#Writing a Coursework

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

So it's been pointed out that in the set design for Silco's office, there are a lot of canvases, almost all of which are turned backwards and leaned against objects.

Now, I don't think these would be Jinx's artworks, because she doesn't seem the type to use canvases (the world is her canvas bay bee) plus I strongly doubt Silco would hide them like that, seeing as he has a bunch of her drawings where he can see them, so it can (and has) been surmised that Silco is something of an artist himself, esp. since he designed the Zaun symbol, but this makes me feral and I w a n t people to discuss it more like

Imagine Silco using painting to cope with his trauma and grief and sadness, but he doesn't want anyone (even his daughter) to see because he wants to appear unbothered by his horrifically traumatic life? Imagine the things he would paint. Vander, pulsing with Shimmer, terrifying; Vander's silhouette through the bloody water; Felicia's vacant stare on the bridge, the bleak tunnels of the mines. Hell, maybe he didn't want Jinx to see them for fear they'd upset or trigger her, too.

Now imagine Silco in the AU, getting into painting again, in a Zaun that is independent and free, and hiding them from Vander, but Vander finding paintings of his own looming form and for the first time seeing that horrible night through Silco's eyes and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

[lottiestudying]

29.03.2025—been an absolute failure of a week, but trying to ignore the past and focus my energy on doing well in the present

[letsbesharkfriends]

the joy of suddenly finding text posts to make SFTH memes with

[wukyma]

I have yet to crash out to sleep, but I'll confess I'll probably play with ghost Antinous and his arrow like a fidget toy,,

If i had to guess, I'd say he's unsettled by the proposal :D

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Fuck the Future

HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMUS LUPINNN

Have a wolfstar get together <3

Remus Lupin is having a bad day.

Not just a bad day, the bad day to end all bad days.

Every few seconds, somebody is offering him a smile, a pat on the back, and a "happy birthday!"

Yeah.

Happy fucking birthday.

He'd managed to fly under the radar, fifth and sixth year. He had begged his friends not to say anything and they had, thankfully, kept it all quiet.

For some reason, they've decided to throw that away this year.

He woke up to birthday wishes, and it feels like they've followed him around all day.

He can't even snap at anybody over it. They all mean well, and he knows that. He needs to keep reminding himself if he wants to get through the day without being a wanker, but it's not exactly helpful that he can't move an inch without someone spotting him and practically falling over themselves to wish him a happy birthday.

If his friends hadn't bloody sang at breakfast, he probably could have spent the entirety of his day in bed, making his way through the mountain of chocolate he'd gotten from various people and pretending that he's not gotten a year older. Again.

Time really is never going to stop moving, is it?

As he trudges up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room, his hip twinges.

Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant.

That's happened more and more frequently over the past year. For a moment, his brain chimes in, reminding him of the cane sitting abandoned under his bed. Eighteen, and already he's got a fucking cane. It's just embarrassing.

He slows down, reaching out to grab the banister in the hopes of taking some strain off his joints. It barely helps, and his sudden lack of speed finds him with an extra three birthday wishes before he manages to get into the Common Room.

Before he can even look up, Peter's in front of him.

"Wait!" He starts suddenly, catching Remus' attention. Peter looks anxious, almost uncomfortable in his restless anxiety. "You- you can't come in here! We're-"

"Pete," Remus starts, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Sorry, but I really don't care."

He goes to walk past Peter, finally catching a glimpse of the Common Room. It's absolutely covered in decorations, gold and red streamers in basically every corner, a table set up, tablecloth hidden under the masses of food and drinks that the marauders must have gotten from the kitchens.

Fucking hell.

"We haven't finished setting up-"

"Yeah, well, I'm going to the dorm," Remus supplies, walking past and over to the dorm. Peter falls in step beside him, clearly a little unsure about what to say.

"You're-"

"Yeah, going to sleep through to tomorrow." They reach the door to the dorm, freedom from this depressing fucking day only inches away, when-

"But it's your birthday party!" Peter says suddenly, as though the secret was so pressing that he would have set on fire if he hadn't told him right then and there.

"Well..." Remus tries to find words that aren't unnecessarily cruel. "Don't cancel it. You all deserve some fun." He offers Peter a half-hearted smile. "I'm all good, though."

Before Peter can argue any further, Remus pushes the door to the dorm open, pulling it shut as soon as he gets inside.

Why can't everybody just leave him alone?

