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Hello kiddies!

I am in need of assistance. So, I am creating a genderbent Harry Potter thing and I need names for the characters. Any name for any characters is appreciated, accept for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Thank you in advance for the names, and for helping me out.

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

yes

read it could save you

I don’t know if this post has been made yet but I just want to warn everybody that if someone stops you in a parking lot and asks you if you’re interested in some perfume and hands you a paper to smell, PLEASE DON’T SMELL IT.

i repeat, DON’T SMELL IT.

Apparently the sample papers are being laced with a drug to knock you out. Please signal boost this. It can save someone’s life!

So, I had to add something, in my crappy art style. This comic is so freaking adorable, I hope it stays this way.

anyone please ask your crush out like this

Be strong when you are weak, brave when you are scared, and humble when you are victorious.

Michelle Moschetti

NEW VIDEO HAS BEEN UPLOADED TO YOUTUBE!!!

@danphanwritingprompts Hope you like it! Not sure how old this prompt is, but I really liked it, so I made this out of it. I know it is short.

The first time Danny had been called Inviso-Bill, it was during the Freakshow incident. It didn’t cross Danny’s mind at the time, other things going on, but later, in bed he realized what he had been called. He shrugged it off, knowing it would probably stick. Oh how wrong Danny was.

“-and in other news, town hero Inviso-Bill saved the people inside of the local shopping center from a ghost-”

“Inviso-Bill saved a school bus with children on it today, sparking-”

“-the question still remains. Can we really trust this Inviso-Bill? More news at 6.”

Danny kept flipping channel after channel of news, his two friends sitting on the couch. They had all realized that the stupid, corny pun had stuck much longer than what Danny had hoped for.

“I don’t get why they keep calling me this. I am making an obvious statement of what my name is every time they call me it in public, whether it be police of bystanders, or people in trouble. It just keeps sticking.” Danny dropped the remote onto the couch, and plopped down besides his friend.

“Cheer up, Danny. Sooner or later, the name has to dial down. The name will lose it’s joy, and everybody will go back to their old lives living in the mock that is society,” Sam comments, patting him on the shoulder. Tucker, who was on his iPhone, did not comment.

“I just wonder who came up with that stupid name in the first place. Not even I would come up with a pun that bad.” Danny shrugged, ready to just watch some TV, when Tucker jolted from his spot, alerting the other two teens.

“Well, call me Desiree and let my wish be your command. I think I found out who started the Inviso-Bill name.” Danny perked up.

“Who?” He would have to kill whoever started that trend. Or just have a ‘chat’. A smirk covered Tuckers face.

“Only a fruit-loop would come up with a name like that. And a fruit-loop he is.” Vlad. Tucker showed Danny and Sam a tweet, made by Vlad Masters, stating

People have been talking about this ghostly superhero with no name, which is such a bother. I have decided to come up with a name for it. It shall, from this day, be called Inviso-Bill. A play on words, for it can turn invisible.

Danny read the tweet, than read it again. There were hundreds of comments and retweets, and was posted long before any of the other tweets about him. This was the spark of that name.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

~

Miles away, in an old castle in the middle of Madison, Wisconsin, a sense of gratitude washed over an older halfa. A sense of gratitude and impenetrable doom. Curious.

Danny realizes that Vlad was behind one of the worst schemes ever. That he was the one who caused that horrific monstrosity, the thing that made him cringe the most when Amity Park talked to Danny Phantom. Vlad was the one who coined the name Inviso-Bill.

Meet Kyle. They are a salty little shit that will fight anything and everything. They are pansexual and gender fluid. On girls days they go by Kyle (k-i-lee) and on the boy days, they go by Kyle (k-i-yal) on the neither or both days, they go by K.

They also had a sad past. Their mother left their father when they were a kid, and they had traumatic bullying, even one of their friends betraying them.

They are also best friends with May.

reblog if you’re in the mood for anons rn

God, my brain is trying to kill me...

Today, my life has felt like shit, cause I can’t stop thinking about stuff that I should not have to worry about, so I am taking requests for anything to do. So please leave your requests, so that I can take my mind of my piece of crap life. 

Only on the inside.

Reblog if you’re dead

Wanna see how many people are dead

Calling all artists!

If your commissions are open and you do draw OC’s, please reblog this post! 

If you are not an artist but know of one, please reblog this and tag them or just mention their url in the tags! 

And hey, even just reblogging helps! I will be keeping a comprehensive list of artists who can be commissioned to draw characters/OC’s on the blog!

