calligraphy apart from cursive brush font/skinny brush print— like dotted, bubble letters, blocked + striped, etc
shared google docs where everyone pours forth their knowledge on one subject, correcting tidbits from grammar errors to misunderstood facts and, in turn, creating a free study resource for anyone to use
The last picture of my collection display I took was a little old, so here’s a new one ! There’s still plenty of room for figures but I have no idea where I’ll put the two upcoming Kuttari plush, which I really should pre-order soon. Maybe on the lowest shelf with the larger plushies ?
With this small project I want to celebrate two things that I am really passionate about: pride month and music. No matter what colors we identify with, we are real, we are valid and most of all, we are proud to show them to the world!
I’ve been replaying Skyrim the past few days and have gotten really into it again. This is my new Argonian boy, Ilas-Mina.
Unfortunately think he’ll be replacing Skhall for awhile, because Skhall we generally a pretty boring character to begin with and I made him after not having touched Skyrim in years… Now I’m hooked on this dude.
What I’ve got for him so far is that he probably came from Wasseek-Haleel within Black Marsh and fancied the written word more than the other arts his tribe were involved with. He collects all types of books and hides them away in his sewer home in Riften. He’s also involved with the Thieves Guild and is somewhat of a Highwayman… after all he’s a reptile, he’s got that sweet sweet addiction to shiny objects and definitely hordes…
This may get long but I will do my best to reign my ramble-y self in. (tl;dr at the end)
Names faces and some details have been changed to protect the innocent and prevent more harassment.
My little brother(in-law…known from here out as LB) told me about a decent sized FB group devoted to a type of collectible we are both into. I join the group and he tells me about this great deal he took part in. The group has sponsored vendors a.k.a. people who throw a few bucks at the group’s mod and they get a shiny star saying everyone should trust them…keyword should.
If you go to uni in London check out the wellcome collection reading room, it has armchairs, sofas etc and my personal favourite the beanbag covered stairs, I spent an hour lying on a beanbag typing up some work 👌👌
Ace Fred Weasley II would get one of those prank cans that when opened would create an explosion of purple and black glitter with an Ace Pride flag; he sets it off at Weasley Family Dinner to come out. Afterwards, his father is so supportive that he creates a new line of Pride gear at WWW -R
Fred II has been wanting to come out as asexual for a while now. But he wants to come out to his parent’s first, and he wants to do it in just the right way. Inspiration is slow to strike, but it’s okay. Fred’s good at waiting. He’s the kind of kid who can be the life of the party when he wants, but otherwise can go pretty unnoticed - useful for collecting all types of information that he absolutely never uses to blackmail his cousins into doing all sorts of hilarious things. Point being, Fred is patient. He wants to come out. Wants to share this with his parents. But he can wait until the time is right.
Fred really went into the muggle store on a dare. Turns out that the prank shop was a goldmine. Fred II walks out with an exploding prank can and a huge grin on his face. Dinner tonight is going to be the best. With a little creative spellwork, he transforms the green shamrocks into purple and black glitter and the snake into an ace pride flag. He’s finally ready.
The flag hovers over the table and in the brief moment of silence - a rare occurrence indeed - Fred II wonders if this was really the best way to come out. Or maybe he should have come out to just his parents. He’d just gotten so excited and wanted to share it with everyone at once -
“I KNEW it!” Rose roars, standing triumphantly up. “Pay up, suckers!” And suddenly money is being quickly exchanged between all of his cousins.
“I don’t -” Uncle Ron is saying before Hermione cuts him off, reminding him that it’s the ace pride flag.
Uncle Harry, who’s sitting the closest to him, slaps his back in a friendly manner. “Welcome to the Club,” he says. “Charlie’s president, so we don’t meet much since he’s away all the time,” he smiles and winks. Fred rolls his eyes.
Grandma is leaning over past grandpa and reaching towards his wrist. “Oh, really, now, Fred. You know I love you,” she says before turning to Teddy to give him a pointed glare. “What exactly was wrong with just coming out? Now you’ve turned it into a competition between everyone, nearly giving me a heart attack every time someone comes out,” she admonishes.
Teddy simply winks and gives him a thumbs up, a gesture James copies.
“Thanks, Fred!” Rose grins, stuffing her pockets full of money, clearly having taken the largest share of the pot from their cousins. “Oh, and congrats on finally coming out.”
“She means thanks for trusting us enough to come out to us,” Hugo corrects, starting a small bickering match between his sister and himself.
And then Fred is being enveloped in a ginormous hug from his father, who doesn’t bother to say anything.
Mum quirks an eyebrow at him once his dad has quit hugging him, a huge grin still on his face. “Is that all spelled? You know we’re going to talk about that later. But I’m proud of you for telling us,” she says with the barest hint of a smile.
Two weeks after Fred II comes out, and dad drags him to the shop.
“Dad, I’ve seen the new puking pastilles. The old ones were better.”
“Pish posh,” dad says cheerily. “Besides, this is something new. Just wait here.”
Fred rolls his eyes but stands obediently where his dad asks, near the front of the shop.
“Ta-da!” dad shouts, while at the same time the shop briefly flashes purple, black, and gray, before the color goes right again. Streamers burst down from the ceiling and mini-pride-colored-fireworks go off (one in the shape of a dragon, which Fred files away to absolutely get one of those), and then several new stands pop up in the store. Fred recognizes various pride colors amongst the stands: aro, ace, bi, gay, lesbian, pan, genderqueer, trans, and nonbinary. Others he doesn’t recognize but has no doubts they’re pride-related.
Dad pops down from upstairs right next to Fred, apparating even though he only had to go down a few stairs. “Look,” he says, dragging Fred along the stands. “Candy that lets you breathe a burst of fire in the pride color you buy, some of those cool exploding cans you found that burst into pride flags, plain hats that turn the wearer into your pride colors of choice, pins to show your pride that disappear after a day, lollipops that make the person eating them spout out random messages of support and understanding, and - okay, yes, there are puking pastilles here, but they give you multi-colored pride puke. Not very useful for getting out of class but good for grossing your friends out. It’s not everything, either, just my start! I’m going to offer a permanent pride line here,” dad presents, a huge grin on his face.
Fred lets everything sink in slowly. He feels the grin slowly spreading across his face. “Oh. Dad. I have so many ideas,” he says.