#shut up about the passage of time!!!!!!!!
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Birthday
Mum pulled all the stops for Harry’s eighteenth. She had even dug out the little red pennants she’d used for their birthdays as kids. They were strung between the trees in the garden, faded and creased with age – Ginny hadn’t seen them in years. She’d forgotten they existed, really.
It was a considerable effort to remove herself from conversation with Fleur. It was a bit more like a lecture than a back and forth, really, about the cookie-cutter trim she had Bill put up at Shell Cottage. Ginny wasn’t paying attention. She was busy watching the birthday boy, holding a red cup and sitting on a picnic bench, letting Teddy crawl all over him.
Ginny felt warm and lost – her own cup contained cider and a fair amount of Firewhisky.
“That’s lovely, Fleur, I’m happy you’re making the place cozy,” she said distractedly. “Listen, I’m gonna –” she jerked her head in Harry’s direction and left it at that.
Harry smiled benignly at her when she approached. She grinned mischievously back. “I was wondering if you’d like to go someplace else.”
“Yes, please,” Harry said quickly. “Not that this isn’t all very nice –”
“I know.”
He fixed her with a strange expression. Teddy was dangling off his shoulders, tugging at his collar – he didn’t seem to register any disturbance.
“Listen, Ginny…”
Suddenly she recognized it, that faraway, contented sort of look. She smirked. “Have you been drinking too?” she asked abruptly.
Harry blinked slowly. “A bit. It’s my birthday, isn’t it? It's a rite of passage.” His eyes trailed to the cup in her hand. “Have you been drinking?”
Ginny smiled softly, knowingly, and took his hand. “Come on.” She tugged him away from the bench.
Harry shrugged Teddy off. “Go run and find Uncle Ron, alright? Tell him you’d like more cake.”
They tipped the rest of their drinks into the grass before going inside. Harry followed her up the creaking steps to her bedroom. Neither of them were drunk enough to stumble on the stairs, but they were giddy enough to giggle about the idea of being caught sneaking off.
“Mum would have a fit,” groaned Ginny.
She watched in quiet amazement as Harry stood in the center of her bedroom, looking around at the posters. A slant of white sunlight warmed the rug.
He stared at her suddenly. “Last time I was in your room, it was also my birthday.”
“Yeah, I remember,” said Ginny. How could she forget? It had been a year now, she supposed. Just thinking about it brought back the tension and the stress of that summer. The sense they were all on the edge of impending, irreversible disaster. It didn’t feel like that anymore. Things were slower, now.
Harry grinned weakly. “Remember Ron…”
“Oh, he was furious,” Ginny said, lackluster.
It was all coming to a head now, everything she’d felt about Harry for the past year. Something hot pricked her throat. The liquor was making her braver, she realized. “Listen, Harry –”
“No,” he cut in. She looked up, surprised. Harry was wringing his hands together anxiously. “Ginny, I…”
His voice trailed off. Ginny remembered the summer prior, how desperately she’d needed a moment just like this one. The corner of Harry’s mouth turned up in a smirk. Ginny nudged the door shut with her toe and pressed the lock.
Before she could act logically, they were up against the door, kissing passionately. She wasn’t entirely sure who initiated it – they’d drawn together like charged magnets. Ginny ran her hands over his back, over the prominent angles of his shoulder blades. Harry slowly, gently traced the soft curve in her waist. A hot breath of July air blew in through the window as they moved to the bed.
Soon Ginny was helping Harry guide her shorts over her hips. As much as she hated to do it, Ginny forced herself to stop. They’d gone below the waist before, sure – handies and whatnot – but this felt like something more.
Harry froze. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, yes. It’s great,” Ginny breathed. The words tumbled out of her. Her own voice sounded strange. “I just need to know one thing, please. And then I won’t ask anything else for a while, okay?”
Harry nodded silently.
“Did you think you would come back?” she whispered.
“No,” he said.
Ginny sucked in a breath. Some part of her had hoped he would lie, though she knew he wouldn’t. “So you thought you were going to die.”
She could tell Harry was battling with himself, trying to decide how much he should tell her. Ginny didn’t press – not yet. Only if she thought he was holding something back.
“Well, I did die, technically –”
“No,” she cut in, softly. “You thought you were going to really die. Stone cold dead. And we’d all have to bury you.”
