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libraryofbabel-postlocator · 12 days

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God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

It's over 3200 characters so it's split up but the first half is on page 194 of volume 24 on shelf 5 of wall 4 of hexagon (below cut) (second part is also below the cut)

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cosmictuesdays · 1 year

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The Stubborn Mule

Or, what happens when I take a break from Jackass to mainline The Bear and get hit with the idea of a restaurant AU where the adrenaline rush of stunts is transferred to delivering Michelin-starred food. All the tattoos. All the scars. All the yelling, all the screaming, all the intense homoerotic camaraderie of such a high-pressure atmosphere. Full of moments like this. The complete inability to fit into a typical life and carving out the space to fit you and nobody from the outside world ever, ever, ever wanting to know what goes into making the final product they love so much. Of course the name of the place has to be The Stubborn Mule. Johnny Knoxville is the head chef who's attempting to do for American Southern cuisine what Noma's doing for Nordic cooking: turn it into art. The one part of the US where white people never forgot nose-to-tail eating. A deep, rich cultural history that the region itself and the country as a whole is still reckoning with and only beginning to figure out how to talk about it. Using food as a way to open up dialogue and take pleasure in the parts worth celebrating. And his voice would carry perfectly across a loud, crowded kitchen no matter what the ambient noise level. Tremaine owns the place, and Spike Jonze is another investor, possibly with a place of his own - and they both know a good thing when they eat it. Knoxville's big ambition is to get a full-on farm-to-table place, possibly with a dedicated farm, because one of the greatest grace notes of Southern cooking is freshness of ingredients. Also, it allows him to occasionally wear one of those cowboy hats. Bam is the sous chef, and more importantly, he's the guy who knows a guy. He knows all the guys. (Some women are guys. In this case, "guy" is a title.) You need sea urchin at ten PM? He can get it for you. You need a spare part for the fridge? He can hook you up. The usual laundry facility is all booked up? He knows a place. You don't ask how he knows these people. You're just glad he knows them. And if he goes, it's going to take a couple of people to replace him. Ryan, solid and dependable, is the head dishwasher. King of the dishpit. The support person for the entire system. He keeps out of the kitchen drama, he doesn't raise his voice, everyone knows they're relying on him for everything to run smoothly. The irony of him hating to shower translating into the AU as a delightful joke. And if he goes, it's going to take a couple of people to replace him, too. Steve-O is on sauces. He does fine, precise, careful work with very delicately balanced ingredients - the clown training translating over. Also, setting things on fire. Also, he's nicked and scarred all to hell, and he's capable of grabbing stuff out of boiling water without hesitation or long-term injury. Pontius is one of the line cooks, astonishingly gifted with precise knife work and absolute genius at plating up and presentation. Always with the most ostentatious knives in the rooms, and he's earned those blades. He'll also hiss like a panther if you ever come close to touching one. Dave, who always came up with the high concept bits, is on desserts. You need to think in high concepts for desserts. Ehren, who always delivers on good footage, is another line cook. His carrots are diced geometrically. His onions are sliced perfectly. And you can always rely on him to deliver, even if he's not necessarily the most creative one in the room. Wee Man is the maitre'd, and Preston is the restaurant's sommelier. They've both done back of house work and are happy to be doing other things up front, wearing well-tailored clothes and making pleasant talk with the people coming in, serving as the public front. The menu celebrates regional cooking, and it's always got a few jokes on it. For example, a dish that's "tongue in cheek" which uses different cuts of meat from a single given animal's head that's rarely on the menu because you only get one tongue per animal and is always savored when it shows up. Or some sort of slow-cooked squirrel stew served over a polenta-like nut dish. Or "turkey in the straw" where it's turkey served on a bed of ricegrass, stuffed with toasted ricegrass seeds. Because you need the nuts with the squirrel to complete the joke, and while ricegrass isn't native to the south, if you're doing Jackass, in any universe, you need to commit to the joke. Of course, only a little bit of the menu goes for that kind of high concept joke. The rest of it is simply jaw-droppingly good food.

#jackass #jackass headcanons #jackass au #johnny knoxville

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randombrainworm · 10 months

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Worm reads Discworld, part 1/41

The Watch sub-series: Guards! Guards!

“Listen, if anyone ever sets fire to this city, it’s going to be me.”

OR: A drunk, a dragon and a dwarf, but somehow nothing’s quite what it seems.

Of course I’m starting with this one. Of course I am. It was an obvious choice. That bastard (affectionately) Samuel Vimes owns my heart. He’s a cynical pragmatic who’s done with the world but at the same time cares deeply about his city, he knows what it means to be poor, to scratch the bottom of the social ladder from the other side of the pavement, his job is the only meaning of his life for a long, long time until she meets a Lady who takes care of dragons for a living (and is quite obsessed with them in fact), is way taller and stronger than him and on a direct opposite of the wealthy spectrum (not that money matters to Vimes) and falls fast and hard for her (relatable. I too would ask Lady Sybil for her hand in marriage). And YET, Vimes’ character doesn’t experience a major shift, he doesn’t decide to give up on his job in Watch and focus on personal life only - no. Unlike many protagonists, Vimes proves that it’s entirely possible to hate-love your job and not abandon it while at the same time make room in your life for something more.

But I’m getting ahead of myself (forgive me, I could write essays about Vimes and Sybil and the importance of the Watch). So let's get back to the book itself:

Ankh-Morpork:

Ankh-Morpork is presented to us in a low point. It’s functioning (somehow), but things aren’t going extremely well. The Watch is a joke, a bunch of nobodies who don’t know any better summon a dragon that, for most of the book, may or may not exist, and the supposed heir to the throne is… An interesting case of a dwarf.

Carrot:

Now, having read later books, I really like Carrot, but the first book didn’t really sell him to me until the last dozen or so pages. Admittedly, he too had to try to wrangle the chaos that’s Ankh-Morpork (which makes this story a good starting point in my opinion - we can watch the city through the prism of an outsider, not that different than ourselves) but I didn’t see much of the “Where people went wrong was thinking that simple meant the same thing as stupid.” (a sentiment explored multiple times in “Men at Arms”). I suppose my main problem was that because of the book’s structure I wasn’t sure until the last moment in I should treat him like one of the main characters or an important support to Vimes’ arc.

General remarks:

The overall plot was pretty straight-forward and you could quite easily figure out where it was going, even though the strangeness of the Discworld still managed to make me raise a brow (the rats… If only they could read). The characters (always Pterry’s strength, in my humble opinion) are diverse and interesting and there’s just enough of the outer layer peeling off to get us hooked in their future development (simple watchmen who maybe are ready to risk their lives instead of pretending All’s fine, even if they do it with eyes tightly shut; the genius Patrician who always has plans B to M at ready). The magic is a tad bit confusing, but that's a given in this series and the fact that it was the first book on my reading list definitely didn't help. The Watchmen getting a swamp dragon as a pet was precious, especially the bit when Carrot bought him a rubber hippo. Not to mey it's good to see a middle-aged woman who's passionate about something and isn't a snob or a blushing mess. Sybil's friendship (?) with Nobby was especially nice, people seen by others as weirdos solidarity for the win!

Rating:

GREEN - from my experience, the first book in the series is always either a total success with later ones being unable to reach its level (this happens when the author put all their good ideas into the first book and had to scrap something together because of the tight deadline) or the first book is the weakest and the rest of the series gets increasingly better as the author gets a feel of what does and what doesn’t work. This is the second case, I believe. Guards! Guards! is a strong basis to build on, should it be other author I’d probably give it PINK, but I know what PTerry is capable of.

