Gregory, what have you done?
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thingy inspired by the fic “behemoth” on ao3 by littleleaflings (go read it it is so good) because I am a sucker for protective papa bear glamfred
the text is from the song “I know I’m a wolf”
Also sorry not sorry Monty fans thats who Freddie’s turning into scraps here
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I'm gonna be thinking about this all day
If you deadname someone in the death note it kills you
In one of the Death Note live action movies (I think it was Light Up the New World), a man changes his name after harboring guilt about past crimes and trying to atone (not even answering to that name). He's only killed after his new name gets put in the book, since he shed his old name.
Man wasn't trans, but if the logic applied to him, logic should apply to trans people too!
This rule implies that birth names are not necessarily the names given to you at birth.
That means you can change your name or consider yourself to have a new name and the death note recognizes it.
Death Note is an ally.
Diversity win! this Death Note kills trans people but doesn’t deadname them!
I woke up and thought about how Sun/Moon would interact with adults. Like does Sun just carry their kids up to them one by one lmao. It’s also said that the animatronics have files on kids, so I’m pretty sure they have them on their parents as well. So just imagine:
Creep: *trying to pick up someone’s kid*
Sun: STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER! WOOO WOOO WOOOO! SECURITY ALERT!
Creep: *runs*
Monty: *running down the hall like a linebacker*
Or if it happens during nap time:
Creep: *sneaks in and picks up a kid*
Moon: Naughty boy~
Creep: Wh-
Moon: *knocks tf out of him and drags him by his feet*
oh yeah have i ever told yall of the academic war i have been an unwilling soilder in for the past two years
okay SO. i have two professors that both teach this one subject, but different classes. they have different last names, so i didnt know this at first and espically since they are academic RIVELS at my school, but they are MARRIED. but for the past 8 years they have been in an academic WAR of geospatical sciences data. more accurately, the raster vs vector data debate. i am personally on the side of "both have their pros and cons and can be utalizied to the utmost efficency" but both professors are like, DEADLOCKED in insistanting one is better then the other
so, professor A is my mentor. i like him a lot, and he was the main person that taught me the most abotu Eris and ArcGIS. professor B is a professor i had one for class, and shes nice and knows a lot of little tricks about Eris programming but mostly relies on arcMAP because shes the raster data professor.
and THESE MOTHERFUCKERS. have written no less then 30 papers that is basically like a "re: re: re: re: re: re: vector data is better then raster fuck you" but like, Professionally. and they leave stupid notes in the footnotes that read "Reguardless of Professor A's opinions reguarding the efficency of Vector data, Raster data has a more efficant polygon computing rate and is the most commonly used program on interplantaring mapping" and its HILARIOUS
ive read all of their papers, and its basically like reading an email chain between a married couple arguing over the colors of the kitchen backsplash for their new home. its HILARIOUS. but obviously, because of their differnet last names and because they act like they HATE each other, NOT VERY MANY PEOPLE REALIZES THEYRE MARRIED
until like LAST WEEK
professor B publishes a paper that casually drops the word "husband"
and obviously all the students are like "oh i didnt know u were married!" because we read that shit like how white suburban mothers read People Magazine
and shes like "yeah, its Professor A"
and we all FLIPPED. THE FUCK. OUT
we thought the framed picture of the two of them on professor A's desk was ironic because hes that type of guy
like, you gotta undestand. these two have gotten into YELLING matches in hallways. these two refuse to go onto trips with each other. but apparently they have a system where they quite LITERALLY leave all of their work at work and drive home in seperate cars and literally NEVER mention work at home. it is SO funny
I want this now
incorrect aot quote
Hange: (screams)
Y/N: (screams louder to establish dominance)
Erwin: Should we do something?
Levi: No, I want to see who wins.
Demon!Shane, who scares away all the dangerous ghosts from Ryan, so thats why they can't find evidence of the paranormal ???????
