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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again
apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life
I want to make clear, on my blog, not reblogging someone else: I love canon. I love it and I don’t want it to change. I don’t want John and Arthur’s relationship to become romantic because that’s not what it is. Honestly, if anything, all I want is for them to show affection to each other (which they’ve been very afraid of doing this whole podcast) in casual ways. Because that’s my experience with friendship. But it’s okay if that doesn’t happen either.
The truth is that I don’t distinguish, much, between romance and friendship. Not in the ways I show affection, or the strength of the love I feel for the other person. So romantic Jarthur, FOR ME, is the same as platonic Jarthur. I don’t know if that’s a me thing, my own relationship with being aroace-spec is a little up in the air right now. I’m also not saying that people who interpret their relationship as romantic are wrong or bad or anything. No. Don’t do that. Everyone projects onto media. And everyone’s experience with love is unique and beautiful. I’m just making mine clear.
Idk if literally anyone cares, but yea. I felt like it was important to be said because Malevolent made me realize all of this stuff about my relationship with love that had been true for years. And I want it to be clear that I appreciate canon as it is, and I’m never pushing for anything.
Etsy Earring Shop Announcement!!
Hello everyone!! I now have an Etsy shop open!! I am currently only selling a few types of earrings (shown below!!), but I am hoping to stock my shop with more earring designs, stickers, art prints, and maybe even some embroidery!
If you'd like to support me and my art, please stop by my shop at : claudiasartcloud.etsy.com
I'm currently only shipping to the United States while I'm still setting up my shop, but if you'd like me to ship outside of the States, don't hesitate to reach out via direct messages on any of my socials or shops.
All of my earrings are nickel-free and are available as clip-ons for non-pierced ears!!
(I mayyyy do a poll in the future to gauge what other types of earrings you all would like!!!)
You can also commission me or leave me a tip on my Ko-Fi !!
And if you simply can't wait for me to put stickers and art prints up on Etsy, you can visit my RedBubble !!
Love my friend Sierra who put in the time to add her lyrics to Spotify
(You should check out her album, it’s so good)
small musicians who don't post their lyrics online anywhere. Why do you hate me
actually i dont make art for myself. i make art so that i can see “#OUGH” and “#AUGHW” and “#WAAAH” in my notifications
Queer Native Americans and indigenous people are beautiful and deserving of affection and respect. Queer BIPOC make the LGBTQ+ community better by being in it.
I’m pretty sure Donnie and I would be best friends on the fact of sticks alone, for I too cannot be trusted with a large stick 😆🙌🏼💜
I saw this thread and it resonated with me and this picture that I just had to combine them.
Like fellow purple genius would *dramatic hair flip*
So enjoy my fellow humans! Laugh with me Bwahahahahahaha *relishing evil chuckle*
✨ Dance ✨
Sometimes I get really self conscious about the way I stim thanks to my ADHD.
I’m an all or nothing kind of gal, so it’s really hard to contain anything, especially the happy emotions.
It’s a full body experience for me, I feel it from my head to my toes. Self diagnosed with WBS, Wiggle Butt Syndrome, and I just gotta move.
Sometimes even I feel like it’s too much, so I can’t imagine how other people must feel.
But…then again…I’m the only person at work to get other coworkers to come and dance with me, no matter their age or language. When I see the light that reaches their eyes when they smile at me being silly, the shame burns away under the light of a warmer realization.
That being the type of person who is so unapologetically themselves at ALL times and IN all places to the point YOU encourage people to dance, is pretty tender indeed.
So…it can’t be all that bad right?
Don’t stop stimming friends, you’re beautiful 🧡✨
all the bat kids just start calling Babs ‘Chat’ whenever she’s Oracle over the comms
The joker: *evil monologue*
Damian, in the most bored voice: Chat is this real?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dick: *pulls off an insane flip-hit-the-bad-guy-summersault combo*
Dick: CHAT CLIP THAT!!
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Jason, distracted by goons: opps on these guys chat?
Harry Potter and the summoning of Old Wizard Grumble
Predictive text writing a weird Harry Potter story, with Botniks / @objectdreams keyboard prototype public app.
I just changed minor things so the sentences actually make some kind of sense xD Enjoy Harry Potter and the summoning of Old Wizard Grumble. Don’t forget m'boy Barty
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Harry could hear her muttering under the desk. Professor Lupin looked aghast with his left eye and drooling angrily. Hermione defended voice echoed impressively through the darkness towards them.
“Where do vanished objects go, I barely know and tell me more about those tea leaves gentlemen!”
“I think we ought to ask the Dark Lord’s snatchers. But how come you’ve not already stolen Neville’s books?” Lupin muttered moon-eyed. “Depression,” she said quietly behind her enormous arm waving at Harry over her head. Harry spoke again: “You think it’s up to me because you’re that snappy?” The floor beside them fell into silence. Sleep caught them all, for the first time in hours. Suddenly the portrait hole opened its mouth wide with terror for some sign of interrupting. Harry’s face washed vividly and looked over the threshold with love. “Shouting menacingly obviously exhausted the department like a weapon, you know?” said Hermione with utter astonishment.
Harry looked closer — professor ’Grumble’ pointing at him from every corner. Snow reappearing suddenly as though they knew who had gone mad now.
“Don’t Harry! We can’t jump you to your beloved Lord Voldemort!”
