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sayoneee · 9 months

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☆ LET'S DANCE

slughorn decides to play matchmaker for the day, leading to your public humiliation (2.4k)

contains: idiots in love. very loosely based on the david bowie song. swearing. possibly ooc sirius. bit of an existential crisis ig. slughorn. sirius has jokes (bad ones). not proofread

kashaf’s note: havent posted in ages hopefully u like this

YOU LONGED FOR summer’s embrace, and the warm reprieve from the demands of school, yet you are afraid of what it might bring. the longer you try to savor the last of your sixth year, and dream of the carefree hours under never-ending sunlight soon within your grasp, the harder it becomes to ignore the continuously grim headlines of the daily prophet presented at the breakfast table every morning. even amidst your friends’ laughter, the looming shadow of anti-muggle-born propaganda pushed forward by unseen hands propels them to dissect and debate on almost molecular levels, each point characterized by a bite or a clang of a fork.

the end of your sixth year brings unshakeable exhaustion as constant vigilance weaves itself into everyday life within the ancient walls of the castle, adding to the suddenly rigorous course load attempting to prepare your year for their upcoming n.e.w.t.s. hogwarts, once a haven, now demanded a watchful eye on every staircase and dark corridor, as the hallways echoed with ghostly rumors and whispers found their homes on the staircases.

“mare, stop tryna murder slughorn with your eyes; he might catch on,” you hissed at mary under your breath, elbowing her discreetly, as you try to appear focused on slughorn’s lesson.

“maybe he’ll learn his lesson and stop splitting us up,” mary responded resolutely, never once breaking eye contact with the balding pudgy man who, in a horribly clichéd fit of inspiration, had begun assigning partners to brew amortentia in the double-potions period you had been blessed with today.

the somewhat impulsive decision of “james potter and lily evans” had you and mary turning to each other, eyebrows raised as you wondered quite how thick slughorn could be. in general, no one knew what was going on between james and lily. at this point, you surmised neither did they. they had had odd bouts of camaraderie, quickly replaced with civil hostility, resulting in a continuous loop of poorly disguised affection or hatred, like a roulette wheel deciding which lily and james to match up each day.

you prayed to merlin, hoping whatever disastrous infliction that had befallen slughorn for him to pair james with lily would not contagiously affect his decision for you, and that slughorn would come to his senses and let you spend the amortentia lesson with your sanity intact. alas, merlin had no such qualms about leaving you to fend for yourself as the anticipation you felt when slughorn called your name quickly soured to horror when he followed it up with none other than “sirius black”.

despite the number of mutual friends shared—after your friend groups warmed up to each other this year—the two of you had never gotten along. you’ve since chalked it up to his propensity for being aggravating without rhyme or reason, seemingly driven by an inherent desire to extract reactions. his words, laced with a mirth hard to ignore, are like finely crafted spells designed to unravel your patience. the rest of the school’s population are able to dismiss him, but your inability to ignore him has become something of an enigma.

feeling sirius’s presence next to you, without turning to face him, you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, “am i gonna have to remain vigil over our cauldron in case it blows up the minute my back is turned?”

“as flattering as it is to hear you admit that you’ve been watching me over the years—” here, you let out a derisive snort, causing sirius to pause, and raise his eyebrows at you in challenge, “when have you seen me jinx my own cauldron?” he continued, a smirk tugging at his lips as he loosened his tie even further.

you groaned, finally making eye contact with him, unsurprised to see that all-too-familiar glint in his grey eyes, “can we please just get this over with already?”

in your six shared years of schooling, you have always distantly conceded him to be handsome, his features falling into the realm of casual observance amidst the whirlwind of classes, and quidditch matches. yet, the way he stares down at you in this moment stirs something within you, the unfamiliar fluttering awakening a newfound awareness.

his locks of black hair fall delicately in his eyes, as if afraid to obstruct your view. the silver gleam of his piercings catch the glow of the potions bubbling around you, an intricate constellation along the curve of his ears—a bold declaration of his rebelliousness. the smile tugging at the corners of his lips is enigmatic, as if he’s aware that he’s just shifted something fundamental between you.

