#Ron Flu

[thepixelblender]

E.A.T. Prologue remains my absolute favorite thing to have come out of the year 2020

individual images under the cut

[reality-detective]

Sen. Ron Johnson Shares the Most Censored Chart in Congressional History

Drug Adverse Event Comparison (01/01/1996 - 10/27/23):

Ivermectin - 4,265

HCQ - 28,823

Flu Vaccine - 220,346

Dexamethasone - 110,185

Tylenol - 136,079

Remdesivir - 9,290

COVID Vaccines - 1,605,764

Crazy Huh? 🤔

[mrsriddlenott]

MASTERLIST MDNI

* Smut — Work In Progress

Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle

Caught (1*)(2)(3*)(4)(5)(6*)(7)

Everyone Who Falls In Love

Patience (1*)(2*)(3*)(4*)

Flu-Shot

Needy*

It’s Okay To Love Them Both

Theodore Nott

First Time *

Comfort

Costume? That’s Barely Clothes.*

Enzo Berkshire

It’s Okay To Love Them Both

I Think I Need A Demonstration*

Harry Potter

Angry Harry *

Can I Help? *

Draco Malfoy

Mistakes

Ron Weasley

Breakn’ Promises

Marauders Era

Regulus Black

Rivalry: Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Niklaus Mikaelson

His

EVENTS

SmutMas *

1k/Birthday Event*

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Harry Potter

The Ordeal of Being Known by louisfake

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Super Mario Bros

Cooking Mama (Luigi)! by Little_RedHots_Riding_Hood

Luigi was having a perfectly peaceful stroll through the Toad Market - the sun was shining, he'd just found a lovely handmade blanket, and was on his way to the bakery before heading back to his and Mario's home.

Only... what was that sniffling noise from that dark, scary alleyway?

Of all the creatures he was expecting to find, the littlest prince of the Koopa Kingdom certainly wasn't it.

Star Wars

the tiger is out by elumish

Wolffe looks like he’s regretting having a second Jedi with them.

DC

Cryp-Tim by PrinceJakeFireCake

"The cons of dating Tim Drake were innumerous. For one, he was almost impossible to photograph, and so none of Kon’s friends at school actually believed he existed. His family was scary, horrifying really, and all of them seemed to find joy in making Tim regret ever being born. And Tim had charmed Ma and Pa Kent so thoroughly, they had ditched their shovel talk to instead coo at him and offer him pie and compliment him for fixing their tractor, so Kon was at a disadvantage when it came to intimidating someone with his family.”

Kon and Tim date. It goes pretty well, all things considered.

Tim Has a Hero Worship-y Crush on Every Robin Ever by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Tim as an adult was bad enough, Tim with no filter as a child was too much to be around."

Cork Board Contingencies by PrinceJakeFireCake

If you don’t use a cork board to obsessively plan contingencies for every possible way a date with your best friend can go, how can you go on a date at all?

Excerpt: “Are you free next Saturday?” Tim asked, pretty sure that Kon’s jumble of words was agreement that he wanted to date Tim.

“Maybe!” Kon exclaimed.

“Cool,” Tim commented, taking another sip of his drugged grape soda (“Dammit, Tim,” he mentally told himself. “Do not give in! Buy new grape soda! Stop drinking the drugged grape soda! I’ve shotgunned another can of drugged grape soda, haven’t I? Dammit, that makes five!”) then saying, “That gives me just enough time to pass out for fifty-two hours and plan our first date."

Immunology by JustGettingBy

Hypothetically speaking. Could a hybrid creature become suddenly not viable? Like say it survives being an embryo, makes it through growing up, and then just one day… stops? the text from Kon reads.

Tim’s heart spikes up through his ribs. Kon. What’s happening?

(OR Kon gets the flu. It becomes Tim's problem.)

Change of Plans by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Who’s your friend, Tim?” the voice asked.

Jason hissed. This was his baby! Not his friend!

“Sorry, sorry,” the voice hastened to apologize. “I mean, who’s your parent, Tim?”

AKA, who has the time to be a murderous crime/drug lord when there are kittens to adopt

Motion Blur by sElkieNight60

At Damian's school art showcase, Bruce realizes he needs to help Tim reframe their relationship.

[fiuworks]

I hate to say it but I told you sooooo……

dyhard fans are you out there?

I must admit I didn’t like dyhard when I started tmagp at the beginning of the summer but over the last few weeks I’ve slowly become more and more obsessed to the point where I feel like I’m now in a cold and dark echochamber of my own making where the only thing I can see or think about is dyhard….

but it’s not that deep or whatever

they make me ill these days

Bonus: me and my friend who are thoroughly invested in Inside Job (Netflix adult animation) imagined dyhard as Reagan and Ron and my brain exploded so enjoy these if you’re into that

goodbye…save me from this dyhard flu i’ve caught…

[holdupjack]

Sick

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: None

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Hermione's P.O.V:

7th Year

I wasn't surprised when my girlfriend didn't show up for breakfast, it happens many times due to her very bad sleeping habits.

So, I didn't think much of it as I studied for the test in an upcoming class and ate my toast.

After breakfast, my Friday morning went on normally as I zipped from class to class.

When lunch rolled around, I did find it immediately strange that Y/n was nowhere in sight when I entered the Great Hall.

"Hermione! There you are!" I hear, and I see Y/n's dorm mate walk up to me.

"I've been looking for you all morning! Y/n wanted me to tell you that she's not going to classes today" they say and I furrow my brows in confusion.

"The poor thing has caught that nasty chest flu that's been going around! She moved herself into the spare dorm so no one else would get sick" they say as their eyes seem to catch someone behind me.

"Tell Y/n I hope she feels better, bye!" They say as they disappear into the sea of students coming and going.

I bite my lip and walk over to the space between Harry and Ginny.

"You look anxious," Ginny says as I take a bowl and fill it with the daily soup that is made as a lunch option.

"I'm not anxious, it's just Y/n is sick with that dreaded chest flu," I say and Ron snickers like a little kid.

"You two have been dating for two years, yet you still get nervous about a simple cold" he laughs out and I roll my eyes as I grasp a small plate for myself.

"Pardon me, for caring about my partner," I say and he just continues to chuckle.

"That chest flu is rough though, Neville has it," Harry says and I hum sadly.

I know it's just a cold, but I can't help but feel bad for my Y/n.

"It should only last for a couple of days," Ginny says and I sigh softly.

"That's good, I'll see you guys next week then," I say and Ron furrows his eyebrows.

"What? Aren't you coming to our Quidditch match Sunday?" He asks and I roll my eyes again as I use a quick flick of my wand to have the dishes float and follow me.

"If Y/n feels better, then maybe," I say and he groans.

"She's seventeen Hermione, she's not a little kid that needs to be taken care of" he grumbles and I glare at him.

Ron quickly shuts down and pushes his food around with his fork.

I hum and bid the other two farewell as I walk out of the Great Hall, the food following me close behind.

It didn't take me long to get to the empty dormitory that Y/n was using. I could sadly hear her when I walked into the common room.

As I got closer to the room, a loud coughing fit erupts from behind the door, I wait patiently until she was done.

I can't help but grimace from how hard and airy her cough is.

When she was finally done, all I hear is a soft:

"ow"

I knock on the door and hear Y/n clear her throat.

"Come in"

I open the door and peek inside to find my Y/n laying on one of the beds and I frown.

"Hello my love," I say as the food floats past me and onto the side table next to her.

"You didn't have to bring me food," she says as her voice cracks and disappears throughout the sentence.

"Shush," I say as I close the door behind me and take a seat on the desk chair next to the bed.

"I don't want you to get sick" she mumbles, her eyes small and glossy as I lean down and peck her forehead.

Fever.

"I have a much better immune system than you, my lovely" I whisper back as I sit back up.