Until next time,

Worm

#worm reads discworld #discworld #guards! guards!#the watch

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jeeperso · 1 year

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Revenge of CHAOTICA! - Episode 9

"I recall Nivasi likes using crocodile-men as hencthings.” "I heard he has a whole menagerie of evil creatures at his beck and call. Krakens, stone golems, doppelgangers, the works. A real monster society of evil.” GM OOC: He does no such thing. This is an original character (do not steal). Thunderchild: “So yes, too quiet. Something is bound to leap out and try to kill us. Watch your step. Did I miss anything?” Fiver: "You forgot 'I have a bad feeling about this’.” "Awkward pause so he can start monologuing at us over the public address?” "That is a lot of WorkForged.” Fiver: ”Sooo.....awkward question time but fuck it someone has to ask this. Is this like the Warforged equivalent of an orgy?” Amber: "No, no it is not.” Fiver: "Okay good, I was worried I'd have to ask Robbins to stay in the car. He's not ready for such debauchery.” Robbins: “We-had-a-car?" “Ah! You’ve arrived! Just in time to feel the wrath of my GEY, system! What does it stand for, cretins? That is it Great at Extermination? YES!!!” "Also, you named your super computer Gay?” "It's stupifying how often people think that, just because they created intelligence, that intelligence will want to do what they say.” “Grraaagh! Why do artificial intelligences disobey me as much as the non-artificial ones! You are Bad! Bad GEY!” "Well I'm suitably intimidated. How a bout everyone else.” “Look why don't we all sit down and talk through these family issues you two clearly are having.” "KILL IT WITH FIRE.” "I don't get that option until next level! Laser's'll have to do.” "That doesn't work much against metal.” "THAT'S QUITTER TALK.” Four-Paw Stomping Foot Technique! GM OOC: What are you targeting? OOC: Donkey-Borg. “Geek-the-mage.” "Wait, if monkey hate technology, and robot hate the monkey, shouldn't this thing hate itself?” Fiver: "See? What did I say? Kill it with fire. Glad someone here knows how to take direction. Thunderchild? You're getting employee of the month for this. I'm sorry Robbins, but leaving little carrot cakes on my bed isn't enough anymore. You need to step up your game man.” Thunderchild: “Oh great, so where's my paycheck then?” Fiver: "...You had it and you lost it. Robbins you're back on top.” "HEY GEY! YOUR MOTHER RUNS WINDOWS 8.” "The rabbit devil has dug out a special warren just for you Gey, so don't keep him waiting.” [insert gif of Loona answering phone] "No I don't know why Rabbit Satan is so hot. Stop asking.” GM OOC: Three hits. So… how do you want to do this? OOC: Bite off his head? "So who wants to piss on the body?”

"Good plan: makes running harder.” “If I make a full confession can you not do that?” "Robbins, no exploiting what are practically newborns!” OOC: Can't we just upload "communistManifesto.exe" onto the main server? Fiver: “So, it's fine we're leaving an army of burgeoning artificial intelligences with their own self replicating factory alone in space, right?” Thunderchild: “It's probably fine…”

“I will gladly tell you everything as long as my legs are unbroken and I get right of first refusal on the tell all book.” Thunderchild whispers: “Can I shoot him in a kneecap? Please?” Fiver: "Only if he runs." "Hey, the best way to learn how to do it right is to do it wrong first.” "Full disclosure I may have left a copy of the Brible back there.” "FIVER! Now they are going to make their own robot Devil and God.” OOC: So blowing up everything might be counter productive, until after we find evidence. GM OOC: Or killing everyone. Jonni: “Right. Arms and legs are fine, long as they don’t bleed to death. Jedi philosophy.” GM OOC: I hope you like aluminum diapers. OOC: And Robbins is comfortable enough with a larger steamer trunk as his quarters. OOC2: Moonpaw, as a cat, will sleep in a shoebox. OOC3: All Fiver wants is a tiny alcove he can make a shrine to El Ariaiah in. OOC2: With a secret smuggling compartment behind? OOC3: Naturally.

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timeworncalamity · 1 year

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Eli - 🌶️🥦🍌

Pivot - 🍑🥕🥔

Spencer - 🥝🍐🥬

(ALSO, would you happen to have any info on your ocs/world anywhere to see? just curious bc the bits you share already are really interesting i dont mean to probe btw , if its private or anything thats totally understandable!! :'D (also saw this in the tags, hope your hand heals quickly!))

THANK YOU ANON 🥺💞💞

It actually means so much to see ppl interested in my oc and world building stuff!! Im having a lot of fun talking about it more.

I actually have a toyhouse for my ocs but its out of date and needs to be cleaned up. Other than that i don't have a whole lot aside from a couple google docs with info! I plan on putting a better formed info thing together soon when my hand is better and i can properly type again as the world itself is also getting some fresh new setting dev. Im always down to answer any questions or chatter about it tho! Im actually trying to get better about sharing so these little asks help and boost that confidence so i cant thank you enough. 🥺💞 (thank you for the get well soon!!! It will hopefully be healed asap!!!)

Eli:

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

- It ends up being my bf's oc Sulfur. Eli absolutely detests him and wants nothing more than to snuff him out with his bare hands.

🥦 [BROCCOLI] What do they hate about humanity/their species?

- Eli actually has a deep rooted hatred for other Calamities that are born from fire. He hates fire and holds so much pain and hatred towards them that it has turned him into a very angry hurtful person.

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

- I already answered banana for Eli but another part of him that had been lost to time was how to have feelings and left people in. It took a long time and their partner Damon being so persistent for him to open up a little. Something he would lose from himself is the scars on his face which have left him half blind.

Pivot:

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

- Piv shows his kindness by being loud and making people around him laugh. He is also the type to help others out with tasks to the best of his ability. Heavy manual labor being where he works best. Despite this.... Piv isn't the kindest person. He actually has a really violent side towards people who may threaten him or his boyfriends.

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

- Pivot is insanely tough, physically and mentally. Its really hard to shake him but if you get him into a serious fight, especially if him or his loved ones are threatened he is weak to going ballistic and blacking out until the aggressor is no longer a problem.

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

- I would have to say how aggressive he gets in fights. Even in fun sparring with friends he tends to go a bit too hard. While he will try to dial back if asked he doesn't particularly care that people think its a flaw bc he's proud if his fighting skills.

Spencer:

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

-i answered one kiwi about Spencer but another for him is that he has this energy about him that makes you think he's probably into bar fights and getting into shenanigans but really he is actually straight edge and his favorite hobby is drawing in his sketchbook.

🍐 [PEAR] What is their current social standing? If they could change it, would they, and to what?

- Spencer is currently kind of a no body tbh. He's known within the cult he escaped just bc his father was the leader but outside of those people the only person he has for a bit is Fel. Spencer is actually fine with laying low, he's not searching for glory just trying to keep the realm he calls home from total destruction.

🥬 [LEAFY GREEN] How mundane are they? Do they like it that way?

- Spence is pretty down to earth. He's just a dude trying to live his life and be happy. The most special thing about him is that he's technically a vessel and has some shadow manipulation abilities but other than that he's just a dude and is more than content with it.

#anon #answered asks #elicore #pivcore #spencercore #THANK YOU SO MUCH #ITS MEANS SO MUCH #🥺🥺💞💞#CRYING

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geyfrog · 1 year

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The Angels selected Trout in the first round of the 2009 MLB draft. He made a brief major league appearance in 2011 before becoming a regular player for the Angels the subsequent season, and won the 2012 AL Rookie of the Year Award unanimously.

Trout's athleticism on the field has received praise from both the mainstream media and sabermetricians. He is regarded as one of the most outstanding young players in the history of baseball, as well as one of the best current players in all of MLB. Trout led the American League in wins above replacement (WAR) in each of his first five full seasons.

