star-strewn galaxies

at the end of destiny, i met you.

[aurpiment]

Shout out to the ten primate species, four bat species, elephant shrews, and the Cairo spiny mouse. Nobody else gets it

[oarfjsh]

[tessa-the-duck]

here you are sweetie

[tryhardgwen]

rs archive 03/13/2024:

if u would, I’d love to hear about the inevitability of fakenut

hello!! sorry it took me a while to get to this ask 🥲 i have a lot of thoughts to like compile. so. oh my god. fakenut. where do i even start.

i guess just like my gumakeria post, ill talk a bit about fakenut's music. it's essentially taylor swift, hozier, mitski, sleep token, and suki waterhouse. the neighbourhood (chip chrome and the monotones) and lizzy mcalpine (over the ocean call HELLO?). my um PINNACLE fakenut song is wildest dreams by taylor swift. no notes. theres just a certain type of longing and pain that comes with this ship. probably bc theyve been through like 8 divorces.

and the history. so much of fakenut is history!! okay, so boom lets go to 2017. but actually 2016. rox fricking lost to skt in in the semis of worlds (which skt proceeded to win) then peanut jOINS SKT, the team that eliminated his team from worlds and then. commence fakenut bc wtf oh my god they were so in love. faker was so obvious. so was peanut. it fucking kills me. SPRING!! MSI!! and then. oh worlds 2017 XDD HAHAHA

THE SELF SABOTAGE. THE HISTORY. HELLO PEANUT RAN AWAY TO CHINA?????? the difficulty of maintaining a relationship in the esports scene?? theyre pitted against each other in games, and its sort of a cycle of "if i lose to you will you think less of me / will i not be worthy of your love" but also "he beat me so i couldn't win so i cant be happy about that either." its hard to be happy when they beat you, or when they win and you didn't. its never going to be perfectly happy. there are small cracks. theyre a cycle of losing and trying again and getting back together and falling apart, not in a particularly soap opera way but in a tragic way! because they want to be together so desperately but its hard, and it fails so many times, but they will always keep trying.

their dynamic too bc!! back then they were so obviously in love and then they went thru divorce arc and then back together and atp its just so much mutual pining too. but also like... fakenut r just mom and dad. they are!! they just have this magnetic pull to each other. binary stars in the universe that always come together. yeah, fun fact according to wikipedia "some binary stars orbit each other so closely that they share the same atmosphere, giving the system a peanut shape." COINCIDENCe??????? I THINK NOT BITCH. the clock stays ticking but fakenut will always be the same. i dont really have any particular motifs i use for fakenut honestly, but theyre very starry and celestial. theyre just enduring and pragmatic and its so ?? ridiculous sometimes?? how do they keep doing this. how do they end up everywhere. idk. theyre history filled and ridiculous and theyre gonna keep thriving.

ok thank you for this ask please we need more fakenut truthers!!!! they are inevitable. ily and have an amazing day.

[wewindondowntheroad]

That post about 30 year old coming of age stories?

I’ve been thinking about it all morning. What would the plot points be for that? What makes a 30 year old coming of age story?

Old folks sound off in the comments

[lawfulgoodness]

A few ideas:

Burying a parent that never encouraged independence

Acknowledging a trauma you've spent your life ignoring

Finally opening yourself up to a truly mutual, non-transactional relationship (platonic or romantic)

Leaving a community (religious or otherwise) that has kept you from growing

[intrepidheroine]

Obtaining a diagnosis for a health condition (mental or physical) and finally getting treatment and recontextualizing your life.

Student loan forgiveness kicking in, suddenly you can afford to live. That one small change snowballs into something big.

Starting over after the end of The Big Relationship you thought would define your life. Engaging in a new hobby/social group that adds context to how small life felt in that relationship.

You find yourself with a pet you have to care for, which teaches you to care for yourself.

You take a class somewhere that unlocks skills you didn't know you had.

[heywriters]

In limbo between leaving the job that used your degree and finding the job you know you actually want—either your "calling" or something that pays well, is low-stress, and you will be treated well.

You've settled the wild and restless needs of your youth, as well as the mistakes you made or opportunities you missed, and you realize the first 30yrs were training wheels. Your real life is just starting.