He practically collapses into his bed, forgetting to pull the curtains around him. He curls into a ball under his covers, shutting his eyes and praying that the nervous energy leaves his body. He just wants to fall asleep.

As if the universe actively wants to fight against him, he hears the door click open.

"Pete, I said I'm fine," he says, not opening his eyes.

"Yeah, you seem absolutely fine," Sirius' voice rings out, sarcasm practically dripping from the words. Remus' eyes fly open.

"Where did you come from?" Remus asks him, begrudgingly sitting up in his bed. Sirius drops down opposite him, crossing his legs.

"Doesn't matter. Here." He holds out a thin, wrapped box. For a moment, Remus just stares at it. "It's not going to kill you, Moons," Sirius says. In spite of Remus' foul mood, the quip draws a chuckle out of him.

"What is it?"

"Birthday present," Sirius says back, looking at Remus like he's just started speaking a different language.

"You already gave me-"

"I know. This one's..." Sirius trails off, biting his lip uncomfortably as he weighs his words in his head. "I wanted to give you this one alone."

"Padfoot, I can't... I don't... this is really nice of you, but I don't really want to think about my birthday right now."

"Yeah, I had a feeling," Sirius answers. "You looked a little like you wanted to be pulled into the ground this morning. Well, all day."

"Sorry."

"No, don't be. What's going on?" Remus just looks at him a little helplessly. He doesn't particularly want to tell him. It seems pointless to share the strange existentialism that weighs him down a little more every year. At his lack of response, Sirius' face softens. "Remus, you can talk to me."

"I know, I just... I don't know, it feels a little stupid."

"If it's upsetting you this much, it's not stupid," Sirius says back firmly. "Please? Just to get it off your chest."

Merlin, Remus really can't say no to Sirius.

"Did you know that werewolves have a much shorter life span than wizards?" He starts. Sirius tilts his head to the side, considering.

"I guess I hadn't really thought about it. I remember reading something about it?"

"Mm," Remus says, nodding once. "Quite a bit shorter. All the transformations, they take a toll. Eighteen doesn't exactly feel like the best milestone to be hitting," he says, and he can feel a lump rising in his throat.

"It's still a while away though, right?" Sirius asks, confusion flitting across his face.

"...I guess so? It's still closer than it would have been if I was normal-"

"Don't say that," Sirius cuts in. "Normal. Never try to be normal." He says the word like it's massively offensive. "You'll never get anywhere with normal."

"I don't- Sirius, my body's essentially going to fall apart," he says with a frown. "Not my brain, I'm going to be fine up there. It's my body that's going to be my downfall. It's all just... moving too quickly. I mean," he huffs a humourless laugh, running a hand through his hair, "we're in our last year of Hogwarts already. It feels like we should be thirteen, not eighteen. It's too soon. It's never going to stop, I'm just going to keep getting older, and then I'll be fucking bed bound while you're all fighting fit. It's-"

"Remus," Sirius says quickly, stopping his spiral in its tracks, "there's a war going on."

"That's not exactly reassuring, Sirius."

"No, I'm just-" He cuts himself off, taking a breath and considering what he's about to say. "I don't think anybody's future is exactly set in stone, right now." Remus looks at him a little disbelievingly. They'd not talked about the war properly. Other than discussions surrounding joining the Order, every time somebody brought it up, it would be waved off quickly. "If we do all decide to fight, which is looking more likely by the day, we're not exactly going to be safe, are we?"

"I guess not," Remus answers with a shrug. "I don't get how this-"

"I'm just trying to say that you could easily outlive us all, Lupin."

Remus snorts.

"Yeah, right."

"No, I mean it! You're easily the best at keeping yourself out of danger. You're the one who doesn't get caught by Filch, you're the one who has the common sense to adjust our plans, make sure we can move through the castle inconspicuously. I bloody throw myself into dangerous situations."

"Odds are that you're immortal, though," Remus says, trying to lighten the room a little.

"Right, with my stellar genetics. One bad hex, Remus, that's all I'm saying."

"Sirius!"

"What? I'm right!"

"...So what if you are?"

"You're talking about the future like it's set in stone," Sirius says gently, setting the box he's been holding down so that he can lace his fingers through Remus'. "I don't think any of us can confidently say that we know what's going to happen in the next year, let alone the next thirty."

