#from anu's quill

[quillsanddaydreams]

that homely feeling

sirius black x reader

—author’s note: this came quite out of the blue but I love the general feeling of this! It's short, but I hope you enjoy<3

—warning(s): mention of food, gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren’t used).

—word count: 332

The hinge of the the door creaked as Sirius push his weight through. His eyes had dark patches underneath and all he wanted was his bed, however unkept he left it in the morning. Groaning, he cracked his shoulders, removing his coat that stinked of firewhiskey. He couldn’t help but wonder how it caught that scent— it had been months since he did much as touch alcohol. Perhaps his visits to his old pal, Marvis.

When he looked up, he felt lighter than he did all day. You. Smiling at him like that. He couldn’t help him own lips turning up muttering a silent, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you said just as softly, moving towards him. “You look tired.”

Sirius let out a small chuckle.

“I am tired.” He paused. “Working at the ministry isn’t as fun as I thought as a kid.”

You hummed, your hands reaching his shoulders making him release an indulging sigh. Your eyes twinkled. Kneading the muscles there, you worked your hands around his back in slow but tight circles, watching his eyelids flutter close. It was as if he’d fall asleep right then if you’d simply let him. The dinner you had prepared for the two of you popped up in your mind, it would have to be eaten in bed now you supposed.

Your face burned up at the thought of feeding him instead. Damning your heart you mused whether you’d ever become used to being so… intimate. You had after all, pinned for him too long. Way too long.

You caught him staring at you. Intensely. Your breath hitched.

“What?” you muttered. Sirius chose to smile.

“Just wondering how I got so lucky,” he said, eyes beaming. Letting out a laugh you gave his shoulders a final squeeze, letting go.

“You sure keep on finding ways to give me butterflies…” You pecked his lips. “Go on, I had the bath ready for you. Maybe we could have the dinner in  bed today.”

“That would be perfect.”

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @anuwrites​ ​ which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

⟨⟨REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE APPRECIATED⟩⟩

#sirius black #sirius #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius x you #sirius black x y/n #the marauders #sirius black angst #hp #harry potter #sirius fanfiction #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fluff #from anu's quill

[booklindworm]

Amatakka word list, part 2

an-umakkar - rainstorm (a Tatooine word) (not gendered) [fialleril, May 03, 2017]

anya - 1 shadowy freedom, secret freedom (not gendered) [conjecture re anu, yana]

anya - 2 name of a member of the Darklighter family on Tatooine, Anya Darklighter (o), a cousin of Biggs' [ANH novelization]

apalu - dry, dried, arid (not gendered) [BLW]

aplutu - aridity, drought (not gendered) [BLW]

ardis - ardees, a drink made by Jawas (weirdly popular throughout the galaxy) (not gendered) [AotC //translation by BLW]

-a - regarding the speaker, "mine" (a little child saying amu-a, my mom) [Ben Naasade: Remembrance]

ar - great, mighty (not gendered) [conjecture re: ar-amu]

arint - ant, ants (n) [BLW]

arlei - great dragon, great snake, great serpent, the image of a dragon (n) [BLW]

arorul - Aro'ruul, herdbeasts with long quills from Sriluur (n) [Lords of Nal Hutta //translation by BLW]

arro - black melons that grow in the Jundland Wastes (not gendered) [From a Certain Point of View //translation by BLW]

aru - greatly, very, lot (not gendered) [BLW]

attana-kassu - niece, literally sibling-daughter (f) [fialleril, January 10, 2017]

attana-noma - nephew, literally sibling-son (m) [fialleril, January 10, 2017]

attana - of a sibling (from attan, sibling) (not gendered) [conjecture re attana-vikka]

attan, attan-ki - sibling (n) [fialleril, January 10, 2017]

attana-vikka - nibling, literally sibling-child (n), (o) [fialleril, January 10, 2017]

attanda - elder sibling (n) [fialleril, January 10, 2017]

attani - younger sibling (n) [fialleril, january 10, 2017]

attan-ka - sibling (f) [conjecture re attan]

attan-ke - sibling (o) [conjecture re attan]

attan-ku - sibling (m) [conjecture re attan]

azu - seed, pod (not gendered) [BLW]

bakkru - bakkru (not gendered), a dance that doubles as a form of wordless communication [fialleril, february 20, 2017]

balott - bloddle, a tasty vegetable grown in underground hydroponic gardens and used to enhance the flavor of other foods (not gendered) [SW Galaxies // translation by BLW]

banta - 1 bantha, a large ungulate herbivorous herd beast, with sharp, spiraling horns and a thick, long pelt (n) [ANH //translation by BLW]

banta - 2 Bantha, a character from Ekkreth stories, known for her immense strength (f) [DAV 4 - The Slave Who Makes Free]

banta-shihr - meat from banthas, thus basically Tatooinian space!beef, used eg in jerky, steak, and burgers (not gendered) [SW Galaxies //translation by BLW]

bantiskar - blood from banthas, can be extracted without killing the beast and thus a stable in Tatooinian diet (not gendered) [SW Galaxies //translation by BLW]

ba - or, either … or [conjecture re dukkra ba dukkra]

bashmu - viper, venomous snake (n) [BLW]

beht - mine (not gendered) [BLW]

beht tabti - salt mine (not gendered) [BLW]

bek-nalu - soul-touch (not gendered) [fialleril, December 23, 2016]

bek - touch, connection (not gendered) [conjecture re bek-nalu]

bentu depuraak - reckoning of the slavers, a secret holiday (not gendered) [fialleril, January 12, 2018]

bentu - judgment, justice or reckoning (not gendered) [fialleril, January 12, 2018]

berim - song, melody (not gendered) [conjecture re: beru]

beru - 1 name of a small white flower growing in the shadows on Tatooine, the beru flower, also known as desertstar (not gendered) [Naasade DS 17 Ripples]

beru - 2 first name of Beru Whitesun (f) [ANH]

beru - 3 singer (n) [fialleril, December 05, 2017]

beru - 4 slang for a surgeon who takes out slave-chips (n) [fialleril, December 05, 2017]

bikkan - 1 guardian, guard, protector (n) [BLW]

bikkan - 2 Amatakka name of Biggs Darklighter: Bikkan Yanome (m) [ANH //slight changes by BLW]

binut - fish-eggs (not gendered) [BLW]

bishneq - Bishnq Oasis, the place where Anakin finds (and slaughters) the raiders who tortured his mother (not gendered) [AotC //translation by BLW]

bliel - non-Amatakkan word for a gooey, tasty beverage available at several cantinas on Tatooine (not gendered) [TPM novelization]

bliel tavru - ruby bliel, a favorite of young Anakin and Kitster (not gendered) [TPM novelization //translation by BLW]

bokanok - Huttese ale (really bad beer) (not gendered) [MedStar I: Battle Surgeons //translation by BLW]

bomlu - bargain, from Jawaese bom'loo (not gendered) [BLW]

bora - hope, yearning, wish (not gendered) [BLW]

burt-nunu - fish-pond (not gendered) [BLW]

burtu - pond (not gendered) [BLW]

cadralthin - cadril chili, a very spicy and hearty stew made of whatever's available (not gendered) [fialleril, january 02, 2017]

cadril - chili pepper or a spice-mixture using chili peppers (not gendered) [fialleril, january 02, 2017]

cami, camie - 1 watchful, vigilant (not gendered) [BLW]

camie - 2 name of Camie Marstrap, sister of Windy "Starkiller" Marstrap and wife of Laze Loneozner, all of them childhood friends of Luke Skywalker [ANH]

chel - adventure, quest (not gendered) [conjecture re: chelii, chelik-ta]

chelii - escapee, runaway slave, adventurer (n) [fialleril, May 20, 2016]

cheliika - escapee, runaway slave, adventurer (m) [conjecture re: chelii, chelik-ta]

cheliike - escapee, runaway slave, adventurer (o) [conjecture re: chelii, chelik-ta]

cheliiku - escapee, runaway slave, adventurer (f) [conjecture re: chelii, chelik-ta]

chelik - escape, running to freedom, quest for a new life (not gendered) [conjecture re: chelii, chelik-ta]

chelik-ta - house or stop on the freedom trail (not gendered) [fialleril, May 20, 2016]

#amatakka #conlang #wordlist #star wars #my headcanons #Double Agent Vader #Ben Naasade Saga

[multi-muse-transect]

Revised Muse Bio: Genis-Vell (MCU)

Name: Geheneris Hala’son Genis-Vell

Age: Late 50’s or 60’s (decreased aging)

Series: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Faceclaim: Steven Yeun(Earth-199999)

Names:

-Captain Marvel (currently)

Affiliations:

-Kree Starforce (formerly)

-Ravagers (formerly)

-New Avengers

Description: Born and raised in Hala, Genis was expected by all of the Kree to be the greatest as his family was known to play a big role in Kree history and society since they were born from the first of them named Hala aka the first accuser. He lived a relatively normal life until it was changed when he was diagnosed with a Kree disease called the blackened much to his family’s shock. His mother and Kree Spy, Mar-Vell, discovered that tesseract radiation can starve off the disease as Genis came back to earth every four years using the pod used to house Steve Rogers. There Genis fell in love with Earth as he felt like he can be himself and learned many things there and it seemed the family was gonna have a happily ever after. Genis soon became friends with an unnamed blonde girl in a carnival after he begged his mom to go when the two rode on bumper cars and warned her to slow down. He did hear a name from her father calling her Carol.