Random 2 am thought.

When you come out as part of the lgbt+, it’s called ‘coming out of the closet’. What if when Danny comes out as a Halfa, it’s called ‘coming out of the portal’. Get it? Becasuse the ghosts come out of the Ghost Portal. 😁😂

Wow, I have a sad life. Okay, that is all I had to say.

It had been a week since Danny had run away. Jazz has been looking for him since the night that his powers short circuited in front of the entire town. Now, 7 and a half days later, Jazz found Danny on a floating island, with a dark castle with a night sky full of stars and a bright moon.

Danny changed a lot in the week that he was missing. A purple and black gale you replaced his hair, a slight wave to it. His usual t-shirt and jeans were missing, instead he had an almost royal appearance. Dark purple dress pants, a dark blue long sleeve button up shirt, and a pair of black vans. His complexion was brighter and the bags under his eyes were almost gone. His arms and stomach seemed fuller, like he was properly eating. All in all, he seemed almost like a different person.

“Danny?” Were the first words that were uttered from the mouth when her brother came into view. Shock passed through his face, and a shaky smile followed. “You look different. Healthy! And,” she took a slow spin around the castle they were in. “This is amazing.”

His smile softened, as he gently chuckled.

“Thanks. I guess this is sort of my layer, now. Everything just grew around me, anything I could imagine happen, right before my eyes.”

Jazz started to make her was up the stone steps, continue to talk to her brother.

“I’m sorry about what happened in Amity, Danny. You didn’t deserve what happened, if I would have stopped-”

Danny had raised his hands, almost to defend himself, and began to back away.

“No, it’s fine, really. It’s not your fault. You should start heading home. Really.” He had his hands awkwardly around in his pockets, an unsure look on his face. Jazz stopped walking, surprise in her voice.

“But I just found you.” Another step. Danny looked more nervous.

“But you don’t belong with ghosts. You belong with humans, in Amity.” Jazz's eyebrows furrowed. What did he mean by that.

“What are you talking about, so do you. You’re not-” She had stared up the steps again, set on getting to her brother.

“No, I belong here. In a place where I can live my life without endangering the people I love.” Danny looked directly into Jazz’s eyes at those words. A thought occurred to Jazz, something that she had been wondering about for a while.

“Danny,” another step forward, another step backward. “Danny, we were so close before everything. Why are we not anymore?” A frown rested on Danny’s lips, answer lost on him. Jazz crept talking. “We don’t have to be this was anymore. We can have the same relationship as when we were kids.”

Behind Danny’s eyes, scenes played like a projector. The moment where he almost killed his older sister. ‘Catch me!’ ‘Hold on!’ ‘JAZZ!’

“No.” Danny wrapped his arms around himself protectively. “We can’t. Goodbye Jasmine.” Danny began to walk upstairs. Jazz stood shocked for a moment. Danny never used her full name.

Jazz started up the, calling after him.

“Danny, wait!” Danny grabbed himself tighter.

“No, I’m just protecting you.” Jazz was running up the steps, Danny much faster.

[Jazz:]You don't have to protect me I'm not afraid

Please don't shut me out again,

Please don't slam the door

You don't have to keep your distance anymore

'Cause for the first time in forever

I finally understand

For the first time in forever

We can fix this hand in hand

We can head back to town together

You don't have to live in fear

'Cause for the first time in forever,

I will be right here

They were upstairs now, a large room with a balcony. It had a perfect view of all of the stars, and the bright moon. He turned around to meet Jazz’s gaze when she got up the steps.

[Danny:]Jazz,

Please go back home, your life awaits

Go enjoy the sun and pursue your fate

[Jazz:]Yeah, but -

Danny put his hands up in defense again, backing away to the door, turning around to open it.

[Danny:]I know

You mean well, but leave me be

Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free

Just stay away and you'll be safe from me

Pale light hitting his face made Danny close his eyes. Jazz walked up behind him, as Danny continued. When she got to him, he backed away more and walked be into the room.

[Jazz:]Actually we're not

That got Danny’s attention. He turned around, eyebrows scrunched.

[Danny:]What do you mean you're not?

[Jazz:]I get the feeling you don't know

[Danny:]What do I not know?

Jazz wring her hands in each other, nervous of his reaction.

[Jazz:]Amity’s being invaded by… ghosts

[Danny:]What?

Shock was present on his face. He didn’t mean for that to happen. Danny didn’t even know he could do that.