"No, you don't! I hate when you get sick, you get pinchy and bitey" she mumbles and I laugh.

"Bitey?" I ask as I hold the soup out for her to take, she sits up with a small groan.

"Yes, bitey! You kept chomping on my open skin when I was taking care of you during your strep throat episode! It was like fighting off a feral cat" she grumbles and I can't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry my lovely" I mumble as she takes the food from my hands.

"You know I love you, even with your sick-biting antics" she mumbles back and I chuckle.

"You can bite me back this weekend," I say without thinking, and Y/n smirks as she takes a spoonful of the soup.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" she sniffles out and I roll my eyes playfully.

"How are you feeling?" I ask as I place my bag, filled with my work and books, onto her desk.

"Like I got punched in the lungs and smacked with a steel pan on my head" Y/n coughs out as she covers her mouth and looks away from me.

I lean over and run a hand through her hair as I scoot the chair closer to the bed.

"I'm sorry you feel so crummy my dove" I mumble as she puts down her soup on the desk.

"You should eat," I say and she just hums, laying back down and letting my hand wander through her hair.

"Later" she whispers as her eyes shut immediately.

I smile as I lean down and kiss the top of her dozing head, letting it linger for a moment before sitting back up.

Time seemed to go by fast, as a few minutes turn into an hour, of me running my fingers against her scalp.

But, a part of me needed to do something. I can't just sit and stare at my girlfriend all day.

Even if it is my favorite activity.

After another moment of staring at her chest, to make sure she's still breathing, I stand up and begin to clean up around the bed.

Picking up tissues and a bottle of water she had probably dropped, I throw it all into the bin.

Taking a seat back on the desk chair, I take out some of my books and tried to work on something to pass the time.

Yet my eyes kept shifting over to Y/n's sleeping form as I eat a grape from the plate of food I grabbed for myself.

I flip through the pages I marked and scan the material.

Another hour must have gone by with my failed attempt at studying and my eyes continuously flicker back to Y/n.

Eventually, I did get sucked into the chapter.

Until I feel fingertips land on my thigh, which caused me to smile.

"Watch those hands Ms.Y/l/n" I chuckle out and she groans unhappily.

I laugh and slip my hand into hers, she immediately pulls it towards her face and rests her cheek on the back of my hand.

Trapping me in an uncomfortable sideways leaning position.

"My love?" I laugh and she just groans again as her other hand comes out from the blanket.

She grabs the bottom of the chair and pulls it right up against the bed, which at least saved me from begin hunched over any longer.

As I look over at my, now far away, studying material; I feel a sudden pain that causes me to hiss.

"Ow! Y/n! Did you just bite my hand?!" I ask in surprise and she laughs, into a hard cough obviously, and she turns away from me quickly.

I pull my hand away and rub the small bite mark on the side of my hand.

"You said I could!" She wheezes out between coughs and I roll my eyes.

"Not like a hungry carnivore," I say and she turns back to me with a grin.

"All have you know, you taste like hand sanitizer and that coco butter you put on your skin...which no carnivore is trying to eat" she mumbles and I laugh softly.

She lays back down and holds out her hand for me again, which I ignore.

"I'm not getting bit again, it hurt"

"How do you think I feel?"

"In my defense, I don't remember biting you," I say and Y/n rolls her eyes.

"Hermione, stop fighting the sick." She says and I hum softly, stupidity taking her hand.

"If you bite me again, I'm punching the sick," I say and she just laughs.

"Yada, Yada, Yada" she mumbles as my hand goes back to being trapped between her head and hand.

Y/n was quick to fall asleep again as I was figuring out how to use my one hand to move everything to the edge of the desk.

I sigh and mindlessly let my fingers rub the side of her head, as I try to study again.

Luckily, by the time dinner rolled around, I had somehow gotten free and was trying to wake her.

"Y/n? Dove? Are you hungry?" I ask as I stand up and grab my plate and the old cold soup from lunch.

She gives me a quiet 'no' and I frown.

"What if I got some of the elf's handmade crackers? And some juice? Then will you eat?" I ask and she just hums.

"I'll take that as a maybe" I whisper as I walk over to the door and look back at my girlfriend.

My heart squeezes lightly as I look at her poor body shaking under the mountain of blankets.

"I'll be back my lovely," I say, and I just get a small snore in return.

I quickly make my way out of the dorm.

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Y/n's P.O.V:

When I awoke, it was pitch black in the room.

"I've gone blind" I whisper in a panic, until I see a soft glow of the night sky shine as the curtains flap open for a moment.

"Never mind, I've gone even more stupid" I whisper as I sit up with a groan.

I rest my back on the headboard and sigh softly, my adjusting eyes scanning the room.

It's freezing in here.

Freezing like a winter snowstorm.

Snow turns into water.

Water goes back into the clouds.

Then it rains.

...

Now I have to pee.

"Damn my thought process"

With another groan, I swing my legs onto the side, and let my feet hit the cold floors.

"Here we go" I whisper as I push myself up into a standing position.

Only to fall back onto to bed just as quickly.

"I've aged sixty years" I sigh as I try again.

This time I find success!

My hand lands on the bedpost as I slowly make my way toward this dormitory bathroom.

Thank Merlin I thought about toiletries before moving myself in here.

As I make my way to the center of the room, my head gets lightheaded and my legs feel weak.

"Ope, going down" I whisper as I slowly lay my body on the ground.

I sigh as the cold floor feels nice against my burning skin.

Still cold though.

"Guess I'll lay here" I mumble as my eyes shut.

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When my consciousness awakes to the sound of a door opening.

"Bloody hell, Y/n? Love! Are you alright?!" I hear fast footsteps approach me and a hand checks my pulse.

"Not dead, dizzy" I mumble and a sigh of relief hits the back of my head as they lean down and kiss the top of my head multiple times.

"You're Hermione, right?" I question, the ringing in my ears causing me to be unsure.

"No, McGonagall"

Definitely Hermione.

I laugh softly as she presses one last kiss to my head as she rubs my back.

"Are you ready to get up?" She asks and I shake my head.

"Then, may I join you?" She asks, and I nod.

My throat hurts too much to talk.

It's like I deep-throated a pineapple.

Now that would be an impressive party trick.

I hear Hermione stand up and walk around the room for a minute or two.

A blanket is draped over me, soon she sneaks under the blanket and rests her head between my shoulder blades.

It's quiet as Hermione's fingertips trace the spot in front of her face. I almost fall asleep, until her voice rings in my ears.

"Get better, quicker" she mumbles and I chuckle.

"Getting tired of me already?" I whisper back.

"I like taking care of you my dear, I just don't like that you're not okay," she says as I hum.

"I love you" she whispers so quietly, that it almost seems like she was afraid that her words will make me worse.

"I love you too" I whisper back as her arm wraps over my back, and squeezes me.

"You know I'm not going to sleep, right?" She asks and I hum again.

"You know that I'm not going to stop breathing, randomly in my sleep?" I ask, and she just sighs.

"In my brain, I know that, but my heart and gut say otherwise" Hermione whispers as her lips reach up and kiss my neck, before going back to their original position.

"Thank you for caring," I say as my hand reaches down and rubs her back slowly.

"I'll always take care of you, my love," she says and I chuckle as I trace shapes softly on her back.

"Even if you are Minister of Magic?" I ask and a soft laugh comes from her lips.

"Do you think I'm just going to stop loving you if I ever get that position?" She asks and I laugh as well.

"Well I don't know, maybe you'll get it on with your secretary," I say and she snorts as her body vibrates against mine.

She laughs out a little and I could feel her smile form against me as she nuzzles her face against my back.

"Thank you for the laugh," she says and I hum.

"Will you promise to sleep?" I ask as my head pounds from the laughter.

"I'll try" she mumbles.