Trout has led the American League in runs (2012–14, 2016) and times on base (2013, 2015–16, 2018) four times. As of February 2021, he leads all active major league ballplayers in career slugging percentage (.582) and on base plus slugging (1.000), and was second in career on base percentage (.418) and stolen base percentage (84.45%). In 2019, he signed a 12-year, $426 million contract with the Angels, the second-richest contract in the history of North American sports and fourth in professional sports in general (and the second-biggest contract at the time of signing).

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Trout was born to Jeff and Debbie (Busonick) Trout in Vineland, New Jersey on August 7, 1991. He grew up in nearby Millville, New Jersey. He has two older siblings, sister Teal and brother Tyler. His father, Jeff (born January 7, 1961), played baseball at the University of Delaware and was a fifth-round draft pick as a second baseman by the Minnesota Twins in 1983. Jeff played four years of minor league baseball before a torn plantar fascia and knee injuries ended his career. Trout grew up a die-hard Philadelphia Phillies fan, and attended their World Series parade in 2008.

Trout began playing baseball in Cal Ripken Baseball, a division of Babe Ruth League. His main position as a youth baseball player was shortstop. He wore #2 in honor of his childhood hero, New York Yankees shortstop Derek Jeter. He would switch to #1 in high school. Mike attended Lakeside Middle School and is a 2009 graduate of Millville Senior High School.

Trout attended Millville Senior High School in Millville, New Jersey where he played both baseball and basketball, earning five letters (three in baseball and two in basketball). In his junior year, he threw a no-hitter against Egg Harbor Township High School. The Thunderbolts made it to the state playoffs and were defeated by Cherry Hill High School East. He started as a pitcher and shortstop, and was shifted to the outfield during his senior year. That year, he hit 18 home runs, a New Jersey high school record. Trout had committed to play baseball at East Carolina University prior to the 2009 MLB Draft. Millville initially planned to retire Trout's jersey number, but instead began awarding it to the team captain, starting in 2012.

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Before the 2010 season, Trout was considered the Angels' third-best prospect and the 85th-best in all of baseball by Baseball America. He started the season playing for Cedar Rapids, where he hit .362 with a .454 on-base percentage (OBP) and a .526 slugging percentage (SLG) with six home runs, 39 RBIs, and 45 stolen bases in 82 games. He was selected to play in the All-Star Futures Game. In July, Baseball America named Trout the second-best overall baseball prospect. After the Futures game, he was promoted to the Rancho Cucamonga Quakes of the Class A-Advanced California League.

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Prior to the 2011 season, Trout was ranked number one by ESPN's Keith Law in his 2011 top 100 prospects list and by MLB's Jonathan Mayo. Trout started the 2011 season with the Arkansas Travelers of the Class AA Texas League. He hit .324 with nine home runs, 27 RBIs, and 28 stolen bases in his first 75 games.

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Wordle Words List Starting With S

sadly safer saint salad sally salon salsa salty salve salvo sandy saner sappy sassy satin satyr sauce saucy sauna saute savor savoy savvy scald scale scalp scaly scamp scant scare scarf scary scene scent scion scoff scold scone scoop scope score scorn scour scout scowl scram scrap scree screw scrub scrum scuba sedan seedy segue seize semen sense sepia serif serum serve setup seven sever sewer shack shade shady shaft shake shaky shale shall shalt shame shank shape shard share shark sharp shave shawl shear sheen sheep sheer sheet sheik shelf shell shied shift shine shiny shire shirk shirt shoal shock shone shook shoot shore shorn short shout shove shown showy shrew shrub shrug shuck shunt shush shyly siege sieve sight sigma silky silly since sinew singe siren sissy sixth sixty skate skier skiff skill skimp skirt skulk skull skunk slack slain slang slant slash slate sleek sleep sleet slept slice slick slide slime slimy sling slink sloop slope slosh sloth slump slung slunk slurp slush slyly smack small smart smash smear smell smelt smile smirk smite smith smock smoke smoky smote snack snail snake snaky snare snarl sneak sneer snide sniff snipe snoop snore snort snout snowy snuck snuff soapy sober soggy solar solid solve sonar sonic sooth sooty sorry sound south sower space spade spank spare spark spasm spawn speak spear speck speed spell spelt spend spent sperm spice spicy spied spiel spike spiky spill spilt spine spiny spire spite splat split spoil spoke spoof spook spool spoon spore sport spout spray spree sprig spunk spurn spurt squad squat squib stack staff stage staid stain stair stake stale stalk stall stamp stand stank stare stark start stash state stave stead steak steal steam steed steel steep steer stein stern stick stiff still stilt sting stink stint stock stoic stoke stole stomp stone stony stood stool stoop store stork storm story stout stove strap straw stray strip strut stuck study stuff stump stung stunk stunt style suave sugar suing suite sulky sully sumac sunny super surer surge surly sushi swami swamp swarm swash swath swear sweat sweep sweet swell swept swift swill swine swing swirl swish swoon swoop sword swore sworn swung synod syrup

Wordle Words List Starting With T

tabby table taboo tacit tacky taffy taint taken taker tally talon tamer tango tangy taper tapir tardy tarot taste tasty tatty taunt tawny teach teary tease teddy teeth tempo tenet tenor tense tenth tepee tepid terra terse testy thank theft their theme there these theta thick thief thigh thing think third thong thorn those three threw throb throw thrum thumb thump thyme tiara tibia tidal tiger tight tilde timer timid tipsy titan tithe title toast today toddy token tonal tonga tonic tooth topaz topic torch torso torus total totem touch tough towel tower toxic toxin trace track tract trade trail train trait tramp trash trawl tread treat trend triad trial tribe trice trick tried tripe trite troll troop trope trout trove truce truck truer truly trump trunk truss trust truth tryst tubal tuber tulip tulle tumor tunic turbo tutor twang tweak tweed tweet twice twine twirl twist twixt tying

Wordle Words List Starting With U

udder ulcer ultra umbra uncle uncut under undid undue unfed unfit unify union unite unity unlit unmet unset untie until unwed unzip upper upset urban urine usage usher using usual usurp utile utter

Wordle Words List Starting With V

vague valet valid valor value valve vapid vapor vault vaunt vegan venom venue verge verse verso verve vicar video vigil vigor villa vinyl viola viper viral virus visit visor vista vital vivid vixen vocal vodka vogue voice voila vomit voter vouch vowel vying

Wordle Words List Starting With W

wacky wafer wager wagon waist waive waltz warty waste watch water waver waxen weary weave wedge weedy weigh weird welch welsh whack whale wharf wheat wheel whelp where which whiff while whine whiny whirl whisk white whole whoop whose widen wider widow width wield wight willy wimpy wince winch windy wiser wispy witch witty woken woman women woody wooer wooly woozy wordy world worry worse worst worth would wound woven wrack wrath wreak wreck wrest wring wrist write wrong wrote wrung wryly

Wordle Words List Starting With Y

yacht yearn yeast yield young youth

Wordle Words List Starting With Z

zebra zesty zonal

Generally, the objective of Penis Penis,

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Twinbee (Arcade)

Developed/Published by: Konami Released: 5/3/1985 Completed: 24/05/2022 Completion: Beat all five bosses on easy with a “fake 1CC.” Trophies / Achievements: n/a

Twinbee! Looking back, despite the fact I’m a big fan of the Gradius/Parodius franchise, it’s bit strange that I haven’t engaged with the Twinbee franchise all that much (I was a bit shocked when I went through my game collection and realised I didn’t own the PSP retro collection–I made a point of picking up the Salamander and Parodius ones). I don’t think I’ve ever actually played the original before now, even.