He also became friends with Isaiah Bradley too who found him a bit odd but became close companions alongside his mom. Genis’s happy life on Earth ended when a Black Widow found out about his family’s identity and intercepted the location of their experimentation sight with his older sister coming for the first time. Said Black Widow set off a bomb with a young Genis absorbing the energy and survived but his life changed as undercover Russian operatives began to breach the place resulting in him losing full control of his powers. Horrified at what he’s done-Genis flew uncontrollably out of Earth’s atmosphere and crashed in Seknarf Nine where he met the reclusive and renowned Lady Hellbender who has retired from her life of hunting dangerous beasts. Hellbender took Genis under her wing and trained him how to use his powers but kept saying that he wasn’t ready at all much to his annoyance and chagrin at the same time.

Hellbender’s castle came under attack by a cartel that was after her for her mistakes as she told the young Genis-Vell to fly away for her wasn’t ready yet at all. Genis did as he was told and flew off while Hellbender fought off her assailants then landed on Contraxia and ran into Yondu Udonta. Yondu took Genis under his wing and introduced him to Peter Quill as the two became best friends and troublemakers at the same time. But despite being a Ravager, he still helped people which annoyed Yondu and made marvelous spectacles with his powers thus earning him the name “Captain Marvel” which he embraced with pride. Genis soon discovered about Peter’s induction into the Ravagers and reported it to Starak Ogord resulting in Yondu’s exile from the Ravagers. Yondu lambasted Genis for his actions resulting in him being thrown out of Clan Udonta. Genis wandered the galaxy as a lone hero and learned various worlds and ran into Carol who was Vers during a battle against Skrulls and saved her with his powers having an effect on her.

Genis soon became romantically involved with Valkyrie when he was staying in Sakaar and then moved in with her in the process thinking of perhaps having a normal life….until he found out about her line of work which was capturing dissenters for the Grandmaster resulting in both a messy breakup and Genis attempting to kill the Grandmaster only for Valkyrie to use a ship that rammed him up into the devil’s anus leaving him in space. He later met Lady Sif who he also became romantically involved soon enough repeating the same story with Valk with Genis wanting to move to Asgard much to her family’s disdain since he was a Ravager. But the two drifted apart due to their line of work, Sif was a warrior loyal to a country and Genis was a wandering hero. He wandered the galaxy once more and ran into Carol who introduced herself as Vers as they haven’t properly met and with nowhere else to go, joined the Kree Starforce in the same team as Carol. The two became romantically involved after multiple missions together but he felt like something was wrong with his life with her and Kree life in general, he soon discovered the truth after a conversation between Yon-Rogg and Minn-Erva much to his horror and sought to tell Carol…only to disappear without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, Genis found himself in a mental institution where the doctor claimed that his name isn’t Genis-Vell but really Walter Lawson and that he’s here recovering from a mental breakdown after his killing his wife Carol for killing his kids. He said that Walter has some kind of disorder that makes believe that they’re superheroes or otherworldly beings to cope with loss and started a session with him and another patient, Wanda Maximoff.

Personality: Genis is known to be a loving and carefree Kree who cared about others almost all the time much for Yondu and Peter Quill’s annoyance yet he showed a reckless side to himself because of his powers which he uses at a limited time as he sees them as a blessing and a curse because of what happened. Genis is defined also by his family code and that code is that the galaxy should always be protected no matter what race, he despised the Kree-Skrull War and disobeyed orders. He also didn’t like being revered as a god which disturbs him to no end while also being wise as well due to his past experiences. Another aspect of him is that he’s known to be extremely sassy and sarcastic, often teasing other heroes like Namor who he calls Mr. Nimbus and is extremely knowledgeable of other planets as he keeps a journal.

The Kree is also very wise as well using knowledge to avoid or resolve conflicts. He used the pass code the Skrull spies use to trick them into thinking he’s one of them and tries his best to appeal to Namor at times. He’s known to be sort of the “cool dad” of the New Avengers getting along with mostly all of them albeit there’s a bit of a fracture between him and Yelena. The most notable relationship he has is with Carol Danvers as the two knew each other since they were children, it is implied that it’s romantic in nature as well which Kamala teases her for it. Though there is a bit of a violent side of Genis, especially when he nearly curb stomped Peter Quill in self defense. Genis in his Ravager years was a far different person which compared him to an honorable thief and a rogue with a heart of gold yet was cocky and arrogant preferring to solve his problems using his powers which annoyed Yondu.

But Genis always followed the Ravager code hence why he reported Yondu to Starak and hasn’t regretted a thing until Yondu’s death. Genis’s relationship with Yondu and Peter Quill was complicated as he saw Yondu as a father knowing he couldn’t live a normal life anymore back at Hala but it all changed when he learned from Peter Quill about how he was taken. He also considered Peter Quill his best friend and closest thing to a brother as well until his betrayal but showed no remorse for telling Starak cause it was the right thing to do and told him that to find his own path and live like a man instead being a thief which those words stuck to Quill years later. Afterwards Genis became a wandering hero that helped others for free but felt lost and alone until he met Valkyrie who became his first girlfriend as the two fell in love until he found out what she’s been doing leading to a deadly fight where he was shot out into the Devil’s Anus and fell in love with Sif who he dated for years but their paths were different resulting in a break up as he dedicated himself to protecting everyone while Sif was dedicated to protecting Asgard. The theme of Genis and his tragedy is that he sacrifices everything for the greater good, he sacrificed his friendship with Peter Quill, his relationships with Sif and Valkyrie and his father-son bond with Yondu and nearly his own life as well resulting in those years hardening and humbling him into a better person. This caused him to join the Starforce as he had nothing to lose until he realized that he has something to fight.

Powers And Abilities

Flight

Photon blasts

Energy absorption

Heat generation

Binary form

Skilled marksman

Multilingual

Skilled guitar player

High knowledge in Earth history

#mcu rp #marvel rp #revised bio #genis vell

[s-lurm-blog]

The Confessions of Saint Augustine: Pt I

Great art Thou, O Lord forgiveth me. Great is Thy power. And Thy wisdom infinite. Forgiveth me thine Lord. In the dubious chambers of self-disclosure, I, the rogue, doth confess with a quill dipped in mischief and a heart tainted with impish delight. Prepare thyself for a tale of transgressions… O Lord. Strike my wicked soul down, as I bend from the knee and hip. And pucker thine ripe anus for Thee. To receive Thy graces O Lord. Thou busteth in me, washing away the trickles of defecation that coats my hole, like a thick wool covers an old sheep. Great Lord. The Gordian knot of hair, untied by your sword of immeasurable power, entering my tainted behind. I offer my anus to Thine will. And for now, this entry must end. As I have soiled thine garbs. Amen.

[whatinthewind]

Objectways

The object is an imprint, texture of labrador fur, shape of cut toenail, multiplying by

streching deathpowered steeltendrils across lichen-covered stones and attaching objectself

on all sides of each individual molecule.

Lichen breaks into pyramid shapes hard like compressed fabric small like sandgrains and scatter

spiralpatterned till raw rocksurfaces outwardsness.

Stonesurface infected with cancerous machinery, a human rectums total volume in salt

condensed to diameter of leukocyte covered on all sides by hypodermic legs rotating 

on cogwheels.

Rifts of cancerous infection draw deeper rockinto

and widerspread: hypostasis of rock and object. 

"Savior of all inanimate kind!"

Realityback with sleepjerk hand coffeescalded up and outdoor westward and ever cosmic

sleepmachineryeruption of pain and antidote, stillbirth on picnicblanket.

"Pigsty Neptune! Graveyard Saturn! Bordello Mercury! Oh, Earth, our telegraphic savior:

On heavenbound invasive species stillbirthmachinery outeastwardsslightlynorth to celibate destructive infection. Rock pierced hypodermic arrow shot from unakite bow, stainless hedgescissor cutting mansized larvae.

 Ghosts of insects lost at sea, crabcarcasseater, “in memory of those loved and hated."

A tree rained dreamspores and when they touched the molecular darkness the object found a way in.

A woman stared blankly into the darkness and didn’t notice the object entering through her gaze, molecular castration and darkness forever. It layered itself chessboard with all her molecules. She walked for 25 years after that, pyramids in the brain travel and spread

spores: garden of the eternal, damned world.

"Get this object away from my molecules!"

Everfeared cry of the compromised. Even animals speak when objectsick.

Donkeyurine and risenchristpowder ablution, expiation of kyrialescribe pawned objectwards

boardflipped moleculecutter carcasseater.   

"Cum jubilo!"

One verse one sound one touch one clench one gaze.

"Stelliferi conditor orbis!"

Quill with maggot-teeth-end dipped in black insectslurry.

"Moleculegod condition me! Crawl off that cross and carve from me a knife to cut cosmic dreams!!"

Object disguised as crown of thorns. Thornycrown theater mischief. Blood on forehead now dried: tears still flowing.

"Crawl faster! I need my heavenboundedness steelstrong gripped like wings." 

The object molecular sidebysideness. 

"Cuntypotency Genital Anus!"

Godecule errplaced sidebysidecule. Molded by tendrils, deathdestroyed.

Moonmotions roundedness heavenboundedness siltrealm. Crepgayscular, nighthomo masturbation roundedlessness motion.

Carnival stiltrealm. Moon siltrealm.

