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My 18% need for cute 🐈 🐈‍⬛ cat paw badges, and my 82% sheer autistic determination to get them in a certain amount of time to continue the rest of my day with no stress 😎!!!

Genuinely how are yall booping so fast 🧍🏾‍♀️

No for real though, like why do they do that!!! My Moms British and I’m American (she raised us in the USA) and she does this EVERY DAY!! And don’t get me started on how she pronounces squirrel 🐿️. She says it like SQI-RUALL!!! LIKE GURL WHAT?!?! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!?! I’ve been side eyeing her since I was 5 and started to notice it lol 😂!!

its so funny when british ppl say the letter H they have to wheeze it out like HAITCH but then they say things like orrible and ello.. girl where did the haitch go 

I saw a post that said you’d run out of severitus/sevitus fics to read because you’ve read so many (and I’m thinking this is a bit of an older post) and I don’t know if you do recs but if you do could you maybe recommend some good severitus/sevitus fics please. 💕

Of course! I have many favorites, so here’s a couple of them in no particular order. I hope you enjoy!

Leo Inter Serpentes series by Aeternum (words in total: 745,652) Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?

Growing Pains by Sensibly Tainted (words: 190k+) The summer after Sirius’ death: the abuse at the Dursley’s leaves him broken. Snape is asked to try and help, and discovers that the key to saving Harry may be Draco, who has returned after his own difficult summer.

Whelp I & Whelp II by jharad17 (words: 75k+ and 80k+) Harry is 7 years old and treated literally like a dog by the Dursleys. Will he be rescued by the wizarding world? Will he ever be fit to take on the mantle of The Boy Who Lived?

Practicing Liars by lomonaaeren (words: 206,306) Harry found out that he was Snape’s son two years ago, and he’s carefully concealed it. But now Snape is his Defense teacher, and Draco Malfoy is up to something, and Dumbledore is dying, and the final battle is coming up, and everything is getting very, very complicated.

Burnt by lastcrazyhorn (words: 104,915) A disabled Harry comes to Hogwarts story. Everyone expects him to be like his dad, but how can he be with such a different past? A Slytherin Harry takes on Hogwarts in an unusual way.

The Definition of Home series by oliver.snape (words: 77,829) Harry runs into Snape while trying to find the definition of home, and finds himself drawn into Snape’s Order task, finding a location outside of London. Along the way, he and Snape learn a few new definitions themselves.

Equilibrium by Twinheart (words: 74,846) When Harry Potter comes to Hogwarts, Snape is forced to reexamine his initial impressions.

Family Night by Celebony (words: 33,312) As Hogwarts starts a quarterly Family Night, Harry is determined take part. Facing the heartache of looking in all the wrong places, he’ll have to discover the true meaning of family, and that sometimes it comes from where you least expect it.

Freaks Aren’t Allowed with sequel Not A Freak by lastcrazyhorn (words: 43,477 and 12,742) After nearly freezing to death outside his relative’s home, little Harry is rescued first by a spirit and then a snarky git! The adventure isn’t over yet though, as Snape soon realizes that his charge’s problems aren’t limited to just frostbite.

Nobody Cared by etherian (words: 368,968) 11 yr old Harry misses the Hogwarts Express. Snape is sent to find out why. What he finds changes any preconceived notions he might have had about the Boy-Who-Lived. 

Slave Child by Kristen Hudson (words: 277,351) A duel with Draco leads to drastic and permanent consequences for both Harry and Severus.

Snape’s Invisible Friend by teacherbev (words: 61,408) Harry rescues himself as a baby and chooses Snape as his protector, why no one knows because the toddler isn’t telling and no one can see him but Snape.

To Shape and Change by BlueOwl (words: 232,332) Time Travel. Snape goes back in time, holding the knowledge of what is to come if he fails. No longer holding a grudge, he seeks to shape Harry into the greatest wizard of all time, starting on the day Hagrid took Harry to Diagon Alley. No Horcruxes.

Walk the Shadows by jharad17 (words: 113k+) The summer after 5th year, Death Eaters find Harry abandoned in the Dursley house and bring him to Voldemort. Will one particular Death Eater give up his position and his hate to save his enemy’s son?

Secrets by Vorabiza (words: 395,365) Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side.

Malfoy Flavor by Vorabiza (words: 199,299) Harry’s ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.

Better Be Slytherin! by jharad17 (words: 175k+) As a first year, Harry is sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor, and no one is more surprised than his new Head of House.

A Year Like None Other by aspeninthesunlight (words: 790,169) A letter from home? A letter from family? Well, Harry Potter knows he has neither, but all the same, it starts with a letter from Surrey. Whatever the Durleys have to say, it can’t be anything good, so Harry’s determined to ignore it. But then, his evil schoolmate rival spots the letter and his slimy excuse for a teacher intercepts it and forces him to read it. And that sends Harry down a path he’d never have walked on his own.It will be a year of big changes, a year of great pain, and a year of confronting worst fears. It will be a year of surprising discoveries, of finding true strength, of finding out that first impressions of a person’s true colours do not always ring true. It will be a year of paradigm shifts.And from the most unexpected sources, Harry will have a chance to have that which he has never known: a home … and a family.

