#(idk if i need to censor that or not)

[tec-a0l]

dylan lighting the RNN logo

eric veik’s statement in the 11k (pg. 10,913):

“Veik also filmed a couple of introductions to the RNN, which stands for the Rebel News Network. RNN is the [school] network. in one introduction, [DBK] is alone on the street. He spills lighter fluid on the street, and then throws a match on it.* When the lighter fluid lights up, it spells out the letters RNN. Veik stated this introduction was played over the school network.

A second introduction featured [EDH] in the school studio in his trench coat. [EDH] bends over, and with his two hands, begins to lift something that he has picked up off the ground. Through special technology, there was a ball of light on the ground that [EDH] was picking up. As he lifts the light higher, it explodes, and the explosion fills the screen with flickering lights. It is unknown if this was aired.”

[*note: the sound of a zippo lighter is heard, however it seems to be added in post and not actually what was used to ignite the lighter fluid.]

[pipis9999]

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Jan24 2023

Poor think

[stupid-jirai]

Like tbh I get scared to go to school. Someone said that they'd sh00t all gay people if they had access to guns

Like what year is this????

Slowly realizing i live in yee-yeeville and that dealing with insane people like this on the daily at my school is in fact not the norm (or at least it shouldn't be)

[doggerell]

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Snuffles. Part 2. Post Azkaban!Sirius x Muggle!Reader

CW: None, really.

Link to Snuffles. Part One.

After covering the car’s backseat with several old blankets, the muggle woman drives Sirius to her house. She leads him inside and makes it a point to direct him away from any of her furniture, and after getting a quick look at himself in one of her full-body mirrors, Sirius can’t say he blames her. There’s mud, dirt, and some dried blood caked to almost every inch of his body. He notes how much thinner he looks now in comparison to the last time he got a decent look at himself.

Sirius follows her to the kitchen and seats himself in the corner of the room. The house is quite small, so a large dog like Sirius doesn’t have much space to move around without getting in the way or bumping into something.

“Okayyy,” The woman hums after grabbing something from the fridge, gently scratching Sirius’s head as she passes by. “Let’s see…. I assume dogs can’t have seasonings or too many oils, so I’ll just put this in the oven for you.”

In any other instance, Sirius would groan at the idea of unseasoned, baked chicken, but beggars can’t be choosers. Any kind of clean, unspoiled chicken sounds incredible at the moment. No matter how it’s cooked.

She preheats the oven and turns her attention back to Sirius, who’s sitting politely and trying his best to not get mud on anything. The woman is going out of her way to be kind to him, so the least he can do is to not fuck up her home by getting dirt everywhere.

She smiles and kneels in front of him. She keeps her movements slow and predictable, which Sirius is appreciative of. He’s self-admittedly quite jumpy and paranoid at the moment, so her efforts to make him comfortable don’t go unnoticed. She scratches and rubs his neck, “You’re the sweetest and prettiest thing. I have a hard time believing someone’s not missing you.”

Sirius almost scoffs, but he enjoys the compliments and affection nonetheless. The scratches feel good on his dirty, dry skin. Under any other circumstance, the woman’s cooing and borderline condescending demeanor would irritate Sirius, but it’s been a long time since someone has treated him so kindly. He’ll be damned if he ever tells anyone about this experience, but he’s absolutely exhausted. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being taken care of and fussed over for a short period of time.

While the oven preheats, she checks his skin for ticks and fleas. No fleas (thankfully), but she finds and pinches off a few engorged ticks.

While she calmly sifts through his fur, Sirius turns his head to look around the house. It’s quite girly and a bit too colorful for Sirius’s taste, but he can appreciate how comfortable and warm it is. The walls are decorated with picture frames and paintings, and there are several muggle objects littered around that he has a hard time identifying. From what he can see, the house looks almost exactly like what he’d expect from a young woman—muggle or not.

The oven beeps, and she stands to put the chicken in.

“Well, that gives us fifteen minutes ‘til the chickens done. I’d like to give you a bath, but I don't know how well you'd tolerate that if you're hungry.” She says, kneeling in front of him once more. At this point, she seems to be talking to herself more than to Sirius, but he doesn't mind. It's nice to know what’s on her mind so he can know what to expect from her next.

And admittedly, he likes her voice. Her accent is kind of endearing.

She continues scratching his chin. Sirius closes his eyes and almost moans as her fingernails dig into his skin.