Ginny was surprised by her own composure.
Harry looked perplexed. “Well, yes.”
“Okay.”
Harry squirmed. She looked over at him. It was then that she noticed a familiar-looking lightning shaped scar on his bare chest, red and raised and angry looking. “I don’t… that’s all you wanted to know?”
“For now,” she said.
They laid on the backs for a moment, shoulder-to-shoulder, in a strip of sunlight on the bedspread. Ginny wondered idly why she wasn’t crying, why she wasn’t more emotional. This felt like the sort of thing to get emotional about.
“I thought about you, you know,” Harry said suddenly. She turned her head to look back at him – he was still staring at the ceiling. “You were the last thing.”
“What?”
He smiled oddly at her. “Before the – when I was in the forest, before he threw the curse. When I didn’t think I’d come back. I thought about you.”
It felt like something heavy had both settled and lifted from her chest. “What about me?” she said dumbly.
“Just… you,” said Harry. “You know.”
Ginny’s heart swelled. It was obviously a very esteemed compliment, but not the sort you accepted with gratitude. She couldn’t very well say, Thank you Harry, that’s so sweet, that I was the last thing you thought of as you walked to your death. So she crawled on top of him and looked down directly into his face. Confused green eyes met hers. She pressed a firm kiss to his forehead.
“I love you,” she said matter-of-factly.
Harry was quiet for a moment. His nose scrunched, as if he wasn’t entirely sure how to receive this information, and for a moment her stomach sank. But then he grinned at her, lopsided and beautiful.
“Yeah. I love you too, obviously.”
Ginny barked out a laugh. She had that rare feeling that she was exactly where she was supposed to be, in this moment – one she hadn’t felt since she was a kid, running back from the frog pond with Ron for dinner.
It was a wonderful, warm sensation.
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Blue Exorcist 150 Notes
We start off this chapter with Rin and Yukio's team move through "Satan Mountain" and like a macabre theme park, they find themselves in Satan's head. The fact that it's a version of Asylum isn't an accident. It's the evil place that made Satan an unfeeling, human-hating creature. Rin already knows the truth, but Yukio doesn't. It will be interesting to see if Yukio learns to have some empathy for Satan.
Speaking of "not feeling." Rin is clearly troubled once he finds out about Osceola's death. But he's hiding his emotions from Yukio. This isn't good at all. Yukio realizes it too, hiding emotions is a sure way to open one up to demonic possession. Even though Rin has conquered demon Rin, bottled up emotions could reopen that side of him. It's all Yukio's fault. Every time Rin reaches out, Yukio pushes him away. Rin has seen so much, maybe he's emotionally shutting down.
The next thing we realize is that they are in a maze, with an arrow that points to nowhere. Maybe it's another metaphor for something? It's not a directional arrow, but a giant weapon.
Maybe they need to use that weapon to battle a threat, or use it to open a passage? We'll find out in June.
Shiemi also notices a person creeping about in the maze. The person has light-coloured hair, which means he's from the Azazel, Lucifer or Uzai family. Is it a ghost in Satan's mind, manifesting itself? Is it a young Shiro or Satan? We're not sure.
We then head over to Lucy's group. They've been followed by a helicopter. Which is strange, because I thought Satan's Magic Mountain wouldn't allow something like that. Didn't they mention in earlier chapters that the mountain would shoot flying things down? Weird.
We get a conversation between Lui and Lucy. Not only are they family, but they seem to share a similar fate. It seems that members of the family inherited special powers like the Renzo family with Yamantanka. But Lucy has lived so long, she hasn't passed those powers down, and Lui seems to be next in line. He doesn't like that she's so powerful, holding the family ability, but at the same time he has a soft spot for her. You can tell.
We find out that the helicopter has Ibis inside. She lands and unleashes her dreaded, flaming firetits. (Items that will be censored in any future anime project with some sort of flaming fire bra.)
Iblis attacks the exorcist group, and kills many of them. Lucy is pulverized and scorched by Iblis. But like Osceola, I think we'll see one final transformation before she dies. Lui calls her a "monster" earlier in the chapter, and I think she'll release that monster from her broken body. I'm hedging my bets, that the powerful demon temptaint will go into Lui.
