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solvnvceae · 1 year
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no more later, we both know that’s a lie
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mvndrvke · 6 months
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@shadowedlights : that's what love is like. it makes your heart race. it turns the world upside down.
Satine’s gaze remains off of Obi-Wan as he speaks, unable to make herself meet his gaze. Philosophical conversations are not uncommon with them, but they do not often get so close to dangerous territory. Her heart burns to tell him the truth, to step away from who she is as a Jedi and admit she’s developed feelings for him. But she can’t. She shouldn’t. She wouldn’t. 
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“It’s also dangerous,” she says quietly. Her voice sounds more strained than she means it to. “It’ll make fools of anyone who dares to feel it. And yet we do.” Her gaze moves to him, unbidden. “We feel it regardless.”
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prioriincantatem · 1 year
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love that is lost cannot be let go. it’s just your echo.
independent harry potter multimuse. anti-jkr. written by luna. more info.
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mellariae · 2 years
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MELIORA ; latin ; “for the pursuit of the better”
independent & selective multimuse written by luna. sideblog. low activity. (c)
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copperbadge · 11 months
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I had a very successful and entertaining day today, as you guys can probably tell from the posts I made. There's a few more queued posts of stuff I didn't get to post in-situ, so enjoy that!
Some anecdotes I did not post about from today:
-- I can't remember the last time I queued for a museum. Mostly because if it's not one of "my" museums, like the Field or the Art Institute where I know the best ways in, I'm attending on a weekday deliberately so that I am not amongst the crowds. The line to get into the British Museum was a full block long, but to be fair it only took me ten minutes from opening to get inside. I was mostly amused by the people who a) didn't understand how museum entry works or b) didn't understand how to stand in a line without also blocking foot traffic on the rest of the sidewalk.
-- Almost got in a fight with someone, a definite first for me in a museum. I got salty with a guy who touched a sculpture when he knew he shouldn't, and he got up in my face, and I think genuinely the fact that I knew what the sculpture was called and he didn't confused him so badly he backed down. So if you're looking to defuse a situation via confusion, the phrase "Hey, don't fucking touch the Lamassu and we won't have a problem" worked for me.
-- The British Museum is great but among other issues (looted objects, weird relics of museum-specific imperialism, etc) it does suffer from poor display design in places. I'm okay with that, I kind of like old museums that are a little fucked up, even as I acknowledge that old fucked-up museums also have old fucked-up messaging. They appear to be trying on that front, but they could use a display placard overhaul. At one point I found an object in a case that appeared to be a carved human leg bone, and while I'm not a Bone Specialist there was also absolutely no placard about the bone at all. (I looked it up in the collection later using other objects in the case as reference, and it's just noted as "bone".)
-- I did have a great time overall; I saw most of the museum and then had a fancy meal, as documented. I was especially pleased to get to sample their coronation chicken since I collect tastings of coronation chicken, and I think they either used molasses in it or the bread had some, and either way it's grist for my mill as I start to develop The Chicken Salad War. After lunch I went on the hunt for a few last things, but I could feel myself getting tired and Becoming Unmedicated so I decided to leave a little early, which was the right choice, and gave me a little time to do some exploring.
-- @neil-gaiman did a post a while ago about stuff to see in London which I saved, and while I mostly planned my own journey, I did stop at Atlantis Books on his recommendation, which was well worth it. The woman working the till left me alone until I was ready to buy my book, then praised my choice (always a good move) and made a few minutes' small talk about my visit from America while she was ringing me up. Also I have never seen such a variety of Tarot decks for sale in my life. It was extremely impressive given the entire shop is roughly the size of my bedroom in Chicago.
All in all an excellent day out in London. Tomorrow I'm traveling to meet up with a friend, so probably fewer photos, but day after tomorrow I'm bound for Amsterdam so expect Rijksmuseum photos! I did not get into the Vermeer exhibit sadly, but I still want to see the museum and I'm on a quest for freshly made stroopwaffels and authentic gjetost, so I'm excited for the journey. I thought this trip might be one small anxiety after another -- would I be okay on the plane, would I get on the right trains, etc -- but I'm feeling more confident now, and I think between my early-bird tendencies and the ADHD meds I kicked the jet lag pretty quickly. I'm off to bed in a few, because tomorrow is an early day, so I guess we'll find out then how much I really kicked it....