[soviet-union-deactivated19911226]

u ever see someone with extremely fucked up views (or actions) and think wowww if a couple of things in my life went the tiniest bit differently that would have been me

[max1461]

I think most people would benefit from reflecting on how this might be true for them

[vacuously-true]

Sometimes people bitch about media, both fiction and nonfiction, that they think "humanizes" bad people, especially bigots fascists Nazis et cetera. And I'm just like. Hey. Hey. The problem is. They ARE human. HUMANS did that. Your next door neighbor could do that. Your grandma could do that. You could do that.

"No I'm a good person" why? Because you've gotten lucky and not seen propaganda yet that perfectly hit your buttons? Because you had people to correct you when you fucked up? Idk man I don't think we're all so different from the bad people. We're all just people.

Reminding ourselves of our shared humanity with terrible people does NOT serve to justify their actions. It serves to remind us that the seeds of what happened to them could get into us as well, or might already have. It reminds us to be vigilant and interrogate the hatred inside us.

If you convince yourself that you're just an Inherently Good Person who would never believe hateful things well. Now any little hateful thing that makes its way inside you undetected is never going to be interrogated. It will be left to grow undisturbed.

If you remember that those things can get into anyone, you know to look out for them, and weed them out when they appear, and take the criticism when others point them out in you. So remember, that could have been you. If you forget, maybe it will be.

[stardust-falling]

So interesting how the seeds of Luo Binghe’s blackening had already been planted by the time he arrived on Qing Jing Peak. People seem to forget sometimes that the negative worldview and twisted ideals were already there from his background on the streets. He wasn’t a pure-hearted, perfectly innocent child who was completely blindsided by the way he was treated— he already knew that good people in the world were few and far between. Perhaps he had just hoped that Shen Qingqiu would be like his mother, rather than like everyone else.

To me, this is a far more interesting Luo Binghe than the delicate, innocent, perfectly kind-hearted little boy that I see all too often. He is kind, but kindness isn’t something merely out of the goodness of his heart— his kindness and obedience are survival tactics. It’s a form of manipulation— at this point in time, not really something negative, but still an attempt to take control of the situation by turning others to his side. His relationship with Ning Yingying in this context is especially fascinating— does he really view her as a true friend, or just as a respite from the rest of the world, the one person who believes him to be good and kind and who won’t harm him? Does he actually care about her, or just her role in his life? Would it even be possible for him to tell?

Is it even possible for Luo Binghe to be a kind person, when he has used kindness as a survival tool for so long?

How much would that matter?

Either way, though, Luo Binghe’s outlook and innermost temperament had already turned bleak before he even met Shen Qingqiu— but in the end, those were still just the seeds. He was darkened, but it hadn’t consumed him yet and if that ten-year-old boy had been treated well, supported, and accepted from the start, perhaps the seeds would have gone dormant.

Who really knows?

In the end, though, those seeds of his blackening had already been planted into his worldview— Shen Jiu’s targeted abuse only caused them to sprout and grow.

The same way that those seeds had been planted in Shen Jiu during his early childhood on the streets, and were sprouted and nurtured by Qiu Jianluo’s targeted abuse until they consumed him.

[longdaytogo-deactivated20250203]

auror partners who definitely hate each other

[valtsv]

i've figured out why enemies to lovers fucks so hard

[journalofanobody]

“Stars are not small or gentle. They are writhing and dying and burning. They are not here to be pretty. I am trying to learn from them.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

[catchymemes]

[surlifen]

ooomg do you remember me we were created in the same unethical lab! yeah i was like 2 green tubes down from you! i knew you looked familiar

[shanastoryteller]

i’m sentencing everyone who believes that media consumption is activism to fifty volunteer hours helping the real actual people they’re so busy wringing their hands over

[longdaytogo-deactivated20250203]

he's smitten your honour

[earhartsease]

[ID: youtube comment from Hal Sawyer:

My favorite relic English still used everywhere is the word "the" used in phrases like: "the more I look at this, the stranger it seems, or "the bigger they come, the harder they fall". This "the" is not the article of any noun, it is a different word, a conjunction descended from the old English "þā", pronounced "tha" which means either "when" or "then". Back in early Middle English the structure "if - then" had not taken over and if you wanted to express an if - then relationship you said "þā whatever, þā whatever", meaning "when such-and- such, then such-and-such". "þā" sounds almost the same as "the" and the spelling of the two converged, but the meaning remained totally different. "the more, the merrier" literally means "when more, then merrier" or "if more, then merrier'; same as centuries ago.

end ID]

this is so cool

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween Shana! More Triwizard Draco please? <3

set in the same universe as this and a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Harry opens the door and finds almost what he's expecting. Narcissa squeezes his shoulder and breezes through, calling out for Sirius like always. A very tall woman with heavy lines around her mouth and eyes winks at him as she follows Narcissa.

He looks back, and Draco is there as expected, but he's not alone. There's a woman who looks to be several years older than them with bubblegum pink hair and several eyebrow piercings. "Um. Hi?"

"Don't you have any manners?" Draco sneers. He doesn't give Harry an opportunity to respond. "Harry, this is my cousin, Nymphadora Tonks. She's an auror and serves underneath Shackbolt. Tonks, this is Harry Potter. He's an idiot."

"You're being extra obnoxious today," Harry says without ire.

"Is he really? I assumed this was his natural state," Tonks says cheerfully before holding out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."

Draco squawks in offense and Harry grins as he shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you as well. You're a Black too then?"

"My mother is Narcissa Malfoy's older sister. That was her that you saw earlier. She's a lot meaner than she looks," she confides.

"So the opposite of Mrs. Malfoy then," he says and Tonks snorts

Draco shoves Tonks into the house, bumping the door closed enough with his hip. "Alright, alright, enough slandering my mother. Let's get to work."

"I said she was nice!" Harry protests.

"Don't let her catch you saying that where someone could overhear you," Draco warns and Tonks is laughing but he's pretty sure that Draco is serious.

[shanastoryteller]

how different do you think the story would be if draco malfoy had been picked as the hogwarts champion?

draco doesn’t know how this happened, and he’s pissed off in between being terrified. he stands up, nose in the air, and walks to the front of the great hall, taking his place between fleur and viktor. 

he expects them to look thrilled. if he’s the hogwarts champion, they’re going to have an easy time of it, but instead the both of them just look concerned. he’s been talking with both of them, friendly with both of them, because he’s not an idiot, he knows what power looks like. 

he knows what it isn’t, and it’s him. he’s smart, and strong, but he’s a fourth year and even with all the spells he’s not supposed to know, he doesn’t have the easy, solid presence of viktor of fleur, people who are not only powerful but know how to wield their power, unlike potter who just stumbles around accidentally defeating monsters with that stupid confused look on his face. 

then, as if this whole situation isn’t bad enough all on it’s own, the goblet spits out one more name. 

harry potter. 

of course. draco doesn’t know what he expected, really. 

severus yells. his parents make an awful lot of scary threats that he knows they’re prepared to deliver on. his aunt floos over from the magical artifacts office to try and declare the goblet faulty, but it’s not use. 

his name came out of the goblet, so he has to compete. 

he can’t help but notice, however, that no one yells on behalf of potter, no one comes to his defense in the face of this ridiculous task they’re supposed to complete, not even dumbledore, even though potter’s supposed to be some sort of golden boy. it seems, maybe, that everyone’s forgotten along the way that he’s a kid too. 

Keep reading

[shanastoryteller]

happy halloween! some more time travel drarry pleaaase

a continuation of 1 2

Draco doesn't think about the implications of his actions, just bribes Rosmerta to let him use her floo and stumbles out into the parlor. He's brushing the dust off his robes when his father rounds the corner, wand in his hand that slides back into his robe when he sees him. Draco had forgotten about the sensing charm attached to the floor.

"Draco?" Lucius asks, his face creased in concern as he reaches out to him. "What are you doing here? Is everything all right? Are you hurt?"

He's an adult. He make look twelve, but he's a twenty-three year old man.

Draco throws himself at his father, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his face against his chest. He's so glad his father survived the war, but in a lot of ways the man that was left behind wasn't anything like the man who raised him.

