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so when you play games it's good and wholesome, but when i, the toymaker, play games it's "wrong" and "immoral" and i should "stop turning people into balloons"

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MARRIAGE

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Buttermilk Pancakes

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Since we thought Friday was a game.

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Not a single soul wanna help Sami???

Electric chair.

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Sirius bursts into the common room, an hour after he said he was going to bed.

“What is it?” says Remus, without looking up from his homework scroll.

“I ate chocolate,” Sirius says, very seriously indeed.

“And you didn’t share?” Remus turns the page of the potions textbook open in front of him. “Not exactly something I would expect you to run in here to tell me about.”

“Moony. I ate chocolate. As a dog.”

At this Remus looks away from the homework. “Oh. Huh.”

“Am I going to die?” Sirius demands.

“No way,” Remus argues. “You’re not a dog now, right? It’ll be fine.”

Sirius considers this. “I’m getting James,” he says, and runs back up the stairs.

He reappears a few minutes later with a panicking James and a sleepy Peter following.

“IS HE GOING TO DIE?” James shouts.

Peter rubs his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Sirius had some chocolate,” Remus explains, “and he’s being daft about it.”

“I am not being daft, I’m being deathly ill,” Sirius says. “Terribly hardhearted of you to ignore the predicament I’m in right now. For bloody Potions. Catch Slughorn failing you! You can finish that later, Moony, I’m fucking dying over here.”

“You’re not dying,” says Remus, but he closes the textbook and rolls up the scroll to put in his bag.

James begins to pace. “What do we know about the situation?” he says, and begins to tick things off on his fingers. “One: dogs cannot eat chocolate. Two: Sirius was a dog. Three: Sirius ate chocolate, because he’s a prat. Ergo, conclusion: Sirius is dying.”

Peter sets a hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “Do you want me to tell Regulus?” he offers, and Sirius raises his eyes to the ceiling in a God-give-me-strength pose.

“No one is telling anyone anything about Sirius dying!” says Remus, just as Lily walks in with Marlene.

“Who’s dying?” Marlene raises an eyebrow.

“No one,” say all four boys at once.

“You’re out past curfew,” says James. “What are you up to, ladies?”

“Nothing,” say both girls at once.

A moment passes. Then another. Six pairs of eyes narrow. The girls shrug and head to their dormitory. When they’re gone, Sirius lets out a wail.

“Shut it!” hisses Remus. “Someone could hear you!”

“That won’t matter if I’m dead before they find us out,” says Sirius mournfully.

“You aren’t–! Okay, let’s think this through. Does what you eat as a dog stay in your body when you transform back?”

“How should I know?” Sirius looks at James, who shrugs.

“Dissection,” James suggests, and Sirius nods.

“I give you permission to perform the autopsy, Prongs.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” says Remus, “no one is dying! Sirius, are you hungry?”

“Not really,” Sirius says, “but of course the mortally ill are never really hungry.”

“Ignoring that.” Remus closes his eyes in a long-suffering way. “Okay. So. Not hungry. When did you last eat in human form?“

“At dinner,” says Sirius instantly. “Wait, no, had a licorice wand after.”

Peter checks his watch. “Hours ago.”

James claps his hands together. “You should be hungry by now, mate. So what’s that prove?”

“Same stomach,” says Remus. “What you eat as a dog stays with you. So the chocolate is in your human stomach now, which doesn’t have any problems with it. You’re fine. As I’ve been saying. Can you all fuck off back to bed now? Some of us were working.”

“And some of us were sleeping,” grumbles Peter. “If Sirius isn’t dying, why’d you make me come down here, James?”

“Well, we all thought he was,” says James defensively, “and if he were wouldn’t you like to be with him in his final moments?”

“We did not,” Remus says.

“Saint Moony,” James says, and bows. “Saving us from ourselves every night. The treasure of the Gryffindor dorm–”

Remus tosses his bag at James, who scarpers.

Sirius has been staring into the middle distance since the discovery of his perfect health. “Damn,” he says softly, “I’ll have to do that Potions essay after all.”

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asking punk stans to actually watch wrestling please, because they think that trent going through the windshield (a reference to their 2020 parking lot fight, before punk even came back) is a shot at him and are being like "he lives rent free in tk's head" like jack perry doesn't live rent free in y'all's heads.

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Orange Cassidy has said before in an old interview: "You can do whatever you want to me but the moment you hurt my friends, then I get a little upset." It really speaks so much truth when you realize... Orange has allowed Trent to hurt him and would never fight back. Until the moment he sees Trent has hurt Chuck, he's upset and wanting to get after him. He really loves Chuck and always has. <3

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Zuko: There’s something off about her. I can’t explain it but she’s slipping. 

 Azula:

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I’m starting to think that when Hangman took Swerve’s blood, he took away the evil inside of him. It’s rooted itself now in Hangman’s soul, and that’s what’s driven him mad.

That….or I’m projecting because I’ve read way too many vampire novels and need a snack. 🤷🏼‍♀️

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SexyChuckieT: Parking Lot Fight tonight. Walter debuts on AEW TV

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@bayleymania

MY SPECIAL MAN MY BOY MY BABY IS ALIVE...

he looks very tired i wanna hold him

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💀 him still using that choking pic is making this look plausible

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Walter made his AEW Collision debut with uncle Orange to see his dad gearing up to go fight in a parking lot!