thank you for the tag @clare-with-no-i! as it is approaching the end of monday (per my bedtime) and i am too eepy to even think who hasn't been tagged in this, i will simply not do it ❣️
here follows the snippet, which this tag forced me to write (everyone say thank u clare). it is spoilery. if you click and you haven't read 51/52, i will haunt you.
no i will haunt you for real!!
When they left Weddle’s classroom Lily had no destination in mind. No physical one, anyway; she hardly could have come up with something coherent. Her head was full up with what might come next. It had been impossible to find a moment alone all day, and now that she had it — walking in charged silence side by side with James — she wanted suddenly to be done with walking, to already be at whatever private place so that they could continue yesterday’s conversation.
She wanted, she wanted, she wanted.
But most of all she wanted not to be interrupted. Every secret place in the castle seemed in that instant to either be suggestive to the point of embarrassment, or simply not secret enough.
“Fancy a walk outside?” she said.
He slanted a smile at her. “Lead on, then.”
Finished the cartoon therapy ep!!!!!! It's a really good one, it really touched on a bunch of my problems rn and why i love art so much!!!!! Like yes art is a way for creators to get catharsis, to be able to convey their emotions!!!!!!!!!!
Sam is also a very fun character!
I also loved emile's new look, his tie change at the end, his references, etc. He's such an enjoyable character
And the spiderverse trivia and analysis was so cool!!!!!!
I tried my best to make him look wet as my cat who fell on the toilet 30 seconds after I gave him a bath.
[SPICIER VERSION UNDER THE CUT]
FORGIVE ME.
Here's a process video to make up for the rickroll.
But the video's quality was ruined 😐 But this is when you find out that my art process is basically coloring and erasing until my ancestors tell me "that's enough, kid".
I'm not sure if you are okay with getting mentioned on posts but y'all asked for this so:
@liizardwiizzard @squeakintothevoid @cameronirat @justjettithings @clonethirstingisreal @jedipoodoo @wolveria and to @eclec-tech who just did their weirdest Google search just for this.
POV - Something that's already happened, retold from another character's perspective
-Mel/@thelighthousestale
thank you for this, oooh!!
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There were many horribly inconvenient things about the Owlery at Hogwarts. Chief among these was how high up it was — there was no real reason to house birds in a tower — and the number of staircases David Townes had to ascend to get there. Couldn't the builders of the castle have thought to have a second coop at ground level? On the other hand, there was the faint smell of bird droppings that even the winter wind couldn't quite dull. Maybe it was for the best that these obstacles meant he wasn't there often.
He attached his letter — a short note to his mother; he tried to write to her as often as he could, in between homework and classes — to the foot of a mistrustful-looking school owl. He didn't have one of his own. He didn't really like birds. If he could avoid it he wouldn't write to anyone.
Well, maybe that was taking things too far.
The cage behind him rattled. Instinctively, he glanced over his shoulder — and abruptly wished he hadn't.
Mary was visibly in some distress — distress, specifically, because while she was always animated by emotion, there was a divot between her brows and a hard set to her mouth that seemed so unlike her. David thought of what Gillian had said. He ought to say something.
What came out was, "You're not going to say hello at all now?" Which sounded a lot worse now that it had been said.
"Don't...have...the time."
She was frowning over her parchment, scribbling into a scrap of it that she'd braced against her palm. Whatever she was writing would probably be illegible. In Care of Magical Creatures, when they'd been younger and had to jot things down whilst standing up, he and Hugh would sometimes take notes with the parchment spread over each other's backs. David winced at the very idea of offering that, now.
He ought to say something. He knew it was the right thing to do. A little breath escaped him, too loud in the Owlery, against all odds.
"Gillian said," he began, wielding her name like a white flag. A safe third party in between the two of them.
But Mary, to his surprise, glared at him. "Gillian said what?" she said, waspishly. There was colour high in her cheeks.
David couldn't think what to say next. He couldn't find words at all. Nothing he had to say would be easy, and she obviously didn't want to hear it, anyway.
"Never mind," he said. "It's stupid."
Before, she never would have let him get away with leaving that unsaid. But she went back to her letter at once, tying it up to an owl furiously. He watched her fingers — pale with cold — fumble with the thread.
There was nothing to do but leave. Maybe it was for the best that he wasn't in the Owlery often.