all we are is dust in the wind

"I found a time machine and brought her home from 1970 something" ~ the most accurate way I've been introduced

[sleepdeprivedsurgeon]

the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole

[femnby-lesbiab]

[nrthernsong]

Hi hi, happy early new year! If you feel like it, what are twelve things that made you proud of yourself this year? They don’t have to be tumblr-related—can be personal or just whatever comes to mind!—but I thought it could be fun to think on the nice parts of 2025 :)

Ooo 12 things that made me proud of myself, #1 is so easy, the other 11, a bit harder to list 😅

1. Quitting my terrible job and getting a new wwaaaayyyyy better one.

2. Trying therapy for a second time, the first time didn't work out too well but this time I found a therapist I really liked who helped me a lot this year. (So sad I moved states for the job and can't see her anymore!)

3. Expressing how I feel about my gender and sexuality more, it's a journey I'm on and I feel more comfortable where it's going.

4. Talking more to mutuals on tumblr! I've been here for like 15 years across different blogs and never really talked to people that weren't irl friends, but now I'm commenting more and actually communicating with people in the communities I'm involved with!

5. Going on an international trip with my sister. It was our first big trip just the two of us that we planned and did on our own as adults and we had a great time!

6. Went back to school, again for the third time to get a professional development certificate in copyediting. It definitely helped contribute to getting my new job and helps me a lot with my work.

7. Made a lot more art this year, did more painting, learned to crochet, sewed and designed costumes, it's been a very artistic year.

8. Spent a lot of my summer outside, did a lot of hiking, kayaking, and even swimming in a lake. That part is particularly impressive for me because I'm terrified of things that live in water and hate when I can't see what's under me.

9. Confessed feelings that I've been sitting on for years now. It didn't go exactly how I would have liked but wasn't the worst outcome. But I'm proud I told them how I feel.

10. Started saying no to people who are continually telling me what I need to do for them.

11. Started paying off a lot of my debt and saving for my own place!

12. Honestly just proud I got through the year, it's been a rough one but I made it to 2026 and hopefully things will get better!

[nrthernsong]

Good lord I'm old 😅 I only made this account because my friend bullied me into doing it after years of creeping around without one and just sending her screenshots of things we liked. Her logic "if you just made a blog already then you could send me these posts on tumblr directly." Can't say she was wrong 😂

[honeycaksy]

hey this is a really random idea but could you draw a dorlene where Dorcas is dying Marlene’s hair? Love your art btw ❤️

Hi dear!

I hope you didn’t forget about sending me this request because I didn’t! (Yes, I’m still trying to go through my oldest requests so nobody feels forgotten!) And thank you for the compliments ❤️

And I realized this was my first and only Dorlene request I got, kind of? Which surprised me! Please don’t be shy to request more wlw couples in general ( I think I got in total 5 out of 150 ) even though I am kinda slow those recent months 🥹

And here they are! I have absolutely no idea how dying/bleaching blonde hair works, so I just stuck to what I’ve seen on TikTok to bleach the darker roots (especially since I personally headcanon Marlene as not being a natural blonde).

I like drawing Dorcas with purple clothes or accessories because I feel like it’s her color (just like I love using green for Lily or pink for Mary, for example).

Have a nice day!

[xbeababyx]

Pedro Pascal the man you are.

[grogusmum]

[marvelstoriesepic]

Rules: you just got a kind of shitty old car and it doesn't have bluetooth. you can only buy 7 CDs and you can't repeat an artist. what are you getting?

I’m ridiculously late with this, I’m so sorry!!

But thank you so much @fawniswriting for tagging me!! 🥹🩷

ღ ღ ღ

• Hozier (Special Edition) by Hozier

I’m with you on this one, love!! But I’d miss Would That I so terribly

• The Dichotomy by David Kushner

• You’ll be Alright, Kid (Chapter 1) by Alex Warren

• Cry Baby (Deluxe Edition) by Melanie Martinez

• HIT ME HARD AND SOFT by Billie Eilish

• So Close To What by Tate McRae

• Born to Die - Paradise Edition (Special Version) by Lana del Ray

ღ ღ ღ

This was stressing me out a little lmao, but it’s definitely fun!! And I love to see your music taste, my lovelies 💖