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No one's P.O.V:

She didn't.

Instead, Hermione counted how many breaths Y/n took and how many seconds were in between each one.

5,873 breaths (give or take some missed)

6-7 seconds in between.

Why did Hermione do this?

Who knows, all she knew is that it made her feel better.

Even though her girlfriend was just sick with a simple cold, it still calmed her to know Y/n was still breathing.

I guess it's just a common thing to do though, right?

When you love someone, you can't help but worry when they're sick.

People even go as far as watching, or hearing, to make sure the person they love is still breathing.

Hermione has done this multiple times also.

Her parents.

Harry and Ron.

Hell, even Crookshanks at one point.

But, she's NEVER stayed up and counted breaths.

Then again...

This is her girlfriend.

Her other half.

Her soulmate.

...

Even years later, still at each other's side, after fighting every kind of cold imaginable.

Hermione still counted breaths.

And Y/n still told her to go to bed and stop putting her death into the universe.

Hermione would just laugh and go about her night, taking care of her lover the best she could.

Y/n eventually caught on to her counting habits, and would just stay up with her.

As you can imagine, this didn't help with the cold.

And sleeping during the day, when Hermione was at work, freaked her out more than Y/n imagined it would.

So, Y/n didn't stay up again.

Instead, she let her wife take care of her the way she always had.

With nothing but love and care.

And a little bit of anxiety.

Even after all those years, Hermione loved her more than anything.

And Y/n couldn't help but smile when a cough or sniffle came from her body.

It meant that her wife would show her so much care, even though she was never awake to witness it.

[tomatoluvr69]

Trump. Guillotine. Biden. Guillotine. Kamala Harris. Guillotine but first she gets greenlit with the equivalent of 1,000 acid tabs and gets strapped to a chair and forced to watch Paw Patrol for 7 days. Refused sleep and water. Bernie Sanders. Name legally changed and placed in a medium nice retirement village in upstate New Hampshire but given occasional lice. RFK Jr. Forced to do 10,000 hours of non-public facing community service for women’s domestic violence charities and trans womens’ organizations. Then taken out back with 15 minutes left on his last shift and shot execution style. Ron DeSantis. Classic biblical crucifixion but forced to watch a year long curriculum called Pronouns and Praxis become mandated for all Florida seventh graders as he hangs. Presidency dissolved. Bird flu released as a chemtrail above all major metropolitan areas. All government subsidized dairy turned into unsweetened kefir. All government subsidized corn turned into delicious tortilla chips. All government subsidized soy forcefed to every Republican male between the ages of 13 and 99 over a period of six months. They are allowed nothing else. Not even water. Refused medical help. National anthem abolished. Domesticated dogs abolished. Plastic abolished. Swimming pools and childcare free. Transit mandatory. Caregiving parent roles paid. Southern and northern borders opened forever. Mr Beast given forcible amnesia. And Hillary Rodham Clinton and Andrew Tate put in a sealed bunker together until they die of starvation.

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 49 - Two April Fools

Start here:

Summary: The twins celebrate their birthday.

Warnings: a couple mentions of sex

~•~

Two cakes for two brothers. Orange and chocolate for Fred and strawberry for George. Y/N insisted on baking George's herself, causing a minor fuss with Molly, who considered it her motherly duty to bake all her children's birthday cakes.

In the end, they compromised by using fresh strawberries from Molly's garden, which Y/N planned on using in the first place and baking it at the Burrow under Molly's close supervision.

"You know, you could've just made me one at home and not told mum. Then I'd have two cakes," George whispered to her as they relaxed on the sofa after cake and presents.

"Oh," Y/N's eyes went wide for a moment. "I didn't think of that." Then she shrugged. "Well, it's the first time I've been able to properly help you celebrate. If you remember correctly, our first year together, you were down with the flu. And, the second year, I was in the States. It was important to me to do this for you."

George's eyes softened at that, and he pulled her closer.

"And besides," Y/N continued, settling into his warmth. "Molly's gonna have to pass the torch at some point."

"Hey, it's your head on the chopping block, not mine," her husband shrugged and chuckled.

"Oh gee, thanks, dear. Your support is overwhelming," she said with mock sarcasm and playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hey now, no need to get violent!" George joked, tickling her and making her squeal much louder than either of them expected.

"What's going on in there?" Molly's voice bellowed from the kitchen.

"Y/N's giving George a special birthday gift," Ginny hollered back, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"WHAT?" Molly thundered around the corner.

Arthur, who'd dozed off in his chair, snapped awake, looking around in confusion.

George and Y/N froze and stared at Ginny before pulling her into their melee.

Fred burst out laughing. "Bravo, Ginny, bravo!" He exclaimed with pride.

Hermione's face turned a bright red, and pointedly turned away to hide her embarrased giggle.

And, Ron nearly choked on his second slice of cake, prompting Harry to slap him hard on the back several times.

~•~

"Ah damn, wish I could've been there. Sounds like our little sister isn't so little anymore," Bill laughed, taking a swig of whiskey. "Shame Fleur couldn't make it either. I'm sure she would've gotten a good laugh out of it, too."

Ginny beamed and Y/N smiled at her sister-in-law's happy expression. She was glad that Ginny had finally accepted Fleur into the family. It'd irked Y/N that both Ginny and Molly had spent the past couple of months treating Fleur like a pariah. Y/N knew exactly what that was like, having once been on the receiving end of Molly's discontent, but at least she'd had Ginny on her side.

Poor Fleur didn't even have that. Y/N did her best to make the french girl feel welcome when Bill brought her around, but it had been hard with both of the Weasley women punching down on her.

"...well, we're happy you got to come to the after-party," her husband spoke, pulling Y/N from her thoughts.

"Me too," Bill raised his glass. "And it's a lovely evening for it."

After the official birthday party, all the siblings headed over to George and Fred's apartment, where they all relaxed on the rooftop, enjoying the warm night with bottles of firewhiskey and butterbeer.

"I love this seating area you put up here," Hermione said, sinking into the pillowy sofa. "So comfy and cozy. You must spend a lot of time up here."

"Used to," George said. "Not so much anymore, what with the cold winter winds and now Deatheaters flying about all over the damn place."

"But this is a special occasion," Fred said cheerfully. "And we put some extra wards up earlier to make it safer, including one that will render us invisible temporarily," he added, hoping to ease the sudden worried expression on Harry's face.

"For how long?" Harry asked.

"Couple hours," George answered. "Don't worry, mate, we're keeping an eye on the clock."

"Yeah, Harry," Ron patted his best friend on the shoulder. "Fred and George won't let anything happen to you. Hell, they won't even prank you - "

"Oh! That reminds me!" Fred interrupted, jumping up. "It's almost time for the grand finale."

"Grand finale?" A confused look passed across Y/N's face, eyes darting from one twin to the other.

"We were up to more than just warding the place while you baking with mum this morning," George winked.

Y/N's expression shifted from confusion to apprehension. "What did you do?" She asked slowly.

"Oh, nothing much," Fred shrugged. "It's just that we were a bit disappointed that we couldn't prank Filch this year. So we decided to do the next best thing. Prank a few Deatheaters!"

"WHAT?" Ginny stared at Fred.

"Hey, you sound just like mum did earlier today!" Fred teased.

Ginny stood and pointed her finger at her brother. "Don't try to change the subject!" She said, stepping toward him.

Y/N continued to glare from her husband to her brother-in-law. "Spill it, you two."

George moved to stand beside Fred, both of them grinning like fools. "Well, you see, Freddie got this last minute idea," he began. "So, we gathered up all the muggle fireworks we had in stock."

"And then disguised ourselves as Deatheaters," Fred continued. "It wasn't hard. We just mussed up our hair and made ourselves look like we haven't bathed in a year."

