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s-aint-elmo · 1 year

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there was a post about daiba nana as a body snatcher horror from junna’s pov and it has me in a fucking chokehold.

imagine being roommates with somebody you haven't gotten to know yet, and it's a little awkward but you're both polite and she seems like a nice girl. she's kind and open and warm, ready with a helping hand or a listening ear, beloved quickly by your classmates in a way you never quite managed to convince people to love you. you could be friends with her, given time. you think she might want to be friends with you, too.

you go to sleep as hoshimi-san and wake as hoshimi-san and walk to school as hoshimi-san, but, without warning, you cross the threshold of the classroom and suddenly you're junna-chan.

suddenly, the friendly interest in daiba-san's eyes has deepened with an intensity that unnerves you, even when it manifests in entirely benign ways—an uncanny familiarity with your schedule, a fond glimmer for your quotations, an offering of your favourite snack food with a side of dishonesty in the way she claims it was a lucky guess.

you feel seen. the way prey does when a predator reveals itself upwind. exposed and unprotected.

but daiba-san is easy to like, easy to love, easy to forgive. you forget your unease in the face of her sincerity. she takes care of everybody as though it were her sole purpose on this earth, so you take care of her.

when daiba-san becomes nana and you become junna-chan, willingly this time, you wonder if you imagined the anticipatory gleam in her eyes when you served her your first name, as though it were a favourite dish she'd long been craving.

#revue starlight #hoshimi junna #daiba nana #junnana #mine #bc banana is SO intense. she's got no fucking chill. she's gotta be some kind of indescribably terrifying after 60 years of playing god #even if all god wanted to do was live blissfully with her blorbos for all of eternity #how does banana get when one of her ultimate favourite most precious moments is coming up. what kind of expectant zeal sets her eyes alight #sets off some primal sense for the unsettling that bids you be wary of the girl tracking time like a hunter leading its prize #until it hits her sights #daiba nana on her own is already so insane. i just think we can make her worse #im on mobile rn so i can't find the post but iykyk

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squeakadeeks · 3 months

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if i had a dollar for every time a religious missionary knocked on my door to "spread the good news" while i was actively in an acute mental health crisis i'd have 2 dollars, which isnt a lot but also. how many times does this have to happen before they stop coming.

#technically ive actually had three but the ones where they come to my home feel more violating and embarrassing #heads up im going to talk about grim things but its so bananas that its hard not to talk about #2 years ago i had one come while i was Participating In An Activity One Does When You're Grappling With SI #and it was a very bad time and an overall terrible encounter #especially bc it was obvious at the time i was deeply unwell but of course they didnt want to actually address it #and today i had two come while i was having an active manic episode and looked DEEPLY insane and was in the middle of some bullshit #and both times as soon as i opened the door i can tell theyre like 'oh fuck' and realize that theres something serious going on #but at the same time. play stupid games win stupid prizes.#if someone is having a MH crisis they try to do it in a safe and private environment like their gotdamn house for a reason w/o strangers #and if you just show up unannounced to talk about Mormonism to a random persons house theres a good chance youre going to be-#interrupting something and that something isnt always good #i know door-to-door solicitors are '''normal''' but the whole thing really whacks me out and makes me feel kind of angry

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itissadbutitsmy-artblog · 6 months

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lich's wishverse bmo gets to go to the dead worlds after that, OBVIOUSLY, but um. i realized something. and i am simply assuming that a separate Dead Worlds services each dimension cuz otherwise id go crazy.

offscreen voice: theyre not here. bmo: hm?

banana man: youre looking for finn and jake, right? bmo: of course i am. banana man: yeah. um. they're not. here bmo: why not? are you sure? banana man: yes. i looked. i looked a LOT.

bmo: ooh, ooh! maybe, they must have reincarnated, and are safe back on-- oh. right.

banana man: well if it's any consolation, the last anyone saw of them, the princess, princess bubblegum, saw them stepping out of our dimension entirely. bmo: ohh,, glob, my boys are dead in space, banana man: NO! bmo: [sniff SFX] banana man: th-- bmo.