Lucy calls him Seiryu Liu...Seiryu means dragon, and as we know her familiar was a pretty impressive dragon....will he be able to take on the beast next?
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mushy may 2024 - day 1 ; cuteness aggression
pairing(s): aether/rain
tags: sleep deprivation, semi-crack, domestic fluff
words: approx. 800
read under the cut or on ao3 :)
“What’cha reading, Aeth?”
Aether startles and looks up at Rain’s voice, surprised to hear anyone else’s voice in the usually abandoned library. “Oh hey, Rainy. What’re you doing in the library? It’s late.”
Rain shakes his head and smiles in affectionate disbelief. “I came to get you, idiot. It’s late,” he mimics.
“Yeah, but it’s not that la–” A glance at the watch on his wrist is enough to shut Aether up. He sets his book down and scrubs his hands over his face. “Fuck, where did the time go? I swear it was only seven about an hour ago.”
“And now it’ll be seven in about an hour,” Rain reminds him, holding out his hands ready to haul Aether to his feet. “C’mon, up you get, love. It’s way past your bedtime,” he teases.
“I can get up by myself,” Aether protests, but he still takes hold of the water ghoul’s hands and allows him to pull him and his stiff joints to his feet. He groans as his knees twinge from hours of disuse and his vision turns into static for a moment. Rain allows him a few moments to get his bearings before he’s taking the quintessence ghoul’s hand and gently guiding him back to the ghouls’ den.
“Have you eaten?” Rain asks him, pulling him around a corner and into the hidden short-cut corridor that Aether always forgets about.
He nods. “Grabbed leftovers from last night before I headed out, don’t you worry, Rainy.”
Rain hums, pleased. “Good. What’d you have?”
“Pasta.”
“Carbonara?” They’re almost at the ghoul den now. Aether really should begin to take note of all the hidden passages and shortcuts built into the Abbey’s architecture, they’ve shaved at least ten minutes off of an otherwise long and boring journey through the cold corridors.
“You know it.”
“How does Mount manage to make it so fucking well?” Rain almost takes a wrong turn, clearly preoccupied with the idea of stealing the last serving of leftover carbonara for breakfast.
“Magic?” Aether offers. He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “Maybe he’s a pasta ghoul…”
Rain stops dead in his tracks. “Aeth, darling, light of my life,” he begins. “I love you more than life itself but I think the sleep deprivation might be getting to you.”
Aether shakes his head emphatically. “Nuh uh,” he protests. “Think about it. Pasta is made from wheat and where does wheat come from?”
Rain just stares at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“The earth!” Aether spreads his arms out wide, his eyes widening too, shocked that Rain isn’t as affected by this newfound discovery as he is.
Rain rolls his eyes and continues to drag Aether along, grinning uncontrollably at the absurdity of his adorably sleep deprived packmate. Aether doesn’t understand it, Rain shouldn’t be smiling, he should be horrified at the secret Mountain, their ‘earth’ ghoul has been keeping from them all these years!
The two of them make their way quietly to Aether’s room, ignoring the signs and sounds of life floating from the kitchen. The rest of the world may be waking up now, but Rain is adamant that Aether needs his sleep and who would Aether be if he ignored the wishes of the water ghoul who so kindly came to fetch him from working himself to madness in the library.
“I think you’re already there, love,” Rain says kindly. “Some sleep’ll put you right again though.”
Ah, he must have said that out loud.
“Yep, you did.”
Aether should really stop talking out loud in his head.
Rain stops seemingly for no reason and turns to face Aether. “I can’t fucking take it anymore, you’re too fucking cute when you’re sleepy!” He takes Aether’s face in his hands and smooshes his cheeks together.
“Wha’re you do’n’ ‘ainy?” He’s trying to ask Rain what he’s doing but his voice is all muffled from the water ghoul’s manipulation of his mouth.
“Squishing you,” Rain says simply. “Because I love you and I can’t handle how silly you get when you’re tired.” He takes a deep breath, stares at Aether’s face and suddenly, out of nowhere, screams. “Ahhh!” Right at Aether.
“I fink you ‘re ‘eepy ‘oo…” Aether hadn’t noticed until now but Rain must be tired as well, he’s got a ring of darkness underneath his eyes that differs from his usual markings.
