#half time closure

[bacchuschucklefuck]

species medley ft. gorgug and riz

[froginthestars]

okay season 4 is insane but the ending is actually really good or better than what I expected

[zymstarz]

yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out

[lillotte17]

..

[apicelladonna]

Hi! I am the same anon who said that Albus & Newt has got me more invested in your fic.

I just wanted to say that I agree that Grindelwald is more dangerous and powerful than Voldemort. At least we know that Grindelwald's followers are there because they genuinely believe in the cause and not because they are scared of him (though maybe the fear plays a little factor). Anyways, Grindelwald made me more scared than Voldy ever did.

Have a lovely day!

Hi there!!! (this is going to be long, bear with me friend)

This is such a personal take and I know perhaps not everyone agrees with it. So I'm really happy hell hasn't broke loose with me saying this outloud-

Both of Grindelwald and Voldemort have their own strengths on why they earned of title being Dark Lords, powerful wizards of their times that caused mayhem, destruction and fear into the wrath of the devil.

I suppose am biased with how much deeper and more lore rooted Grindelwald's era of terror was. His character development shows a mix of idealism and fanaticism, making him a more multifaceted villain.

His belief in his cause, however misguided, is portrayed with a level of sincerity that can be unsettling and thought-provoking. There are moments where Grindelwald displays a degree of empathy and understanding, which adds complexity to his character and sometimes blurs the line between right and wrong.

Grindelwald operates in a morally gray area. His belief that his actions are for the "greater good" adds a layer of moral ambiguity to his character.

This makes his followers and some of the audience question whether his vision, however twisted, might have some merit.

This ambiguity can make him more intriguing and relatable as a villain, as he presents a challenge not just to the heroes' physical safety but to their ethical beliefs as well.

His time and movement was the catalyst for what was to come.

He’s not just about brute force; he uses propaganda, manipulation, and political maneuvering to achieve his goals. This makes him a more sophisticated and more of a people's champion.

He is more fleshed out in his ideology, more human than Voldemort's desire of deathless power.

Voldemort’s primary motive is a lust for power and immortality. His actions are driven by a desire for domination and fear of death, making him a more straightforward villain. Grindelwald’s motives are driven by a vision of a world order he genuinely believes in, adding depth to his character.

Why I am delving into this whilst fury and hatred for the author, surprises me but also merits a lovely introspection of the presented villains which mirrors the issues of their time.

This complexity allows for a richer narrative exploration of themes like power, morality, and the greater good-

Thank you for this opportunity to lay out my thoughts on this topic and I hope you are having a great day over there, anon!!! Dw Newt's going to be fine...for the next 1-2 chapter before hell breaks loose :D

[goddessofroyalty]

Did you get another anon ask or did it get swallowed?

Maybe.

The two anon asks I have currently tha I haven't gotten to answering yet or haven't done the prompt receipt post for are about:

- Sounds babies make in omegaverse

-Comment on the ficlet I wrote about Jinx calling Silco a pumpkin carrier

[sokkas-therapist]

Started Killing Eve last Monday, finished it at 3:00am last night, devastated. changed forever. will never be the same.

[jonathanbyersphd]

Jonathan in s1 saying that Lonnie is just making things worse like always. And then Jonathan in s4 making things worse as a direct result of Lonnie's influence

[jadedresearcher]

where does camille go after an unsent letter ?

To The End

[frommyfavoritebooks]

Do not settle for half-loves, do not settle for someone who does not see the value in holding your heart. The people who walk away from you because the timing is not right are simply just the people who are not willing to put the right amount of time into you. Let that be your closure.

- a gentle reminder, bianca sparacino

[stedebonnit]

Takes nap at desk

[mainfaggot]

just found out the guy i was frenemies with in middle school got a boyfriend

[rescuefield-a]

thinking about how it took claire one firm "no" to go "well okay fuck you then" gjhj

[daffodil-duchess]

Im rewatching atla for the 46289th time and rewatching the day of black sun I came to the conclusion that Zuko is the most dramatic little bitch ever

I mean we knew that

But really, the guy wanted to take his father down and join the avatar. And he KNEW about the invasion going on. Moreover, he was fairly sure that the avatar is leading the invasion.

