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Modern au ♻️ based on original designs

Jet's leg muscle really gives the basketball player vibe so i did 👆

Hell ya!! First of many!!

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Kaz has very well thought methods

The Pevensies are foreign when they return home.

The streets no longer know them. They do not seem to fit in their own bodies as they stroll the cobbles, Lucy’s hand tucked carefully into Peter’s, Edmund trailing watchfully behind Susan like a shadow. Their eyes are sharp, their smiles crooked, and those who see them cross to the opposite side of the road, afraid of the ancient gleam they see reflected back at them that does not belong in the eyes of a child.

Water murmurs to Lucy when she flits past, and lamplight follows her wherever she goes, even in broad daylight when the lamps are unlit. Their flames sputter into existence when she walks by, flickering at her in a way that seems to whisper I know you. Lucy looks at them with feral teeth and smiles, and vines twist from the cobbles at her feet. She laughs like a wild thing, eyes glowing, but a moment later she blinks and it is gone. Her feet hardly seem to touch the ground at all as she darts through the alleys.

The sky is clearer when Peter walks the streets, clouds vanishing like they were never there at all. His eyes are too much like a lion’s, struck through with gold and filled with a brooding fierceness, yet he laughs as he twirls Lucy around, and claps Edmund on the back as they share a stupid joke, and smiles with Susan when she tells him of the bow she plans to carve. He is all warmth and friendliness, but there is something about his eyes. There is something about all of their eyes.

The sun caresses Susan as she moves about, and she is graceful, too graceful, her hair seeming to be alive of its own accord as she steps lightly along the streets. Her skin is pale like ice, and sometimes her gaze appears almost silver as she stands by the river, gazing into its depths with a distant, siren-cold smile. She is gentle, but her fingers look a little too long sometimes. Her laugh is a little too unsettling.

Trees lean towards Edmund when he walks past, branches scraping his clothing, leaves showering around him. Books and journals and pages covered in notes perpetually fill his arms, spilling from his grasp but never quite falling. His voice is even-keeled, quiet, but there is something wild about it, something unhinged. He speaks of things none have ever heard before, dark hair falling into his eyes, mouth unsmiling and hands perfectly still, and for a moment he seems to be someone else, fangs beneath his lips, dirt on his tongue. He tilts his head just a little too far, sometimes.

The Pevensies are foreign when they return home. They do not fit their bodies. They do not fit the streets. People who encounter them cross to the other side of the road to avoid them, terrified of the oldness they see in the children’s faces. Such depth does not belong in the gaze of a child.

And yet four sets of eyes, ancient and deep and flickering like candlelight, stare out from the children’s faces, and their smiles are sharp, too sharp. Their laughter is a little too wild as they walk, the oldest and youngest hand-in-hand, the middle children trailing each other like shadows.

There is something about those children’s eyes.

There is something about those children.

THIS

I’m increasingly worried by all the people on my dash calling themselves insane for loving stories in the way humans have loved stories our whole history. “The brain rot is spreading” — you mean you were changed by art? “I’m not normal about this” — you were moved by it? You felt human emotions about it? “I’m about to be so annoying” — you’re going to talk about art? You’re going to be passionate? You’re going to think deeply about it? You’re going to feel love for the work of someone’s soul? You are not a consumer and art is not a product to be casually used! You are a human and stories are the beating heart of our humanity! You must feel everything and you must know that it is normal!

what’s a background anyway

some appreciation fINALLY

athena kids that suck at math u are the real ones

@zutaraweek day 3: union

a little follow up to this comic i did last year. i really liked the idea of union in a political context and this was a very round about way of that. like, a little tongue in cheek with all the different kids from different nations just sort of talking and gossiping together. teens doing teen stuff despite their high profile roles in society, that type of thing.

initially this comic was a lot more ambitious but some complications happened in my life which made me have to chip away at a lot of it. such as having it in full color, with backgrounds. there's been a lot of thought put into the world of the chief kya au, though! particularly related to yue that is not featured at all asdfghjk.

the more i worked on it, the more i got worried zuko might be a little ooc. but i was a bit inspired by crystal catacombs and the softness he had there. whenever i try to write him in this au, he's just usually just happy to be around katara so i'm just going to let him do what he wants.

Anyway, a transcript along with brief image descriptions is beneath the cut under my obligatory art links as well as in the alt text of the art!

art only blog - insta - inprnt - redbubble

Page 1: Zuko and Katara are at a gathering for those invited to the peace accords which seems to be more packed then usual.