Rain lets go of Aether’s face and the quintessence ghoul wiggles his jaw, getting used to the feeling of being in command of his own muscles again. “...That may be a possibility.”
Aether grabs Rain’s hand and leads him in the direction of his bedroom. “C’mon, we’ll both go sleep.” He narrows his eyes as they walk past Mountain’s door. “An’ then we can talk about Mountain being made of pasta…”
#mushy may 2024#husband ficlets#aether ghoul#rain ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#husband's mushy may '24
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insane how you can be listening to 80s music on the radio and they’ll go “this song came out 40 years ago” like no the fuck it did not….
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Wow, I can’t believe that I turned
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#🎂#shut up about the passage of time#(if you’re viewing this on a device that screwed up my formatting then please consider how your choices are negatively impacting my blog)
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Body Paint @ Red Rocks Amphitheatre
18th Sept. 2023, By adventuresofvictoria
#he was on his knees for so long#TWO MONTHS ago yesterday and today 😭#i am going to have a crisis about the passage of time#i am never shutting up about red rocks i will be annoying about it forever <3#arctic monkeys#alex turner#nick o'malley#jamie cook#am7 tour#red rocks night one#my show#m
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I'm 33 tomorrow 😓
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My prediction for 2035 is that baby shark will overtake the Jaws theme for the "do do do"s you sing when pretending there's a shark
#predictions#I am basing this on#The first baby skark kids being adults#And the Jaws movie having been out#Before their grandparents had their first kids#SHUT UP ABOUT THE PASSAGE OF TIME
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Happy 10th anniversary pilots fans
#'neb but a lot of other stuff happened in the sn-' SHUT UP i KNOW this is about THE FIRST 10 SECONDS#txt pxst#ew shitpost#eddsworld#yea its not that serious. however passage of time /neg#out of ew
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kaito and sonoko deserve to be online friends i think
#drop#dcmk#detective conan#magic kaito#i like to think kaito leaves thorough reviews on kaito kid x reader fics#he's infamous in the fandom and people treat getting a review from him like a rite of passage for fanfiction writers#sonoko is extremely popular in the fandom#kaito ends up making an alt account on the forums because he finds it funny#and they end up becoming friends#they are the most terrifying duo.#bc it's anonymous they talk about their insane lives to each other. both of them think the other is making shit up#bc how the hell are you supposed to believe this person runs into dead bodies every month or knows a real life witch#they make theories about kid together. sonoko has 3848473 headcanons and kaito can't bring himself to correct her#also some of them are absolutely correct. they're extremely specific and kaito is terrified#this is extra funny bc there's so many potential identity reveals.#YOU'RE that bitch leaving critical reviews of every kaito kid fic on the internet?!?!#you're SUZUKI SONOKO???#YOU'RE????? KAITO KID????#every time they think theyve recovered from the last plot twist another one hits them straight in the face#i am so sorry im stopping there i literally will never shut up about these two#my favorite dynamic in dcmk period doesn't even exist in canon and that says a lot about me i think
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Really glad to see so many of my mutuals hating on the word girlhood. Welcome ..... ive been here the whole time
#clicking on the tags subjects u to My Rant btw#1. i automatically dislike it when a specific phrase or wording is used to turn an incredible diversity of experiences into a monolith and#with that particular word the monolith is 'ouughhh all we do is suffer we have no joy *jennifers body foundation gif*' like ok?? shut up#2. if youre unable to talk about feminist issues without using some post format like 'girlhood is ___' than i dont trust u fr!!!!#3. the particular phrase 'girlhood is ____' fills in the blank w hyperspecific experiences bc thats what the format is. and genuinely 80% o#the time the mentioned experience is one that only applies to a specific subset of women. and that subset is always white thin non-disabled#middle class cisgender and probably conventionally attractive. which by NO means covers all womens experiences so it just feels exclusionar#and bioessentialist most the time. like if something fucked up happened to u and youre able to talk abt it with the format then maybe just#talk about it instead of publicly defining your experiences as the essential rites of passage to being a girl or woman. come ON#sorry for ranting lol im just so tired of people only being able to talk about oppression with a fucking meme format#hollyws
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“People move on quicker than I can comprehend. People forget you within days, they take new pictures to put on Facebook and they don't read your messages. They keep on moving forward and shove you to the side because you make more mistakes than you should.”
