it was magic babe, pure and strong

random posts and reblogs - she/her - too many fandoms - minor

[justalunaticfangirl]

welcome to my blog!

you can call me april <3

{fandoms}

Grishaverse (mainly Six of Crows)

Riordanverse

The Inheritance Games

Osemanverse ( <3 Radio Silence)

KOTLC

Marauders (we do not support JKR******)

Secret Shanghai

EPIC the musical

Dead Boy Detectives

AFTG

Unprepared Casters

{music}

Taylor Swift (folklore and reputation!)

Maisie Peters

J. Maya (Janani K Jha)

Melina KB

Musicals: Hamilton, SIX, Mean Girls The Musical, etc

EPIC the musical (yea i’m putting under music and fandoms :)

Rabbitology

i love tea, cats, and music. i'm learning latin and italian. dancer, singer and former violist. asks are always open, but it might take a sec for me to respond!

my cats

i’m going to try to start tagging things more- moots 🩵: interactions with my mutuals og posts: my posts (not reblogs) ask: answered: asks that i have answered april’s updates: random things in my life anons 🩶: interactions with anons

~ have a wonderful day ~

[ilya-sweetheart]

the metros do one of those “video narrated by my kids” and it’s the pike kids doing vo of a montreal training session

“that’s our daddy! hi daddy he’s so fast”

“he’s nubber 35”

“arthur you can’t count that much. only to 12”

(mum voice) “jade don’t be mean to your brother”

“oh oh, he’s got a boo boo” (jj fell on his ass)

“i fell on my butt yesterday”

“ha! butt”

“butt butt butt butt butt” — cut off

“uncle shane! hello uncle shane we love you!”

“he can’t hear you arthur, its a bideo”

“video, ruby not bideo”

“who is that man, he looks sad” (coach)

“i think he’s the boss, he’s wearing black”

“mummy calls him mr poopy pants” — cut off

“oh there’s uncle shane again! he’s the bestest”

“nubber 24! …i can’t count that much either”

“mummy can uncle shane read to us tonight?”

“sure, but let’s focus on the video girls”

“where’s daddy this video is boring. can i have a snack?”

(small interruption of juice box slurping)

“arthur stop eating the mic”

“baawahaa” - cut off with a wet sloppy sound

“oh there’s uncle shane again! why is he the only one playing?”

“the others aren’t any good, daddy says so” - cut off

[undeadcas]

i reblogged your post way better than that guy

[strawberrycamel]

we really should be calling it fanworks, not content

[strawberrycamel]

I'm here for fun and community not to rp a mega corporation's underpaid social media intern

[edwin-of-the-day]

Day 27

[dogpuppy]

[chickenmim]

Dude... allow me to add to your trove.

I have a folder of these on my phone... I'm not sure what that says about me!

[quoth-de-crow]

@ominous-signs

[ominous-signs]

Official ominous sign(s)

[whatthebleep]

Let's put one thing to bed, real quick, yeah?

"LOL Jeremy is the only character not under the thumb and eye and control of organized crime. He is going to be so shocken when..."

Babes. Jeremy Knox is controlled by a family of corrupt, conservative politicians. The patriarch of whom is a United States fucking Senator.

Babes. Jeremy Knox is controlled by a bribed and corrupt police force.

Babes. Jeremy Knox is controlled by those who could very well control the FBI.

Babes. Jeremy Knox is controlled by the highest echelon of organized crime in America.

It may not be the same, but it sure as hell isn't different.

[patdyuri]

footballtwt during the world cup oh how i’ll miss you

[deervsheadlights]

spiritually, pre-launch grace is a twig to me. but the infinitely funnier option is that he has amassed gosling levels of brawn because he still frequently gets pissed off at his students and coworkers and his primary anger management strategy is gym. he can swallow it down but only for so long. and if his routine gets interrupted for whatever reason the other teaching staff will eventually notice and someone will pull him aside and go "hey not to be insensitive but youre being kind of a bitch. unrelated question, when was the last time you punched stuff recreationally?"

[spacecorps]

Part 1 / Part2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Part 5/5 - "Ah, Adrian understand. Simon grace perverts, like rocky, statement."

Aaaand I think that's the end of this specific bloodymary on the rocks series but I'm so captivated by them there will definitely be more art coming.

[galacticsabc]

part two of Grace knitting on the Hail Mary. This time, he's crochet his besties.

[hurtcomfortforeveryone]

BloodyMary au where everything is the same as in common fanon, but Simon lost his dominant hand and now has quite a hard time while retraining himself.

Rocky: need understand. So humans have four limbs, not five.

Grace: you see.

Rocky: but two useful for walking only, so you have just two to work and hold things.

Grace: yeah.

Rocky: and now you tell me only one can write and do precise movements and literally anything, question?! [pointing at Simon who struggles to eat ramen with chopsticks] What humans do in wild when lose it, just lie down and die, statement?

Grace: no!

Simon: yes.

P.S.: possible addition for the "Hail Mary crew survives" au.