[Jazz:]You've kind of created little void demons… everywhere.

[Danny:]Everywhere?

[Jazz:]It's okay, you can just stop them

[Danny:]No, I can't, I - I don't know how!

Danny was getting flustered, and every time that happened, something bad happened. Jazz needs to leave, it just get away from him. Why didn’t she understand, why does she keep following him?

[Jazz:]Sure you can! I know you can!'Cause for the first time in forever,

[Danny:]Oh I'm such a fool, I can't be free!

Darkness was starting to creep up on Danny, slowly suffocating him. Around the Fenton siblings, it was starting to get darker, harder to see and think. There was a mass of darkness starting to condense around Danny, almost like a twister of black.

[Jazz:]You don't have to be afraid

[Danny:]No escape from the storm inside of me!

He was looking down at his hands. It was there flat that he was in this position in the first place.

[Jazz:]We can work this out together

[Danny:]I can't control the curse!

Controls your emotions. Controls you powers. Don’t feel them. Don’t feel them.

[Jazz:]We'll reverse the storm you've made

[Danny:]Ohhhh, Jazz, please, you'll only make it worse!

He was rubbing on his sleeves, rubbing his hands together, and doing anything to keep calm. It was so hard, though. This was what he was afraid of.

[Jazz:]Don't panic

[Danny:]There's so much fear!

Tears were sliding down his face, but he didn’t feel then. He could only feel the pressure in his chest, in his core. She was never going to understand, why was she trying so hard to?

[Jazz:]We'll make the sun shine bright

[Danny:]You're not safe here!

Get away from her before you hurt her. Get away before she ends up like before.

[Jazz:]We can face this thing together

[Danny:]Oh!

[Jazz:]We can change this dark teather

[Danny:]AHHHHH…

The dark was getting to be too much on Danny. He was going to explode. He needed to do something, or it was going to start eating him from the inside.

[Jazz:]And everything will be alright...

[Danny:]I CAN'T!

A mass of black magic ricocheted from his body, hitting everything in the vicinity. Jazz was struck, and felt the immediate sensation of fear starting to grip at her heart, causing her to gasp out.

Danny had a small sigh of relief, a pressure lifted off of his core, ever so lightly. He heard Jazz gasp out behind him, and turned his head to see her gripping her chest, her heart, and curling in on herself.

“Jazz?”

I have a problem, and I want you opinion.

So, there has been an idea bobbling around my head since 2 AM, and I can’t sleep, so I am writing it down. It has steadily turned into a fan fic, and now I have a choice to make. There is supposed to be a song ingrained into the story, and I don’t know if I want the characters to sing the lyrics, or if I want to alter them into actual words for the characters to say, along the lines of what the actual music is. Let me know what you thing I should do, so that I can actually get sleep without the thoughts of an unfinished fan fic mentally murdering me. Thanks!

Just a simple finish the line with my broski. Was bored during class. Nothing fancy.

This is Rebecca. She is a nice girl when you get to know her, just be cautious when she flirts. I tried out a new hairstyle, and I think I am going to stick with it, because it made it look more realistic than it did before.

BONUS!!

Ahhh! I am so ready for the new Spider Man movie! I was inspired by the new trailer, but since I am a loser, I didn’t see it til like, Saterday, then a I forgot to post the video and picture, so that brings us here.

Yeah, that’s all I got, really hope this movie is not a flop, cause Venom was really good (from what I could see) and I had hope for that movie too.

Superhero OC of mine that I finally decided to line and color. Thanks to @Motemo4 on Twitter, who I know in real life for recommending to me to do a speedpaint for my Youtube channel. You can find it at Doodles, or my Twitter, which is also called Doodles 🙂

Okay, so I posted my FIRST EVER animatic, Nico Ruined The Crayon Song, a little over a week ago. But, unfortunately, it is only 35 seconds long. 😕 But I though I would speak out here and on my Twitter about it, and to introduce myself.

Hi! My name is Doodles, and you can find me on Twitter and YouTube at Doodles. I am an amiture artist, and an inspired animator. The girl that is my picture thing is not me, but an OC of mine, named May. She is literally the face of my channel/page/account. I am a fangirl, as you can see from my likes, and I spend a lot of my time reading books for my English class or writing books that I will never publish.

First actuall character that I’m posting. Ended up forgetting the mustache, but I didn’t end up adding it because “screw it!” Based off of a picture assignment that I had in my math class.

My first attempt at making a sky, I think it turned out pretty well!