banana man: they're not in the dead worlds anywhere banana man: bmo, i-- i think, somehow, they escaped it

bman: have you met jermaine? bmo: no

#banana man lovessss fnj he spent like all those 15 years looking for them to make friends/make up for scaring finn that one time #make up for Being Weird. ahahaha. all forgiven now right guys now we can hang out!!!!! eheh. maybe?#HES NEVER MET JERMAINE???????#adventure time #fionna and cake #bmo #banana man #sorry for using bman. i adore him a lot i think he would be kind to bmo here. and tell him whats up.#digital #does this make any sense at all. I hope so. it’s been in my drafts so long and I never get a day off to work on anything anymore :(#I wanna post it. here you go

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morgana-ren · 3 months

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Zevran brainrot hours no thoughts only Antivan assassin

#morgana whinings #sorry havent been answering questions going on vacation will resume answering soon #been playing dragon age origins #zevran is the one 'respectful' man i go bananas for #seriously in love with that man #i have a type you see #hes the ONE man i like that is kind and respectful to his lovers #very strange for me #but i am so in love with him tbh #loved him for years i swear

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pumpkinrootbeer · 6 months

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hunger games tweets but it's mostly haymitch

#the hunger games #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #:V #Haymitch just some fucking guy kills me #a centuries old tyrannical government being in part overthrown by some 40 year old dude with trust issues is vital to me #Overthrowing the government after being forced to lead 46 kids to their death is just average alcoholic behavior #He be getting into situations #ALSO. can I just say #The way snow underestimates haymitch makes me go fucking coo coo bananas 😭#Like sure #Katniss and peeta would never successfully stage any kind of revolution theyre way to young #But he just left haymitch alone in district 12 with them #snow: oh yeah surely nothing will go wrong he's not gonna try anything not after I killed his family #haymitch: overthrows the government #People could read it as a plot hole I choose to read it as character development

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btsbs · 4 days

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#that army fan club questionnaire floating around today #not going to reblog it because #i’m kind of over getting blocked for having spicy tags #but #man it blows my mind the toxic shit that makes it into official content sometimes #it’s one thing to leave in some of their off hand comments #from behind the scene footage but #literally the FIRST question #‘your pants don’t fit but you’re hungry- just drink water instead right?’#like who is that for #who is feeling better about anything reading that #do you ever think about all the things they’ve been told by their teams over the years #if this is what is being put out on public display #i know i know Korea is different idols have different standards whatever #eat a fucking banana then a glass of water is not a meal #you can look hot and be fit and still consume food #hybe is well aware the fandom is made up of people #who hang on their every word #a lot of whom at least FIND bts whilst Going Through A Thing #do better man #shout out to jin for being the only one who chose food #he never gives into the not eating bullshit and I love that about him #anyway that’s my two cents #just a girl having thoughts #here on my own blog in my own lane

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moregraceful · 10 months

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my reading of that post was something akin to [sniffles] i'd like to talk about big gay bbq ;_;

also God yeah if ppl wrote about the ahl more there wld be a lot of firebirds fic. or maybe i just see men and am like ouuuughhhh kiss ? i have Angles for like so many different pairings / polyships

- ash

What if Joey Daccord was enjoying the Big Gay BBQ with his boys after a hard fought game...what if Kole Lind looked at him with a smudge of bbq sauce on his mouth and felt insane about it....and also, what if Chris Driedger was watching this while wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses and vaguely yearning for Grubi...ouagh

[I absolutely derailed myself into a psychological assessment of Chris Driedger his 20s + musings on the AHL fic -- cut bc I had to scroll four times to get to the bottom and the people on my dash who don't care about the AHL just don't deserve that...just a note that there is ZERO salacious imagines under the cut]