YES PLEASE
sincerely not.
↳ gojou satoru x f!reader
— series masterlist
summary. with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.
genre. heavy angst, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+
word count. 200k
fic warnings. mean!gojo, ooc, adultery/infidelity, profanity, explicit smut, violence, emotional trauma/physical abuse from past experiences, neglect, heavy family drama, illnesses, descriptions of social classes, mentions of pregnancy, undertones of masochism, undertones of manipulation, abandonment issues, overall toxic relationships, graphic depictions of self-harm, minor character death, plot loosely based on twotm & tre. please read with proper discretion.
general masterlist + fic art + playlist + gallery + faqs
+ one + two + three + four + five + six + seven + eight + nine + ten + eleven + twelve + thirteen + fourteen + fifteen + sixteen + seventeen + eighteen + nineteen + twenty (final) +
status: completed + sequel: soon
FINALLY FINISHED THIS MASTERPIECE BY @saintobio AND IM BAWLING MY EYES OUT INSTEAD OF STUDYING. TOTALLY WORTH IT. I FUCKING LOVE THIS SERIES♥️♥️♥️♥️
Draco: I will tear you apart up in Quidditch, Potter.
Harry: Just don't run up to Daddy in a hug when I beat you.
Draco, coming closer: Daddy doesn't want to comfort his baby...?
Harry: *puts Draco close to him*.
Blaze: Are they still threatening each other?
Pansy: I don't think so.
Draco talking to Scorpius and referring to Harry and Albus as “my Potter” and “your Potter”
This is awesome. I need a whole fic of this where Draco and Harry aren’t even together, but it keeps happening when Draco and Scorpius are talking and slowly Scorpius realizes that his father might have some…latent…feelings about “his” Potter.
“So your Potter wants you to spend the night? At his mother’s house? Or at my Potter’s house? Will my Potter be there to supervise?”
Scorpius gave him a strange look. It suddenly occurred to him that his father used that term with… Startling regularity. For someone who for so long proclaimed to hate the man.
“Yes, at Mr. Potter’s house. Just for the night so we can see the game together tomorrow morning.”
“And has my Potter agreed to this?” Draco asked, eyes going sharp.
Scorpius sighed. This really wasn’t normal. “He–”
“I should talk to Potter about it,” his father decided quickly, cutting him off. “My Potter, I mean, of course, not yours.”
Without excusing himself from the table, he got up and marched out of the room. Scorpius looked after him helplessly, wondering if Albus’s father did the same kind of weird stuff. He certainly managed to bring his dad up enough whenever Scorpius went over there.
Draco returned at length and settled back into his chair, placing his napkin over his lap gracefully, as though he hadn’t practically run from the breakfast table only minutes before. There was an odd flush on his cheeks, and he wouldn’t meet Scorpius’s eye.
“Well?” Scorpius finally demanded confused and impatient when the silence had gone on for too long. “What did your Potter say?”
His dad coughed a bit, and took a long drink of water. Stalling, for sure. Scorpius had seen it enough times. His stomach sank; Draco was going to say no.
“It’s fine,” his father said, surprising him. “He even invited both of us to dinner tonight.”
“And you agreed? Dad?” Scorpius asked skeptically. “You dont like Mister Potter. …Right?”
Draco gave a distracted wave of his hand. “It has nothing to do with… Liking someone. Potter, that is, my Potter and I do have a…history, but I will admit that he seems like a very good parent. Your Potter is a fairly decent boy. And, well, it’s important for parents to be in communication when their children are friends. So it won’t hurt to have a check-out of his home,” he added vaguely, looking down at his plate pensively without moving to pick up his fork.
“I guess,” Scorpius said, feeling even more bewildered than before.
“And I won’t stay long. Just though dinner. It won’t spoil your fun with your Potter. You don’t mind, right?” his father asked, finally meeting Scorpius’s eyes again, a touch anxiously. Like he needed… approval?
