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@faithfreedom

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I just saw someone say the words "jokingly gaslight" this might be a good time to reintroduce the internet to the terms "lying" or perhaps "pranking" or even just "joking" on it's own

Okay, say it with me guys…

If you are giving someone wrong information in the hopes that they'll believe that it's true, then that's lying.

If you are giving someone wrong information under the assumption that they'll ultimately realise that it's false, and that they will find this funny, then that's joking.

If you are giving someone wrong information in the hopes that they'll believe that it's true and that their response will be funny, then that's a prank.

If you are giving someone wrong information in the hopes that they will notice the differences between your presentation of reality and their perception of it, and come to doubt their ability to judge what is and is not real, then that's gaslighting.

now dont leave this in the tags

If you are giving someone wrong information and you assume they will know it is wrong, in hopes that they will play along, then that’s a bit.

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because the dk rap is in the mario movie there's 0 degrees of separation between it and dream smp. because the creator of the dk rap composed the theme for quackity's las nevadas streams. sorry for this information

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Ok it’s a poll it’s not that serious but there is something funny about the non-writers voting the most and not reblogging the poll to get more results. Like that’s the most accurate representation of fic interaction on this website 💀

So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”

Imagine Harry returning with Warrington’s body, and the crowd realizes what’s happened, but Warrington’s parents don’t show up. There’s no one to mourn him, to cradle him in their arms and cry for their son. The Slytherins know why. His parents were Death Eaters, too.

Imagine Slytherins reaching out, asking for help from classmates from other houses. They’re terrified, truly terrified because the being their parents claimed would never hurt them because they’re pureblood, they realize that he does not care.

Imagine Slytherins in the 5th book sneaking off to join Dumbledore’s Army, to learn more about who Voldemort is without their parents acting as a filter. 

Imagine the shock when they’re told what he’s really done.

Imagine that a few talented Slytherins went with Harry and the others into the Ministry of Magic. The others are a bit wary but they prove themselves as friends.

Imagine them being confronted by Lucius Malfoy in the the Hall of Prophecy, and when the Death Eaters descend, they know that any one of them could be their parents.

Imagine the shocked gasp of a Death Eater as they realize their own child, a pureblood, is standing defiantly with Harry Potter. They choke back a cry. They can’t let their child know that they were about to duel to the death.

Imagine a DA Slytherin facing off against their own Death Eater parent. That they make the decision to let their child defeat them, because in that moment, they realize that they love their child more than they fear Voldemort. They go down, mask unveiled, and the Slytherin kid has to be dragged from the fight before he gets killed.

Imagine Book 6 Slytherins getting more friendly and cooperative with the other houses. Two years of Voldemort terrorizing the muggle and Wizarding world, two years where their parents just up and leave some days, cringing from the pain in their arm, two years after the death of the first Slytherin pureblood, Cassius Warrington, killed by Voldemort’s right-hand man, and they’re slowly hitting the breaking point.

Imagine Slytherin kids keeping tabs on their parents, sending the information to Harry, who shares it with the Order of the Phoenix, and hoping that their parents won’t be killed.

Imagine Book 7 Slytherins low-key rebelling against the new oppressive Hogwarts staff.

Imagine the final siege on Hogwarts, where Slytherins stand proudly by their fellow houses, knowing full-well they could be fighting their own parents. Some Slytherins know their parents were in the fighting. They hope to find them first and sneak them away. Their fellow students understand. Professor McGonagall allows 7th Year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, to duel a death eater in her stead; her father is under that veil. She knows it.

Imagine the aftermath of the battle; every house suffered loses. Slytherin students crying over the deaths of friends they made in every house.

Imagine a Cassius Warrington statue made in his honor, the first Slytherin to fight and die nobly with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, in the face of ultimate evil. He was a true Slytherin, and it’s in his name that Slytherin children and their families have cut all ties with the Death Eaters, denounced Voldemort, and are finally living in peace.

Imagine a story in which Harry wasn’t in love with his fellow champion’s girlfriend, but after her boyfriend’s death just hugs her so long, so hard, and says “he wanted to win for you. You should know–you should know he won, he did it for you” and gives her the best hug and shoulder he knows how to be because her parents aren’t there either and she must know why.

Imagine Harry staring over her head at everyone else until Hermione steps up–it doesn’t take long, but it takes long enough that when she does all eyes are on her as a source of motion–and says “we’re never going to forget this. They’re not going to get away with it” and the girlfriend just latches onto Hermione and everyone is in wands-out stance convinced she’s about to attack the shit out of Hermione, and then the girlfriend stares into her eyes and says “do you promise me” and Hermione just gives her this super-firm nod and says “I promise” and the girlfriend just collapses on her, sobbing. 