Actually Chris is very interesting to me bc irl he is a 29yo who invested in crypto, but he is also a 29yo who suffered his way through his 20s not unlike the rest of us, just with more of a spotlight on him. but it's like, or at least of me it was like this, I hit 29 and I was like, well. I made it this far through my 20s and it absolutely sucked so much and I hated every minute of it and I kinda wish I was dead, but maybe a new decade will be different. I gotta make it through one last year of pushing through this shit and if I take a step back, yeah, it's gotten a little better with every passing month. Maybe my 30s are not a chance to start over so much as they are a chance to start moving forward. And I think for Chris (this is turning in a psychological assessment instead of a sexy imagine sorry) who has suffered through some catastrophic injuries, some terrible setbacks, some truly awful decision-making of his own, and just kept coming back from it and kept pushing forward -- to me Chris at 29, back in the AHL and yet again a back up, but also BACK PLAYING AT ALL which is very much its own kind of triumph, it feels very much like an interesting thing poke at in fanfiction. Like, okay Chris, you turned 29 in May in the middle of a playoff push, back early from injury when everyone thought your entire season was done an almost full calendar year prior. You're a back up again, but you're not really playing. You just watched this kid you love so much and this team who has embraced you have an inaugural season that quite frankly set the standard for any expansion team yet to come and CERTAINLY any team moving around (Wranglers. Cuda.) in the current era. Like, irl he seems very confident, very full of swagger, but also very full of humility and gratitude for how many chances he got and very determined not take anything for granted anymore. If you apply that to the experience of being a queer man at 29, gosh there are so many possibilities. Very "I am going to make it through this year if it kills me." Where do we go from here, Chris???

But also yeah he should eat bbq and send a photo of himself to his friends with his shirt unbuttoned flirting with drag queens and Philipp Grubauer should have a horny meltdown about it and spend all summer sending him thirst traps to get back at him. This does many things for Chris's ego.

also AHL fic is so interesting to me as someone who spent a couple years in bandom when fob had more or less fully taken off but a lot of pete's proteges were grinding it out on one hit wonders or collaborations with more famous artists and they were all clawing for every show and even p!atd wasn't really a sure thing yet... there are a lot of parallels to the whole "boys in buses got it so damn bad but we love it like the last cigarette we ever had" liminal space of the grind of touring and fighting for every last chance and making these friendships you THINK are insoluble but more often than not just dissolve as soon as one of you makes it or one of you breaks down and quits and goes home...the way Warped Tour was a party every year because for a lot of bands it WAS the last cigarette they ever had and they probably knew that on some level...i forgot where I was going with this. OH. the NHL can't even touch that level of "every game could be my last game"/"every show could be my last show" and the kind of desperation but also weird situational camaraderie that comes from that. Like on a pro athlete way for sure but also in that, 5, 6, 9, 12 hour bus rides every week all over the damn west coast. What do you do if you hate the guy sitting next to you. What do you do if you love the guy sitting next to you. There's no escape man. I forgot where I was going with that again but yeah basically, AHL fic is an untapped and very rich universe for people who love dirtbags, writing about people in close quarters, desperate feelings, and accept that there's a solid chance you may have to delete your fic someday when a prospect bombs out of hockey and turns into a normie. You know?? It's great stuff.

#like i am fully expecting to have to delete all the nick cicek fic at some point in the next two years tbh. if i'm lucky he goes to the shl #but that's kind of the joy of ahl and writing about the ahl tbh. the promise and the agony. [cwk voice] the joy the joy the joy and misery #i think i've actually gotten less coherent as this ask has gone on. i think this ask devolved the further i got into it #ah well. that's what the dash receives when i have to spend four hours in a clinic being diagnosed as not a werewolf.#the navelgazing on mortality in a waiting room...we move forward every decade...we grow into ourselves. we grow more comfortable #if we're lucky the impact of life softens year by year. if we're lucky we get gentler and more confident even if life stays hard #in conclusion what if chris and grubi kissed on the mouth at seafair again and then chris went down to palm desert and watched his #20yo teammates have some bananas melodrama romance and he just felt grateful that wasn't his life anymore lmao #ok NOW i'm done #cage replies #anon

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mqonlighting · 3 months

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real talk in the tags for a second because i have a crush on a girl and i. a hehe. ahehehe.

