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lolhelpimtired · 1 month
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The synopsis says: “It’s the hottest summer on record and London is dying. Prices are high, pay is low, and stressed commuters are packed on to London Underground trains again like the pandemic never happened. To add to the misery, the temperatures underground just keep climbing and climbing, the heat trapped in the clay with nowhere to go. 
“Five travellers on an unlucky tube carriage find themselves bound together one morning as witnesses to a single horrific event – an event they can’t quite seem to remember. They make an unlikely team: weary tube driver, a disillusioned civil servant, an ambitious city trader, an overwhelmed hotel worker and an unhoused young man just trying to get by – but now they must come together to confront what they have seen and stop it in its tracks. Because there’s something lurking in the stifling darkness and labyrinthine tunnels that run below London… something old, something vicious, and something very, very hungry.” 
I couldn't be more excited to be working with @jonnywaistcoat on his next two novels! This is just more of what he does best - pulling apart the very seams of society and giving me very specific new sleep paralysis demons, and somehow getting me to say thank you afterwards.
And if you're near London next month, why not pop along to Gollanczfest to hear him chat all things horror with Joe Hill and V. V. James? Tickets are still available:
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"The 9 years old girl who remained under the rubble for 10 hours has made it safely. I see no one sharing. If she were dead, everyone would share! Share positivity…"
Video of her ordeal.
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EE BAFTA Film Awards 2024 (Feb 18, 2024)
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lolhelpimtired · 1 month
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I mean yeah communication is key but so is a sense of understanding. Because if I tell you something and you're not willing to see where I'm coming from, then what's the point of telling you anything.
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lolhelpimtired · 1 month
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The fact that Tesla autopilots abort self driving 1 second before a crash so the company can state “self driving wasn’t active during the collision” should be grounds to dismantle the entire company.
Like, seriously, if you’re making 4000 pound death machines, and you program this shit to work on a technicality? Your company should be dismantled. Gone. No recourse. Just terrible shit dude
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lolhelpimtired · 2 months
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I'm really glad to see that everyone seems to be having a good time with The Magnus Protocol, and my heart is very full with all the wonderful comments people are making, but I do need to flag something up.
For some of these episodes, a lot of folks are giving me credit for stuff I did not actually write. The cases for episodes 3 and 4 were both by guest writers, Graeme Patrick and Cole Weavers respectively, and they really deserve some love thrown their way.
That's not to minimise my own part: me and Alex certainly do editing work on them, and add in a few bits here and there to make sure everything cohesively fits in with the overall story and tone of the show, but if you enjoyed these episodes, then Graeme and Cole are the ones to thank for it.
And for that matter, Alex wrote episode 2 and deserves more of the accolades for how good that one was than I think he got (my edits just made it a bit... squishier).
Protocol is much more of a team effort than Archives was and so while, in a broad sense, you can still lay most of the blame for bad things happening to characters you love squarely at my feet, it's genuinely important to pay attention to the "written by" section of the credits this time around, 'cause often it's not gonna be my name there, and someone else deserves the thanks for giving you a horrible treat.
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lolhelpimtired · 2 months
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All’s fair in love and poetry… New album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. Out April 19 🤍
store.taylorswift.com
📷: Beth Garrabrant
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lolhelpimtired · 3 months
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google maps wrapped 2023
you confused your right and left 523 times
your most traveled-to destination was your own home
you said "girl shut the fuck up" to the voice giving directions every time it told you you'd made a wrong turn
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lolhelpimtired · 3 months
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IJBOL 😭☠️☠️
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blood ritual — James and Lily Potter circa 1981
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lolhelpimtired · 4 months
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What the fuck? You mean I have to walk an entire mile in this idiot who I hate’s shoes? This sucks
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lolhelpimtired · 4 months
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Coriolanus Snow in TBOSAS a summary:
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Text: decoupling pregnancy from femininity means accurate and more inclusive language and treatment, but it also allows cis women to refuse motherhood without refusing womanhood, which is great for feminism and terrifying for misogyny.
–THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS. As a sterile cis woman who doesn’t want to have children anyway I feel this is every ounce of my being. “Define woman” types tend to do so in a way that excludes me too, so I got to stand with my trans sisters.
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PLZZZ george slow dancing with his fem s/o in the rain while sneaking out at night at hogwarts it would be so fricking cute omfg
Forever in the Rain 
George Weasley x Reader 
Hi Anon! I hope I did a good job of capturing what you wanted here, thank you for such a cute and inspiring request! <3
Genre: Fluff
Content Warnings: None 
Word Count: 2,330
“Are we seriously going to do this?!” 
Hermione hissed out, whispering so only yourself and the small group of people around her could hear. 
“I mean think about it, if we get caught we are in huge trouble. Why couldn’t we just do this over summer vacation?” 
“Well you want Harry to be able to join us, don’t you?” 
