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Orphan Black Episode Titles

Season 1: from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin
01x01 - Natural Selection
01x02 - Instinct
01x03 - Variation Under Nature
01x04 - Effects Of External Conditions
01x05 - Conditions Of Existence
01x06 - Variations Under Domestication
01x07 - Parts Developed In An Unusual Manner
01x08 - Entangled Bank
01x09 - Unconscious Selection
01x10 - Endless Forms Most Beautiful

Season 2: from works of Sir Francis Bacon
02x01 - Nature Under Constraint And Vexed
02x02 - Governed By Sound Reason And True Religion
02x03 - Mingling Its Own Nature With It
02x04 - Governed As It Were By Chance
02x05 - Ipsa Scienitia Potestas Est
02x06 - To Hound Nature In Her Wanderings
02x07 - Knowledge Of Causes, And Secret Motion Of Things
02x08 - Variable And Full Of Perturbation
02x09 - Things Which Have Never Yet Been Done
02x10 - By Means Which Have Never Yet Been Tried

Season 3: from the farewell address of Dwight Eisenhower
03x01 - The Weight Of This Combination
03x02 - Transitory Sacrifices Of Crisis
03x03 - Formalized, Complex, And Costly
03x04 - Newer Elements Of Our Defense
03x05 - Scarred By Many Past Frustrations
03x06 - Certain Agony Of the Battlefield
03x07 - Community Of Dreadful Fear And Hate
03x08 - Ruthless In Purpose, And Insidious In Method
03x09 - Insolvent Phantom Of Tomorrow
03x10 - History Yet To Be Written

Season 4: from the works of Donna Haraway
04x01 - The Collapse Of Nature
04x02 - Transgressive Border Crossing
04x03 - The Stigmata Of Progress
04x04 - From Instinct To Rational Control
04x05 - Human Raw Material
04x06 - The Scandal Of Altruism
04x07 - The Antisocialism Of Sex
04x08 - The Redesign Of Natural Objects
04x09 - The Mitigation Of Competition
04x10 - From Dancing Mice To Psychopaths

Season 5: from the poem Protest by Ella Wheeler
05x01 - The Few Who Dare
05x02 - Clutch Of Greed
05x03 - Beneath Her Heart
05x04 - Let The Children And The Childbearers Toil
05x05 - Ease For Idle Millionaires
05x06 - Manacled Slim Wrists
05x07 - Gag Or Throttle
05x08 - Guillotines Decide
05x09 - One Fettered Slave
05x10 - To Right The Wrongs Of Many

I love guys who can sing. I love guys who can dance. I love guys who can act. I love guys who model occasionally. I love nerdy guys. I love modest guys. I love guys with a sense of humor. I love guys who support the LGBT+ community. I love French guys. I love guys with brown eyes. I love guys who take silly photos with their towel as a cape pretending they’re a superhero. I’m talking about Alexis Loizon. I love Alexis Loizon *cries in French*

PRANK WARS [GEORGE WEASLEY]

request: “77 with george please? i love your stories” - by anon

a/n: thank you, anon 💞 hope you like this :-)

77. “What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?”

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    “Weasley!”

     Your unpleasant scream filled the corridors of the castle, Peeves the Poltergeist immediately following the sound only to find you covered in white paint and red feathers from your head, down to your toes.

     "Ha! I didn’t know they allowed chickens inside the hallways!“ Peeves shouted and snickered, flying around you repeatedly before going away.

     Soon, Professor Lupin had heard it as well since you were closest to his classroom, and as he went outside to check what had happened, his lips twitched slightly when he saw your condition.

     You groaned loudly once again. “I’m going to kill that git, I’m going to strangle him until he stops breathing and -”

     "Y/N,“ Lupin walked towards you. “What is the meaning of this?”

     Just in cue, you heard two boys laughing from the classroom. You looked behind the professor and saw Fred and George Weasley with their faces red, patting themselves on the back. Though you were only sending a death glare on George since you knew that this was his plan - considering that the two of you had an endless prank war going on.