Iluykhina: oh! Actually, it's hard but not impossible to retrain yourself to use one hand instead of another! It was even a common practice in some places. The number of people with a dominant left hand is much lower than those with a dominant right hand. So few decades ago, in my country, teachers forced left-handed children to use their right hand for writing, punishing them otherwise, until they got into the habit.

Rocky, oblivious: humankind strange.

Grace, the truly caring teacher: excuse me w h a t

(That's a real story that happened with my mom :( I read that this practice was common in the USA too, but don't know when it ceased)

[9ieme]

this picture of a chip pan oil fire from the wikimedia cookbook is so strikingly sublime

[thishumanformislimiting]

@fern-daysss

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

you seem like the soft bi aroallo butch who you meet at a bar and have a one night stand with, then the next morning the person wakes up to you not being in bed, until you come up behind them and hug them from behind while just in boxers and unbuttoned flannel shirt.

okay well that's you just making shit up if I can be honest. including the butch part ??? and especially the part where I let someone sleep in my bed

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

in the spirit of fun I'm ranking every wrong part of this from least to most egregiously wrong

acting like "soft bi aroallo butch" is widely known category of person

met at a bar (lmao)

flannel??

BOXERS???

butch???

I let you stay the night???

in my bed where I sleep???

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I seem like the bi aroallo who would not want to have sex with you tbh

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

sorry I know we've moved on but this is still so. fucking funny. I've spent the last two days going "wow this is so soft butch of me" whenever I do anything

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

wearing a button up today... never beating the soft butch allegations

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

thanks for asking! this was sent to me 200% unprompted

[rabbitkinglune777]

I think more non binary characters should be fat

[rabbitkinglune777]

fat and black and brown 👍🏾

[rabbitkinglune777]

kinda tired of non binary being tied to skinny androgyny that's mostly white. I say that's as a non binary transmasc/boy thing who's fat and black.

being non binary can look like anything and anyone but especially individuals who have different body types outside of thin. they can have body/facial hair too. show up for all enbies.

[my-castles-crumbling]

dock (guys I almost wrote dick by accident) - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 358

“My dad proposed to my mom there,” James said nonchalantly as he and Regulus walked down to the Hogwarts boathouse, gesturing to the gently-rocking dock that was floating on the water. 

Regulus blinked, looking towards where his boyfriend was pointing. It’d been a long day. Receiving a letter from his own parents had left him feeling hollow and hopeless, and no matter how many times James had assured him that he would be okay, that they would figure this out, that they would stay together….he couldn’t find it in himself to stay positive. 

Still, he humored James with a question. “What, he brought her back or something? Years later?” he muttered, trying to find it in himself to care.

“No.”

This got his attention a little. 

“How…?”

“Well, not the first time. He proposed for the first time when they were, like….fifteen, I think? Did a terrible job of it,” James beamed, obviously remembering a funny story as Regulus stood, shocked. “He was nervous. Fell right in the water and he obviously didn’t have a ring. But the second time, the day they graduated, he did better. Made it official and all that.”

Regulus’s heart was hammering in his chest. “They were so young,” he whispered, fingers trembling. But fuck, why did he feel so hopeful? Why did he feel like…?

“They’ve been together for thirty years and are still happier than ever. They knew what they wanted, Reg. I’m like them in that way,” James said casually, shrugging and looking down at him with so much fondness Regulus considered bursting on the spot. 

He waited to perhaps become engaged. Or die of anticipation. Or maybe just faint.

“I wouldn’t do it without asking,” James said softly, pulling him close, causing his body to fill with a mixture of relief and, oddly, disappointment. “But…maybe…someday soon…I’m asking to ask?”

Regulus couldn’t decide what to do as he inhaled James’s scent. “Shit, James, that’s insane,” he breathed.

“But you’re not saying no.” He felt James smile against his hair.

He smirked a little as well, because as always, James knew him too well. “I’m…not saying no,” he relented. 

[my-castles-crumbling]

dwindling - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 217 - click here to see my microfic archive!

Swallowing thickly, Ilya looked around the bar. Now that last call had happened, the patrons were dwindling and the dance floor was quickly thinning out. Most people seemed satisfied–drunk, or else high on the feeling of staying out late enough to be a bit tipsy on the early-morning air.

But Ilya just felt more empty than ever.

He’d tried. 

Tried to find someone to bring home. Someone to even dance with. But no. Instead, he’d just sat and thought about Shane’s offer–the cottage. Two weeks. 

Alone.

God, he wanted it. So fucking bad.

As he sat, sulking, he spotted an abandoned can of Ginger Ale on the sticky bar–the same brand he pretended not to know that Shane loved most.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have had that last drink, because he quickly snapped a picture of it and sent it to Shane.

Ilya: There are other losers here like you

It was the closest he could get to saying ‘thinking of you.’ To texting ‘I miss you so fucking much my whole body aches.’ To confessing his love right there, on his phone screen.

But in a few minutes, Shane, who usually went to bed by midnight, replied.

Jane: Asshole

Ilya’s hard leapt. He hoped so desperately that it was Shane’s way of saying he missed him, too.