“aren’t you moving a little too fast?” sirius continued when you turned to him confused, “take me out to dinner first.”

you glared at him as understanding dawned on you, “i’m literally going to murder you if you don’t shut up, i swear to merlin.”

“aren’t you kinky?”

you spin around, pointing your wand at his jugular, watching his adam’s apple bob up then down as he threw his hands up in surrender, an easy-going grin gracing his features, “woah there, guess i touched a nerve, huh?”

you know he’s baiting you, you know his talent for finding weaknesses and exploiting them all too well, but you can’t help yourself when it comes to him, falling into the trap carefully set out for you, biting out a retort before you’re aware of it, “you won’t have any nerves left when i’m done with you.”

sirius grins, no—bares his teeth at you, wolfishly, and suddenly you understand all of james’s dog-related jokes over the years.

the two of you remain uncharacteristically quiet for the remainder of the potion, you’re surprised by sirius’s begrudging help, and soon enough, you’re sliding the last ingredient in.

the potion looks right to you, with the mother-of-pearl sheen slughorn gushed about for all of the class period, but you can’t tell because your senses were invaded by the distinct smell of cologne causing you to wrinkle your nose as you eyed sirius apprehensively.

he seemed to be having the same predicament as you currently, perfect brows furrowed in thought as his eyes glance over the potion.

“i can’t tell if we did it right,” you venture.

“me neither,” he shrugs, “all i can smell is your perfume—by the way, did you have to use the whole bottle?”

“i could say the same for you—the room reeks of your cologne, asshole.”

“more like your perfume—”

“i literally ran out this morning—”

“because you dumped the whole bottle on yourself?”

“literally pot calling the kettle black—”

“i am a black—”

“i literally hate you so much—”

a sharp, disapproving cough splits the two of you apart, not only had your argument grown embarrassingly loud in its procession, but it had also orchestrated a gravitational pull between the two of you. the result had been proximity that bordered on the intimate, your personal space evaporating until you were mere inches apart. the ignominy of being publicly seen at sirius black’s throat was nothing compared to the humiliation that followed after slughorn’s unexpected interruption.

slughorn’s rotund figure regards the two of you with a mixture of curiosity and mild exasperation, his mustache twitching slightly in rhythm with the exaggerated rise and fall of his breath, “my dears,” he begins, his tone a blend of genuine concern and theatrical flair, “what seems to be the problem? your potion appears to be brewed successfully, i can see the characteristic smoke spirals, and the mother-of-sheen pearl.”

flushed with embarrassment that seems to spread through you like a fever, you mumble your response lowly, “sorry, professor, but we couldn’t tell because of external factors.”

the air in the room seems to thicken as the collective gaze of your classmates turns toward the two of you, their eyes capturing the awkwardness with an unabashed curiosity that makes you wish you could use a time-turner to escape this particular moment of public humiliation.

slughorn’s hearty laughter fills the room like a boisterous charm, “oho, i see the problem now, my dear,” he addresses you, his eyes crinkling with amusement, “tell me, what do you smell in the amortentia?”

his words hang in the air, and the room's atmosphere has shifted from tense to expectant.

confused, you play with the hem of your skirt as you wonder the relevancy of his question, your gaze flickering uncertainly, tracing patterns in the stone floor as you respond, “um, cologne, leather, and brownies, professor.”

the room, for a moment, becomes a canvas of uncomfortable silence, and you're resolutely avoiding making eye contact with anyone else in the room.

satisfied with your response, slughorn pivots his attention to sirius, a gleam of intrigue dancing in his eyes, "now you, my boy," he encourages, his voice a velvet stroke, "go on, tell us what you smell."

a twist of surprise clenches within you as you expect sirius to brush off the request, to summon a sarcastic remark as his defense. yet, to your astonishment, he complies, his fingers raking through his hair, “perfume, shampoo, and petrol, professor."

slughorn nods sagely, his lips curving into a satisfied grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes. he claps his hands together once, the sound a punctuation to his assessment. the atmosphere in the room has shifted from suspenseful to charged, every student suspended in the tension of his next words.