I’ve got you, babe

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jughead jones x sweet pea summary: a soft jughead upset over his drunk dad, ft. comforting sweet pea a/n: I did this sorta pre-relationship, and it’s like 1:30 in the morning and this was the first thing that popped into my head. I feared if I didn’t write it now, I never would, so I hope this is enough for you. If ya’ll have any other requests, please send them here! 

Once FP was tucked soundly into his bed, face shoved deep into the pillows, Jughead finally relieves himself of his duties and retires to the couch with a tired sigh. How close had they come? How close had he come? And stupidly, he believed that a retirement party at a bar of all things was a good idea – no matter the turn out, not matter how carefully conducted, the same result was bound to happen.

Things could’ve be mended, Jughead was sure of it. There were always so many possibilities for FP Jones, and he refused them all. All except for one.

Jughead looks to the fridge, wondering if there’s any leftover bottles in the shelves. He pulls his beanie from his head, stands, and trudges his feet along the carpet. He cleared as many empty bottles as he could from the living room table, and kitchen table, and then made his way over to pull the lever open on the fridge door.

Sure enough, another six pack nestled in the bottom corner, untouched, but surely waiting in anticipation to be drank by the drunk knocked out on the couch. Jughead peers over the window into the living room, ensuring there were no signs of his rise as he cracked them open, one by one, and tipped them upside down to drain down the sink.

While he waited for them to empty, he treated to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change into something with longer sleeves. A colourful reflection caught his attention through the bathroom window; he dropped the toilet seat down and stepped up out of curiosity.

Brilliant arrays of blues, reds and purples illuminated the tiny courtyard between the gathering of trailers. Jughead’s breath caught in his throat for a moment, wondering which Serpent could possibly be the culprit. Then, he chuckled once at the thought. A Southside Serpent unwinding his or her day with a lightshow.

After another minute of watching the lights swirl intricately, Jughead began to lower himself back to the floor before a movement pulled his attention to the door of the trailer. The figure was bent over, dark silhouette hard to make out until they stood and descended their stairs.

Jughead watched Sweet Pea carry two blue bins of recycling down into the pit, green hoodie three sizes too big for his already large frame. He jumped down from the toilet seat, quickly gathering the cans from the sink to toss into his own bin, slipping his feet back into his boots. He tried his best to keep the squeak of the door as quiet as he could as he exited, happy to see that the teen had noticed him, too.

Sweet Pea plopped onto the wooden steps of his own trailer, sliding over far enough to give Jughead enough room to join him.

“Sweets,” he greeted after sorting the empties. “What’s up with the light? You strip on the side, or something?”

“Just listening to music.”

Jughead nodded once, fingers absently folding and unfolding. “You left the Wyrm a little late. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

The step was damp, but Jughead didn’t mind. The chilling air, however, was a few degrees colder than he anticipated. “Open bar means a good time.” The Serpent replied nonchalantly. “I have a data management midterm Monday, and I need to study or I’m gonna totally bomb so I’ll be up for a while anyway. Shouldn’t you be in?” He inquired, leaning closer to bump their arms together.

Sweet Pea watched Jughead’s shoulders slump forward in defeat, raven curls falling over his already saddened eyes. There’s a brief moment where he envisioned reaching out to pull them away from his face, but quickly dismissed it.

“Long night. Tall Boy wouldn’t let the party die, so the party moved back here. Everyone’s gone now, and dad’s passed out, I was just cleaning up the trailer … ” he trailed off quietly, fidgeting the frayed threads on his sleeve.

Guilty, Sweet Pea turned his head to look down at the teen, thinking about how he had been the first to order a round of shots – one of which FP shot down whilst staring his son straight in the face. At the time, Sweet Pea hadn’t thought anything of the disappointment that shot across Jughead’s face. Thinking back now, his skin felt warm and stomach pooled nervously. “I’m sorry, Jones.” He breathed, unsure of what else he could really say.

“What? You don’t have to –”

“But I do. I … I called that first round. It completely slipped my mind that he wasn’t supposed to have anything to drink.”

Jughead dismissed it with a wave of his hand, hugging his knees up to his chest with a loud exhale. “It’s not that he’s not allowed. It was more that he said he wasn’t going to … and he did.” He began to felt his lip tremble, burning sensation building behind his closed lids as he let his face fall forward into his arms. He was careful with keeping his words clear and concise. “And I made a mistake, one he won’t let me fix, one he’s hellbent on fixing himself. All while jeopardizing everything, and for what?”

The Serpent gnawed on his inner cheek. “You wanna come in?” He offered, jerking his thumb to the half open door of his own trailer. “It doesn’t smell like booze.” He added.

Jughead didn’t even think twice before he was standing on his feet, following Sweet Pea into his home. It hadn’t been the first time he’d stayed the night, certainly wouldn’t be the last, he was sure.