Scorpius didnt know how this morning could get any stranger. Though Draco could be warm and was probably the best parent ever, in a lot of ways (in Scorpius’s opinion), he’d never shown this kind of uncertainty, before.
Slowly, Scorpius shook his head. “Of course not. You won’t bug us. Stay as long as you want.”
Draco beamed at him, gusting out a relieved sigh, and Scorpius tried not to look too taken aback by it.
“Obviously, I won’t be staying all night, like you,” he said, and for a moment his face flickered, going a bit distracted and dreamy. He snapped out of it and gave Scorpius a more measured smile, then got back up and began walking out. “I should probably find something to wear.”
“But, Dad, your breakfast,” Scorpius objected weakly to his retreating form.
“I’ll eat tonight,” Draco called behind him. “Have the elves find us a good bottle of wine to being over, please.”
Disconcerted, Scorpius stared down at his eggs for a moment before digging in.. So his father wanted to shag Mister Potter? He wondered how he could have missed that for so long. He gave a shrug.
Parents could be so weird.
( @bixgirl1 YAASSSS PLS)
And then cut to when a completely mussed up Draco is creeping (limping) out of Harry’s room at 4 AM carrying his Italian leather shoes in one hand and his outer robes over the other arm and an equally mussed Harry following him in nothing but his boxers and both of them loudly shushing one another as they tiptoe past Albus’ room and Harry then stubs his toe on the coffee table and Draco hisses at him to shut up and ends up inhaling some Floo powder so he has to hack it out and the two of them snog a bit more after they’ve stopped being dorks and Draco almost doesn’t want to leave but Harry’s invited him to join them for breakfast and he can’t still be here when the boys wake up and OMG it’s the start of everything that’s beautiful.
*screeching* omg @l0vegl0wsinthedark you fucking topped it by a mile!!!!!! (Or was that Harry? *side-eyeing Draco’s limp*). Doooo iiiittttt. Do it do it do it!!!!!!! And oh holy fuck what if
they were both so sex dazed and sex crazed that they’d forgotten that Albus and Scorpius had fallen asleep in the living room because they’d stayed up listening to the wireless and both boys are basically staring in shock and awe as their fathers continue to make out, barely dressed and covered in sooty floo powder, Harry pressing Draco against the mantle and Draco hissing in complaint but grabbing at him even more urgently as they kiss. And things start to get heated, but sky is starting to turn gray again through the windows, so Draco drags himself away from Harry’s mouth and says, “Show some patience, Potter.” And Harry laughs and says, “Patience? Who basically shoved me onto the bed and tried to swallow my cock?” And Draco grins, sharp and feral, and they’re both so caught up in gazing at each other that neither hears the boys squeak in dismay. And then Draco finally Leaves and Harry turns to sneak back to his room when he notices Scorpius and Albus both sitting up on the far couch, staring at him with traumatized eyes. And his face gets hot, and he shifts, and finally says, “He forgot his wand here, and just came back to fetch it,” before practically running out. studiously ignoring Albus’s snort of, “Yeah. His wand”
The next morning Al and Scorpius wake up, and Scorpius goes to freshen up in the bathroom while Al heads to the kitchen. And when Scorpius comes downstairs, he hears Mr. Potter talking to Al:
“So, did you have fun with your Malfoy last night?” Harry says.
“Not as much fun as you apparently had with yours” is Al’s joking response.
And Scorpius just shakes his head, sighs, and contents himself with the knowledge that at least all the people he loves are equally as strange as each other.
Besides, he thinks he could get used to the idea of Albus being his.
And @o0o-chibaken-o0o made itperfect
GOODBYE WORLD, I AM LIVING INSIDE THIS UNIVERSE NOW
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sambucky go to watch 'rogers: the musical' on premiere night, and bucky makes sure to get an autograph from the actor who plays steve right on his metal arm, while sam gets one on the shield