You sigh and coo at the poor dog. You aren’t sure what he’s been through, but it’s obvious that life hasn’t been kind to him.

He clearly doesn’t trust you; his eyes follow your every move, and his head snaps towards even the smallest of sounds. But despite his paranoid nature, he’s been nothing but sweet and gentle. Every time you bend down to his level to show him some affection, he practically falls apart in your hands.

You think he must belong to someone. Perhaps once he’s fed and clean, you can take a few pictures of him and post them around town.

Soon enough, the chicken is done. You take the chicken breasts out of the oven and cut them into smaller pieces, putting them on a plate and placing it in front of the practically salivating dog. He finishes his meal in record time, which doesn’t surprise you considering how thin he is. You just pray he doesn’t throw up after eating so quickly.

You figure the next logical step is to clean him up. He’s surely had baths before, but considering how skittish he is, you’re worried as to how he’ll react to it with you.

“Alright, pretty puppy,” You start, always making sure to keep your voice low and your tone calm. “You’re beautiful and so sweet… but you’re absolutely disgusting. So please don’t bite me for what’s about to happen.”

With a heavy sigh and trying to relieve some of your nerves, you make your way into the bathroom and start the water. While rummaging through your cabinets to find any soaps that you think would be suitable for a dog, your thoughts are entirely consumed with hoping/praying the dog won’t bite you.

He hasn’t shown any signs of aggression yet, but you’ve only known this dog for an hour or two tops. It’s hard to say how he’ll feel about this, and considering his massive size, you really really hope he’ll be okay with it.

In the deepest pits of your bathroom, you find some shampoo an old boyfriend left behind. Selfishly not wanting to use your own moderately expensive hair products, you decide this’ll do fine.

You turn away from the cabinet to find that the dog had followed you and is now sitting in the doorway, seemingly watching your every move.

“Oh, god,” You mutter nervously, once again noticing the substantial size of him. You figure if he stood up on his hind legs, he could easily touch the top of the doorframe. “Please don’t bite me…”

The dog huffs and looks up to the ceiling in a way that could almost be mistaken for an eye roll.

You put your hands under the faucet to check the water temperature and make a few adjustments. Once the water feels right, you look back to the dog (who’s still looking at you) and pat your hip in a gesture for him to come over. “Okay, c’mere, pup. Time to get you clean.”

To your great surprise, the dog slowly stands and makes his way over. He walks past you and steps directly over the short walls of the tub, quiet grumbling sounds escaping his mouth as he seats himself in the center of the bath.

In a mild state of shock at how easy that was, you stare at the dog for a few moments. He stares back, looking seemingly annoyed and just ready to get this over with.

“Well… thanks for making it simple.” You muse quietly, grabbing the shower head and readying yourself to wet the dog’s fur. You take it slow, spraying him from the bottom up in order to help him get used to the sensation.

The bath takes longer than expected. His fur is much more dense than it looks at first glance, and thus takes a while to fully wet and shampoo. It takes a while and a lot of gentle scrubbing to remove all of the dirt and grime, but the dog is surprisingly patient throughout the whole process. There are even a few times you catch him closing his eyes and relaxing into your touch, but that ends once you try to clean his stomach.

After cleaning his chest and legs, you reach a hand towards the dog’s belly, and he stops you. His head snaps to face you, eyes looking deep into yours, his teeth slightly bared, he growls at you. It’s a quiet sound that emits from deep in his throat, and you definitely get the point.

“Okay, okay.” You try to placate, voice shaking lightly and quickly pulling your hands away from him. “Won’t touch your stomach—message received.”

With that, the dog quickly calms and relaxes himself once more, allowing you to finish rinsing the remaining soap off him. After the water is turned off, the dog sits quietly in the middle of the floor as you towel dry him.

In all honesty, Sirius felt a little guilty to scare you the way he did, but it needed to be done. Being given a bath is humiliating enough, and so he draws the line at you touching anywhere below his chest. Even if you do think he’s just a random dog.

Once the woman deems him dry enough, she leads him to the bedroom, muttering something about fixing the mats in his fur. Sirius waits patiently, seating himself in the middle of the floor as he watches her rummage through random drawers. The woman occasionally talks to herself (or to him, he isn’t sure), and Sirius gathers that she’d rather not use her own hairbrush on him.

