#011.

[gravitonspike]

he is VERY proud of You

[songbirdlucy]

w. @dexthelloyd at. Lucille's Apartment when. a random week after Valentines Day

Lucille tinha desaparecido. Bom, não literalmente, mas quase. Depois da viagem do dia dos namorados, tudo tinha se tornado demais, de repente, sem aviso. Talvez a música tenha feito com que ela encarasse sentimentos que ainda não entendia bem, e agora estavam escancarados diante de seus olhos, e ela não fazia ideia do que fazer com eles. Uma parte dela, a irritante, insistia em repetir que ela sequer tinha certeza se o que Dexter sentia por ela era o mesmo, se era tão intenso. E ultimamente, aquela vozinha vinha ganhando mais espaço dentro de sua cabeça. Ter tido notícias de seus pais, depois de tanto tempo, também não ajudou em nada. Parece que alguém tinha visto um vídeo de uma de suas apresentações recentes e enviado aos pais, o que definitivamente não os agradou nem um pouco, e lhe rendeu uma bela mensagem dizendo o quão triste e decepcionados eles estavam, o quanto ela tinha se perdido e agora vivia em pecado. Por mais que dissesse não se importar, as palavras dele pesavam, os anos de doutrinação pesavam, e ela não negaria, tinha pensando uma vez ou outra em pedir perdão e voltar pra casa, aceitar tudo o que lhe fosse proposto e viver a vida que sempre fora esperada dela. Mas, só de pensar em perder aquela liberdade que tinha conquistado, fazia seu peito doer, e também fazia com que questionasse se não estava trocando uma gaiola por outra ao embarcar de cabeça naquele relacionamento. E então, Lucille fez o que ela faz de melhor, se isolou do mundo. Cortou contato, inventou uma viagem aleatória, e sumiu sem dar notícias por alguns dias, precisava colocar a cabeça no lugar, e entender o que queria.

[preempire]

" admit it. you had FUN today! "

@protectxthem ( cobb ), meme.

The Mandalorian fixes Cobb with a long, quiet stare, made even sharper with the unfeeling shape of the T-visor. Dishevelled as the man looks, his grin is so bright it might as well be blinding.

The silence lasts a few more beats. Then, in a low tone, the Mandalorian finally admits, "It was enjoyable."

You cheeky brat goes unspoken.

[canoncompliance]

@alchemaxed

This is bad, Miguel thinks to himself, eyes on the screen and his hands wrapped tighter than they should be around a clipboard. This is real shocking bad.

The more he goes over the calculations made for interdimensional travel, and the more attempts at opening portals are made, the more concerned he gets. Alchemax has done plenty of insane things-- his own origins are enough proof of that-- but if they actually succeed making this collider, there's no telling how the fabric of the multiverse could be affected.

He's lucky; in his world, Alchemax hadn't been so concerned with these feats of physics. Earth-1610, however, isn't at all.

He's so caught up in watching numbers and simulated calculations flying on the screen that he doesn't notice the door sliding open. From behind his sunglasses, he watches with increasing anxiety, and Miguel inhales slowly, deeply, with his chest rising--

Then he hears footsteps, and he jumps and whirls around.

Looking down, Dr. Ohnn's features are a strange yet welcome familiarity. After all, the man's his boss. He tries at a smile (it's poorly done) and steps to the side to allow him a better look at the screen himself-- he'd forgotten the man would be on shift with him tonight, he realises.

"Sorry," Miguel-- no, Michael O'Mara-- apologises. "I forgot I wouldn't be alone tonight.

"Everything's been running well, though, sir." Too well, if you ask him. "At this rate, chances are we'll be able to open real portals within the month. Probably."

[resuelta]

random mags edits. 

[dptms]

BODY FOUND IN MISSING PERSON CASE IDENTIFIED AS MISSING HEALER ! 

the  aurors  office  announced  monday  afternoon  that  it  has  positively  identified  a  body  found  on  shrieking  shack  hill  sunday  morning  as  a  missing  healer.  the  disgraced  minister  of  magic  turned  head  of  the  department  of  magical  law  enforcement,  kingsley  shacklebolt,  was  named  in  the  release  stating  the  body  that  was  discovered  on  the  outskirts  of  hogsmeade  village  is  that  of  judith  strout,  thirty  two,  of  cardiff,  wales,  identified  by  a  member  of  the  family.  miss  strout  was  reported  missing  from  hogwarts  castle  on  june  1st,  with  all  efforts  to  locate  her  over  the  past  few  weeks  failing.  the  office  reports  that  the  final  autopsy  report  will  not  be  completed  for  several  days,  although  initial  findings  indicate  cause  of  death  as  a  yet  to  be  determined  curse.  “we  extend  our  deepest  condolences  to  the  family  of  judy  strout,  and  to  the  many  members  of  the  community  who  knew  &  loved  her.  all  of  our  energies  and  resources  are  committed  to  solving  this  case,”  said  auror  shacklebolt.  the  investigation  is  ongoing,  and  aurors  request  that  any  member  of  the  public  who  may  have  information  related  to  this  homicide  investigation  contact  the  ministry  of  magic  directly  by  owl.  

[firstladyofslytherin]

fight for me → 011.

where → defence against the dark arts classroom. when → two days after 010, Wednesday evening. warnings → n/a.

santana:

The days that followed the goblet of fire spitting out Santana's name passed in a whirlwind. Her mother, as expected was apoplectic with rage. But eventually, she resigned herself to her daughters fate. Fuck, it felt so good to have one up on her family. It was a shame that it had to be that way though. Her father was more bemused than anything initially. His daughter was always a free spirit who paved her own way in the world. To think that she wouldn't have done this was stupid. The worry came later. He was the head healer at St. Mungo's, he saw what happened first hand when people screwed around with magic. But her mind was made up and more so, their hands were tied. 

During transfiguration class, Puck enchanted a piece of parchment like a little bird to swoop and flutter towards Santana's desk, where it landed with a plop. She arched an eyebrow at it and unfolded it, eyes scanning over the words. She tilted her head back to look at him and he smirked cockily at her, mimicking a throat slit with his fingers. She smirked back then nodded at him, before turning back to her work. Game on, pendejo. The note read:

Let's practice tonight? After dinner, defence against the dark arts classroom. Bring your a-game, Lopez. 

Noah Puckerman was a man with a plan. Quinn knew when to stop. Puck however, often did not. He had a few advantages on her. He knew Santana's inability to say no to Brittany and her hopes for her two best friends star-crossed romance. So roping the leggy blonde into his scheme had been a piece of cake. He'd instructed her to send Mike a similar note, asking him to come to the DADA classroom to practice a new dance that she had thought up. Two completely believable lies, with one certain end goal. Get them in the same room, lock them in, don't let them out until they concede. Easier than it should be, really.

Santana made her way up the stairs after dinner, excusing herself politely to practice. Professor Zabini had given them the go ahead to use the spacious classroom to work in. He was more than happy to help out with anything to do with the Triwizard tournament. Santana was certain that she saw his eyes well up with tears when she asked him to be her mentor, not that he would ever admit it. Opening the door, the classroom was dimly lit but there was no sign of Puck yet, so she hopped up on a table and crossed her legs at the knee, waiting for her fellow Slytherin.