this one's better though

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So instead of doing anything else, I got obsessed with the Howls Moving Castle AU.  

Harry Naming His Children

I just can’t stop thinking about James and Sirius and Remus in the afterlife, watching over Harry. And when he has his first child, James and Sirius are ecstatic that Harry chooses to name him after them. And Remus smiles benevolently and doesn’t say anything of course, but maybe feels just a tad left out. Sirius can tell and he pats him on the shoulder, saying, “Next time! You’ll see!” 

And then next time arrives and what does Harry choose? Albus Severus. And Remus understands, and he’s really not upset. But Sirius is. Sirius just cannot believe that Harry would choose to name his son after Snivellus, the man who had made his godson’s and his own life miserable (so what if he loved Lily), before he honored Remus. Remus, who had been a mentor and friend to Harry. Remus, who had named Harry godfather of his own child. Remus, who was one of the best men Sirius had ever known despite having a childhood that was probably much shittier than Snape’s. Remus, who deserved to be honored by Harry every bit as much as Sirius did, and certainly a thousand times more than Snape.

And for the first time in his life, Sirius is truly disappointed in his godson. And he can’t even let Harry know. And he just has to live with this awful feeling for years and years, and nothing Remus says can make it any better.

Until one day Sirius notices something. He notices how there are always four kids at the Potter house. He’d always thought it was just Harry being nice because Andromeda was getting pretty old by now, but once he starts paying attention, he notices how every time Harry talks about “his kids,” that includes Teddy Lupin. How Teddy is in all of the Potter family portraits. How James, Al, and Lily refer to Teddy as their older brother. 

And one day Sirius is watching as Teddy risks himself to save Albus from falling off his broom, and then proceeds to fuss over Al without once worrying about himself. And Harry runs over in a panic, and goes immediately to Teddy, who took most of the damage, checks that he’s basically alright, looks at him with tears in his eyes, and says “Teddy Remus Lupin, thank you. Thank you for saving Al. You are so much like your father.” And then he hugs him tightly and doesn’t let go for the longest time .

And Sirius’s anger evaporates just like that, and he looks over and sees that Remus has been watching too and now they are both silently crying as they watch Harry, their Harry, take care of two of his sons.

And it’s suddenly so obvious why Harry didn’t name his youngest son after Remus: because that was already the name of his oldest.

short & sweet ♡

By the Corner Light | Bucky and Steve

Outside the barracks
By the corner light
I always stand and wait for you at night
We will create a world for two
I’ll wait for you, the whole night through
Like once Lili Marleen

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apollo had to get his chords of steel from somewhere

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(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

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Harry comforting a fan. x

HE BROKE THROUFH THE BARRTIER TO GET TO ME HE JUST HUGGED AND HUGGED AND HUGGED ME HE CALMED ME DOWN TO THE POINT WHERE I COULD BREATHEAGAIN 

FLO FILMED IT HE CAME OVER EVEN THIUGH HE WASNT ALLOWED WE HUGGWD FOR LIKE 3 MINTUES JUST SAYING WE LOVED EACH OVER

I WENT HARRY I’M SORRY I’M SUCHA LOSER & HE LAUGHED I WENT IVE JUST BEEN WAITING 4YEARS HE WENT I KNOW I KNOW RUBBING MY BACK TO CALM MEDOWN

HE WAS WHISPERING HE LOVED ME IN MY TEAR I COULD HEAR HIM BREATHING I COULD FEEL. HIS BREATH

BEDORE HE LEFT HE WASRUBBING MY ARMS & I GOT TO GIVE HIM MY LEGTER & JOKEBOOK HE LOOKED ME DEAD STRAIGHT IN THE EYES& WAS LIKE CAN I KEEP IT (x)

Negative Speaking Tones Pt.2

Hopeless - without hope; despairing

Horrific - provoking horror; horrible

Hysterical - very scared

Impersonal - not personal; lacking emotion or warmth

Incensed - to inflame with wrath; make angry; enrage

Indignant/Indignation - angry because something is not fair or is considered offensive

Irreverent - disrespectful

Irritated - annoyed

Jittery - extremely tense and nervous; jumpy

Judgmental - judging others; critical

Lackadaisical - lazy

Lofty - arrogant

Lugubrious - mournful or gloomy in an exaggerated manner

Malevolent - mean; angry; purposely hateful

Malicious - purposely hurtful; very mean

Melancholy - sad

Mocking - scornful; ridiculing; making fun of someone

Morose - gloomy or sullenly ill-humored; moody; sour; glum

Negative - unhappy; pessimistic

Nervous - worried; uneasy; anxious

Patronizing - looking down on others; acting superior

Perplexed - confused; puzzled

Pessimistic - seeing the bad side of things

Pitiful - pathetic; exhibiting suffering and misery

Regret - feeling bad about the past

Remorseful - very sad; sorrowful; regretful

Resentful - feeling displeasure or anger at some act, remark or person

Rude - not polite

Sarcastic - sneering; saying the opposite of what you mean as a way of being unfriendly or making a point

Sardonic - scornful; very sarcastic

Satirical - making fun of something to show its weakness or to teach a lesson

Scornful - open contempt or disdain for something

Sharp - sly; clever in an underhand way; harsh

Serious - not funny; not joking

Snobbish - acting as though one is better than everyone else; egocentric 

Solemn - sad or quiet reflection

Solitude - loneliness

Somber - gloomy; depressing; dismal

Stiff - formal, serious

Stubborn - refusing to give in

Tearful - sad; causing tears

Tense - nervous; emotionally or mentally straining

Threatening - menacing

Tragic - very sad

Upset - distressed; agitated; disturb mentally or emotionally

Urgent - insistent; saying something must be done soon

Vexed - annoyed; confused

Vindictive - revengeful; wanting to get back at someone

Woeful - dreadful; sorrowful; miserable

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I will say, hands are some of the hardest things to grasp when learning how to draw! Even people who have been drawing for years can be intimidated by these lil appendages! My methods for drawing them might be a bit weird, but I’m happy to share some of the things I try and keep in mind while trying to capture the essence of The Hand

I hope some people can find this useful! I could probably have gone on and on about drawing hands in this post but it’s already long enough-