No pressure tags: @the-voice-beckons-below @ailoda @littlebirdygirlywriting @poodleofstardust @multifandomneeerd @buckyys-babydoll @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane @lives-in-midgard @writing-for-marvel @mrs-elsie-barnes @civilbucky

[ailoda]

thank you for thinking of me, lovely <33 you better take responsibility for the mental anguish this caused me ;)🫶

my 21st century blues - raye

mamma mia! the movie soundtrack

hozier (special edition) - hozier

wicked: the soundtrack - wicked 2024

volcano - jungle

i am…sasha fierce (platinum edition) - beyoncé

a burner cd with my 60s favourites—because there’s no way i’m cruising around with no connie francis or frankie valli.

the deciding factor was how well the album ranks on a cryability/singability scale, and i think i’m happy with my ratio.

npt: @crescenthistory @sunskisser @yasministration @wintrsoul @pizzaapeteer @iamgonnagetyouback

[crescenthistory]

hmmmmm see this is impossible and actually equates to torture, so thank you aimes xx

folklore by taylor swift

the record by boygenius

stranger in the alps by phoebe bridgers (this doesn't count as repeating artists hush)

dance fever by florence + the machine

sawayama by rina sawayama

my uncle's music so i can listen to his voice forever<33

i would somehow steal the rest of taylor and phoebe's discographies btw, not to mention wrecking ball by bruce springsteen, everything by searows, halsey, IU, ethel cain, bakar, 2pac and hayley williams

npt: @dadadaismo @nightsmarish @leeny-leens @revesephemeres @kquil @juniorlore @nrthernsong @moons-and-mobility-aids <3

[nrthernsong]

Oooo this is my jam! I do have a shitty car without Bluetooth! I have plug-ins to my cigarette lighters if i want to listen to not the radio 😂

7 CD's I'd totally stock my car with are

1. Queen's Greatest Hits - Queen

2. Rubber Soul - Beatles

3. Found Heaven - Conan Gray

4. Pippin soundtrack - Pippin the musical

5. Led Zeppelin IV - Led Zeppelin

6. Electra Heart - Marina

7. 33 1/3 - George Harrison

That's such a hard list to narrow down! Thank you @crescenthistory for the challenge 😂

[han-leia-solo]

May the 4th be with you!

[ayeforscotland]

Oh, and by the way, that Supreme Court ruling is where that Harry Potter money goes.

[ayeforscotland]

Context.

[what-are-fish]

This isn't even a slight exaggeration. JKR has openly given at least £70,000 to For Women Scotland to campaign against trans rights and fund this exact supreme court ruling. x x

Her anti-trans Crisis Centre in Edinburgh has the director of For Women Scotland on the Board of Directors. x

We can presume she's given more (financial) support off the record or in other ways.

Rowling consistently makes passive income on all Harry Potter products. Multiple sources have cited that Rowling earns anywhere between $50 million to a $100 million each year from royalties. Forbes estimated she earned $95 million in 2017 alone. x x x

It is a well-known fact that she earns net profit percentages on all her IP. Every time you buy any HP merch, from anywhere, she gets a cut. Every time you watch one of her films, even streaming or just on the tv, she gets a cut. Every time you visit Universal Studios or Harry Potter World, she gets a cut.

And she uses that money to do this. To strip trans rights at every opportunity.

This is where that Harry Potter money goes.

[emptyjunior]

I think having a baby niece is great cause my brother will send me just a constant stream of messages that sound indistinguishable from how someone at Jurassic park would text if they were being hunted by the raptor

[otrtbs]

wasps in winter — a ghost story

if you like unsettling vibes, ghosts, murders, jegulus, tiny southern towns, and mysterious slaughterhouses … boy do i have the fic for you!

[unstablereader]

After all that, I think we all deserve a little fun

[Juicy] Fruit OC maker!

Hello! I'm Jia and I like fruits! 🍎 I spent way too much time on this but i had so much fun!! If anybody's posting on X and Instagram, do

Npt: @ellecdc @anawritez-posts @suugarbabe @kquil @iamgonnagetyouback

[iamgonnagetyouback-deactivated2]

thank you so much for the fun game, mum!!

npt: @amongemeraldclouds @astonishmaint @moonpascal @crescenthistory @notyaslol

[crescenthistory]

incredibly cute and appreciated sweets <333

i appreciate the hands being automatically red around the joints lol #arthritisrep

npt: @ailoda @nrthernsong @qualitystreetbread @butt3rnugg3t @revesephemeres @hyunielover @m00nkissedlover @leeny-leens <3

[nrthernsong]

The hands really sum up the energy 😅

[knebellindemann]

[my-castles-crumbling]

Just in case any of you are confused, TikTok being banned and coming back not even 24 hours later with a giant "we thank President Trump" message is NOT a win. It's a huge red flag and a sign that this was a thousand percent planned.