Remus glances down at their joined hands, and Sirius seems to catch it. Instead of pulling away, like Remus expects, he just squeezes his hand once. It feels a little like a test, but Remus isn't going to pull his hand away either. The contact is sending a jolt through his stomach, a beam of light breaking through the existential jumble in his head.

"It's not that we all want to celebrate ageing," Sirius says simply. "I just want to celebrate the fact that, eighteen years ago, the world was made just a little bit brighter by your presence." He smiles reassuringly at Remus, making Remus feel a little dizzy.

"You shouldn't say things like that," is all Remus manages to say back.

"Why not? It's the truth." Sirius looks at him carefully. "Here." Sirius picks the box back up and all but shoves it into Remus' hands. "Just open it."

Remus doesn't have an excuse this time, carefully pulling the paper off the box and opening it. He reaches into the box and pulls out a thin canvas. The moment he flips it over, glancing at the art, his heart stutters.

It's him.

Namely, it's a muggle painting of him and Sirius. They're curled up on the sofa in the Common Room, Sirius' head resting on his shoulder, Remus' arm around his waist.

"Padfoot, this is... amazing." Remus looks up, only to find nerves carved into every inch of Sirius' face. There's a small furrow in his brow that Remus wants to press his thumb into, just to smooth it out.

"It's, er..." Sirius starts, suddenly anxious. "It's based on a photo of us that Lily took." When Remus doesn't say anything back, shock and some confusion pulsing through his system, Sirius takes that as a sign to keep going. "She actually, um... when she showed it to me, she immediately followed it up with a... threat?"

"A threat?" He asks, a little amused.

"Yeah, she told me that if I didn't tell you how I feel after seeing it, then she'd 'push me off the astronomy tower,' because apparently it's 'blatantly obvious that you feel the same way.'"

"How you feel," Remus says blankly. "I'm... not following."

"Remus," Sirius takes a deep breath, "I'm in love with you."

Remus' heart stops altogether, this time.

"I have been for a while. This... actually feels like a really bad time, now. Sorry about that," he says sheepishly, "but... well, like I said, we could all be in for a really shit time, soon. I figured it was worth telling you. At the very least, it'll keep me from being shoved off the astronomy tower, but at most... well, yeah."

"You love me?"

"...yeah."

"You're in love with me," Remus doesn't ask it, this time.

"I am," Sirius says back.

"...this isn't a joke?"

"What? No! Believe me, this is anything but a joke. It would be a pretty bloody dangerous joke."

"You're really-"

"Yep." Sirius nods once, as Remus tries to get himself to say something. "Do you...?" He watches an uncomfortable blush spread across Sirius' cheeks, and he knows that he needs to respond.

The only issue is, he doesn't actually have any words right now. Sirius has stunned him speechless.

Well, if words are going to fail him, there's always another way.

He just needs to show Sirius.

Before he can stop himself, he leans in and connects their lips.

Thankfully, Sirius doesn't waste a second in throwing himself into the kiss. His lips are soft against Remus', somehow walking the line between eager and gentle. His hand comes up to Remus' cheek, all tenderness and comfort and so much safety that Remus could cry.

Eventually, after what could have been seconds, minutes, or even hours, Sirius pulls away. He offers Remus a beaming smile, so perfectly beautiful that Remus wants to capture it, bottle it up and hold onto it forever.

"So..." Sirius trails off, a little breathless.

"Yeah." Remus nods once. "I love you, Sirius. Merlin, I love you so much."

"Then... fuck the future," he says suddenly. "We have today. We have now. We can just take everything as it comes."

Yeah.

Fuck the future. Now is all he needs.

"Happy birthday, Moony."

For the first time all day, the words taste sweet.

[violant-apologia]

i finished them!!! a full playable balatro deck based on the FL playing cards!

and if you want to download them yourself:

have fun!!