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horcrvxes · 3 years
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harry headcanons. children
obviously i do not expect anyone that writes next gen or ginny ( or harry, if you’re writing with ginny with him ) to adhere to this, i am more than happy to stick with canon names. but these are my thoughts and reasons, and names i will probably refer to in threads unless i decide otherwise for one reason or another. i explain each name and why i chose them below, but the three children are affectionately known to the potter-weasleys as artie, alphie, and evie. if, for any reason, you decide you wanna use these names, please let me know and also credit me. thanks!
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ARTHUR SIRIUS, in place of james sirius.
     named after ginny’s father arthur and harry’s godfather ( and pseudo father figure ) sirius. both sirius and arthur were steadfast father figures in harry’s life, and he and ginny thought it was proper to name their eldest son after these two men. this one feels pretty self explanatory so i’ll leave it at that.
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ALPHARD JAMES, in place of albus severus.
     i know what you’re thinking. “luna, that name makes no sense! it ruins the epilogue!” hear me out first. alphard james is named after alphard black and obviously harry’s father james. why alphard? alphard was sirius’ uncle who was removed from the family tapestry after his death for leaving quite a bit of money to his nephew in his will. sirius had been disowned at the time, but alphard had not allowed that to dissuade him from supporting his nephew after his death with the knowledge that he would probably be taken off the family tree. it should be noted and will later become relevant that alphard, like snape and the entirety of sirius’ family ( minus sirius himself ), was a slytherin. 
    meanwhile, james is harry’s father, but also known to harry most notably by sirius as the person that took him in when he was disowned by his family. james’ love for his friend and unwavering loyalty is one of the best and clearest examples of unconditional love, and that’s what harry knows james for. alphard ( or alphie, as he comes to be known as ) is named for the love shown towards his father figure, regardless of situations where sirius would’ve expected rejection or indifference. 
    when alphie expresses his fear of being sorted into slytherin, harry reminds him that he was named in part after a slytherin who ignored convention and chose love over assumption or prejudice, and that being a slytherin doesn’t define who you are and have the potential to be.
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EVELYN MINERVA, in place of lily luna.
     evelyn’s first name was admittedly initially picked as a joke. harry and ginny were trying to pick a name, and nearly settled on naming their daughter lily after harry’s mother. but one of harry’s only memories and times of seeing james and lily together ( see: snape’s worst memory ) showed james calling lily ‘evans’ rather than by her name. ginny jokingly says they should name their daughter evans, then, and they take it as a joke until one of their friends suggests evelyn instead as a play on evans. harry and ginny immediately take a liking to that name, and choose it as her first name. 
    minerva is chosen for her middle name to honor mcgonagall, who like harry’s mother defended him and stood up for him. for ginny, she was one of the few professors that could be trusted and that got her through snape’s regime as headmaster. they choose evelyn minerva to honor two women that protected their children-- biological or not-- with a strength and determination that not even death could stop. 
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lyresung · 3 years
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@darephi​ said : “they’re gonna catch us—” ( hello it's me to ruin your day! to percy pls!!! )
“They’re not gonna’ catch us!” Famous last words, if ever there were any.  But Percy has always been the type to fake it ‘til you make it, and he’s not going to change that blind confidence now. He struggles not to laugh as he keeps his hands on Rachel’s hips and pulls her back slowly as they watch Chiron, Lester, Mr. D, and a few others walk past where they’d been hiding. “We’re mature adults that can do whatever we want. Like hide from deities and centaurs and all that--” He snorts. “It’s not like we did anything wrong.  And even if we did--  which we didn’t.”  He  wiggles his eyebrows. “They can prove nothing. Trust me, I used to binge watch Law and Order.”
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fightingsail · 7 years
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that ladder and frame is there to keep the out of that corner. does it work? OBVIOUSLY NOT.
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tealin · 4 years
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Long Trail to McMurdo, Part 5: Getting There
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At 5.45 on the morning of November 13th, I hauled my newly repacked luggage to the Antarctic passenger terminal to check in. Once ticked off the list, I had to find my two orange ECW bags from the other day and put on the parka, overalls, and bunny boots which were required to be worn on the flight. The rest of my stuff was sorted into four categories:
Carry-on – the items to keep with you at your seat on the plane. These can come in as many pieces as you want, but they all have to fit at once in a prescribed volume, measured by a plywood box at the CDC. Anything that doesn't fit in that box has to be checked.