George grinned and nodded. "And we charmed the fireworks to go off..." the younger twin paused to check the time. "In about ten minutes. Then we snuck down to Knockturn Alley and tossed 'em around in random places."

"YOU WHAT??" Six voices shouted in perfect synchronization.

The two pranksters' eyes widened in surprise for the briefest of moments before their grins returned even bigger than before.

"C'mon, we can see the action best from over here," Fred waved them over to the right side of the roof.

George hung back and wrapped his arm around Y/N, who was still giving him the stink eye.

"I can’t believe you did that," she hissed. "After all that talk about me walking alone at night when I got back, and then you go and do this. This was like ten times more dangerous."

"But I wasn't alone. I had Fred," he explained.

"Yes, but you went into their territory," Y/N pointed out. "That was just asking for it."

"Nothing bad happened, love," he pled.

"But it could have," his wife countered, looking away. "You could've been captured or killed," she added with a trembling voice.

George stopped and stepped in front of her. "We were really careful. No one saw what we were doing or recognized us. We took every precaution." He lifted her chin with his fingers, meeting her gaze eye-to-eye. "And it won't happen again. Promise. It was only for our birthday."

Y/N looked at him for a long moment. "Good," she said finally. "Because you're really damn close to not getting laid tonight." Then she stepped around him quickly, hoping he didn't notice the smirk playing on her lips.

"Hey! Now wait minute, baby!" George hurried after her. "That's not fair!"

~•~

Y/N couldn't help the giggles that overtook her, watching panicked Deatheaters running around, aiming their wands in every direction, trying to stop the never-ending barrage of firecrackers. If it had it been anyone else, Y/N would've been deeply concerned for their welfare and very upset with George and Fred. But these were Deatheaters. They kidnapped, tortured, and killed people for fun. And they had a bounty on one of her dearest friend's head.

Of all the things the twins could've done to them, she figured they'd got off pretty light.

"Well, that was quite the explosive ending to a great day," Ron said as they descended the stairs to the apartment.

Harry nodded. "I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard."

"Glad you enjoyed it, mate," Fred clapped him on the back. "You deserve a good laugh."

"We all do," Hermione chimed in, a sly grin spread across her face.

"Hey, you know you did good when Hermione's praising you," Ginny joked, slipping beside Harry. Fred cocked an eyebrow at the move but said nothing.

"When are you all headed back to Hogwarts," Bill asked, addressing the younger crowd.

"Tonight," Ron sighed. "Gotta be back for classes in the morning. You know how it - "

Ron's voice faded into the distance as George once again pulled Y/N away.

"I know you enjoyed it," he said, grinning. "You were giggling like crazy."

"I did enjoy it," she responded, keeping her gaze straight ahead.

"So..." George probed. "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

"Of course you're forgiven," she replied, still not looking at him.

"Cool. Cool," he said, nodding. "And does that mean - "

"I'll consider it," Y/N teased, turning to look at him with a wide smirk.

George's mouth fell open. "But I'm the birthday boy..."

"Indeed you are," she kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, my love." Then, without another word, she turned and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group, leaving her poor, confused husband in the dust.

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[episodeoftv]

Round 1 of 8, Group 1 of 8

propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)

Kamen Rider Kuuga: 1.35 Emotion

tw graphic violence and blood, stalking, child murder https://kamenrider.fandom.com/wiki/Emotion has a tw at the top of the page as well, as much as i loathe fandom

Unidentified Lifeform #42, porcupine-type monster Go-Jaraji-Da, is given the rule to kill Midorikawa Academy's second year boy students and repeatedly murders.

This person said it best here, and someone else in the notes of that post counted that Godai only missed two (2) punches out of over twenty (20). He is nowhere in the vicinity of fucking around because this is an especially cruel Grongi that stalks and murders children. Godai is frustrated he couldn't save the kids and doesn't even give this Grongi the chance to fight back. This is one of the times when we see him fight with the power of hate. This is the point where Godai knows, deep in his heart, that this is one tragedy he can't smile in spite of. And it's killing him. (Most of that description comes from that post anyway)

Parks and Recreation: 3.02 Flu Season

Leslie gets the flu right before an important fund-raising pitch for the Harvest Festival, Chris tries frantically to avoid catching the bug, and Ron hires Andy to replace April while she is out.

[darkmaga-retard]

Scientists are sounding the alarm after laboratory testing found that Covid mRNA vaccines “accelerate cancer” in all those who received the shots.

Lioness of Judah Ministry

Sep 19, 2024

By Hunter Fielding September 18, 2024

Scientists are sounding the alarm after laboratory testing found that Covid mRNA vaccines “accelerate cancer” in all those who received the shots.

Back in February, U.S. Republican Senator Ron Johnson from Wisconsin held a roundtable discussion titled ‘Federal Health Agencies and the COVID Cartel: What Are They Hiding?’.

In attendance at that forum was an internal medicine specialist and medical doctor named Sabine Hazan, who conducts and supervises clinical trials for cutting-edge medical research, including that based on gastroenterology.

Dr. Hazan investigates Big Pharma companies for corruption, a very daring and courageous effort to help the world realize how much fraud and insidious planning Western Medicine engages in, especially the Vaccine Industrial Complex.

The key component that makes up 90% of our biological seat of immunity for fighting diseases is KILLED OFF by spike proteins from mRNA jabs that travel to the gut. Anyone who got Covid vaccinated could be catapulting cancer, IBS, autism, dementia, and catching Covid or the next pandemic of Bird Flu, Monkeypox, or whatever other gain-of-function lab-made virus Big Pharma releases into the wild.

Gastroenterologist Dr. Sabine Hazan tested the microbiomes of doctors who volunteered to be tested BEFORE and AFTER getting Covid vaccinated with spike protein prion-creating mRNA jabs and discovered that their most important gut bacteria were wiped out within 30 days to almost non-existent.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 14: Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Xiumin (flu)

Caregiver(s): EXO

Word Count: 1,916

Notes: Just me self-indulgently whumping my ult bias, no big deal

Minseok woke up to a cool, gentle hand pressed against his cheek. He peeled his eyes open to find Junmyeon kneeling next to him.

“Hey, hyung.” The hand moved to his hair. Minseok hummed, acknowledging his friend, before his eyes closed again. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad.” His voice felt like it was coming from somewhere else. It was too quiet, too hoarse and feeble to be his own. 

Junmyeon hummed at that, his hand scratching softly against Minseok’s cheek. “I know, love. But we’re here now. We’ve got you.” He gently pulled the comforter back, much to Minseok’s dismay, a small moan of distress escaping his throat. The leader frowned in sympathy, moving as fast as possible without jostling the older man too much, completely stripping the covers from his body. “I know, it’s cold out here, but we gotta get you out of this bed. Come on, we’ve got a bath ready for you.” Minseok squinted up at him, lips parting once, twice, as if he wanted to ask a question. But that question kept winking in and our of his brain. Junmyeon, ever patient, at least with his Minseokie-hyung, smiling encouragingly. “Everyone’s here, love. We’re here for you. Let us help.” He held out both hands, and Minseok accepted them. Once on his feet, despite his knees quaking like jello, Minseok seemed the slightest bit more coherent, leaning only slightly against Junmyeon as the leader led him towards the bathroom. 

Chanyeol was waiting inside, bathtub already filled with water that was gently steaming. Minseok nodded, as if having a conversation with himself, as he slowly attempted to slip his shirt off. His arms were shaking too much, and after three attempts of letting him try on his own, Junmyeon stepped in, swiftly but tenderly undoing the buttons on his pajama top and pulling it off. The leader made eye contact, waiting for a nod from Minseok before helping him slip out of his pants and guiding him towards the tub. 

Once in the tub, the warm water enveloping his aching body, Minseok’s eyes slipped closed again. Another small sound escaped him, this one of contentment, as Chanyeol’s fingers began to work through his hair. 