And, perhaps now unsurprisingly, Xevious is dripping all over this from the moment you start playing and the first ships fly away from your fire. Apparently the first “cute ‘em up” the strange thing about the first Twinbee is that it just isn’t that cute! The art is basic, with Twinbee himself somehow less expressive than the Vic Viper, and most of the enemies (most notably the bosses) are, you know, just space-ships. I mean I suppose some of them are dressed up as strawberries and carrots or whatever, but it’s not especially in your face.

The big problem with Twinbee however is that it didn’t get an international release and therefore a re-balancing the way that Gradius did (despite having the name “Rainbowbell” all ready to go) because I’m of the opinion that the “Gradius Effect” should have been called the “Twinbee Effect” after struggling through this. I was able to beat Gradius with a fake 1CC (saving after every level) but I literally had to beat Twinbee in a fake single life because it’s basically impossible to survive beyond a single death.

I’m not sure about how much the game balances itself like Gradius attempts (and somewhat fails at) but I’m pretty sure it’s “not at all.” The worst thing of all is that not only does the game not have any sort of help after you die (no quickly accessible power-ups for you here) it’s that powering-up in the first place is such a massive ball-ache. Twinbee’s defining feature is that ball-ache: the “bell” system. Basically it’s just that in order to unlock power-ups, you have to shoot bells out from under clouds (???) and then juggle said bells on screen by shooting them, not allowing them to fall off the screen, until they turn the right colour for the power-up you want, and then pick them up (without shooting them any further, because it resets them to yellow.)

This is really hard. It’s unbelievably hard when the screen is full of enemies and bullets. And it’s impossibly hard when you’ve just died, have no post-death invincibility leeway and move like treacle because you don’t even have a speed-up power-up to your name. And never mind the fact that the clouds you’re shooting have no guarantee they’ve got a bell under them, and that they obscure ground attackers and make bullets hard to see.

Now, to be fair, it’s a cute and at its best, honestly pretty rewarding bit of game design. But the game is so brutal that you’ll do this once in a good play-through. At least, I guess, there aren’t that many power-ups (you’re probably going to pick up one or two speed-ups, a double-shot, and the “option”-like ghost ships or the unwieldy shield) meaning you only have to get your juggle right three or four times, but the problem is after the second level you’re not going to be able to manage that. I can’t imagine what kind of mania it is to be playing this with a second player and trying to get your bells set-up just right.

I hate to say it–I’ve said it enough–but you’re probably better going back to Xevious again.

Will I ever play it again? So actually, Twinbee is a little unusual in that it’s got five bosses, but actually has 10 different levels, with the second “loop” of five levels remixing what you’ve already done. But there’s no ending and it’s pretty unrewarding trying to beat each of these levels in a single life, so I’m good. There are so many more Twinbee games to play instead (in quite a variety of genres, too!)

Final Thought: Something unusual about Twinbee, actually, is that Twinbee himself isn’t guaranteed to die in one shot! He’s got arms that (darkly) can be shot off first, and a wee ambulance will sometimes fly down to attach some new ones. Unfortunately this doesn’t feel like three hit-points so much as it feels like you are just punished for grazing bullets (because you lose the ability to destroy ground targets without arms). Sigh.

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God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 3 years

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KARKAT: GOD I FUCKING HATE OLAF THE SNOWMAN SO FUCKING MUCH HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT, EVERY FRAME HE’S IN, EVERY SCENE, EVERY GIF, EVERY JPEG, HE’S GOT THIS PAINFULLY VACANT, STUPID AS SHIT, FUCKASS LOOK ON HIS STUPID LUMPY FACE. ABSOLUTELY NO PART OF HIS UGLY AS SIN PIECE OF SHIT CHARACTER DESIGN IS ENDEARING. HIS STUPID FUCKING LEGS? WHO THE HELL MAKES A SNOWMAN WITH LEGS. HIS DUMB FLAILY FUCKING TWIG ARMS? HIS SHITTY, LUMPY BASTARD HEAD? THE THREE THOUSAND PERCENT UNNECESSARY DUMBASS SHITASS FUCKING SNOW BUCK TOOTH THAT NO SNOWMAN HAS EVER FUCKING HAD IN THE HISTORY OF GOD’S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? GOD, I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM SO MUCH. SO FUCKING MUCH. EVERY TIME I SEE A STUFFED TOY OLAF OR AN OLAF GIF OR A SHITTY GODDAMN COMMERCIAL, IT IGNITES MY PRIMAL RAGE RESPONSE AND I’M OVERCOME BY THE NEED TO PUNT THIS SHITTY LITTLE HOMUNCULUS INTO THE FUCKING SUN. “BHURR BLUR, I’M OLAF THE FUCKSHIT SNOW FUCKER, I LIKE WARM HUGS”. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. YOU LOOK LIKE TOW MATER SUMMONED A PATRONUS. YOUR DUMB FUCKING TWIG HAIR MAKES YOUR WHOLE SHITTY HEAD LOOK LIKE A HAIRY SKIN TAG. I HATE YOUR DUMB FUCKING LUMPY CARROT NOSE AND YOUR STUPID, EMPTY GOOGLY EYES AND YOUR OVER-THE-TOP GOOFY ASS UPBEAT ASSHOLE PERSONALITY. ANY SCENE HE’S SAD IT INVOKES ALL THE WRATH AND FURY OF A SPOILED CHILD HAVING A MELTDOWN OVER A CHOCOLATE BAR IN A W*LMART CHECKOUT LINE. AND I KNOW ITS IRRATIONAL. THAT’S THE WORST PART. I KNOW HE’S JUST A SHITTY FUCKING SIDE CHARACTER IN A STUPID FUCKING CHILDREN’S MOVIE, I KNOW IT DOESN’T MATTER, I KNOW I SHOULDN’T CARE. BUT THAT’S PART OF THE PROBLEM. THE PART WHERE NO MATTER THE MIGHT AND FURY OF MY HATRED, THE LOCUS OF MY HOMICIDAL INTENT IS ALLTOGETHER INCONSEQUENTIAL. I FIND MYSELF LAYING AWAKE IN THE DARK IN THE EARLY HOURS OF THE MORNING CONSUMED BY THE SPIRIT OF WRATH ITSELF, ALL THE FORCE AND MIGHT OF A FLAMING HURRICANE DIRECTED AT A BOTTLE OF PISS IN A DITCH BY THE HIGHWAY. THE ABSURDITY OF IT ALL BURNS ME TO MY CORE. WHAT BETTER THINGS COULD THIS ENERGY BE DIRECTED TOWARDS? AND YET MY DISDAIN FOR THIS STUPID, USELESS, INSUBSTANTIAL FAILURE OF ENDEARING CHARACTER DESIGN UTTERLY ECLIPSES THE INTRIGUE OF ALL OTHER PURSUITS. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM ON A LEVEL OF MY MIND RESERVED FOR THE WORST OF THE WORLD’S ARRAY OF SINNERS, AND I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO JUSTIFY IT. SHITSTICK THE SNOW DICK IS, FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, THE ANIMATED CORPSE OF ALL OF HUMANITY’S SACCHARINE PRETENSES- EVERY CONDESCENDING, PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE STATEMENT OF MEANINGLESS UPPER MIDDLE CLASS SUBURBAN DRAMA DISTILLED INTO A SINGLE, HATEABLE FORM. THE FUCKING. FUCK. I HAVE NO WORDS. THERE IS NO CUSS OR EPITHET IN ANY LANGUAGE THAT CAN ENCAPSULATE THE HEIGHT OF THE EMOTIONS I AM EXPERIENCING. GOD, I HATE HIM SO MUCH. I HATE HIM SO, SO FUCKING MUCH. I WANT TO LIGHT HIS UGLY LITTLE DUMPSTER BODY ON FIRE. I WANT TO GRAPHICALLY BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH HIS OWN STUPID FUCKING NOSE. I WANT TO PUNCH HIM TO DEATH. YOU KNOW THAT WEIRD FEELING YOU GET, WHEN YOU SEE A PICTURE OF SOMETHING SO CUTE YOU FIND YOURSELF OVERCOME WITH THE BIZARRE, INEXPLICABLE URGE TO SQUEEZE IT? IT’S EXACTLY LIKE THAT, EXCEPT INSTEAD OF CUTENESS IT’S DISGUST. THE WORDLESS KNOWLEDGE THAT HIS EXISTENCE AS A FICTIONAL WORK IS EVIDENCE OF ALL THE FAILURES OF MANKIND. I FIND MYSELF POSSESSED BY THE WILL OF A HOLY ANGEL GONE ROGUE WITH THE BELIEF THAT GOD HAS MADE A MISTAKE, AND I ALONE MUST CORRECT IT. THIS IS THE TRIAL BY WHICH SAMAEL HIMSELF FELL FROM GRACE. THIS WILD, MEANINGLESS RAGE. A THOUSAND BLADES OF SHINING STEEL CAST WITH INHUMAN FORCE IN THE DIRECTION OF A PLASTIC GROCERY BAG FLOATING ON A BREEZE. WHAT HORRORS MUST I HAVE COMMITTED IN A PAST LIFE TO BE PLAGUED BY THIS TORMENT NOW? I MUST UNMAKE THIS FICTIONAL SNOWMAN.