Katara: Wow, there’s a lot of people here Zuko: Yeah. There’s a lot of people this year. K: I don’t recognize anyone yet. Z: Oh! I can help you. Z: That’s Mai. Her father is an official. Z: She’s Suki. Leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. Z: And next to her is- K: Yue!

Page 2: Katara and Yue hug and the teens (Zuko, Yue, Katara, and Suki) all chat.

Yue: Katara! K: I missed you! Y: I’m so happy to see you! have never spoken more than hellos was just trying to chat with Yue awkward turtle duck Z: So you do know someone. K: We’ve known each other since we were kids. Lu Ten: Prince Zuko?

Page 3: Lu Ten appears, Yue and Suki gossip, and Katara's a bit sad as Zuko leaves with Lu Ten to handle business elsewhere.

Z: Lu Ten? L: Sorry to interrupt, but can I steal you? Z: Is it important? L: Unfortunately. L: They seem nice. I’m happy you’re making friends.

Page 4: The girls gossip and Mai overhears.

Y: I didn’t know you knew Zuko. Suki: Yeah. Do you know anything about the scar? K: I don’t really know him. We just met. What do you guys know? Mai: No one actually knows. M: About the scar. They kept it quiet.

Page 5: There's a small flashback to Zuko at 14 after receiving his scar, the girls continue to talk, and there's a final panel of Ozai, alluding to a family secret.

M: He just went away for a while. And then he came back and there it was. M: That’s all anyone knows. Except Zuko. K: That’s awful. There has to be more. M: Well…people have some suspicions.

Fandoms I will eventually write for

emphasise on eventually

ATLA (Zutara, Zukka, modern fics, a healthy dose of side suki x toph in zukka fics)

Percy Jackson (college fics, Thalia Grace highschool, highschool aus in general)

The Legend of Korra (currently have one underway, not Krew centric bc jinora is better)

thank you for coming to my ted talk

i want to show some fucking appreciation for amita suman. inej was most likely forced to strip in front of clients while at the menagerie. and i think amita’s acting shows that, her facial expressions in this scene show that she’s thinking of the last time she had to do this, there’s a hardness in her expression. but when she sees the kaz is turned away, his eyes averted, her gaze softens

This is so funny i never get tired

"Girlfriends? 🤔" "No no no, not girlfriends 😒"

"boyfriends! 😌" "NO no not boyfriends either 😨"

Gif:@tvstrangerthings

real quick rant

i think genuinely that the worst ending for stranger things except the one where all the main characters die or the one where the bad guys win, is the ending where main characters achieve the life they inadvertently worked so hard against in the series.

in so many shows the ending is the exact opposite of the prominent ground morals so many characters are shown to have throughout the entire show. where a characters innermost desires and freedoms are shown through their actions and wants, and yet their entire ending is shown to be just that fear. the fear that they’re gonna end up just like the ones before them, and that none of their actions truly had any impact.

it shows that the cycle continues.

an example of this would be say if nancy ended up like her mom. if she settled down in a suburb with a husband she didn’t care much about and kids she wanted better for, she would end up exactly like karen. not only with the life nancy didn’t want for herself, but also the life karen didn’t want for her kids.

this is a very real possibility with some of the main characters in the show. if we look at the reasoning behind their original choices, we can see why they do what they do. which is exactly why this is so dangerous, and such an easy trap to fall into.

the safest choice is always the easiest.

the duffer brothers have been shown to be bold at times, but they’re resorting more and more to the default as the show’s popularity expands. the true quality of the final ending will not be about the ending itself, but about how bold they are willing to be when addressing these issues and the protagonists feelings.

they can have the cinematography down to the dot and still completely mess up the ending if they decide to take the safe route.

if will never addresses his feelings openly, if max ends up dead, or worse, wakes up unharmed. if steve ends up at his dad’s company, if dustin never gets to grieve properly, if el doesn’t find the path she herself chooses, and not the ones others choose for her.

it is because of these character’s faults and ability to love openly that we like them. that they still have some relevancy to this day even if the show takes place in the 80’s. we are able to relate to them and connect to them as human beings, as outcasts throughout, and it will be the lack of this spark that could be the potential downfall of stranger things.

here’s a little comparison for people who say engagement hasn’t gotten that bad and anyone who complains is ungrateful.

these are two posts from my first go round on tumblr circa 2014-2017, my most popular gifset of all time

& a text post

notice how the ratio is about even on likes to reblogs?

here’s from this go around, my most popular gifset

and my most popular fic

do you see how that’s discouraging?

i love being on this site. i love the little community i’ve found and the people who follow me and the mutuals i’ve made friendships with and the mutuals that i’m still getting to know. i love it. but at a certain point it’s hard to justify spending so much time on works that get bad engagement.

reblog, comment, send asks. without them, this site doesn’t work.