The rapper chuckled, the noise deep and comforting. “You sound like Tobin,” he joked. Minseok smiled at that. “I have better behavior, though.” His voice still sounded so alien to his ears. 

Chanyeol laughed again, comforted by his hyung’s joke. “There’s no doubt about that.” Minseok smirked to himself, his body melting under the rapper’s strong, careful hands. As the aching tension left his muscles, his mind began to wander down paths he couldn’t even begin to follow if he wanted to. 

Minseok was snapped back to reality when he heard the bathroom door open, footsteps crossing the tiles towards them. He knew a hand dipped into the water by the small splash and the feeling of the ripples against his ribs. That hand reached for his below the water, fingers interlacing together as said hand was brought to rest on the lip of the tub. Minseok relaxed instantly. Jongdae. 

“How is he?” the vocalist whispered. Minseok considered telling him that he could hear just fine and could answer for himself. But that thought was quickly muddled in the haze of warmth created by the fever and the bath. 

“He cracked a joke earlier, so that’s gotta count for something,” Chanyeol relayed. “But his skin’s on fire still.” His fingers were still working through Minseok’s hair, and the elder knew they had to be close to done. Either that or his sense of time was totally fucked. 

“What happened when you and Baekhyun got here earlier?” 

“He was already back in bed when we showed up. When Baek went looking for the thermometer, he found a post-it note next to the Nyquil with a time on it, so at least we knew he was medicated and not concussed. The cats were not pleased with us, though. Ron kept following his around, and Tan’s tail was doing that fast back and forth thing. I think they’re really worried about him.”

Jongdae hummed, his thumb rubbing back and forth across Minseok’s knuckles. “Damn, hyung. Even got your cats’ all wound up. You don’t do anything by halves, do you?” Minseok shook his head, and he heard both Jongdae and Chanyeol chuckle softly. 

Minseok wasn’t sure how he got out of the bath, mind once again lost on a hazy adventure, but it must’ve gone incredibly smooth given that Chanyeol and Jongdae were still having a completely normal conversation when he tuned back into the present, wrapped in a towel with clothes held in front of his face. 

“You want help getting dressed?” Chanyeol asked gently. Minseok nodded. His limbs felt a little less shaky now, but he knew better than to fully trust them right now. He was, however, much more successful at getting dressed on his own than he had been disrobing earlier. 

The clothes now on his body, though, were setting off alarm bells in his brain. 

“These aren’t mine,” Minseok mumbled, pulling at the hem of the t-shirt. 

“Yes they are. Your old ones are in the laundry, or at least they will be soon. I don’t know how productive the guys were since we’ve been with you,” Jongdae replied, smoothing his hands over Minseok’s arms. 

“But…” He pulled at the hem of the shirt again. “This is just a t-shirt.” 

“Is there a problem with that?” Jongdae was trying very hard not to laugh. Minseok shrugged. Jongdae looked to Chanyeol for an assist. 

“Would it change your mind if I told you I brought you one of my hoodies?” the taller man asked. Minseok’s eyes widened a bit as he nodded with more energy then they’d seen out of him yet. “Okay, be right back. It’s the light blue, hyung, your favorite.” Jongdae continued to rub his hands up and down Minseok’s arms as they waited. 

“How are you feeling?”

Minseok shrugged again, still playing with the hem of his shirt. “Weird. Everything feels… cloudy.” Jongdae frowned sympathetically, one hand carding through the older man’s bangs. 

Chanyeol barreled into the doorway, holding up the hoodie triumphantly. Minseok gasped excitedly, taking the soft material in his hands. Without asking, or being asked, Jongdae helped him slip the hoodie over his head. Chanyeol smiled, watching his hyung practically melt with joy at the comfort of the sweater. He held out a hand, and Minseok took it without hesitation, letting himself be led wherever Chanyeol had in mind. 

Which was back into his bedroom. Where the bed had been entirely stripped down to the mattress. Minseok blinked.

Jongin appeared at his side (how did he move so fast?) “Hyung, don’t panic! We’re washing your sheets for you!” The dancer’s grip on Minseok’s arm grounded him back to reality. 

"We couldn’t find your extra sheets, though,” Sehun admitted. “So we figured we could move you to the couch for a bit, until the laundry’s done. Or the guest room…”

“No, couch, cause he has to eat, and Minseokie-hyung doesn’t like it when we eat in bed, so I doubt he’d do it himself,” Jongin interrupted, shooting a look at Sehun. The younger man held up his arms in surrender. 

Minseok did not fully remember how he got from his bedroom to the living room. He did not remember Chanyeol catching him when his knees giving out halfway there, nor how Sehun had swooped to his other side and helped carry him to the couch. He did not remember Baekhyun hugging him before the others could stop him, the vocalist refusing to leave until Minseok was settled on the couch and wrapped under Baekhyun’s own favorite blanket. He did not remember Jongdae slipping in behind him on the couch, nor Jongin slipping him one of his favorite stuffed bears.

In fact, the next thing he was fully aware of was sitting on his couch, snuggled safe in Jongdae’s arms, buried in Chanyeol’s hoodie and Baekhyun’s blanket, Jongin’s plushie tucked next to him, Kyungsoo busy in his kitchen, the house kept in order by Junmyeon and Sehun. At the sudden realization of his members’ love physically engulfing him, Minseok felt a radiant sense of warmth that made his chest ache in a way that quieted the pains of the flu. 

“Why?” he asked quietly, almost to himself. 

“Why what, love?” Jongdae, the only one close enough to hear, threaded his fingers through Minseok’s hair, smoothing from his forehead to behind his ears. 

“Why are you all doing this?” 

Jongdae chuckled softly. “Because we love you, dummy.”

“Seriously. You take care of us all the time.” Minseok started at Junmyeon’s voice, unaware that the room had gone silent and all eyes were now turned to him. “Why wouldn’t we return the favor?”

“And your clean freak immune system is usually too strong for us to return the favor, so we have to jump on any opportunity we get,” Chanyeol added. 

“Yeah, you scared us pretty good, too, hyung,” Baekhyun added with a slight shake of his head. “Do you remember Yeollie calling you? After rehearsal?” It was Minseok’s turn to shake his head. “When the rest of us went to practice straight from the airport, and the managers brought you straight here, Chanyeol and I called to check on you during our lunch break. You passed out on us. Like, went from vertical to horizontal passed out.” 

Minseok’s brow furrowed at that. “I… what?”

“Not the time for creative word play, hyung.” Kyungsoo nudged Baekhyun’s shoulder. “You fainted, Minseokie-hyung. And these two heard it happen. So we all raced over here.” 

“Oh.” He did not remember that. He felt that he should at least remember waking up on the floor. How long ago had… Maybe it didn’t matter anymore. “I’m so sorry…”

“Please don’t apologize, hyung. Do you know how many times you’ve literally scraped me off the floor?” Jongin interrupted. 

“Or sat up with me in the bathroom after I drank too much?” Chanyeol added. 

“Or stripped our beds and forced us into the shower when we were sweaty and gross?” Kyungsoo listed. 

“Or remembered to bring the exact medicines any of us need before we’ve even told you we aren’t feeling well?”Junmyeon smiled. 

“Or…”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jongdae cut Sehun off when he noticed Minseok’s eyes fill with tears before he covered them with his hands. The younger vocalist’s hands rubbed at his shoulders. “Hey, hey now. No tears. You’re already dehydrated.” 

Minseok’s hands fell to his sides. “Then stop being so nice to me and making me cry.”

“Okay, heard loud and clear. Everyone go back to being mean,” Junmyeon announced, hands on his hips. That earned as many chuckles as it did eye rolls. 

“Thank you.” Minseok’s voice was still foreign to his own ears, still weak and raspy, but it spoke volumes to the people around him. “All of you.” 

