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Y'all being bi is a struggle bc one day you may really like girls and convince yourself that you’re full homo or one day you may find yourself crying about how you think you’re straight and bOy that’s a ride

Astrid stepped up this season and I’m thrilled about that.

I touched on this subject a bit in my review for the season but it deserves its own post. 
We all know that the writers haven’t really made any effort in her character. I don’t know why but it seems like they took the warrior part of her too seriously. She barley got to show any emotions, she didn’t took her teammates seriously (Meaning: Snotlout and the twins) and that’s just… not how I picture her.

But this season; man. I loved her. She was fearless, brave and kind. In many scenes, when they usually had her being mad, she was kind and thoughtful instead. I liked how she and Snotlout got a lot of scenes together that talked about it. I’m also so emotional over the fact that she cried. We’ve never seen her cry… but she was and I loved it. (Not her crying but that they finally showed her doing it.) (Ruffnut comforting her was a A+ too)

But she levelled up in terms of her warrior side too. She ran through the forest, punched a poisonous dragon and ran half dead back. She didn’t hesitate when she followed K on his dragon when he escaped and thanks to that she realised that Viggo was alive. Also, her outrage when Throck wanted to marry Ruffnut proved what a strong, independent woman she is.

I just… loved her this season. I don’t want to give credit to a man based on her development but somehow I think that being with Hiccup brought out the best in both of them. They became the best versions of themselves, which is what a healthy relationship is all about. 


Artsy Hufflepuff!Tae 🎨🌻


so ive been seeing this meme “meet the artist” go around for a bit now and ive always avoided it because acknowledging my existence makes me incredibly anxious but today i decided to fight it and do a this little thing

drawing myself was the hardest but im glad i did the challenge

(i never realised how much pink stuff i own)

((and im so sorry about my handwriting!! but yeah i thought maybe my followers would appreciate knowing who i am and stuff so! yeah!))

Today a student asked if I had an iPhone charger, and I held up my frayed, shitty one that I keep in my classroom as a back up for my own phone. It only works about half the time so I just told her that it doesn’t work, sorry.

Without missing a beat, another student looked at my frayed, shitty iPhone charger and said, “Teacher salary be like” and I fucking lost it.

Well played, kid.

Quill didn’t know how to feel about the baby. She would spend hours looking down at it’s round, fragile face always as read as an open wound. Charles and the Polish one thought it was out of love, that she stood watching over it like some sort of maternal goddess, protecting it, caring for it. Positively foolish. 

In fact she knew exactly how she felt about that baby, she hated it.

Maybe hate was a little strong but she didn’t love it. Mothers on this planet all talk about their instant connection with their offspring, they speak of their love as it it were a magical supernatural bond, something to be celebrated rather than just a deeply ingrained hereditary human trait to protect ones own genes. The Quill don’t have that, you see, this part isn’t supposed to happen, she should be dead. 

But then the Doctor had came. He whisked her into his magical little box (well, little on the outside) and fixed everything as he so loves to do. Quill had tried to fight him but the Doctor knows best, she woke up after just a few short hours with a baby by her side. And Quill ended up back on that miserable ball of dirt but this time with a baby that she never wanted.

How could she want it? It was a reminder of a man she could have loved, a reminder of a trial that had won her back her freedom but cost her so much. 

Sometimes she wished that she had died in childbirth. By the time the thing was ready to rip it’s way out of her she had prepared herself, her death was supposed to be inevitable. That’s the worst thing about motherhood to a Quill, the outcome is inevitable. War you can prepare yourself for, an enemy comes charging at you in a battle you can fight it, fear no matter how much you feel as though you are drowning in it, you can always fight your way through. But this is the one thing a Quill can’t fight.

And that’s the thing Quill was most ashamed of, she was glad. Part of her was so tired of fighting, she had fought the Rhodia, then the Shadowkin, then the grief and sorrow that took over her life. And to add insult to injury the non-stop stream of aliens that came pouring through the gap. She was tired. She screamed and shouted about being war itself and fighting until her last breath just to drown out the voices in her head telling her to give up. 

She had no right to call herself Quill, her people were warriors now what is she, a mum. People who were to become mothers were pitied by the Quill, their fates had been sealed, so of course her people were not maternal. Quill could never be a mother she just didn’t know how.

But yet she persisted, she got up every morning, cared for the child (even if she still refused to look it in the eye) and still carried on living because that’s the trick you just keep on living even while those emotions consume you because that’s what a warrior does, they survive even when they don’t want to.

hello long time no write fic. that made no sense i’m sorry but i hope you enjoyed this :D 

i know a lot of people in this fandom really love quill (as do i) so i hope i did her justice, i hope it didn’t come across that i was saying she was cold and unfeeling because she’s not it’s just that i know a lot of people that have gone through post natal depression and it just made a lot of sense to me that quill might go through some of those feelings, you know? motherhood wouldn’t come naturally to her.

i haven’t read a lot of class fanfiction in a while so if this has been done 1000 times soz but i wanted to write this so i did. i have never written any proper angst either (this hardly counts) but if you have any feedback feel free to lmk.


a little walk

i haven’t gotten used to my new neighborhood yet so i went on a little walk with some new clothes i bought when i was with Jai. it’s not my usual style but i feel sorta cute so i took plenty of pics. someone shouted “buffting” at my when i was crossin the road. it’s was hotter than satan’s *** outside though, i almost miss the rain 

  • Legion’s secret gamer profile:
  • Legion likes playing as necromancer vampire wizards in MMOs
  • Legion was suspended from an MMO, not for hacking or being an AI, but because of “unsportsmanlike behavior”
  • Legion played a cross-species RPG romance game for 75 hours

sometimes i need a switch on my mouth to make it muggle worthy.


a second part to the thing i made awhile ago
(click to enlarge)
and no, you can’t include 50+ years of film-making without making it look like an insane mess (trust me, i’ve tried)


i have a shit ton of rec lists, take your pick.