Eventually, Sirius decides to take some advantage of the fact that he’s being perceived as “just a dog”. He stands from his place on the floor and makes himself comfortable on the bed, something the woman doesn’t seem to mind or even pay much attention to. Sirius isn’t sure whether or not it’s because he hasn’t had a proper bed in ages, but the woman’s mattress is probably the most incredible and comfortable thing he’s ever felt in his entire life.

A good sleep in a safe environment isn’t something Sirius has experienced in quite some time. He knows very well he shouldn’t be here, and he knows he probably shouldn’t even stick around long enough to spend the night. He barely even registers that he’d begun to doze off until he feels the mattress shift to accommodate the woman’s weight.

His eyes snap open just as she begins to softly run a brush through his fur, taking the time to gently detangle some of the more stubborn knots.

“I know you’re tired,” She coos quietly, Sirius’s eyes following her as she reaches behind her to grab some sort of spray bottle from her bedside table. Sirius startles slightly as she spritzes the coconut-scented liquid on a particularly difficult tangle of fur. “It’s okay, pretty.”

Sirius huffs, rolls his eyes, and lays his head back down on the mattress. He tells himself he’s too exhausted to bother with stopping her. He’s asleep before the woman is even halfway finished detangling his hair.

Sirius isn’t sure what time he wakes up, but he hears the woman snoring softly next to him and the room is shrouded in darkness. His muscles ache as he silently crawls out of bed, his stomach rumbling again.

The bedroom door is closed.

Sirius gives the woman one last long look (just to check that she’s actually asleep, of course) before shifting back into himself. As quietly as possible, Sirius slips out of the bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen.

Sirius quickly eats a few spoonfuls of leftovers he finds in the fridge, then rummages through the cabinets. Sirius doesn’t recognize most—if any—of the muggle snacks he sees in front of him, but he sees a pack a cookies and a box of something that’s labeled as nutrition bars and he stows them away in his bag.

He contemplates taking more, but is unable to do so. Not only because the woman was kind to him, but also because she doesn’t seem particularly wealthy and he isn’t sure how costly muggle food is.

Sirius head to the bathroom and looks himself in the mirror. He looks much more clean than the last time he’d seen himself (and perhaps smelling a bit more feminine than he’d typically prefer, but at least he’s clean). He’s not quite as thin as he was directly after Azkaban, but he’s certainly not a healthy weight either.

Even though he’s been on the run for a bit now, he finds himself surprised by how old he looks. He still isn’t used to seeing the “new” lines on his face or the flecks of gray in his beard. He looks a bit like his father, if his father were ever homeless and living off scraps.

Sirius sighs at the thought.

He finds a pair of scissors behind the mirror and cuts a few inches off his hair and beard. He briefly considers shoving the hair in his bag as to not disturb the woman, but then he imagines the confused and surprised look on her face as she finds a clump of hair in her trashcan.

Sirius smiles to himself and throws the hair in the trash.

Before disapperating, he contemplates the idea of leaving behind a note—something along the lines of “Thank you for your generosity, but for your own safety, please refrain from taking in anymore strays.”

But Sirius figures that would be too much. No need to frighten or confuse her anymore than he may have done already.

He turns on heel and disappears with a loud pop.

[gelbesnotizbuch]

now that they made movie!cotta this c*nty, imagine what they‘ll do with hugenay

[cupcake-souls-art]

Poking at a Noodle “King Of Dogs” TLT shi/rt design I’ve been ignoring since 2023(?)

[choccy-milky]

Status update on the dark relic nsfw comic please ma'am 🙏 my family is dying

ITS DONE!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉...well, the DRAWING part is as of yesterday BAHAHA. now im just adding all the dialogue/speech bubbles/sfx, SO ITS DEFINITELY GONNA BE SOON!! DEFS BY THIS WEEKEND!! ive just been very nitpicky on the font which i cant decide on LMAO and im also nitpicky abt other final touches LOL. i didnt wanna show anymore cuz ive already shown so much but HERES THE FINAL SNEAK PEEK

and speaking of fonts, i normally use handwriting by jeremy paz!

oh man its so random, but i either use the name lumi or clora for everything whenever i play rpgs (baldurs gate 3, dragon age, you name it) and clora originated from rune factory 4 LOL. theres a character named 'clorica' and i really liked that name, it sounds so elegant and fantasy ish, so i eventually just shortened it to clora bahaha. now its my go-to. i like how simple it is but it also sounds unique and works in modern AND fantasy settings, imo

my first and ONLY playthrough was as clora! i originally did try to make myself at the start, but i have short brown hair and straight across bangs, and they didnt have a style that felt 'me', so i went with just making a ravenclaw that i liked, and then gave her my go-to name of clora HAHA. and yea, i built up her and sebs relationship in my head as i was playing, especially with all the running around the castle i did. i just liked to imagine her constantly out of breath and flushed and seb just watching like ....🧍girl chill...

