#they deserve that much

[lupuslikethewolf]

marauders!au where the war never happened and they all got to go on and live happy lives :) its set years later, when Harry, Ron, Neville, Luna and Hermione are going into their first year.

I haven’t come up with an actual plot yet :/ but this is the setting, and they are all around their early-to-mid-thirties at this point. it's likely just domestic fluff and slice-of-life type shit, with Harry still getting into impossible amounts of fuckery whilst stressing at least 10 different adults (as he should tbh)

i can't decide whether this is set in the 90s or in the modern!era so i left it ambiguous

Barty Crouch Jr, now Professor Barty (just Barty, Crouch is my father), teaches DADA and his fiancé, Evan Rosier, is a Magizoologist who travels during the school year, comes back home for the holidays and weekends to spend with Barty, either on Hogwarts grounds or at their own home. Barty has a close friendship with McGonagall, who is Headmistress, and Poppy (who are married, but no one figured it out).

Dorcas and Marlene play International-Level Quidditch: Dorcas for England, and Marlene for Wales or Ireland (undecided). Everyone thinks they hate each other from the way they treat each other during games. They played for the Holyhead Harpies until they got recruited, and their wedding was basically the biggest, most dramatic and over-the-top graduation party Hogwarts had ever seen, hosted in the Potter Manor. everyone was hungover for days afterwards

Lily and Snape are best-friends-turned-rivals, who achieved a Mastery in Potions at the same time, and are both the youngest people to ever do so. Sev specialises in theoretical potions, and Lily specialises in experimental work, altering old potions and creating new ones. She commandeered the entire basement for her own potions lab, and Remus helps her research in his spare time.

Pandora started publishing with Xenophillius (the definition of gender-fuckery; no-one knows how they identify, not even Xeno), and they publish the most outlandish work they can, alongside Pandora’s books!! They also run Xeno's Quibbler and a couple other independent newspapers. They live out in the countryside w/ Luna. Barty & Evan are their only walking-distance neighbours, but they floo to their friends houses semi-regularly

MaryLily and StarChaser are co-parenting Harry, and being godparents/family friends of Draco, Blaise Zabini, Ron, Neville and Luna. When Harry is at pre-school, he makes friends with Hermione, and the four of them introduce Dr and Dr Granger to the magical world over the years, instead of the two month crash-course Hogwarts gives

Mary is an artist, and since she was raised half-blood, absolutely adores the technique and process of muggle painting, later enchanting it to move and learn and talk. She doesn't own anything that isn't stained with paint, bleach or hair dye. She is famous for her work, in Magical and Muggle circles, but is almost completely anonymous, and they only know what she looks like because of a group portrait she painted

Regulus is an independent researcher of old Pagan traditions and 'Muggle' magic, how different solstices and days (like All Hallows Eve) affect the Magical community, etc. He visits Barty at Hogwarts with Harry every few weeks, and later with Hermione as well, so they grew up learning about the secrets at Hogwarts, in the library, and with the teachers. Also friendly house rivalry, and the adults completely split on which houses they will go into at Hogwarts. Evan started a betting pool.

James and Sirius are the wizarding private investigators. They work everywhere, for everyone (no matter what. they don't need to charge more than what people can afford), and love it. James absolutely adores the 'Sherlock Holmes' vibes, but they are both Sherlock Holmes b/c they are simply too baddass not to be!

Remus opened a bookstore-cafe, and him and Sirius live in the flat above it. It’s really popular and became the place for students and young queer people. The bookstore stocks everything from really popular and really unknown books and authors of every genre. The regulars also notice all these really famous but really mysterious friends of Remus who come-and-go (artist!mary, author!pandora, athletes!dorlene, etc). And then, of course, is the “private” investigator boyfriend, who couldn’t be less subtle at anything if he tried.