Objectways stillsensesatiety moved realm to a moving clockface outwardlymasturbatory, grained like sandgrain,

saintways stiltsucker punchcunt moonchild.

 "Killed cockend, dropdeaded demoneyed realmcarcass."

Tendril split urethra. Deathsucker splitflesh animator. 

"A dog is dreaming. I explain the dog. The dream is my explanation."

Dreamwish objectdestroyer. Cockball knifesplit. Tincaneatery unakite teethformed smile. 

A smile like conifer. Each bite one hundred wounds.

Chalcedonyblade moleculesplitter, categorical grid-de-maker and objectcutter. 

Sunset magnetism. Scorched lands sadistic intent. Masochism sunmooncycle magnetblocker nightness suddengone.

Cyclic spiraltime, unknown depths. 

Suddenly an anomaly in the pattern. “Chromatic sequence, vertical dissonance,

horizontal consonance. Sex magic at work."

Object lost: unknownorigindream.

Novascribe siter of staralignment, necrotic galaxy on course

with fragile machinery of light and darknesslessness. 

Knifewielder dreamless sleepwalker. Instrument of hollowcipher: unakite frogpoisonblade.

"Cut a nazi throat! Cut nazi scumsucker of earth silteater! Rite of knife to nazi eye."

Eftsoons sorrow. Westering peregrinate. Ylemrealm; succedaneum for fallen leaves and mirrorshards.

Insects westering feedingpath, knifesplit carapace and dream in molecular heaven. Ylemdestruction by cuntpunch and sorrowdeath by tendril.

Necrotic consonance. Picnicblanket washed by blood and semen. Rottingchristdust in volcanic stillbirthsequence. Saviorsuccedaneum housefly hammered to table.

“Blue like how the sea is blue. And deep like how my ass is deep. Cogwheel Saturn and plutonic dissonance. Symbolic death by volcanic machinery. Stillbirthed dreams, origin of unknown planetwaves.”

Crucifixions of common housepests. Existence and exitsense. Confessions of clergy, calloused knuckles, singed whiskers, and limp swords dancing in sardonic masturbatory relief. Social upheaval for the sake of limestone pages, described by automatic sequential realism, scribbled like penhanded Twombly falling down a crack in a mountain.

The symbolic unto itself.

The masturbatory unto cumself.

The crucifixion unto ourselves.

The planetwaves unto realmself.

The carcass unto seabedself and original sky poetry like rotations in love and hatred.

Eating itself from back to front. The deep ass and the rotating cogwheels absorb dust of fallen prophets. Pure light stillbirthed. Impure darkness, raised with sardonic and cannibalistic affectations, public discourse and drugfueled, peregrinate rhythm of scribblings in cosmic collision course.

Crabcarcass, eaten like solar flares. 

The oceanic rhythms cascading sequences for nails in handedness.

Unoceanic, festering, westering, perspiring crepusculation.

Twilight twas two towering twats twofor twerrible townships.

Foreign origin, forensic originality, foresworn loveship. 

In eftsoons as sorrow sacral bonding and westering skeletal roll.

In erstwhile cadence, a sequence of trickery and malice.

“Hear what I’ve unheard.”

“Touch what I’ve untouched.”

The windows

separating pollen

and birdsongs

from my insular

war with myself.

The longing gaze of one avian to another wingspread beast of the rapids of the Sundownlands.

How the snow falls, it fell so close to the area of inexistence.

Inside the outside. The realm of skin and pollen.

Harken to symbolics, harken to sutures.

Stitched dreamsymbol, surrogate pasttimes.

Surroundings, limestone pageturner, scribbled ablution and ascentionofchristpowder.

One hundred insects crushed in oceanic dreamrite.

“The eyes of nazis becomes unto itself a target for stabbings”

Watching the blade glide close to iris, sober realisation that no cogwheel will turn onto you or any mountain you climb. This mountain I unclimb, this beach I ungrain, this water I unwet.

Saffrondreams and greenpaths to the next cog in cogwheelsequence.

#poem #poetry #original content #original poem

[octoshott]

Rufus 63, Luther 49 and 24 and 52, Taeral 11 and 15 lmao, Quill 56

houuugh boy thank you my love!! lets see here.

Rufus:

63: Which party member would they pull a prank on? Who would they plan a prank with?

Oh this is a good question for Rufus hough boy lets see here. I feel they'd avoid doing anything harmful even prank wise to Anu for the most part, so I honestly feel like their primary target would honestly be Wilke, sorry Wilke.

Rufus pranks aren't too bad, they like playing really REALLY harmless shit like you know that spongebob meme about the ice thats their kind of prank. Or "hey did you know gullible is written on the ceiling" type deal, nothing that would actively cause any serious harm. They've played pranks on the past on their mother and those dipped more into the "Hey Rufus what the fuck" kind of energy. Though thinking about this they might pull the gullible is written on the ceiling thing with Anu too.

Planning a prank with? It'd have to be Chantrell and or Wilke for sure, they feel Wilke could probably do a good enough prank but make sure its not steered in a too harsh direction. They don't really know Chantrells vibe to much but they can assume that maybe! she might be really good at pranks! who knows! Might be the best pranker Rufus has ever met!! Gotta get to know the party more to know that though ;3c

Luther:

49: Do they talk to themselves?

Yes. Especially when they're working on something that's kind of frying their brain a bit. Luther tends to speak outloud if they're alone or under their breath if they're with someone. Things like "Hoookay Luther, okay, lets think for a second here bud."

If they're working out something like a math problem they'll mutter the numbers under their breath or if they're writing something out that they need to remember while doing so they'll mumble but you got to get them in a real muddled mindset to outright speak outloud.

24: What’s a controversial food opinion they would have?

Banana Peppers go with everything and that's just a fact of life. I don't know what their deal is with specifically peppers but Luther is the kind of person to snack on banana peppers like its nothing, he could eat a whole bag of the things; especially if they were dried and dipped in cinnamon (do not ask). Boy just likes his peppers and he feels they compliment most if not every meal; they not too hot, they have just the right amount of crunch, they're good.

I don't know how controversial this is but this is just from being raised by chefs himself but leaving food without seasoning is a fucking sin in his household, you have to have SOMETHING on that meal. You gotta! Even if its just a bit of salt! He understands some folks stomachs aren't built to deal with very intense spices but at least add a lil pinch of something in there while you're cooking!

52: If your character was under quarantine, what type of quarantine person would they be? (Productive? Hobbyist? Lazy?)

Hmnnn. Being under quarantine I feel would stress Luther out a good chunk and he'd start becoming heavily productive out of habit before burning himself out and becoming lazy and tired. Luther has a lot of issues with easily burning himself out on projects and things he wants to work on so in a space where he can't exactly go outside or do too much he'd feel like "oh this is the perfect time to do that!" and then. struggle. SO fucking bad after totally burning himself out. Walks would certainly help him though, he needs breaks in between his own little projects or else he'll struggle to return to them.

Taeral:

11: How does your character blow off steam?

Hough Boy. Writing to Idall would be a good one, he tries to avoid doing this because it feels like an invasion of privacy sometimes, its hard to tell; he doesn't quite know if his patron sleeps being inside a book and all but sometimes Idall responds and it has drawn him back; its very common for Taeral venting to turn to a quiet and more comfortable conversation between the two which Taeral appreciates. Idall often treats his strifes or things that are genuinely stressing him out with genuine care and interest which, even though Taeral doesn't come to him too often out of nerves and feeling bad about it, surprises him every single time.

But the main one would be honestly going for walks and skipping stones. It's a little hard to skip stones over the ocean due to these pesky things called waves so he likes to take a fairly long walk to a small lake that rests about 2-3 hours away from where he lives and skip stones there. If he doesn't really have time to do that walking by the coast, kicking his boots off and walking down the shore with his pant legs pulled up is always a good mood boost and helps him settle. It depends on how deep the problem is with the method thats used but just throwing it in there as a relation to the ask, if something really sets Taeral off to the point where his anger boils over he usually ends up crying because he struggles to handle how he's feeling a lot of the time. Only a few certain individuals have seen him in such a state and him getting to that point would be VERY rare.

15: Describe their ideal date.

oohhhHh no this is a HORRIBLE one. Taeral is a hopeless romantic, his ideal date would be going to a restaurant and being able to treat his partner to good food and afterwards go on a walk, somewhere where they can be alone and Taeral can genuinely appreciate and talk to this person... though if you really can get through to him, he'd take you to the beach and talk to you about how the waves are so in yet out of sync, he'd tell you to watch the way they lap at the shore so desperate to reach and drive the tide in further but theres always a respectable distance. It's a joint effort to make sure the beach isn't flooded on both ends.

He'd want to play around with you, dance with you and tell you how pretty you look. The stars keep trying to best you but they just burn out before they can even get close to how stunning and breathtaking you are. Real fucking hopeless romantic.

Quill:

56: If your character had wings what would they look like?

It's a little silly but black swan wings! Ones that would curve around her arms consistently. She'd be able to tuck them against her back but the most comfortable position would be framing her, just ever so slightly curved! She'd fucking hate having wings though.

#these were fun and taerals made me FUCKING SAD MAN #my ocs #dnd #quill #quill hickory #luther knox #luther #rufus #rufus vow #taeral #taeral fenrir #taeral is. a fucking idiot.

[nah-she-didnt]

Toujours Aimé

Read on AO3!