DAVE: holy shit youre not wrong

KANKRI: I’d feel 6etter a69ut this wh9le rant if 9laf weren’t queer-c9ded. It might 6e largely the v9ice acting – the lisp, the inflecti9n especially – 6ut he’s g9t massive “harmless gay sidekick” vi6es. And if y9u’re actively critiquing that? Sure, great, g9 all 9ut. Hate wh9m y9u will. Say whatever y9u want a69ut h9w “gay” is equated with “harmless silly sidekick used f9r c9mic relief, with n9 seri9us 6earing 9n the pl9t, literally inhuman and treated 6y Seri9us Human Characters as… well, a sidekick, peripheral t9 y9ur life and safe t9 ign9re.

KANKRI: 6ut if y9u’re n9t engaging critically with that aspect 9f his character and are just 9verwhelmed with hatred whenever y9u see 9r hear 9r think a69ut the queer-c9ded character and his mannerisms make y9u feel vi9lent, that is a little 6it. Unc9mf9rta6le. At 6est.

KARKAT: WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

#submission #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #karkat vantas #dave strider #kankri vantas #mod terezi #i fucking hate frozen too so i totally get you karkat

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in the stars ✷ draco malfoy

(gif is not mine, credit to the owner) warnings / language, slytherin!reader, half blood prince setting word count / 4.6k

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Y/N LEANED AGAINST THE STONE wall outside of Professor McGonagall's classroom, like she always did, with her arms crossed over her chest as she waited for Draco to meet her outside. She'd come from her Potions class with Slughorn and she couldn't wait to tell him that she'd actually nailed her brew that day. It wasn't uncommon for her to feel lost in that class, finding herself much more adept when it came to Charms or Transfiguration, but that day was the first time in a while where she'd felt like she hadn't totally fudged everything.

She pushed herself off of the wall with a sense of eagerness when she saw Draco's head of striking, blonde hair sail out of the doors. A bright smile painted itself onto her face, expecting him to head right towards her so she could gush about her accomplishment and maybe, just maybe, get a huff of amusement from him as a congratulations, but he walked right past her. It was like he didn't even see her as he walked by, his blue eyes staring straight through her, and her smile faltered.

Sure, he'd been a little quieter than usual and they hadn't hung out outside of class as much as they used to, but he'd never blatantly ignored her like that.

It stung a little, honestly.

Shaking the confusion off of her face and unfurrowing her brows, Y/N took off after him. "Oi, Malfoy," she called and she shoved her way through the crowd of other students parading through the hallways, shooting off one cold glance after another at those who refused to budge right away. "What the hell was that, you git?" she confronted and he didn't even seem fazed. She knew bloody well that she was in earshot, but he was just shutting her out and she didn't know why. "Draco, please." She reached out and grabbed his wrist in one last attempt, hoping to get something out of him.

Before she could plead with him anymore and make herself seem even more pathetic, Draco whipped around to face her. "Bloody hell, Y/N, don't you understand that I don't want to deal with you right now?" he spat, the words biting into her skin like they had fangs, and he ripped his arm from her grasp. "Just piss off already."

After he delivered the final blow, Y/N's eyebrows lifted in shock and she stopped in her tracks. She watched him as he strode away, his black and green robes billowing behind him, and she stood frozen in the middle of the hallway. The students that she'd fought her way through before passed her by once more, some of their shoulders knocking against hers as they maneuvered themselves around her.

Just piss off already.

The words echoed in her head, even after she'd composed herself well enough to make her way back towards the dungeons.

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When dinner came around, Y/N found herself picking at the food on her golden plate, separating her mixed vegetables into individual piles almost without thinking. Usually, she'd be sat across from Draco, trying to make him laugh at one of her stupid jokes, which would normally result in him throwing a pea or two at her and rolling his eyes, but he'd been distant lately. Clearly. He hadn't even shown up to the Great Hall that night, and she assumed he was probably off doing something he shouldn't be.

He had told her weeks ago, before he'd started to pull away, that he'd been chosen to help the Dark Lord with one of his plans. He'd been sneaking away a lot, to the Room of Requirement, where he'd been working tirelessly in an attempt to repair the Vanishing Cabinet, but as far as she knew, it was all still a work in progress.

She figured that all of it must've been taking a toll on him—that he must've started to feel the crushing weight of the stress—and she wished he could understand that he didn't have to dissociate from her like he was, but Draco had never been one to seek comfort in others. She learned a long time ago that he tended to deal with things alone, even if that meant pushing away the people around him. She never thought she'd become one of those people, but here she was, going through the first day since their first year where she and Draco hadn't properly spoken, and it sucked.

Y/N still had Pansy and Blaise, both of whom she loved dearly, but talking with them wasn't the same as talking with Draco. They didn't understand her like he did, nor did they listen even half as well.

Plus, she had never spoken it out loud, but she cared for Draco much differently—much more deeply—than she cared for the other two.

A sudden pain in her side brought her out of her swirling thoughts, snapping her back into the hustling and the bustling of the Great Hall, and it took no time at all for her to realize that Pansy had just elbowed her in the ribs. "Watch it, would you, Parkinson?" she grumbled, rubbing her fingers over her side even though it had hardly hurt.

Pansy scoffed and tucked a strand of her shiny, black hair behind her ear. "Wouldn't have to if you weren't in sodding space right now. I don't think I've ever seen you so distracted," she pointed out, leaning against her sweater-clad arms which happened to have been crossed over the tabletop.

Y/N rolled her eyes and she looked over at Blaise, who bore the same nosey expression. He washed the food in his mouth down with a sip of the liquid in his chalice and he nodded his head in agreement. "Pans is right. What happened today?" he pried and he set down his fork, so he could prop one of his elbows up on the table and lean his head into his hand. "You look like a kicked pup," he added.

"Bloody Malfoy is what happened," she confessed, knowing it would be no use to hide anything from the two. They'd have bugged it out of her, either way. "I waited for him to get out of McGonagall's, like usual, and the twit didn't even acknowledge me. He told me to 'piss off', can you believe that?" She asked, rolling a couple of carrots around on her plate.