As for the fanfic where Thalia is sent to the school of mortals - very interesting!! Tell everything! You can ask for it somewhere

So the synopsis goes something like this: After the war and so many dead or dying, the camp needs to find more demigods, to keep them protected and out of the way of Kronos’s followers who survived the war. So Artemis enlists some of her hunters to go into the mortal world- more specifically their schools- and find those demigods. 

It would take place in Manhattan/Washington Heights, and Thalia has to blend in with the other students. What she doesn’t count for is people being interested in her past, and she needs to protect her identity and her past- which is quickly catching up to her.

Thalia soon falls for a girl, and she deals with the emotions of both liking someone, and the wrath she will face if Artemis finds out.

She makes new friends and makes amends with old ones. But the real question is, who should she trust? When the war has just finished, there are those who seek to relight the match and make the fire burn even brighter. 

It is Thalia’s job to stop that from happening.

not that it matters but would you read a fanfic about Thalia Grace being sent to a normal school to root out other demigods? 

if you want to know more details (bc I really want to info dump my ideas) just ask me

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

SIX the musical characters as things me and my friends have said bc I’m bored and I say so

Aragon: Jesus didn’t finish highschool so why should I?

Boleyn: Who needs a boyfriend when you have broadway?

Seymour: Its always a good day when you wake up and you know who you are

Cleves: bitch you’d better shut up before I hit you with my laptop

Howard: she who completes her homework is the she I don’t mess with

Parr: if I am still single by the time I’m fifty I’ll marry a man

tag yourself, trope edition

i love consuming media and making little things about it

Anne and Cathy’s first kiss

Anna and Cathy’s first kiss happened on a rainy Saturday, while the rest of the queens were asleep. It was one in the morning, and Cathy was awake writing. Like always. 

Anne had stumbled into the kitchen to grab a cup of water, when she noticed the other queen, tapping away on her laptop. Cathy had been too engrossed in her writing to notice Anne, and too engrossed still when she didn’t react to the water being turned on and Anne filling up her cup.  

“Shit,” Anne muttered. The glass she had been holding was spilling over and getting on her hands. Pouring out a bit of the water and grabbing a towel to dry her hands, Cathy’s eyes finally glanced up.

“Anne?”

Anne blushed slightly. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to distract you.”

If only Anne knew how often Cathy got distracted by her smile.

“N- No it’s fine, I was nearly done anyway,” Cathy said, attempting a reassuring smile, but it came out more like a grimace. 

Anne, picking up the glass, made her way to Cathy. She sat down on the seat next to her, looking at the other girl’s face illuminated by the light of the computer. 

“What are you working on?” Anne asked.

“Uh, nothing much,” Cathy said, repositioning herself on the chair. “You can read it if you want. But you don’t have to, I mean no pressure or anything. It’s probably stupid anyway.” Cathy stared at her hands. She hadn’t meant for it to all rush out like that. Damn, she hoped Anne didn’t think she was being pushy.

“No, I’d love to read it. I’m sure it’s great,” Anne smiled, taking the laptop and propping it against her knees.

Cathy watched the other girl’s eyes move from one line to the next. Anne was smiling softly, and when she neared the bottom of the page, she reached out and held Cathy’s hand.

“It’s really good,” Anne said enthusiastically, with a twinkle in her eyes when she’d finished.

Cathy dipped her head, smiling at the praise.

She took the laptop and placed it on the table in front of her. She looked back at Anne, who was fidgeting with the hem of her pajama shirt.

“Can I kiss you?” Anne asked suddenly.

“What?” Cathy said, despite hearing Anne perfectly well. 

“Can I kiss you?’ Anne repeated, looking at Cathy’s lips and then her brown eyes.

Anne’s mind was going in spirals. I shouldn’t have said that. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she says no? What if I’ve ruined everything? 

“Yes,” Cathy's soft voice cut through Anne’s thoughts.  Anne’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Of course you can kiss me.”

Anne hesitantly put a hand on Cathy’s cheek, playing with the curls by her ear. She moved her head closer, just barely connecting their lips. 