#im once again insane about the fact that people in your life come and go#and you can't do anything about it#SHUT UP IM EMO I SAW MY MIDDLE SCHOOL BEST FRIEND#I SAW MY EX BOYFRIEND#I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THE PASSAGE OF TIME#BITCHES BE LYING LIKE EEEEEH YOU'LL BE FINE#I STILL HAVE DREAMS ABOUT THEM??!?!!!!!!!!#bern feels
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bonus: if you already have white hairs, put in the tags whether you're happy/proud or bummed about them
#mine are multiplying and I'm not even 30 yet 🙃#I feel a mixture of pride (because I have a baby face and the white hairs make me feel more mature)#but also.... shut up about the passage of time shut up about the passage of time#T-T#polls
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just saw a youtuber name her video "VINTAGE shopping at a 90's vintage store"...
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3 and 5 for the fandom asks please!! 🥰
3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?
Several things on the Giant WIP List are for fandoms I've never posted fic for! (Like, for example, Noir (2001) or Chainsaw Man or DN or obscure Dutch opera Sunken Garden.) But being WIPs, I guess this would mean that I have still, technically, already written something for those fandoms. So if we're talking about "Do I anticipate starting anything brand new this year for a new fandom," then for my own sanity I think the answer is going to be "no." (Though I did write a completely unrelated Christmas fic in like. Three days at the end of last year, so...never say never..........)
5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (<-not laughing at you, this is the sound of me crying).
Okay. So anyone who has been following me for the past like. Few months at least. May have heard me talk about something I keep calling "The Fic That's A Lot." This is the first thing on the WIP list I'm trying to complete because I've been trying to do that for the past... actually I don't want to look at how long I've been working on it, we're going to move on.
Those who have borne witness to the saga of me trying to finish this will know just how much of. A Challenge. This has been for me. It's, ultimately, a character study of 11 and River (and, by extension, their relationship) that takes place after they're already married, but it is the most...unconventional, we'll say, thing I've ever written. I don't want to elaborate too much, just because the premise itself is full of some very specific trigger warnings (MUCH more so than my usual fare of things like intense grief or discussing the particulars of intrusive thoughts). But the closest thing I can reasonably give to a summary (which...I know you already know this because I've been screaming to you about it for the past God-knows-how-long) is that River breaks her ankle, and from there spirals a series of events that make her husband go, "Sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me" and her go, "Yeah, this has definitely awakened something in me." Lmao, let me see if I can find a passage of this that a) I haven't already posted and b) isn't completely deranged.
The sound of the chamber orchestra tuning their instruments shakes her out of her musings, and she remembers something that’s been prodding at her brain since she realized what was on the live feed.
“How are you accessing this footage? I thought the workshop was a closed event. Airtight security.”
His only response is to smirk, eyebrows darting slyly up and down. Which can only mean he’s done something very difficult, very clever, and-given his lack of elaboration on the subject-probably illegal. That last one sparks a wicked sort of thrill in her, one she’ll have to fully unpack later.
“And they say I’m the bad influence.”
His face snaps into something oddly serious, like this inconsequential piece of banter is an affront to something. (Affront to what, she has no idea.)
“You’re not,” he says.
new year fanfic asks
#are--YES THEY'RE WATCHING AN OPERA OKAY. SHUT UP. I GOTTA MENTION AT LEAST ONE (1) STAGE-RELATED THING IN EVERY FIC IT'S A RULE#there was another relatively unassuming passage I could have put but it was in the middle of a narratively-pivotal conversation/the#major emotional turning point of the story and I didn't want to risk accidentally giving too much away#I also want to clarify that I'm not being oblique and secretive because I think this is an embarrassing thing to write about or think#everyone is an inherently delicate flower or something#I really REALLY just want to make sure there are as few moments as possible for people to accidentally have a Bad Time#due to the aforementioned trigger warnings#(obviously that's still a risk regarding me actually posting the fic and having to at least mention specific warnings but I'm trying to#minimize that risk overall)#multi t(ASK)ing#The Fic That's A Lot#this also...I think it's a particular take on their dynamic that a fair amount of people are going to disagree with. but. what can you do.
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I am NOT ready for One-X by Three Days Grace to turn 20 in two years
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