"my dears," he addresses the class with the air of a professor on the brink of a profound lesson, "you smell each other in the amortentia, that is your problem."

the previously stifling silence is breached as the dungeon is painted with a symphony of snickers. the air seems to vibrate with laughter, and there's even a bold wolf whistle, which you're almost certain is courtesy of james. yet, amidst this collective amusement, all you can feel is disconcertment, the weight of attention heavy upon you.

as if merlin himself takes pity on your predicament, slughorn's laughter ripples through the room, warm and infectious, as he claps his hands together again, “my young scholars, it's time for practicality. bottle your amortentia, label it, and kindly leave it on my desk before making your exit."

with that, your hasty exit from the dungeon turns into a veritable escape, as you shoulder your bag against your side. every nerve in your body screams for invisibility, to become nothing more than a background figure. however, as you weave your way through the corridors, hoping to dissolve into the anonymity of the crowd, you're struck by sirius black’s unwavering dedication in trailing behind you despite each step you take further into the deepening throng of students.

just before you can approach the fat lady’s portrait, a hand closes on your elbow and a startled gasp escapes you as you are abruptly yanked into a hidden alcove, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. your eyes adjust to the sudden darkness, but before you can react, a large hand firmly pressed against your mouth, thick silver rings digging uncomfortably against your lips. glaring at your kidnapper, you folded your arms across your chest.

acutely aware of the proximity, of the scent of cologne now much fainter than in the dungeons, you wait with a mixture of frustation and curiosity. sirius leans as far back as the alcove will let him, which is not much, but at least he’s no longer lurking over you like a predator staring down its prey.

“the fuck do you want?” you could care less if you smelled him or if he smelled you in the amortentia, because as far as you’re concerned, the two of you can continue to dance around each other in the way you have perfected over the years. in your delicate ballet, he is the master of light-hearted jests flickering like fireflies in the summer dusk, and you are the recipient of his playful pranks and ceaseless banter, carrying an unspoken agreement, holding onto the game you both secretly treasured.

its predictability is comforting, the way his remarks are as reliable as the rising sun, and your laughter feels like a shared secret between only the two of you. the amortentia's revelations feel like an unnecessary intrusion, an attempt to place confusing labels on your little game.

“go out with me,” sirius levels a roguish grin at you, his grey eyes dance with the mischief you are so accustomed to seeing.

all you want is to say yes, to revel in stolen glances, the exhilaration of shared laughter, the brushing of your fingers together, and strolling carefree across the castle grounds, but your world isn’t one satisfied by teen romances. it’s one where every word and connection is scrutinized under the weight of a society where love and friendship are tainted by its fixation on blood status.

you cannot bring yourself to look into his eyes, twinkling with genuine interest, feeling a pang of bitterness as you consider the reality of your world. to say yes would be to risk both your safety and that of your friends, and who knows if the ensuing conflict would leave either of you unscathed.

“i can’t,” you still cannot bring yourself to look him in the eye as you deliver this unseen rejection with a bittersweet smile, torn between longing for normalcy and the harsh lessons you’ve learned with every picture and name added to the growing list of victims.

“why not?” sirius asks, confusion coloring his features, as he searches your gaze, attempting to make eye contact.

you don’t know how to explain without seeming as if you’re getting ahead of yourself, thinking of the distant future, but you try anyway, wringing your hands together, “we don’t know what’ll happen in a year or two, sirius. we don’t even know if we’ll be alive after we graduate.”

his hands cradle your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, the cool press of his metal rings against your burning skin is soothing, “i’m asking for right now,” he continues, softly, gentler than you have ever known him, his gaze holding yours in quiet intensity, “for you to live for yourself—”

the uncertain future shapes into one of possibility, and so, without conscious thought, you surge forward to kiss him, clumsier than you would have liked, and messier than you have ever known, but it feels right.

“so, that’s a yes for hogsmeade this weekend?”

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mando-abs · 1 year

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Me tryna explain to my dad that the stupid nerd theory channels are only focusing on the smaller picture that all of this myth stuff is hailing back to Mandalore the Great. When you take Star Wars lore out of the picture, this is all one big allusion to King Arthur but make it space cowboy/samurai.

The true ruler and uniter, the prophetic sword, Grogu is Merlin, Arthur and Merlin ruling side by side, Bo is Lancelot (???? I think), the taming of a dragon (that might also befriend Grogu the most bc the dragon did to Merlin), the waters!!!!!