will be burying this in reblogs and never touching on it again

#so random disclaimer this girl is like a year older than me and in high school it’s like a nono for older and younger batch to like be #a thing so i know i generally have no chance but i like to live in my own insanity and the progression of my crush on her has been absolute #ly cuckoo bananas. so like it started out as ‘i wanna be your friend’ and progressed into ‘shit they’re really pretty’ to ‘wow ur so??’ to #‘fuck i like them’ and then it died down and then by all golly it came back but more of a hallway crush now which is bearable bc i’m #not really a part of their life?? like we know each other but we don’t wave and shit and we don’t like ever interact that much so i was lik #ok this is fine bc they literally never think of me so i’m just admiring from afar. and the FIRST inciting incident was i request them onig #and i expect to not get accepted because according to their friends they onyl accept close friends and i’m like k this is a bad idea probs #but the worst that could happen is i get left in their follow requests right?? RIGHT?? but then within like two hours of reqing. lord.#i got. ACCEPTED. and they requested back. and suddenly it’s +1 tangibility like ok?? maybe we’re not as strangers as i thought we were #i later discovered i was not that special for this but also?? cool?? anyways for a while it kind of laid dead and we never spoke at all eve #tho i was in their acc now (at this time they barely posted but whenever they did it was so?? funny like they would slap the randomest shit #on that acc) and it was still a hallway crush altho my friends r awful (/pos) people who would always make me pass their hallway and i #would run into them so often but at this point we only ever like exchanged glances and they would walk right past me like i wasnt even ther #but THEN the second incident happened which was basically we had to play instruments for this christmas event thing and bc they’re literall #y amazing they played for it and i was roped into it and. i was so gay the whole time. bc who wears a leather jacket to school and gets the #prettiest haircut ever right on the last day before a long break?? and the worst part is whenevr something confusing happened they would #turn to me and this one other person and we’d b laughing together. like we r friends. and they’re so fucking nice they were checking up on #us the whole time i was literally dying i kept dropping my pick and stealing looks AURURUGH and they’re so gen funny and interesting i just #and the first few days of holiday break i just couldn’t stop thinking abt them it was so bad? like that was the moment where i was genuinel #like is this more than a hallway crush… eventually it died back down until the next event we had to play together where they were being SO #SO much more comf w me? like exchanging knowing looks when smt funny happens and that stuff.. at this point i didnt even know what to like #think of my crush on them so i just let it be yk. atp they’re not even waving at me in the hallways at all still so maybe they’re just bein #nice! BUT NO. THAT IS UNTIL I AUDITIONED FOR A BAND (theyr in charge of accepting) AND THEY ACCEPTED ME WHICH COOL BUT LIKE A DAY LATER I #HEARD FROM OUR MUTUAL FRIEND THAT THEY SAID ‘yeaa im so happy i got (my name)’ AS IN IN THE BAND. LIKE. HELLO?? HI U THIUGHT ABT ME?? and #during the first band mtg where everyone’s all awk they kept making eye contact w me and asking if i was good and making sure i got to say #smt before anyone made a decision and it. murdered. me. i’m sorry maybe it’s the fanfic writer in me or this shit is literally nothing and #think they’re just nice to everyone but who cares bc it means they’re nice to ME too. and then last week happened. which was like the nail #in the coffin. INTERACTION ACTIVITY. I IMPULSIVELY ASK IF THEY WANNA B GROUPMATES AND THEY SAY YES. THEY ONLY TALK TO ME AND THEIR FRIENDS.#I ACT STUPID. THEY ALUGH AND TOUCH MY SHOULDER. I ASK ABT THEIR CAMERA AND THEY GO ON A LONG-ISH (cute) RANT ABT SMTH. THEY ASK WHY I HAVE #BIG ASS STACK OF POST ITS. WE TALK. THEY LAUGH AT MY JOKES. SUDDENLY. THEY SAY A FULL HELLO IN THE HALLS. THEY WAVE AT ME A DAY LATER. FUCK

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softquietsteadylove · 10 months

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I thought about some Thenamesh and Jack kitchen chaos, because Jack wants to do something for this Dad's for fathers day.

Hugs and love!! 🖤✨

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"What?" Jack asked as the hand mixer was taken from his hand from above and behind him, as well as the mixing bowl.

"You can't hold it from the edge like that when you're mixing," Gil corrected, far from the first time and it would be far from the last, too. "It could slip outta your hand and you could hurt yourself."

"I'll hold it right," Jack attempted to insist to his Uncle. But Gil was already holding the bowl and mixing the batter himself.