Blaise shrugged his shoulders at that and Pansy sighed. As they recalled, Draco hadn't seemed all-too-thrilled to see them lately, either. "Don't take it personally, Y/N/N. That's just Draco being Draco," Pansy promised, knocking her with her elbow again, but softer and on her bicep that time.

Blaise nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he's been a bit off with us, as well," he included, backing up the statement of the raven-haired girl. "He's been short with us all day."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at them, glancing between the two of them. "Short with you? At least he's willingly spoken to you," she bit back, harsher than she'd intended to, and a look of discomfort crossed onto her friends' faces. She felt a pang of guilt at the severity of her tone, but she pushed it down, knowing they wouldn't hold it against her. "He barely even looked at me after class. I was practically begging for his attention," explained Y/N.

Pansy managed a tight-lipped smile. "Surely, it was just the result of a bad day. I can't imagine he's seriously upset with you," she said, trying to sound reassuring, but she came off like she was trying to sound hopeful herself.

Y/N didn't buy it, though, and she shook her head. "I can't believe he's talked to the both of you today, but he chose to blow me off. He's acting like he hates me, now, but it's fine," she vented, trying to blow off some steam but the anger began to bubble up more in the pits of her stomach. How could Draco ignore her like that when she'd done nothing but walk through the fire with him? How could he be so quick to push her away when all she wanted was to help him do what he thought was best for himself? "It's just Draco being Draco, yeah?" she snapped, reiterating what Pansy had told her earlier, and she threw her silverware down onto the table. It clattered across the wood and a few of the other Slytherins turned their heads towards her to send her a glare. She looked around at the few of them, before she pushed herself into a standing position. "If you two would excuse me, I think I'm done eating," she growled.

She hadn't meant to come off as angry at Pansy or at Blaise, because she wasn't, but as she stormed out of the room, she decided she'd apologize to them both the following morning. Right now, she was too pissed off at Draco for ignoring her, at herself for not trying harder to make sure he knew he wasn't alone, and at the fucking Dark Lord for putting this sort of pressure on him in the first place. The entire situation was mad and Y/N was done with it. She was tired after worrying about Draco all day and she much preferred a night alone in the girl's dormitory to one where she picked at her food and wallowed in her own thoughts the whole time.

Her walk back to her dorm had been quiet, due to almost all of the other students being back at dinner. As she stepped into the room she shared with Pansy and a few of the other girls, she figured she had at least an hour to mope around before they all returned and disturbed the peace and quiet.

A sigh left her lips as she shrugged her robe from her shoulders, folding it neatly and setting it on her bedside table after. She ripped off every other unnecessarily difficult part of her uniform—her green tie, her sweater vest, and her newly-polished shoes—and she untucked her button-down shirt. She dropped her shoes on top of the trunk at the end of her bed, threw everything else over her robe, and when she felt like she could breathe again, she let herself flop onto her mattress.

Y/N sunk into it upon impact, relishing in the immediate comfort that it offered her, but when she rolled over to stare up at the canopy over her bed, something crumpled beneath her. She reached beneath her back and pulled out a piece of neatly-folded parchment—or at least it had been before she laid on it. She turned the paper over in her fingers and ran her thumb over the surface.

If this was another note from Millicent Bulstrode asking her to do her Charms homework, she was going to set the girl's entire mattress on fire.

When she unfolded the piece of parchment, she was surprised that she didn't find Millicent's jumbled, blocky lettering. Instead, the handwriting was long, slanted, and familiar. Considering she'd received dozens of letters from him in the past, it didn't take but a few seconds for her to identify it as Draco's.

Meet me in our spot at midnight.

Y/N's heart fluttered in her chest as her eyes flickered over his message not once, not twice, but three times, just to make sure it was actually there. Part of her wanted to rip the paper to shreds right then and there, but the other part knew that because it was the first time he'd been the one to reach out in a while, it must've been important.

Especially if he'd placed it there after what happened that afternoon.

Deciding that she would meet him when the time came, Y/N tucked the piece of parchment beneath her pillow and laid her head on top of it.

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Y/N's stomach churned as she walked up the steps to the Astronomy Tower, happy she traded her black shoes for her something with a rubber sole, or she would've been clacking the entire way up. She hugged her robe, which she'd snagged off of her table on her way out of the dorm, tighter against her body, hoping it'd be enough to trap her body heat since she'd left her sweater back in the dungeons.

As she stepped up the winding staircase, she half-hoped that Draco would be running late, so she wouldn't have to be the one to start the conversation, but her hopes dissipated when she saw him already leaning against the railing. His elbows were propped against the wood, his hands were clasped out in front of him, and his head was tilted towards the sky. His blonde hair looked almost silver in the night and the moonlight cast sharp shadows over his face, but he looked almost peaceful as he stared into the stars. She found herself wanting to stand there and admire him just as intently as he admired the night sky, because he was all-too-enchanting, but he was waiting for her.

Instead, she hesitantly walked up behind him. "Hello, Draco," she said softly and he hummed out in greeting, pushing himself off of the railing in order to face her. Despite the rockiness between them lately, she wasted no time in stepping closer to him, slotting her arms through his and wrapping them around his torso.

Usually, when she hugged him, Draco would give her an awkward pat on the back, mutter a 'that's long enough, y/l/n', and push her away, but to her surprise, he hugged her back. His arms closed around her tightly, with an intensity she'd never felt from him, and he pulled her in as close as he could to his chest. "It wasn't your fault—when I snapped at you this morning," he murmured. "A lot's been happening. I've been meaning to— I've..." he started to say something, but his words were lost in her hair.

Y/N only hugged him tighter. She ran her fingertips up and down his spine comfortingly, like his outburst that afternoon hadn't even happened, and she propped her chin up on his shoulder. "S'okay. I've missed you, too," she hummed, her stomach lurching as she did, almost nervous that she'd misinterpreted him, but he sighed against her. He seemed grateful that she knew what he meant without him having to force it out of his throat. After all, he'd never been one for sentiment. "Is everything alright?" She questioned and she softly pulled herself out of his embrace.

Y/N took to the railing, leaning against it, and Draco positioned himself next to her. He shrugged his shoulders and ran one of his hands upwards over his, carding his fingers backwards through his hair and leaving it all disheveled after he had. "Nothing's been alright for a while, now." Draco sounded so tired and dreary, and now that she was up close, she could see the purple curves of the dark circles under his eyes. She'd known that he'd been worried about everything for a while now, that the Dark Lord's task had been getting under his skin, but she hadn't realized how badly it'd been eating away at him. "I'm trying to mend the cabinet, but I can't seem to figure it out. Everyone else is on the outside and it's like I'm doing all of this alone, Y/N/N," he confessed and she fought the urge to scoop him back up in her arms again.

"I know it feels like that, but it doesn't have to. I would help you if you needed me to, you know I would," Y/N told him quietly and Draco did know that.

She was as tough as nails when you looked at her individually, but if you threw him into the mix, she would always be weak when it came to him and he knew that. He'd never admit it, but he'd always taken a sort of pride in being her soft spot. It was in times like this, though, that the title came with a price. She must've seen the conflict on his face, because she placed her hand over his softly in an attempt to comfort him.

It was there for all of a second before he ripped his hand away. "No," he told her.

"Draco, you just said—"

"Merlin, Y/N, I know what I said, but it wasn't a bloody cry for help, don't you get that?" He hissed and she flinched at the sudden change in his tone. "He gave this task to me. Me. I don't need your help, you aren't even in the cards."

