ok here i go again

Cursed Child was dumb and here are some reasons why

(warning: spoilers. this probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the script. far be it from me to recommend this kneazle-vomit of a play, though, so if you haven’t read it, good)

  • the plot is messy, strange, and childish. there’s only one time-turner left!! how will the characters cope when said time-turner is lost? oh lol they’ll just use this other convenient time-turner. for convenient plot points, see also: harry can suddenly speak parseltongue again, because well he just kind of needs to be able to do that
  • Harry cursing “oh dumbledore” without a hint of irony. like really? really
  • the characterisation was a pile of dragon dung and we all freaking know it. let’s break it down into individual characters here because fuck if I can stop at one bullet point for this
  • Hermione: the brightest witch of her age, the constant crusader for the unloved and the unrepresented, whose successful career and capacity for kindness apparently rest in the hands of her romance with Ron Weasley. oh… but wait. it sounds a little familiar, this story. hear me out. let’s see now, a highly intelligent person who falls in love but doesn’t have that love reciprocated, and who then becomes a really fucking mean teacher at Hogwarts through bitterness. sound like anyone we know? fam, they tried to parallel Hermione and Snape. Hermione and Snape. this being the same Snape who sneered in Hermione’s face when she’d been visibly hexed, and made her cry; the same Snape who bullied Neville Longbottom for years, while Hermione muttered instructions under her breath to help him. if you want to tell me that Hermione would ever allow herself to become a Snape parallel then I will kindly invite you to shove a dirigible plum where there’s no lumos solem
  • Harry: when Harry was at his angriest in OOTP, and he’s yelling at Ron and Hermione, there’s one thing we notice. everything he yells is true. he means it. he’s bitter about it and he’s loud and furious, but he doesn’t have the kind of anger that just says anything to cause hurt, that speaks without thinking, not even at this crisis point in his life. are you really going to tell me that the boy who knows down to his bones what it’s like to feel rejected, and misunderstood, and alone, would ever say - even in anger - that he wishes Albus wasn’t his son? I am going to snap wands over this
  • Cedric. and this one burns. because Cedric was brave and he was true, and he had a sense of justice that led him to telling Harry about the way the golden egg worked, and led him to sharing the winning of the triwizard tournament with Harry. he died, he was murdered at the age of seventeen, embodying a sense of justice so strong, an innocence, a goodness. Cedric Diggory - the boy who believed in fairness with an integrity that is astounding - becoming party to the indiscriminate killing and casual torture of the Death Eaters just because he had his head engorged one time… is about as likely as Hagrid stomping on a dragon egg. it’s an insult to who he was and I am going to engorge the entire bodies of the writers of this fucking play so that hopefully they’ll just float away too, with all the grace and likeability of Aunt Marge
  • Voldemort: can we all agree now that Voldemort would not father a child. the idea of him experiencing lust seems out of character; the idea of him giving into a base urge seems more so. it’s too human, too vulgar, too physical; it would associate him with the common and the mainstream in a way that I contend he would find repulsive. Tom Riddle Sr. was trapped by Merope into sex and romance; to have sex would be to bring himself closer to his parents, down to the level of a Muggle and a witch who lacked power and craved love, two things Voldemort could never, ever stand. no. he wouldn’t have sex just because he wanted to; he’d be repelled by the idea. what other reason could there be for him to do the nasty with Bellatrix? to ensure the continuation of his line? that makes even less sense. achieving immortality for Voldemort was always a question of magic, a personal quest. he wouldn’t go for a messy, physical back-up plan. he always thought that he would win. if anything, he would see a child as a future threat, not a security. another being in the world with the promise of his power? he wouldn’t risk it.
  • what the fuck was that trolley witch scene though
  • “for voldemort and valour” are you serious. is there a Gryffindor spy in the Voldemort camp laughing their ass off because they actually managed to get that one through. and are they ten years old
  • overall, the message of the play infuriated me. Delphi was the child of Voldemort, so she was evil. Albus was the child of Harry, so he was good. Scorpius was the son of Draco, so he should have been evil, but Draco’s actually kind of good now and his mother was nice, so he can be good too. where is the complexity? was five hours of drama not enough to find some shades of morality? where is the hope, where is the resonance, in a story that says that good begets good and evil begets evil, and nothing can really change? the Harry Potter book series was about a boy who grew up with something inside him that was utterly evil, and who rejected it, fought against it, changed the path that fate seemed to wish him to walk. not slytherin, not slytherin. we had Regulus Black and Sirius Black, who rejected their pasts, whose heritage and whose House stood for nothing against their principles, their eventual and separate forms of bravery. we had Remus Lupin, who transformed into a monster but never became one, not even after years of rejection and pain. we had the word mudblood, and we watched Hermione fight it, we knew it was ridiculous to label someone based on their blood. and now… we have the Cursed Child. a play which is flat, and stupid, and tells us that your parentage inevitably dictates your character - and that how you’re treated is how you’ll treat others. dear writers, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, you fail to recognise that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. you fucks.

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  • me: *thinks i'm supposed to apologize for an outburst*
  • me: *apologizes*
  • me: *is resentful because i know that the subject of my outburst is something that is worse for me than the person i said it to*
  • me: *is not sorry*
  • me: *is mad at self for not being sorry*
  • me: *thinks i'm supposed to apologize*
  • me: *apologizes*
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fUCK here we go again with some doodles

ok so I finally fixed my laptop but i’m actually scared to reboot or shut it down hh

anyway!! I was doodling while I was half asleep and I started to draw a ref for Mackenzie but I said “fuck no save that for later” then I doodled a valdus but I kept messing up his outfit and gave up on that, and drew him in a hoodie :/

it looks like an inkling from splatoon, omg,.;

this doesn’t even look like its from wizard101 I wanna delete this so bad

i’ll give it an hour before I do tho

Relax (M)

Originally posted by junior-park

***GIF NOT MINE

OH YEAH YES I AM BACK HAVE SOME JINYOUNG

Requested by: Anon – my apologies if it took a while (I was so busy with work), but here you go, I hope you enjoy it!