Alice is still an Auror, and the Best of the Best, but she is so fucking fed up of the politics, DMLE, and Ministry in general. She is starting a revolution/reformation from the inside- and if that doesn’t work, quit her job and do the same thing from the outside! Frank ended up in law and becoming a Lawyer, and is glad he did, because it might be the only thing that will keep his partner out of jail if she decides to commit treason. They love Neville to bits, and would do anything for him!! They built a whole-ass greenhouse when he discovered his talent.

Peter Pettigrew works part-time with Remus at his place, but is currently training with Gringotts/other cursebreakers to become a professional cursebreaker! it is taking a long ass time with a lot of testing and work to put in, but Peter finds it interesting and it meant that he always has more stories to tell the kids when he sees them, which is a bonus because children are hard to entertain.

[janus-wants-to-stargaze]

just one step after the other and one day I’ll work towards being the best I can be

[theworldfallsup]

For the prompt thing: Clémence and Tove domestic fluff?

Okay so this isn't domestic because I got carried away, but it's still fluff so I hope it still counts <3

Read this on ao3!!

Summary: It wasn't long after Maura woke that she managed to wake the others in her room. But the transition from the simulation to their new reality is hard, and sometimes we need support. It may be difficult, but Tove learns to be okay resting on someone else for a change.

The silence was uncomfortable. Not just because everyone was still acclimating to waking from the simulation, but the new “ship” lacked the white noise that had been ever-present on the Kerberos. Here, there wasn’t any groaning as metal shifted to changing pressures, no calming brush of the waves as the hull parted the seas before them. It was just quiet, and there was something eerie about how thick the air was in the various chambers they had managed to gain access to.

“Mind if I join you?” Words that, though a question, were said more like a statement, as Clémence lowered herself onto the ledge with Tove. The Prometheus was clearly massive (that much they could tell simply by looking out the windows), but it felt impossibly claustrophobic. Perhaps that’s why Tove was spending so much time in the rafters above the mess hall.

Tove turned her head, looking up at the sound of Clémence’s voice. It was still so strange to not just hear her voice, but to understand it as well. The days she could remember from their time in the simulation were fraught with chaos, people shouting over each other in a cacophony of languages. Then there was the isolation on the last day of realizing that there was no one left to communicate with her.

Her surprise must have been evident on her face, because it wasn’t long before Clémence was apologizing for disturbing her. Tove eked out a small smile, trying to assure her that she was welcome here, then turned her head back down. The black uniforms they had woken up wearing laid flat against her stomach, no longer round and full of life. Sure, she was relieved to know that the traumatic pregnancy was only a figment of the simulation, but Tove couldn’t shake the grief she felt at losing something so close to her, so integral to who she was on the Kerberos, even if it may never have existed in the first place.

“It’s no worry at all, a bit of company would probably be good right now,” Tove said softly, trying to focus on her feet swinging ever so slightly in the space below where they were sitting. Though she had been wearing boots for as long as she could remember—though exactly just how long was that?—this current pair felt so foreign. And yet, to Tove, it seemed like Clémence’s outfit fit her perfectly: the black tight around her collarbone, with just a hint of an angular clavicle peeking out from underneath, and the overalls making her legs look so slender and long, just like those final hours on the Prometheus. At the time, Tove had no idea what she had been saying. But the look on Clémence’s face when she changed into those trousers, that was a look that Tove was happy to keep replaying on her mind’s cinema screen.

“How are you holding up?” Clémence asked, leaning forward ever so slightly to try to catch a bit of Tove’s gaze, but not so far as to give the appearance of prying. It had only been a few days since they had all awoken in their new metallic home, and everyone seemed to be handling it differently.

Tove peered over a tad, just enough to see a look of genuine concern on the other’s face. It comforted her to know that there was at least one person here who cared.

“I–…it’s been…” she hesitated, in part because the English felt so strange rolling across her tongue and slipping past her lips. Tove knew that she knew the words in her mind, but couldn’t place how she had ever grown to know them at all. All she had really spoken in the simulation was Danish, but as the two of them sat there, she struggled to recall any words in the language. Do I really speak this? Am I actually from where I think I’m from? The line between what was real and what was just lines of code planted in her memory was blurry from the moment she stumbled out of her pod, and it wasn’t getting any clearer as time wore on. She felt trapped, in a sense, knowing that the Kerberos was only in their minds, but not feeling like the new Prometheus was quite right either. In some ways, she felt like she had exchanged on metal prison for another; the echo of cool metal reverberating through the inaccessible stairways on a ship, replaced with a sea of chrome, spiraling in every which way and beyond.

