At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare
whenever ppl get all “Jfc can’t LGBT+ ppl go 1 day without mentioning the fact that they’re LGBT+? Can’t they just have a Normal Conversation???”
Yes, actually, we can.
We are very, very capable of not bringing it up. Many of us have to in order to be safe around family, etc.
When around friends we usually let our guards down a bit bc it’s fucking exhausting.
So, sorry* that every once in a while you have to hear your LGBT+ friends talk about something that impacts their lives greatly.
Sorry* that when a large portion of talks probably have something to do with love life, we may bring up our own to add to the conversation.
Sorry* that when a large portion of talks involve hardships that come with life, we may bring up our own to keep the topic alive.
Sorry* that you have to Put Up with your “friends”. Must be so difficult.
*word used in a sarcastic manner because we shouldn’t have to apologise for jack shit
I believed in the wrong people. By the time I realized it, the damage was already done.
The Director's ghost:
You mean the damage on Florida? That you caused? By BLOWING IT UP?! I didn't tell you to blow up a fucking state, Price. I just wanted you to delete his data from our system but NO, you had to go the EXTRA mile!
I’ve made a great life for myself by being creativity carefree and making a living from it and by doing this I knew finding love would have its difficulties. I’m tired of people only loving me simply because I make their life interesting or because I excite them or because I introduce them to a new perspective or lifestyle. I’m not a come up, I’m a woman. I want to be loved genuinely, not conveniently.
- HIS 👏🏼 FALSETTOS👏🏼
- his answers are always so well constructed like he’s thought of it so many damn times
- always thinking abt previous years
- is serious when he needs to be
- the way his eyes light up when talking abt dance during hope on the street
- how he has gallant set as his phone lock screen
- into interior designs
- the mnet butterfly fancam
- how he will always cheer on the members, even if they complain abt how loud he is
- “hobi is hungry!!!” precious 3rd person narratives
- how he does the peace sign and bends them in a rly cute way
- the way he holds his mic w his index finger pointed out
- how he’s aware he’s a flower
- being hyper behind the HopeOnTheStreet™ towel
- vocally appreciating joon’s vocals
- resting his arms over his head when he sleeps
- heart eyes @ every member (esp jimin)
- “just looking @ kim taehyung’s face is funny”
- how he’s yoongs energizer
- the lowkey mix of singing and rapping together
- knows he can’t act so he just quietly sits there
- his bony long ass fingers
- acts like he’s being fast-forwarded while cleaning up the dorm
- has leader qualities within him
- how he looks extra hot when he wakes up
- a rare talent: making tae feel flustered
- “hello~ im your hope~ im your angel~ im jhope!!” deserves the best self intro award
- HOW HE HOLDS HIS CHEEKS W HIS CUTE HANDS
- underrated rbf
- will say he’s full but will also be eating 1m later
- puns (soda, melOn, osaka)
- how he randomly sings while preparing meat
- his edits when their twt reaches a million milestone
- moving his hips like it ain’t any1s business
- cute bear brick collection
- where is his credit for helping w choreos
- if his members constantly telling you tht hobi’s the best dancer in the group doesn’t give him a reason to be in the centre of dance parts…….you need to wake up
- i appreciate hobi’s effort in doing bungee jump n scary stuff but he’s actually scared,,why does he need to prove smth by jumping w so much stress n fear??? he’s even stiff when standing on the balcony like does tht not scream HES NOT OK W HEIGHTS to ppl?? when will this stop
I'm sad you finished the Bokuroo week, you draw them so rarely now and I just miss my boys so much
anon please don’t try to guilt trip me into drawing more bokuro that’s kinda very rude I realize no one really reads tags so I’m gonna just say it here again - as I mentioned before, this period is really damn busy for me because for whatever reason all my fandoms and ships have decided to hold their ship weeks all together in the span of 20 days and I’m a sucker for this kind of events which means I wanna participate in everything and end up being unable to put actual effort in everything else for a while
THAT SAID how productive I am with a specific ship depends a lot on how much they’re appearing in the main story (currently in the bokuros’ case it’s a very pretty round zero), how responsive/respectful the fandom is when I do post about them (the bokuro fandom is amazing!!! Everyone around it that still keeps on trying to make it about other ships and turn my art into something it’s not supposed to be, not so much) and how much content for said ship I can consume through the fandom/how easily accessible it is (there’s very little content for bokuro in general and try and look for stuff in the tags it’s all about other ships/ot3s or ot4s/unrequited or past-relationship/tagged-but-only-as-brotp)
I really, really, really love that ship a whole damn lot still, trust me, but when I have so little inspiration coming from anything that could give it to me and at the same time I got other ships making me super creative, I’m naturally bound to produce less for it. I’m not abandoning it, I’m just asking you to be patient when my creativity doesn’t happen to be focused on them for a while
A small continuation of Charlie Weasley’s life story. Picks up where I left off here.