Four fifteen year olds, a bottle of fire whiskey, quill ink, and a sewing needle do not mix well together. 

**Disclaimer:** sitck and poke tattoos scare the shit out of me and I only vaguely know how they work, so kids, don’t try this at home! And definitely don’t let a fifteen year old dumbass (affectionate) sitck and poke you in the woods with only fire to sanitize... 

--

“OUCH!” James yelped dramatically. 

“Hold still!”

“I can’t! You lied, you said this wouldn’t hurt a bit!” 

“I said it wouldn’t hurt that bad, you big baby. I’m repeatedly stabbing you with a needle, of course it hurts!”

“I am not a baby! I just wasn’t properly prepared for the pain and suffering that I would have to endure for this.” 

Bemused, Remus shook his head. He was trying very hard not to laugh at his friend’s surprisingly low pain tolerance, for at this moment Remus was trying to keep his hand as still as a statue has he held the needle next to James’ skin. 

“It’s a stick and poke tattoo, James,” said Remus patiently, “the stick and poke part should have been a dead giveaway. Now, will you sit still so that I can finish this?”

James sighed, slumping back against the tree stump behind him. “Alright then, just hurry up. Muggles are mad, mad! I don’t know why I ever agreed to this in the first place!” 

“Because it looks badass,” smirked Sirius, “Admit it, you’re hoping Evans will swoon when she sees that snitch across your shoulder blade when you inevitably take your shirt off in the common room gain.”

James blushed furiously. “Shut it.”

“I don’t think Evans seems like a tattoo-girl,” said Peter thoughtfully, “she’s rather uptight, wouldn’t you say?” 

“Principled,” protested James, “she’s principled, not uptight.” 

“Yeah, and her first principle is that you are an absolute git.” 

“Shut it again.” 

Remus loved nights like this. There were only two weeks left in the summer holidays, and then they would start their fifth year at Hogwarts. The lads had gathered at The Potters’ house earlier that day to set off on a muggle camping trip. They’d hiked to the top of a wooded hill for about two hours before they found the perfect spot, set up camp, and ate overcooked sausages and lukewarm beans from tin cans as the sun set. They were currently sitting around the fire passing around a bottle of Ogden’s under the vast sea of stars above. 

Sirius had brought up a tattoo a lion that he’d seen on the forearm of a man in the muggle village they passed on their hike. Remus casually mentioned the process of how muggle tattoos were performed, and before he knew it the marauders were insisting that Remus tattoo them all there and now. Once he reluctantly revealed that he did indeed have a sewing needle in his camping pack the boys were decided. 

Remus paused his poking to observe his work. He was currently working on the outline of a snitch across James’ right shoulder blade. He was pleased to note that the tattoo looked rather realistic. Remus couldn’t help but be impressed with himself, he always had a knack for drawing. 

“Peter, distract me,” panted James, still shutting his eyes tight against the prick of Remus’ needle. “Have you decided on yours yet?” 

“How about a wheel of cheese?” Sirius said seriously, putting a finger to his chin as if deep in thought, “Or, perhaps Mickey Mouse, right across your left bum cheek. That will surely impress the ladies,” 

“Shove it,” barked Peter, looking annoyed. He was a bit sensitive about his animagi form and all cheese-related humor. “I thought about maybe the Hogwarts crest? Or a ‘G’ for ‘Gryffindor.” 

Remus shook his head. “It needs to be something personal to you, something with hidden significance. It should be something only you fully understand, but that those who are close to you can recognize and appreciate.” 

“Damn, Moony,” grinned Sirius, “that was deep.” 

“I have my moments,” Remus said, blushing slightly.

“Right, I’ve picked mine then!” cried Sirius, clapping his hands together for emphasis. 

“Go on, then,” James prompted.

Sirius paused for dramatic effect, then threw his arms into the air for emphasis. “It’s going to be a wolf howling at the moon!”

There was a moment of stunned silence. Remus’ needle lay limp in his hand as he let Sirius’ pronouncement sink in.

“A wolf... You mean like a....” James began cautiously, as if he wanted to be incorrect.

“Yeah, like Moony, get it?” Sirius beamed. “You know, because if we hadn’t met Moony and -- you know -- werewolf Moony, then we wouldn’t be the marauders that we are today!” His face was starting to falter now, as if he realized that this idea was not popular among the group at large. He frowned defensively. “The secret that really drew us together, the reason we did all that damn work to become animagi last year. Don’t you guys think that’s the perfect thing to commemorate?” 

Remus’ heart had sunk into his stomach. The idea of his secret, the horror that lived so close to his surface every day of his life, would be displayed so publicly was almost to much to bear. So too was the idea that he himself was asked to etch his greatest shame onto his best friend’s skin. 

“Mate, I don’t think that’s the best idea...” said James, a warning tone starting to grow in his voice, “maybe you should pick something else.” 

“No, listen,” Sirius implored, “It’s going to be so cool. It could be like, I dunno, howling at the moon, or running through the woods, or--” 

“Tearing itself apart, alone, in the shrieking shack?” Said Remus, his expression cool. 

No one spoke. For a few moments all that could be heard was the crackling of the campfire and the rustling of the trees in the night breeze. Remus did not take his eyes off of James’ skin as he finished the last of the snitch. 

“Look, Moony--” Sirius started, then seemed to catch himself, “Remus, that isn’t what I meant. But you’re right,” he looked panicked then, “you’re absolutely right, I shouldn’t have said that. Of course you wouldn’t want that, I was just being stupid. I only meant--” 

“I know,” said Remus quickly, “I know what you meant. Let’s just drop it, alright?”

Sirius gazed intently at Remus for a beat, then nodded, “Alright, we’ll drop it.”

The four boys sat in awkward silence, watching Remus finish James’ tattoo. Once he was done, he put down the needle and stretched. “Alright, mate, you’re all set. Sorry that I don’t have a lollipop to give you for being such a good boy.” 

“A what?” Asked James, flexing his right arm after over half an hour of sitting still. 

“Never mind. Alright, who’s next?” 

Peter and Sirius looked at each other. “I still haven’t thought of anything good,” shrugged Peter. 

Sirius looked into his lap. “Yeah, well, neither have I, obviously.” 

Remus sighed. This was certainly not how he’d hoped the night would go. He started to clean the dirty needle in the campfire flames. There is absolutely no way this is sanitary, he thought to himself, these better not get infected because if James has to go to St. Mungo’s for ink poisoning his mum will murder me.

“What about Sirius?” asked James.

“What about me?” 

“No, git, what about ‘Sirius’ the star? What if you got the constellation, what’s it called again? Anus Major?”

“Canis Major,” corrected Sirius quickly, “I dunno, I suppose that could be good. But it’ll just remind me of my dear old mum and dad, and my family’s insane obsession with stars as family names.” 

“How about a beater’s bat?” suggested Peter hopefully.

“Seems a bit obvious,” shrugged Sirius. “I need something obscure, something that has meaning.” 

“Toujours aimé“ whispered Remus. 

The boys looked up. “What?” asked James. 

Remus lifted his head and looked Sirius straight in the eye. “Toujours aimé, french for ‘always loved.’ You know, a spin on that ‘toujours pur’ ‘always pure’ nonsense.” 

Sirius looked dumbfounded. He sat staring at Remus with glassy eyes as something in his head seemed to click. He then smiled wider than he had all evening.

“My god, Moony, that’s it! It’s wicked cool, a big ol’ ‘fuck you’ to mum and dad, and it’ll look great on.” Sirius hurried quickly over to take James’ place next to Remus. He rolled up his sleeve and pointed to his forearm. “I want it right along here, along my left forearm. So they’ll know there’s no room for the dark mark they surely want to put there.” 

Remus smiled at his friend’s conviction. Sirius was ever the Gryffindor. 

---

Several hours later Remus lay wide awake staring at the roof of the tent. He’d tattooed ‘Toujours Aimé’ down Sirius’ left arm as requested. He’d chosen a simple yet elegant cursive for the font, and shaded the letters so that they seemed to pop against his soft skin. Remus shook his head vigorously. He had to stop thinking about how soft his best mate’s skin was. Or how his forearm muscles clenched as Remus stuck the needle into his skin over and over again. How Sirius would wince at the pain, sucking in a sharp breath so close to Remus’ ear--

“Remus?”

Remus started out of his memory. Sirius was sitting up on his elbows, looking at him from across the snoring forms of James and Peter. 

“Yeah?” 

“Are you awake?”

“Nope, just a perceptive sleep talker.” 

“Ha. Well, I can’t sleep with these trolls. Fancy a walk?”

Remus nodded, taking care not to kick Peter in the head as he pulled on his long pants before stepping through the tent flap into the cool night air. He and Sirius fell into an easy step next to one another as they made their way back to the campfire. A few small embers still glowed in the hearth. 

Sirius looked intently at Remus. “Remus, mate, I have to say again how sorry I am. That must have been awful for you, the idea that I would put you on display like that. That I could risk your secret. I shouldn’t have said it, I just got caught up in the excitement. You know, everything we’ve achieved and everything we’ve done together. I never knew that friends like you lot were possible growing up. I still can’t believe sometimes how lucky I got when I met you... you know, uh, all of you,” Sirius corrected himself. 