You whispered back, a large grin on your face as you hurried to ensure you kept up with the small group of girls in front of you. Fred and George had been planning this event for months, and for it to go perfectly you needed to make sure everyone followed the plan and stuck together to limit the possibility of getting caught. You heard Hermione sigh from behind you, moving quicker in order to not fall behind. 
“And how do we know this isn’t just some sick prank from the boys, huh?” Hermione whispered in a panicked voice, causing you to give her a look that told her just how ridiculous of a worry that was. 
“They’re going to be there too, Hermione, and they’re only doing this as a redo for the Yule Ball. I didn’t get to go because I was away visiting family and George always said he would do his best to throw us a ball of our very own. Turning this into a prank would be a good way to lose his girlfriend, he isn’t quite foolish enough to try that and you know it.” 
Letting out a defeated huff Hermione went quiet, catching up to you and the rest of the group with a few long strides, continuing the walk out of the building and out to the currently empty quidditch field. Swallowing thickly you looked at the group of young women around you, hoping that your lie was believable enough that none of them would question it. No one here needed to know that this wasn’t really a makeshift ball, but rather a final goodbye from the Weasley twins to the classmates they planned to leave behind the very next day. 
Upon your arrival at the quidditch field you weren’t surprised to find that Fred, George, and the rest of the boys they had invited were all waiting there. The twins had much more experience sneaking out than you did, and because of that they were much quicker about it. You smiled softly when you saw George in the crowd of around fifteen boys, approaching him from behind in order to wrap your arms around him. George jumped softly upon feeling your arms snake around his waist before he chuckled, rolling his eyes and turning away from the conversation he was having with Seamus to face you. 
“Well how nice of you to turn up. Running a little late, are we?” George teased, cupping one side of your face with his hand, an almost far off look in his eyes as he ran his thumb across your cheek slowly. You frowned and reached up cup his face just the same, tilting your head. “Please don’t worry about me, George. I’m going to be okay.” Swallowing thickly George gave a quick nod, leaning down to place his forehead against your own. He remained like that for a few seconds before nodding once again and pulling away, a smile gracing his lips. “Well then, lets get this party started, shall we?” 
Thirty minutes later, after setting up a smuggled in radio, the music was playing, the snacks were laid out on a blanket on the ground, and friends and couples alike were dancing together in the grass, their feet bare and the ends of their dresses and trousers vaguely muddied. It was a beautiful sight to behold. And off to the side you stood wearing the ankle length gown you had intended to wear to the Yule ball but never got the chance to, George by your side in a rental tux he planned to steal the bow tie from to remember the night by. Extending your hand to your other half you smiled when George looked down at you fondly, his fingers wrapping around your own, squeezing gently. 
“This is absolutely perfect, you and Freddie should be proud of yourselves.” 
You had just gotten the words out of your mouth when a long arm draped itself over your shoulders, the familiar voice of Fred Weasley sounding beside your ear. “Why thank you dear sister, I appreciate your appreciation.” He snickered at his own unfunny joke, pulling his arm away from your shoulder as you turned to face him, caught up on a different part of his sentence. “Sister?” You asked, rolling your eyes softly at the enthusiastic nod that followed your sentence, “I’m not your sister, Freddie.” You said, punching his shoulder playfully with a grin. Fred responded with a shrug, a mischievous smile finding its way onto his face, “Not yet you aren’t, just give it a few - Hey!” Fred was cut off when Seamus came up behind him, smiling nervously as he tugged the man back by his coat, “Excuse us, we have some punch bowls to refill.” 
You watched curiously as Seamus continued to pull a half-heartedly struggling Fred away from you and your boyfriend. You turned to George to ask him what that interaction was about but found that he was looking away from you, clearly deep in thought. “George?” You asked gently, squeezing at his hand the same way he had squeezed yours just a few seconds before. George stiffened a bit before relaxing again, looking down at your with a soft and somewhat relieved looking smile. “Yes, Dear?” He asked, making your cheeks heat up even in the ever so slightly chilled air. “Any idea what all of that was about?” You asked, curiosity laced in your tone as you looked up at him. George swallowed, taking a moment to look off at the two bickering boys before she shook his head. “Haven’t a clue, Love. But what I do know is that I’ve only got so much time left to dance with my stunning girlfriend before the night is over.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed in response to George’s words, letting go of his hand to cross your arms over one another, raising a brow at him. “Is that your way of asking me to dance with you, Weasley?” George grinned, standing up straighter and offering his arm to you. “No, but this is.” With that he gestured to his arm with his chin, causing you to roll your eyes once again, but take it nonetheless, your hand resting just below his shoulder as he guided you to the makeshift dance floor. 