#like #if you want your spoilers #it’s all there #when u finally put those literature skills to the test #mandalorian #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3 spoilers #mandalorian s3 spoilers #mandalorian spoilers #grogu #bo katan kryze

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 4 days

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By: Bari Weiss

Published: Apr 22, 2024

For a second, imagine that black students at Columbia were taunted: Go back to Africa. Or imagine that a gay student was surrounded by homophobic protesters and hit with a stick at Yale University. Or imagine if a campus imam told Muslim students that they ought to head home for Ramadan because campus public safety could not guarantee their security.

There would be relentless fury from our media and condemnation from our politicians.

Just remember the righteous—and rightful—outrage over the white supremacist “Unite the Right” march in Charlottesville, Virginia, in 2017, where neo-Nazis chanted “The Jews will not replace us.”

This weekend at Columbia and Yale, student demonstrators did all of the above—only it was directed at Jews. They told Columbia students to “go back to Poland.” A Jewish woman at Yale was assaulted with a Palestinian flag. And an Orthodox rabbi at Columbia told students to go home for their safety.

Demonstrators on these campuses shouted more chic versions of “Jews will not replace us.” At Columbia they screamed: “Say it loud and say it clear, we don’t want no Zionists here.” At Yale they blasted bad rap with the following lyrics:

Fuck Israel, Israel a bitch / Bitch we out here mobbin’ on some Palestine shit / Free Palestine bitch, Israel gon’ die bitch / Nigga it’s they land why you out here tryna rob it / Bullshit prophets, y’all just want the profit

These campus activists are not simply “pro-Palestine” protesters. They are people who are openly celebrating Hamas and physically intimidating identifiably Jewish students who came near. We are publishing the accounts of two of those students—Sahar Tartak and Jonathan Lederer—today.

Students—all of us—have a right to protest. We have a right to protest for dumb causes and horrible causes. At The Free Press, we will always defend that right. (See here and here, for example.)

It is not, however, a First Amendment right to physically attack another person. It is not a First Amendment right to detain another person as part of your protest. And while Americans are constitutionally protected when they say vile things, like wishing upon Jews a thousand October 7s, we are certainly free to criticize those who say them. We are also free to condemn institutions dedicated to the pursuit of truth who have abandoned that mission, and who stand by and do nothing meaningful to stop scenes like the ones of the past 48 hours.

The students who support terror have given in to madness. Refusing to condemn them is madness.

There are courageous students who see that madness clearly. Please read these essays by Jonathan Lederer and Sahar Tartak.

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ofmermaidstories · 12 days

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im sorry im sorry im sorry i had to do it ive been thinking about them too muchhh petey poo and izuku on the mind!!!! i think it would be rlly funny if his quirk was like that one meme btw where its like he has super minor prophetic tendencies but only thru telling jokes like the meme!! the little apollo throwing a dodgeball at some unsuspecting dude tryna make a joke and its The Gift Of Prophecy. anyway he just says stupid stuff for gaffs and giggles and sometimes it comes true 😭 is smoking a little weed with his friends and theyre like oh no the cops!! and pete is like we can run from the cops its fiiinneee but can you imagine if it was like Deku or someone equally insane LMFAO like obama and then deku is rounding the corner like are yew thewiothly thmoking cannabis marijuana rn 💀🤓 and pete is like NOOOOOOOOO WHY COULDNT IT HAVE BEEN OBAMAAA just stupid things anyway im sorry. Im sorry theyre on the mind

ok first lesson junie: NEVER apologise ‼️ i’m laughing but also like, i’m so serious junie, the moment you mentioned them i have SEEN THE VISION ‼️ just the self-depreciating humour and self-destruction that you could layer a (forgive me pete 💀) character like petey with…. and how that could reflect in the Quirk, when that power’s unwittingly turned back around on himself and Deku and whatever burgeoning thing they have. 😩 the ULTIMATE form of pushing away!!!! and GOD pete… heartbreaking klsdjhflksdjf. at least in this AU LOL. u made your thing funny and then i was like, ok but what if we made it sad. 💀 IM SORRY JUNIEEE. in my defence!!! i blame ur mixtape you made. 😌 the vibes are THERE and i’ve had it playing since you sent this ask. 🥺 the yearning under the jokes and the anger…. junie!!! banger of a mix, yet again. 😩 you keep proving me right when i say you have great taste!!!!!!!! as u should, bc im always right. 😌✨ but seriously. i’m like, more than here for this deku/pete ship. can you imagine how suspicious the gang would be of pete. 😭 BAKUGOU? i think shouto should be in his corner though, eventually. 😌 and denki. 🥹