Tove realized that her confusion and pain must have been evidence on her face, because a few beats later a warm hand was on her shoulder, and a thumb rubbing small circles just below on her collarbone.

“It’s okay, we can just sit in silence if you prefer.” A breath Tove didn’t even realize she was holding ghosted out of her. Instinctively, she leaned into Clémence’s touch, closing her eyes and trying to ground herself underneath those slender, petite fingers—not so heavy so as to feel restrictive, yet not so light that the black suit impeded the comfort from seeping into Tove’s bones.

As she leaned over, Tove expected to meet some resistance. Instead, she felt Clémence’s hand trace along the top of her back, ever so gently, coming to a rest on the opposite shoulder and pulling her closer. Tove allowed herself to relax, releasing the tension in her muscles she didn’t realize she was carrying. Slowly, yet surely, Tove sank lower and lower until her head was resting in Clémence’s lap. One hand stayed on her shoulder, while Clémence’s free hand moved to brush through Tove’s hair. Small circles on the scalp, then soft pulls through the blonde locks that seemed to shine in a new way here, free of the dirt and grime on the Kerberos.

A beat went by…

…then another…

…and another.

After what felt like either minutes or years (perhaps both at the same time), Tove broke the silence. “Is it bad that I miss the simulation?” Her words reverberated throughout the space, disturbing the still air around them. “At least there I felt sure of who I was.”

Tove held her breath as she waited for an answer, unsure whether she meant for there to be. Lying, waiting, she could feel the gentle movement of Clémence’s chest rising and falling with her breath. Tove found comfort in the warmth surrounding her, a welcome repose from the bitter chill of being at sea. When she first encountered Clémence, even though she couldn’t understand her, Tove felt safe in her presence. Somehow, she was always there when Tove needed support in her darkest moments. Perhaps that’s why she felt so comfortable being vulnerable with her.

“I don’t think it’s bad at all. It was all we knew, and now this is something so different, so strange…” Clémence let her words taper off, briefly lifting her gaze from her lap to scan the room. The windows dotting where the walls met the ceiling let her peer out into the dark sky, distant stars shining like little pin pricks making holes in a piece of fabric. Is it still a sky?

Clémence understood exactly how Tove felt. Well, perhaps not exactly, but similarly enough. She would be lying if she said there weren’t things she missed about the simulation, as well. Here, the air felt stale, and she longed for the salty breeze to whip up from the waves, stinging her nose on its way to settling in her hair; it felt static on the Prometheus, and she missed the rocking of the ship, lulling her to sleep. It had all felt so…real to her.

But it wasn’t real. And how can I miss something that never really existed?

Her fingers stilled for a brief moment as Clémence sighed. “We will get used to this, I’m sure of it. Just as the ship felt real, eventually this will, too.” She wasn’t sure if she actually believed her words or not, but she needed them to be true. “And while it may take time, you don’t have to figure it out alone.”

“I’ve never felt alone when I’m with you,” Tove spoke softly, her gentle words almost like a prayer. She didn’t know whether she had always had this connection with her in the simulation, or if she had even met Clémence before this most recent iteration, but Tove felt at peace in her presence. There had been something about her aura, the way she carried herself such that even at the height of the chaos, Tove knew she would be safe from harm.

A few moments passed. They were still surrounded by silence, but it wasn’t stifling like it had been before. Despite her desire to stay in Clémence’s lap forever, Tove pushed herself back up into a sitting position. “We should probably return to the group, I’m sure they are missing us,” Tove said, her face settling back into its characteristic stoicism, projecting an air of confidence even when she had none. As Tove went to stand up, placing her hands on her sides to help steady herself, she felt that familiar warmth cover her hand.