Song after song, George danced with you for hours on end, only stopping briefly for snack and drink breaks in between. He moved swiftly on his feet, spinning you effortlessly and watching your every move with love in his eyes. The dancing went on and on, even as the sun began to rise, casting long shadows of dancing figures on the ground. It wasn’t very long after the sun began to rise though, that the rain started to fall. It was gentle at first, just a small drop on your forehead every once in a while, but even so that was enough to get most people to stop dancing on the now overly dampened grass. But still the two of you kept dancing. The rain fell harder as time went on, never pouring, but falling fast enough to wet your hair and your dress significantly. But despite the discomfort of wet fabric sticking to your skin you couldn’t help but smile and continue your loving dance, laughter from the both of you filling the air as the dance became less controlled and more sporadic. You pulled away from George, spinning on your toes over and over again across the dance floor, your hair flying around behind you as you raised your arms up to the air, leaning your head back to allow the droplets of rain to run down your cheeks. By now the music had stopped and everyone was quiet, and when you stopped moving and looked back to your lover you found him standing still, his head tilted, staring at you with a type of love in his eyes that nearly brought you to tears. You were just about to start approaching him when he started taking long strides towards you, allowing him to reach you in a matter of seconds. You opened your mouth to speak but soon found your lips were pressed against his own, his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you with something that could only be described as desperation, although for what you did not know. 
George pulled away after just under a minute, panting heavily as the rain continued to fall on your faces and clothes. 
“I love you” 
He said softly, his eyes beginning to glisten as he spoke.You swallowed thickly, feeling tears begin to build at his sudden declaration, 
“I love you too, George.” 
And with that, George suddenly wasn’t standing anymore. He was kneeling before you, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a velvet box. Your hands flew to your mouth as you realized what was happening, the crowd around the two of you gasping and grinning as they looked on, the rain continuing to nearly drench them after having spent so much time in it. 
“Y/n L/n” 
George said clearly, his hands shaky as he spoke, 
“I love you with everything that I have. And I am begging you to please allow me the pleasure of spending the rest of my life with you by my side.” 
You began nodding immediately, finding yourself unable to speak, shock forcing your throat closed in a way you had never experienced before. George smiled up at you, reaching his unoccupied hand over to your own. And with that simple touch none of this was too much anymore, and you were finally able to give him the answer he was looking for. 
“Yes” 
You all but sobbed out, tackling George on to the ground, him landing on his back and you on top of him. Laughter began to flow from the two of you immediately, and slowly George began to sit up, reaching to your face in order to push a lock of damp hair behind your ear. 
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
 He whispered, sliding the ring you hadn’t even realized he had removed from the box on to your finger. 
You looked down at the ring, unable to stop your tears from falling at the sight of it resting atop your finger. It was absolutely beautiful, without a doubt exactly what you would’ve picked out for yourself had you been able to. It glistened in the rising sun and the falling rain, more bright and beautiful than you ever could’ve imagined. Looking back up at the man you loved you leaned in to rest your forehead against his own, a smile on your face even as your tears continued to fall. 
“Thank you for loving me the way you do, George. I’m the luckiest girl on Earth.”
 George grinned widely at your words, taking both of your hands into his own. 
The morning continued on, the sun rising higher and higher into the sky until finally it was time for everyone to sneak back to their dorms. But you and George remained on the field, laying together on the soaked grass with your head resting on his chest, unafraid of being caught, uncaring of the consequences, whatever they may have been. “I love you” George whispered softly, running a hand through your hair as he let out a deep sigh. Looking up to meet his gaze you were surprised to find tears running down George’s cheeks, his face revealing that he was enduring something he wasn’t meant to be handling alone. Reaching up to wipe away the tears that had made their way to his cheeks you sat up beside him, leaning forward on your knees in order to look deep into his eyes. 
“What’s wrong?” You murmured, allowing the pad of your thumb to stroke his cheek lovingly as he took a deep breath beneath your touch. There was pleasant silence for a few more seconds before George finally spoke up, his voice strained. “I don’t want to leave you,” He whispered, “I thought that asking you to marry me would make me feel better about it, because it was a promise that being apart wouldn’t be forever, but...” George trailed off, giving you the chance to speak up. “If you’re so worried about it then don’t leave me.” You said confidently, watching as George’s expression changed from one of pain to one of confusion. “You mean like-” “Take me with you.” You finished for him, grinning as you looked down at him, “If you don’t want to leave me then take me with you, George.” George sat up, taking both of your hands within your own as he looked you dead in your eyes, “You mean it?” You nodded enthusiastically, watching as George’s confusion and concern melted away into pure joy, “You want to come with me?” George whispered out, “You’ll let me take you with me? Take you away from here?” You nodded once again, letting out a shriek as George suddenly wrapped both arms around you, pulling you closer than he ever had before. “Thank you, oh thank you so much.” He sobbed out, relief obvious in his voice. You remained trapped in his tight embrace for a few more seconds before carefully pulling away, smiling up at him, “Of course, George. I don’t want to be anywhere that you aren’t. Let’s do this together.” George moved to wipe away the final remnants of teardrops from his cheeks, nodding as he leaned in to rest his forehead against your own. 
“Together”. 
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✨My name is Taylor and I was born in 1989 ✨
http://taylor.lnk.to/1989TaylorsVersion
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lolhelpimtired · 5 months
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the byeah gif is still fucking hysterical to me
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