[crescenthistory]

Hi Carina! It’s the anon who referred to your fanfics as poetry if you remember lol.

Number 1 I still stand by that and it’s even more enforced after reading your most recent poly!postwar!marauders I was hooked!! And number 2 I finally have a proper request for regulus and whiskers - perhaps some scenario where reader comes to regulus all scratched up and he p a n i c s but treats her (the scratches are from some random student’s pet cat that decided they suddenly wanted that specific patch of sun reader was napping on or something silly like that) and it’s just a mix of fluff and humor?

You totally do not have to do this specific prompt especially if you think of something similar but better, I 100% trust your vision. Also I’d like to be 🧸 anon for future posts if that’s ok with you. Once again thank you for blessing us with your stories and sorry for the long message haha❤️

of course i remember, that is my favourite compliment to date 😭 all i want is for my writing to be considered poetry, thank you so much. i'll add you to the list as 🧸 anon my love, feel free to share your age and pronouns too<333

Words: 1.5k

Warnings/tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, light injuries, some blood, physical and emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, mentioned bsf!sirius, idiots in love, like literal soulmates, some cat telepathy bc i can lmao

A/N: more of whiskers and shadow can be found starting with this fic ! the cat pictured below is @nrthernsong's sweet Echo who is my whiskers faceclaim, exactly how I picture her<33

Regulus heard that something was wrong before he saw it.

The past hour had been spent on the sofa closest to the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, alternating between lazily reading his current paperback and dozing off. You had grown restless and given him a sweet forehead kiss before whisking out the door, assumedly to run out your leftover energy chasing mice and climbing walls. The mere thought made him smile, but he was far too comfortable to join you, and you were sleeping over in his dorm tonight anyway.

He figured it was no harm; he enjoyed knowing that you were doing your own thing and would be coming back to him. That you were such a fully realised person with your own desires, impulses, life and friends – even if one of those friends had to be his very own brother. That you were such a remarkable individual and kept choosing him every day, with every ounce of that self. It was as good a way as any to spend the evening.

That was, until he heard the desperate clawing of familiar paws against the stone common room door.

Apart from his usual doomsday gut feeling, he found it strange that you weren’t transforming back into yourself to open the door and walk in. Though, he told himself, you clearly could not transform in the still half-filled room, and perhaps you just wanted to remain in cat form without giving your animagus status away. Yet, your scratching seemed almost fervent, even over the sounds of chatter and laughter, which told another story.

Regardless of why, Regulus shot up out of his seat from the second he registered the noise as coming from you, hurrying across the floor. A wave of dizziness hit him from how fast he went from a reclining to borderline-sprinting position, but he pushed it down without a second thought.

When he opened the common room door and a white and grey figure sped in past him at an unbelievable speed, he realised what the problem was. 

Because your usually beautiful, fluffy fur was ruffled all about and there were distinct streaks of redness across it. The blood was striking against the already blinding white, and Regulus could not fight the way his breath hitched. 

“Amour,” he all but hissed, speed walking after you to where you had hid away in the first available corner.

Despite remaining mostly aware of your human self, once you were in your animagus form, certain animalistic tendencies took over. It was how you were able to communicate so efficiently through hisses and pets, but also why in states of panic, you would seek out physical shelter to hide beneath rather than coming to him for protection and comfort like you otherwise would.

Uncaring of how he looked running after a cat and murmuring to it as if it was a person, Regulus followed you, crouching down on his knees before you when you hid beneath an armchair against the wall. He couldn’t see you well in the darkness, but he did see a pair of yellow eyes shine out at him, so stunning that the fear in them should be illegal.

“Mon amour.” Regulus decided to forgo any reservations, and laid down on his stomach with his cheek against the floor so that he could be face to face with you. “Darling, what happened to you? Are you alright?”

The whimpering sound you made shot straight through his heart, drawing a rather pathetic coo from him.