He's missed his dad.

"Everything is going to be fine," Lucius says, rubbing a hand over his back, authoritative and firm, like he can make something be true just by saying it. "Tell me what happened and I'll fix it."

If they manage to make it back home, then none of this matters.

If they don't -

"There's a monster in Hogwarts," he says, and the way he's trembling is real even if it's not for the reason his father will think it is. "I saw it when I was in the halls. It was huge, like a snake, but the size of a dragon. Don't make me go back."

"You saw-" Lucius starts, then cuts himself off. Draco hadn't caught even a hint of the basilisk the first time around, of course. A sixteen year old Tom Riddle had enough loyalty to his house to not want to harm any of its members. Or maybe he was just smart enough to know that harming one Malfoy would likely piss off the rest of them. "Foolish girl. She was supposed to give it to her father."

Draco stares. He understands that sentence, of course, but there's no way for his father to know that. They hadn't ever spoke about it and he'd found out the details from his mother years after the fact.

He'd never considered the idea that his father had given Ginny the diary as a way to get into the hands of Arthur Weasley. The head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, who would probably know exactly what to do with a possessed diary.

"Dad? Can you make it go away?"

He hadn't last time, once things had started. But Draco hadn't asked him last time, either.

Lucius looks down at him and smooth a hand over his hair. "Don't worry, Draco. I'll handle this. Stay here."

His father throws floo powder in the fireplace, says, "Ministry of Magic," and steps through.

Draco has no idea what he intends to do. It makes him nervous, and he's already second guessing saying anything, but he already knows what saying nothing gets him.

There's a pop and a morose voice asks, "Is Young Master needing anything?"

Oh merlin, he'd forgotten about Dobby. He's tempted to set him free right now and make him Harry's problem. It would serve him right for dragging him to the past.

Instead he says, "I'm going to need you to pass along a couple messages for me."

Dobby's eyes narrow in suspicion, but he says, "Of course, Young Master."

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you please do slytherin harry or gryffindor draco!!!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Sometimes Percy wishes the public feud he has with Agnesa was a little more real than it actually is, if only so he wouldn't feel obligated to let her pull him into things. "I'm not sneaking into Madame Pomfrey's office and stealing her logs from twenty years ago."

"I'm not asking you to," Agnesa protests, "I'm asking you to ask your brothers to. They like a challenge."

The worst part is that he knows George and Fred would do it gladly.

Penelope looks up from their potions homework. "I'll do it."

Agnesa's eyes narrow and Percy feels his eyebrows rising. "What do you want in return?"

"You'll find out when I ask for it," she says.

Agnesa scowls, but she must be really serious about this, because she says, "Fine. Nothing that will affect my class standing, though."

"Why are you going through this much effort to find out information about Remus Lupin?" he asks. "I already got you his last known address."

And hadn't that been a fun conversation to have with his father. He's pretty sure his dad had to ask one of his friends in another department to look it up for him, and Percy's not totally comfortable with his part in a misuse of government resources.

"I can't just show up at someone's house and harass them about their dead friends without ammunition," she says hotly. Percy would really prefer if she didn't do that at all. "Pulling his grades and school records are easy enough, but I can't get into the medical records myself."

Technically, she can't get his school records on her own, but the head boy is Troy Thompson, who is also captain of the Slytherin quidditch team and beholden to Agnesa because her tutoring is all that's keeping several members of his team from being forced off.

Marcus Flint probably owes Agnesa his first born or something for helping him pass transfiguration last year.

The Head Girl and Head Boy have access to student records and Troy won't blink an eye at abusing his power to stay on Agnesa's good side.

It's too bad that Agnesa won't let him forget about her being a Slytherin for a single moment. She's pretty cool otherwise.

Later, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, he asks, "Do you think I bring these sort of things things onto myself?" without giving any sort of context.

"Yeah," Oliver says, voice muffled because of his glowing wand he that has clenched between his teeth. He's still going over quidditch plays even though they have an early class tomorrow.

Sometimes he thinks the people that accuse him of being high strung have just never spent an afternoon with Oliver Wood.