Remus nodded as Sirius talked and waited until he was sure that Sirius had finished his apology. He was trying very hard not to make eye contact with Sirius for he was sure that his eyes would display the emotion he felt at Sirius’ words. He, too, had never known that friendship like this was possible. Remus had spent so much of his childhood completely without the company of anyone who could be considered a true friend. The day he’d met the marauders had changed his life. He understood completely Sirius’ hunger to brand himself with the connection they’d all forged. Finally, he smiled, looking back into Sirius’ face.

“I know all of that, mate. I know exactly how it feels. My life completely changed the day I met you -- and James and Pete, of course. I know you don’t see me as the wolf. It just throws me off, you know, every time I remember that you all know that part of me. I hate that you have to know that part,” he spat bitterly. 

Sirius put his hand on Remus’ knee. “I love that part of you. I love every part of you, Moony. You’re my best mate.” 

Remus smiled, suddenly embarrassed. “Come on, mate, be serious,” 

“I am Sirius.”

“I really walked into that one, didn’t I?” 

“Prat,” Sirius grinned.

Remus took a deep breath. “You know, that’s why I suggested ‘always loved.’ Because your parents and their mania aren’t what matter most to you. You know you would die for your friends, and that they would die for you, because the love you. Because we do, you know, love you.” 

Sirius looked into the fire now, nodding slightly at Remus’ words. Remus was sure that he could see tears forming in his friend’s eyes. Sirius sniffed loudly and slapped Remus’ knee with the hand that still lay there. 

“Come on, enough of this sappy nonsense. What say we finish off the rest of the Ogden’s and go to bed? We’ll surely have a long day of listening to James whine about his tattoo hurting all the way home tomorrow.” 

--

An hour later, when he was back in his sleeping bag, staring up at the ceiling again, Remus couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have his friends. They could have so easily denied him when they found out who he was, but instead they changed their whole lives for him. He felt his chest swell with emotion at the thought of all they’d done for him, the thought that they’d achieved the impossible for him... the thought that less than an hour ago Sirius had his hand on his knee.

Remus groaned quietly, rolling over to stuff his face into his pillow. He clearly had much bigger problems on the horizon than whether or not James got ink poisoning. f

#nina writes #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fic #remus lupin x sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black #cw: alcohol #cw: needles #tattoos #don't try this at home #poor baby bisexual remus #we've all been there budy #mine

[kenmaash]

goodbye... the end of an era.

Goodbye.

I found this channel thanks to my friend Quill around the time the “preserving ourselves in wax” video came out. I'm so glad I started watching when they showed it to me because this whole year -or around 6/7ths of the year since i’ve been here- have been truly insane and amazing. youtube had been recommending unus annus for a while but I had been avoiding the videos because I thought the title was unus anus-

ANYWAY I think my experience is a lot different from most other people who found Unus Annus because I didn't watch Mark or Ethan's channels before I watched Unnus Annus. I actually subscribed to them pretty recently (due to my heart not being able to take only this much of these adorable boys, especially eef) as opposed to many of you who've been fans for years. I really have no right to even be here, but I'm so grateful I got the opportunity to experience this amazing channel. 2020 has been absolutely insane, and I couldn't think of a better year for Unus Annus to have been in. I've never laughed as hard as I have when I watched these videos and never cried as hard as I did when they posted the "Accepting the Truth" video. I'm trying my best to save as much of this channel in my heart as possible (of course not by saving and uploading videos, I have way too much respect for Mark and Ethan to do that. I'm talking about memories, people. Memories.) I'm buying as much merch as I can afford and making as much art as my creatively constipated mind can allow. I've made so many bonds with people through this channel and it's brought light into my life when nothing else could. For most of this year, Unus Annus has been a reason for me to live, and now I can live to remember.

My dad compared Unus Annus to an ice sculpture and I think it’s one of the best Unus Annus analogies I’ve ever heard; it was made with the intent of fading away, it’s designed to be beautiful while it’s here, and it’s limited time here only adds to the beauty and meaning of it all.

We all know the day is coming when we talk about Unus Annus or wear something out with their logo and someone’ll ask "what's that?"

Something great. That's what it was. And we who have found it are truly the luckiest people in the world this year. I just want to say thank you to Mark and Ethan, even though they probably won't see this, and thank you to everyone reading this. We'll all experience the pain together tonight.

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." -Dr. Seuss

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.

#momento mori #unus annus #unus annus is over party #we were here #final goodbye #unus annus goodbye #this is the goodbye #and i want to see #MementoMori #memento mori

[drowning-in-dennor]

OPAL

[RWBY AU] Teams OPAL and FCIA clash in a sparring session! With Olene’s excellent axe skills, Feliks’ aptness at handling his sword and their teammates’ talent, who will come out on top? (To make the process of naming teams easier, Denmark has been renamed Olene, Finland has been renamed Petra and Lithuania has been renamed Casimir.)

  They’re bright.

  Unlike the drab gray of their stadium, team FCIA is dressed in vibrant colours — their leader, Feliks, in eye-catching fuschia, Casimir in forest green, Ilona in sharp crimson and Anu in brilliant azure. They’re not just cool-looking, though — Feliks and Casimir’s swords are wickedly sharp and Anu’s mech sleeve sinisterly complicated.

  At the sidelines, the judge, Basch, motions for both teams to listen. “Today’s match is team FCIA against team OPAL. Now, I invite the team leader of FCIA, Feliks Łukasiewicz, to shake hands with the leader of OPAL, Olene Dansdatter.”

  Olene steps forward confidently, nodding as she shakes hands with Feliks. “Good luck!”

  Feliks grins. “Best of luck to you guys.”

  The leaders return to their teams, and Basch raises one hand. “On three.”

  “One…”

  Petra’s hand twitches at her bow.

  “Two…”

  Agata places one hand on her sword.

  “Three!”

  Linnea pulls out her mace, and the two teams charge at each other.

  The first blow comes from Olene, who swings her axe at Feliks’ side. He somersaults out of the way and slashes at her, Dust flying out from the side of his blade. 

  As Feliks and Olene clash, Linnea makes her way towards Casimir. She fires tiny darts of ice Dust at him, ducking under his blade and pushing him away using her mace. She shoots more darts from the tip of her mace, then pushes him away again, shooting, pushing, again and again until she manages to have him slam into Ilona.

  Agata deflects dust bullets with the flat of her blade, hearing Petra’s arrow whistle past her head and jam itself into Anu’s sleeve. She reaches Anu with only one small singe on her jacket and swings her sword at her. Gleefully, Agata watches as her blade slices through the strap of Anu’s mechanical sleeve, close to the touch-screen that’s her greatest weapon.

  Then a Hard Dust sword appears in Anu’s hand and she swings at Agata. She barely dodges Anu’s blow and kicks at her sword arm, feeling the blade graze her ear.

  Suddenly, Feliks charges at Linnea with a shout, his sword slamming into her mace. Linnea just barely manages to hold on to her weapon and points the jewelled tip of her mace at Feliks, muttering a command. He just barely avoids a bolt of fire that blazes its way past his head and retaliates with a wave of arrows crackling with electricity.

  Whoosh.

  Olene’s axe flies in front of Linnea’s face and the arrows clang off them, landing on the ground in front of Linnea. “Watch out, Linn,” she says, “I won’t be around to be your knight in shining armour all the time.”

  “I don’t expect you to be.” Linnea runs off in Anu’s direction, looking back for just a split second at her teammate. “I’m not your damsel in distress, you know.”

  Darting around the stadium, Petra nocks her arrow, aiming at Casimir’s arm. She closes in, gets ready to have the arrow fly, and —

  Feliks pops out of what seems like nowhere and slams the hilt of his blade down on Petra’s head. Her Aura flickering feebly, Petra’s bow flies out of her hand as she falls and clutches her head. “Where — “

  “Invisibility!” Agata shouts, blocking one of Anu’s blows with her arm, “his Semblance, Petra. Remember?”

  Petra curses, stumbling to her feet and nocking her arrow with shaking fingers. It flies and embeds itself in Ilona’s calf.

  Ilona clutches her leg, fumbling for her dagger as she limps towards Petra. 

  Olene bolts towards her, lightning-quick with the help of her Semblance. One blow from her axe handle later, Ilona’s on the ground.

  And so’s Olene.

  Aura depleted, both Huntresses limp out of the stadium. “I forgot about your Semblance for a moment,” Olene pants, “nice work there.”

  Ilona collapses on a chair, too worn-out to speak.

  Linnea chases Feliks, jabbing her mace sharply and firing bolt after bolt of frigid darts. The thin slivers of ice cling to his coat, rendering his Semblance futile.

  when Feliks stops to catch his breath, his back covered in darts like porcupine quills, Linnea takes the chance to point her mace at the ground, whistling sharply and closing her eyes. 

  The air grows colder.

  From the ground, a troll appears, towering and wearing a dark scowl. Linnea gestures at an already-fleeing Feliks with her mace. “Go.”

  Petra fires at Casimir again, her arrow flying into her hand after every shot. With holes in his chest plate, his gauntlets and his greaves, he’s close to running out of Aura.

  An arrow to the forearm, making Casimir drop his sword, is the final blow. He thrusts out his hand at Feliks, face contorted in effort as he slumps to the ground.

  Rejuvenated, Feliks leaps up, cleaving Linnea’s phantom troll cleanly in half with his sword. Darts long-melted, he swings at Linnea and dodges her dust shots. “Thanks, Cas!” 

  From his spot in the bleachers, a beat-up-looking Casimir gives his friend a thumbs-up.