     "Why don’t you ask George Weasley, Professor.“ you gritted your teeth. "I’m sure that he can enlighten you.”

      “I see.” he pursed his lips before turning around. “Weasley, mind coming over for a second?”

     "Which one, sir?“ the twins chimed in the same time.

     "The one Y/N is speaking of.”

      Fred placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder in a teasing manner, heading back to the classroom while George rolled his eyes and marched forward where you were standing.

      “Y/N! I hardly recognized you. I thought I was looking at a rooster.” he began chuckling.

      Blood boiled under your skin even further because of his comment. “Oh, you think you’re so clever but just you wait -”

      “Y/N,” Lupin stopped you before you can finish what you were trying to say.

     You looked at the teacher and shut your mouth, crossing your arms, still covered in paint and feathers.

     "It has brought to my attention that the two of you have been pulling senseless pranks on each other for the past month, George and Y/N.“ the professor began with a kind smile on his face, his hands folded.

      "In my defense, sir, he was the one who started it.” you pointed at George, his eyes widening at what he heard.

     "Absolutely not. May I remind you that you were the one who made me eat that cupcake that made my fingers have their own fingers!“ George exclaimed.

     You sighed. "For the last time, it was a dare!”

    “I don’t believe you.”

    “What a surprise!”

    “You didn’t have to do it so technically, it was still your choice.”

    “I was forced to do it, that’s why I didn’t have a choice.”

    “Just admit that you’ve been wanting to do it -”

     "Oh my god! You’re speaking absolute rubbish!“

    "Okay, that’s enough.” Professor Lupin joined your conversation, an amused look on his face because of the argument he just witnessed. “The two of you, breathe, and Y/N …” he got his wand from his pocket and with a flick of it, the mess on your whole body was gone, making you mutter a quick thanks.

     "So,“ Lupin began again, "let’s make a deal. I won’t let Professor McGonagall know about this incident, since she is the head of both of your houses and she is quite frankly so close to sending letters to your parents, and in return, you’ll stop pranking each other. Is that clear?”

       You rocked your heels back and forth. “Yes, sir.”

      “And George?”

       He crossed his arms. “Yes, sir.”

      “Ah, perfect.” Lupin smiled. “Now, shake on it, will you?”

      You raised your eyebrows, glancing at George beside you. “Absolutely not.” you scoffed.

     "Why not?“ George asked but you could see that he was now grinning.

     ”What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?“ you told him, turning to Lupin. "Now, excuse me, professor, but I really must be going. I’m supposed to be in Charms right now but since someone acted so childish, I am late. Thank you for the help, sir.” you sent one last glared to George, waltzing away then.

     George only chuckled, unfazed by your coldness, glancing at the teacher for a moment before setting his eyes on your fading figure as you turn to the left.

    “Ah, she really is something, isn’t she? I’m going to marry her someday.”

His peers dub him the Bloody Knight.
Not for the heads he takes,
as he takes none.
Nor for the battles he fights,
as he shows only mercy.
Instead, it is for
the holes
in his palms.

Priests call the wounds “Christ-marks.”
Perfect circles, perfectly centered,
showing no bone or gristle
when sunlight shines through.
His aged father claims
they were there all his life.
Whenever he prays,
they bleed.

On feast days, he eats alone.
The other knights stay far away,
and whisper rumors to their wives.
He is too righteous, for some men,
the others sore because
he bested them,
and spared their lives
in hateful clemency.

His king pays it no mind.
Where others fear to touch,
he freely gives affection,
laying clean, smooth hands
on stained gloves.
“Jealous bastards,” he says,
leaning close,
“forget them.”

Each night, they lay together.
Faces close, and sharing breath.
One of the king’s hands
held firmly in his,
he thanks God for this man:
the love of his life.
As he communes with his Lord,
the knight’s palms trickle blood,
staining their sleeves.

—  Stigmata; kristyn n.k. [x]