“I’m sure we can take a few more moments.” A pause. “If you want, of course,” Clémence rushed out, as if it were an afterthought. A light pink blush tinted her cheeks, and she wondered if perhaps she had been too forward with her request. From what she could remember of their time on the Kerberos, Clémence had felt drawn to Tove, relishing the time she had in her presence. She was envious of how strong Tove appeared, so unafraid of anything that came across her path.

Tove’s stiffened arm held its position for a few moments (that felt like a lifetime to Clémence) before relaxing as she sat back down. A small smile peaked through the more serious demeanor, the crack in the wall that Tove had always put up to protect herself from the harshness of the world. She scooted as close to Clémence as the small space would let her. When Clémence went to put her arm around her, Tove cut her off with her own arm and pulled her to rest on her shoulder.

If a small gasp left Clémence’s lips at the action, it was quickly stifled by a sigh of relief, then of contentment. She let herself be moved freely, their bodies now flush together as her head rested on Tove’s shoulder. A new gasp now, one that Clémence couldn’t stifle, as she felt a soft, gentle kiss placed tenderly on the crown of her head.

“Always.”

[simplestoryteller]

Spoiler warning for Owl House Ep 20 Clouds on the horizon

No no no no no

No

NO!!!!

Why!

I mean I love the salad or redemption and the Lumity kiss but Fuck why did Luz have to get taken to Belos, and why did the Ep have to end RIGHT THERE.

We’re they wanting to ensure that we’d watch the season finale cause news flash we were gonna anyway.

The CATS had a great plan but apparently they also have a FUCKING TURNCOAT I swear I’d rip em to shreds if I could

I swear to all that if they make the turncoat be Raine I will lose it.

What if though the binding with coven badges is causing children to become OP in their Magic’s. Like Willow is the OP plant witch, we knew that from the start. Gus is an OP illusionist who got an OP power boost with the trinket he stole from the coven head. Amity oh sweet Amity she started out as an above average Abomination Witch who needed strength glyphs to be any real threat, and she has become an OP Abomination Master. The fact that these three alone are able to overpower adults with years worth of experience is evidence alone that they are OP, although another explanation of this could be that the coven badges weaken even the selected magic so no one with a badge is able to use even their specialized magic at full strength.

Also Yay Alador is standing up to his monster of a wide, who apparently knew THIS WHOLE TIME about the draining spell! Does she truly believe that Belos will keep his word? I mean I know she’s a money and power hungry Karen but is she stupid as well? There’s no way in hell that Belos will keep his end of the bargain, he wants to eliminate all witches, ALL OF THEM, who does Odalia think she’s going to rule over if everyone’s dead! I swear she is probably one of the stupidest characters in this show and in a strange way fills a vindictive part of me with pure joy cause that bitch needs NEEDS!!! to be taken down a thousand pegs and brought back to reality. And please let someone break that god awful fishbowl she calls a necklace cause clearly he doesn’t have enough sense or love to use it properly. Also how did she expect the kids to be ok with the whole plan? Was she planning on kind controlling them, no that’s exactly what she was planning for it is clear that even in her twisted demented mind she holds no love for her family, especially since her only response to Alador saying he quit was to walk away like an evil CEO. She probably only sees her children as mascots, test dummies, and tools to further her gain. It wouldn’t surprise me if there was a timelines here Belos and Luz never come to the boiling Isle and Odali decides to consume palisman to make herself an eternal tyrant.

Also all these plotlines are converging but we still don’t know what’s going to happen with Luz, in fact aside from a brief scene where her mom is standing by a window with flowers we haven’t heard anything since Yesterday’s Lie. I know they aren’t merging the worlds like in Star Vs, at least I hope not, but what does that mean for Luz. She has her palisman, which is so fitting that she made an egg, but it still hasn’t emerged and probably won’t till the climax of the finale which is the next fucking ep. then there’s Amity her sweet potato, her loving girlfriend, and she has her best friends Willow and Gus, as well as her adoptive family of King and Eda, as well as her pseudo brother Hunter.