Checked – Just like on a commercial flight, checked luggage gets stowed with the cargo and you are reunited with it at your destination. Unlike a commercial flight, even if your flight is cancelled or turned around in midair, you still won't see it until you arrive in Antarctica, because one it's been palletized it's a right old pain to get it out again. This is why you have a . . .
Boomerang Bag – Weather in Antarctica is extremely unpredictable, and as we have learned this year, aircraft maintenance can be, too. Sometimes you can be well on your way when a blizzard swoops onto the airfield and the flight has to turn around back to New Zealand. This is called a 'boomerang.' As your checked luggage will stay checked until you arrive in Antarctica, it is therefore wise to pack a few days' worth of clothes and toiletries in a separate bag which will be checked but not palletized, in case you end up with a prolonged holiday in Christchurch.
Leave in Chch – It's summer in New Zealand and also summer in Antarctica, but the former can be quite warm while the latter is well below freezing. Therefore there are probably clothes you won't be needing until you get back to New Zealand, and these are kept for you at the CDC until you return. I left my two skirts, a light cotton shirt, sandals, and antihistamine.
Once everyone was dressed and all our bags were appropriately tagged and checked, we were given our boarding passes and released to have breakfast at the strip mall around the corner. It was a rather quiet and rugged-looking bunch who poured into the trim café that morning; I wonder what the more casual visitors must have thought.
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Then we were back to watch another video – I have seen so many of these now I forget what this one was about – probably the Antarctic Treaty, which is an agreement between all the nations that operate in Antarctica to preserve it for peaceful science and not to claim sovereignty over it. This makes it one of the few things that North and South Korea agree on.
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After the video, we queued for security, which was much like any security queue at any small airport, with the exception of the refreshingly low-tech boarding pass check. Once through the metal detectors and hand luggage scan, we boarded a school bus which was old enough I might have taken it on a field trip as a kid, to be taken out to the waiting C-17.
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We passed the lame C-17 on the way to our shiny new Hawaiian one.
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Had I been quicker into the queue, I might have got onto this very special private-hire city bus:
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On the way into the plane we were each given a bagged lunch and some earplugs. The C-17 is not designed for passenger comfort, and we would be flown south in close proximity to four enormous jet engines. The hearing protection was appreciated.
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There were about ten rows of forward-facing seats in the plane, but I wanted the proper C-17 experience so I made my way to the line of lengthways seats behind them. We shared the fuselage with the cargo, and it became apparent why, once bags were checked, they weren't coming out again.
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Just like on a commercial flight, we got the standard flight safety briefing, only our cabin crew were a pair of Guardsmen straight from central casting. Turns out, even on a C-17, the life vests are under the seats and are inflated by pulling on the toggle, but as there are no overhead lockers, the oxygen masks are in a compartment in the wall behind your head. Now you know.
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There were quite a few first timers on my flight, but it was obvious who the experienced polar travellers were, because they knew the most comfortable way to get some shuteye and got right to it. More sleepless ones had books or e-readers. The man next to me was reading quite an interesting history of the leadup to WWI from a naval perspective, but the book that most caught my interest (by which I mean, it made me laugh out loud when I saw the title) was a few seats up from me.
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It was a strange thing to take off on a plane with no windows. We evidently turned a few corners, and we seemed to taxi the entire length of the runway before turning around to take off, but when they hit the gas, WOW did we ever go!
I had noble intentions of polishing off a good chunk of Worst Journey during the five-hour trip down, but the suspense of the last few days and the early morning soon caught up with me, and I joined the sleepers instead. When I woke up, I noticed a cluster of people around the porthole aft of my seat. Had we reached Antarctica?
YES.
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Not long after this, we got the announcement that we were beginning our descent, so it was back to seats and on with ECW and seatbelts. For such an enormous bird, the landing was admirably smooth, and once all post-landing checks had been completed, the hatch was opened. Long before we felt the cold, we could see our breath in the air, as the moisture levels in the cabin met the declining temperature. I had read about how stepping off the plane was like walking into a wall of cold, so I'd put on my balaclava and goggles, but when my turn came to start down the gangway, I realised it was actually quite mild. Not what one would expect for being . . .
IN ANTARCTICA!
