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callonpeevesie · 6 months
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Fellas is it gay to look through his eyes and see what he sees till you see the forest not just the trees and mimic his will and learn his routines and feel the same thrill and know what it means and walk in his shoes as long as it takes and
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peevesiehasasideblog · 10 months
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Aromantics on 5th June:
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jake-marshall · 4 years
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Six Sentence Sunday
Do I have more Ghost!Fred excerpts to share! You bet your ass I do! No context to this.  I’ll leave you all in wonder as to what happened.  Basically this is when Fred reveals himself at Hogwarts to anyone other than Peeves; he’s been laying low for years because Reasons.
Fred doubts they can see him, still crouched behind Filch's smoldering desk and peering around it, with his and George's file completely enveloped by his ghostly frame.   
Peeves takes great delight in the confusion, bobbing up and down excitedly. “Maybe instead of pointing at protective Peevesie, she should watch out for a ginger jokester, keeheehee... in despair, no longer a pair. But still makes Peeves laugh, he does, ickle ghostie that he is!” He points to the office; Fred ducks back behind the desk. Shit, shit, shit, and here he thought being a spirit would have made breaking and entering (and exiting) significantly easier.  And it is, but not without the file.  They can pry it from his cold, dead hands, knees, chin, arse... well, they actually could do that, quite simply, but it was the principle of it.  Blimey, he respects the hell out of McGonagall but he's not letting anything (else) come between him and George, even if George is just scribbles of Filch's infuriated handwriting.   If he could manufacture one explosion,  he could do it again, right?  He's like a walking (floating, drifting?) Wildfire Whiz-bang; he readies himself, just in case... Though he's not looking now, Fred can imagine McGonagall with her wand brandished in one hand, her other flung out to stay Filch from charging at Peeves.   “Peeves! You couldn't...”  Hesitation, where Fred guesses she's swallowing a spike of apoplexy down.  “How dare you?  Of all the terror you've inflicted on Hogwarts and those in it... this school – your home, Peeves! - would not still be standing if it weren't for...” Her voice cracks; she can't say his name. “The countless heroes who-” Peeves interrupts by launching  into a dramatic fit of tears, something Fred would typically find himself laughing at for how outrageous it is – except this sounds almost real, and hardly amusing.  “Peeves would never do such a thing, McMistress!  Never ever ever speak ill of the Great Fred Weasley, certainly not in front of him!”   McGonagall goes off again, but Fred doesn't take it in.  Great, eh?  Fred the Great?  No, no, it'd be more fitting if... “Peeves!” He shoots to his feet, that levitate a few inches off the floor, as if he's standing on the file.  “Fred the Fierce; George the Great, yeah?” McGonagall blanches a snow-white, hand flying to her mouth, head shaking in disbelief.  Filch doesn't look much better, his eyes so wide they might just pop right out of their sockets, his bottom lip jutted and trembling. “Mr. Weasley...” she chokes out.  
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callonpeevesie · 5 months
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I like to think Sokka was Suki's bi awakening the same way Mulan was Shang's. As in Suki had been around girls her whole life, she knew she was into girls. She only realised after meeting Sokka that Guys Also Good
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callonpeevesie · 1 year
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Are you a "I have no original thoughts about romance so I just default to canon ships" aromantic or a "I don't like how romance is usually written in media so I prefer to play with non-canon ships" aromantic?
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callonpeevesie · 3 months
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Lizzie and Darcy are the type of couple to develop several different flavours of Eye Contacts To Make In Public. such as the "can you believe this bitch" eye contact and the "we need to leave now" eye contact
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"I often wonder if my diagnosis makes sense. Female to male transsexual is not a very good description of what is going on. It's too neat, too chronological. Too trapped between two states, man and woman. I find neither of these possible or desirable. I need the diagnosis for the surgery but I question the link between the two. I refuse the social construct of gender and desire a flat chest. I am forced to advocate that which is arbitrary and false. If I were to diagnose myself, I often think essay would be the better term. I am a piece of writing that I want to look and sound a certain way. I have this deep impulse to sculpt and shape my body. I think of the surgeon's scalpel like the squat nib of a fountain pen, marking up and crossing out. When I write, I am trying to say something true about the world. I am trying to polish language until it vanishes, becomes a window. I am not writing for the sake of writing, I am writing to bring the world into being. Living seems to be much the same process; I am not living for the sake of living, I live in order to carve, and sculpt and incise, wax/buff/burnish, weather/age/distill myself. To do this until I am a walking transparency, making the whole world visible. And people say I am an idiot for doing this, for carving up my body. I have two long scars where my breasts have been. Two dry rivers or else a tightrope with a gap. Maybe they agree with me about the fallacious sculpting of the fallen branch. Maybe the art was done when two fatty protrusions emerged, hanging from my sternum. Maybe nothing will be as masterfully mound as the glands I excised. Nothing as masterful as my big, fat areolas, my moving, hanging milk-works. If the artist is wrong-headed, then so am I."
— Jay Bernard, 'Idiot', 2021 Edinburgh International Festival
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callonpeevesie · 1 year
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Tiktok art "tutorials": you think you're bad at art? No worries, here's a fun way you can fill up your sketchbook by blindly copying me! No need to learn!
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callonpeevesie · 2 years
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Mahalaya is so wild because you'd think waking up at 4am is some religious ritual, but no, it's entirely social. Some ninety years ago everyone just collectively decided that it's Absolutely Necessary to wake up at the ungodly hour of 4am every Mahalaya to. listen to a radio program. We Have to listen to it every year otherwise the economy will be in shambles
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callonpeevesie · 2 years
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callonpeevesie · 8 months
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Since Sophie and Howl still don't seem to have a ship name I propose Hatkins (Hatter + Jenkins)
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callonpeevesie · 8 months
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Mailee.... oppenheimer gf and barbie gf fr
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I love you humanities I love you human society I love you politics I love you compassion for fellow humans no matter what I love you questions about human nature that have no definite answer I love you history I love you looking to the past and knowing we're not alone
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callonpeevesie · 2 years
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I don't know who needs to hear this but "portraying other religions as lesser than Christianity is racist and has been historically used as a tool of colonialism and it's important to be wary of such portrayals" and "every organised religion has its own problems and can be weaponised to perpetuate abuse and fundamentalism and woobifying and exoticising religions other than Christianity is also racist and unhelpful" are statements that can and should coexist
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callonpeevesie · 2 years
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[ID: image 1: screenshot of spotify lyrics saying
“Yeah, the Gods are real And they have kids And those kids have Issues Issues”
Image 2: the “you broke comedy down to its bare essentials” meme edited to say “You did it! You broke pjo down to its bare essentials!” End ID]
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