“Can I hug him now?” Baekhyun asked. 

“Not if I get there first!” Jongin moved fast as lightening, toppling on top of Minseok and Jongdae. Baekhyun latched on before they’d evened out from Jongin, and Chanyeol joined on top of that, despite Kyungsoo and Junmyeon both calling that they weren’t being careful at all. Even though the crush of his members piled on top of him definitely hurt his ailing body, Minseok had never felt safer, more loved, in his entire life.

[dracoandthehounds]

For the fic ask -- either question 11 or 12 for hounds of love? Or you can choose any fic from the series if you're inclined to answer :D

Oooooh okay!!!

11. What do you like best about this fic?

I'd say... My favorite part of this fic/series is getting a chance to develop out complex characters that didn't get as much attention in the canon. Like developing Draco's motivations so he's less of like a Heel character. Or the plans I have for Pansy specifically feel really exciting. And, of course, Nell :) It means so much to me that people like her!!! Because she's entered a world of characters that people have known forever and cared about forever so it means a lot to me that people are liking her too :)))

And more specifically...... there are a handful of scenes coming up at the start of the next installment that I am very excited for. My hint is that these scenes will take place before Harry gets attacked by the dementors, and then after his move to the order headquarters but before his trial :)

12. What do you like least about this fic?

The fact that it won't write itself hahahaha lmao.

I'd say...... I like the least when I have to stick to certain canon moments in order for the plot to develop how I want it to. So, like, I wish I could find a way to exonerate Sirius in the books because I feel like his reintroduction to the wizarding world and how that sort of shakes things up could be sooooooo good but if I did that, then Harry wouldn't be at Privet Drive pre-OOTP, which would throw off the dementor & expulsion plot-lines which are really important to the story and things I *do* want to incorporate.

Oh and the other thing I like least is having to fix a lot of Rowling's plot-holes lol. Like... having characters be smart and come up with intelligent responses to their problems is something that is really important to me as a writer, so sometimes I come across things in the canon that just make no sense lol. (like, for example, in the second book--- why weren't the petrified students sent to St. Mungo's, and why couldn't Hogwarts idk order out for some Mandrakes??? Like why are they dependent on the mandrakes that the *second-year students* are growing??????

So I made up some casual mention by Ron about a wizarding flu that used up all the mandrakes in the series lol.

Like these things are probably things that don't matter to readers since it's just part of canon but I like... cannot move past them lol. It makes it hard to write if I feel like there's an inconsistency, especially since I'm writing in Nell's story to include stuff like Death Eaters and the Unforgiveable Curses since the first book, which don't actually appear until the fourth book in the original canon. So it's a lot to sort of keep up with in my head and to be prepared to have a logical explanation for certain things.

like.... here are some things that I have/will need to adjust bc their explanation doesn't really work in canon or i hate the way Rowling did it bc it was bigoted or stupid lmao:

why the trio didn't have food during the horcrux hunt

why harry can't move out of privet drive

the seven potters plan (okay this one just never made sense to me like i really feel like it could be fixed so much.......... but i have come up with a fix for it that i'm extremely excited about lmao. it's made my annoyance at this plot point go away.)

prev. mentioned mandrake issue

the time-turners

the goblet of fire (why can't harry just not try hard at the tasks....)

the house-elves

werewolves

giants

centaurs

veela

transfiguration of (for example) rats into goblets? / transfiguration in general.

whyyyyyyyyy tf they brought the literal most aggressive breed of dragon to be used in the first task????

the animagus ritual / why more characters don't do it

love potions (ughghhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghhhh)

how harmful the memory-wiping charm is in actuality

fixing characters who are one-note ways for Rowling to hate on groups of people.... (i.e. the Dursleys are bad, and a large part of that is bc Vernon and Dudley are really fat????? wtf???) (or like.... Lockhart and Karkaroff are feminine men.... SURPRISE they're evil and creepy!!!! or Lavender Brown likes girly things.... she sucks. the best girls are Hermione and Ginny bc they are Not Like Other Girls. And Lupin who is a werewolf [as a metaphor for AIDS - explicitly stated by JKR] is 100% straight and now married to a woman nearly twenty years younger than him.... like Jo. You used the historically-used method for gay coding trope of lycanthropy and then got mad when people read it as gay...... so you hetero'd him off into a weird shoved together marriage???) sorry that's just my JKR rant lmao.

I hope these answers were interesting!!!!!! Thank you for sending in the ask <3

[abeinginsand]

Scary has four memories involving her stepdad's old mirror. Out of the four, she's only looked at her reflection once.

Parts: Prologue (Ron & TJ), Memory 1, Memory 2 (here), Memory 3, Memory 4 Warning: Mentions of parent shouting at child, no specific dialogue but implication of verbal abuse is there...its Scary thinking about her bio dad for one paragraph. --- There's a flu going around at school and, unfortunately for certain punk soccer players, its gotten to several of her fellow teammates as well. And eventually, when she'd gotten comfy in her wellness while others may have fallen, Scary is down with the sickness (not the cool kind) too.

She's stuck in bed for the week after having to go home early on Wednesday. And of course, she will be missing the game on Saturday per stupid doctor's orders! Its the kinda thing she'd want to scream about in the shower or into her pillow. If only anything above a whisper didn't make her feel like she was swallowing rocks. Its Thursday morning now and she's only felt worse so far. Feels like the week is lasting forever too. Scary sleeps much of Thursday away, feeling too warm, too cold, and not wanting to even smell a tiny bit of food. She vaguely hears her parents--her mom and Terry coming in and out of her room to check on her. Her mom's calling her pumpkin like she used to when she was younger. Wear a pumpkin costume one time as a toddler and your mom never forgets it! Its...really cool to get more time with her though. Like they used to before her firm got more business.

They spend Friday morning huddled up together on the bed and watching Nightmare Before Christmas for the fifteenth time. Terry spends a lot of time handling the meals that day and going out to get medicine too. Scary only ate a little of each meal, but it was surprisingly nice. And speaking of Terry, she swears he's murmuring a different nickname every time he comes by each day...whether its to get her more water or to check her temperature. Or if its the middle of the night and mom's gone to bed and he holds her hand while she coughs so hard her whole body shakes and keeps holding on even when the girl's sure she's been squeezing back way too hard. She wants to ask him why again, why he's so happy to talk to her, why he keeps coming back even when she gets snot all over his sleeves--- All of those questions are too heavy to speak out loud. She chooses to ask something else when she catches her breath: "Why do you keep calling me all those mushy names?" He laughs a little and tucks her gently back into bed while simply saying that his mom often did that for him. She falls asleep before she can ask about his dad and the last thing she hears is "goodnight, babygirl" while feeling a hand softly brushing through her hair.

Scary wakes up to the dim moonlight shining into her bedroom. The remnants of a weird dream leaving her frustrated. The whole team lost because the other team made the soccer ball ten feet tall. They kept chasing them all around with it. She knows it was a dream but it feels like she still spent thirty minutes running somehow! The girl stares at the ceiling angrily and takes a few deep breaths, plays with the stray threads at the edges of her blanket. Terry had offered to repair the blanket some weeks ago, but she refused. Its a good thing too, these threads were her lifelines right now. Besides, like her metal ripped jeans, these threads gave her blanket just the right flair, okay? And, there was no need to have him waste time on her stuff anyway! He and her mom had their own work stuff to handle too. Its why she told her mom not to worry about taking any more days off to watch over her too. (She'd overheard her mom's boss on the phone yesterday.)