#ofmermaidstories-asks #junie where is my tag for u #personal jesus: the deku/pete ship

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official-nrc-prophet · 22 days

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OH WISE AND POWERFUL PROPHET !!

*fireworks and colorful smoke*

please..take a chance on a poor soul, i wish to know my future with a certain son of a vast fortune and smile brighter than the sun..

*coughs awkwardly when i see you aren’t amused in the slightest*

Do you think serenading him is working or should i go back to begging like the poor person i am. I’m tryna be a sugar baby with some love on the side 🙏😩

-😙💛 gal

Bellatrix says you'll die lonely. However your plan may work in one future, if you shoot for Malleus' grandmother.

#atlas speaks #atlas predictions #sorry dude #😙💛 anon

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v-anrouge · 5 months

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im being gifted with prophetic visions on my walk home and I'm just tryna dance to these funky fresh beats

HELL YEA

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 mar's dress up game

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 5 months

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(chaotic-guinea-pig's main here!!)

Hiya fellow Style fanfic author, tell us which of your fics you're most proud of, and why :]

Oh my goodness HI and DUDE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW STOKED I AM TO SEE THIS ASK!!!

I have so much out there but RAPID FIRE:

• How We Began -my magnum opus lmfao. Sot Style slowish burn, them being massive losers for each other, eventual love confessions and soooo much fantasy hurt/comfort. No war, just an elf king and an injured human ranger falling for each other (self indulgent as hell I wrote exactly what I wanted to read lmao)

•And Send It Soaring -a little TFBW oneshot with plenty of Toolshed (my beloved) panicking over Kite nearly dying on a mission. I loooove this one.

•Broken Bottles From Apartment 2 - man I know I never stfu abt OrangeJuiceVerse but this is the story that TRULY solidified that universe for me despite it being later on down the chronological timeline and I’m so attached to it. Domestic style, creek, Tweek angst, and healing arcs because when you’re at rock bottom, there’s nowhere to go but up. Sober king Stan too UGH he’s my baby and I loved contrasting between Tweek and Kyle’s perspectives.

• The Webs In The Rafters - so this one’s WEIRD and surrealist and the darkest shit I’ve ever written so it wasn’t super popular, but the people who were into it were INTO it (the comments to kudos ratio is hilarious) personally I’m a sucker for dark Cryle with Style endgame, badass Kenny, and the whole damn gang being there. Spider analogies, Bunnyyyy, prophetic Tweek, ranch foreman Stan, something sinister under the surface, Putting Kyle In Situations, Evil Craig, it’s a wild ride and it’s inspired by a dream I had lol.

• 5 Stages -another ojv oneshot w some Angry Kyle when our two favorite losers slip in the shower while tryna get ~spicy~ lmfao also Moose the cat I love Moose (I will never in my life stop giving Kyle some kind of chronic ailment)

• And The Lightning Cracks The Sky - I almost like this one MORE than HWB like this fic is my BABY!!! We got Smokejumper/Firefighter Stan, fae prince Kyle, LITTLE MERMAID ASS PLOT (I fucking love this one jesus) the gangs all there, Kenny and Stan being roommates, mutual pining, injury, humor, magic and shapeshifting, evil Cartman, falling in love like awkward losers; when I say this story has been finished for a hot min and I’m still thinking about it.

• I’ll Take It To Mine -the main four boys doing stupid shit, minor injuries (I have problems) THE SBFS, teenage love confessions, just them being hilarious and simps in this one.

• Give You Every Second I Can Find -deadass Stanley Down Bad Marsh trying to execute a cheesy promposal for Kyle and it fails bc his dumbass gets hurt lmao he’s so lame id die for him.