Cathy felt the tickle of breath against the top of her lip, Anne’s soft lips brushing gently against Cathy’s. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wouldn’t wait any longer.

In a burst of newfound bravery, Cathy pushed her lips closer to Anne, taking the other girl’s face in between her hands.

Anne opened her eyes momentarily, shocked by Cathy. She smiled into the kiss, moving her hands onto Cathy’s waist.

The two eventually broke apart, smiling giddily. They ended up sharing kisses all the way into the morning, when they were found by Kat they were cuddled together in each other's arms and fast asleep.

how the Queens would decorate their bedrooms

bc i’m lonely and I want to feel like i live there with them

Catalina- meticulously perfect and tidy. her bed is made, and the curtains are drawn. nothing is out of place, and she has everything labelled (this extends outside of her room and into places like the kitchen and laundry). Her bed is white with silk pillows, and her bed frame is one of those brass ones. she has pale gold curtains and a soft rug on top of the wood floor. she has a record player bc she can’t figure out modern technology, and she has a cubby hole for records, organised by the era.

Anne- she has an assortment of stuffed toys on her bed, and a whole shelf of troll dolls that are her pride and joy. she has her bisexual flag pinned up above her bed. she has a mood board full of pictures of the other queens and from the show. she also has several pictures of her and fans as well. her bed is never made, and the pillows on the bed are enough to swallow someone whole. her closet always seems empty because Cathy is always stealing her clothes, not that Anne minds. she has neon pillow covers and glow in the dark stars to match with Kat, though their placement is a lot more chaotic and less thought out.

Jane- her room is tidy, but not to the same extent as Catalina’s. she goes for a white monochromatic colour scheme, with pops of yellow and grey throughout. she often has a coat left out on her bed, and her yoga clothes hanging over the frame. she has a desk with a pen pot and laptop stand. she has a pretty minimalistic approach to decoration, so her room isn’t as busy as some of the other queens. 

Anna- she has a mini-fridge in the corner, filled with red bulls and pepsi. she has a tv mounted on the wall, and various switch games on her desk. her bed has a red quilt cover, with black detailing on the sides. she has rock music blaring at most hours of the day, and cassette tapes ready for gym trips. she has posters of her favourite boxers on her wall and a drum kit set up.

Kat- has posters of her favourite singers and albums sticky-taped onto her walls and the back of her door. there are clothes scattered and abandoned on the floor, and her closet is an overflowing mess. everything has a place in her mess, and she can tell you where everything is, even if it’s under a pile of clothes. she has a loft bed with a desk underneath. her bed is pale pink, and she has glow in the dark stars on her ceiling and walls that match with Anne.

Cathy- books. EVERYWHERE. they’re on the floor, the bed, the desk. they’re spilling out of the bookcase and they’re stacked against the wall. there are opened and half-read ones, and so many tabs in her favourite books. there are coffee cups from chain coffee stores and mugs scattered across the room. the curtains are always shut, but slivers of light filter a small gap between them and she can’t be bothered closing it any further. she has a dusty blue quilt cover, and matching pillows that seem to be anywhere but on the bed. her desk chair is never fully tucked in and her hardwood floors are bare apart from the piles of books. the only person who can figure out where to sit in amongst all the mess is Anne.

In this moment, I am humanity, I write. The last of my kind. 

Of course, this isn’t true, but the one thing the invasion hasn’t sucked out of me is my dramatics.

Before the aliens came I was Samantha, an average girl who was averagely good at everything. Now I'm a prodigy of gunmanship. A side effect of using a Remington 700 for the past few months. Remy is my pride and joy, my last true companion, the only thing left I can trust. I trust her with my life, which is a good thing seeing as it’s the last thing I have left to defend myself with.

Now I don’t know who I am. The invasion has taken everything from me. 

Every day I run, I find shelter, I write in this stupid journal hoping that something good will happen. But it never works. Of course it never works. The aliens don’t care, why would they? 

I sit up. The woods are silent, not uncommon considering I haven’t seen another human for weeks. But even now, they are silent- no birds chirping, no trees laughing, no breeze whispering. But a strange electric current hangs in the air, humming gently and tickling the backs of my ears and neck. 

I am not alone.

How Jane Seymour would tell you she loves you:

Hovering at the door- She asks you how your day was and if you want a snack before dinner. She doesn’t want to intrude on you so she waits to be invited in.

Baking- she learns all your favourite recipes, and even adjusts other ones to fit your taste. ultimate mum/grandma friend. 