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A low ceiling of cloud obscured the tops of the mountains, but all the same I had much the same experience as I had when I first came out of the tunnel into Lyttelton, as suddenly all my reading and reference photos slammed into place. There was Observation Hill, and up along the Hut Point Peninsula a surprisingly large square promontory – that's why they call it Castle Rock! Windless Bight, White Island (it's white!) and Black Island (it's black!) and though I couldn't see its stripey dome, what was obviously the foot of Mt Discovery. And my feet, standing on the snow of the Barrier! I barely had time to be surprised how close everything was before our gaggle of shuffling scarlet penguins was ushered onto an enormous red people mover and we started our ride to McMurdo.
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The windows were above eye level but if I stretched up I could see out. It turned out this was not a an effective strategy, as within a few minutes they had fogged up and I could only see through a narrow strip at the bottom. That may have been the more exciting way to come in to town, as the teasing glimpses of turquoise pressure ridges and the piebald slopes of the Gap suggested more than they revealed.
We pulled up outside big blue Building 155, the hub of activity in McMurdo, and as I stepped out into the light flurry of snow, there was Observation Hill with the Polar Party's memorial cross positively looming over everything. My coordinator, who had worked tirelessly all through the summer to line up resources for my visit and calm me down every time there was a hiccup with my medical, met me with an enormous hug, and I had a little cry on her shoulder. Here I was at last.
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fallenfurther · 4 years
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Eagle!Scott
 When @soniabigcheese mentioned Eagle!Scott I wondered what kind of situations it would be useful in, and this is the one that popped into my head. Sorry it’s taken a long time to get round to writing it I’ve had so many other posts wanting to be written first. Enjoy!
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The local fair was big, nowhere near state fair big, but people came from all around to visit it. Scott and his brothers had no end of choice in food. Sure, they'd had their fair share of sweet treats, but even Gordon and Alan had eaten plenty of the novelty savoury foods that were on offer. Then there were the fairground rides. They'd been on so many he was surprised someone hadn't been sick! John didn't go on all the rides, but Scott knew he was enjoying himself, despite the crowd.
Alan and Gordon ran head again and Scott sighed. Dad had left him in charge, though there was a security detail following them, because they were Tracy's after all, but the responsibility of not losing his siblings weighed down on Scott's shoulders. Thankfully, Virgil and John were dependable and together they had managed keep the youngest two in sight.
So far, they'd done a few rollercoasters and Virgil had managed to win a stuffed dolphin on a game, which he'd gifted to Gordon, but ended up carrying himself. They had wandered through some of the craft and small business stalls, which had bored the youngest, but Virgil had enjoyed chatting to some of the artists about their work. Scott had taken business cards of some local companies that he thought matched Tracy Industries ethos and might want to be involved with or support. The next ride on the list was the waltzers, which John was adamant on missing out on.
"Consider it space training!" Scott joked, knowing too well that John would be sick if he sat with Alan or Gordon. "You can sit with me and we spin as little or much as you want.”
A clear sharp 'No' from John and that was the end of it. Scott had tried. Instead he handed John his rucksack and Virgil handed him the dolphin and they joined the queue. When they clambered onto the ride, Scott made sure to wave a John. Virgil and Gorgon shared a cart while Scott had Alan with him. Gordon and Alan had a spinning contest and cheered and cheered as they made the carts go faster and faster in circles. Even with the minimal experience he'd had in a stunt plane, Scott's stomach churned, and he struggled to walk in a straight line afterwards. Alan and Gordon argued about who had spun faster until Scott threw up, forcing Gordon to admit defeat to Alan as Virgil seemed unscathed by the ride. Virgil rubbed his back as he crouched in a corner, handing a bottle of water to him so he could swill out his mouth. Scott gingerly stood up.
"I think that second corndog was a bad idea." Scott said as he turned to spy the other three, hanging around a picnic table. Scott and Virgil headed over as John sat down, dolphin still held awkwardly in his arms.
"I need to head the bathroom, then we can head down the next row of crafts stalls." Virgil announced and a small groan came from Alan. Scott plonked himself down opposite John, head in his hands as he waited for his stomach to settle. He sat there, taking deep breaths, as they waited for Virgil to return. His stomach slowly started to calm down.
"Who's got eyes on the Terrible Two?" Virgil asked on his return and looking between John and Scott. Scott looked up at Virgil. Scott gawked as he realised that he hadn't had his eyes in the youngest Tracys for the entire time he'd been sitting down. A frantic look around confirmed that they had lost sight of them. They started calling out, staying close to each other and in the area around the picnic tables. After a scout of the nearby area, the boys regrouped at the last place they'd seen their siblings and sat around the bench. Fear and dread filled Scott, but he tried to stay calm, his still unsettled stomach churning slightly. He slipped his phone from his pocket and called the security detail supervisor.
"Hey, you guys have eyes in Alan and Gordon, right?" Scott tried to keep the worry out of his voice.
"Negative." The steady even tone of the supervisor did nothing to make Scott feel calm. How could they have let them slip!? They were kids. It was there job to keep them safe!
"Stay with your other brothers and stay where you are. I have eyes on you three and I have men looking for the youngest two."
Anger and frustration filled Scott. He was disappointed in himself for losing his brothers but was even more annoyed that the people paid to protect them had too. He continued to scan the crowd just in case. They sat nervously, and after ten minutes of waiting Scott called the supervisor for an update. They were still lost. After another ten minutes and another negative from the controller, Scott was getting angsty. He looked at his brothers, both of which were starting to look worried. It was getting to the point that Dad might have to be called. They waited another ten minutes and still no sighting of Gordon and Alan. Damn it! Scott thought.
"There's one more thing we should try before we call Dad, but we need to ditch our eyes."
Virgil and John looked at each other, their shocked expressions a mirror of the other.
"You can't be serious, Scott!" John exclaimed, "You can't do that here, there's too many people."
"I know the risks, but with a bird's eye view and I might be able to find them. I can easily scout the whole fair from the sky, and once I've spotted them, I'll lead you two to them, then we just need to find a safe place for me to transform."
His brothers looked at each other and sighed. They really didn't want to get dad involved, but the security detail wasn't anywhere near finding Alan and Gordon. They all felt the fear that they may have been kidnapped.
"Fine. I'll come with you and grab your clothes. Once you've found them land on that telephone pole and we'll follow you." Virgil sighed and stood. Scott headed to the men's, though instead of going in them he snuck behind the structure. They moved far enough down to be well hidden from the public. Scott pulled off his shirt and slipped out his shoes and jeans. He shivered slightly and hesitated before he pulled down his boxers, baring all to his brother. He sighed, focused and felt his body morph. His arms became great wings and it always felt strange when he sprouted his tail feathers. Virgil bent down, held out his arm and allowed Scott to step up. There wasn't enough room for him to take off from the ground.
"Carefully with those claws, Scott. I'm fed up of having to explain away the scratches. I might have to take John into class to prove we have a cat!"
Scott squawked at his brother. He really couldn't help squeezing hard, it always took a moment to get used to being a bird. Virgil stepped up the back steps of one of the food trailers which was parked by the toilets. They were still hidden from crowd and Virgil raised his arm up toward the roof. Scott hopped off and onto the roof with a wobble.
"You really aren't that graceful, are you?" A voice came from below. Scott was tempted to give Virgil a bit of 'luck', but his brother knew better and was now standing out of reach.
Scott looked up at the sky and spread his large brown wings. The wind ruffled his feathers and the urge to fly filled him. A few steps and wing beats and he was in the air. He took a moment to enjoy the sensation as he reached the right height. Once there he looked over the fair, he could already see people pointing and he had a feeling he'd be in the local papers, but it had to be done. He made a mental map of the fair and started a systematic search. He used the wind when he could, so he could glide over the fair. He followed the paths below, using his excellent bird vision to search the crowds for his brothers. It didn't take long until he spotted them, queuing for a rollercoaster that they had already been on, candyfloss and waffles in their hands. Relief and annoyance filled Scott as he curved back towards John and Virgil and perched on the indicated telephone pole. His brothers spotted him and stood up. Scott flew as slowly as he could, circling back around occasionally, until he landed on the ticket hut for the rollercoaster Alan and Gordon were about to get on. Virgil gave him the okay, and John headed to the ride's exit to wait for them.