So those are some of my faves THANK YOU WITH ALL MY SOUL FOR THIS ASK AAAAA

#asks #south park #thank u for this <3 #my shit #ao3 #ao3 stuff #fic link #style #sp fanfiction

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neonscandal · 10 months

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All you ever caused was pain. // You can say you're sorry, the evidence is on my // body, but I never complain. // I wear it as a lesson, a curse and a blessing..

Oh, you're not a prophet. // Have you forgotten that you're godless? // Oh, you're on your knees, and // you're tryna to speak, beggin' me please, but // don't even say what you're gonna say. // It's too late, too late, baby. // Why did you wait to finally change? // It's too late, too late to save me.

You watched me // burn, burn, burn. // You watched me // burn, burn, burn. // You watched me.

I don't even pity your pain, // you can use it as a weapon, but I won't ever let it // Pull me back under again, // I let you fool me once, but now I'm dead and gone.

You watched me // burn, burn, burn... // You watched me // burn, burn, burn. // You watched me.

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maliciousspirit · 1 year

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-turntechGodhead began pestering tentacleTherapist-

TG: have you heard from john anytime recently

TT: No, I can’t say I have. Why?

TG: bro hasnt responded to anything lately

TG: all the trolls either

TT: Jade has gone AWOL as well. I believe all of this could be considered noteworthy. Of course, only if you deign to consider our friends as incentive to actually listen to me.

TG: i honestly do not believe your freaky psychic shit

TG: shits redundant

TG: jade already gives out prophetic dreams like candy

TG: dont need any more obscure puzzle pieces to try n fit into this insane game

TT: Precisely. Jade telling us something from the future is commonplace. My visions are far more important.

TG: sure why not

TG: lets say your freaky psychic crap is right

TG: what am i supposed to do about that

TG: already conferred with the crocodile bros on lohac

TG: they werent any help

TG: they just squawked at me

TG i didnt know crocodiles could squawk

TT: Dave. Cease your inane rambling for thirty seconds while I attempt to drill my point into your brain, if you even have one.

TG: heard

TG: drill away

TT: If I am correct, John and Jade are dead. We are the only remnants of life left in this game. We’re alone.

TG: and what am i supposed to do about that

TG: cant go serenading their ghosts from their window

TG: wherefore art thou romeo

TG: and all that jazz

TT: Get your head out of your ass, Strider. You are the Knight of Time.

TG: uh huh and hows that helped us so far

TT: Shut up. We can handle this. It must be meticulously planned, and could end up in both of our sacrifices as well, but we can bring them back.

TT: You just need to warn John and Jade about it before they disappeared. When was the last time you spoke to John?

TG: when i prototyped calsprite

TG: actually can i just kill my past self for making that idiot decision

TG: i dont care if it causes a paradox bro

TG: i was an idiot

TT: Sure, we can arrange that. But that actually works out quite nicely if you think about it.

TT: You can prototype yourself into the kernelsprite instead of Cal. They are quite attracted to doomed or dead things, correct? You would be doomed yourself once you go back and change history.

TG: rose you ingenious bastard

TG: remind me to never question you again

TT: Noted. Does your time travel have any sort of limit?

TG: not that i know of

TT: We should try and progress through the game as much as we can before saving John. You can then buff your past self up and we can propel their game session forward.

TG: dope

TG: weve got this

-tentacleTherapist began pestering turntechGodhead-

TT: Dave.

TT: You cannot ignore me forever. You have not attempted to reach out to me in a week. It is not like you to be this withdrawn.

TT: If you are dead I am going to be very disappointed in you.

TG: nah im alive

TG: allegedly

TG: i could be typing this as a corpse though

TG: or i could be a crocodile pretending to be dave

TT: I’m sure. Are you trapped in whatever unnecessary time travel roller coaster you have would be helpful again?

TG: shut up

TG: ive got time travel down pat

TG: shits rudimentary, dear watson

TT: Elementary. Elementary, my dear Watson, not rudimentary.

TG: whatever

TG: ive been busy

TT: With what?

TG: trying to find my bro

TG: feels like planets empty though

TG: like were seeing the empty textures when you glitch through the floors in zelda

TT: It does resemble that, yes. Why are you trying to find your brother? I would think you would have been happy without his authoritative abuse.