A cough and sneezing fit interrupts her thoughts and she squeezes the blanket tightly for a moment. The girl looks off to the side to see what time her black alarm clock says and a haunting 2:00 am looks back at her. She grimaces, sits up and wipes sweat off her forehead. Her throat doesn't hurt anymore and thirstiness has replaced the scratchiness. The girl decides to refill her glass on her nightstand and very carefully walks out her room. When she's heading back from the kitchen, she hears whispering at the end of the hall. Her room is back the other way, but she doesn't want to go back yet. Instead, she slowly creeps down toward the stream of light coming out the storage room.

Scary peaks into the slightly open door and sees her step-dad sitting in front that antique mirror. The engraved phrase 'Stud' glimmers in the light. The murmuring stops and sniffles replace them until she watches her step-dad get up. He turns around and she takes a step back, spitting out a startled, "Wha-what are you doing up so late?" Terry's red rimmed eyes crinkle some as he smiles. He doesn't seem to have his dorky glasses on and is dressed in a long, old-timey striped sleeping gown. "Shouldn't I be asking you that, hun? Are you feeling okay?" She wonders for a moment if her dad had any nicknames for her. Wonders if he would have held her hand or humored her late night questions like this? A little part of herself curls up tightly as she remembers that she got carsick once and he'd slammed the car-door really hard, running off into the nearest gas station to get wipes. Her mom looked mad and worried. They went home in a taxi that day and dad smiled at dinner like nothing happened at all. She'd guessed that's just how dads were meant to be. Smiling at certain times, shouting like a raging thunderstorm other times.

Terry repeats his question in the present and Scary says a "Yeah, I just...yeah, I'm okay. I'm fine. I'm okay." He doesn't question her, only nods with that now more familiar look of concern.

Scary feels the burning urge to ask him more questions again. Except when she tries, he tries to say something too. It all comes out as a jumble of both their words. Both stop, awkwardly looking at each other like two puzzles pieces that don't quite fit together. Terry rubs the back of his neck and pulls out another chair. He offers it to her and puts a nice opaque protective cover over the mirror. Scary looks at the cover, to him, and then sits down. Takes a few little breathes and sips her water. After a few minutes, Terry speaks up again without interruption: "You asked what I was doing before. I was..." He trails off with a small frown and sits down in his chair next to her. The man looks off to the nearest wall and continues speaking. "The mirror was a gift from my step-dad, and I had this dream about him tonight." Terry stops again, brushing some of his dreadlocks out of his face with a sad smile. "A really tough dream and I thought if I came to the mirror maybe..." Scary holds her cup in both hands as she listens. She thinks it sucks that bad dreams are a thing for both teens and adults. The soccer game mega fail dream comes back to her mind again. "...Maybe you'd be less upset about losing?" And she's talking about the game her mind made up to make up for the one she couldn't go to. However, it seems what she said gets to her step-dad anyway. His eyes that are now looking at her again, are wet and vulnerable as he nods. Scary has seen him cry before, over sad commercials or movies or those compilations he's always watching. Yet these tears seem strangely different, something's so raw and lost about them. The urge to put out two fingers and poke his teary eyes comes up suddenly. Her mom says that she has those weird thoughts sometimes too and to not judge herself for having them. She's not sure how to not judge herself yet, but she is getting better at ignoring them or changing them slightly.

Instead of poking him with one hand, she places her cup down on a nearby box and hesitantly offers him her hand. Like how he'd offered his hand to her when she was feeling miserable (and scared, and gross, and--). The self-labeled tough girl adds a soft, "You can't tell Mom about this okay?" as she does it. Terry takes her hand and sniffles again, rubs his eyes and mutters some apology. In the next few minutes, he very quietly explains that yes, he's lost someone very important. And sometimes when you lose someone you look for them in all the familiar places and items they used to hang around. That sometimes doing that can be enough, and on the days when its not enough...in the words of his step-dad: It really fucking sucks.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

A Lil fluff while I recover all the answers I left around (yeah, thanks tumblr for not showing all the comments ugh)

Ron can sing, that's known... but how did they react the first time? I mean, sure Tommy knew early on, but then heard him sing with Goose and he's like oh shit... but Chris?he'll, even Dave or Lucas... baby daggers, besides Jake who knew since week one...

Ron only sings when he’s comfortable with people. His dad told him it was a ‘bitch thing to do’ so he really stopped singing for a long time. His grandmother always sang with him though. (Ah tumblr being evil again. It did that to me last week.)

Chris wakes up slow. He’s warm. He buries his face harder into Tom’s chest. Shoved the cat tail out of his face. Can’t figure out why he’s awake. He tosses a leg behind himself, it hits the bed. Ah, that’s why he’s awake. No Ron.

He sits up. The door is open and he smells food. Chris presses a kiss to Tom’s shoulder and slips out of bed. The two monsters they call cats meow at him. He shushes them. Chris grabs a pair of sweatpants that definitely aren’t his. He rolls the band so they’ll actually fit.

He hears singing. Weird. He quietly makes his way to the end of the hall. Shit that’s definitely Ron singing.

Chris could cry it sounds so nice. He’s heard Ron sing casually in the shower but never this. This is him singing to Johnny Cash. Chris slides down the hallway, he makes it to the kitchen and just leans and watches for a while.

Ron’s back has some serious hickeys on it. He matches the tone of the song and flips whatever is in the pan. Chris can’t stop smiling. “Damn baby. Didn’t know I’m dating a rockstar.”

Ron jumps a bit. He accidentally throws one of the pancakes, Chris gasps as it flies off the spatula and hits the floor.

They stare at each other for a second, Chris looses it. He’s gigging more then he thought was possible for this early of a morning. (It’s 8am but it is a Saturday.) Ron walks around the mess and bends to kiss Chris. His hands loop around his waist, “thought you knew.”

Chris shakes his head, “nope but it’s hot as hell.” Ron laughs. He squeezes Chris’s hip. “You think everything I do is hot.” Chris shrugs. Ron’s not wrong. “Keep singing? I’m gonna wake Tommy up.”

Ron nods and passes Chris a coffee mug. They both know Tom is easier to wake up with coffee.

It’ll be a good morning.

————

Lucas was pissed. He has the flu Ron had last week, David has it and a sprained ankle. Fortunately Ron feels guilty enough he decided to make them dinner tonight.

Lucas thinks he’s imagining the singing when he hears it. It’s definitely not David’s low rumble. He sits up from where he’s laying on the couch. He looks in the kitchen.

Shit it’s Ron.

Ron is singing while he’s washing the dishes.

David quietly sits behind Lucas on the couch. He presses a kiss to his neck and whispers “Is he singing?” Lucas can only nod. It’s mostly Christmas carols. Fitting for the time.

David makes a sound of joy. Lucas leans his weight back on him. His husband is warm. Lucas drifts off with David tapping along to Ron’s singing.

(Not seen) “How fucking long have you been able to sing??” - “Uh the entire time David why?” - “it’s incredible you fucker sing more often.” - “oh. Uh. Alright I will.”

—————

Jake watches as his dad leans on the piano that Goose is playing at. Jake grins, if what he thinks is about to happen is going to happen everyone is going to freak.

They start up great balls of fire. Bradley chokes on the beer he was drinking. Jake can only grin at him.

All the daggers have stopped playing pool. Penny told them stay as late as they wanted but clean up after. Chris and Tom elbow each other while watching their husband.

They’re proud. They’re allowed to be. Carol laughs from where she’s sitting with them.

Ron and Nick’s voices combined are incredible. Jake catches Phoenix filming it. Coyote grins over at Jake. He knows Ron can sing. Found out when they were 16 and stupid.

Their dads wrap up the song with a final bang on the piano. There’s silence for a moment before everyone starts clapping.

Ron flushes. He’s not used to singing for so many people. He gives a small bow and claps Nick on the back. He heads back to where Tom and Chris are. He passes by Jake on the way and kisses his head. “Good one papa.” Jake gets a gentle push to his arm. He grins at his pa as he goes by.