Imagine Dumbledore trying to give some flowery speech about inter-wizard solidarity while glossing over why, because Slytherins have always been a touchy subject, and Ron gets to his feet and says “Professor, I need to say something important” and Dumbledore is so surprised he just cedes the floor, and Ron–after that awkward moment when he realizes everyone is staring at him–says he didn’t know Warrington particularly, but he knows how Warrington and Harry played. That each was always cheering on the other. Both wanted to win, but neither was willing to undercut the other by underhanded means. He finishes up saying “I think–I think it’s important everyone should know he died being what a champion should be. Because he could have abandoned Harry and instead he stood up with him to play the game the honest way, and he died for it. And–and Slytherin House should be proud, and we should all be proud, because Warrington was a good bloke.” He sits back down all flustered because he didn’t actually stand up meaning to make a speech. And then Pansy Parkinson stands up before Dumbledore can take back control of the room and says “I want to tell Weasley thank you.” And all of Slytherin House raises a glass–to Warrington, to Weasley, to Potter–and the other houses follow suit. Many years later, Wizarding scholars will say that was the moment Voldemort truly lost.

Imagine later that summer. Harry gets several owls on his birthday, all unsigned. The birds are plump and pretentious and well-cared-for. He will never know which Slytherins sent him their treasures: parchments with hexes developed by the Death Eaters; a strange locket that will only open if he whispers a special spell but that always shows him the picture he most needs to see; a page torn from a potions book that, brewed properly, will allow him extra time to summon a Patronus by giving him a few crucial seconds not just of happiness but of bliss. It doesn’t matter. Harry knows these gifts not as birthday gifts but for what they really are, and he treasures the locket and copies out the potion to send to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, and when first summoned by the Order of the Phoenix he marches straight up to Dumbledore with the hexes and says “I can’t tell you where I got these, Professor. But they’re in use by the Death Eaters and I think you should have them.” Months later, Sirius will recognize the spell Bellatrix shoots at him, and will dive out of the way just in the nick of time.

The final battle. Everyone is there. Sirius somehow ends up herding a group of Slytherins. They all stare at him and he at them, across a centuries-old divide Voldemort has only succeeded in deepening. Then he remembers the hexes. Harry’s locket, now tucked under Sirius’ shirt because Harry’s friends are with him in this battle but most of Sirius’ are dead. The moment that happiness potion saved Remus’ life, his very soul. Snape’s final words to Harry, finally seen not as mockery but real true advice. What Harry said Voldemort said–his first words in his new form. They are kids, and they are sharing the same kind of hurt he once wouldn’t admit to, watching his mother burn his name off the family tree. “When we go in there, it’s going to be hell,” he tells the Slytherins. “Some of you are probably going to die. I might go down too, and if I do I want your best curser in the front. But I want you all to remember one thing. There are no spares.”  Later retellings of the battle never fail to mention the moment a group of angry, screaming teens burst into the Great Hall, wearing their green and silver as the badge of honor it should be, shouting NO SPARES, NO SPARES at the tops of their voices in between hexes and curses and the occasional physical punch. When Hermione is present, she always interrupts the storyteller to be sure everyone knows about the moment Blaise Zabini shoved her to the floor, dropped on top of her, fired off three curses in rapid succession and said “stay alive, Granger, we need you” before jumping back to his feet and vanishing into the melee–how, for all anyone knows, those may have been his last words, and she will not let his sacrifice go unnoted. 

The aftermath. Malfoy holds out a hand to Sirius, badly injured on the floor. Sirius asks how Malfoy is willing to trust him. Malfoy nods at his chest. “You’ve got my godfather’s locket,” he says, and when Sirius and Harry finally speak after the battle Harry gives his full agreement to the very first thing out of  Sirius’ mouth. They give the locket to Malfoy. Sirius grits his teeth and closes his eyes and opens them and says “He probably saved my life, giving Harry that.” He doesn’t say thank you. Malfoy hears it anyway.

The school reopens under a single banner: the four Houses united. The House rivalry is reduced to just that–a competition in fun–with those deep divides slowly healing to scars, and eventually away to nothing at all.

Imagine it.

When we stand, we stand united as one

And then there would be no hope for any uprising of evil, no users of the dark arts would dare to attack. There would be no neglected Slytherins turning to a darker cause. The unity Cassius Warrington’s death caused would come to save the world, time and time again, as would-be-Voldemorts find no followers. No children will ever have to fight their parents, or family. There would always be peace. 

oh christ somebody added to it and now i’m a soggy emotional wreck

I’m crying because this is what slytherins should have been and truly are

This is beautifully written and I wish it was in the books xx

This is such a fantastic read. A Slytherin triwizard champion sounds awesome.

Best Harry Potter post

I’m crying of hope and happiness

This. This post here is why I don’t bother with the books anymore. This is a better, more fulfilling outcome than the books could ever be (haven’t read the last one yet, probably now never will). 

