I said it for the first time in October, when I was toyed around, because I just wanted to feel something. He just wanted to feel something. Then things went south and the phrase no longer applied.
I said it again a day ago, when my boyfriend dropped me because quarantine made him realize that he didn’t want to do long distance for college. Now I understand just wanting to feel something. Then things will get better, just as they always have, and the phrase will no longer apply.
Ok so everybody keeps going on about Tony as Peter’s father figure
But Peter already has his Aunt May, and Tony is married to Pepper, and killing off Aunt May so Tony can adopt Peter is just sad and mean. So what if they have sort of a joint parenting approach? It’s a stretch, but it works:
My brother has this friend who is over literally all the time. They’ll spend 24 hours at our place, and 24 hours over at his, resulting in 48 hours spent together consecutively. The friend, now referred to as my “other brother,” comes to family events, trips, and any social outing. So his parents and mine have assumed co-parenthood of the boys. No marriages, no formal adoptions, just... co-parenting.
Although my situation arose with multiple children, it could, in theory, work with one. Or, we could have Tony’s daughter linking up with Peter in the same way my brothers did.
No death. No drama. No divorce. Just 3 people, parenting Peter together, in the least awkward way possible.
I’ll never understand why people hate world-building so much. It’s my favorite part!!! You make planets and problems and religions and cultures and you dive deep into the history of a place that doesn’t exist. I love creating these places in my head where the rules are a little different, where society functions in a manner absurd to that of reality, where you can plant characters like little gears in the machine of life, interacting with and influencing the lives of everyone else, and everyone else influencing the lives of everyone else and so on and so on. It’s a piece of art. It’s my piece of art. It’s my baby, my child, that I worship and nurture and develop into a complete thing. I’m not really artistically inclined in any other way, so world-building is where I find relief. It’s my painting, using all the shades of green and blue and yellow and red.
You’re the new Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard and your first case has been proven a hard one to solve but to keep your job you need the closed case on your boss’s desk by tomorrow lunchtime. Time is running out and there is only one person who can help. Tell how you did it.
“Why I Wasn’t Contracted to Write Beauty and the Beast” by I have no idea who, and desperately want to know. If anyone does, please tell me!
Edit: Through knmajorblogs I have discovered the genius behind this piece of art. The genius in question is LordJazor ! Thank you!
you own a thrift shop which sells objects of immense power from fictional universes to others. Protagonists from all types of media frequent your store, and you have made quite a profit. Everything is going well until…
The Renaissance Human: does everything and does it well. Constantly working to make themselves more versatile.
The Team Player: hella wants to succeed, brings everyone around them up with them. Probably has a "team work makes the dream work" sticker on their laptop
The Snake: Doesn't really care who they take down on the way up. Has to be The Best™ at what they do
The Riddler: most common phrase is "oh really?" Sarcastic as hell, gains a life whenever someone looks confused after a conversation
The Bitch™: actually a good soul, but bitchy sense of humor. If they don't like you, you will know. Shit talks out of love. Shady as hell
The Sweetheart: the one everyone is confused as to why they're in that house. Actual defiance of normal stereotype, but also will probably own their own multi million dollar company later on
The most hilarious thing about the fact Buckbeak had a trial and lost is that later on JKR resolves the issue by having Hagrid take him in again and renaming him Witherwings. That’s literally all it took. What if in POA, Hagrid simply said, “Sorry, Buckbeak flew away.”
I don’t understand how some Hogwarts students hate studying??? Like, first of all, you’re studying magic, you lucky bastards. And like, what else would you even do? There’s no internet!