  Dart after dart flies past Feliks, never hitting their target. Linnea grits her teeth and smacks Feliks with her mace, pushing him back before a retaliating punch to the gut makes her see stars.

  She reaches a hand into her pocket — she doesn’t have any Dust left. Linnea winces as Feliks delivers a strong strike to her side, knocking the wind out of her. Feeling sick, she nods at him as she leaves the stadium with teary eyes.

  “Nice job out there.” Olene wraps an arm around her shoulders as she sits down. “Cas’ trick really screwed you over, though.”

 In the stadium, Agata charges once again at Anu, dodging shots from her Hard Dust rifle and trying to land a hit on her mech sleeve. Petra fires her arrow again and again at Feliks, dismayed as none of them hit their mark.

  “You know,” Linnea remarks, “I think FCIA’s going to win.”

  Petra staggers away from a swing, hitting Feliks with the head of her bow. As she nocks her arrow again, fingers blistered and red, she almost falls. 

  “Petra’s Aura is definitely running low.” Olene points at her, struggling to fire an arrow. “But don’t forget, Linn — Aggie hasn’t used her Semblance just yet.”

  Predictably, she falls to the ground with a weak grunt after one last arrow to Feliks’ knee, clutching her hands to her heart and nearly falling unconscious. Anu walks her to the bleachers with a sympathetic pat on the shoulders. “You were great.”

  Agata lunges at Feliks, her Aura flickering navy-blue around her as she leaps and lands on his sword. With a shout, her Aura flickers again and Agata sends Feliks crashing face-first to the ground.

  “That was smart.” Using his sword as a cane, Feliks hobbles out the stadium. “Totally a dirty trick, but smart.”

  The battle’s down to Anu and Agata, neither of whom are ready to yield. When Anu fires her Hard Dust replica of Petra’s arrows at Agata, they bounce off her sword. When Agata tries to slash at Anu, her crudely-made (but sturdy) shield protects her.

  But when Anu shapes a razor-sharp discus, glowing red with fire Dust, Agata makes her move. She sprints right into the blast, sword abandoned on the ground.

  Heat swells throughout the stadium, and dust scatters like sand. Agata catches the discus and hurls it at Anu, watching as the heavy weapon crashes into her torso.

  Anu falls, the front of her jacket burnt away. Her Aura flickers.

  Basch clears his throat. “Anu, the last member of team FCIA, has run out of Aura. This makes Agata the last Hunter standing, and team OPAL the winner of this match.”

  Olene whoops, running out onto the stadium to tackle Agata in a hug. “Damn, Aggie, that was hella impressive!”

  “Thanks.” Agata’s knees buckle under her.

  “Can’t believe you lasted ‘til the very end, too! And against Anu of all people — that’s — wow.”

  “Can you let go?” Agata punches weakly at Olene. “Think I’m going to pass out.”

  “Wow,” Olene repeats, grinning.

  Leaning on Olene, Agata staggers out of the stadium. She’s exhausted, battered and dead on her feet…

   But a winner.

#aph dennor #aph sufin #aph lietpol #APH Denmark #APH Norway #APH Sweden #APH Finland #APH Poland #aph lithuania #APH Latvia #APH Estonia #nyotalia #nyo dennor #nyo sufin #nyo denmark #nyo norway #nyo sweden #nyo finland #nyo latvia #nyo estonia #aph fanfiction #rwby au #rwby #my writing

[quillsanddaydreams]

❝As Voldemort rises to power, he begins his ruined agenda: purifying the lineage of the sacred 28. The Weasley’s power attracts him, the monster fixes your marriage to the man who loathes you to the bits. George Weasley. Will the two of you ever come to terms with each other? Or rather, even have a civil conversation?❞

PAIRING: George Weasley x fem!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have worked long and hard on this series, hoping to make it perfect to my standards. Sincerely wishing you all enjoy, do let me know what you think<3 The series is completed, I'll be posting it every other day starting from 12th September.

WARNING(S): Given at the beginning of each chapter. Deals with concepts of arranged marriage, anxiety.

01: DO YOU?

02: COULD BE WORSE, COULD BE BETTER

03: QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS

04: BACK AND FORTH

05: MARRIAGE, A CONCEPT

TAGLIST: I will create a separate taglist for the series, but kindly ask to be added only if you wish to interact. You can send me an ask for the same and comment/reblog on this post.

As always, reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

[UPDATED POST]

#from anu's quill #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley fluff #george weasley angst #george weasley x y/n #fred weasley #molly weasley #harry potter #hp #george weasley x fem #george wealsey imagine #george weasley fanfiction

[mal-likes-biscuits]

Say Mal, you ever think about Inarius these days? I imagine he'd never stop gloating if he knew you and Tyrael were mortal.

Inarius.

Malthael has not uttered that name for a long time. Not long enough, however, to avoid the surge of annoyance that bubbles up within him at the mention of the angel.

I do not think of Inarius often. Mostly, because I assume he is still languishing in the Burning Hells for eternity.

Deservedly so, he thinks, before the ruthlessness of the statement catches him, and he sighs. His crimes are almost as egregious as Inarius’, and he is not currently being tormented by Mephisto and his minions. Perhaps mortality has left its mark, but he cannot imagine a crime grievous enough to necessitate punishment without at least a small opportunity for amends.

Inarius and I were never on good terms. I often sensed he was hiding things from the Council.

Granted, he is also guilty of similar, though Wisdom was always trusted to work behind the scenes on the Council’s behalf. A quiet voice whispers that he is making up a distinction to try and justify his dislike of Inarius in place of admitting why he really loathes him.

Indeed, though he was outgoing, and a positive, amicable force within the Heavens, his presence (and associated questions) always had an ulterior purpose. Had he been one of my kin, I would have assumed he was carrying out one of my assigned duties. 

It was strange to see one of Justice so enthralled with the philosophical elements of the Eternal Conflict. While Tyrael judged angels on their good deeds and demons on their evil, Inarius was obsessed with the morality of the Conflict itself. Though he never outright stated he wished to end it, hindsight tells me such a thought weighed heavily on him long before he took the Worldstone.

The Worldstone. The Eye of Anu. The most powerful creative object in the entire cosmos. The Angiris’ hope to win the Eternal Conflict.

Stolen, unnoticed, in near plain-sight, while the Host guarded it. Malthael had thought of endless strategies to combat demons; he had never considered defending the Worldstone from its guardians.

Certainly not from an angel who held the rank of Archangel through the strength of his deeds.

I was not in good mind after Inarius stole the Worldstone. Its loss was a failure on my part, both strategically and emotionally. I had grown attached to the power of the stone, and become too reliant on it to craft my plans for the Conflict. Eventually, when it came time to sentence Inarius for his deeds, I willingly handed him over to Mephisto. The importance of upholding the Eternal Conflict, and our potential, eventual victory, was greater than the value of a single soul.

He lingers on the words, his quill dipping. A subtle frown folds the corner of his lips. Hindsight is, again, powerful, particularly when it comes to reflecting on his own past behaviour.

I was angry. In pain. I had just learned of the existence of mortals, whose presence clouded the Chalice nearly beyond use. Inarius was an easy scapegoat upon which I could expend my frustrations.

If he could see me now, he would likely call me a hypocrite. Rightly. His instincts to end the Conflict were correct, and I also acted on them, albeit in a different manner. I stole from the Heavens. I stole my kin’s souls, and the Black Soulstone. I too attempted to rid existence of mortals. And I eventually embraced mortality as the future of our world.

Perhaps in the end, we are not so different, and I judged Inarius too harshly when he only made the mistakes I was also doomed to make as an immortal.

#my asks #ask replies #ask malthael #malthael and inarius things #not so different these two #only one cares about their appearance a lot more lmao

[ticklikeabomb]

The Marvel Parody - Chapter 5

Pairing (in the futur) : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes ; fat shaming ; body positivity

Word Count : 1.461

Prelude Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

As we were waiting waiting for Anus to show up, the team on Titan was trying to past the time by playing 21 questions. We found out that Mantis’s antennas were actually her ears, that Tonya had a little crush on Loki since that New York attack « She has great hair », defended the billionaire, and that Quill wasn’t a true blond, information that got everyone to gasp. 

« I wonder what’s happening on Earth? », said Parker. 

Since every girl was playing two characters, we had to pre-record this part and project it on the screen.

« When you said that we should open ourselves to the world, I wasn’t thinking about this », faced Okoye the Queen. « What were you expecting? » - T’Chicka. « I don’t know maybe remix the song of David Guetta ‘Titanium’ into ‘Vibranium’ or create an Instagram profile », replied the general. 

Meanwhile, the stuffed Falcon was messing with your hair and you were trying to menace him with your knife which didn’t help. The only way to make her stop was to threatening her to slap her with your shoe (old classic parent move). « Girls, come on play nice with each other », said the Cap annoyed. « She started it. Look that grumpy face, she’s provoking me », shouted Wilson. You just frowned and rolled your eyes. 

Everyone was in position and waited for the Queen’s command. Stephanie looked at you and said « Be careful punk ». You nodded and gave her a look that informed her to be careful too. The battle began and the screen faded. 

Back to Titan

« Omg, where’s Thor? », asked Parker « Yeah, where is she? », you heard an Aussie accent from the audience and figured out it was Hemsworth. « She’s probably ELECTRIFYING (with a thick John Travolta, Grease voice) everyone ! », guessed Tonya.

At that exact moment the song « Total Eclipse of the Heart » played.

Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely And you're never coming round Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired Of listening to the sound of my tears Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous That the best of all the years have gone by Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified And then I see the look in your eyes Turnaround bright eyes, but every now and then I fall apart Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart

« Hey, Coca Cola why is your suit ringing?, asked Quill. Kelly’s facial expressions as a hurt Stark were priceless, you had to control yourself to not crack up of laughter. « It’s Rogers calling me again », she announced. 

« I wonder what’s Rogers ringtone in Barnes phone », wondered Drax. « Oh, I know! », you mumbled under your breath. The other characters turned to you. « Shit, I just said that out loud ». « Tell me », demanded Stark. « Nah, you’re not ready for this ».

« Tell us », you heard RDJ yelling. You exchanged a quick look in his direction and saw the actor with a wide smile. « Alright, if you insist ». 

-> Gunther’s  ‘Ding Dong Song’ played for 10 seconds.

Oh, you touch my tralala Mmm, my ding ding don La lalala lalala... Oh, you touch my tralala

The crowd went wild and was hysterically laughing. I even noticed Evans do his famous left grab boob laugh and in that moment you swear you could die in peace.

« Why would she have that particular song ? », asked Quill dumbfounded You were bitting at your lower lip at this state to hold back your smile. « It’s actually a funny story » « We’re all ears », continued Quill sarcastically.

« Alright. So, it was at that time where Becky had the mission to end Nokia. Yes, ladies and gentleman, we totally renamed Nick (Fury) as Nokia because they’re both indestructible. Anyway. Becky had that genius idea to shot Nokia in the chest through Rogers appartement window. Rogers of course was not happy and decided to run after Becky and breaking inoffensive office doors on her way out. Until the moment she came face to face with the attacker and throw her shield. But mama didn’t raise no Bitch, so Becky turned around and caught the shield. And that’s where she said « Ohhh I just touched your tra la la, your ding ding dong ». But of course, having that mask in front of her face, Rogers didn’t hear her. So she just vanished. Yep that’s right sir, vanished, just like my scholarship. ‘where is it? what happened to it? ‘…. well I don’t have that knowledge », you told.

While you were telling the story, you noticed a heavy drunk guy in the audience doing some nasty noises towards you. He was mimicking and making pig noises. But you shrugged it off because the show must go on. Sarah was about to step in and yell at the guy but you discreetly hold her hand and gave a look. You really hoped that the cast didn’t notice you shaking your head ‘no’ to Sarah, but unfortunately they caught your movement.

« She’s here », announced Mantis Everyone hid except you, since you were the one welcoming the Mad Titan. Anus made her entrance in a perfectly purple makeup and detailed outfit. « Who are you? » « My name’s Weird » « I doubt that and I’m well placed to say so. My name is literally ‘Anus’ », said the villain . « Haha, no. I’m Weird » « Yes, I can see that » « Oh Good God. My name is Doctress Stephanie Weird. I know Stephanie not very original considering the fact that the Captain’s name is also Stephanie. But yeah. It could be worst, Marvel could actually hire 3 different actors with the same name. Imagine that. You call for one and 3 show up. … hahahah. That’s actually genius. Good job Marvel, you should keep going. I’m pretty sure the next ones will come from the same country and whose name will start with a ’T’ and end with ‘om’. » you said casually « Nahh I’m certain they would not do that », said Anus « Oh darling, I’m pretty sure they would », you replied with a thick fake British accent. « Where is the stone? » « Besides the Rolling we don’t have such things here », you told still with the British accent. « The what? » « Well, the Rolling Stone », you said grinning and trying to hold your laughter. Anus just looked at you seriously. « Ahhh come on, get your culture in check », you replied with your normal voice.

That’s when we put the plan in motion. Well obviously it didn’t go well and the moment Mantis said her line, that stupid asshole spoke again. 

« Shut up you fat cow », he shouted from the audience. That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You’re blood was boiling. You stood up and went to the edge of the stage. « What did you say? » When he was about to repeat himself, you cut him : « Oh don’t answer that. I was being sarcastic. I perfectly heard you and I even heard you the first time when you did those pig noises towards me. But I was like, ‘yeah no, don’t care’, but now you’re coming for my friend, no way! I can see that you clearly aren’t in your normal state right now and you know what. There’s NO amount of alcohol or sobriety that tolerate that kind of behavior and those kind of comments!! You don’t like the show and find it ridiculous? Fine, it’s supposed to. It’s a parody. But coming for us and dehumanize us just because we don’t fit your stupid beauty criteria no fucking way. I kindly suggest you to get the fuck out before you embarrass yourself even more », you responded firmly.

You were so focused on watching the bouncer take that jerk out of the place that you didn’t noticed that the cast was on their feet applauding you. Once you came back to you, cheeks burning out of embarrassment and your hands clenched as fists, you turned to the crowd and out of the blue said (improvised) : « I apologize for that. Ehmm… let’s get those bad vibes out by quoting that great contemporary philosopher Anthony Mackie that said ‘The thighs are the key to heaven’ and he even added that ‘Doing squads is not an obligation but a purpose’. »

« Damn right it is », Mackie hollered loudly and everyone laughed.

« Now that we’re surrounded by positive vibes with those wise words, let’s go back to the show, what do you say? »

A collectif ‘yeah’ was heard and you returned to your initial position on the rock. You looked at Emily and winked at her. The show continued, but deep down you were torn between a mix of feelings : proud by standing up and talk but also anger and embarrassment. You couldn’t pray more for the show to end.

*gifs not mine, credit to owners*

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[kendelias]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 !!

from the ena/sakyo fic:

Even hours after, when the curtain has been closed for longer than it was open and the roaring applause has died away, Ena can feel it in the tips of her fingers, the center of her ribcage, the foundation of her bones.

"How can I help you?" she asks. Polite. Demure. Another act, as always.

from the haikyuu!! script:

Suzu: Fine. Spread salacious lies about me. But just know that I’m here to support all of you, no matter what Setsuko says.

Haruka: A week too long. Plus, you didn’t even tell me you were coming to Tokyo, so I had to drag it out of you. How often do I have to tell you to stop growing?

Riju: We take a break from watching volleyball, just to watch more volleyball. Then, someone gets a shoulder to the face. What a lovely sport you play, Issei.

from the fruits basket script:

Etsu: I don’t know how to express myself. That’s true. But, for the first time in a long time, that might be changing.

Hoshi: Yeah, well I don’t do that anymore, either. I know it’s hard, but let it go. It’s my life, not Dad’s, not my mother’s, and not yours. I wish you would all just leave me alone.

Etsu: When the one thing I want most in the world… is him. And there’s nothing I can do--either of us can do--if we’re both just--just pawns. There’s no reason to make a move, to plan ahead--I’m… falling apart!

from the big time rush script:

Kendall: We’re gonna get the band back, we’re gonna get my butt back, we’re gonna get Cordelia back, we’re gonna get our lives back, and then, we’re gonna get a smoothie!

Cordelia: I don’t think I’m qualified to handle Stupid Boy Syndrome.

from the charmed script:

Jooeun: Well, I just called Chris, and he has no idea what’s going on, as per… I’m talking to myself right now. There’s no one here. Okay.

from the free! script:

Kazue: Every time I’ve heard him talking about it, Makoto always spoke about swimming with you guys so fondly… I don’t think he’d admit it, but it sounds like he really misses it.

from the kabukicho script:

Teddy: I… huh. I can’t believe I’m saying this, Kobayashi, but you gave me something to think about.

from the saiki k script:

Bijou: Oh, why does this keep happening to me?! Who is this guy? What does he want? First the class rep, then the scary guy, then the pretty girl, now this!

from the misfits script:

Sage: Who cares?! Who cares about his stupid legs, or his stupid anus, or the stupid fucking storm!

from the spn script:

Quill: Well if it ain’t my favorite brothers! You two are back here faster than a sneeze through a screen door.

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[agentnico]

Avengers: Infinity War (2018) Review

So, I find myself in a conundrum. I have seen the big flick of the year, Avengers: Infinity War, however I have no idea how to go about reviewing it. “How so?” you ask. “Just give it a score and be done with it, you silly tot!” you exclaim again. “Well,” I reply. “Firstly don’t call me a tot, who uses ‘tot’ these days anyway? Secondly, let me explain.” Then I take a deep breath, look around wearily at the eager swarm of Marvel fans, and begin my tale of woe...