[bonesfucker3000]

How the Star Trek TOS crew would act during a blunt rotation (since y’all wanted to hear this :D)

Kirk: he would act like he knows how to hit a blunt but he would hold it in and swallow it and start coughing like crazy and basically acting like he’s dying 

Spock: he would hit the blunt gracefully not hogging it at all and when high a very comforting presence though he prefers hitting the bong (Vulcan za will get you fucked up though) 

Bones: he takes long drags and will hog it a bit but not greedy with it, he either softens up or just traumadumps while he’s high, no in between 

Scotty: he would start out taking small puffs but at the end he’d be taking really long drags and will be high as a kite resulting In him just speaking Scottish Gaelic 

Chekov: the worst fucker to pass the blunt too, he will hog it for few minutes straight he’s a greedy fuck, and his fuck ass bob smells of kush, he will complain about the rules and will mooch off other people’s weed, a nightmare to be around since he will start shouting in Russian and becoming even more paitrotic than usual 

Sulu: would only take small puffs of the blunt and like Spock prefers hitting the bong, very chill when high and probably doesn’t say shit but just smiles and grins like crazy 

Uhura: would also hit the blunt gracefully but would hog it a tiny bit and take long drags but not greedy with it, when high she won’t shut the fuck up 

Chapel: would take small puffs of the blunt but prefers hitting the bong, will hog it but overall is really calm and comforting

(I need help 🫶)

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Alonso & His Relationship With Cards

I'm sure we're all familar with the cards on the back of Fernando's Vegas GP helmet by now, but did you know his relationship with cards goes a lot deeper?

I. Magic Tricks

You've probably seen or heard someone at least mention Fernando's propensity for card tricks. As far as I can tell he was doing them(publically) as far back as 2003 all the way to as recently as 2018. Even once performing a card trick, with a condom and a teddy bear(!??!?!??!!), in front of Valentino Rossi who said "How was that possible?"(x)

But how did this start? According to James Allen, "Fernando admits to having been heavily influenced by his grandfather, a mercurial figure, who taught him magic and card tricks, still one of his passions away from the race track."(x) And I'm not sure the validity of this one, because I couldn't find an actual source, but apparently he once said: "My parents are responsible for the two things I like doing most - driving and magic tricks. They bought me my first go-kart and a magician's kit."

In several interviews he described it as his hobby off track, and that he loved learning new tricks and surprising others in the garage with them! So clearly cards are pretty important to him both as a hobby but also to who he is as a person since they've been with him just as long as racing has.

II. Card Symbolism in His Helmets

This is the reason I originally made this post, but I thought I should also explain the origins of his card fascination first. As I said, we probably all remember the cards on the back of his helmet in Vegas, but did you know that wasn't the first time he had cards on the back of his helmet?

From 2008-2013, he used to have a pair of cards on the back of his helmets. The symbolisms of the cards themselves as well as the evolution of their design is really fascinating to me! Even more so with the recent development of the card choice in 2023.

Fernando said he wanted to reference his two titles in some way on the back of his helmet and after his friend sent him several ideas, he decided on having two cards(an ace of clubs and an ace of hearts, sometimes pictured with 05 and 06 on them as well), saying: "I picked the cloverleaf [the ace of clubs - Ed] to give me luck, but the only pity is that it doesn't have four leaves!"(X)

2008.

Here's the very first appearance of the cards! They're displayed flat, with the 05 and 06 clearly visible

2009.

Very similar to 2008, but with a slightly different design, and they're maybe a bit more straight with less shadow?

2010.

This is the first major change! I was sad they didn't have the years on them anymore, but then I realized they're sparkly to match with his signature lightning bolts on the top of the helmet!!

2011.

Honestly I'm still somewhat unsure if this is the actual 2011 helmet? It's pretty difficult to find clear photos of the back of helmets from older seasons. It's easiest to find them on replica sites or auction sites so I'm not 100%? But anyways, I like that this has the championship years on the underside of the cards

2012.

This is when I started getting weirdly emotional about the helmets. Do you see how they've progressed from being a centerpoint to being curled up and sad at the bottom of the helmet? Not listing the year anymore??

2013.

Same thoughts as 2012. And after this season, they cease to exist (just like his ferrari chair in the garage, WOAH CALLBACK), until cards make a reeappearance in his Vegas helmet, albeit in a different form

2013 Monaco(Honorable Mention):

For some reason 2013 helmets were easier to find proper pictures of, so I happened to witness this absolute beauty. The creativity of this helmet genuinely blows me away??? Wanting to keep the card motif, but making sure to incorporate it into the rest of the puzzle piece design?? Mwah! There was another special 2013 helmet but they didn't change the cards at all so I really applaud this one

2023 Las Vegas(The Return of The King):

The magnificent return! But look! The cards are different cards! Instead of being two aces, it's now an ace of hearts, a four of hearts(his driver number of course!) and, the, now iconic, representation of himself as a Joker. I literally could not believe my eyes when this helmet was released and I saw the Joker card, what a fucking silly old man....I really wonder if he felt nostalgic having cards on his helmet again or if he didn't think about it all and was just like, "ah cards because Vegas!!!"