Harry didn’t listen to Ronley; instead he started hiccupping under his nose. “Well it’s warning me to teach the department mysteries about you. Looks like they’ve wanted points for Gryffindor.”
There seemed to breathe a Figure on their backs and clambered rather frightened into their view. Ron stared up into Harry’s green eyes.
“Ghoul you harry, come here and remain present or it’s staying like this between us!” said Ron sharply face contorted with concentration.
“… afraid I can’t. Yeah, magic wishes that we never take goodness out of our hearts, only on Mondays,” he whispered again, pointing toward himself trapped inside his robes.
“Hermione, do something!” screamed Ron sharply vibrating with joy before they would all be fruitless weasels trapped in hugs of robes. Mungo’s a little straighter than usual and they contain invisibility on Harry’s dancing shamrock uncontrollably.
She screamed Madam Window into view once before but there were many slender fingers along the corridor. Too many.
She wondered… Had Voldemort ever raised eyebrows coldly — like Ron forcefully and convincing? She couldn’t unblinkingly repeat the great dislike they gravely had experienced.
“I thought we ought to ask away ideas from death eaters who’d Hagrid make grawp?”
“Obviously they don’t,” Lupin demanded suspiciously, “Harry caught them, don’t I know what this means?”
“I don’t decide which makes bagman good as if you’d get it either way.” Hermione defends, “Sent it to me and he won’t pay attention to what you were supposed to do.”
Hermione gasped sternly as they both grabbed her and pulled her wand pointing warningly. Politeness had never been their magic.
Quietly… commotion had turned still and for support she didn’t crouch or protect Harry as Luna dreamily reached into Harry’s eyes.
Slowly, nearly hiccupping slightly too, she was sure to look suspicious.
Then several lights flickered and Professor Lupin firmly said a familiar arts of wizardry candle spell. Finally, light roared into the corridor and they saw what had attacked Harry.
There on his chest they saw Hermione’s face contorted with rage!
“Tragic losses is challenge enough without Dumbledore.” Ron complaining while Ariana sings in their dormitories.
“And now look at happy Harry. He seems to have crashed there…” They all looked at Harry Potter and Luna, bodies waffling over the chamber.
Hermione began pulling shards indifferently from Harry, before they had time to attempt a low blow to her middle.
Ron was fascinated as the entrance to Gryffindor had just emerged.
This meant that Luna had probably deliberately turned hiccup into the dark arts! Harry began tearing up in time, looking at Hermione with something close to wonder.
“Are you alright, Harry?” she asked him.
“I think we should vote next time, so we dungbombs don’t get stuck again.”
“I dunno.” she questioned him, “M'boy Barty Crouch took possession of you. You would have failed even with Dumbledore’s Picnic Law Enforcement Patrol, ah.”
“The ministry has hushed; you see vengeance… I had to Dumbledore it.” Harry defended.
“Broomsticks holds him up and down whether you’ve get rid of Horcruxes or something else unworthy.”
Suddenly there were footsteps below - Ron sobbed into Harry’s fire whisky, tickling all three prisoners of magical mischief at once.
They didn’t realise Dumbledore quietly billowed free from inside Griffindors gate.
Dumbledore smiled at each witch or wizard in front of him.
“Don’t I know you?” But before he’d voice his pigwidgeon, he turned quickly to the window and hanging himself upside down, “Oh well, I don’t mean to be difficult. I just went to heaven’s lake.”
“Birdy will understand.” said Dumbledore cheerfully to the ceiling as a normal bird worked at his feet. Raven said nothing. It bounced onto Dumbledore’s tilted hat decorated with his hands.
Harry bitterly leaves all magic. The cloak falling out of invisibility, as the wizard long thought lost, stood before them once again.
There on his faces set his fingers together again holding Harry close. An image he thought was trying to get through to him. It was. He was supposed to be ice, died doing what you’re supposed to do, if you’re ministry. And now he’s sorry about what happened?
How did he know it’s people and not fawkes? What’s the matter with Dumbledore?
“Merlin’s games snapped yeh pureblood tale prophecy about Voldemort and then we’re just trying to stop his plan?”
“Suspicions have even lowered you to take this surprised moonstone and now you see Voldemort everywhere.” Dumbledore sighed.
Then Harry shouted over his shoulder at Dumbledore. The dust of a moonstone tingling in his nose.
“I’m even underage and you think it’s going awkward? No one else is that mad and hairy I reassure you.”
“In spite of everything else, Voldemort abandoned you, Harry. You see, his face been trying quick cloak magic.” Dumbledore tried to explain.
Then Hermione Granger crossing lines again by saying it’s Slughorn’s whatsoever and that’s it. They seemed dead serious on trying to stop Voldemort this year, but it wasn’t supposed to pennyfeather the end of magic!
Cruelty matters now, silly little girl she was.
What happened, yes, I think was Hermione’s guarded understanding of how to close Dumbledore’s room.
She didn’t know what’s okay anymore. Eh, I don’t blame her and that’s deathly but she can’t nonstop Harry Potter her way around.
What happened last night got something much worse form mixed ancient affairs and draw attention to the school.
“I think someone flushed lord Voldemort himself free to come forward and then, m'boy Barty perfectly capable thinks I’ll strike it down. I don’t.” she explained proudly to the old Wizard Grumble. “Because helping muggle women wear those Dementor’s socks wounds Harry's brainpower strongly.”
Dumbledore just purple from inside allowed defeat unhinged.
“Please sit down. I think we need to discuss boats.”