I hated Avengers: Infinity War... Wow, that was not that difficult to explain actually! Alright, alright! Hang on, hold your “f*ck” screaming crusade back, I haven’t finished yet. Basically, I simply am not the right target audience for this film it seems. And I say ‘it seems’ because in all fairness I used to really enjoy Marvel films. But in the past year I began developing this illness called superhero fatigue! Yes, yes, I hear your shocking screams, it’s a terrible terrible illness, worse than what the Black Death did back in the day. The truth needs to be faced though, I have been infected, like in The Walking Dead, only better, cause that show sucks now! I mean really, what happened to that show??...............*sob* anyway, that’s a rant for another day. Having become more and more bored with superhero flicks, with certain exceptions like the first Deadpool, Thor: Ragnarok and Black Panther actually surprising me, and especially following those last two I was hopeful that this new Marvel entry was not going to be affected by my disease filled mind......okay, that’s a lie, I wasn’t optimistic about this film whatsoever from the start, my friends Paul and Josh would confirm how not-excited I was for this film (hey, I guess this is what a shout out is, cool, hello you guys!!!). But I went into this film with an open-ish mind......and yeah, bloody hated, didn’t I. So here I am wondering how to go about reviewing this film (if I can call it that), because as I said, I hated it, but that doesn’t mean its a bad film. For a casual movie goer and most definitely for Marvel fans I’m sure it a great time, I’m sure people will love it..........holy mother of crabs, this movie has a 9/10 on IMDb? What in the actual a**?? Sorry, sorry, I promised to be calm. Who am I kidding, I didn’t promise jack sh**! But where was I? Ah, yes, the Avengers: Infinity War. So yes, this is 100% Marvel fan service and I understand why people like this film, it has everything a popcorn movie needs going for it, so it’s not my place to give this film a proper review or score as I am not the right demographic and it’s not my place to stray away casual movie-goers from enjoying this film. However who cares what I say, we all know this movie is going to make over a billion regardless what I say. *looks at phone* Oh bloody hell, it already made a billion! Well. Well then. I guess I’m just going to leave some of my personal thoughts on the film down below, I know that I usually don’t do spoilers but, you know, f*** it, SPOILER WARNING!!

Plot: The big purple dude finally gets of his chair after taking the big giant 10 year dump and goes to collect a bunch of stones to shove up his anus. Okay, not his anus, but who cares about this plot description, if you’re reading this you should have already saw the film or, like me, don’t care about it. Once again, SPOILER WARNING. Don’t read anymore, as I’m going to spoil everything in 3, 2, 1...

Thanos dies!! Alright, I’m kidding, Thanos is fine, but seriously, spoilers ahead.

MAGNOLIA YOU ARE NOT - There are too many characters in this film which the story does not manage to balance well, so many of them are under-used. And yes, I did a Magnolia reference, even though this is not the kind of film to compare to Magnolia, but I don’t care, I’m being biased, deal with it!!

THE PLOT - What plot?? I’m kidding, but seriously, what plot?? The film is made up of an escalating series of fight vignettes all under the motto of “We have to stop Thanos!” Especially to the end of the film, we keep cutting to these various locations with different characters that it is hardly possible to engage with any of the stories.

AGE OF THANOS - Yeah, yeah, I know, everyone loves Josh Brolin as Thanos. Well sorry to disappoint, folks, I didn’t like him. C’mon now, get on the trend with this ‘review’, it’s obviously a negative one, stop getting surprised at everything I didn’t like! Obviously if you liked his character, good on you, but I didn’t. In my eyes it was yet again another big CGI villain like the one-note Ultron from the last Avengers flick, only bigger and, in all fairness, had a better motivation, but I found that Brolin played him quite monotone. Yes, you see his tears when he has to kill Gamora to receive the Soul Stone, but I didn’t find that emotional whatsoever. But that’s just me. Or is it?......no, no, it’s definitely just me. I feel your hatred towards me soothing through your body as you are reading this.

THE BATTLE OF THE FIVE ARMIES - Oh look, it’s another massive battle with CGI monsters! Wooo!!

DEADPOOL...ONLY IT’S PG! *GASP!* - MCU films are known to incorporate humour into all their films, but in this one it felt too forced. With the amount of jokes they had it really took away from the gravitas of the darker more emotional moments. As an example, Gamora’s death is straight away followed by a joke about Starbucks. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll happily laugh about Starbucks any day, but still.

“AMERICA, F*** YEAH!!” - Of course the first time aliens arrive on Earth it’s obviously in America! How else are we gonna feel patriotic, eh?

SILLY-LORD - Star-Lord messing up the whole plan at the end with taking the gauntlet of Thanos’ hand could have been done much smoother. Like I get why he was annoyed and angry, but Tony was literally shouting in his ear saying for him to just wait one more minute so that they could take off the glove and then he would have had full right to Fight Club him to his full heart’s desire. But nooooooo, let’s have our characters make dumb decisions. And I’m not just talking about Star-Lord! P.S. Yes, I understand that the whole Star-Lord shtick is a set-up towards Doctor Strange’s ultimate plan of what he saw in the future, but it still feels like a deus ex machina cop out nonetheless.

THE TRUE HEROES - Okay, so I’m sure out of all the complaints on this list I think with this one you might actually agree. Where in the world were Valkyrie, Korg and Miek at the beginning with the Asgardian ship? It’s not like the credits rolled after Thor: Ragnarok and Korg and Valkyrie decided to jump out of the ship into the cosmos in search of coffee? Right? Right??

#TEAMDRAX - Oh, Drax, if only you were.........actually, I don’t have a problem with Drax. No, I’m serious, this one actually is not a complaint. I know, I surprised myself! I do have to give props to both the writing for and performance of Drax. He was actually hilarious in this film and his jokes were actually well timed. From the awkward spying on Gamora’s and Star-Lord’s intimate moment and him being convinced that he’s invisible saying “I have mastered the ability of standing so incredibly still that I have become invisible to the eye....my movement, is so slow that its imperceptible....I’m sure I’m invisible.” to his description of Thor “It’s like a pirate had a baby with an angel.” to the misunderstanding argument where Quill is asking where Gamora is, Iron Man then questions who Gamora even is and then Drax’s logistical, but at the same time misinterpreted response “I’ll do you one better - WHY is Gamora??” In my eyes, Dave Bautista (with his dead-pan delivery of the lines) stole the show as Drax, though Chris Hemsworth as Thor and his buddy-ing up with Rocket was a nice dynamic.

“FREEDOM! I SAID FREEDOM!” - Not going to lie, when Heimdall was killed I actually felt happy for him. You could see in Idris Elba’s eyes how happy he was that he finally full-filled his contract and was freed from his Marvel obligations. We all knew Idris didn’t want to be a part of this franchise, blame his agent.

HAHA, MIDGET! - No, I’m serious, that’s an actual joke in the film.

“WAS THE MUSIC TOO LOUD?” - And we’re back with Marvel films having generic unmemorable scores/soundtracks. Just a bunch of dramatic noises to keep the crowd pumping. Unlike Thor: Ragnarok or Black Panther (and in all fairness the Guardians of the Galaxy films, though I do have a personal vendetta against Vol.2), which actually had good music accompaniment, but now we’re back where we started. Dang it.

“REST IN PEACE, WHY WON’T YOU LET ME REST IN PEACE??” - Those of you who get what I’m referencing with that sub-title, full respect to you. Any-hoot, half of the Avengers die at the end of this film. And it’s the lack of consequence that annoys me, especially with the knowledge of future films on Marvel’s slate. We know some of them will be back. In all fairness, we do seem to have a few proper permanent deaths (then again, this IS Marvel...) in this film with the likes of Loki, Heimdall (good on you, Idris!), Gamora and Vision, but Marvel does have a problem with killing off characters, which is evident at the end of this film. And yes, you can say that its based off the comics and its supposed to be like that, but it does take away any kind of stakes.

GAME OF STONES - The MCU would work so much better as a high budget TV series, since Infinity War seems both rushed and at the same time drags on so much at 2 hours 40 minutes. It’s overstuffed like Thanos’ gigantic purple jawline!

In all seriousness, if you enjoyed Avengers: Infinity War, I’m glad. Truly, I am, and I totally understand why so many people do indeed like it. For me it has definitely proved that I am more of an indie film fan, as to me this endless array of ACTION, ACTION, ACTION with, in my opinion, no deeper meaning or message, is just not my kind of thing. I have lost any kind of excitement for any upcoming superhero films, minus Deadpool 2, I actually think that one will be a good laugh, but otherwise I should stick with independent cinema. I’m not going to give this film a score, as if I would have, it would have been quite low and would have not been fair on the film since I’m not the right person to rate it.

Overall score: N/A

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[eliza-azaleaisinprogress]

So I saw Gaurdians of the Galaxy (the second one)

So not gonma lie, the movie is a field of fun...at first glance. Don't get me wrong, the guardians themselves are as charming and delightful as ever, but the way the film touches themes of family leave me more conflicted than anything. SPOILER SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS So GotG vol 2 centers around Quill reconnecting with his biological father Ego who is a Celestial/god, (and with a film as irreverent as the one with the kleptomaniacal trash panda and the almost talking tree baby, any "holy" figure obviously won't last on their pedestal). So after some bonding time with bioDad, Quill wheedles Gams into dancing with him, trying to force the romance that was there in the first one if you squinted and thought heteronormative thoughts (spoilers, she obviously cares about Peter, as family, except maybe she's implied to LIKE like him at the end. Yondu (blue abusive prick from the first one) comes back and is more or less forced on to the Guardians' side, then the audience is expected to sympathise with him, bemoaning about how he was the fucking worst, only to pull a Snape with a heroic sacrifice and either a retcon or an outright lie. And that is kinda the thing. Quill pretended to have Hasslehoff for a dad as a kid, then meets bioDad, only to bemoan the abusive blue Anus as the paternal ideal at his funeral. Then when Quill tries to romance Gomorra by comparing their relationship to the leads of a sitcom. Gamms rejects the advance because she's focused on the wellbeing of her friends like a rational adult, only to submit to the will they or won't they paradigm at the end of the movie. The entire film tells Quill that he can't expect life to play out like pop culture tropes for him, only to hand it to him on a platter with an unhealthy twist. But hey, as long as they have a talking raccoon and an adorable baby tree I guess

#gotgvol2 #guardians of the galaxy