If non black people want to damage the fuck out of their hair that’s fine, whatever, but don’t be calling the moldy ass shit you get as a result dreadlocks, dreads, or locs, because I promise you they aren’t.

Sincerely, someone who actually knows what the fuck they talking about.

Feel free to reblog if you aren’t black and against cultural appropriation

Seriously. White “dreadlocks” are literally just unwashed, matted, damaged hair. Knock it off, fellow white people jfc.

And miss me with that “but the vikings/irish had dreadlocks!!!” shit, because it’s not fucking true. Vikings and Celts were clean as fuck and commonly had intricately braided hair. Not nasty-ass matted “dreadlocks”.

Quidditch Hair

Harry ambled down the steps wearing nothing but a faded pair of flannel trousers and threw himself on onto one of the couches in the eighth year common room.

“Harry that’s-” Hermione started. However, before she could finish, Harry rested his head on Draco’s lap. Now, Harry would be the first to admit that if his hair was bad, it’s MUCH worse after quidditch practice. It stuck up like porcupine quills, and reeked of what could be compared with rancid eggs.

The common room held its breath, but Draco made no move to push Harry off, opting instead to read his book. “Er- Harry,” Ron started, “Mate, you do know you’re sitting on Malfoy, right?”

“He knows.” Draco said, not taking his eyes of the book, “He also apparently prides himself in having the messiest hair in Hogwarts. Tell me, Potter, when was the last time you washed it? I’m going to have to throw out these trousers.”

Everyone had assumed Harry to be sleeping, however, the boy wasted no time in responding by saying, “Anything to get you out of them, Malfoy.”

Theodore Nott’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, waiting to see how Draco would respond. “Look who’s the poof now,” The blonde snapped. The rest of the common room exchanged confused glances.

“Harry, when exactly did you and Draco-” Harry, once again, interrupted Hermione before she could finish.

“Says the one who’s hard just from my head being on his lap.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “Arrogant. Going to prance around the castle like a deer after this, are you?”

Harry gave a cheeky grin, “Only if you’ll be my doe.” Ron snorted loudly, knocking Hermione’s book out of her hands.

“That was terrible!” He chortled. Hermione shot Ron a withering glare, but simply picked up her book. Draco, seeming to have recovered from the shock, shoved Harry off the couch. The boy landed with a ‘Uufmp’ and groaned. “Get your nasty quidditch hair off me,” Draco snarked.

Harry rolled to his feet, “Fine, but you owe me.”

“What ever for?”

Harry grinned, and leaned close to his ear, “Maybe for last night? I do remember you being quite grateful.” He breathed.

Draco flushed a bright scarlet, “Harry James Potter!” Harry laughed and raced up the steps to his dorm room. “Stupid Potter, with his stupid quidditch hair.” The slytherin mumbled, though he voice held a tone of fondness the rest were sure they’d never quite heard from Draco Malfoy before.

heyo i drew a scene from one of my favourite klance fics of all time

go give it a read!

of florists & tennis shoes

@venpast

I should read this AMAZING fic again.

person: but it’s canon

me: yes, but it’s very badly written, so we ignore it

Magnus: Look, Jace, it says ‘gullible’ on the ceiling!

Jace: Nice try, Magnus, I’m not falling for that.

Magnus: I’m not kidding, Jace 

Jace: And I’m not looking 

Alec, walking into the room, looking up: Magnus, why does it say gullible on the ceiling? 

Jace, looking up: Really? Wher-oh you bastard

*Magnus and Alec high fiving*

Love you too! <3

#look at neville’s face. #he’s trying so hard #to be all like, #”wow great singing! #nice job!” #because he’s a fucking #sweetheart like that #just such a goddamn nice guy.

it’s even better than that because he’s trying to protect trevor’s ears instead of his own XD I love you neville<3 

#and ron is so badass he doesn’t even need to cover his ears #he’s all like ya’ll mad? 

Ron is used to it because Percy loves to sing in the shower.

but omfg the knight in the background is all like wHO DARE COMES TO ATTACK ME

yeah but dean and seamus are holding hands

Wait what

Love you too! <3

Pray, Pray, Pray for Me

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by Drabbleshy

Words: 847, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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@drabbleshy you broke my heart! </3  (love you) 

Love you too! <3

looking new blogs reblog if you post; - harry potter - shadowhunters - riverdale - starwars - marvel - friends - emma watson - studio ghibli - doctor who

maybe it’s…. subtle.

I made a thing! I was thinking about this for a few days - because I realized that when I was young, I was also frustrated about being given the same advice over and over - without really knowing what it meant!!

Here’s 5 techniques which I have done before which have helped me grow as an artist, which are good for 5-minute warmups or just straight up challenges for your sketchbook! 

Obviously, these are not the ONLY techniques - they’re just the ones I find most fun! And maybe they’re not the most ‘correct’ ones out there, but it’s better than another comic about practicing more, right? 

Good luck to everyone on their drawings!

Or perhaps in Slytherin, you’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends. 

Story idea when you try to actually write it:

Story idea when you first rewrite it:

Getting closer to what you saw in your head, eh? Keep at it!

Your story when somebody else sees it:

hhhhhHHHHHHH

(⚪д⚪)

This is a lovely post. It goes to show that when we percieve our own work, most of us have some type of insecurities about our own talents. 

Also possibly relevant is that probably when Van Gogh finished Starry Night, he jumped up and down in frustration for a while because it didn’t look as good as it had in his head.

Tolkien used to complain that he could never write anything as well as he could imagine it.  So you know, ‘good enough’ is definitely a thing.

Reasons my new physics prof is adorable

- on the first day of class he brought his favorite toy truck from when he was a child - is from Argentina and has a cute accent and sometimes speaks in Spanish on accident - teaches us Spanish phrases for fun - very tall and awkward and has super curly hair that falls into his face constantly - giggles at his own jokes - on the second day of class he showed us pictures of his cat eating a salami - the cat’s name is Pants

- i saw his teaching notes today and he doodles little flowers in the margins of his notebook

- Brought us a smiley face balloon to cheer us up when the weather was bad

- played with legos for half the class

- likes balloons a whole lot

It’s now the middle of summer. I do research in the physics department, my office is right across the hall from his. And so:

- He knows I’m into observational astronomy and despite him being a nuclear astrophysicist himself he will email me (and some of the other observationalists) interesting articles and videos about astronomy, usually and around 2am, the poor insomniac

- He became a dad yesterday! In his email he said “sorry, I won’t be in this week, I’ll be frantically googling how to take care of a newborn instead”

- his last name is Estrada and so I simply replied “congratulations on becoming an Estradad!!!” To which he replied “:D”