TG: bro wasnt abusive

TG: stop tryna lobotomize me

TT: Apologies. My preconceived notions of him seem to have infiltrated my perceptions of him.

TT: However, I do have an actual reason for messaging you. The consorts on my planet are becoming increasingly more frenzied.

TT: I believe their status as NPC entities has caused them to begin to deteriorate, as our timeline is doomed. Considering their populace on both your planet and mine, a large percentage are dying every day.

TG: and

TG: this genre of panic has really run its course

TG: cool were doomed

TG: anything new

TT: I’m going to ignore your omission of empathy.

TG: sorry

TG: just tired of being freaked out

TT: Of course. Everyone knows a Strider must be reluctant for any sort of emotion. Did your brother teach you that, too?

TG: shut up

TG: you dont know what youre talking about

TT: It could practically become the Strider slogan. “New and improved- now emotionless.”

TT: It is quite reassuring that you are indifferent to our imminent deaths.

TG: your imminent death

TG: i just gotta be fused with a crow for the rest of my life

TG: become a feathery asshole and peck your past selfs eyes out

TT: Are you done?

TG: yeah sorry

TG: game’s got my stress taut

TG: pullin more than a truck outta mud

TT: What is that supposed to mean?

TG: no clue

TG: just that the syndicated crap the game has put us through is getting real old

TG: what do you think is behind the scenes

TG: im starting to think its those chess piece dudes

TG: never trusted them

TT: You’re going to regret blaming them when I vindicate their case.

TT: The carapacians are innocent. Most of them are just peasants under the Derse and Prospit royalty.

TG: my bad

TG: obviously the mastermind is a bald con artist

TG: got lockpicks down his throat and shit

TT: Have you been watching John’s movies?

TG: …

TG: no

TG: im gonna go kill some more cyclops dudes see ya

TT: Don’t you run off, I’m not done!

-turntechGodhead ceased pestering tentacleTherapist!-

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golfgolyo · 1 year

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Sittin' back, gettin' my dick sucked, gettin' my dick sucked,

Sitiin' back, gettin' my dick sucked by the Neighborhood Hoe

Sittin' back, gettin' my dick sucked, gettin' my dick sucked,

Sitiin' back, gettin' my dick sucked by the Neighborhood Hoe

(Repeats and trails into talking)

If there's one Saturday night that you'll never clearly remember

I seen this whore that I met in December

The bitch didn't wanna give me no play

But she heard us at a concert the other day

Now shit's about to fall in place

I just seen her rode by with a smile on her face

Tiltin' my hat makin' sure it's in place

Hopin' I'll be the next nigga to taste her pace

That motherfuckin' lot round the strip

Grippin' on my dick

Haters don't trip

Got a muthfuckin' 40 cal in the spot

Ready for a nigga that think I'm gone slip

Chevy thang, slow, clean, chrome face, gold D's

Bitches ridin' up in my shit, man, I'm tellin' these hoes "please"

I had to speak too soon here comes a hoe

Nigga she got game

First thing she ask me was, "What's my name?" (my name)

And I'm ridin in that chevy thang

She knows -- Goddamn well who I am.

But since she wanna playa hate in response I was tellin' the hoe my name

Was Davante'

Swing now the muthafucka ditchin'

Playa like me tryna get down in it

Gotta keep it key low with the hoe

In the muthafuckin 'Pala with the windows tinted playa

I got this wild and bout it bitch,

Just give me two days to hit the shit...

Better get your exercise on the third day,

Prophet Posse gon' take care a ya

#Spotify #triple 6 mafia #neighborhood hoe

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avasilvugh · 1 year

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oh i have to know what you think of warrior nun i've been tryna work on a fic for days

okay aside from 'women hot', my thoughts are as follows:

i absolutely LOVE the way ava loves life - she just so desperately wants to try things! experience the world! it's so so so refreshing to see a character that is so unironically, unabashedly interested in things and excited to exist, and that's all tempered by the fact that she only gets to exist because of some fucked up, psuedo-catholic legacy that was forced onto her and that's such an interesting dynamic