A few years after the war, while the Weasley clan and the Ministry of Magic itself is still reeling and trying to figure out the right ways to proceed, Charlie is working at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and trying to plan his next step. Ideally, he’d be working with his hands, absorbing himself in his work as completely as he did when he was working with dragons. It’s been nice, though, being so close to everyone, and to be on hand when George needs someone to cry to.
The family is having Sunday dinner, everyone’s a little tipsy,and an idea begins to form in Charlie’s head while Ron is telling the dragon at Gringrotts story again.
The institutionalized fear, concealment, and killing of dragons…What if that never had to happen again? What if there were a place for dragons in England? What if we had a sanctuary so we could stop illegal trading?
What if I could protect them?
The problem isn’t so much the traders individually, because they buy and sell whatever they can get, it’s the fact that all of it is done underground and everyone - dragons, buyers, and sellers - ends up hurt. What if the laws meant to protect wizards and muggles alike from the dangers of unchecked dragon populations were shifted? What if no one had to be caught in that cycle anymore?
It takes a couple of frantic days and sleepless nights, but very soon, Charlie has drawn up a detailed plan for a ranch similar to the one he’d worked in Romania, but adjusted for England’s stricter rules. Thought it’s a little known, due to his quiet, relaxed aura, Charlie is just as nerdy as Percy, and just as thorough. The plan is complete with visual aids, and list after list after list of to-do’s, and S.M.A.R.T. goals.
An important piece of the plan is, of course, his partner in crime. Who would he want by his side in this, but the only other dragon-crazy git in England?
He stops by Hagrid’s hut late one evening, crazed with the sleeplessness of planning, and lays out everything he wants the ranch to be, how beautiful a place for dragons to breed, recover, and live in safety, away from Muggles and Ministry laws. How the two of them could work with dragons full time, always. Live and breathe their shared passion.
Hagrid agrees, of course, and Charlie takes the plan to his favorite sister-in-law, who happens to be the Head of the new and improved Department of Magical Creatures.
Hermione says that if they can get the funding together, the project really would make sense for everyone.
It takes a year or two of intense planning, campaigning, budgeting, and eventually using the funds from the deserted Lestrange vault, where the dragon who had started the whole idea in the first place, had been contained for so many years, but the ranch dream becomes a reality.
Hagrid and Charlie work together as a seamless team, buying dragons and dragon eggs off of illegal traders, living on the ranch in a cottage designed for the rural life the two of them were embarking upon.
A few Shield Charmers come to the open field they’ve chosen for the project, set up a big enough space for the creatures to fly free, without bothering the people nearby, and it begins.
Dragon-related crime stalls in its tracks, and dragon-related incidents affecting both wizards and muggles stop entirely. The ranch, this crazy dream, is working.
Charlie works with dragons of all ages, sizes, temperaments, and breeds; grows orchids in the back garden; learns to cook simply but deliciously, and enjoys the rough, real work.
He and Hagrid get close, of course, working and living so closely together, and Charlie is more comfortable with this arrangement than he’s ever been with anything ever. The work, and his partner in crime, fill him a purpose and inner peace he’s sure is what everyone must be looking for in romance.
The biggest problem with this boy
is that he doesn’t seem to believe
that he’s beautiful.
This is a problem, of course,
because he knocks the wind out of you
every time he so much as looks at you
and you can’t help but think
that if he understood his own radiance
he would never touch you
Well hello @mizjoely!😉 I love this, thanks! And I even did a bit of research. (Sherlock would be proud lol) And just FYI this is setup as non-established sherlolly.
“But I always try to get the 800 thread count,” Molly argued weakly. “Doesn’t that mean it’s good?”
“Oh, Molly,” Sherlock drawled with a low chuckle. “Come with me.”
He spoke authoritatively as they walked down his hallway. “Thread count alone is hardly an indicator of quality. The fiber content, weave, and even where it’s made are just as important, if not more so. Personally, I only buy 800 thread count, sateen weave, organic pima cotton sheets from Italy. That is quality.” He stopped at his bed and gestured to it. “Go on, try it.”
“What…now?” She frowned, looking back and forth between him and the bed.
“You won’t regret it,” he stated confidently.
Hesitantly at first, Molly climbed under the blankets and lay back against the pillow which, not surprisingly to him, produced a sigh from her lips.
“My God,” she breathed and looked at him wide eyed. “Is this made of pima cotton or melted butter?!”
Sherlock stood by and grinned as she continued to make herself comfortable. Oh yes, he thought to himself, bringing up the subject of how to choose quality bedding was definitely a good idea.