"Let him, Jack," Thena smiled at her nephew. She had never handled the beast known as 'hand mixer' either, but she was in favour of whatever couldn't hurt her nephew. "You can crack the eggs."

Jack beamed; now that, he could do. "Okay!"

Gil chuckled, watching Jack rush over to Thena's end of the kitchen. The place was a disaster. There were bowls everywhere, eggshells on the counter and the floors, turkey bacon packaging in the sink. It was complete chaos.

"Very good, Jack."

It was well worth it for how cute it was. Thena leaned over Jack's shoulder as he cracked the eggs with obsessive care and precision. Thena didn't intervene, despite being a real egg cracking pro (even on her worst Mahd Wy'ry days, she could usually manage to eat an egg).

"Is three enough?" he looked up at his Aunt, who looked at Gil.

He shrugged and nodded.

"Yes," Thena smiled blithely. She had no idea if that was true for humans, or if their fragile bones needed more nutrition than that. She was used to having entire feasts served to her at a time, after all.

Gil let the pancake batter settle as he came over to the stove with the bowl in hand. "You got it?"

"We've got it!" Jack answered happily as he stood at the stove to scramble his lovingly cracked eggs in the pan.

"Okay," Gil murmured, still keeping a close eye on them as he moved to the cast iron skillet that would cook their pancakes for them. "Should be ready."

"Hm," Thena looked at it, instinctively moving to put her hand on it to test.

Gilgamesh grabbed it, both fierce in intent, but holding her hand gently. "Don't even-!"

She gave him a look, "I may not have your hands, but I can touch it for a second, Gilgamesh."

He shook his head though, pulling her hand up to his lips to kiss it. "Not even that. Not these precious hands."

Thena smiled as Gil endeavoured to kiss each knuckle.

"Uh, Uncle Gil?--the pancakes?"

Gil laughed at Jack's eagerness to interrupt their affections. But he obliged, "okay, okay, pancakes."

Gilgamesh did indeed put his palm to the hot iron, unbothered completely by what would be a dire injury to even another Eternal.

Thena smiled, leaning against him on one side of her with her hand on Jack's shoulder on the other side. "It's like back home."

Gil smiled; he made pancakes for her often back in Australia. "You want berries in yours?"

She kissed his cheek, "please."

"But they're for Dad and Baba, Uncle Gil!"

"Don't worry, buddy, there's plenty of batter," Gil assured their nephew (who was cooking the eggs to death). "Your dads will have plenty for them. But no way I'm making pancakes and leaving out my wife."

Thena smiled, leaning forward and pursing her lips.

Gil happily obliged.

"Are the eggs done yet?"

Yes, they were almost burnt to the pan. Thena smiled, turning off the heat for him, "I believe they are. Bring them to the plates at the table."

"Okay!"

Gil leaned closer to her as Jack did so with reckless abandon, swinging the hot pan around without a care in the world. "It's cute to watch you cook with him."

She tucked herself into his side, leaving his flipping hand free. "That is how I feel when I watch you in the kitchen."

"Aw, you're such a softie," he teased, giving her waist a pinch with one hand and flipping the first three pancakes with the other.

Thena purred against him, "he makes me soft."

"You were already soft," Gil argued in a whisper against her cheek.

"Hm," she humoured him, in quite a good mood from how happy Jack was. "I suppose if anyone were to know, it would be you."

Gil blushed faintly as she trailed her hand up his chest and to his chin to kiss him again.

"What's next?"

"The bird bacon," Thena declared, reaching for the next pan that needed their attention. The strips of processed meat were already laid out and heating slowly, just not sizzling yet.

Jack grimaced at the unpleasant name for it.

"Add a little bit of oil," Gil advised, watching even more closely than before. Jack reached for the bottle, "and I mean a little!"

Thena took the bottle gently from his smaller hand for herself, tipping out just enough for the strips of turkey bacon to actually fry and crisp at the edges. "Now we only need wait."

"That's right," Gil patted Jack's head. "We're almost done, if you want to see if your dads are up."

Jack fidgeted with his hands for a second before running off this time. He peeked up at Gil and then looked up at Thena, "thank you for helping me."

