is being asked for, which are readily available to those that take the time look for them. I promise you, you will likely find the stuff faster if you look for it on your own, instead of waiting whatever amount of time it takes for me to see your ask, compile the links, then answer your ask.
Most of the links I provide are things that I find on my blog - I search my own blog to provide the resources you ask for. It is all already there.
What is _____ used for?
Have you searched my blog for that answer?
Have you checked Google for that answer?
Most of these messages are able to be Google’d. Sometimes I *do* Google them myself, just to try to prove a point. Especially when phrased such as “uses for _____” (which are pretty impersonal and don’t make me feel nice btw, I’m not an answer machine).
Commonly, in regards to crystals and herbs, typing “metaphysical properties of _____” into Google will help you find what you are looking for.
What does _____ term mean?
Same as above.
If I can use Google to find the answer, why don’t you just do it for me?
Because it isn’t my job to do so. Because I don’t believe I should spoon feed people these types of answers anymore, when they’re already so readily available. Because it is promoting more and more of those types of questions, and I am not very happy to answer them anymore.
Because I believe it is important that magic users know how to do research on their own, and to actually do so; to me, it is a super important and personal part of the craft, and I don’t believe there will be a lot of growth if you are not putting any effort into it yourself.
The bottom line is - I have allowed a certain type of behavior on this blog go on for far too long, and that is my own error. I should’ve been a bit more severe on my boundaries, but I wasn’t, and now a lot of people expect certain behavior and questions answered of me.
Now, however, I am putting my own boundaries as a person first before my desires for this blog, and even that is still before those that follow this blog. Basically, I’ll do what I want on my own blog, because it is my blog; what I offer to do is up to me, what I actually do is up to me.
This list has broken links, will you fix them?
Eventually, I’m sure.
What do we do in the meantime?
Use what is already there; I make my lists as full as I do in case stuff like this happens, so you still have options.
You can search for that post on my blog, it most likely will be on there. If not, go to Google, type “site:tumblr.com [name of post] [old blog name of poster],” and generally that pulls up some reblogs of that post on other blogs.
Otherwise, I may have found the content too triggering to post, or I was otherwise uncomfortable answering it or posting it. That list is not extensive, and there are lots of other things I find myself not comfortable answering.
I may not be on Tumblr when your ask gets sent, and therefore it won’t get responded to right away. I also have other things to do outside this blog, and may be busy.
There are some circumstances where I am on mobile, and I need to wait for desktop access to provide a proper answer and/or resources.
Sometimes I don’t have an answer to give; in these cases I may try to redirect you to other blogs, or ask my followers to provide advice if they can, but depending on the ask’s nature (i.e., if it can be triggering), I may just delete it.
I also have had instances of missing asks - where someone sends in a three part ask and I only get one and three - I won’t answer those sorts of things unless I have all the pieces. Tumblr is notorious for eating asks; I may not have gotten it in the first place.
There are cases where I’m just not in the mood to talk about something, so I won’t. Sometimes I try to leave it for later; if I know I will never get around to answering it, it just gets deleted.
Why do you just delete stuff you don’t want to answer?
Because it is still my blog, my ask box - I still have control over it and decide what I answer and what I post.
Aren’t you a resource blog? Don’t you *have* to help us?
No I am not a resource blog, not by my own definition. My blog was never made for it to be a resource for other people, ever. It may have become that, sure, but that was never my desire or intention. I have always used my blog as a way for me to gather information I care to know about, for my purposes; the fact that other people get use out of it too is just a side effect.
I never once bound myself to answering every question I got. I may try to help, yes, and am glad to in most situations, and while I may offer something I am still free to retract that offer whenever I wish. I am not obligated to answer asks. Again, this is still *my” blog, first and foremost. I am not getting paid to be here, I am doing what I do for free, at the cost of my own time and energy; ultimately I decide how I spend it in the end.
Why don’t you post asks you’re not comfortable answering, with messages saying so?
Because it clogs the dash, for one thing. I honestly don’t really care to either. Why would I post it if it still makes me uncomfortable? I do not need to justify that for anyone, or provide reasons for not doing so.
I am going to send you asks, asking why I haven’t been answered!
Okay, but I’m deleting them.
I am going to resend you my ask in the messaging system!
You really think pestering me to give you an answer is going to get you your answer faster? No; it’s just going to give you a snippy response, if one at all.
Can you open your submit box so we can share you things?
Sadly, no. I have had unsavory things sent to my submission box in the past, so it will never be open again.
Are sigil / spell / tarot reading requests open?
No; they have not been for a while, honestly.
If they are, I will make a post about it, change the information in my blog description, as well as the text for the ask box.
Trust me, when they are open, you will know.
Can I send a request in now for you to get to when they are open?
Nope, I don’t pre-book slots. These will just be deleted, as I feel it’s pretty disrespectful to still send in requests for a future time when they’re closed.
What if I miss the next time you have them open?
If you care that much about getting something done by me, you can receive notifications on mobile for when I post, so you would not miss the post saying I am taking requests for such things again.
Or, you know, regularly visit my blog to see.
I know your requests are closed but it’s an emergency, can you help?
I will likely send you to someone else who has similar services open.
You said requests are closed, but you still did something for so-and-so?
Yep, because I chose to; I decided I wanted to do that and so I did it. I will choose who I offer my services to, when I want to, and will not be made to feel guilty or bad for denying it when I don’t want to or feel able to do so.
I don’t think you guys understand - last time I opened requests, for maybe half an hour, I got over thirty of them. Sigils take about a half hour for me to do, from first sketches to digital format. That is over 15 hours of work, that I offer to do for free, on top of whatever else I may have going on in my life. I often can’t keep up with the amount of requests that come in, which is why they often stay closed.
Why don’t you do a limit to the number of requests?
It is something I am thinking of doing, yes, but it will still be when I feel up to doing so, and not a moment sooner.
Promos and Casting Spells
Can you do a promo for me?
Depends - have we ever interacted before outside of you asking me to promo you?
If “no,” then I will most likely not promo you.
Because I don’t know you, and you’re basically asking a stranger if you can use their follower count as exposure for your own biz. I don’t appreciate my blog trying to be used as advertising, particularly if you have never interacted with me before on Tumblr.
If your first and only time talking to me is to ask for a promo, I am not going to be very inclined to do that for you.
Regardless, I still post what I want on my own blog, and sometimes I’m just not in the mood.
You reblogged a promo post for this person!
Yep, because I chose to - that was my decision to make for what I wanted on my blog, and I made it.
Most likely, these people are my friends, and we’ve talked beforehand and I’ve *offered* to do that for them; they don’t ask me.
Will you cast spells for me?
Same as above.
I have limited energy to do the things I need to in my own life. Sometimes I need to conserve what I have to do what I need to do - I can’t go around casting spells for every person that asks.
You offered to do a spell for this person!
Yep, because that was my own choice - I decided I wanted to. I will not be guilt tripped or forced into doing something I don’t want to do.