AND SPEAKING OF MY DARK RELIC COMIC/SMUT, my biggest advice for writing smut id say is to have a reasoning behind it, i guess? i focus a lot on their headspace/WHY they're fucking at that moment when i write it LOL instead of just the movements/sex for the sake of sex. in your case, the sexual tension leading up to the first time gives you SO much to work with, since you can just be in his head with how much hes looking forward to it, how much hes savouring it, how he's also nervous but enjoying it and trusting the other person, etc. the thoughts are hotter than the actual deed a lot of the times (which is why when clora and seb did it for the first time it ended up being like, 15k words of just foreplay and build up from sebs perspective LMAOO) so yeah id just try to focus on their emotions and desires if you can! and a lot of the times with consent stuff it CAN feel forced, and you dont even really need your characters to talk about that stuff verbally, at least not too much. you can do it in body language, or just something as simple as 'ill stop if you want'. it doesnt have to be a long therapist-like conversation about consent, which CAN tend to sound a little awkward and unrealistic (esp in the heat of the moment), if thats the problem you're having. HOPE I COULD HELP

also i love this for you and for me. YES GO ON AND MAKE A BUNCH OF CLORA CLONES, I COMMAND IT👉👉👉

and last but not least the most important question. honestly i like plain sweets a lot with no icing/filling. im a slut for shortbread cookies and also just plain glazed donuts. and also custard/portugese/egg tarts, which i also forced clora to like in my fic HAHA. IF YOU HAVENT HAD THEM YOU HAVE TO, THEYRE SO GOOD😩😩💖💖

[4suitedplayingcard]

Can the science side of the punch out fandom explain to me why the hell normal photos and videos of Aran Ryan are being blurred by safe search?

[yikesharringrove]

hi i've missed you!

can we do something soft and just cute like going for drives and getting fast food and just talking?

“I’m picking you up,” came the crackling voice from the walkie talkie on the nightstand. “Meet me at the spot in ten. Over.”

“No, you freakazoid,” Steve barely moved from his blanket cocoon, only reaching one arm out to press the button on the side. “I’m asleep.”

“Clearly not. I’m on my way, Shithead. Over and out.”

Steve rolled his eyes, and contemplated going back to sleep for all of five seconds before he sighed, and heaved himself to standing.

Curse Billy for stealing that walkie from Max, for suggesting they stay on their own channel, different than the ones the kids use. Curse Billy for his insomnia and his late night drives. Curse Billy for the way he keeps on hand on Steve’s thigh while they go and always stops at the nearest drive-thru to get Steve a milkshake and wolf down a double cheeseburger (because his dad slapped him and sent him to his room without dinner. Again.)

Steve trudged around the side of his house, crashing through the well-worn path through the sparse trees to the road on the other side.

They both agreed that Billy’s car shouldn’t be spotted outside of Steve’s house, even if they were publicly friends now.

The Camaro was rumbling up the street, and Steve could practically feel the road of the engine shake in his chest before he could even spot the headlights.

Doesn’t matter how many speeding tickets Officer Callahan gives him, Billy’s never gonna be a sensible driver.

He stops in front of Steve, and he grins as Steve joins him in the car, leaning over the center console and burying his left hand in thick, dark brown hair to kiss Steve in a way that steals the breath from his lungs.

“You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, Princess. I’ll get you a damn milkshake.”

The car lurched forward, and they flew down the service roads, flipping off the Leaving Hawkins sign as they went past, on their way to a different little town.

A different little slice of life.

[lordofthesillystraws]

18 hours of this guy. i can never get enough.

[tspultradeluxe]

Regulus’ John Lenn.on line is fucking wild to me. “Not even John Lenn.on can save us now” regulus you’re on a sinking boat out in the middle of the sea what is a beatle going to do. Beat???

[dollyprincessollie]

wish i didnt have 2 live in fear of being outed so i could post fit pics on here. do u guys trust that im cute and fashionable.

[wintvies]

i probably should be empl*yed rn....

[xxf0rg0tt3n-b3st14xx]

I found a way to have no top!

She is truly free now.

[starseongs]

😖,