The 7th book ends as Draco, Harry, and all of the other living 7th years are standing at their graduation, listening to Nevil (who was elected to give an end of year speech) thank every one and end his speech by saying “and remember, there are no spares.” Hats fly up and some sobs are heard throughout the crowd. In the midst of it all, Harry and Draco bump into each other one last time and smile. They talk about their future aspirations and jokingly, Malfoy smiles and says “Scared, Potter?” And the book ends with a smile from Harry and the words “You wish.” There is no 8th book, no random tweets, but an open ending. A happy one.

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Human/University!AU Sanders Sides Masterpost (COMPLETED)

This is a human!AU fic, so they’re all humans and not different sides of Thomas’ personality. I am trying to keep everyone in character. 

In case you need a little guide, here:

Logic - Logan

Prince - Roman 

Morality - Patton

Anxiety - Virgil

(The order in which they should be read is numbered.) 

Companion Pieces: | 1. g o o d| | 2. blood and tears |3. Odd | 4. Stone Still | 5. Safe/Unsafe | 6. The Shaky Decline | 7. Light As A Feather, Stiff As a Board | 9. In The Middle | 11. Control. | 13. Lies |

8. A Darkened Holiday 

Summary: Logan doesn’t like Christmas; it’s a stressful time of the year. This year doesn’t look like it’s going to be any easier with his parents on his back about a possible transfer, some moron who like to dress up as a prince, Patton’s non-stop concern, Virgil’s rotten luck, and what he feels to be an oncoming nervous breakdown.

He doesn’t know what to do and he hates not knowing.    

Word Count: 14,974

Fic Type: Multi-Chaptered 

Warnings: Violence in later chapters

Pairings: Ambiguous or Implied Relationship(s)

chapters;  | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter fourchapter five | chapter six (final) |

10. Whirlpool

Summary: Second semester is in full swing and the college campus is in chaos when a student commits suicide. Now, Virgil is trying to deal with his own demons brought back to the surface, Roman’s struggling after he’s kicked from theater, Logan’s reeling after unexpected news about his mother, and Patton’s just trying to keep all his friends from falling apart. 

Word Count: 17,039

Fic Type: Multi-Chaptered  

Warnings: Several mentions of suicide and violence 

Pairings: Ambiguous or Implied Relationship(s) 

chapters; chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six (final) |

12. A Performance For The Cowards

Summary: Roman is braver than ever. He’s showed up all of the ghosts of his past, he’s in college, he’s making solid friendships, and everything seems perfect.

But when a bully from Roman’s past comes back, his mom shares some heartbreaking news, and Roman’s grades begin slipping down the toilet, Roman feels like maybe he isn’t brave at all; maybe he’s just a fraud.

Word Count:  17,556

Fic Type: Multi-Chaptered 

Warnings: Bullying, violence, underage drinking, and past character death

Pairings: None

13. Call It Home

Summary: Patton and Logan are staying with Virgil for a little while during the summer for emotional support after Virgil’s dog gets injured. It should be fine but Patton finds that suddenly being reintroduced to what a loving family is like can be overwhelming.

Word Count: 17,884

Fic Type: Multi-Chaptered

Warnings: Eventual violence, mentions of death, and referenced past suicide attempt. Allusions to rape and sexual assault.

Pairings: None

one of my faves!!! definitely check it out marin is such a great writer!!

When someone is riding your ass in traffic you have a moral imperative to immediately drop to no more than half the speed limit

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and come to a full and complete stop at any and all traffic signs, checking all directions (including "up" and "down") carefully for any potential hazards

Hey everyone. There's another app on the Google playstore. Pretty sure it's not official and it's making money from in-app ads.

I think the AO3's latest post about apps is here:

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I don’t access Ao3 on my phone, but for those of you who do. wise words of warning.

Last time I looked, my best bet to use AO3 safely and free was to go straight to AO3.

I don’t understand the appeal of this. Has anyone ever thought “you know what would make AO3 better? Ads!”

Semi-regular reminder to my readers that AO3 does not have an app and every time you login through one of them, you are potentially comprising your account/password. AO3 has an effective design for mobile use and you can always add to home screen, if you really need an "app" icon.

Additionally, one of the main reasons to NOT want an official AO3 app is that it would force them to comply with Apple's TOS.

You know.

The thing that is widely believed to be behind the porn ban in Tumblr.

If you're accessing AO3 from your phone, you can use site skins to make changes to your liking: display in dark mode, hide certain tags/users/fics from view/searches.

If you can install firefox, you can also use extensions on mobile to make your browsing much more comfortable!

We’ve made flashlights but we haven’t made reverse flashlights

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artificial darkness would be funny as hell though i’d love to beam a line of night directly into someone’s face. go to the void

Some Pokemon fans really need a sense of humor. I'm sorry but after years of people wanting dunsparce to get an epic evolution only for it to evolve into a slightly longer version of itself and its called fucking dundunsparce is the funniest shit ever and y'all won't admit it