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wings-of-sapphire · 2 months

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ANNY ANNY OHMIGOSH

LIVE CHAPTER 16 REACTION

GO CHECK OUT @annymation’s “KINGDOM OF WISHES” REWRITE

(Spoiler warning for Wish and ig some Hazbin Hotel and The Owl House too since I reference them)

(Regular warning bc MATE THIS IS LONG AS FUCK)

(Oh also swear warning)

That gif of Magnifico in the beginning looks way too adorable to be a psychopath

SCREAMS YES instead of “ow my chest has heartburn” I NEED THE GUT-WRENCHING SCREAMS

LIKE VAGGIE HAVING HER WINGS RIPPED OFF SCREAMS

UGH he’s evil but he loves his wife

WAIT IS HE GONNA BRAINWASH HER INTO BEING A PRINCESS

DRAWING YES IS IT GONNA BE THE MAGIC CARPET

Oh bubbles that works too (also irony)

Imma trust that Valentino made it in a bubble too bc YOU ARE NOT killing off the animal sidekick okay I would rather Magmaya win than Val be killed

YES BABY IS OKAY

Man Dahlia you gonna leave your mother behind?

”ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE” YES GIVE US THAT CONFESSION ASHA

Disney Channel

It’s giving Onward

OOH or Frozen yk Elsa and the staircase scene

NOOO ASTER BABY

“Love of his life” DAM YOU ANNY WHY MAKE OUR BOY SUFFER

Amaya is channeling her inner Gothel rn

Ooh I love Lydia the Bard!

ARGH THEY’RE EVIL BUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

Mysterious language? Star dialect?

”Last star I see tonight” ANNY

AHAKSJAKS THIS IN A MINOR KEY

ASTER BABY THE SCREAMS

Oh so they’re becoming Stars interesting

CALLING HER A WITCH OUTRIGHT

Dam Eris was one of my first fictional crushes (bisexual ass) so now I’m wondering if Amaya should be one too

”Hate but also love” it’s giving “Out For Love” by Carmilla

But Magmaya is out for love too… SHEJWJSKJS COUPLE GOALS IF THEY WEREN’T MENTALLY DERANGED

SINGING AT THE SAME TIME >>>>>

THE TROPE EVER

LIKE A MADRIGAL BUT SAME VIBES

Noooo Aster

Hey orchestra of stars above where the heck are you

Aster I love you but they have no humanity left

HE’S DYING ASHA GIVE HIM THE TRUE LOVE’S KISS

YOU BOTH CONFESSED MAKE IT BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Yikes Amaya you’re usually the brains now you’re choosing to spare her?

Ig since you’re in love it would be torture for you but cmon girl

FUCKING “I LOVE YOU” NO WHERE’S THE FUCKING MAGIC OF TRUE LOVE WHY IS HE NOT REVIVING

AGSJAJSKSJS IT’S GIVING LUZ NOCEDA

Oop gotta add a ToH spoiler warning now too ig

Brb

Okay back YK THE LIGHT ORB SHE FADES INTO

AND WE GOT ASHA PARALLEL TO AMITY HOLDING HER SOULMATE’S SOUL GLOW THING

AHSJAJSKS HAVE ASHA GO EDA/ KING FERAL

SHE FUCKING CONFESSED BACK ANNY MAKE THEM ALIVE AGAIN

Omfg battle outfit (AND MORE! THAN! JUST! SPARKLES!)

Omg yeah the dress fits so well with the star-chest thing

SHE HAS PUPILS idk why I was so hyped about that

IT’S GIVING “You’ll Be in My Heart”

VAL BABY

Wait next chapter? This seems like the conclusion Anny I’m scared

Omigosh these two royal idiots in love

I I bet they’re giggling and holding hands while destroying precious memories of their citizens

”Feels something changing” eh? Sorry it’s just canon!Wish didn’t give us much but the novelization is very AshaxDahlia heavy

YES SIMON HELPS THAT WOULD’VE MADE HIS MOVIE COUNTERPART BETTER

HE STANDS UP AND SINGS AND PROVES HE’S WILLING TO GO AGAINST MAGGIE

THE YOUNG GENERATION IS SINGING IT, BREAKING THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE

Although Asha has her Sabino… maybe ghosts/ spirits of her loved ones? I always imagined the scene “A Wish Worth Keeping” would have her family’s spirits (in blue) smiling and cheering her on… sparkly ofc

YES this scene in the movie was my favorite bc it FELT DRAMATIC

I said before “Knowing What I Know Now” was my fav but Anny I changed my mind “Wish (Reprise)” is my favorite

YES TAKE BACK YOUR KINGDOM FROM THE STRAIGHT WHITE FOLK (Amaya is Greek… what is Magnus? I’m assuming white too)

SWORD YES make it Prince Phillip’s

Gotta admit that falling wish scene in the movie was gorgeous, reminded me of Wall-E

Wait omigosh Asha looks so pretty in that photo where did you get that

*stares at it for hours bc she looks gorgeous*

Referenced as a wand now!

Smiling as she falls bc she knows HER BAE WILL CATCH HER

HOW are they not dead. The gays only have the power of plot armor

So it was nighttime okay

AW HE CARES FOR HER

Yep definitely giving Belos

NOW I WANT TO SEE A KOWxTOH CROSSOVER

Told you idiots you shouldn’t have spared her. Pride really does come before the fall

Seriously Gothel wasn’t a pussy she stabbed Flynn why didn’t you stab Asha (sorry bby just wondering how they’re so stupid)

THAT’S what you’re worried about man

HE WANTS TO KEEP AMAYA SAFE IN HIS ARMS AND PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

Lol I’m just imagining a giant whoosh of power and light and Amagnus squeezes their eyes shut waiting for a painful death and then they just. Sneeze. Itchy magic glitter poof

Is this a reference to a past Disney movie? They’re really going the PJO route huh

DAM ANNY THAT’S HARSH

Uh. Wow. Okay Aster I guess they did kill you

Yay we have the citizens standing up!

Wait you make your wish at 18 was this women pregnant really early orrrr

Later? Oh goodness I’m worried for the next chapter

Uh Starsha is being a bit sadistic and Amaya is sobbing for her love…

MAGGIE TURN AND COMFORT YOUR WIFE

Oh btw is Magnus part Spanish? “Mi vida” since Amaya is Greek…

NO NO DANCE PARTY I DON’T TRUST YOU YET

Someone get Gabo some therapy mate

NO WHAT

ASTER WHAT

NO THE STARS WILL COME DOWN AND LEGO BATMAN HIS ASS

VIOLIN-STAR TELL THEM THAT THEY FOUND LOVE AND THEREFORE THEY WILL STAY

WHY DID HE SAY IT SO SOFT AND MATURE WHERE IS MY GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY

DID HE HEAR ASHA TELL THEM SHE LOVED THEM? DOES SHE HAVE TO DO IT TO MAKE HIM STAY?

”Love is all they needed” Amaya you’re clever but this was all sort of your fault witch

FUCK YOU MAGNUS COMFORT YOUR WIFE OFH WAIT TOO LATE

Tbh I would’ve agreed with Gabo had they injured Val in some way

YEAH THEY DESERVE IT BUT THEY GOT THE PERCY JACKSON HEPHAESTUS CHAIR TREATMENT

Discord DID turn to stone too… how about they turn to stone and THEN get pushed off a cliff

OKAY that was long but it was good

Uh I’m scared for the next chapter? We get Amable’s backstory so do they escape? Will Asha become the FG? Will Aster get LEGO Batman-d by the school marching band of Stars? Is their magic the North Star magic? SO MANY QUESTIONS

Overall though great job Anny! This has been an amazing journey and I can’t wait for the final chapter!

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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hey can i please request reader and drew are just relaxing in comfortable silence while watching a movie in their bedroom and reader gets horny but doesn’t wanna say anything bc its drew’s favorite movie, then drew goes to get more popcorn and then reader decides not to disturb drew and get her vibrator and use it in the bathroom and the vibrator was strictly for only when drew said yes but she didn’t care to ask this time, so she said ill brb and drew asked wheres shes going and she said period stuff! in a hurry but drew knew she wasn’t on ehr period and was suspicious so he pressed his ear against the door and heard her whimpers and the vibration sounds and he knew what was up, so he scoffed realizing what she did and knocked again and said babe are you sure you’re okay, and readers chokes out a weak yeah and says she’ll be right there and he says she’ll be in the kitchen waiting so she cums and walks out of the bedroom thinking she got away only to be greeted by drew seated on the edge of his bed still watching the movie but knowing she was there, drew then asked what she did again and reader says “oh just changing my pad” but he knows shes def lying and says “babe you’re not on your period.. i know that, whats in your hand” and he has a more dominant tone and reader slowly reveals the vibrator and he scoffs and asks what did you do with that? and she makes up a lame excuse and was like, “oh it died! i was just planning to refill the battery for our next time” and he was like how would you known it died if you hadn’t used it and before she came up with another lame ezcuse he was like “stop the bullshit i heard everything, hand it over,” and she hands the wand over and he gathers her slick on it and licks in saying how much of a bad girl she was, and he turns of the tv and says lay the fuck down, and she obeys and he used a strap to attach it to her 🐱 and watches his movie in the next room while she moans and screams from overstimulation, he comes in when the movie ends to find her bummed out, teary eyed and half asleep, he then slaps her and wakes her up as she twitches and he takes it off, and fucks her and makes her say how sorry she was for disobeying him and when they’re done he says “next time just ask princess” (SORRY ITS SO LONG)

cant wait to read ❤️❤️

Okay *whew* lol I hope this is everything you'd imagined :)

"Movie Night" Will be available to you soon!

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drawlfoy · 2 years

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Hiii hii my assumptions about you:

You absolutely LOVE the autumn/dark academia aesthetic

I think you might have sliiiightly dark-blonde hair

You are a fan of crime/thriller shows/books or just the genre in general

You are also an introvert, which I'm guessing because you once said we have the similar enneagram type

I'm guessing you're more of a tea fan because you seem to know a lot about tea (as seen from your writings)

You have book smarts(?)

You like travelling

I don't really know much about tarot so I think a general reading will do or you choose whichever/whatever reading

brb checking my closet to see if you've been camping out there for the past few years because otherwise HOW DID YOU KNOW THIS MUCH LMFAO like even down to the hair color i'm baffled you got that one right

ok that being said here is your reading:

i asked about your summer and pulled the following cards:

the high priestess (reversed)

four of swords

four of wands (reversed)

for starters, i think it's important to point out that you may be feeling some rather stagnant energy. perhaps you're feeling stuck, held back, or restrained. this most likely has a lot to do with the category in your life regarding maturity, self-fulfillment, and self-expression. maybe the people in your life don't acknowledge how much you've grown and this is frustrating you in your journey to become satisfied and centered. it looks like you've had some struggle recently, whether that be over a disconnect in your personal life/family or with your career pursuits. the cards are saying that taking time off and not making important decisions right this moment might be a good move. there is nothing wrong with rest; if done correctly, periods of inactivity can be just as productive as working. both the four of swords and the high priestess reversed are telling you to hone your trust in your intuition during this time of relaxation. be a little more intentional in your self-care. the four of wands reversed invites you to celebrate your little victories with your loved ones, even if they don't feel particularly grandiose. this is your time to grow into your new self! it's okay to share this new version of you with others when you're ready!

that should be it! as always, take what resonates. doing a tarot reading over tumblr is not nearly as accurate as an in-person reading where you can choose the cards yourself. i hope this helped!

#dee reads tarot #dee overshares #ally!

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kayfabekelpie · 2 years

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Okay I'm posting this before I change anything else because I'm not going to be happy with it if I do. You ever have a character you can write ABOUT with some confidence but don't know how to write FOR? Anyway, for no related reason, I'm gonna go fight a skeletwink brb

2k word rambling thoughts on TMAEW No Fear Darby and what it means to fall. Darpunk. @sybilius @electricshoop

As always I'm playing fast loose and feral with canon vs fanon vs my own interpretations so here's an outline of what inspired all of this/the thoughts I was trying to work out/my base assumptions wrt How Things Work:

Avatars can chuck people into their realms at any time for any reason with or without consent (I'm 89% sure that this is true in the actual pod but I can't remember for sure/what the specifics were)

People touched by an entity who have had their fear removed can experience everything about those realms except the fact that they're supposed to be scared (I think this is confirmed by Georgie but I'm not For Sure)

Avatars of the Eye can see all parts of someone's thoughts/mindscape, not just their fears (again I feel like I remember this from the pod but that may just be fanon/porn handwaving that I'm confusing for canon and tbqh if I'm wrong on this I don't wanna be right. Mostly for porn reasons)

When Darby takes Punk to the "nothing" it's basically Punk Eyeing himself into Darby's head and then Darby trying to feel fear and he can't!! There's nothing!! What's that like because I'd like to know!! I am living through the year 2021 and scared of everything!!

Darby is functionally using lucid dreaming techniques to put himself in a nightmare scenario for fun and we love that for him

Avatars cease to be human after a while. (Also canon but not sure on the Mechanics of it all and what being not human even means)

I don't know if the green eyes thing was strictly MAG because [spoilers] or if it's an inherent aspect of the Eye but I'm here choosing that it's an Eye thing (there's something there wrt green eyes and envy and being able to see into other peoples' heads/the Eye's whole observation without participation thing but that's a thought for another time) (idek if green eyes was canon or another bit of fanon that we've all just Accepted but if I saw a fanart of Jonathan Sims The Archivist without green eyes I'd be hard pressed to figure out who he was)

I have a lot of Thoughts on whether the wand chooses the wizard on how someone is drawn to/adopted as a fear avatar but I'm working through them. Starting to figure it out was part of the driving force of this. I also kind of reference the start of a related Thought with the bit about Hangman. Tldr: 75% of Virginia is fucking EMPTY I have lived here for [REDACTED] years and I can confirm that there are places you can go here where you can be ALONE. Except for cows. Hashtag cowboy shit.

I went to a funeral one time where the speaker started the whole shindig off by saying "death is impolite" and I think I took that to heart. It definitely fuels the way Darby sees the End, at the very least. That's a Thought for another day.

Also one time I had the Tower pulled during a reading about how someone important was going to perceive me and now I'm Defensive about the card and that has possibly Affected My Perception, but I wrote the bit about the tarot card reading and then the rest of this fell out.

He was told, once - some friend with a cheap tarot deck playing at mind reader - that the Tower is bad news. That it's change, it's alteration, a fall from grace. It's upheaval, a lightning strike - Lichtenberg figures branching through veins and burning from the inside out. It's supposed to be scary. When she pulled it from the deck, she'd waggled her fingers with a grin and an exaggerated wooooooo and pronounced him cursed.

Maybe he is. Maybe that memory, the first confirmation that there's something wrong with him and other people can sense it, that it's inherent enough for the random shuffle of cards to predict, is why when he's introduced to the Vast, to the potential to fall, something clicks. The threat of feeling. The confirmation that there's nothing inside of him.

He isn't sure who first showed it to him - they all like to test him, whether or not he's lying about his fear being erased, whether or not it really was taken from him, cut off by an entity that claims a genteel nature and a sublime hand, who decided he was too young for that amount of fear and reached inside of him and touched -

Well. Someone showed him the Vast at some point - he coffin dropped during practice and then just kept falling and falling and falling. He wonders how long they all stood there waiting for him to surface, to come up kicking and screaming and panicking before they started panicking themselves when he just...didn't. Who pulled him out of the illusion, and who freaked out when he told them to put him back? He can't remember, that part didn't matter as much as the buzz in his head and the desire to fall again.

He figures out how to replicate it himself, build up the fantasy of the feelings, of the wind and the rush and weightless free fall. He crafts each aspect until there's a whole scene, a purpose, rather than just the feeling where terror should be. A tower - because despite what the Rider-Waite says, change doesn't have to be bad, stagnation seems just as horrifying - some old medieval fortress lost to time and built of stone that's trying to fall back to the earth miles upon miles upon eons below. He stands on the edge of a crumbling parapet and stares down and down and down, at the earth far enough below that the trees and grass and dirt blend together into an indistinct mess of color without shape or form. There is no lurch in his stomach, no tremble in his hands or heartbeat, just a surety that if he jumps, he will fall. Maybe he'll land. Maybe he won't. Neither option catches his breath in his lungs. He doesn't fear pain, or death, or an eternity of weightless anticipation. He doesn't fear anything. But here, on the edge, it's the closest he comes to it, to understanding what makes them all tick, why they all simper and scheme to their chosen entity.

No one else understands him, though. Some pretend to, but most just can't muster how he can feel nothing. He tries for Sting, and Sting tries for him, offers to put him underground and Bury him. Darby agrees, finds himself under miles of earth and rock, lying prone in the dark and with the weight of everything that's ever been crushing down on top of him. He feels nothing, but he does get a spectacular nap out of it - turns out dirt is the best weighted blanket. When he tells Sting, his mentor looks the worst combination of surprised and disappointed but pats him on the shoulder anyway.

He tries others, too. Malakai's darkness is pressing in a way that isn't the Buried and isn't anything else. It's as close to nothing as any of them get, and there's a quiet understanding that passes between them. The Bucks like to lock him in a maze and try to taunt a response out of him by changing the walls and the colors and the layout, making fractals dance in front of his eyes to distract him, but he just takes a stroll until they get bored and release him.

(The only thing that even slightly affects him is the Lonely. He's not sure if Hangman even means to do it, but one second they're in an elevator together at some hotel and the next they're not. He's alone. There's trees all around him, but they thin out to his left, and there's empty, rolling fields of green, blue skies and fluffy clouds, and complete and total silence. Page pulls him out after only a few moments that seem to take an eternity, rushes an apology past him and hustles out of the elevator. The experience leaves Darby - not scared, because he's not capable of that, but unsettled. The one time Kenny had dropped him into a Lonely fog with a quirk of his lips and a blink, it hadn't been...that. it hadn't been empty. Just lonely. He doesn't talk to Page much anymore.)

The tower is his favorite, his haven. It's where he ends up most nights, most times when he needs to silence his thoughts or focus or just be. Sometimes he jumps and falls and falls and falls until he surfaces back in the waking world. Sometimes he waits for sleeplessness to tip him over the edge, for the fun of the surprise when it happens. Sometimes he just sits on the edge, feet kicking into the empty air, and drifts. The wind is so loud that everything else seems easier to deal with.

The first time Punk comes into his head, Darby's just considering whether falling sounds nicer than hoping for anticipation to happen to him when someone grabs the back of his shirt and yanks him away from the edge, pulls him against a warm body, a voice shouting panicked in his ear. It takes him a second to recognize Punk.

"What the fuck," he says.

"What the fuck!" Punk responds, and then he's gone.

Darby jumps instead of thinking about it, about how Punk's hand felt like a brand on his wrist, his arm a shackle around his waist, how both felt like security. He falls until he wakes up, and avoids Punk's concern until he finally corners Darby in catering.

"I thought you didn't feel Fear," he almost accuses.

"Wouldn't you know if I did?" Darby definitely accuses right back, and Punk shoves him away.

He comes back eventually, days later. "Explain," he says from behind sleepless eyes, and Darby tries - when you don't have fear, you can choose what nightmares to try to give yourself - but he's never been good with words. He tries to show Punk, with Sting's dirt nap (Punk thrashes and screams and claws at the earth above him to try to get room to expand his chest, even when Darby tries to remind him that he doesn't have to breathe) and then with the dark finality of Terminus that even now he can fall into without much effort, that it in fact sometimes takes effort not to fall into, a haunting he can't escape from even if he isn't scared. That goes over even worse, and Punk isn't himself for a few days after. Darby forgets not everyone can look death in the eye without flinching. (He also worries a little that, maybe, it wasn't the End that put Punk off, but seeing the reason Darby calls himself half-dead, the entity that took a kid's fright and made it into another empty space inside of him. Maybe that was too personal. Darby's never been a good judge of these things.)

After that, he just gives Punk the empty void he feels naturally when he tries to summon a fear. Quiet. Stillness. Punk says it's relaxing, after everything else, everyone else, to peer into someone's deepest places and find nothing. He lays his head in Darby's lap or pulls Darby into him and it's easy. It's easy to fall into him, different from falling from his tower. This makes his heart beat in a way that the disinterest in impact never could and never will. There's no fear. But there's something else.

One night, he tries to add to the nothing. Emptiness, as always, but the sensation of falling. A hand in his. Falling together. He thinks Punk finally starts to get it.

When he wakes up, Punk's not breathing, and his heart is still. It's the closest to fear Darby has felt since the crash, since someone who was not EMS but who pretended to be looked him in the eye and cut him off, until Punk's eyes open and he comes to life. Not dead, just...other. He lies when Punk asks about it, or tells the half truth he understands, but keeps him close and keeps a hand - a brand, a shackle - around the other man's wrist so he can feel the thunder of his pulse.

It jumps when Darby touches him, smiles at him, and it kicks up double time when they kiss. If kissing is what keeps Punk's heart beating, keeps him that little bit human and that little bit away from the Eye, that little bit Darby's, then Darby is happy to kiss him.

He's also just… happy to kiss him.

He takes Punk to the tower again, eventually, but Punk won't jump. Darby does, watching Punk watch him, fading into the distance as he falls and falls and falls, but no matter how long he drops, what velocity he reaches, Punk is still the same distance away, perched on his hands and knees so the wind won't buffet him down too. Darby closes his eyes and thinks of the crumbling stone edge of the tower, and he's there, he's still. Punk startles and swears, and Darby smirks at him.

"You fell," Punk says.

"I fell," Darby confirms. Then, with a smirk, "So did you."

Punk rolls his eyes and pretends to sock him in the stomach. Darby sells it, pretends to stumble back, miscalculates the distance and -

Punk jumps after him before Darby can register that he's gone over the edge, before he can remind him that he's not actually falling, that this is all in his head and, by extension, Punk's head too. It's feeling, sensation, illusion - a dream - but he realizes in that moment that for Punk, it's real. That the detached fascination Darby feels for all of this is true terror for Punk. He reaches up for Punk's grasping hands, twines their fingers and pulls them together, chest to chest and cheek to cheek. They hit the ground at the foot of the tower with enough force to jar his teeth in his skull, and lay there as the dust settles around them. Punk is a shivering weight on top of him, so Darby has to bring them out, back to the hotel room, to the scratchy blanket and the give of the mattress, to things that are real to both of them. He holds Punk and wishes, for the first time, that he had even a little bit of the Eye's power, that he could understand how it works, so he could reach into Punk's head and find a way to reassure him. He settles for keeping the man in his arms until he stops shaking, and brings him a Pepsi from the vending machine to make him laugh.

He doesn't mention the green in Punk's eyes

He doesn't mention the heart that doesn't beat even when Darby climbs into his lap and yanks his boxers down.

He just closes his eyes and lets nothing drape around them both.

He doesn't go back to the tower again.

#tma aew crossover #darpunk #darby allin drabble #cm punk drabble

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hp-again · 7 years

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Rereading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Chapter Fourteen - Felix Felicis

- okay so i know ive already said this but like why the fuck doesnt dumbledore just let ron and hermione come to these little meetings with harry??? we would save SO much time if harry didnt have to repeat literally everything they talked about to them

- can we all agree that herbology is scary af? ok cool

“Why don’t you try hooking up with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen Slug -” “We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, who for some reason had turned a bright scarlet, “and I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it’s stupid then I won’t bother!” Harry suddenly wished the pod had flown a little farther, so that he need not have been sitting here with the pair of them. Unnoticed by either, he seized the bowl that contained the pod and began to try and open it by the noisiest and most energetic means he could think of; unfortunately, he could still hear every word of their conversation.

i am harry and harry is me. also the HORMONES YALL.

“You were going to ask me?” asked Ron, in a completely different voice. “Yes,” said Hermione angrily. “But obviously if you’d rather I hooked up with McLaggen...” There was a pause while Harry continued to pound the resilient pod with a trowel. “No, I wouldn’t,” said Ron, in a very quiet voice. Harry missed the pod, hit the bowl, and shattered it.

socially awkward harry is my favorite. sidenote: i am romione trash and am living for this

- brb as i go cry over the fact that harry is worried their relationship is going to ruin the trio. hes literally so cute i just want to hug him and tell him everythings going to be ok!!!!!

There was much muttering in the common room about the fact that Harry had now chosen two of his classmates for the team. As Harry had endured much worse muttering than this in his school career, he was not particularly bothered

HAHA. rumors that harry is biased about who gets to be on the quidditch team beats rumors that hes the heir of slythering and wants to kill all muggle borns, i guess.

- someone PLEASE tell me where this whole ‘harry likes ginny’ plot came from because it feels super random. like they’ve hardly had any type of relationship in the past and now harry sees her kissing dean and hes like OH MY GOD I WANT TO MURDER DEAN and its like ok pump the brakes dude

“It is none of your business who I go out with or what I do with them, Ron-” “Yeah, it is!” said Ron, just as angrily. “D’you think I want people saying my sister’s a -” “A what?” shouted Ginny, drawing her wand. “A what, exactly?”

hot DAMN as much as i love ron...he done fucked up. NOT KEWL TO SLUT SHAME RONALD

“Harry’s snogged Cho Chang!” shouted Ginny, who sounded close to tears now. “And Hermione snogged Viktor Krum, it’s only you who acts like it’s something disgusting, Ron, and that’s because you’ve got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!”

HOLY SHIT like ya ron was out of line but damn girl. low blow.

- my heart hurts bc ron just asked harry if he thinks hermione really did hook up with krum. and harry is a horrible liar.

- OK SERIOUSLY this harryxginny thing went from 0 to 100 in about 2 pages. he went from being like ‘huh thats weird that im mad dean is kissing ginny’ to being like ‘im in love with ginny but i wont risk my friendship with ron’ like????? am i crazy or????

- rons low self-esteem this chapter is really bumming me out. just know that I love you bb

Amidst all the yelling and clapping Harry could distinctly hear the roar of Luna Lovegood’s famous lion-topped hat.

my hearts swooning i want this hat SO fucking bad

- FUCKING ZACHARIAS SMITH IS THE COMMENTATOR? oh HELL no. god damn i really do not remember anything in this book lol this isn’t even like a reread this feels like a first read

“Shall...shall we go up to the party, then?” “You go!” said Hermione, blinking back tears. “I’m sick of Ron at the moment, I don’t know what I’m supposed to have done...”

UNFORGIVABLE making my girl hermione cry. also the only thing she did to ron was just get fweaky with a hot famous quidditch player and i gotta say, i cannot blame her for that.

There, in full view of the whole room, stood Ron wrapped so closely around Lavender Brown it was hard to tell whose hands were whose. “It looks like he’s eating her face, doesn’t it?” said Ginny dispassionately. “But I supposed he’s got to refine his technique somehow.

oh NO. i can’t watch yall.

She was sitting on the teacher’s desk, alone except for a small ring of twittering yellow birds circling her head, which she had clearly just conjured out of midair. Harry could not help admiring her spellwork at a time like this.

why is this so fucking beautifully written?

“Gerremoffme!” he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed.

IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING

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werenzki · 7 years

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Elias Lindholm #1

Anonymous said: Could you write a imagine about Elias Lindholm? No smut please :) I've got the biggest crush on him!! Your writing is the best btw

A/N: i’ve never realized how much i loved elias’s name till i was writing this, brb naming my first born son after this lovely boy.. also just you guys liked it and i’m really really sorry for the wait on this request!!!

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Wedding season was upon everyone as June came to an end and July was just around the corner. This Summer it seemed to be a trend to get married. Sure, you were getting to the age now when your friends were tying the knot, but you swore that every hockey players ever needed to be married this year. Not that you minded, it just meant you got to see your dashing boyfriend in a suit plenty of times during the off season.

“You’re wearing the blue dress today right?” Elias asked from his closet, his voice carrying out to where you were cooped up in his ensuite bathroom.

Applying another coat of mascara, you opened your eyes wide and watched yourself carefully in the mirror, “navy, yes,” you answered while putting the wand back into the tube and tossing it into your makeup bag.

Looking over yourself once more, you fiddled with your hair to make sure the curls all flowed right before looking once over your natural makeup and finally exiting the bathroom after the many hours you had been in there. You had taken so long that Elias had actually had to shower down the hall in his main bathroom, since if he had a hot shower in here it’d ruin all your hard work. Your boyfriend was simply nice enough to work around you.

You adjusted your robe and walked into the closet where Elias was buttoning up his suit pants, the navy ones to be exact. You smiled and walked past him to grab your dress, it was probably your favourite of all the dresses you had gotten for this summer of weddings. Plus, it matched perfectly with Elias’s navy suit - which was also your favourite.

“Mind helping me zip up?” You asked after slipping into the dress, with your back to Elias, you turned around to see he was finishing up buttoning his white dress shirt.

“We’re catching an Uber right?” He asked while zipping up your dress.

“Thanks,” you murmured and turned back around, fixing your hair while looking at your selection of shoes, “and yeah, open bar so I’m assuming we’re taking full advantage of that,”

“As long as you don’t go taking the mic and trying to start karaoke again,”

“Shut up, Joanna and Eddie loved it,”

“Well, the rest of Greece didn’t,” Elias teased you with a smirk on his face. You stuck your tongue out at him before bending down to pick up your simple black heels.

You made your way out of the closet and sat down on the end of the king sized bed while putting on your heels. Elias walked out from the closet only seconds after you, his shirt now tucked in while he had his jacket in his one hand and his shoes in the other. He put both down and grabbed ahold of your legs, causing you to fall backwards on the bed and gasp in surprise. Then you were smiling as you watched him doing up the little buckle on your heels for you.

“Thanks,” you smiled. Elias was about to sit beside your feet, but you leaned forward to pull the collar of his shirt and bring him down with you.

“What in the world-” you cut off his confused words with your lips crashing onto his. Elias held himself up with one hand planted on the mattress beside your head while the other cupped your face - gently brushing his fingers along your jaw as the kiss grew deeper.

“We should get going,” Elias stated with his breathing unsteady. You kept your eyes on his soft pink lips and smiled.

“We’ve got time,” you said and kissed him hard again.

You spend the next few minutes in your own little world as you two kissed till you were nearly out of breath. Then you peppered little kisses down his jaw, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead before getting up from the mattress. You were still smiling like an idiot as Elias slipped into his shoes and tied them quickly.

Somedays you just needed to make out with your boyfriend in bed. You were so in love it made you sick. Never did you imagine yourself falling so deeply in love with anyone - then Elias Lindholm walked into your life. Figuratively and literally. You’d never forget the moment he looked down at you as you fell to the ground at the local outdoor rink, you scowled till you met his soft apologetic eyes. Then he was teaching you how to skate only moments after saying sorry twenty million times.

Next thing you knew, you were going on dates, attending Hurricane games, then you were sleeping over at his apartment most days - he was still in the process of trying to move you in - and you were meeting his family at the end of July in Sweden. You knew that it’d only be a matter of time before it’d be your own wedding the you two of would be attending. With so many happening recently, the topic got brought up and you both saw that bright future ahead.

“You look beautiful,” Elias spoke quietly while walking up behind you. His arms snaked around your waist and you smiled at the reflection staring back at you in the full length mirror beside the front door.

“Thank you,” you nearly whispered back to him.

“Love you,” he muttered while nuzzling your neck. The feeling of his bread caused you to giggle, your shoulder immediately pushing up to get him away from you.

“You still going to love me when I’m dancing barefoot with Jeff and his new wife tonight?” You asked jokingly, turning to face Elias now.

He brushed back your hair from your face, his eyes watched his own action as he tucked it behind your ear gently while your eyes were glued to his light green eyes - with the way the sun was shining today, they nearly looked clear. Elias paused for a moment, the silence made your stomach tense up while your heart beat faster.

“I’ll probably fall even more in love with you then,” he smiled.

“As if that’s possible,” you replied jokingly while rolling your eyes and tossing your hair back.

Elias chuckled and took you off guard while pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “You’re right,” he chuckled.

As you were thinking of just how much you loved the man standing in front of you, your phone went off with the notification that your Uber was here to pick you up. You showed Elias and he pressed another peck to your hair before turning to grab his wallet from the small table beside the door and you threw your purse on your shoulder. Once the two of you were ready, you threaded your hand in his large one and walked down to the awaiting car together.

#elias mine #elias lindholm #elias lindholm imagine #Carolina Hurricanes #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey drabble #hockey imagine

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immedtech · 5 years

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Samsung Galaxy Note 10 review: The right size at the wrong price

For the first time since launching the Galaxy Note, Samsung has made two sizes of its flagship big-phone. The Note 10+ is a powerhouse, but frankly, I find the smaller Note 10 more intriguing. It has a slightly smaller screen than the Note 9, squeezed into a body that's about the same size as the S10. Yes, it does have a 6.3-inch screen. But it's shoved inside a handset that's ever so slightly larger than an iPhone XS, which has only a 5.8-inch display. This offers a way for people to get the series' hallmark S Pen in something a little less cumbersome than the typically oversized Note.

But Samsung had to make some tradeoffs to shave those millimeters. For example, the Note 10 has a full HD display, which would maybe be excusable if this were a $500 phone or if it were 2016. But the Note 10 costs $950. And in 2019, pretty much all high-end phones have gone quad HD. Samsung also ditched the microSD slot here -- something that has been a staple of the Note series since day one, and that power users will surely miss.

Yet the new, smaller phone isn't meant for the average Note fan. With it, Samsung is trying to sell the S Pen to a larger audience -- whether it's people who find Notes too big or those who obsess a little less over spec sheets.

Most of the Note 10's new features are the same as those in the Plus, and Chris Velazco has already gone over those in excruciating detail, so I'm not going to retread all of them. Instead, I'm going to focus on what makes the Note 10 different, and whether you should pick the smaller handset.

The importance of the S Pen

First, though, allow me to gush over the S Pen for a moment, since it is after all one of the biggest selling points of the Note series and is also why getting a smaller Note is a big deal. Back in the day, the stylus was really only useful for those who wanted to draw or write notes on their phones. Now, though, the S Pen is more than just a writing implement.

After adding Bluetooth support to the S Pen last year and turning it into a remote control, Samsung expanded the number of gestures you could use by giving the stylus a gyroscope and accelerometer. Instead of simply clicking once or twice to trigger actions, you can now swing the pen around to do things like switch cameras or zoom in on a scene from afar.

I really enjoyed having the S Pen as a wand-like controller for my camera, especially when my friend challenged me to a yoga pose-off where we needed to send each other pictures and videos of us beating the other at challenging poses. I was always too embarrassed to ask my friend to take a photo for me at the studio, plus I wanted to respect the privacy of my fellow yogis. I tried using my Pixel 3's timer to capture my achievements, but even with the maximum 10-second window, I couldn't get a picture of exactly when I had the right limbs up. The Note 10 came to the rescue -- I got into position in my own time and clicked the button when I was ready, and I won the challenge. Yay.

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It's nice to have the S Pen in a device that fits in the snug pocket of my yoga pants, but that was a really specific instance where the Note 10 did something I couldn't do with another phone. What you might use it for more frequently is to take digital handwritten notes. You can write on the Note 10's face even when it's asleep thanks to Screen Off Memo, which was a great feature when Samsung first launched it in the Note 5 in 2015. But with the Note 10, the company made it easier to sort through and make sense of your scribbles by improving its handwriting recognition system. All your notes are now automatically converted in the background and the words are indexed so you can search for a specific thing you scrawled and find it even if you hadn't manually hit convert.

I wrote a list of things I had to do ahead of IFA 2019 on a Screen Off Memo and hit save. Later, I went into the Notes app and found the exact list by searching for "IFA." This, more than the wand-like controls, felt like magic.

The Note 10 vs the Note 10+

But on to what makes the Note 10 different from the Plus. Other than how much easier the smaller device is to use, the main thing is that screen. Instead of the 6.8-inch quad HD+ display on the larger phone, the Note 10 has a 6.3-inch full HD+ panel. The specs nerd in me is pretty annoyed by this, but frankly I didn't notice a major difference in picture quality, unless I put the two phones side by side. I watched an episode of Shadowhunters on the Note 10 and still found the characters' tattoos clear. More importantly, colors were vibrant and the high dynamic range made landscapes look gorgeous.

Another major difference between the two sizes is the missing microSD card slot, but honestly, I don't miss it much... yet. The 256GB of storage on our review unit has been ample so far, though if you ask me again in two months after I've filled that up with apps and selfies, I might feel differently.

The Note 10 also only has 8GB of RAM compared to the Plus' 10 or 12GB. I haven't encountered a situation where I've run out of RAM yet, so it hasn't been a big issue. But the difference in performance caused by 2GB of RAM isn't something that most people will notice. The only people would complain are those who are probably going to buy the highest-specced Note 10+ anyway.

