I still can’t get over the fact that I lived through the greatest piece of Magicians fanfic alive, except that was all straight up canonical.

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I still can’t get over the fact that I lived through the greatest piece of Magicians fanfic alive, except that was all straight up canonical.
Angsty Romantic Cliches I’m a Slut For
Holding their partner’s unconscious/dead body
Sobbing into their partner’s shoulder/chest
One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room
The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly
“I thought I lost you” hugs
“Don’t go where I can’t follow!”
One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other
The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as consequence
The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done
I could go on about this trope alone for 5 hours
A last desperate “I love you!”
A tearful, hard kiss before battle, bonus points if its a confessional kiss
“Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Bandaging each other’s wounds
Both of them injured, and waking up beside each other
no more discourse. only mr. marble.
Additionally
TELL ME WHAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH ME
COLORS, SONGS, AESTHETICS, PEOPLE, ANYTHTING
Go for it
if aquarius is supposedly an “””air””” sign why does it got AQUA in its name….really makes u think..
there is no heterosexual explanation for this.
Agreed.
Seems legit.
Hahahahaha
Must reblog/retweet every time I see this.
valentine asks
secret admirer: do you usually admire someone from afar or ask them on a date upfront?
red roses: what’s the last thing you gave someone for valentine’s day?
box of chocolates: are you single? if so, what would you say the best thing about being single is?
love letters: are you a cheesy lovey dovey person?
bouquet: have you ever dated someone twice?
red: would you date your friend’s ex?
date: have you ever stargazed with your s/o?
hearts: did/do you write your crushes name in the margins of your books?
love: have you ever fell in love at first sight?
girls: what’s your favourite thing about dating girls?
kisses: where is your favourite place to be kissed? why?
teddy bears: are you clingy?
heart eyes: do you send good morning and good night messages? if so, what do they say?
rose petals: what is your favourite thing to do with your partner?
crush: do you have a crush?
confessions: if you could say anything to your crush right now, what would it be?
gifts: do you prefer flowers or chocolates?
smile: do you prefer soft kisses or making out?
hand holding: would you date someone who wasn’t into physical affection?
boys: what’s your favourite thing about dating boys
pink: what are your opinions on valentine’s day?
blushing: are you good at making people flustered?
whipped: have you ever embarrassed yourself in front of your s/o or crush? if yes, tell us about it
romance: how many times do you say ‘i love you’ a day
mixtape: has anyone ever made you a mixtape? if yes, what was your favourite song on it?
Why the hell not
The way that we learn about Helen Keller in school is an absolute outrage. We read “The Miracle Worker”- the miracle worker referring to her teacher; she’s not even the title character in her own story. The narrative about disabled people that we are comfortable with follows this format- “overcoming” disability. Disabled people as children. Helen Keller as an adult, though? She was a radical socialist, a fierce disability advocate, and a suffragette. There’s no reason she should not be considered a feminist icon, btw, and the fact that she isn’t is pure ableism- while other white feminists of that time were blatent racists, she was speaking out against Woodrew Wilson because of his vehement racism. She supported woman’s suffrage and birth control. She was an anti-war speaker. She was an initial donor to the NAACP. She spoke out about the causes of blindness- often disease caused by poverty and poor working conditions. She was so brave and outspoken that the FBI had a file on her because of all the trouble she caused.
Yet when we talk about her, it’s either the boring, inspiration porn story of her as a child and her heroic teacher, or as the punchline of ableist, misogynistic jokes. It’s not just offensive, it’s downright disgusting.
the reason the story stops once hellen keller learns to talk is no one wanted to listen to what she had to say
how’s that for a fucking punchline
Another part of the story that is often conveniently omitted is that Anne Sullivan, the “miracle worker” in question, was also a visually impaired woman (and abolitionist) who faced her own struggles finding accessible education. That was why she was able to teach Helen Keller and connect her with resources that would allow her to flourish in academia. When Helen Keller was railing against poverty-induced diseases that caused blindness, she was talking about things like trachoma which was what had caused her friend’s vision loss.
The fact that Sullivan is often portrayed as able-bodied in retellings of their story is indicative of the narrative that is most comfortable for an ableist society: that accessibility and equality are gifts bestowed upon the disabled by able-bodied heroes. Disabled children are never taught that they have the power to lift each other up, and that’s a crying shame.
I just wanna change my age in my bio...is that too much to ask?????
Alright, I have said this once, and I will say it again... with a little more conviction (is that the word I'm looking for? Prolly not) but I honestly think I'm coming back this time. A lot (I mean a lot) has happened in the past few months and its been a very long and exhausting battle. With that said, I have finally remembered how much joy doing this has brought me and its something I want to get serious about so if anyone sees me starting to slack again, feel free to find me and smack me around.
(Sidenote: you can smack me around starting next month because I have a funeral this week and moving next week so I am a busy pal.)
That is all. Go on with your life.
After the war, Neville was one of the ones to help Harry clear out Grimmauld Place. Nobody dared to touch Sirius’ room, as it was an unspoken rule that Harry was the only one to go in there.
A few days after they’d begun, Harry entered the kitchen holding a box, a frown on his face. It was grimy, small, and had obviously seen better days, and so had its’ contents. However, without saying a word, Harry reached in and handed a small frayed Polaroid to Neville.
“It was under six enchantments beneath Sirius’ bed.”
“I-…oh.” Neville’s voice caught in his throat. His fathers face was smiling up at him on the same picture that held his mothers sarcastic handwriting. The hair that had lost its life from years spent in a hospital stuck straight up in the front, just like his own. The number 7 was done with the line across, just like he’d done since he could write. The life that radiated from the picture was palatable, beginning and ending with his fathers half smile laugh. They looked nearly identical when they made that look. He’d been able to see his parents growing up, and his grandmother had given him all the artefacts she had of them, from his fathers wand to family photos. However, nothing could compare. This was theirs, only theirs. This was who they were with each other, not in front of the stodgy family photographer.
“Thank you,” Neville whispered, clutching the polaroid to his chest.
Cousin or somebody who doesn’t know you’re together: James what happened to your neck? Who do I have to chase down and hex? (Cause you know even the distant relatives are protective in the Weasley fam and Co)
BONUS:
Since you guys have your own place now, does that mean I'm allowed to hide away from our crazy family with you guys? -Your Favorite Cousin Hugo
teddy what's ur fave hair colour to have and james what hair colour is ur fave on teddy????
James: I mean, my actual favourite colour on you is Hickey.
Teddy: Yes love, that is a colour.
Since you guys have your own place now, does that mean I'm allowed to hide away from our crazy family with you guys? -Your Favorite Cousin Hugo
teddy what's ur fave hair colour to have and james what hair colour is ur fave on teddy????
James: I mean, my actual favourite colour on you is Hickey.
Teddy: Yes love, that is a colour.