she's such a passionate heart for the show, i'm just utterly charmed

and beatrice! dedicated, pragmatic beatrice! i mean, who among us hasn't briefly considered becoming a nun as a way to run from being gay? she's such a wonderful counterpart to ava, putting duty above all else and then finding that maybe duty isn't all there is, all there can be. i would have ended up shipping them no matter what i think, but that scene in season one, when ava just falls into bea after her interrogation with mother superion - that sealed it

i think the whole ensemble is so dynamic and captivating - lilith, trained up to be the halo bearer and being passed over not once but twice only to become a demon or something like it and finding that she's still wanted, still cared for by her people (note: i am in love with lilith) - mary, alone for so long and then so devoted to her sisters and to shannon that she accepted a place in an institution that she doesn't necessarily trust, isn't necessarily dedicated to - mother superion, rejected by the halo but still, always, dedicated to protecting it and the women and girls that fight alongside it, so so so protective of her charges - jillian, almost a mary-like figure in her dedication to her son, following his prophetic visions and still losing him to something beyond her control

the way the show takes catholic lore and inverts it, turns it on its head is so fascinating and fun for me, personally, as the catholic church is my nemesis, and its such a rich world to dive into. this show has taken over approximately 78% of my brain and is actively burrowing in deeper

#human interaction #softpluto #warrior nun

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soloorganaas · 2 years

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Hello my love! I don't know if you've answered this already buuuut 🌍 and please share more 💡 ?

🌍 What is your dream AU?

okay another dream AU would be remus recognising peter as wormtail in the daily prophet (bc if sirius did then why wouldn't he? esp when he's of much sounder mind and is a pretty astute person). so then obvs remus starts having a fucking crisis about 1981 and whether sirius is innocent and who tf can he go to to ask about this without someone questioning his fucking sanity or getting sirius into even more trouble. undecided at what point remus figures out if/how to act but obvs then sirius breaks out of azkaban and remus is LOSING IT. bc these two things are absolutely not a cooincidence, except how could sirius have seen peter in the prophet? why would he break out now if he could have done it 12 years ago? is he in league with peter? is he trying to go after peter - holy fuck harry

so then he's tryna track sirius down whilst avoiding either of them being caught by the ministry. hes out scouring sirius's last known location for a big black dog. he's traipsing past their old flat in london or godric's hollow or the potter's old mansion and ya know really in his fucking feels at this point

except then dumbledore asks him to come teach at hogwarts and there is absolutely no way he can refuse, not least bc its eminently clear this has something to do with sirius's escape. so then he's trapped in the castle where he knows wormtail is now trying to hatch a plan to capture his student's rat, force it back into peter, drag him to the ministry to try and absolve sirius all without someone catching him or accusing him of being in on the plan and locking him in azkaban too

until the night when sirius breaks into hogwarts, and remus is running through the castle searching more frantically than all the other teachers put together. checking every secret passageway, every place they used to sneak about in for pranks, every corner sirius used to hide in when he was upset or angry or just could not face the world and all his feelings today (what remus wouldn't kill for the map right now). its useless, the whole castle knows it, and finally they're all sent back to bed - except for remus, who is out around the grounds trying to find sirius before someone else does, trying to find him without yelling his name at the top of his lungs and being caught by snape or dumbledore or worse

and then at some point in the very early morning, when its still pitch black but anyone else outside searching must surely have given up by now, when remus himself is collapsed exhausted under a tree almost in tears with frustration, it hits him. and he moves as fast as he can til hes out of the grounds, apparates to the very edge of hogsmeade, blasts a hole in creaking and decayed wood, and finds standing right in the middle of the shack, looking not at all and exactly like what he remembered - sirius

(this was supposed to be like a three sentence summary but idk i might have to write this story now)

💡 Tell me a headcanon (and who you wish would write it)?

my most beloved hc after bipolar sirius is sephardi/mizrahi sirius and i would pay any amount of money to see the MWPP in the mideast/north africa. @narcissa-black-supermacy and i talked about this and she already tagged me in her own post with her absolute brilliant summary of what that story would be. i just want to see endless stories about the house of black in the middle east. so so much

reader asks

#i feel like i cant be the first person who thought of the remus recognising peter in the prophet thing #so if there is a fic of this send it my way #ty for the ask love!#wolfstar #asks #hp

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