Thena leaned right over, kissing his forehead in a rare display of affection. "You are most welcome, Jack."

"Hey, this was fun," Gil laughed in a much more jovial acceptance of Jack's thanks. He gave Thena's waist a squeeze, "I'm havin' a great time."

"Indeed," she murmured, not totally obliging him with Jack watching. She nodded her head in the direction of the hallway, "fetch your fathers. We shall finish the cooking."

"Thanks Aunt Thena!"

Gil snorted at the sound of Jack's thunderous footsteps filling the house. If Phastos and Ben had been asleep, they weren't anymore just from that.

"Berries?"

"How could I forget?" Gil chuckled, grabbing a few frozen raspberries from a bowl beside the stove. He dotted one with them, and one with blueberries. "Not my darling wife."

"Hm," she humoured him again, leaning in to kiss him more slowly. He savoured the longer affection from her, their lips meeting gently. She smiled against his lips, "you are father to a brood of lizards back home."

Gil both laughed and sighed in one sound. "They're all mamas boys, I'm pretty sure."

"Still," she kissed him again. "Phastos and Ben shall enjoy what Jack has done for them. And I will provide you with celebration later."

Gil raised his eyebrows. Thena just pursed her lips at him again, promising their continuation once in their guest room again. And again, he blushed, "oh."

She really was in a good mood.

#Jack and Thenamesh #for father's day!#Jack certainly would have his hands full with this one #I think he's done small things for them before #he brings toast to them in bed and stuff #that kind of thing #it's either burnt or underdone #there's sliced banana #for Ben #Phastos hates bananas #but this year he has help!#he asked Thena if she thought Uncle Gil could help him #and she said they both would #Jack and Phastos and Ben get all snuggled up and eat breakfast together #Gil hand feeds Thena berry pancakes in the disaster of a kitchen #happy Father's day to whom it applies

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rulesforthedance · 1 year

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I will admit I am backyard ultra curious, and there are two in Oregon that I know of. I’d do the one in Tygh Valley because I love Tygh Valley, but it’s 5k in 40 minutes instead of 4 miles in an hour and No Thank You

#have to actually run all the time if you want more than a couple minutes' break between laps #no wonder it has a much lower record than Banana Slug #kind of want to do Banana Slug someday but I think I want to do at least 100k first so it's at least a couple years away #I don't have a five-year plan for life but I have one for running

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theresthesnitch · 1 year

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I posted 4,523 times in 2022

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I tagged 3,356 of my posts in 2022

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(a little something for Sirius and Harry Saturday that I decided was too long for @impishtubist's askbox...)

When Sirius moved in with the Potters, things were not just suddenly okay. Sirius acted out a lot. Testing boundaries, sure, but he also thought that they would eventually kick him out too, because if even his parents didn't love him enough to keep him, then why would the Potters?

Only, Euphemia and Fleamont were not Walburga and Orion. They responded to each outburst with kindness and love. They set reasonable boundaries and had reasonable expectations. Every time Sirius did something else to break those boundaries and force them to finally punish him, Euphemia would look at him and say, "I love you, but I don't love the way you are acting right now."

One night, Sirius came home, hours after abandoning James in some muggle neighborhood, drunk and high. Euphemia stayed with him until he sobered up, even though he slept through most of it.

When he woke up, she was sitting in a chair next to his bed, knitting. She saw he was awake, and proceeded to tell him that she loved him, unconditionally, and that she was worried about him. She promised to always be there for him, even when he scared her the way he did the night before.

Sirius had never had anyone worry for him before. He hadn't thought that what he was doing would scare her. He never again disappeared like that, or came back quite that out of it.

(She knit a sweater that night, which Sirius wore nearly constantly until he wore it to rags. She knit him another to replace it.)

When Harry came to live with Sirius and Remus after POA, he was overly well behaved at the beginning. Sirius and Remus had to convince him that he didn't have to wake up early to make them breakfast, he didn't have to sweep and mop and wipe down the counters and the toilets every night, and he did not have to stay out of the way so he was neither seen nor heard. It took a while, and the sacrifice of every single piece of the Black Family fine china launched at the hideous Black Family Tree tapestry, but they finally convinced Harry that it was alright to be a teenager.