III. Why Does This Matter?

*The rest of the post was factual, this is moreso my personal thoughts on the symbolism of the cards/designs

This post spawned from me recently watching the 2010 Bahrain gp and noticing "hey wait a minute...are those CARDS ON THE BACK OF HIS HELMET!?" It's a really tiny detail that's unfortunately covered up by the HANS device pretty much whenever he's wearing the helmet, so it's really difficult to spot! But I became fascinated with the fact that he had cards on his helmet before that recent helmet, and now here we are!

There's something to me about how the design of the cards evolves over the course of six seasons from the cards being front and center to being smaller, more folded up and closer to the bottom of the helmet. As I said, the 2012-2013 ones genuinely made me depressed because it feels, symbolically, like his hopes for getting another Ace are becoming more and more unlikely and falling away until they eventually fall falt and fade away entirely after 2013 and disappear for basically a decade.

But when they return? They're not the same cards! Instead of representing Fernando's championships, they now represent him as a person, displaying his driver number and his persona of being a Joker!! Though I do think it's interesting he happened to keep the Ace of Hearts, even though he talked more about the Ace of Clubs before. I'm not sure it's actually this deep in reality, but I like to think that it's him not letting his championships(and the lack thereof) define him, but rather letting who he is as a person shine and be the centerpoint instead! But on a sadder note, as @suzuki-ecstar said to me, maybe the Aces aren't there anymore because he's lost all hope for a chance at a third Ace entirely :(

[velarisdusk]

i have plans (events in the works) that i cannot share with you right now bc the haters (my procrastination when confronted with high-pressure deadlines) will sabotage me.

[communistkenobi]

I’m reflecting on cesaire’s work again and one of the little flourishes he does in discourse on colonialism is that he says the west will have to answer for its crimes against the human community. and I especially love this line because he’s using the same bourgeois universalising language that the imperial core so often does (“human rights” “freedom and justice for all” “spreading democracy across the globe”) but as a cudgel against the west, to reframe the human community as all those who lay outside of it. anyway I think everyone should read discourse on colonialism

[leebee287]

shout out to Doctor Who S14 Ep6: Rogue for giving me an excuse to have the phrase “unexplained bionic teddy bear” in my a-level coursework

[shimyereh]

Done with my sixth semester of grad school!

[rmsstevielol]

im researching more on Betsey for my college coursework rn and I just came across that one letter of Hamilton first describing her “not a genius… not a beauty” like babe you were described as smitten when you came back to camp from courting her so shut up, im gonna slag him off in this work SO BAD 😛😛

[imeriayapping]

Hiiii hope you’re having an awesome day!!!!

I am suddenly intrigued by sharks n roses and I am wondering if there is some sort of master post or even just tldr somewhere about their Past….. I wanna know the tea 👀

I'm so sorry i haven't made one yet but i really want to 😭😭 I'll try to pull myself together enough to do that as soon as i can, i even saved every possible pic of them together already just to make one of those posts... I'm failing sharks N' Roses community but I'll be better trust

For now here my fave pic of them when they were small as an apology

[tojiscrack]

I’m curious…will there be more chapters after ch 5 for Liar, Liar? I completely respect it if so I just am infatuated with the series (and don’t want it to end lmaonfbtyeraj)

liar, liar masterlist here

infatuated with the series? 😭 stawwwp, you’re making me feel all giddy inside 🤭

you have nothing to worry about, we have a LONG way to go before the story ends. chapter 5 is just sophomore year, so chapter 6 is where junior year starts and also where the real shit happens (all that angst and slow burn - HEAVY on the slow burn btw - and drama etc). but unlike the first five chapters, chapter 6 onwards is just junior year. and then at some point, we enter senior year, but i haven’t planned that part out yet. the ending is still undetermined 👀

in reality, this story’ll probably take several years to be properly completed 💀 i say this because after this summer ends, i have to lock in for my a-levels in 2025, and then prepare for uni after summer of 2025 ends. so… yeah

wealsohavealittleprequel/sequelintheworksbuti’mnotrevealinganythingonthat

[thrilling-oneway]

you guys don't get CPDB like i do <- guy who has spent the last 2 days analysing project sekai as a social criticism