Scott looked around. He was very aware that people were looking at him. He stood out. Changing back was going to harder than he anticipated. Virgil seemed to notice his hesitation and waited. Scott looked around again. They were close to an exit, and if he could, he would have sighed. It would be safest to transform away from the fair. With that he took off and flew to perch on a telephone pole just outside the fair. When Virgil had wondered within metres of the pole he flew off and headed to the back of the grass field, where a corn field started. Virgil knew better than follow his brother 'as the crow flies' so headed down the path towards the field. Scott had flown low over the field so no-one would see him drop down. He transformed on the floor and made his way towards the corner Virgil would approach from, carefully crouching to stay hidden.
"Scott? You in there?" Virgil called.
"I'm here!" Scott called back and waited, moving the corn near him so Virgil had something to look for. Virgil came up to him with a smirk on his face. Yes, this was rather undignified, but his brothers had been found and that was all that mattered to Scott. Scott quickly dressed and headed back to the fair with Virgil. They met up with John and a rather sheepish looking Alan and Gordon, at the exit of the rollercoaster. Scott gave the security a call, who confirmed that they now had eyes on all of them, though he wasn't happy about Scott giving him the slip. Scott pointed out it wouldn't have happened if they'd done their job right.
"Right you two." Scott gave his youngest brothers a glare. "Dad will hear about this. You know that we had to stay together, and you deliberately ran off."
Gordon opened his mouth to say something, but Scott gave him a look and he kept quiet.
"I should take us all home, but I don't want to go as much as you do. So, we'll stay, but only if you stay in sight. Any funny business and we go. Got it?"
A nod from Alan and Gordon and Scott was satisfied enough. They knew he meant it from previous excursions.
"Right, I believe there are some dodgems over that way. Something we can all do together." Scott said, pointing in the correct direction. With smiles all round they headed that way. Virgil stole Gordon's candyfloss bag and nabbed some before throwing it to Scott. Scott grabbed some out of it before holding high above his head, out of Gordon's reach.
"Hey! Give it back! Get your own!" Gordon jumped up trying to reach the bag but falling short.
Scott chuckled. "I think you've had enough sugar already. You need to save room for dinner, I believe Grandma's cooking."
The grimace on Gordon's face was priceless. Alan's wasn't much happier, and Scott definitely wasn't going to tell them that he was in charge of dinner that night. Quick and simple was on the books, if anyone was still hungry.
"After I've smashed you in the dodgems, we had better eat as much as we can." Alan said to his partner in crime.
"Hey, I'm going to be the one bumping into you!" Gordon stated, giving Alan a gentle push.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Scott chuckled, "After the stunt you two pulled, you'd both better be looking out. I've got my eyes set on both of you!"
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solvnvceae · 2 years
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hadestown + lines that should’ve been in the show
orpheus’ angry original verse in “if it’s true”
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mvndrvke · 11 months
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mutuals only pls. you don’t have to have a specific idea of who you wanna ship ( though if you do, hell yea throw those ideas my way ), i’ll ask if you do and if not, i’ll suggest some options. but yea, i’m just in a shippy mood, so give this post a like if you’d be interested in talking ships.
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prioriincantatem · 1 year
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“Why did Greylyn curse me to deal with you. Why did she do that.” Alastor sighs. “Sirius, get the squirrels out of the house. It’s not funny.”
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@lcvedriven​ gets a starter!  ( alastor + sirius )
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mellariae · 2 years
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random orpheus edits : “if it’s true” with the original lyrics
personals & non-mutuals do not reblog  //   mutuals may reblog
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mvndrvke-archive · 3 years
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@thewrongsorts​ said : "don't think i won't carry you if i have to!" (fleur, for viktor)
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Viktor can’t stop himself from laughing out of surprise. “I have weak ankles!” he insists. “I did not sprain it, I promise that to you. I do not need you to carry me, though I think you are strong enough to.”
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horcrvxes · 3 years
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@thewrongsorts​ said : “I told you I would tell you everything you want to know.”
                   ( ALICE for NEVILLE )
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“You did, yeah.” But Neville’s still scared to ask. Alice has given him no reason to be, and yet she’s still in so many ways a stranger to him. He doesn’t know what’s allowed and what’s not. He works his jaw back and forth a few times, wringing his hands to try and relieve some of the anxiety building up in his body.
“I just….” He drops his gaze. “Why do you never wanna’ see Dad? I know it’s hard, but he’s not…. we’re not totally gone, I don’t think. For him. I don’t think we’re forgotten. And maybe seeing you might help him, maybe—” He stops himself, biting the inside of his cheek. “Sorry.”
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