Stroking your hair- whenever, where ever. she does this without realizing, and it’s a habit she can’t break, and honestly, no one wants her to break it.

“my love”- people who say this are the best people in the world, and I love them. she slips this into a lot of her sentences, and it always makes people feel comforted.

Dates Cathy and Anne Would Go On

Bookshop dates- This mainly involves following each other around for the first ten minutes, and then losing each other. They occasionally go back to the other to excitedly whisper “Look what I found <3″, after they found a book they’d been wanting or the other had been after. By the end of the trip, both their arms would be full, but Anne would always insist on carrying Cathy’s, so Anne’s arms would be overflowing. Cathy’s first stop is usually the classic or high-fantasy section, and Anne’s is the sci-fi/Manga or a graphic novel section.

Picnics- This would be the time where Anne is the least like a gremlin, because 1) there is food, 2) they’re at the park and dogs always come up to them (I headcanon both of them being dog people), 3) Cathy looks beautiful in the sunlight. Anne always tries to cuddle Cathy, and Cathy’s always trying not to choke on whatever she’s eating bc Anne is tickling her.

Stargazing trips- Cathy knows all the names of the stars and constellations, and she’ll rant about their stories too. Anne listens, not even looking at the stars but just at how beautiful Cathy is in the starlight. They lie on top of their car, which is a beat-up blue jeep with mud all along the sides.

not-really-a-date-but-I-wanted-to-write-about-it - Anne will just randomly come into Cathy’s room with coffee and then she’ll sit on Cathy’s bed, just watching her write. The tap of the keyboard eases her, and watching Cathy turn around to hand her the writing to read makes her really happy bc Cathy doesn’t share her work with anyone else until it’s fully finished. 

So my new favorite things is taking Six screenshots wildly out of context and then adding captions. These are my favorites.

Tips for anyone struggling with anxiety/anyone feeling anxious (from a very anxious boi)

Do a crossword or sudoku. I find that focusing on something that stretches my brain distracts me from whatever I’m worrying about.

Don’t go for a walk. Or anything relaxing really. This is going to push you further into those thoughts because you’re giving yourself the space to.

Journaling. Journaling doesn’t work for everyone, but if it does for you, definitely try it! The downside to this is that it can give you the space to go really deep into your thoughts, so I would recommend only doing this once you’re feeling calm/calmer. This can help you figure out your feelings and what made you feel like that.

take. your. meds. That is if you have a prescription and access to them. You have them for a reason, and it will help you.

Breathing exercises. I’m a big fan of breathing in for a count of four, holding for four, and breathing out for four. Then you just repeat that until you’re calmer. I also like this butterfly one, where you cross your hands at the wrist and alternate gently tapping your chest with each hand every time you breathe in or out.

your body and mind need each other. Your body can’t function well off three hours of sleep, and your mind can’t function well without enough water and it won’t do well under constant anxiety, and the two need to work together if you 

Probably the most talked about one, but also the least done one. Remove yourself from the situation. Whatever is giving you anxiety, a person or a place, remove yourself from them/it. This is also sometimes the hardest one to do, because that person may be a safety net, or a friend. But when you have anxiety, it becomes very easy to be manipulated by friends because we often worry about what people think about us, and we become pleasers and do anything to keep our friendships.

look how prettyy

all the books are my grandma’s, except for the picture of dorian gray.

Rosewood Chronicles Characters Coping Mechanisms

Lottie: painting, musical theatre, Taylor Swift music and interviews, Studio Ghibli films, cheesy films from the 80′s/90′s, early Disney channel shows and movies, queer romance books (specifically either with a queer couple or a queer main character- she also gets very upset when her OTP doesn’t get together), funny baby complications on youtube, Claude Monet art, mood boards

Ellie: rock/metal music, Ricky Montgomery music, sci-fi films (Back to the Future, E.T, ghostbusters), ranting on Tumblr about her parents, writing music, boxing, vine complications, that one comedian I can never remember the name of, karate, dying her hair

Binah: cinnamon, her parents cooking, reading classics under a thick quilt, science videos, ted ed videos, 

Jamie: high fantasy books (he lives by Brandon Sanderson), running, ju jit zu 

Anastacia: painting her nails bright colours, adding things into her online shopping cart (she calls it ~therapy~), cuddling with Saskia, plaiting her hair,  

Saskia: knitting, cuddling with Anastacia, gymnastics

Me: *likes a musical or period drama*

Everyone: But aren’t you mad that it’s not historically accurate?!

Me, just trying to enjoy things: