#channel chasers 2

[sapphanimates]

Today I found out that the first Jimmy Timmy Power Hour is available on Netflix.

Do with that what you will.

#sapphanimates #sapph talks #jimmy timmy power hour #jimmy neutron #timmy turner #the fairly oddparents #netflix #second time ive ever watched it #im much more nostalgic for the sequels #but hey its still a banger special #oh yeah on netflix they put it under the fairly oddparents as an episode #for some reason they went from only having seasons 1 and 2 on Netflix #to now only having seasons 4 and 5 #plus all related specials from that time #channel chasers #schools out the musical #and of course the first power hour

[guardian5tiger3]

What do you need to know/what's hidden from you

Pick a group tarot reading +channeling

1. 2. 3.

Group 1

Seems like you guys are trying to maintain or gain balance while dealing with some type of conflict. Either of these could be internal or in your outer world. Some of you guys are being made to feel less than because of this. I want to stress I say less than as in you're better than you think and or feel that you are. If you're waiting for someone else to help you it's looking like the best person is you. Other energies could try but they aren't that powerful , at least I mean the ones that would or could in your situation or you hope to do that are not as powerful as you are in regards to whatever you hope for them to do in your situation in terms of helping. Maybe you want other people to defend you or just have your back. You're more powerful to be standing alone and you might as well stand even if you are alone in a situation like this. You all definitely have more potential than you think and feel like you do and I'm seeing this being especially, but not necessarily, in the money department. Seems like they want you to consider just shooting your shot at things. Try selling something or doing something to get a job or a raise. Something you haven't done or possibly wouldn't have even considered doing or considered something you really could do or manage. Worst case socially it seems that people are talking about you possibly in a negative light but it does not even concern you. These all seem like small fish and they need to work together. And even together they dont really amount to anything or accomplish much in life while you are ten fold way more powerful. So it's like because of your strengths and everything you do stand out and it's hard for these people not to talk about an elephant in the room but they can only speak mostly negatively because that's who they are as people. What's hidden is that both you and the world around you are a lot better and more beautiful than you're currently perceiving.

Group 2

I'm gonna keep it so real. For better or for worse someone really wants something with you. Like this immediately came off super sexual. This person or even people holy... This energy though seems almost pushy or too confident it's almost way too intimidating or rude or something. They're actually a chaser because they want to go for things to fill some type of void within themselves. Well, it's moreso like they're running away from something and by them doing that it's like they're reaching for stuff to pull them forward. But they don't really know what they want in all aspects of themselves and I don't feel like they know you as much as they would think or claim. For some of you this is someone completely inappropriate like a boss or family friend who is an older man. Regardless this person seems like the type you want to take a step back from and get a full understanding of the entire picture that is them. Especially if youve felt like someone is feeling this kind of ways towards you this is confirming your intuition. And on the surface it does seem mostly sexual. I want to reiterate this person is actually very confused on the inside.

Group 3

It looks like you all have been very protective and or defensive more or less. You or someone else seems to just want to keep to themselves and what they have and enjoy everything they do have /have earned. You all might be missing opportunities especially socially or in work /career because of this though. You just might be being too closed off. But personally I would say it's not necessarily a bad thing to be defensive of your energy.you just might be missing out on something or some things and this may then cause stagnation. Boredom is never fun. Follow your intuition. Some of you just need to keep a better eye out. Some of you need to step out of your comfort zone and actually do more outside of your own little bubble. It's coming out that you all might end up rejecting something from the universe. Not good.this is a time to heal. Especially issues from childhood pertaining to things like abandonment and rejection if that fits ok. Also for less of you paranoia or fight or flight in some way or something ok. And if you're not safe you need to do everything you can to transition to a safe environment ok.

#pick a card reading #free tarot readings #pac reading #pac #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot reading #pac tarot #pick a card #tarot pac #free intuitive readings #intuitive messages #channeled reading #channeled message

[antimony-medusa]

A World Away (A Step Apart)

Discord Server: Cape Chasers Channel: #rules-and-roles Cape Chasers is an all-ages discord focused on RPF written about Heroes and Villains, including romantic and NSFW RPF. We are both Mask-Sympathetic (villain-supporting) and Cape-Friendly (hero-supporting). This is a non-political space, we’re here for the fics and the community. Bringing in real-life politics is an instant ban, this is your first and only warning.  Discord Rules: 1. No racism homophobia transphobia dunamisphobia etc. Treat each other kindly. 2. As per Discord terms of service, you must be 13 or older to participate in this server. 3. No discourse, discrimination, harassment, or bullying. 4. No screenshotting and sharing content or messages from this server without permission. Anyone found to be willingly participating in doxxing or unmasking will be banned from this server and anywhere else the mod team touches. 

Status: 1/1 chapters, updated 7 December, 14,531 words

Fandom: Original Work

Relationships: Male Supervillain with Day Job at a Coffee Shop/Tired Male Superhero In Need of Caffeine

Tags: Coffee Shops, Superheroes, Social Media, in-world RPF, In-world Discourse, Dystopian, Enemies to Friends, and maybe more?, Meet-Cute, Hey check out how badly these guys can FLIRT, one of them doesn't even know that he's flirting, if that gives you an idea of how good they are at it, Quite a lot of writing about food, Comedy

Okay so this one was half of my main assignement. I got the assignement "barista villain/superhero coffee shop patron" and the person opted into "in world social media" and "in world RPF" and I went INSANE. In which I pull on a decade on twitter and 12 years on this website to write some of just the most discourse, set in a fictional superhero and supervillain fandom.

#my writing #creative writing #original work #original superhero

[thehazelmist]

YES, YES. I FEEL SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW! I HAD DRAWN CONCEPTS FOR A PLUSHIE OF MR. PUZZLES WEEKS AGO, AND I HAVE HAD 2 DREAMS ABOUT A MR PUZZLES PLUSHIE RECENTLY. IT'S REAL NOW. HE BECAME A MARKETABLE PLUSHIE. THANK YOU SO DAMN MUCH SMG4!

The movie Itself was absolutely amazing!! Last night I was hoping we would get another musical number with Mr. Puzzles, But I thought that wouldn't happen. since SMG4 Movies usually don't have songs unless It's a WOTFI. But my wish came true!! And I loved the song, It was so catchy! I was thinking that Mr. Puzzles was some eldritch creature, and his "photoshop" expression was showing a glimpse of what he actually looked like. But he seems to be a cyborg! I honestly prefer that, instead of another godlike creature. (Looking at you Niles...I still love you though) Because I would be getting bored of so much arcs related to a godlike being breaking the fourth wall, Nope! It's just a guy that loves TV That Is breaking the fourth wall! Oh, and that joke of Mario mistaking Vox for Mr. Puzzles. That was the best joke ever, absolute comedy gold. Whether Mr. Puzzles looking similar to Vox Is a coincidence or not, they took advantage of the comparisons and made a hilarious joke with It! I loved seeing many other parodies of various TV shows. and they completely nailed The South Park parody. I loved seeing Bob animated In that style! The episode kind of reminded me of Channel Chasers from Fairly Odd Parents. If It wasn't a coincidence, That's really cool! That episode from fairly Odd Parents was one of the best! (And one of the few episodes I watched of fairly oddparents) So It's fun to see others Inspire from that episode! Anyways....I'm going to take a look inside my wallet now...

#smg4 #smg4 characters #smg4 puzzlevision #puzzlevision arc #puzzlevision smg4 #smg4 crew #smg4 tv adware #tv adware arc #tv adware #puzzlevision #mr puzzles #smg4 mr puzzles #mr puzzles smg4 #smg4 movie #smg4 arc

[jknerd]

FOP CHANNEL CHASER SERIES #2: SPY X FAMILY

Timmy: Hi, kid~! I’m your new babysitter Timantha Turner~!

#fop #genderbend #timmy turner #timantha turner #channel chasers au #crossovers #spy x family au #Timmy in SPY X FAMILY AU #Anya Forger #Poof

[training4theapocalypse]

Finders Keepers Ch 11. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (no smut)

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Violence, injury detail

Summary: The new friend you made at the Holyhead Harpies tryouts is more than meets the eye.

A/N: If there's one thing I'm always gonna do it's announce a chapter will be posted on Sunday and post Friday instead. Sorry this took a hot minute - it's been through several drafts. McLaggen briefly channels Marc Darcy from Bridget Jones's Diary 2 and it made me swoon.

Tag list: @pretendfan, @countlambula, @ratsys, @aweidlich, @navs-bhat, @stainedpomegranatelips, @chiaraanatra, @xxvelvetxxxx, @ohnoitsrosie, @dracosisteer, @daisydark, @intense-sneezing, (let me know if you want removed at any point btw!)

Chapter 11: Blood Traitor

“Right then, here’s to the Holyhead Harpies’ two newest signings,” says McLaggen, grinning and raising his pint glass.

You beam at him, still giddy with excitement and hardly able to take it all in. You’ve done it. You’ve actually done it. And what’s more, you think you’ve made a friend in your new teammate. The only prospect at tryouts who had managed to get a goal past you was the other newest Holyhead Harpy signing and chaser, Cerys Thicknesse, who had taken McLaggen up on his offer to join you at the wizarding pub a few miles outside of Surrey to celebrate.

“And you’re sure you don’t mind a third wheel while I wait on my friend?”

And with that, the three of you apparated to The Black Dragon which was, from the way McLaggen and Cerys told it, the only decent wizarding pub in the south outside of London. When you arrived, you found it was as packed as you’d expect any pub to be on a Saturday evening. And now as the three of you sit around a small, beer-soaked table, you feel like you can finally relax and enjoy your moment.

“Here, here!” Cerys cheers, clinking her glass against yours and McLaggen’s. She twists the ends of her long, black hair, looking at him. “I’m so sure I know you from somewhere. I recognise your face.”

“Probably from Hogwarts,” he suggests.

She laughs. “I’ll take that as a compliment. How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” he says.

“Both of you? You’re just babies! I would have been in my sixth year when you started. And no offense but I didn’t pay much attention to the ickle firsties.” She pauses, drinking thoughtfully.

“Does your family live around here?” You ask. “McLaggen, your house isn’t far from here, right?”

Cerys clicks her fingers in realisation.

“McLaggen! That’s it. Crickey, you’re the spitting image of your dad. He’s the Deputy Head of Magical Law Enforcement, right?”

“You know my dad?” McLaggen looks baffled.

“He works with my dad, Pius Thicknesse, you know him? I did a bit of work experience with them at the Ministry a few years ago.”

“Oh, right! Of course… yeah. How is he?” He asks tentatively.

She hesitates. “Always at work. Yours?”

McLaggen laughs a little awkwardly. “Yeah, he’s the same. Your dad is keeping him busy.”

Wow. So Cerys’s dad was McLaggen’s dad’s boss.

There’s a bit of a grim silence when neither of them says anything. You haven’t read a copy of the Daily Prophet all summer but you know from what McLaggen’s told you that everyone at the Ministry is under a lot of pressure in the wake of You-Know-Who’s return.

“God, it’s like half of Hogwarts is here,” you say, just to break the stony silence. There are a few faces from other houses and years that you sort of recognise from Hogwarts. You suppose it’s a small world when every witch and wizard in the country goes to the same school.

“Oh yeah, all the really old wizarding families live around here. Makes sense really, they all moved out to the country hundreds of years ago when the Muggles in London started multiplying.”

“Right, yeah…” You’re pretty sure that was a note of disdain in her voice. Normally, you’d question it but you’ve only just made the team. The last thing you want to do is make assumptions about your teammate and jeopardise your position before you’ve even picked up your uniform.

McLaggen senses it too. He gives your thigh a comforting squeeze under the table in acknowledgement. Silent reassurance that he not only heard it but understands your predicament.

“So, how long have you two been going out then?” Cerys asks.

You’re glad of another change of subject but you’re not sure when to start counting from.

“Since December,” says McLaggen, looking at you adoringly and not concerning Cerys with the finer on-and-off details. His warm smile and his hand on your leg make your stomach flip. 

“And you both live down here?”

“McLaggen does. I’m about to stay with his family for a couple of weeks until we decide where to live.”

She groans. “You’re so lucky. It’s so hard to find a boyfriend from a decent family these days.” Well. Now you know what she means by that. You’re wondering why you’ve flown under her radar as a Muggle-born. Your performance at trials? Your being here with McLaggen?

Before either of you can reply, Cerys excuses herself to the bathroom. As soon as she’s out of earshot you turn to McLaggen. “What the fuck?” you half-laugh, half-exhale in disbelief. 

He looks at her figure darkly as she disappears through the bathroom door. “I had a bad feeling as soon as she said who her dad was. You’ve heard of Amelia Bones, right?” he asks in a hushed voice.

The name sounds vaguely familiar. “Someone at the Ministry?”

“Amelia Bones was the Head of my dad’s department. But she was murdered - by You-Know-Who himself apparently.”

Your eyes widen. “Murdered?”

“And then everyone assumed Scrimgeour would put my dad in charge. But for some reason, he gave Thicknesse the job.” He shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink. “He and my dad are good friends… he must have had his reasons. But now Thicknesse is making everyone work on a ‘top secret’ piece of legislation.”

You frown. “How can legislation be top secret? Doesn’t it need to go through the Wizengamot? Anyone can turn up to watch those meetings.”

McLaggen shrugs. “None of it makes sense. I guess I’ll find out more when I start working there.” He puts down his pint glass glumly.

“You alright, McLaggen?”

“Yeah! Yeah, totally fine,” he says a bit too quickly, rearranging his face into a smile.

“Are you worried about your dad?”

“We’ll talk later. I don’t want to make things about me. Not when we’re celebrating.”

“Well, I think someone’s already put a bit of a dampener on that.” You give an edgy look at the ladies’ to make sure Cerys isn’t coming back. “Tell me. Please.”

He puts down his drink and takes both of your hands in his. “I am so incredibly, unbelievably proud of you. You know that, right?” You stare into his green eyes. He means it. “And seeing your dreams come true today makes me so happy. You’re so sure of what you want and so determined to get it - and today you did. But it also made me realise… I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“You mean working at the Ministry?”

“The more I find out about the office politics the less I want to work there.”

You twist your mouth, thinking about Amelia Bones. “It sounds really dangerous. I’m surprised your dad still wants you to join.”

“Yeah… I mean, I don’t think I’d be great at keeping secrets the way my dad does. Or working in an office with all those Ministry-types.”

“You’re starting to sound like my dad.” You allow yourself a small smirk but he doesn’t say anything, he just looks at your hands in his. “Cormac,” you add quietly. “You should take him up on his offer. It would mean you could at least lie low for a bit”

He lets out a tiny exhale of a laugh. “Yeah, right. My dad would kill me. He’d say it’d bring our whole family into shame if I ditched the Ministry to play a Muggle sport.”

“Well… you don’t need to tell him. Not right away,” you suggest. “Keep it vague - you could say you’re taking a gap year in Scotland. Hunting Nogtails or whatever it is you used to do with your Uncle Tiberius.”

McLaggen pauses, considering this. “Yeah… that might work.”

“We’ve still got a few weeks for you to decide.”

“What about us, though? I thought we were going to start looking at places to live near The Harpies’ training ground?”

“I’d move back to Scotland in a second. We could always get a flat, and connect it to the Floo Network so I can travel to Wales. I mean, we’d probably spend a fortune on Floo powder. But it would be worth it if we were both happy.”

He nods, looking considerably more cheerful than he had been a second ago. “Let’s talk about it back at mine. Here comes Cerys - we’ll make our excuses and get out of here after this drink.”

Cerys stops in the middle of the pub, talking to a tall, hulking boy with black hair who has his back to you.

“We might be in for a lucky escape,” you say. “Looks like her mate has finally arrived.”

Cerys waves brightly and starts walking over to your table. Her new companion turns around to follow her and with a sinking feeling, you recognise him. And from the way his eyes narrow when he spots you and McLaggen, he recognises you too.

Marcus Flint. He was the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team when you first started playing in your second year. He and your predecessor Rodger Davies hated each other with a passion. And for good reason. It was no secret that Marcus was highly selective when it came to the Slytherin team - only allowing purebloods to even try out whereas Davies was Muggle-born just like you. You frown, remembering how Flint would make a spectacle of wiping his hand on his robes after their Captain’s handshake. 

Cerys sits back down. Her new companion doesn’t follow suit.  “This is Marcus. Marcus this-”

“I didn’t expect to see you keeping company like this, Cerys,” Flint snorts.

She looks up from Marcus and back to the two of you, confused.

“You’re having drinks with an up-jumped daddy’s boy and a mudbl-”

“Careful,” McLaggen cuts across him warningly. “Say that word and we’re going to have a problem.”

“Careful?” laughs Flint. “You’re the one who should be careful, McLaggen.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“What is this?” asks Cerys, her nostrils flaring as she glares at you accusatorily. She looks at McLaggen. “Have you been confunded? Or maybe your dad just hasn’t told you.”

“Won’t be long til they’ve got them all rounded up, McLaggen. You should ditch her before they throw you in Azakaban too for being a blood traitor.”

Rounded up? Azkaban?

“I’m not going to tell you twice -” starts McLaggen, getting to his feet. You remember when you first started playing Quidditch you thought the then-sixth-year Flint was the biggest person you’d ever seen. But as McLaggen draws himself to his full height, you see the tiniest flicker of surprise in Flint’s eyes when McLaggen’s become level with his.

“Cormac, what’s going on?” you ask, panic making your heart pump wildly in your chest, all your senses telling you that something dangerous is about to happen.

“Nothing. It’s nonsense.”

“Didn’t you read this morning’s Prophet?” Flint sneers. “Times are changing. S’perfectly fine to call her what she is.” He takes a step towards McLaggen. “Mudblood.”

McLaggen takes a deep breath. “Flint, will you step outside, please?”

Marcus Flint sneers. “What? You gonna duel me, McLaggen?”

Absurdly McLaggen laughs. So loudly it attracts the attention of several other pub-goers. He looks at you as he laughs as if he simply can’t believe the punchline of a hilarious joke Flint has just told. 

He straightens his face. “No.” He turns back to face Flint and looks at him seriously. “I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”

Before Flint can even twitch his fingers for his wand, McLaggen punches him square in the face. The witches and wizards in the pub reel away from the commotion in panic. Cerys screams and Flint grabs McLaggen’s shoulders, dragging him out of the front doors onto the gravel path outside.

You abandon your bags and brooms, almost knocking the table over to push Cerys out of the way and get through the door before her. 

You burst outside in time to see Flint elbow McLaggen in the face as McLaggen drags him to the floor. They scramble on the ground, sending dust and pebbles flying. McLaggen gets up first, pushing down hard on Flint’s face against the gravel. Flint tries to lift himself up but McLaggen punches down, hitting him once, twice, three times. The sound of his fists make sickening, dull thuds as they sink into Flint’s face while he splutters on the ground raggedly.

You’d always joked you’d like to see McLaggen hit someone.

But this is brutal. 

“Cormac!” 

Your cry rips through the evening air, making McLaggen look up at you for a split second, his bloody fist raised above Flint’s head.

“Petrificus totalus!” screams a voice behind you.

You turn to see Cerys with her wand pointed at McLaggen. 

His body goes rigid and you barely have time to register her using such an unfair, underhanded tactic before Flint kicks out from under him, getting to his feet. Using all his might, he kicks McLaggen’s constricted body right in the stomach and you hear the distinct crack of ribs breaking.

A horror-stricken sob escapes your lips as Flint walks around to his head, and it’s like you see the scene before you unfolding in slow motion as Flint raises a foot, getting ready to stamp on McLaggen’s face.

You don’t have time to think. You just react.

“Impedimenta!” you cry, brandishing your wand and sending Flint flying backwards. Before Cerys can open her mouth again, you dive on top of McLaggen and extend your wand.

“Protego!”

The shield charm forms an invisible barrier between you and McLaggen’s frozen body, and Cerys and Flint who’s getting to his feet. Flint limps over towards you but you hold fast, concentrating on your shield charm with all your might - exactly how McLaggen showed you. 

“You dithgusting-” starts Flint but he stops, raising a hand to his mouth. Cerys looks at his face in shock. In the dim light coming from the pub windows, you can see that several of Flint’s front teeth are missing.

“Let’s go, Marcus,” she says, scowling at the two of you on the floor. “My father will hear about this.”

She links her arm through his and with a crack they disappear into the night.

With a shuddering gasp, you lower your wand and the shield charm breaks. You bring yourself to look at McLaggen. His eye is bloodshot and starting to bruise, and blood trickles from his nose into his mouth through parted lips.

“F-f-f-finite. Fuck! Finite incantatem,” you whisper shakily and he sits bolt upright, choking and coughing as your spell releases him from the body-bind curse. He pants, trying to catch his breath and spits out a significant amount of blood onto the dusty ground.

“Oh, Cormac,” you sob, looking at his broken nose and red welt on his eye.

“I’b alright…” he says thickly, pinching the bridge of his nose then thinking better of it with a wince.

“Do you want me to fix it?” you ask.

“Cab you?” he asks.

“You think I’ve never taken a bludger to the face?” You give his hand a soft squeeze and touch the tip of your wand to his nose. “Episkey.”

McLaggen scrunches up his face, feeling his nose resume its usual shape. 

“I’ve never done ribs before. I think you need Skele-Gro.”

Every time you blink your mind switches from Flint kicking McLaggen to McLaggen pummelling Flint’s bloody face. 

“I’m still handsome, right?” McLaggen’s voice snaps you out of it. You look seriously at his blood-strewn face, dripping down the front of his T-shirt. Flint came off worse, sure, but there’s no two ways about it - even in the moonlight you can see he’s taken a severe beating.

“Cormac, it’s not funny.”

You hear the noise of the pub revellers as the door opens and with a clatter and thud, the barmaid throws both of your brooms and rucksacks out onto the ground.

“Can you fly?” you ask, getting to your feet and extending a hand.

“I don’t think so.” He groans, accepting your hand and with a heave, you pull him up. McLaggen clutches his side and stumbles when he tries to put one foot in front of another. “It’s not far but we should probably just apparate.”

You quickly pick up all of your things and McLaggen shakes his head like a dog shaking water from his ears and nearly falls again.

“Christ, don’t do that Cormac. You might have a concussion.”

“I’m fine,” he insists. 

You put his arm around your shoulders, taking as much of his weight as you can manage. It’s not easy given his size. Then when he shuffles forward everything goes dark as the familiar feeling of all-consuming pressure encapsulates your bodies and you disapparate.

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You materialise outside a gate looking onto a sprawling lawn, spilling out in front of a historic country house a few miles deeper into the Surrey countryside. 

“Wow,” you look at your surroundings as the moon streaks down, casting a pearlescent glow over the gates. “How far is the walk to yours? Not that I’m complaining,” you add, feeling his weight on your shoulders.

McLaggen gives you a confused look and points his wand at the gate tentatively. “About thirty seconds?” 

Maybe he is concussed.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” You ask gently.

“I’m pretty confident I know where I live. Flint doesn’t have that good a right hook.” 

You almost drop your brooms. You knew McLaggen was well off but this can’t be where he lives. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“Yeah, it’s just there. Woah - are you okay?”

You feel your knees buckle and it’s not to do with your strength faltering under his weight - although it doesn’t help - his house is bigger than your entire block of flats.

“This is your house?”

His wand emits a soft golden glow and the gate unlocks. He tries to push it open but lets out a wince of pain and grips his side.

“Here, let me,” you say. McLaggen holds onto the wall so you can shove the wrought iron gate. When you jam it open, you hook his arm over your shoulder so you can help him through.

You feel a trickle of embarrassment creeping through your body as you half-carry him through the open gate and up the path towards the manor thinking about your parents' little flat. Your bedroom so small that your bed is pushed up against the wall. It makes you want to retreat to the safety of your own home.

Home. With your Muggle parents.

You have a million more questions about what Cerys and Flint meant but now isn’t the time. McLaggen is in no fit state to answer them. Instead, you concentrate on helping McLaggen up the old stone steps leading to a pair of giant oak front doors.

“My dad will probably still be at the Ministry but let me do the talking if my mum is still awake.” You help him push the heavy double doors open with difficulty. 

When you step inside and your eyes widen. Until now, the only place you’ve ever been before with an entrance hall like this is Hogwarts. This house is dark at this late hour but there’s enough light that your eyes can make out objects you’ve come to associate with the wizarding world.

There are moving portraits on the walls who peer out at you as you pass through the foyer. McLaggen’s family of times gone by - a few of them look aghast at his appearance as you half-carry him in. 

In the centre of the ceiling is a giant, levitating armillary sphere, depicting the constellations around the earth. Tiny glowing stars light up the bronze ball, casting speckles of light throughout the entryway.

“You’re home!” Comes Mrs McLaggen’s voice, her heeled slippers clicking on the grand wooden staircase as she comes downstairs wearing a beautiful satin robe. 

You feel McLaggen bracing himself for her reaction. 

“So? Can I assume we have a famous Quidditch player staying with us?” She asks. “What are you doing down there in the dark? Lumos,” she says and a dozen gas lamps light up the hall. 

She claps her hands to her chest when she reaches the bottom landing and lets out a whimper of shock when she sees you both.

“Mum, I can explain-“

“Cormac, darling, what on earth happened?!”

“We ran into some trouble. Just… let me get cleaned up before Dad comes home and sees.”

“Before I see what?” Comes a voice from upstairs. 

Uh-oh. You and McLaggen glance at each other before looking up to see Mr McLaggen leaning over the balcony. 

“What in the blazes have you two been doing, Cormac?” he sighs, coming downstairs. 

“It’s my fault - not hers. I got into a fight.”

“You’ve been duelling?”

“Not exactly.”

Mr McLaggen reaches the bottom of the stairs and gets a better look at McLaggen’s bloody appearance.

“Merlin’s beard - don’t tell me you were Muggle brawling. And for goodness sake, stop using your girlfriend like a coat rack. I thought we raised you to behave like a gentleman.”

“I can manage-“ you start but your slightly strained voice gives you away.

“I think I’ve broken something,” says McLaggen.

Mr McLaggen positions himself under McLaggen’s other arm and you’re relieved when he takes the brunt of the load as the two of you help Cormac to the end of the hall and into a large, opulent dining room while Mrs McLaggen busies herself with picking up your things and lighting the chandelier with her wand. Mr McLaggen pulls out a chair so Cormac can sit down gingerly. 

“I think he might need Skele-Gro. I’ve never mended ribs before,” you say. Mrs McLaggen puts your brooms, bags and wands on the dining room table before summoning some potions and fabric.

In the bright light of the room, you can see his lip is burst too. Mr McLaggen draws a chair in front of him while Mrs McLaggen dabs some potion on his face. Cormac winces when it stings his face, healing the skin almost immediately.

“Nose looks good. Did you fix that for him?” Mr McLaggen asks you and you nod, stunned silent by how awful he looks now you can see him properly. 

“Hold this on your eye, sweetheart.” Mrs McLaggen hands him a piece of potion-soaked fabric. 

“Did you win at least?” asks Mr McLaggen and Cormac hesitates.

“It was pretty even.” You answer for him. “I had to break it up with a shield charm.”

“That’s a tactful way of saying he lost,” says Mr McLaggen. “But at least one of you can use magic.”

This isn’t the reaction you’d expected at all. And judging by the confused look on Cormac’s face, he too had expected his dad to be furious.

“Cormac actually taught me how to do them this summer,” you admit. 

“Well, it’s lucky he did,” says Mrs McLaggen, wiping blood from his face. “What a dreadful mess. Who did this to you, Cormac?”

“Dad…” says McLaggen in a strangled voice, looking past his mother warily. “It’s really bad. I’m sorry. It was a fight with Cerys Thicknesse’s friend. And she was there too. She’s going to tell her dad.”

Mr McLaggen freezes. For a moment, you think someone might have hit him with a body bind curse. “Cerys…? You can’t be serious.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight. Her friend was someone we went to school with and he -” he hesitates.

“He called me a mudblood,” you finish for him. Mrs McLaggen lets out a shocked shudder but Mr McLaggen just clenches his jaw.

“Cormac,” he says seriously, glancing at you. “I need you to tell me exactly what happened.”

He still doesn’t sound angry - just worried.

McLaggen removes the piece of fabric from his eye to look at his dad properly.

“Dad, I’m... I know I’ve made things difficult for you at work- ”

“Tell me everything - it’s imperative that I know all the details.”

McLaggen launches into the story, explaining what happened at the pub while his parents listen intently. When he gets to the part about Flint calling you ‘mudblood’, Mr McLaggen’s knuckles turn white. You fill in the gaps where Cormac’s memory is slightly hazy and Mrs McLaggen looks faint when you tell them about Cerys putting him in a body bind curse so Flint could hit him unarmed.

“And then we apparated here,” McLaggen finishes eventually. “But I still don’t know what they meant about Azkaban.”

“That’s where I come in,” says Mr McLaggen, taking off his glasses to clean them with a handkerchief from his pyjama pocket. “I’ve been trying my damndest for months to prevent something called the ‘Muggle-born Registration Commission’ coming to pass. You might have read in the Prophet this morning that it’s all but confirmed. And Rufus Scrimgeour didn’t come to work today. I fear the worst - it’s only a matter of time until they announce the Ministry has fallen.”

“Fallen? Dad, you mean-“

“Scrimgeour is either missing or dead. But the outcome will be the same.”

He says it matter-of-factly but you can see the pain in his green eyes, so strikingly similar to his son’s when he puts his glasses back on. They were good friends. Such good friends they spent Christmas together. And now he was gone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Your father came home from work early to tell you. And when the two of you didn’t come back right away from tryouts, we assumed it had gone well and you’d be down the road at the pub,” says Mrs McLaggen. “We wanted to let you both have one last day of…” she trails off. You understand. Those precious couple of hours when all your dreams had come true were almost perfect. They wanted you to have that moment. 

“And the Muggle-born registration commission?” asks McLaggen, extending his hand to take yours and gripping it tightly. “What does it mean?”

“All Muggle-borns will soon be asked to register officially with the Ministry so the source of their magic can be investigated.” 

“The source?” Your face screws up in confusion.

“Unless you can prove that you have at least one close wizarding relative, the commission deems that you must have obtained your magical power illegally and you’ll be put on trial. But these will be sham trials - any Muggle-borns who present themselves will be arrested.” 

“Well, we’ll just say you’re my sister or something,” says McLaggen defiantly.

“Cormac, there’s no way- ” you start but Mr McLaggen beats you to it.

“You and I both know that everyone at the Ministry knows our family. And therein lies our problem with your altercation with Cerys,” Mr McLaggen looks at you. “I had made sure your name was erased from the record of recent Hogwarts graduates. But if Cerys knows, I’m sure she’ll make sure her dad adds your name to the list again.”

Mr McLaggen had erased your name. Now you understand why he couldn’t look you in the eyes when you met - he was putting his career and his entire family at risk to keep you safe. Your heart sinks realising that it was all for nought. McLaggen groans and rests his head in his hands. “Shit.”

Mrs McLaggen makes a disapproving noise at his language but she touches his shoulder gently.

“It’s not your fault, Cormac,” you say. “Flint knew I was Muggle-born.”

“Realistically, it was only a matter of time,” says Mr McLaggen. “But I thought you’d be safe here for a while. Now we’ll need to move swiftly and carefully so as not to draw attention to ourselves.”

“Dad, can’t you stop it from the inside? When I start working at the Ministry we could do it together,” says McLaggen bracingly, trying to sit upright in his chair. 

“I’ve tried to do everything I can to stop it already. And with Scrimgeour gone, we need to be seen to be cooperating. I have a feeling Dolores Umbridge will be keeping a close eye on me after your involvement with Dumbledore’s Army last year. She knows I have a son who’s sympathetic to the resistance.”

Cormac groans again. Between his actions and your presence, the two of you have put McLaggen’s family at risk.

“I should go,” you decide out loud. “You heard Flint, Cormac. It’s not safe for any of you if I’m staying here.”

The three of them protest immediately but Mr McLaggen protests the loudest and everyone turns to listen to him.

“No. The two of you can go to your Uncle Tiberius’s first thing tomorrow. When things settle, we’ll join you. But who knows how long that will take.”

“I need to be with my parents.”

“They’re only in danger if you’re with them. The Ministry doesn’t care about Muggles who have produced magical children - only the witches and wizards themselves,” says Mr McLaggen solemnly. “The best thing you can do to protect them is to keep your distance, write to them and pretend everything is as it should be.”

You feel your eyes welling up. Being brave doesn’t come easily to you the way it seems to come to Cormac and his family, so you shut your eyes and nod solemnly, hoping to stave off the tears.

Just this afternoon you were about the join the Holyhead Harpies. Now you’re going into hiding. You were going to move to Scotland near your parents. Now you’re not sure when you’ll see them again.

“How about I make us some tea?” asks Mrs McLaggen. “And then we can all get some rest.”

McLaggen nods resignedly and Mrs McLaggen conjures a teapot from thin air. You watch numbly as the teapot busies itself, filling three china teacups with the hot liquid before one of the cups slides in front of you.  

“Something stronger than tea for you, darling,” says Mrs McLaggen, conjuring two small cups and pouring Skele-Gro into one. “And something to help you sleep through the pain.” She pours a purple potion that you recognise as a sleeping draught in the other cup. McLaggen drinks the Skele-Gro with a grimace and goes to pick up the other cup.

“Not here. I’m not carrying you unconscious upstairs, you great lump,” Mr McLaggen admonishes.

“Oh, right. Yeah,” says McLaggen sheepishly.

As you drink your steaming hot cup of tea McLaggen screws his face up.

“You alright, McLaggen?”

“Yeah, it’s just the Skele-Gro. It’s definitely kicking in.”

He eventually manages to stand up and Mrs McLaggen tells you pointedly that the guest bedroom is next door to Cormac’s room. The two of you bid his parents goodnight before slowly making your way upstairs as McLaggen grips onto the bannister and you carry the small cup of sleeping draught carefully.

“This is my room.” He nods at the door and you open it, letting him in.

There’s no need for a bed to be pushed up against the wall for space in here. His four-poster sits in front of an airy bay window overlooking the vast moonlit grounds outside. With a pained exhale he sits on the edge of the bed.

“This is adorable,” you say, picking up a framed photo of a children’s Quidditch team on his bedside table. “Which one are you?”

“Wait for it,” he sighs. A small boy on a broom cuts through the group and the rest of the team scatters.

“That makes more sense,” you giggle, watching an eight-year-old McLaggen causing chaos. “It’s very cute.”

He shakes his head. “I had meant to tidy that away before you came to visit.”

“I used to think you were tough, McLaggen. This is much better,” you say, replacing the picture on the table.

“I’ve been in a pub fight today. I think that’s pretty tough.”

You sit beside him on the bed and look at his blood-stained t-shirt.

“I’ll help you get this off.” He winces as you help him take it off over his head. You help him undress and arrange his pillows so he can lie back comfortably.

“I’d hoped you’d be taking my clothes off in here under different circumstances,” he says, a little weakly. And despite his injuries, he still manages to give you an arrogant smile that makes you melt.

“Well, I still get to enjoy the view,” you shoot back with a grin as you pull the feather-down duvet over him.

“Sleep in here tonight.” He grips your hand as you smooth out the quilt and those green eyes look at you beseechingly.

“Your parents have been so good to me - I need to respect their wishes. But I’ll stay here til you fall asleep,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. He leans into your touch when you stroke his face. His stubbly chin somehow feels as comforting against your palm as your own touch reassures him. “Drink up.” You pass him the sleeping draught.

He does so and you trace your thumb over his healed lip, wiping away the purple liquid.

“Still handsome. Your dad was right - I did do a good job with your nose.”

He exhales softly and you see his eyelids getting heavier.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” he says sleepily.

You’re not annoyed at him. It would be hypocritical of you to criticise him for being hot-headed and getting into a fight. You’d have done the same in his position. And yes, it was awful - you’ve never been so scared. But McLaggen would go to the ends of the earth for you. And you for him.

“Don’t be sorry. You were standing up for me.”

“Not that -“ He stifles a yawn. “I’m sorry… that you have to… go into hiding.”

You’re trying not to think about your dreams of playing for the Holyhead Harpies shattering into a million pieces. 

“I’m just glad we’re together.”

You look sadly at the photo of the little quidditch team. McLaggen zooms in and out of frame in his yellow robes.

“You never told me you were a Wimbourne Wasps fan.”

When he doesn’t reply you look back to see he’s fast asleep - dead to the world. You kiss him on the head and inhale deeply. The beautiful, comforting smell of amber and jasmine calms all of your senses. Everything has gone wrong. But it’ll all be alright in the end.

Just then an urgent clanging sound rings, echoing through the vast hallway outside. You hear Mr and Mrs McLaggen running into the hallway downstairs, their voices raised in panic but Cormac doesn’t even stir.

You wrench your wand from your pocket and leap off the bed and out of the door. When you look over the bannister, you see the giant armillary sphere spinning wildly, the glowing stars burning red.

“The gate?” Mrs McLaggen asks her husband, colour draining from her face.

“Oh no,” you whimper and they look up at you.

You were so encumbered helping Cormac and carrying your belongings that you didn’t shut the enchanted gate behind you. And you can tell by their panic that the gate had some sort of protective enchantment.

Mr McLaggen grabs his wife’s shoulders “I’m sorry.”

He spins around and points his wand at you.

“Expelliarmus!” 

Your wand flies from your hand before you even realise what’s happening. Mrs McLaggen shrieks and backs into the wall in terror, away from her husband.

“Gregor!” calls a voice from the front doors. “I’ve received word you’re harbouring a Muggleborn.” A man with long black hair and a pointed silver beard storms through the entryway, accompanied by two others who you assume to be Aurors.

“She’s upstairs, Thicknesse. We’ve got her!” Mr McLaggen calls back.

Fuck.

Chapter 12: Cold, Hard Facts

#cormac mclaggen x female reader #cormac mclaggen #cormac mclaggen x reader #ravenclaw #ravenclaw fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter and the half blood prince #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #freddie stroma

[bryleeoz]

OZYMANDIAS ~ NEW ERA

ROOK INTRODUCTION LORE DUMP POST!!

Hello delta-runers!!

I've never used tumblr in my life and I feel like a bumbling old man but I need to connect to my audience SOMEHOW, so from now on I will be secreting my DELTARUNE Chapter 3 content onto this account for more frequent and accessible updates!

Now you may have heard of OZYMANDIAS from this little video here...

WELL THIS VIDEO STINKS! AND I HATE IT!!

IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT... DON'T WATCH IT!!

A Version 2 has been in the works for a while and should be dropping soon... and that version will be the one to represent my vision for the project going forward! (get it? vision like pissin crew)

anyways, though I wanted to wait for V2s release before doing this, there's no point in stalling this any further... so from now on I will be doing character introduction posts here on this account! giving insight and details about the chapter's cast and crew!!

And really... who better to start with then the one... the only...

ROOOOKKKKK!!!!

GIVE IT UP FOR ROOK EVERYBODY!!! WOOOOOHHHH!!!!

Well let's get fucking CRACKING shall we...!

Rook is Tennavision's MVP. One of HOMEWORLD's most renowned figures famous for excelling and being the best at everything. Gifted with an inhuman amount of strength, he surpasses any and all darkners in sheer power alone and arrogantly flaunts it at any opportunity, he is better than you and he knows it.

Being the TROPHY IN ASRIELS ROOM Rook is the utter embodiment of living in one's shadow, the constant praise asriel gets all over Hometown, and the effect its had on Kris, personified into one big boisterous bird!

Having so many accolades and achievements Rooks ego is unimaginably large, he's seflish and self centered only ever having his best interest in mind, but what's more, being constantly covered in praise for his whole life just the concept of someone being on the same level, let alone SURPASSING him... isn't even comprehensible in his mind.

So when the Fun Gang arrive and proceed to complete HOMEWORLD's famous unbeatable gameshow... CHANNEL CHASERS. Winning the love, fame, and affection of all of homeworld...

Well, it's bound to cause a stur..

*Curtains dramatically close

...

OOHHH THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!! BRAVO!!!! I LOVE ROOK!!!!!

Apologies for the extremely long post, future introduction posts will be way more short and concise but I hope this one was at least fun to read :]

Anyways, see yall in like 5 years lol!!

#Youtube #deltarune #deltarune chapter 3

[hel-the-growl]

Nezha Reborn annotations - Part 3

Part 1｜Part 2

Who is Cai Yun? Monkey explains that she is a disciple of the demoness Shiji. 3000 years ago, 7-year-old Nezha accidentally shot and killed Shiji’s gatekeeper and Caiyun’s sister - Biyun - while playing with the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan’s Qiankun bow from 1000 miles away. Seeking revenge, Shiji overpowered Nezha before being killed by Nezha’s master Taiyi Zhenren. After her death, she was canonized at the Investiture Altar as Yue Youxingjun (月遊星君 "Star of Moon Voyage"). Apparently Caiyun has held onto that grudge since that day.

Chentang Pass was Nezha’s birthplace and the residence of Nezha’s family. Two treasures - the Qiankun bow and Three Sky-shaking Arrows that the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan used to kill his rival Chiyou (the Yan Emperor) - were kept there.

The most epic scene.

“But you’re Sun Wukong, the Great Sage who wreaked havoc in heaven”.

It was right here where Wukong obtained his magic staff, Ruyi Jingu Bang. Roughly 2000 years ago, it was sitting in the crystal palace as a piece of scrap metal. Wukong came here to seek the dragon king for a weapon. After none of the celestial weapons satisfied him, the dragon king’s wife suggested that if Wukong could lift the 13500-catty (6.75 tonne) Ruyi Jingu Bang, then it would be his. Not only was Wukong able to pick it up with ease, he could also make it grow and shrink to his command.

The REAL dragon ball.

When Yunxiang tugged on the Ribbon, the earth shook. It is a reference to an incident in IOTG: After taking a dip in a stream, Nezha was drying himself with the Sky Ribbon. Unbeknownst it him, it caused the ground beneath to shake violently each time it touched the water’s surface.

Ao Guang digging into Yunxiang’s guts is also a reference to how Nezha once broke his own bones, slit his belly and gouged out his intestines to appease the dragon king. 

If she’s a doctor, her first instinct should be chest compressions right???

The ribbon encasing Yunxiang like the lotus symbolizing Nezha's rebirth. The visual metaphor is incredible.

These four large triangular flags are nearly always an integral part of Peking opera, used to adorn the performers’ backs. They have their roots in the small flags Chinese generals would use to signal their subordinates. Journey to the West also has its own peking opera play.

Mid credits scene:

The mink is Mo Lishou’s familiar. The other items in the room are Mo Lihai’s pipa, Mo Lihong’s havoc umbrella. Nezha’s wind and fire wheels sit inside the box.

Names from IOTG’s list of gods swirling around the cauldron include Shiji (石矶娘娘), Shentu (神荼), Shen Gongbao (申公豹), Fang Bi (方弼), Jinling Shengmu (金灵圣母), Bo Yikao (伯邑考), Zhao Gongming (赵公明), Li Gen (李艮), Chong Houhu (崇侯虎), Chong Heihu (崇黑虎), Mo Liqing (魔禮青), Mo Lihai (魔禮海), Huang Tianhua (黄天化), Ao Bing etc...

Finally ending in the words “Investiture of the Gods”

Post credits scene:

This is a teaser for the second New Gods instalment - New Gods: Yang Jian.

As Yunxiang rides his motorbike down the street, he is stopped by a white dog. The dog is Xiaotian, and her owner is the formidable three-eyed god, Yang Jian.

Although Yang Jian doesn't end up in Donghai in that movie (yet), Light Chaser did tease an eventual crossover on their youtube channel.

Stay tuned for New Gods: Yang Jian!

Part 1｜Part 2 | New Gods: Yang Jian breakdown

#new gods: nezha reborn #new gods #nezha reborn #nezha #新神榜 #新神榜：哪吒重生 #哪吒重生 #哪吒 #jttw #check out my yang jian breakdown #the reason i started dissecting nezha in the first place was because of yang jian #that one took forever to write

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 24/04/2024

Guardian of the Ride Chasers

Season 4 Episode 1 No Album Release (Read More)

Ripper Unknown

I really don't know what it is, but I woke up earlier this week with Black Parade (MMX Remix) specifically stuck in my head. I guess that's a disadvantage to running this blog - in writing, I tend to listen to the rip in question on repeat to get a good feel of the tone I want to go for, and in the process get tunes stuck in my head (Raft Ride, for instance, has still not left my innermost thoughts ever since The Incident.) But althesame, getting a Mega Man X arrangement rip stuck in my head got me fervently looking for more like it - because really, I think it was just my brain's way of telling me that it misses listening to Mega Man X music. It was through this that I wound up stumbling onto something big, a rip I'd entirely forgotten about and one that's STILL lacking a ripper credit even five years later - Guardian of the Ride Chasers, with no attachment to its origin or its ripper, fucking OWNS.

Mega Man X2 has a pretty different sound to the original Mega Man X in a way that's controversial in a lot of ways, yet the ripper has leveraged those differences to absolutely incredible lengths here. You can TELL that the guitar samples used are different, in some's eyes "whinier" - yet they lend themselves to the dramatic flair of the arranged track ever so well. So then...what is that arranged track? Funny enough, it's a source of music I was only made aware of through a SiIvaGunner project later in the same season - Guardian of the Former Sea, or the theme of the Desert Scourge boss, from the Terraria Calamity Mod. The game is as far away from my area of knowledge as you could come - I've hardly ever even touched the BASEGAME Terraria - but its legendary composer, DM DOKURO, was a name I got very familiar with entirely thanks to SiIvaGunner. Remember the King for Another Day Tournament? Yeah - amidst many other guest arrangers, DM DOKURO lent his incredible skills to a bevvy of arrangements for the event, including one I've covered on here before - September!

And like, that was how I was initially introduced to the Terraria Calamity mod as a whole! I've talked numerous times about how following SiIvaGunner has given me exposure to so many things I wouldn't have checked out otherwise, be it with Aphex Twin Snakes, Plantasia 2, Owner of a Mahjong Board or countless more, but its an entirely new level of cool to discover a composer through their guest contributions on the channel. As I mentioned before, Guardian of the Ride Chasers was already bound to work for me as someone hopelessly attached to the specific sound of the SNES Mega Man X games, but the rip only works as WELL as it does due to DM DOKURO's incredible work with the original track. I love how Mega Man X2's more varied sound in particular compared to the former and latter game resulted in the track being adapted pretty differently, in particular using the particular plink-plonk sounds from Bubble Crab's theme for a lot of the track to give the rip some really nice texture. It can be easy for a banger melody to be lost amidst samey instrumentation, a lot of lower-quality "but in the (blank) soundfont" have shown me just how bad it can really get - but the ripper went above and beyond in making the entire track sound absolutely brilliant in the conversion here.

All in all, Guardian of the Ride Chasers was a two-for-one kind of rip - both being an incredibly cool rip to listen to in its own right, and helping spread DM DOKURO's exceptional work outside of his target audience. Hopefully in making this post, you as the readers will now ALSO be reminded to go check out the other music from the Terraria Calamity Mod, or the other stuff by DM DOKURO in general - this rip is truly only scratching the surface.

#todays siivagunner #season 4 episode 1 #siivagunner #siiva #tentative rip name #ripper unknown #DM DOKURO #terraria #terraria calamity #terraria mod #terraria music #mega man #mega man x #mega man x music #mega man x2 #mmx #mmx zero #mega man x zero #mega man zero #mmz

[simply-whump]

Whump Lists & Gifs

Here are all the Whump Lists and Gifs I made. Don't hesitate to recommend me whumpy asian dramas ! I also take requests for lists and gifs (ask or DM).

GIFS LIBRARY >>> [ LINK ]

LISTS LIBRARY :

GENRES : Historical 👘 / Republican Era 🎩 / Modern 👔 / Military 🎖 / Investigation🚨 / Youth 🎓 / Sport ⚽️ / Action 💥 / Family 🏠 / Medical 🩺 / Rescue 🧯/ Supernatural ✨

My Favorites are in Bold - [ Total Lists made : 89 ]

Chinese Dramas :

A Date With the Future 🧯

A League of Nobleman 👘/🚨

Ashes of Love 👘 /✨

Bright Eyes in the Dark 🧯

Dear Parents 🏠/🎓

Eternal Brotherhood 👘 /💥

Falling into you ⚽️ /🎓

Fireworks of My Heart 🧯/🩺

Forever Love 👔/💥

Glory of Special Forces 🎖/💥

Hard to Find 👘/💥

Hidden Love 🎓/👔

I Cannot Hug You 👔

In Blossom 👘

Legend of Shen li 👘/✨

Light Chaser Rescue 🧯

Lighter & Princess 👔

Live Surgery Room 🩺

Love Between Fairy and Devil 👘/✨

Love Like the Galaxy 👘/💥

Love Me, Love My Voice 👔

Love You Seven Times 👘/✨

Maiden Holmes 👘/🚨

Maid's Revenge 🎩

My Calorie Boy 🎓

My Journey to You 👘/💥

My Lethal Man 👔

My Roommate is a Detective 🎩/🚨

Mysterious Lotus Casebook 👘/🚨

Mystery of the Abyss [Movie] 💥/✨

New Life Begins 👘

No Boundary Season 1 - S2 👘/✨

Road Home 👔/🧯

Romance of a Twin Flower 👘/💥

Royal Rumours 👘

Stand by Me 🎩

The Blood of Youth 👘/💥

The Eternal Love Season 1 - S2 - S3 👘/✨

The Girl Who Sees Smells 👔

The Love You Give Me 👔

The Rebel Princess 👘

The Silent Criminal 👘/💥

The Starry Love 👘/✨

The Yin-Yang Master [Movie] 💥/✨

Thousand Years for You 🎩 /✨

Unchained Love 👘/💥

Well-Intended Love 👔

Who Rules The World 👘/💥

Wonderland of Love 👘/💥

Wulin Heroes 👘

Korean Dramas :

Bad Thief, Good Thief 🚨/🏠

Cheer Up 🎓

Delivery Man 🚨/✨

Destined with You 👔/✨

Dr. Romantic Season 2 - S3 🩺

Gyeongseong Creature 💥/✨

King the Land 👔

Love Tractor 👔

Missing : The Other Side Season 1 - S2 🚨/✨

Moving 💥/✨

My Country: The New Age 👘/💥

My Lovely Boxer ⚽️

My Lovely Liar 👔/✨

Our Blooming Youth 👘

Perfect Marriage Revenge 👔/✨

Secret Reunion [Movie] 🚨/💥

See You in My 19th Life 👔/✨

Sh**ting Stars 👔

Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 🎩 /✨

The First Responders 🚨/🧯

The Forbidden Marriage 👘

The Heavenly Idol 👔/✨

The Secret Romantic Guesthouse 👘/💥

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract 👔/✨

The Uncanny Counter 2 💥/✨

Twinkling Watermelon 🎓/✨

Weak Hero Class 1 🎓/💥

Japanese Dramas :

High & Low Series 💥

Kei×Yaku: Abunai Aibou 🚨

Miman Keisatsu: Midnight Runner 🚨/💥

Thai Dramas :

Chains of Heart 💥

Naughty Babe 👔

Pit Babe ✨

The Sign 💥/✨

Btw, I also have a youtube channel where I do some asian dramas montages. It is not whump related but if you want to check it out it's here >> LINK

#whump #whump list #whump master list #asian whump #cdrama #kdrama #jdrama #masterpost

[darkesttimelinesblog]

My favorite fairly oddparents episodes!:

1. Wishology! 2. The boy who would be queen 3. Channel chasers 4. A wish too far! 5. the secret origin of Denzel Crocker! 6. emotion Commotion! 7. Abra-catastrophe! 8. Information stupor highway 9. Meet the oddparents! 10. Apartnership! 11. School’s out! The musical 12. That old black magic 13. Father Time! 14. Shiny Teeth 15. Chip off the old Chip

#the fairly oddparents #timmy turner #cosmo cosma #wanda fairywinkle cosma #cosmo and wanda #trixie tang #fop #denzel crocker #anti cosmo #anti Wanda #timxie

[angel-ponders]

Twister vs. Real Tornados: Part 3

<< Part 1 | Part 2

The Final F5 vs. the El Reno Tornado and the Jarrell Tornado

The final tornado of the film is the infamous F5, which is the highest you can go on the Fujita Scale. It ends up being a mile-wide wedge tornado, traveling across open fields and destroying mostly farming structures and very few homes.

Our protagonists approach the storm in what’s called a “core punch.” It’s an incredibly dangerous maneuver as you have to travel through the rainy (and often hailing) section of the storm to get to the a more favorable side of the tornado. This is especially dangerous if the tornado is rain-wrapped, which means it’s not very visible through the rain, but this move can be dicey in any tornadic storm.

The F5’s unexpected turn catches the seasoned storm chasers off guard, resulting in the death of a few of them and injuries to several others. Storm chaser deaths are actually quite rare, and when the film was initially released in 1996, no storm chasers had ever been killed while on the job. That has unfortunately changed since then, but it’s still an incredibly rare occurrence.

The El Reno 2013 Tornado

At 2.6 miles wide, the El Reno tornado is the widest tornado on record. The storm began in the rural area south of the town El Reno, Oklahoma, quickly growing in intensity as it moved across the land. Like its fictional counterpart, it changed directions so fast that many storm chasers were taken by surprise.

This video is from the Weather Channel’s Mike Bette, who was core punching it when it turned into them. The vehicle flipped over multiple times, but he and his his crew survived with relatively mild injuries.

This tornado also unfortunately claimed the lives of three storm chasers, making it the first time any storm chasers died while on the job. This happened 17 years after the deaths of chasers in the film Twister, so it’s truly a rare situation.

Unlike the storm chasers in Twister, however, the three men who lost their lives were widely respected in the chasing community. Tim Samaras was a fairly safe chaser, and often made appearances on the Discover Channels show Storm Chaser. At the time of El Reno, he was contributing to National Geographic. He had his son, Paul, with him on this trip, as well as meteorologist Carl Young.

The following footage was submitted to National Geographic in the week leading up to El Reno. None of the footage from the TWISTEX team of El Reno has ever been released (if it exists). Another storm chaser, Dan Robinson, was ahead of them on the highway when the tornado overtook them. He caught the incident with his rear-facing camera, but out of respect for the families, it also hasn’t been released.

The three men were part of the TWISTEX project, which, like the chasers in Twister, had the ultimate goal of understanding tornadoes better and increasing lead time for the warning system. Also like the film, this required getting in front of the tornado and releasing probes, which would take measurements of the storm.

Despite its enormous size and notable deaths, the El Reno tornado is only rated an EF3. This issue is hotly debated in the tornado community because the Enhanced Fujita Scale (see more in Part 1) largely categorized tornadoes based on damage analysis. As El Reno was mostly over open fields, there wasn’t much damage to analyze.

I’m sort of hyper focused on this tornado, so I have a 2-hour playlist featuring first-hand video of most of the major incidents during the event, as well as analysis and mapping of it. If you have two hours to spare, here’s my El Reno playlist. But hopefully I’ve summarized the main points for those of you with less time.

Jarrell, TX 1997 Tornado

While the El Reno tornado happened mostly over open fields, the Jarrell tornado impacted a residential neighborhood. I already briefly mentioned this one in Part 1 due to its unique path (northeast to southwest), but it’s also notable for just how slow it was. It rolled into the Double Creek subdivision of Jarrell and stalled.

It churned over the community for several minutes until there was nothing left. Concrete slabs sat where homes once were, trees had been stripped of bark, and the ground was scoured to a depth of 18 inches. The tornado claimed 27 lives.

As this tornado occurred prior to the change to the Enhanced Fujita Scale, it has a solid F5 rating. It had become one of the most definitive F5’s in history. It occurred just one year after the film Twister.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

#Youtube #twister #tornadoes #el Reno #Jarrell

[verriand]

Mini thought;

I will sometimes, once a half year play OSRS again for a bit. I played it when I was a child 20 years ago when it came out and it was my first "real" mmo that the family PC could handle without 13 bucks a month costs.

While you could change your gender in-game since like 2004, it only became a problem to the player base in recent years. Jagex, the company behind Runescape, will do Pride events. These events are optional and can be wildly ignored by players.

Player don't ignore it though, they put on full white robes and start protesting in the capital cities. The most famous saying being "We pay, no gay".

Meaning, "we pay a monthly fee to play this game and as such, we should be allowed to dictate that all LGBTQ+ should not be welcome here"

Warning for the language maybe, but hey, this is how it is, this is how they talk.

Staff has gone on record to say that the hundreds of accounts that do this, are not regular players. Which is amazing to me, rather then looking at your own player base and realizing something over the course of like 15 years, it's easier to say that hundreds of people who don't play this game, make an account, finish like 40 quests, get to level 70, get membership for 10 bucks a month to even get the robes, and then protest in a city for 1 day saying the most heinous shit.

I'm just lost on who has the motivation and is willing to both spend the money and grind skills in RS of all places, just to have a mini platform to be a cunt. From all the horrible things I see people say in the game every time I log in and from the past, I'm very hard to convince that the calls are coming from outside the house, ya know?

I spend time in Clan Chat channels. I hop around, talk to people while playing the medieval fantasy cookie clicker. You very often see very homophobic sentiments being thrown around. Every one is always waiting to rant about the "letter maffia" and all that shit. Recently I was in a chat channel that was quiet for a bit. Just 2 guys talking about some of their health problems. Some one runs in and start saying junk like "Cant stand the lgbtipjsertijegrwnpjige3" I give a 2 word reply of "calm down" we're met with him keymashing for a while. at the end, asking if he missed any freaks? The multiple people that weave in and out of chat stay silent and I shrug and leave the channel.

This is honestly, normal in OSRS, the player base is mostly people who used to play it when they were 10. The problem is that it seems the majority of their brains have also stagnated at that age.

For a game that meant so much to me as an MMO experience combined with the Runescape Forums I was on, it always hard to see that the majority of players are such cunts and are biting their teeth just for the opportunity to vomit their dumb-shit hate.

I just find it sad. Because it brings me to the next piece, group advertisements in MMO's and other games.

Joining random groups can be fine, but you always find someone somewhere who needs to regurgitate FOX news somehow. But, when we search for LGBTQ+ friendly groups, we still have to gamble.

I've joined a few of these clans/groups here and there. The majority of the crowd seems fine and is having fun hanging out and not getting suicide stats thrown at them for just being in the chat.

But then there's always group leads who are a little strange on the edges. Sometimes it's just a young person figuring themselves out and is just watching people more comfy in their expression to hopefully learn and get confidence, sure. I've had that. The silent guy on the side wasen't seething at us just being. He's trying to learn from us.

But, it also happens that the whole group is just a Chaser operation set-up for the leader. I've landed and departed from a few FF14 Free Companies (Player run Guilds) that claimed to be inclusive. Again, the crowd was fine, we're all being led here by the same premise. The sign says welcome and so, I'm gonna feel welcomed.

It was the very caring leader that would often PM you to see what was up. It looks caring, it looks like this person was looking out for you.

But the tone will change.

"We've become so connected together, haven't we? After me talking to you for a month, we're pretty close right? I've ranted a little and shown some weakness as you did to you. We're just so connected. I wanna see you."

The tone really changes when you find out only certain people get these messages. Sometimes you're a little forthcoming about yourself and maybe people find out that you're trans. Again, the crowd is innocent, they just want to hang with similar people and support eachother.

But now the Clan lead is PM'ing you daily.

I dunno, I just hate it online. I liked the internet more when these cunts were contained in their imageboards and shooter game lobbies that they thought to be the entire internet.

Now my cozy corners of the web have been destroyed and I'm forced unto the same platform as people who want to see me dead because of drooling conservative rhetoric or christian brainworm bullshit.

#OSRS #runescape #fuck off #shut the fuck up #“those” RS players DNI

[golbrocklovely]

Twitter is trying to cancel SnC yet again I see.

If I were SnC I would literally just delete all my twitter profiles except for their channels twitter which I'd then use ONLY for promoting when new videos drop. Just so the twitter fans can learn that they aren't as important as they seem to think they are because those boys are nearly at 12 million subscribers on youtube, twitter is but a mere handful of that subscriber count so it really wouldn't matter if they all decided to stop watching.

(plus the video they're all angry at is actually performing very well, it's already at 2M views on just day 2 of releasing. This suggests a lot of the fandom may not share twitters opinions...)

i don't see snc deleting their twitters, but i do see them continuing to not use them and just letting them sit dormant bc that side of the fandom is too dramatic.

i've said my peace on this 100 times over, but i don't mind saying it again bc it keeps happening and no one over there is getting it lol

not that i'm telling them either since most of them i have blocked or they have me blocked lmao

that side of the fandom has cried wolf one too many times and now expects snc to still listen to them. and look, back in 2020/21, maybe that would have happened. bc twitter held a lot more stock back then. but not anymore. they thought they could call out snc for every little thing and expect them to always listen and for all of the fandom to agree. and reality is that just won't fly anymore.

were there genuine reasons to call them out before in the past (and even now)? sure. i'm not here to argue that. but what i am saying is once everyone jumped over the line in the sand and started getting mean and calling them out for nonsense things, idk what you expected to happen.

it's one thing to complain about content and what's going on in it or that it's taking too long to get new content out. it's another thing to bitch about their gfs and say they shouldn't date them, or in general to bring up personal shit.

where our input starts and ends is content related, and that's it. anyone that thinks they have a say in what snc do in their own personal lives are delulu. it doesn't matter if you believe you have their best interest in mind, your input is unwanted. that's just reality.

also i think a lot of ppl on twitter think they speak for everyone in the fandom but they fail to realize that this fandom has 12 mil ppl in it (roughly). even if one of the louder fans on there has a 1000 followers, that's not even 1% of the entire fandom. that's not even .01%. that's how little the amount of ppl you speak for.

my thing is, all of this complaining and drama started in january, around colby's bday, when the pics of them with the girls leaked. and since then, this fandom and that side in particular hasn't shut up since. and look, obviously not everything is about the girls and not everyone is even complaining about the girls. i'm not trying to cast wide nets here and assume. but… be honest: yall have been complaining for WEEKS about a variety of things, ranging from them having gfs that might be clout chasers to snc not talking about a genocide, and somehow…….. i'm supposed to take any of that seriously??? snc are supposed to take that seriously??? those are two VERY different things, no?

but hey, you wanna be upset at snc for whatever reason, be my guest. i'm not here to stop you. do whatever you want. but at what point do you just accept that snc aren't gonna meet your demands and thus your only option is to leave?? just curious. and are you okay with the fact that just bc you leave doesn't mean anyone is gonna miss you, including snc? harsh reality is snc don't know who you are, and that's not bc you don't deserve to be known - they just realistically don't know you, and you leaving isn't gonna do anything.

but if you aren't enjoying your time here, leave. it's better in the long run to pay attention to something that actually brings you happiness rather than stick around and be miserable.

#ask #personal #snc bs

[smirked-with-triumph]

The hot potato with the blue suit and smoke!! If its actually Mr. Turner then he is so fine, Your art makes me want to devour him in whole!! Aaahhhhjhbvh?!?

absolutely devastated Nickelodeon is never gona acknowledge him in any capacity ever since the end of Oh yeah!Cartoons (for me the last chance to do it in a tasteful way was 2 times in fact, in Channel Chasers and or in Mice Capades where they all became tom and jerries), at most it's butch hartman showing some production art or giving a passing mention of him when he reminisces about working on the pilot💔his appearances were so brief i can post my fav moments of him here (but i ask to search up fairly oddparents Party of Three first if you dont want spoilers, its the best one!)

#its not everyday theres an anon showing excellent taste #the entirety of fop season 0/oh yeah cartoons era is on youtube! please enjoy it when you can watch it! #i have made it my mission to keep pilot timmys parents alive in the form of art and AUs #in my interp he works at timmys school and looks after tootie! from these episodes hes excellent as a parent and teacher #if i do decide to give him a supernatural origin then the crocker interactions would be very interesting #“it was hard to hide their faces all the time” butch said...my showrunner in christ use the power of imagination/fear of the unknown #and no pulling a loudhouse where they show the parents faces anyway..that made me so madcore #at certain points they were undecisive with how much should be hidden of him and also his skin going🟤⚪inbetween scenes takes me out #asks #fop #also hope tumblr doesnt glitch again and actually lets me posts videos without spamming your timeline what the fvk

[wegonbealright-09]

A couple of weeks ago my sister was watching itaewon class, and since I was sick at the time I watched too (seriously I had a horrible allergy and my body was covered in red spots for a week) so I watched almost everything (I I missed the first episode because my sister was already in the second one) and well I must say that I liked it except at the end because literally the main characters are so annoying and I didn't like the "romantic relationship" at the end. Anyway, the point is that watching that series it makes me laugh to think that V's stans are such cloud chasers just because he is Seo-jun's friend and I remember how they boasted including V himself about how Seo-jun was going to be in a movie Marvel when it was announced and everything so that The Marvels turned out to be the worst movie of last year and in the history of Marvel and his character was apparently only there for 10 minutes lol. It bothers me that the armys feel good about V's group of friends when we know that they all have a reputation for being misogenous and since thank God I don't subscribe to the Bangtantv channel (thanks jk and yoongi for boring me with their daily content there) I didn't even know that the reaction of those idiots was uploaded to the Bangtantv channel

K media talked about Seojoon appearing on a marvel movie so much I thought he was a lead actor or something, he only appeared for 2 minutes and 47 seconds sis.

The wooga squad is full of misogynists and sexists and I won't be surprised if tae turns out to be one too.They probably brush his ego alot that is why he was feeling superior at the beginning of the second chapter but his fans quickly sat him down.

I don't even get why that Wooga friendcation was uploaded on Bangatan TV in the first place it was boring I get what those four are friends.