mhhhmmmmm

yeahhhh they totally f*ck in Hades too

ah yes

Hermes and Charon f*ck too ofc

I bet they actually did it as well—

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2015

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Happy 2023

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm3Jk_qOndk/?igshid=Yzg5MTU1MDY=

honestly don’t know when I’ll finish the other parts to do this... so I’ll just repost it then I guess 💕

I always loved how this accessory looked on lif, so I wanted to draw it! 🌸🌼

“i can hold the world in my hands”

A/N: I had this idea and I wanted to write it for all the Dorm Leaders! I tried to pour a lot of love into these, so I hope that comes across properly! Here we go~ Please enjoy!

Edit–additional pieces: ver i (this), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver), ver iii (jamil)

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It was during another one of Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday Parties. You were sat right next to Riddle, stirring a teaspoon in your tea. You were giggling at the way Ace and Grimm were messing around, while Deuce tried to stop them–only to be pulled into it. Cater was laughing happily, the way he was holding his phone could only mean he was probably filming everything. Trey was sitting across you, a familiar smirk crawling up his lips at the sight of everyone enjoying themselves. 

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver ii - deuce, jade, floyd & silver

A/N: Hello hello I finally finished farming the FGO event. I’m continuing the “i can hold the world in my hands” series with some self-indulging choices~ I won’t write anymore for this series unless people request for it. For the ones who have sent in requests, please do not worry! I will get right on it since that will be my next writing priority~! :)

Now! Without further ado~ Let’s get some fluff!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders, ver ii (this), ver iii (jamil)

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Underneath his breath, Deuce rapidly muttered out the magical theories written in Riddle’s notes. His brows furrowed, and his mouth, pouted–a soft giggle escaped your lips because you can’t help admire how genuinely adorable he was being. 

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver. iii - jamil

A/N: Ah!!! Jamil definitely deserves an extra sweet one~ I hope you enjoy this! <3

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver), ver iii (this)

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Once the kitchen entered your line of vision, you could already smell the spices in the air. It could only mean one thing. A grin rose to your face—you had finally found Jamil.

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“do you even lift, bro?”

A/N: Thank you so much for this! This was a very fun break from the “holding the world” series ahahah~ I enjoyed it a lot and I think it sort of became crack? I hope this makes everyone who reads it laugh at least once! Please tell me what you think~

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“Bet I could bench press you.” 

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Meiki Summer Art !!

trunks are based off a very ugly mickey mouse one i saw on google 

“wendy?” “hello peter pan”

A/N: Hi everyone! I did say I was working on a personal piece, and I’m excited to finally share it with you! This features all seven dorm leaders (Im in awe that you voted for all of them together…). I don’t really want to say anything else. I want this piece to speak for itself.

Warning(?): angst, character death

Please enjoy! Er… or enjoy as much you can with it being angst.

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One of the last things you had done together was visit a magical photo booth. It had drawn your curiosity because it allowed the person–with magic or not–to take a photo, and change the background to anything the person had seen before.

The way your expression grew tender as you saw it work its magic was a sight he’d never forget. When you had eagerly shown him the photo, he asked you what location you had chosen.

“It’s my favourite place.” you had said with such tenderness, it caught his breath. “I’d love to take you there sometime… if possible.”

“At least with this photo, I have proof…” you had clutched it to your heart, ‘that you were real. that this isn’t a dream’ went unsaid. He wanted to reach out to you–to comfort you, but then you had laughed. Nothing could keep you down for too long.

“Now enough with the sad stuff, let’s take another photo! Show me something from your homeland! Please?”  

When you had left Twisted Wonderland, he had assumed you had taken the photo as a memento of your time together.

He was wrong.

You had left it with him.

You hadn’t given it to him per se. He had found it slipped amongst his belongings that you had originally borrowed.

For sure, you had left behind this photo for a reason.

As a way for him to find you again.

Though you both stood front and center in the photo, the background was incredibly detailed. It proved how important it must’ve been to you–that you were able to see it so clearly and create such a vivid image.

It should be enough.

It had to be enough so that he could–

‘I will find you’

He blinked rapidly as he felt his eyes burn, and he felt something slip out the corner of his eyes, and dripped down his cheek.

His fist clenched, before he flinched and frantically smoothened the photo as he gazed at your beautiful smiling visage.

“I will find you,” he swore to your photo. “And I’ll tell you how much I…”

He paused, unable to say it.