But what my boy does instead of leading Aang to his father and solving it quickly?

He decides to screw the world and goes on a dramatic monologue to get closure

[adambomb82]

It's that time again

[eowynstwin]

Price x Reader. Age gap. Divorced Price. Older BF Price. Vaguely smutty. Follow-up to this.

Price realizes you’ve never had a reliable man in your life exactly the second time he discovers you looking up DIY home maintenance for very simple projects.

It missed him the first time because he was deployed. You’d mentioned offhand how you were figuring out how to rebalance a ceiling fan, and he’d just automatically assumed that you were doing it yourself because he wasn’t there, so he simply praised you for your resourcefulness and lived for the next three weeks off of the way you’d absolutely glowed at his words.

But then he gets home, and one evening on the couch he catches you googling “how to fix a leaky sink.”

“What’s that?” he asks you, tamping down on the sudden feeling of masculine inadequacy that reared up almost immediately at the discovery.

“Faucet handle’s leaking all over my counter when I turn it on,” you say, not looking up from your phone. “Landlord’s out of town and can’t fix it.”

“I’m in town, ain’t I?”

You look up at him then, brows raised. You hadn’t even considered asking him, then.

“Oh—I didn’t want to bother you, John, you only just got back, and you’re tired…”

You trail off at the droll expression on his face.

Price has learned a lot of lessons from his previous marriage. The foundational one: just because he hasn’t been asked to help doesn’t mean he is believed to be unreliable. Adding that lesson to his knowledge base about you—young, modern, independent—calculates out an obvious answer that curtails any sour mood that might have sprouted up over the issue.

He puts his hand over your phone screen and lowers it down to your lap. “I’m fixin’ the sink,” he says simply.

He enjoys the way your eyes dilate at the assertion.

The next day, he shows up at your flat wearing old work clothes and carrying his heavy toolbox in his hand.

(You don’t live together yet—something he’s keen to rectify—but he has a toothbrush in your bathroom and permanent space in your bedroom drawers. He can be content for now.)

And you—you answer the door in the filmiest of sundresses, the ribbon tie on one shoulder hanging at a loose angle.

“Heard you need some plumbing done,” he says in the gruffest of voices, already understanding the game.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” you say, barely able to hide your giggle, “I’ve been so worried.”

He steps in close to you, close enough to feel the heat of your body radiating off of your bare skin. He has half a mind to put the charade aside and lift your skirt here and now, but another lesson helpfully springs to mind: anticipation of the act makes the finale all the sweeter.

“I’ll show you to the kitchen,” you murmur, looking up at him with warm, dreamy eyes.

When he gets under the sink, he finds the problem easy enough to fix—the cold water supply line simple isn’t screwed in tight enough, and when he wiggles the whole contraption by the valves he finds that nothing has been tightened up to standard. A couple of years knocking the thing around had probably loosened up the locknut.

He elects to fix the whole problem in one go, while in the meantime you stand off to the side, watching him. He feels your eyes on his legs, trailing up to the hair on his belly exposed by his shirt riding up.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I should’ve said before,” you simper, “but I’m not really sure how I’m gonna pay for this.”

His cock jumps in his jeans, and he feels your gaze move to it as if it’s a physical touch.

He levers himself out a little and meets your eyes, keeping a stern expression on his face.

“I’m sure you’re gonna figure it out,” he says. Looking down at his groin and then back up at your face might be a touch unsubtle, but clear communication had been the most important lesson of all.

He slides himself back under, and pretends he doesn’t feel you approach, or lower to your knees between his spread legs. He ignores your gentle hands falling on the closure of his jeans, the pop of the button coming undone, the parting of the zipper as you pull it down.

“Of course, sir,” you say, “I’m sure I will.”

The softness of your hand meets his growing erection, caressing the head of his cock with your thumb—followed very close behind by the wet, liquid heat of your mouth.

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