"Oh, okay." When Draco saw the look that crossed onto her face, the glossiness in her eyes, and the way that her head fell forward in defeat, he wanted to take it back. He wanted to retract everything he'd said, but the damage had already been done. "I was just trying to make you feel better about it. I didn't mean to upset you," she explained quietly and he could hear the whisper in her voice as tears started to well up in her eyes. It wasn't that she was sad, but the fact that it was starting to seem like he'd only invited her there just to bite her head off again was beyond frustrating. "You really have some nerve, Malfoy," she muttered, turning her head away from him as a tear rolled down her cheek, because she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.

"Oh, don't—" he started to snap again as he pushed himself off of the railing for the second time, but he caught himself. He sighed and he held his hand out, as if to offer her comfort with a clap on the shoulder, but as he did it, he hesitated. He settled for a stiff hand on her back, instead. Her eyes were still fixated on anything but him. "Look, I know. I didn't mean it that way, alright?" He told her and his hand slid off of her when she finally looked over at him. "I meant there's no place for you in what the Dark Lord's planning. It's dangerous." He hoped she would be less angry with him after his rewording.

Draco honestly hadn't meant to make it seem like he didn't want her around, but as far as he was concerned, Y/N was pure. She might've been a Slytherin and she might've stepped on a few toes for her own benefit here and there, but she hadn't been tainted in the way that he'd been. She wasn't damaged goods. She was kind, she was intelligent, and she had goals for herself.

She used to tell him all the time how she wanted to grow up to work in the Ministry, somewhere in the third level where she could help with the regulation of magical creatures. He remembered the glint in her eyes when she used to speak of it, and he refused to be the one who took that away from her.

"So, you can put yourself at risk, but I, your best friend, can't even help you?" Y/N called him out and he turned away from her.

Draco crosses his arms over the wooden railing and stared at the dark horizon. "You deserve far better than I do, Y/L/N," he told her, but he hadn't expected her to turn around and swat him on the back of the head. He winced. "Bloody hell, do you mind?" he grumbled, reaching up to rub the spot where it stung.

She scoffed, proud of herself. "Don't speak about yourself like that, Draco," she chastised. "You're so smart and talented. Yeah, you're a prat to everyone sometimes, but I've seen the good in you. And, I know you're oblivious to it, but there's people out there that think the world of you," she told him and from the blank look on his face, she knew he wasn't buying a word that she said. She sighed and patted the railing once, to dispel the nerves that were building up in her. "I know I do."

At her confession, Draco's eyebrows lifted and he tore his eyes off of the horizon like to look at her. The sincerity on her face was so intense and she was looking at him with such ferocity glittering in her eyes. Her eyebrows were knit together, a soft crease having formed between them, and he felt a sudden urge inside of him to step forward and kiss it away, but he didn't.

He didn't, because Y/N was good. Y/N was so good and so good to him, of all people, and he never deserved an ounce of it. When it all came down to it, Draco was a traitor—a traitor to his friends and to his school. Y/N knew that and she still showed him how much faith that she had in him and who he was. Part of him wondered if she'd still believe in him like that when he completed all of the Dark Lord's wishes.

When he let the Deatheaters in.

When he killed Dumbledore.

When he betrayed her, too.

"I do enjoy it when you boost my ego, but you think too highly of me," he told her, his voice quiet.

His words were swimming with emotions—hurt, denial, and others she couldn't quite make out—and her heart ached for him. "Maybe," she admitted, but she'd never considered her opinion of Draco to be too high. In fact, she often wondered if she underestimated him. More hesitantly than she had before, she reached out to touch his hand again, and this time he let her. She smoothed her thumb over his skin. "But I've been told that the heart clouds the mind when it grows fond of someone," she whispered in another quiet confession and she could feel the way that his hand tightened on the railing.

Draco looked over at her and she was surprised to see the painful expression that had torn into his features. She could see the conflict spiraling in his eyes, his head and his heart fighting a war amongst themselves, as he shook his head softly. "What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned and it was almost like a plea, a soft begging for her to not say what they both knew that she felt.

"Well, I—" she stopped, taking his longing look in for a second longer, but she knew that this wasn't something she could keep to herself any longer. "I love you," she said and her words went off like a bomb.

"You can't love me, Y/N, don't you understand?" he all-but-shouted. "Don't you see what I've done? What I'll do?" he went on, images of the cursed necklace he'd given to Katie Bell and the bottle of poisoned mead meant for Dumbledore flashed through his mind, but Y/N seemed unfazed.

Instead of taking back what she'd said, Y/N shook her head and looked up at him. "Love is blind, Draco." She waited for a minute for him to say something, but he seemed set on just sitting in silence, letting her confession hang untended to in the air and his breathing come heavy. She waited a few moments longer, holding onto the sliver of hope that he might actually have something to say to her, but she realized after a while that she was waiting for something that'd never come. Her mood changed after that, her heart sank to her feet, and she made the sudden reconciliation that she no longer wanted to be there. She didn't want to continue to stand there, offering him everything on a silver platter, only to have him pretend like it wasn't even happening at all.

She gave his hand a soft squeeze, like a sort of farewell, and she pulled her hand off of his. She turned and began to walk away with her tail between her legs, taking a few steps towards the staircase that would descend back into the castle, but she didn't get far before Draco caught her.

"Wait," he'd called out to her so quietly that it was almost a whisper, but he practically leapt after her.

One of Draco's hands reached out to grab her by the front of her waist and spin her back around to face him, while his other hand cupped her cheek. Y/N barely had any time to register what the hell was going on before he was smashing his lips against hers, capturing them in a feverish kiss, and she hummed at the feeling of his hand slotting itself into her hair. His fingertips tangled in it and he pressed his lips harder against her own. The way he kissed her was so heavily, so needily, so desperately and his lips seemed to tell her everything that he couldn't say himself, because he wasn't good with words. He'd never been good with words. He'd always been so much better at putting his feelings into actions and she knew that.

Of course, she knew that.

She knew everything about him.

Y/N wasted no time in kissing him back in the same hungry, passionate manner, pulling him closer against her by his robes. She poured every little thought and every little feeling she'd ever ever had about Draco into the kiss and she didn't stop until both of their lips were swollen and their chests were heaving.

Draco had been the one to break the kiss, but to remain in close proximity, he leaned his forehead against her own. "I don't deserve you," he whispered when all was said and done and guilt in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

She took it upon herself to reach up with both of her hands, curving them over his cheeks, and she tilted his head down softly. "Everyone deserves to be loved by someone," she whispered and pressed the softest kiss he'd ever felt to the space between his eyebrows. "No matter what they've done." Draco crinkled his eyebrows—like he could trap the feeling of her lips against his skin there forever—and he pressed his face further into her hands.

If he was being completely honest, Draco wasn't sure what he was doing anymore. He'd already done a few questionable things and he still had a lot more to accomplish before the Dark Lord would fully accept him, but he didn't think he knew what was wrong or what was right to him anymore. He felt as though he'd lost his way, but he knew that didn't matter to Y/N. He knew that she would be there for him always, even if he took a few wrong turns along the way.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a Hufflepuff after that," he hummed, in a half-hearted attempt at a joke, and she laughed softly as he pressed a kiss into her hair.

"Oh, shut it, Malfoy," she chided and she pulled her hands off of his face. "D'you want to look at the stars a little longer?" She asked after that, reaching up to smooth out a wrinkle on his shoulder, and he nodded.

"That'd be nice," he admitted and he walked back over to the railing, part of him hoping that Y/N would stay. He let himself sigh in content when she sidled up beside him once more—her side pressing against his—because it was in these two things that Draco seemed to find his peace: in her and in the stars.