Still unable to say it despite–

And he cursed that he never had the strength to tell you how much he–

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as i said elsewhere, i probably will eventually stop shitposting about azul but today is not that day

“wendy?” “hello peter pan” OST

If you are a Twisted Wonderland fan why arent you reading @mobagehelllocal ‘s masterpiece? GO ON!!!  

Imagine my shock upon learning you can only submit 5 videos per post, so I will be making several posts for each boy.  I couldn’t pick just one so I’m posting all my picks for each boy’s chapter. I hope these are of your liking @mobagehelllocal !! 

Riddle 

Azul

A male colleague was making fun of the #metoo movement a few days ago, and many more (I’m one of 5 women in a department of 200 men) joined in. So I raised my voice and said I was glad women were speaking up about sexual harassment and assault and that I hoped that everyone who perpetuated this toxic behavior got taken down.

“Yeah but it’s a trend now, lots of them are just saying it for their 15 minutes of fame.” He then continued to say that he didn’t know anyone who had been harassed or any man who had done it.

I asked him if he had a daughter. He did. I asked him how old she was. She was was 17. I told him I’d bet my rent money that his daughter had experienced sexual harassment. 

“That’s impossible.” 

“Did you ask her?” 

“No.” 

“Well then, do it.”

The next day, he came in the office with five bouquets of flowers for all the women in our department, including me. He publicly apologized for making fun of sexual harassment and for making our lives harder by doing so. He said that he simply hadn’t known how widespread it was. Apparently, his daughter deals with it very regularly. She hadn’t told him because of the way he spoke about assault cases that were on the news. She thought he’d think less of her if she’d mention it. It was her idea that he should make a public announcement. He said he felt like a bad father. 

I said: “You were. Same goes for everyone who laughed with you. Be better, now you know better. And educate other men that still think the same way you did yesterday. And next time someone tells you about an experience they have, don’t automatically assume that because you haven’t seen it, it’s not true. That kind of willful ignorance is why we still deal with this shit.”

He also offered to pay my rent as that was part of the bet, but I told him I’d rather have him put effort in being a person his daughter and wife could be proud of. 

In conversation the other day my mom stopped and asked my dad about what percentage of women he thought had experienced sexual harassment. He said about 20-30% maybe. My mom told him that both of us had been harassed multiple times at work (same goes for both of her sisters) and that she had actually been assaulted by a groper on a public bus. I have never seen anyone’s face go slack so quickly before as he realized that literally every woman in his family had experienced this. And while I’m glad he believed us and has changed his view on that subject I still can’t shake the frustration, the anger, that it required being sat down and spoonfed these incidents that we didn’t particularly wanted to relive. This is something that women have been saying for years, but men just never listen. Not even when they’re forced to sit in mandatory harassment in the workplace training seminars.

this post needs more attention

What in God’s name is business casual

Thanks I got the job!

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bitch imagine? LMFAAAOOOOO

you ever just sit and realise u can’t remember 80% of your childhood? like … what happened? who am i ..?

Many people in the comments are saying “trauma”, but this is actually a very normal occurrence. It’s called Childhood Amnesia, and it’s a process which, as the brain reorganizes itself for cognitive thought that is developed in late childhood, it changes the Accessibility of those memories during recall. Many childhood memories are available to the person, but they will not be remembered during regular recall activity, you have to “trick” your brain into remembering with different tactics.

This is because there are two parts to memories - their encoding and their recall. The encoding determines their availability, their recall determines their accessibility. The reason why trauma memory and childhood amnesia are different is in this distinction. Trauma memory is often encoded differently, bypassing to the limbic system where it is stored as intrinsic memory. It can’t be recalled because it was never encoded. Childhood amnesia, however, seems to indicate that the memories are encoded, but we lose access to them as we age. This is most likely due to the development of brain structures that fundamentally change our encoding and recall of memory as we get older.

This is an important distinction, because trauma memory is “stored in the body”, i.e. you get triggers that send your body into a cascade of uncontrollable feelings, sensations and reactions. Whereas childhood memories won’t generally do that, they are just recalled at odd times with odd associations.

reblogging this because I’ve legit seen people freaking out when they realised they can’t remember some of their childhood, thinking they might have some repressed trauma.

This is boys being boys

Yeah, I’m gonna need everyone to read this and take note of it right quick 💅 (x)