what-a-shocker!1!1!1!1!!!!!111

peter was a marauder, too.

i think that’s important to remember, when you think of the marauders. peter was there too. it wasn’t just james and sirius’ pranks, remus’ slightly more reticent nature. peter was alongside them in that time, no matter what he would go on to do later.

when you imagine the marauders, remember peter. remember the meek boy who idolised james and sirius, who learned under their wing. remember that he was there too, the child who would later break them apart, laughing and joking along with those who would later be crowned as heroes. it is easy to write him out of this history, to minimise his presence to a skulking hanger-on. but he was wormtail when that name wasn’t linked with evil; one of the three who learned the most difficult magic to help out their friend, who mapped an unmappable building, who achieved more than their teachers had ever suspected. peter was there, and he was in the middle of it. it is easy to imagine him as being a traitor before he betrayed them, but the truth is that it could happen to anyone whose will is not strong enough. peter snapped under the pressure, but he had the same promise as any of them. peter was a marauder until he made the most vile of mistakes.

four boys, together under the golden sunlight. tomorrow they would be separated - one dead, one imprisoned, one a traitor, one left alone. but when they were the marauders they were four, and we would do well to remember that.

Hey There Delilah..

I was running a 5e campaign from the DMs Guild last night for two players in another campaign we do and they were in a small town’s tavern, speaking with a farmer after returning from a quest he sent them on to kill some goblins that attacked him and killed his horse.

NPC Farmer(DM): Did you find those goblins and kill them? Did you find my Delilah?

Dragonborn Barbarian: Oh, we found her. They ate her.

NPC Farmer: [gasps] Not my Delilah! [wipes a tear from his eye] You didn’t happen to find a locket with the goblins, did you?

Tiefling Cleric, OOC: He seems a bit too attached to his horse. This is some beastiality stuff going on.

Dragonborn Barbarian, OOC: I pull out the locket and hand it to him.

DM: The farmer takes the locket and opens it up. Inside is a painting of Delilah the horse.

Tiefling: I KNEW IT!

It’s Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Now, there he go! There he go! There he go! There he go! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Do the peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Do the peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Now, where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Now, there he go! There he go! There he go! There he go! Now, peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Do the peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Do the peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Now, break it down and freeze! Break it down and freeze! Now, break it down and freeze! Break it down and freeze! Now, where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Now, there he go! There he go! There he go! There he go! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Do the peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Do the peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Now, tic tac toe, Uh-huh! Tic tac toe, Let’s go! Tic tac toe, You got it! Tic tac toe, Let’s ride! Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Now, there he go! There he go! There he go! There he go! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Do the peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Do the peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Now, freestyle, freestyle, freestyle, freestyle, freestyle, Your style! Freestyle, freestyle, freestyle, freestyle, freestyle, Your style! Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Now, there he go! There he go! There he go! There he go!

anonymous asked:

prompt idea: everyone's reaction to the fact that pidge has been hiding their trash meteor fluff buddies in the castle of lions for months

DONE.

“You know, Pidge,” Shiro says, somewhat weakly. He’s standing in the doorway with Keith, staring slack-jawed into Pidge’s bedroom. Approximately four dozen Pastel Space Caterpillars blink curiously back at them, little mustaches glowing far too cheerfully in the dim lighting. “When you said you needed help, this isn’t exactly what I thought you meant.”

“How did you smuggle so many of these things in?” Lance gawks. Hunk’s delighted, already inside cooing at a handful of the pastel yellow friends.

“I didn’t ‘smuggle’ them, thanks,” Pidge says, “And I never meant to have fifty-something of them here or I wouldn’t have let them get used to my room. I only started with two.”

(Accepting mini-prompts tonight!)

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anyways why make steven visibly have legitimate problems with connecting his human and his gem side only to have the first human he expresses that to be the goddamn racist uncle instead of idk maybe greg or connie

yeah maybe he wants to “know more about his family” but greg is clearly his family, not to mention that it seems like a flimsy excuse since steven’s never mentioned wanting to know more about his family before??