With the new freedom, Harry rebelled.

It was small things, at first. Testing boundaries. When he found lines to cross, he did, and Sirius watched as Harry braced for whatever punishment he had been conditioned to expect. It never came, and every time, when Harry relaxed again, Sirius watched the confusion and awe on his face, and wondered whether Euphemia saw the same mix of emotions on his own face.

Remus didn't get it–why Harry lashed out at them. He couldn't get it; not really. His parents weren't perfect, but they loved him.

Sirius got it, though. He understood the absolute disbelief that someone could love you as you were, unconditionally. So every time Harry yelled at them, or broke something, or slammed his door so hard that the entire house groaned under it, Sirius thought of Euphemia and her kind smile and her kinder words.

I love you, but I don't love how you're acting right now.

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Imagine Professor Remus J. Lupin showing up to Hogwarts the first week of September 1993, and all the professors are going on about the Chamber of Secrets. Professor Lupin assures them that the chamber does not exist because TRUST HIM they would have found it (with a wink and a smirk to the professors who knew him back then).

Professor McGonagall sits him down one evening with a cup of tea spiked with a little fire whiskey, and proceeds to absolutely blow Remus's mind about the way that little Harry Potter beat all of the Marauder's accomplishments by the end of his second year.

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Wolfstar raising Harry snippet

This is from the fic that I'm writing (sloooooowly) in order to make @impishtubist cry. This is from the first night with Harry living with Sirius.

“Keep calling me old, Remus, and I’ll tell him about how you started getting grey hairs at 15.” Sirius tried to make his voice sound threatening, but he was just too content with the two of them to pull it off.

Remus rolled his eyes and waived his wand to send the dishes to the sink. “I’m a werewolf. We age prematurely due to–”

“–due to your condition, yes, I know your excuses.” Sirius finished for him.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “I was going to say due to the fact that I had to deal with you and James.”

“Oh Merlin,” Harry said as he stood up and moved to the sink. “With both of those, I’m surprised you have any brown hair left.”

Remus and Sirius both laughed, caught a bit off guard by how much the joke sounded like James. The laughter died off when Harry started filling the sink with water.

“Haz, what are you doing?” Sirius asked.

Harry didn’t even look over his shoulder. Instead, his head was under the sink, digging for something. “The dishes. Where’s the soap?”

“I don’t have any, and you don’t need to do the dishes.”

Harry turned around, brow furrowed. “You don’t have soap? How do you get the dishes clean?”

Remus raised his wand and pointed it at the sink. Immediately it filled with sudzy water, and the dishes began scrubbing themselves. “Did you forget we were wizards, Harry?”

Harry looked dumbly at the sink before moving back to the table. “I guess I didn’t think of it. I’ve always done them by hand.”

“Your mum did that too, I remember.” Sirius said. “Said she never liked the way the charm got them clean.”

“Do you remember when James cleaned them with the charm without telling her, and she made him pull them all back out of the cabinets to redo it?” Remus laughed.

“She was so mad.” Sirius leaned back laughing. “He knew she didn’t like it, but didn’t think she could actually tell the difference, and he wanted to go out to play pick-up quidditch”

“She got mad at him for how he cleaned the dishes?” Harry looked confused.

“Not like mad, mad.” Remus said. “She helped him redo them, and in the end, I think they ended up–” Remus cut off short, eyes going wide as he looked at Sirius.

Harry looked between them. “Ended up what?”

Sirius smirked. “Dancing. In the kitchen together.”

Harry smiled, leaning on his hand. “That’s sweet.” Remus snorted, but he managed to hide it behind a cough.

“They were always like that.” Sirius smiled fondly at the memory of them. “They would bicker and banter, and then suddenly they’d be so wrapped up in each other that you couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other started.”

445 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

Okay, but now I'm picturing a gossipy Voldemort keeping up to date on all the goings ons.

"He married the mudblood? Absolute waste of a pureblood. He was good looking too. Could have had any pureblood girl he wanted, probably. No, not your wife Lucius, but he's very good looking, you can't deny that."

"I can't believe they're together. Shacking up with a half-blood, half-breed. My, how the House of Black has fallen. Orion, how shameful for you."