I honestly don’t know what I want to happen all I know is there better not be any self sacrifices because that would kill me...

Also it seems like the Collector isn’t fully onboard with Belos’s plan, at least not the glimpses that King keeps having of them. Said glimpses scare me cause that in combination with the fact that King is a Titan and the season 2 finale is called King’s Tide, and how everyone is being extra protective and underestimating him tells me that King is going to be important in the endgame, and it would kill me if something happened to the bean. LET THEM LIVE DAMMIT!!!

Part of me’s afraid that Luz will end up passing as a result of the climax, but at the same time since we no nothing about Titans there’s a whole host of things King could do. He could make Luz a witch or even revive her, but something tells me that won’t happen. I can’t shake the feeling that someone’s going to die and part of that is because Dana Terrace said that she “doesn’t like happy endings”, but mostly this feeling comes from the power of the story so far. There’s also a chance that something will happen to Hunter cause Belos said he had to “take care of him” and the fact that so much is unknown about grim walkers and it seems the only people who know the truth can be counted on one hand. I started out hating him but now I can’t bare the thought of something happening to him. His whole world has been shattered and has only death waiting for him in the Emperor’s coven, but instead of hiding and leaving the fighting to everyone else, he is doing his best to push away his fear so he can help the resistance and if that ain’t a Redemption then I don’t know what is.

I swear I’ve never felt this emotion about a piece of fiction like I do now and part of me doesn’t want to see it end.Especially since it is completely owned by Disney meaning that there is no more that can be canonically added to the story, no comics or movies, without Disney’s say so. And if the fact that we still don’t have any news that they realized what a powerhouse The Owl House is and how it’s a tremendous net loss to nip it at the bud. I mean even after the planned events there are so many threads in the world that can be followed and expanded soon that wouldn’t make the story any less enjoyable. Who wouldn’t want to see the other civilizations that formed on other titans or how the citizens of the Boiling Isles healing after all this trauma. Fuck I’d be happy if they turned and made a slice of life following the main cast, because that is how much I love this show. But unless Disney decides to do a 180 we won’t see any of that, and that pains me. Especially since the Owl House has already been artificially shortened by Disney’s decision to make S3 both the last season and only consisting of 3 specials. It’s criminal and yet there’s not really much we can do because Disney is this big monopoly that will probably never die because it’s ran by money hungry assholes who proceeded to spit on the memory of their founder on a daily basis.

TLDR let them live, please. Let them have a happy ending. Because nearly everyone in this show deserves it, this does not include Belos and Odalia they can jump into the boiling sea for all that I care. Let them get to be happy after all the trauma they’ve experienced and let them LIVE. I don’t care anymore about this story being cut too short I just want these characters to be happy

Let them live........

[gendertrickster]

i want june and vriska to have cozy gender hours together

[intergalactic-nimrod]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[aye-of-newt]

guillermo del toro’s pinocchio is a beautiful film but my god no one has adapted that story like neverafter. you can never look at it the same way again after listening to lou wilson, a black man, explaining that he chose to play as pinocchio because it’s a story about a little boy who isn’t allowed to make mistakes. that in pinocchio's story, he is fundamentally barred from childhood at once upon a time. he must earn something that everyone else is granted from birth. the other boys get to tell lies and play and get into trouble, but when pinocchio does the same thing there are grave and violent consequences. his pinocchio is trying to understand why the world is so unfair, why the rules are so different for him, why everyone else gets to be a real boy.

and I think about it every day.

[dasketcherz]

it was a pretty cool dlc, i enjoyed it a lot

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[ferrisbuellers]

BRENDAN FRASER accepts the award for 'Best Actor' at the 28th Critics Choice Awards (January 15, 2023)

[passiunclepaltry]

if there’s a georgie in this universe do you think……..

[worm-on-a-blog]

hey! take it easy soon, if you can. 

[talesandfluff]

average conversation with straight women