Carol kisses Ron’s cheek and stands from her spot to join Nick at the bench. Bradley leans into Jakes space. “This mean you can sing?” Jake laughs. “Sure but only in shower or mornings after when I’m cooking.”

Bradley nods, “guess I’ll need to see that for myself then.” Jake blinks at him. “Was that you asking if I wanted to hook up?” Bradley laughs. “No it was me asking if I could take you on a date.”

Tom elbows Ron from where they’re sitting, “think you have a fan club now.” The daggers are all looking like they want to ask him questions. Ron sighs. “Go ahead children.” They all start talking at once. God like giant toddlers.

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Hollywood couldn’t stop having the nightmares. He was in he main room on the couch when Ron comes in to get water. “Rick?”

Holly jolts. He didn’t realize he was as gone as he was. “Hey Sli.”

Ron sets the glass down. He walks over to the couch and sits. “Wanna talk about it?” Rick opens his mouth and closes it. “You get nightmares about Tom and Chris. I get them about Wolfe. Leo. I can’t lose him.”

Ron sighs. He gets it. “He know about the nightmares?” Holly shakes his head. Ron shifts so he’s laying down a bit more. “Come here.” Holly stares at him for a second before obeying, he trusts Ron.

Ron who suddenly starts quietly singing in polish.

Holly feels his eyes get heavy. He feels like he knows the song in English. He drifts off like that to the rocking of the boat and the song he swears he heard in English as a child.

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Wolf wanders out a half hour later. He woke up and Rick was gone. Panicked before he realized he was probably in the main room.

He hears singing. He slowly walks in to find Holly curled on the couch with Ron petting his head and singing. Leo is mindful enough to whisper his question. “What’s happening? You can sing?”

Ron stops and smiles at him. “You two should talk in the morning. Here take my spot. You two sleep better together. And yeah I can sing.”

Wolf can only nod. “You’ve got a great voice.” Ron stands and walks past him with a pat to the shoulder, “thanks Leo. You’ll be okay in the morning.”

Leo blinks after him. He goes over to Rick, he lifts him up enough that he can slide under him. Rick curls closer. Leonard thinks maybe they need to talk but it’ll be fine. He starts humming whatever Ron was humming a few minutes ago.

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Reminder - It looks as though H5N1, also known as "bird flu," might just be the next "pandemic" the globalists are planning to unleash – thanks, in part, to a $9.5 million grant the Gates Foundation awarded to the University of Wisconsin - Madison to make H5N1 transmissible to humans and other mammals.

The McCullough Foundation, a project of Dr. Peter McCullough, tweeted that the Gates Foundation gave the $9.5 million to UW-Madison and principal investigator Yoshihiro Kawaoka to modify, possibly through gain-of-function tampering, H5N1 so it will "preferentially recognize human-type receptors and transmit efficiently in mammals."

Much like bat coronaviruses, which we now know were modified in a lab to jump from bats to humans, H5N1 infects birds in its natural state. Building upon the research of Ron Fouchier, who previously modified H5N1 to become airborne transmissible in ferrets, UW-Madison and Kawaoka's research provides two additional mutations that are needed to make Egyptian H5N1 produce "variants" that have mammalian "transmissibility features."

"This indicates that the @gatesfoundation funded bioterrorist-like activities involving H5N1, providing blueprints for other bad actors who may want to create a bioweapon," tweeted the McCullough Foundation about these disturbing new revelations."

Bird Flu: Separating Fact from Fiction, Produced by the McCullough Foundation

-current strain is a product of GOF research

-expanded animal host range, but milder illness to poultry and humans

-stop mass veterinary PCR testing on farms

-halt culling, counterproductive, contains food supply

-no animal/human vaccination because unnecessary, unsafe, ineffective, will promote resistant strains

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English Major Rereads Harry Potter to See If It's "Actually Bad and I Just Have Nostalgia" As The Internet Says Pt 1: Chamber and Filch You Good?

What is going on with the frog brains.

Okay before I explode into thoughts: we GOTTA talk about the humour (I promise it's related). Because it is genuinely well-played. Some of the chapter endings are a little choppy and standard-kids book-like. But when Ron says that a teacher "would have to be really thick" and then the next chapter starts with Lockhart? Freaking hilarious. (Ron's wit is so much more hardcore than I remember. Guy takes NO prisoners and is the ACTUAL smart one, hot take).

But much of the humour is derived from nonsense. Not a bad thing, just how it is. Basically, the narrator will describe the world during jumps in time: what the characters have been up to and the locations the characters are in as well, as what non-main characters have been doing in order to give Hogwarts a more homey feel. Not always necessary but it works. And sometimes it comes back for the plot. Ex. Fred and George blowing up the salamander introduces the firecracker for Harry to use in Potions.

BUT this type of description hits- my goodness- it hits DIFFERENT as an adult because the humour which is literally just "weird description of something, move on" is just whack nonsense and leaves me with so many freaking questions. Like, "ha ha the ghosts are playing Head Hockey". As a kid, you're like "haha the ghosts are playing Head Hocket" and now I'm like "THE GHOSTS ARE PLAYING HEAD HOCKEY?? ELABORATE???" It's funny, it works, but DAMN is it weird.

And right now, I'm hung up on: Why tf is Filch cleaning up frog brains in the dungeon with the fking FLU?

Like, as a child, I just accepted this moment. That Filch is both sick and upset because a bunch of third years splattered frog brains on the dungeon ceiling and that is what is important to the plot. It's just Hogwarts being funny and quirky! The end! But NOW I'm like- like- I have SO SO many questions.

1) What the actual hell were those third years DOING? I'm assuming making potions since it was in the dungeon. So-

2) Why tf is SNAPE not doing anything about it? Man LIVES down there and doesn't he teach Potions to, like, literally EVERYONE? The book describes how there's a bunch of staff and students with colds (to set up how Ginny is looking "peaky" from being possessed, nice little foreshadowing), is he sick too?! But wouldn't he have Pepperup Potion? Why is SNAPE not fixing this?!

3) Was it a prank? Were these dumb kids just "guys being dudes" or something and blew up a bunch of frogs? Again, if so, how tf is Snape not on their cases? They're IN THE DUNGEONS.

4) Okay, new angle. Maybe they AREN'T in class and just studying downstairs. Explains how Nick and Filch knew they were third-years. I still need to know: Where is Snape.

5) So Snape is unavailable (current situation) or just not wanting to clean up (doesn't seem much like him, usually he'd make the students do it or just magic it away) and there's only Filch- who has the fucking FLU?! Where is HIS Pepperup Potion?! What happens if the man HURLS? You gonna make him clean that up too?!

This leads me to the next big question. Aside from how Filch's office apparently smells like fried fucking fish (i'm SORRY?! HOW WHY), I'm really starting to wonder...wtf is going on with Filch at ALL?

Narratively for the second book, he's important. He introduces the concept of squibs (a very complex and...strange thing that I shan't get into here), introduces Harry's really powerful ability to have empathy, adds another antagonistic adult party to the staff, and works as a background character to flesh out the environment. But STILL.

Why is this guy with no magic cleaning up magic nonsense?! Why was he hired at all?? What dirt does Dumbledore have on him? Is it just cuz Dumbledore feels bad for him? Oh, you feel bad, Dumbledore? Where's the man's Pepperup Potion?!

I don't think Filch's past being neglected is really a flaw. I think it works well with his character being this gross, mysterious, pathetic (in both sense of the word) man who is every kid's worst fear without the moral complexity (like Snape). As of right now in Chamber, he's an idea (Joker voice) while still being a character. I don't think that's bad, it is a very standard idea for kids books, especially British ones like Roald Dahl. Filch is effective as an idea.

I just didn't realize I'd be thinking so seriously of him as an adult. And that Harry Potter is...like...kind of absurdist fantasy?! Huh?!