"Molly Weasley is pregnant again? Didn't she just have twins? Are they trying to get enough kids to have a quidditch team or something? How funny would it be if the next one is a girl? Yes, Bella, I know that girls can play quidditch too, but not well."

"Did you see the robes that Dumbledore was wearing on that last raid? Magenta is not your color, Alby. Someone should really tell him."

670 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I have a *thing* for Wolfstar fics when Remus thinks Sirius isn't going to stick with him because he's not good enough for Sirius, then it flips to Sirius's POV and he's tripping over his own feet because he's just so into Remus he can't think straight.

1,073 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

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𝐋𝐗𝐗. Parallels between the God of Wisdom's speech and the Twilight Sword.

Why are there still so many people striving to move forward even when they know the path ahead is dangerous and painful? It's because people don't only live for themselves. They have families, loved ones, friends, and communities. They have dreams that they are still trying to achieve.

[...] The path of life is long, and it's hard for us to see the destination. This leads us to ask a lot of difficult questions... What's the meaning of life? What's the purpose of my existence? Why do I keep experiencing pain and loss? Of course, the most comfortable choice is to stop progressing, give up thinking, and just keep repeating whatever you're already familiar with. Some venture in search of the world's secrets to prevent rapidly approaching, yet still unknown, world-shattering catastrophes. [...] Life is not just about yourself. Each and every one of your actions shapes you and the world around you. Therefore, many people will strive forward to forge new paths, even if they have to endure great pain to do so. Once you begin your journey on that same difficult yet rewarding path, you'll come to know the answers to those big, existential questions, yet they will no longer fell as life-defining as they did before.

—Nahida: Sapientia Oromasdis I.

I just finished Nahida's character quest and to be honest... I'm at a loss of words. I was already finding it interesting due to the potential connections with the Akasha and the manner Rhukkadevata made it happen to heal partly the world from this forbidden knowledge (which it ended up having solid connections), but this last part of the quest wrecked my feelings thinking about Dain.

We have this man who used to be the captain of the royal knights of a country that fell by the hand of the gods, thus he lost everything. He found himself in the position of need to find what his destiny is, most likely to understand the purpose of his existence after being denied death. After 500 years, he'd have every reason to wallow in the past. Every day he pursues the Abyss Order is a reminder of his failure to protect them, or to try to change the mentality of great part of Khaenri'ah at the time following King Irmin's belief if he was under the last Regent's orders, who seemed to want to change this but ultimately failed too.

But despite how painful his road of self-imposed and not enjoyable solitude is, for all the grief he still feels in his dreams, despite finding every obstacle one could ever find in his way, he managed to move forward and his destination in life is clear and guided by his actions. What this destination may be or what he truly wants to achieve remains a mystery, but I can only imagine that based on the Travail trailer and his strong belief in human potential in this world (which there is, so much that it gives Archons strength and in company to celestial beings they can achieve a lot —see the 2.6 Interlude Chapter—) he truly wants to fight for humanity. Even if that means fighting against the same people he once protected before Khaenri'ah's fall.

Maybe in all his sorrow, Dain still may have moments of existential doubts along the way. He discarded himself to the point of not even being able to name one place he likes in the entirety of Teyvat, thus maybe he lost all sense of self-importance. But as Nahida says here, it's not about himself alone. His actions, the people that will benefit from it even if they'll never know who made it possible and the way the world will be shaped thanks to them, these will become part of who he is, too.

#◟༺✦༻◞ events to be remembered in blue veins ┊addendum.┊#I love Dain so much like you have no idea #he'd have every reason in this world #to become bananas and be a potential enemy to everyone #if considering that the Abyss Order runs away from him #is telling enough of his strength #but he's right there after losing everything #still striving to do something #no matter how many times ghosts of the past may haunt him #or no matter how many times he finds adversities #along his path like the Black Knight Serpents were #despite the beautiful and tragic gist of events with Halfdan #he's still there /despite/ what he may feel or think or suffer #and I love this to bits #his strength #his kindness #despite all those 500 years of wear and tear #he really is a great character #and I can't wait to see him again and learn more about him

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