The other big thing that sets the two Note 10s apart is the battery. Predictably, a smaller phone equals a smaller battery, but in terms of actual runtime, I found no major difference between the two. I usually got about a day or slightly more out of the Note 10, which is on par with the larger handset and slightly longer than my Pixel 3. Its lower-res screen is probably helping to keep it humming along.

The only other thing you're missing on the small Note is a depth sensor on the rear. On the Plus it helps with AR effects and can make applying portrait blur to video more accurate, but the mini Note 10 does pretty well without it. As for the 3D scanning app, Velazco mentioned that the models he tried to create on the Note 10+ came out wonky, so it looks like you're not missing much here.

Aside from these differences, the Note 10 and Note 10+ are basically the same phone. They have the same Snapdragon 855 processor and the same primary cameras. If you can live with some of the tradeoffs and prefer a phone that's easier to navigate with one hand, the Note 10 might be the better option for you. Honestly, I struggle to come to terms with the exorbitant asking price for what it offers. But I wouldn't be shocked to see some tempting sales as the holiday season approaches -- T-Mobile is already offering a buy-one-get-one on the Note 10.

Wrap-up

The big takeaway? If you can wait awhile for prices to drop, the smaller Note 10 is the best Note for most people. Power users who need a big, high-res screen, a microSD card slot and tons of RAM are probably going to buy the Note 10+ no matter what it costs. The rest of us who are somewhat intrigued by the S Pen but were previously deterred by the huge handset can now consider the Note 10.

- Repost from: engadget Post

#ITlive #engadget #Samsung Galaxy Note 10 review: The right size at the wrong price

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kyidyl · 7 years

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Hogwarts house

So I am taking a Harry Potter lit class this semester so I logged into pottermore again because I couldn't remember which wand it'd chosen for me. Well apparently they reset everything and I had to re-register. So I took the sorting test again. It has completely changed since the first time I took it, but uh...I still got put in Griffindor. I was annoyed before because Harry's in Griffindor so it's boring, but apparently nothing's changed. So OK FINE I guess. Somewhere @wut4 is probably laughing at me and my discontent with my result because of that one time where I was like "brb going to get between that woman and the guy who's assaulting her you should call the cops".

#Harry Potter #Griffindor #pottermore

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loribos · 4 years

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New Post has been published on https://www.torontonicity.com/2020/01/15/throw-out-old-makeup/

When Should You Throw Out Your Old Makeup?

January is the time when many people not only make resolutions but attempt to declutter their homes and lives to welcome new possibilities in the coming year. January, when many re recovering from the frenetic pace of the holidays and are hunkering indoors away from the frigid weather is the perfect month to take stock of the makeup in your bathroom cupboard and discard anything that has gone stale. Because who wants to enter 2020 wearing a face from 2016?

Dermatologist Dr. Tsippora Shainhouse, MD, FAAD says a good rule of thumb to determine whether to throw out any makeup product is: “If the product looks different than when you first opened it, throw it out. Or if there is any change in texture, color, smell or if the product begins to separate, throw it out. Or if you used the tool or product over an infected area and can’t sanitize it, probably throw it out, too.”

Read further to find out when you should throw out old makeup.

Find out when you should throw out your old makeup.

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Foundation

When it comes to determining when to pitch your foundation, it depends on whether it is liquid or powder foundation. Liquid foundation lasts about 1 1/2 years before it needs to be tossed since it contains oils that break down. If makeup foundation breaks down, it doesn’t lay evenly on the skin. Powder foundation, on the other hand, should last two to three years before you need to replace it.

Mascara

Mascara is fairly easy to determine when to throw out since most mascaras last only about three to six months before they get dry and clumpy. You definitely don’t want to use mascara that is more than six months old because it is applied to the eye area where it can come into contact with bodily fluids and then the wand is replaced into the mascara tube where it can spread bacteria. Dr. Shainhouse adds, “If you used it while you had a cold or pink eye, throw it out.”

Serum

Most serums last at least a year and should be able to be used beyond a year without providing any harm to the skin although the serum’s active ingredients e.g. Vitamin C will lose some of their potency over time. Many serums are packaged in an opaque glass bottle to prevent their contents from being damaged by UV exposure.

Lipstick

Lipstick can last for about two years depending on how often it is used. If your lipstick changes colour or texture or applies differently on your lips, it’s time to get rid of it. You can keep your lipsticks clean by spraying them with alcohol. Lip pencils can last up to five years. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push();

Eyeshadow

Eyeshadow usually lasts longer than other makeup products. You can safely keep eyeshadow palettes and eyeshadow pencils for about three years. Make sure that you frequently clean your eyeshadow brushes so that you are not transferring makeup residue and bacteria to your eyeshadow palettes. If you are using liquid and cream eyeshadows, keep in mind that they don’t last as long: up to two years.

Nail Polish

Nail polish can last from two to three years. Many people, including me, keep their nail polish in the fridge to prolong its life. Try it…it works! You can usually revive nail polish that has become sticky and thick by adding a few drops of nail polish remover that contains acetone and shaking the bottle.

Hopefully, you now have a better idea about when you should throw out old makeup.

BRB – I’m just running off to have a look in my bathroom cabinet and toss some old makeup!

You might be interested in reading, “6 Things I Never Pay for in My Essentialist Lifestyle“.

#expired makeup #old makeup

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