Characters: Park Jinyoung (Junior, GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x GOT7 members

Genre: Angst, Smut

Length: 2,410 words

Warning/s: Dom!Jinyoung, Hardcore Sex, Spanking, Blowjob, Masturbation, Squirting, etc. (etc. meaning every single thing that would make me meet Satan and stay with him for the rest of my life)

Plot:   Long day at practice, promotions here and there, new album preparations, and concerts / fan meetings are starting to take its toll on the GOT7 boys; especially with Jinyoung.  So, how is he going to release all of the stress that he has endured for all those times?

A/N OK SO HERE I GO AGAIN AHM YEAH I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THIS FUCKERY PLEASE MAY THE LORD BLESS ME AND I AM SORRY IF MY PLOT SUCKS AND I SUCK RIGHT K.

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“1 2 3 4, then jump… 1 2 3 then twist-“ Jaebum stopped his tracks when he noticed that Jinyoung kept on creating mistakes.  He will just pause then catch up, or totally mess the choreography up. To his surprise, he is not normally like this; he even choreographed some of the dances for their new songs.  

“W-wait, let’s take a quick break everyone.”  Jaebum instructed and everyone almost fell to their feet because of exhaustion.  The rest began drinking water and teasing each other, just to relieve some of their stress.  Jinyoung sat on the corner of the practice room, knees touching his chest and hands in his hair.  Jaebum quickly approached him and patted his back.

“You okay man?”  He asked him while patting his back, showing him that he is just there if ever he needs someone to talk to.

“I-I don’t know, hyung.”  He mumbled while swallowing the lump on his throat.  Jinyoung just felt so tired and so worn out, but he knows that he needs to keep going because this is what he wants to do, to perform for the fans. However, he cannot help but feel the opposite.  He rarely gets some sleep, he cannot eat well because they are only given so little time to enjoy their food and, most of all, he misses you.

“You look so tired than everyone else; you wanted to talk about it?”  Jaebum further probes and Jinyoung straightened and leaned his head against the mirror.

“I miss __________-ah, hyung.  It has been 3 months since the last time that I saw her.  I can handle the stress of our schedules, but not being able to see her for that long; it’s breaking me into pieces.”  He closed his eyes in deep frustration.  Jaebum nodded, agreeing to what he is saying.  He knows how Jinyoung loves and cares about you, so it must have been really hard for the mother of the group to not even see you at this point in his life.

“You go see her.”  He whispered at him and Jinyoung’s eyes glittered as he looks at his leader’s serious eyes.

“W-wait, what about-“

“Don’t worry about him; I’ll take care of it.  You look shit, Jinyoung.  Now, go see her and stay with her for the rest of the week, okay?”  Jaebum wrapped his arms around the younger, patting his head.

“Thank you hyung, oh God thank you so much.”  His smile is genuine this time as he stood up from the floor and immediately running towards the locker room to change and make his way towards your place as soon as possible.

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A Life With You

A/N: *waves nervously* oh hey there

Warnings: teeny bit of adult-y smutness and swears

It’s raining.

You should have checked the weather before you left the house and maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. Standing at a bus stop with dirty water pooling in your shoes, wearing nothing more than a thin jumper. You don’t remember the last time you shivered this much.

It’s raining and it’s freezing. You sigh and glance at your phone screen to see the time. If you stand here much longer you’re sure you’ll catch a cold.

Suddenly, the rain pattering on your head and soaking through your clothes stops. You blink and look up.

A guy is standing beside you, smiling and holding his umbrella over both of your heads.

“Hey,” he greets. “You looked like you could do with some shelter.”

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It’s harder than you think
Telling dreams from one another
And you thought the lions were bad
Well they tried to kill my brothers.

And felled in the night
By the ones you think you love
They will come for you.

Your sister left us the day those arrows found my chest.  She did not die from those wounds…but to watch you leave me there in the snow. I have a new family. I am a Briarwood. 

Cassandra de Rolo ~ Race to the Ziggurat 

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HQ!! Web Radio. Guest: Namikawa Daisuke (Oikawa VA)


[Q&A with Daisuke-san!]

Ishikawa: Question, start!

Ayumu: Haikyuu!! is about volleyball. Were you— were you part of any club during high—?

Daisuke: One more time, one more time.

Ayumu: I’ll start again. Ok! Here we go. Beep. Haikyuu!! is about volleyball. Did you join any club during high school?

Daisuke: I joined.

Ishikawa: So, what club did you join?

Daisuke: I joined.

Ishikawa: Hahaha. How would you describe Haikyuu!! is one word?

Daisuke: Intense.

Ayumu: What type of person is your character Oikawa Tooru?

Daisuke: Deep.

Ishikawa: Do you pay attention to anything while voicing him?

Daisuke: I do.

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Anyways i should go back to studying, but focussing is hard, I keep falling asleep, nothing is enjoyable and most days I only speak to my roommate without whom I would probably disappear beneath a pile of dirty dishes and oversized sweaters. I am angry at my friends who are being bad friends and I try to be more grateful for the good ones. January is tenacious and cold, I feel forgotten, I am falling in love with Hebrrew after 3 semesters of hopeless grappling, I yearn for quiet,I yearn for less, I need a beat to stay awake, everything is in deconstruction, I lost my trust in most things and people, it is probably unfair, I am probably unfair, I will try to be softer but not now right now I don’t have room for bounty.

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