You curled further up into yourself. Regulus inched his hand forward so that it was close to your face, but you made no move to butt your head against it like you usually would. Your eyes seemed to be pleading with him, but in this form, Regulus couldn’t read you as well.

In this form.

Regulus suddenly knew what he had to do.

Before that though, he retracted his hand in favour of letting his fingers curl around his wand. He brought it up to rest before you, slowing his movements down so as to not alert you in this frightened state. Even in a moment like this, you still trusted him entirely, and only blinked slowly at him while you shivered. He brought the tip of his wand up to rest just above your red spots.

“I’ll make it better, amour, I swear,” he mumbled, almost as if to himself. With a light graze and two whispered incantations, Regulus spelled away whatever shallow scratches you had across your beautiful fur and cleaned up the blood that had stained you so unjustly. 

Though he could not be certain, he thought he heard a sigh escape you. This time, when he put his wand down, you leaned your patterned forehead down against his fingertips. Worry was still clouding most of his mind, but his lips did twitch at the sentiment.

“I’m not leaving you.” He declared before saying anything else, not wanting fear to take over you once more. “Just stay right there, lovely, and I’ll be right back for you.”

Regulus almost stumbled when he pushed himself up onto his feet and near-sprinted up towards his dorm, taking the stairs three steps at a time. If you were startled, he could neither see nor hear it, and fully intended to soothe you in a mere moment.

The second he was out of sight of any other students, Regulus twirled into his own animagus form, Shadow.

At this new level of elevation and with the animalistic instincts taking over him, Regulus felt the wave of concern spark in him anew. While he could sense when he spelled away your injuries that they were not serious, the thought of you scared ached throughout him. On speedy onyx legs, he leaped back down the stairs with just one thought swimming through his mind.

Amour, amour, amour.

You must have smelled Shadow on his way to you, because even before he saw you, he picked up on the keening noise you made at the approach of your mate. 

Still sheltered carefully beneath the armchair, you were perched up on your front paws, staring eagerly towards where Shadow was pouncing towards you. This time, you let him slip beneath the seat and into your hiding place without any hesitation. On the contrary, you made space for him, and as soon as he was within reach, you curled up against him, hiding away.

With your face burrowed into Shadow’s furry neck, he could finally feel you sigh out in relief, any tension and fear seeping out of you. It was exactly what he had been hoping for, exactly what he wanted, no needed to accomplish.

Your love was true in any form, but the connection the two of you shared in animagus form was different from anything Regulus could even think to communicate through words. He had yet to find any relevant literature on animagi explaining the bonding experience you had in animagus form, but perhaps this was one of the things in his life that Regulus didn’t need to intellectualise.

Instead, Shadow curled back up against you, keeping his head over yours in a protective manner as he held you close with his paws. Absentmindedly, he began grooming your fur, placing every strand back down in the correct direction, ridding you of any evidence of whatever tussle you had suffered when roaming the castle. Certain places of your fur seemed to demand more of his attention, and though Regulus could not prove it as he healed and cleaned you up magically earlier, he had a creeping suspicion that was where you had been scratched up. So he didn’t resist it, instead doting on you exactly how he wanted.

Beneath his touch, you were becoming soft and pliant once more, purring loudly and occasionally looking up at him with the yellow eyes he had come to love so. His Whiskers. His amour.

Using the very bond he had no words to explain, Shadow asked you through some odd form of cat communication and animagi telepathy: What happened?

Your grunt and huff communicated what he had feared. Mrs. Norris.

Shadow made a hissing sound directed at your shared menacing nemesis before doubling down on his efforts to soothe you, nudging you over onto your back so that he could groom and kiss along your neck and chest – your most vulnerable areas in cat form, showing you just how safe you were now. 

This was part of what occasionally living as a cat entailed, but Regulus would be damned if he did not care for you as if it was a tragedy each and every time. Spelling out I love you with every lick and pet and nudge and purr.

Based on the lovely sounds you were making and how you seemed to melt into him until you were one and the same, you loudly claimed I love you too.

Regulus could rest easy with you safe and sound in his hold, content just to have you near him, any anger subdued for as long as he was comforting you. In the meantime, he was dreaming up how a certain big black dog might have a little chat with Mrs. Norris.

[sanantoniorose]

Remembering John Denver on what would have been his 81st birthday.

[ellecdc]

I have nothing to add. I’ll be taking no questions at this time

[ellecdc]

I have nothing to add. I’ll be taking no questions at this time