THIS IS AN INTERESTING WAY TO PROMOTE A SUIT
THIS IS AN INTERESTING WAY TO PROMOTE A SUIT
imagine somebody who’s immortal having a gigantic room where all the walls are completely covered up with photos.
each one is of a different loved one whom they have outlived
STOP RIGHT THERE
ahhh this already has like fifty million notes but i just thought this was a really sweet idea… i didn’t get to draw the room as big as i wanted too ;_; but this is only 1/4th of that room or something!!!!
guys there are two wedding photos
talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middleschoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “I think your hair looks perfect today.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc.They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances… they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
looking up ref for nsfw drawing
google image searches “woman riding man”
yes exactly what i needed
Bioshock - Splashdown
#it looks like booker slam dunked her into rapture#epic dunk#like when you are having fun at a pool and you ride on your friends dads shoulders and then he slams you into the water like OOOOOO YEA#and youre like OOOOOOOOOOOO YEA#look at that frickin powerful dunk#booker dewitt confirmed for ultimate dunker
Yes, we were robbed of the chance to have the ultimate navigator, Kanji Tatsumi
Today’s Gender of the day is: Bumble from Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)
People always complain about how Harry never named one of his children after Remus, while Remus was an extremely important person in Harry’s life and so on and so forth.
Well, there’s actually an extremely simple explanation to that problem.
Harry already had a son named after Remus Lupin.
Teddy Remus Lupin was Harry’s first son.
You’ll never be able to convince me Harry didn’t think this.
I know! I’m a sucker for backstory and context, so I’m like “where are we, what’s happening, who else is here???”
I don’t even mind very small starters, tbh, ‘cause an open starter that is too long can accidentally cut people out of replying (though all that detail on setting can be nice). I mean, I hate the over-relliance on gifs and icons that has emerged in the past years (back in MY day we didn’t have no fancy images *shakes fist*), but most people don’t try to use those in place of actually writing
just one gif is insulting! why would anyone want to respond to that?