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reblog to teleport your mutuals to a massive party when jkr dies

i am genuienly afraid for the world right now things are getting worse and worse day by day 😰

why can't transphobes and terfs realise their actions are going to harm them in the end? karma isnt a joke

it looks like we're finishing ourselves off way before global warming or anything else ever could 💔

Waiting until season 4 realises on netflix...

epic: the musical arts

I told myself like last week to draw hunger games SOTR characters but I ended up listening to the entire epic musical and binged the animatics

I would, with all due disrespect, like to officially disown that person from the fandom

Like no. I cannot see you as the author of something so amazing and open-minded. I cannot hate on the world you have shown to everyone. But I can stop associating you with it. Harry Potter is just not yours. A wonderful world like that has no business being under the control of such a disgusting and pathetic individual.

#fuck jkr

Gen: K

Senku: Ah, well potassium is a very nice element

Senku: Very reactive

Senku: Unlike that response you just gave

Convince me that sleeping late at night is bad with all your cards 🙅 I'll resist with everything I have (I really believe I should sleep earlier but I don't have a really good reason to, like something that puts me fear)

-🦐 (shrimp is out of questions atm, I need to go back to school to have some ideas to disturb your peace)

You want fear? Alright.

Chronic sleep deprivation—especially from staying up late while forcing your circadian rhythm out of sync—disrupts the glymphatic system, the brain’s literal cleaning network.

That system? It clears out metabolic waste like Beta-amyloid plaques aka the stuff linked to Alzheimer’s.

So every time you skip sleep or delay it past when your internal clock expects rest, you’re lowering your brain’s ability to scrub out neurological trash. Over time, that gunk builds up and slows cognition, memory, and executive function.

You know that foggy, irritable, “what was I doing again?” feeling after a late night? That’s your prefrontal cortex lagging behind because its fuel reserves are torched and its synaptic pruning is off schedule.

Your immune system gets sluggish. Your hormones misfire. You’re more likely to develop insulin resistance. Your risk of heart disease spikes.

And worst of all?

Your brain adapts.

You stop noticing how impaired you are. You think you’re functioning normally, but the lights are flickering upstairs and nobody’s doing maintenance.

The body can handle the occasional late night. But make it a habit? You’re not rebelling. You’re slowly corrupting your own code.

You asked for fear. There it is.

nail - march 3 - black brothers - trans!Regulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 267

“Guess what Mother told me today,” Regulus said flatly, walking into Sirius’s room without permission and slamming the door behind himself.

“Hey, did you know there’s a new invention? S’called knocking. Try it,” Sirius mumbled, not looking over from where he was gazing into the mirror, carefully applying black eyeliner to his waterline.

“Hey, did you know there’s a new invention? It’s called not being a prat. Try it,” Regulus retorted, throwing himself onto Sirius’s bed. “Now, do you want to hear, or not?”

Sirius placed his eyeliner down and turned. “Fine. Go on.”

“She told me I need to start dressing like a girl, because that’s what society expects. That I should get over my little phase. That I should be more like you, because you dress like a boy, just like you’re supposed to,” Regulus said, rolling his eyes and grimacing as he repeated the words.

But Sirius was too busy narrowing his eyes and looking down at himself. As he did so, Regulus grinned, because he knew Sirius was thinking exactly what he was.

“She thinks I meet societal expectations?” he asked bemusedly, waving a hand over his outfit.

“Yes,” Regulus nodded gleefully. "More than me, anyway."

“Me. The son who paints his nails bright blue, wears more eyeliner than the average girl, rocks skinny jeans, and has hair below his shoulders?” Sirius demanded, looking dumbfounded. “While you, who wears normal pants and button downs and shit, are an embarrassment?”

“Yes,” Regulus agreed, smirking. 

“Fuck. I’ve obviously failed. Should I start wearing glitter?” Sirius asked, turning back to his reflection.

“Wouldn’t hurt…” Regulus chuckled.