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lananiscorner · 2 years

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The Felannie Playthrough Part 22 - How Many Wyverns Does It Take To Conquer A City?

The Felix & Annette Only playthrough continues, with chapter 21, in which I have my final explore opportunities and dismantle Hubert’s reinforcements strategy with only two wyverns.

There was a special meal event in the second week, but not in the first, so I decided to battle on the first day, to get more stat boosters. Since my adjutants/bench warmers are all done, I could leave Felix and Annette stay as Wyvern Lords and just breeze through these battles. At the start of the second week, Shamir certified into Bow Knight, concluding my goal of getting everyone (except Yuri) into a master class. I explored, mostly to see if I got enough tomatoes from my experimental gardening--I got one, but I needed two, so I planted the same seeds again--and to have dinner with Mercedes/Dedue (success!) and Leonie/Lorenz (still not fully maxed out). I also hadn't done a tournament in forever, so I let Felix have this one, just for kicks. I also had my final two tea times with Annette.

To be safe, I explored in the third week too. This time, I did not get any tomato, nor did Leonie and Lorenz reach max support. I took them to choir practice as a punishment (Leonie hates choir practice) and had dinners with a few other couples. I chose to explore on the final day as well. Unfortunately, my bad gardening luck continued. I had heard stat boosters were not save scummable, but other crops are and--lo and behold--I got my final tomato! (And a Speed Carrot too!) Now I could finally finish my quest log before moving into the final map.

I also could not get Leonie and Lorenz to A+ using what meager meal options I still had left, so I decided to go fishing for an Albinean Herring for a two fish saute (which would give boosts for both the ongoing meal event and both of them liking the dish). Thankfully, my very first catch was an Albinean Herring and with one more choir practice, I finally got their A+. I had one more meal with Dimitri and Marianne, just because I adore those two almost as much as Felix/Annette, then decided to call it a day.

Hilariously, pretty much everyone Byleth could have romanced was part of another non-Byleth pairing I had been aiming for, so she ended up paired up with Sothis again. I decided to redistribute my last few stat boosters, only to find out that Annette had also maxed out her charm, so I was left with one Black Pearl. After some weapon repair and Bullion selling (with 418,932 gold Byleth is richer than I'll ever be), it was finally time for the Assault on Enbarr. Here are the stats/skills/weapons I went into battle with:

As for the map itself, this one starts out very hectic in solo runs, because you need to run back and forth between the left and right for a few turns to make sure nobody kills Byleth and/or Dimitri (depending on who your solo character is). With two people it was much easier, although there were still a few sweat breaking moments, such as Annette missing a 96% hit on a Wyvern Rider in range of Byleth (she got him on the second hit, thank the goddess) and a Fortress Knight landing a 12% hit on her. I also recommend not killing the enemy using the fire orb until you have collected both chests, because killing her will spawn thieves that will try to run for the treasure (hilariously, if you get both chests first, the thieves won’t spawn, but the camera will still pan over to where they WOULD spawn, only to reveal empty streets). Near the end of the map, I parked Annette on the Warlock respawn tile to stop being pestered by Warlock reinforcements every other turn, while Felix took down the last flying beast and Hubert.

Only one final map left to go...

#Fire Emblem: Three Houses #FE3H #FE3H Felannie Playthrough #them stats on my battle couple...

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tangledinmdzs · 3 years

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Hi! I hope you don't already have too many requests, I don't want to add on if you do, but, could you do something where one of the mdzs characters hugs the reader from behinds and says something? thank you! I love your blog!

hi there!

thank you for your consideration; i have quite a few requests on my end and i’m a slow writer usually so it takes a bit for me haha. (and my new semester has just started so goodbye to freedom~)

this feels like a very fluffy reaction and i will try send out the same vibes

thank you all for your patience, as i steadily get to everyone’s asks :)

here’s to your request~

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Lan Wangji

you’re holding a little bunny in your arms

and this was an unusual feat in and of itself

you’ve always been scared of holding the little critters

with how they tend to flail and jump and skitter in anyone’s arms (besides Lan Wangji’s)

but today

you’ve somehow manage to coax a small bunny into your awaiting arms with an enticing carrot

you smile down at the baby bunny, wishing you had more hands so that you can hold, feed and pet the cute creature all at once

but watching the fluffy snow white bunny nibble and chew at the treat in from your hand while snuggling into the crook of your arm warms you enough

and it keeps your attention wholly

so you don’t even notice that someone has come up behind you until an arm holds your waist, and another long white sleeved arm comes up and warps around the arm holding the bunny

you startle, nearly dropping the fluffy bun if it weren’t an arm that comes up to hold you closer

you turn to the side and look up, getting a close up of Lan Wangji’s ever serene profile

you let out a soft breath turning to look back down at the bunny

luckily it continues you nibbling, undeterred by the commotion of its handlers

“you scared me,” you mention quietly to the person behind you

Lan Wangji huffs a gentle laugh against the side of your cheek

“you looked so peaceful, i didn’t want to disturb you,”

and you can’t tell if Lan Wangji is saying that to you or the bunny that’s slowly getting sleepier in your arms

luckily you get a clarification when there’s a soft kiss pressed against your temple moments later

Xue Yang

steam billows up from the big pot that you’re brewing

the midday sun is high in the sky

and it’s way pass the time that Xue Yang was supposed to be home (from wherever it was that he went) to have lunch with you

and although living with him for the past few years has shown that both of you are both not timely in any fashion,

you wonder why he is so immensely late today

you sigh into your pot, stirring a bit of the soupy broth before kneeling down to blow out the fire

maybe he’ll be home when you’ve finished setting the table

with that thought, you put out the last lingering flames

you get up grabbing the bowl in your side and begin to ladle the soup in

you’re so preoccupied by your thoughts you don’t even hear the door of the house open

you’re lucky the bowl doesn’t spill with how hard you jumped at the arm that wraps around your lower waist

and the chin that rests on your shoulder

“something smells really good,” Xue Yang comments, and you can feel the smile on his face with how his chin digs into your shoulder

“say something else before you hug me like this, i could have dropped the soup!” you tell him

he just smiles wider, hand warm on the side of your waist

Jiang Yanli

“oh! y/n!”

for a little woman like Jiang Yanli, she sure did have some strength

you didn’t have time to turn around to greet her before she’s thrown her arms to hug around your waist, wrapping around you

“yanli,” you say, with a smile, because this was an interesting predicament that you were both in and definitely not something that her husband would be happy with

“Jiang Yanli! why do you always hug your friends like that!”

you roll your eyes at Jin Zixuan’s voice echoey in the distance

“jie, he really hates it whenever you hug me like this, especially in public,” you tell Jiang Yanli once you’ve managed to turn around to actually see her

though your arms are still held within each other’s

Jiang Yanli does a funny little shrug

“we’ve been like this since we were young girls, nothing is going to change that,” Jiang Yanli assures you

“even if all of the sect leaders say that it’s ‘no very lady like’?”

“nope,” Jiang Yanli reassures you,

the squeeze of her hand is warm against yours

Wen Qing

you’re staring off into the distance, the hilly mountainous view before you seeming vast and unfathomable

the wound wrapped around your abdomen stings despite the care that it’s received

just the thought of traveling with such an injury pains you more than when you had been stabbed

you wonder when you would be finished with this burden

when you would stop being a burden to other people as well

you’re bit overwhelmed with your emotions, which makes you stumble slightly

but arms come to wrap around you, a warm comforting presence

you take in a deep breath,

the wind rustles beside you both

Wen Qing’s presence you know well

even when she isn’t speaking

but somehow, her single word still surprises you

“stay,” Wen Qing tells you, voice as soft as the wind

“just stay”

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