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@vulnera-sanentur-x
If you find yourself in times of trouble, ask yourself, ‘what would Gandalf do’, and remember, ‘beat a man unconscious with a big stick’ is a valid answer
When I find myself in times of trouble, Gandalf Greyhame comes to me, Wailing on those assholes, With a tree (with a tree)
Jaskier, look at me, look me in the eyes. NO!
nobody has been there for me like the ‘x reader’ tag has been there for me
saw an elderly woman walking around with a tote bag whose design were the four AO3 fic category squares and she very excitedly asked if i was a reader or a writer bcs nobody else at the con had recognized it, and after telling her that i've been writing fic since fanfic.net, she solemnly nodded and explained that she'd been reading fic since "the days of personal websites" but that she only started writing fanfic when she was 47 and oh my god when i tell you that i genuinely teared up on the spot!!!!! like!!! HELL YEAH???? LITERALLY NEVER TOO OLD TO START WRITING. NEVER TOO OLD TO WRITE AND SHARE YOUR FIC.
her enthusiastic "i'm a very nice and bubbly person, i swear! but i love writing angst and major character death :)" nearly took me the fuck out.
icon. legend. diva. i wish her nothing but a kajillion million comments and kudos. i hope her fic updates crash AO3. i hope she knows i'm promoting her to my personal patron saint of AO3.
Moving beyond the debate over whether James or Snape is the “real” good guy of the series in favor of focusing on Harry’s remarkable ability to forgive the adults who have failed him, to love others despite their flaws, and to grow into someone who sees people in all their complexity, rather than sorting them into simplistic binaries that never truly fit.
can we just appreciate how harry potter truly gives no fucks?
he will choke you in broad daylight on a public street for stealing something from his dead godfather.
he will beat you bloody, again in broad daylight in front of his entire team and an entire stadium of people for mocking his best friend.
he will use an unforgivable torture curse on you for spitting on one of the few adults he actually respects.
he will laugh at and mock and wave at the death eater, who just killed his godfather and is trying to kill him, for how much trouble she’ll be in with the darkest wizard ever for failing to get the prophecy like he instructed.
he will call some random boy’s mother stupid for believing bullshit stated in the prophet.
he will mock the spoiled boy for his father being in jail when it was him that put the boy’s father in jail.
he will also mock the spoiled boy’s mother for her shitty husband being in jail even though he’s the reason her husband is in jail and will also dare her to take a shot at him there and then in a public store.
he will mock his dead father’s friend to his face for trying to be a daredevil like his godfather and leaving his pregnant wife behind.
he will make fun of the same girl for crying because:
1) she thought his best friend of four years was his girlfriend
2) she lost the quidditch match to him
3) her best friend who sold out his illegal resistance group and his best friend put a permanent acne jinx on her best friend
he will send his bitter teacher across the room with a protection spell and treat said teacher like he’s his subordinate.
he will throw a badge at his best friend’s forehead for not believing him and mock him for being jealous of his fame.
he will lie saying his godfather is a convicted murderer to get his abusers to abide his requests.
he will threaten to reveal his identity as a wizard to their guests if they fail to meet his commands.
he will carry out masterful psychological warfare using the memory of his death mother on a member of authority to get what he wants out of him.
harry’s jar of fucks is empty and collecting dust on the shelf. the fucks he gives are buried six feet under with his family. it’s so funny to me when people who haven’t seen the books call movie harry rude or bitchy or annoying because it’s like mate, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. these weaklings would NOT be able to handle book harry.
he’s so iconic.
For Aim and ignite - Chapter 61 -
“This is ridiculous,” he ground out.
“I have news for you,” Ariel said. “You’re still in one piece.”
Lily is watching over Ariel from were she is...
This is me to you right now.
This is STUNNING, but the part that I'm dying over is Snape practically hanging off the side of the bed, crumpled up in a tense knot, and Ariel curled towards him - I can't -
AND THE DOE JUST STAB ME IN THE HEART PLEASE
"I can't fuckin' do this without you. I don't know where the fuck I'm going, what the fuck I'm gonna do." THE LAST OF US
Me: Oh, I really like Severitus, but I’m not interested in reading bio kid fics
Shostakobitch: Haha you thought
JDKSKWKSKSKSKKSSKSKSKS
When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.
Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.
So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.
Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.
One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.
It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."
The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.
Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.
It missed my lilac by inches.
The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.
I think next year, I'll see flowers.
wish there was a non rude way to be like “I understand your criticism, I don’t even necessarily disagree with it, but I am doing these things on purpose, because I like them and I want to, and therefore your opinion has no value, because you might think me painting a room entirely pink is tacky, but I did it on purpose”
It me.
Obi-Wan in The Phantom Menace: Serious padawan, in love with Jedi code, no other romance for him, super cautious
Obi-Wan in the rest of the prequels: Thirty and flirty, you only live once, gets shipped with everyone
it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.
… the youngling who’d hide under his robes and huddle to his body heat whenever it began to rain, always humming that blasted tune from the creche about rainclouds and honey bears as she did, just to poke gentle fun at him. Of course this habit died a quick death when she reached the age of sixteen, due to the onset of teen angst and a budding sense of dignity… but he liked to think that she’d stopped only because she could no longer fit beneath his robe.
Kenobi Tano AU
Y/n: Hey, House
House: What?
Y/n: Has anyone ever told you that you’re not a Dr House…
House: … ??
Y/n: You’re a Dr Home
House: …Why are you like this (secretly loves it)
Bonus:
Wilson, in the background: I’m stealing that (planning to tell Cuddy immediately and tease House so much)