He was familiar with the tweed couch, and itchy blanket, but had grown fond of the scent that lingered on the pillow Sweet Pea pulled from his own bed. But tonight he noticed that the area had been rearranged; he examined the furniture, new positions of the couch gave him a full view into the bedroom on the other side. He noticed that the lights were coming from a disco looking ball in the corner, and the gentle melody of something from Sweet Pea’s playlist came from the speaker of his phone it the other room.

“You know, if this keeps happening,” Sweet Pea gestured to outside and across the courtyard where Jughead’s own trailer sat, “My couch is always free – or my bed, if you’re here for more than a night in row.”

Jughead couldn’t help but smile. It was a thoughtful gesture, he decided, knowing that Sweet Pea was willing to offer up his own comfortability for him. From the moment he had met the Serpent, he had been shown a great deal of kindness. Or at least what he considered to be kindness, but he was sure that underneath all of the barriers and guards Sweet Pea had thrown up, there was a genuinely good hearted kid inside.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jughead mused with a smile, tucking his feet under his legs.

Sweet Pea busied himself with tidying up the rest of the space – not that Jughead cared if it were messy. Sweet Pea might have been the neatest teenage boy he knew. After a while, lights began to be flicked off, and Jughead nervously took his bottom lip between his teeth.

The Serpent noticed Jughead’s sudden change, and left the light on over the stove. He grabbed two cans of Cola from his mini fridge and wandered back over into the living room with a grin that stretched ear to ear. “Thirsty?”

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he took the can, wrapping both hands around its cold aluminum. “You don’t have to stay up with me.”

Sweet Pea shook his head, tugging half of the blanket over his thighs. “I know what dads can be like, and I know what alcoholics are like. Neither are easy to deal with.” He shrugged, leaning his frame against Jughead. “I just don’t want you to have to feel like you’ve gotta deal with that shit alone anymore.”

Jughead finally lifted his eyes to meet Sweet Pea’s, a look of wonderment taking over his features. There was something about his hooded lids and dark lips that felt so dangerously inviting, Jughead had to force himself to swallow back the lustful thoughts of surging forward to capture them with his own.

Oh, how he wondered what they’d taste like.

Sweets, not oblivious to Jughead’s hesitation, placed a comforting hand over his knee and squeezed tightly in reassurance, “A Serpent never stands alone. I’ll take care of you. You took care of us.”

A moment of silence hung between them. Uncertain of what he should say, Jughead placed his Cola on the coffee table and turned to face Sweet Pea. Then, he threw his arms over the Serpent’s shoulders and pulled him close, breathing in the leftover cologne from the retirement party. And there was no moment of hesitation when Sweet Pea’s arms returned the gesture, winding tightly around his waist to hold him close, tightly enough as though he were holding him together.

And in that long singular second, the bond that had been formed between the two teens solidified; there were now feelings of mutual respect, a foundation of trust, and perhaps even a ground of understanding.

😫😫😫😍😍😍😍🙌🏿🙌🏿🙌🏿!!!! Perfection!!!

Roxanne’s Visit <:D

A middle school in Achille, Oklahoma is closed following violent threats by parents on social media against Maddie, a 12-year-old transgender student who identifies as female and used the girls’ bathroom.

Maddie had been using the staff bathroom at her old school but used the girls’ bathroom at the new school because she wasn’t sure where the staff bathroom was. She was then accused of peeping under a bathroom stall. Her mother said it was probably because she “leans very far forward to use the bathroom.”

Then the threats began on a private parents’ Facebook group for the school. The parents called Maddie “it” and “thing”, suggested that her genitalia be mutilated to make her female (“a good sharp knife will do the job real quick”). One said it was “hunting season on them kind” and said there was “no bag limit.”

Maddie’s mother Brandy Rose said she fears for her life: “These are adults making threats– I don’t understand it. She’s an awesome kid. To see any fear in her, I can’t explain how bad that hurts me for them to hurt her.”

KXII reports: “The sheriff said the mother filed a protective order against one parent but no other arrests have been made, however several agencies including the FBI are stepping in to see if any comments constitute a hate crime.”

See the screenshots:

Sorry to say this but if we have to think about whether or not threatening to cut a 12 year old child is a hate crime means there is no hope for us. What has this nation become when it’s citizens feel they have a right to threaten minorities with no fear of repercussion. The only ringing heard now is the death knell of freedom..

Savages…

Aaaahhh @deritosmi !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE 🎂 🧁🍰!!!

Ah my birthday is tomorrow

Thank you so much!! I’m definitely going to look up those channels as soon as I get off work!! And I definitely have a few hyper focuses that I can definitely give it a try and to draw!! ❤️❤️❤️

OMG YOUR ART IS AMAZING🤩🤩🤩❤️❤️🙌🏿!!! I hope this isn’t weird, but I’m trying to get into drawing myself and I wanted to know if you had any tips on how to get better?!

OUGH 🥹🫶 THANK YOU BBY

I've been drawing my whole life basically and one thing that surely helps is using references for what you want to draw (animals, humans, still life etc). I personally like to draw more humans, I think it's more organic (?).

If you have any hyperfocus GO FOR IT, it helps improving your art (spent like 8 months drawing the same character and yes it helps). Despite that I like to watch SamDoesArt and Likelihood Art both on youtube!