#like I've said before

[fightingalgth8rs]

not georgia or anna related but i wanted you to see this. the reblogs on this are vile. why would anyone ever say anything like this

https://www.tumblr.com/mrspankhurstsraspberryjam/772671966107811840/funny-how-david-tennant-you-know-the?source=share

In the words of the great Donna Noble: "WOT THE HELL!". Everyone who's known this person men women, enbies, children everyone knows him as an all-rounder good guy, someone who would never ever do anything like what these people are insinuating. And in contrast people who knew and/or had interacted with Neil knew he was creepy af. Since day one of him coming into the public eye. Once again being silent doesn't make you complicit to anyone's actions nor does it amount to proof of that said person being a predator.

[astudyintheburningofhearts]

For unofficial Microfic May – the 22nd of May, Harsh.

1114 Words.

Harry's fingers itched to smooth out the furrow that had made a home in Draco's brow ever since they'd received the floo call from Teddy's primary school teacher.

Draco's shoes made a faint clicking noise with every marching stride he took towards the main office, and Harry found that he had to stretch his legs just that extra inch to keep up with Draco's relentless pace. But even Harry couldn't stop from fidgeting with the hem of his jacket and its zipper.

Over the floo, his teacher, Ms. Potts, had said that there had been an altercation, and that Teddy was in huge trouble for what had happened.

They both had blanched with fear and apparated side-along the moment the call dropped.

When they finally reached the doors of the office, they both knelt to the ground and while Harry conducted a magical tracer, Draco physically turned Teddy this way and that to check for any injuries.

There was a nasty scratch on his right cheek, and he'd scraped both his knees. He sniffed, and immediately they were pulling him into a hug. Draco pressed a kiss to his temple while Harry whispered into his hair, "Are you alright other than the scrapes, love?"

Teddy nodded, but made no effort to say anything else.

When they stood up and instructed him to stay put, he merely nodded again, and they shared a worried look before stepping into the head teacher's office.

She gestured for the both of them to take a seat opposite to hers and clasped her hands atop the desk between them. Her thin lips were downturned and her upturned nose scrunched the slightest bit in distaste. Harry was already annoyed, to say the least.

Draco placed a placating hand on his knee before leaning forward slightly and speaking through gritted teeth, "Who did this." It wasn't a question; it was barely a statement. No, it was a thinly-veiled threat, and honestly, Harry couldn't have toned it out better.

The head-teacher – Magnolia Lemond, as indicated by her nameplate – sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Malfoy–"

"Malfoy-Potter", Draco interrupted, and Harry squeezed the hand on his knee in pride.

"My apologies, Mr. Malfoy-Potter," she corrected, "the other boy had to be taken to the hospital for stitches. Safe to say, Edward is not the victim here."

Harry's blood roared in his ears, "Listen, Ms. Lemond, Teddy wouldn't hurt a fly unless he was prompted to do so. I'm sure of it. So, I'd think twice before I start slinging baseless accusations."

The austere-looking woman scoffed in affront, as though Harry had personally offended her honour, "I am merely stating facts, sir," she hissed, "Your boy attacked another young man over a harmless joke!"

Draco sneered then, and Harry heard a faint growling sink its teeth into his next words, "And what, may I ask, was said joke."

He squeezed his hand again. Draco squeezed back.

She sniffed, and Harry noticed the slight press of her hands. She knew what she was about to say was going to piss them off even more than they already were.

Clearing her throat, she looked down at the desk for a moment before sighing again. She reached down and opened a drawer to pull out a sheet of paper and laid it in front of them.

"The children were told to do a portrayal of their parents with mixed media. Edward, like many others, opted for the dried leaves and pressed flowers. This is what he depicted."

Peering down at the paper, twisted under the weight of surplus amounts of glue, Harry and Draco melted a little. Teddy had used reddish leaves to make up an off-kilter sweater for Draco, and had used dried and pressed bits of sunflower and daisy for his hair. And he'd used dark green dried leaves for Harry's sweater (in better shape and Draco's) and brown leaves for his hair. He'd used little twigs for the wireframe glasses and their arms and legs. The two figures were holding hands.

It was only when Ms. Lemond cleared her throat that they looked back up at her, expressions going stony once more.

Harry spoke up, his tone clipped, "And? I don't see the problem with this depiction whatsoever. I think it's rather wonderful, actually."

Draco nodded in kind, "Exactly. His grasp of the colour wheel is rather fantastic, might I add."

Nodding, the head-teacher agreed, "While that may be so, the problem arose when a classmate made a joke about how 'the blond one' was missing the rest of her hair. Teddy shouted at him and told him that he had two fathers and that neither of them had long hair."

Draco subconsciously brushed a hand through his hair, and Harry squeezed the other hand that was still on his knee again.

"The fight broke out when," and it was here that the woman in front of them began looking as though she would rather face off Voldemort herself rather than finish her sentence.

"When what?" Draco prompted.

She cleared her throat yet again. Even that was beginning to get on Harry's nerves, really. "When the other boy said that Edward had. Had faggots for parents. Because of the altercation that developed between the two, I will be suspending Edward for a week."

Harry's eyes widened with shock, and then he squinted through the blinding rage as he leaned over the desk. "Sorry, are you trying to tell me right now, that some wanker's kid started spewing homophobic bullshit and because he tried to defend his parents, Teddy's going to get suspended? You've got to be joking."

Swallowing around nothing, Lemond's lips thinned, "Sir, Edward was the one to initiate the –"

Draco interrupted her again. "And with good reason! What kind of school allows such language to be used amongst children of such a young age?!"

"Sir, please –"

Suddenly, Harry was standing up, hand still clasping Draco's as he followed suit. He leaned over and placed a palm flat on the top of the desk and looked the teacher straight in the eye as he spoke, his voice deadly calm. "We're withdrawing Teddy's name from this school, and we'll be sure to tell our friends and the rest of the wizarding world the kind of biases you and your staff support. Good day, Ms. Lemond."

And with that, he grabbed the art piece off the desk and they turned and stepped out of her office, and Draco leaned over to bundle up a morose Teddy in his arms just as Harry intertwined their arms and apparated them back home. They were lucky they'd stocked up on ice cream the night before.

[reedeemable]

Because I'm reblogging dbh content from years ago, part of me hopes when I do, someone who has been here for years comes across it and is like "oh my god, I haven't seen that in ages" or they were looking for it forever, thought that they'd never see it again but then they see it on their dash.

[treepan0]

watching the GT dub in the background while I write, mainly doing the baby saga since I've watched it in japanese before hand, hearing this stuff in english has been amusing the dubisms are so bad lol

Mcfarland Baby is so unhinged sounding, what happened who messed you up so badly? lol

[msfbgraves]

TIG sometimes gives off energy that almost comes off as…”afraid” to appear to Too Much or Extra. The man is just Extra by nature so I suppose it’s hard to contain himself least he scares off everyone. He really is the friendly giant!

Yeah, also, culture doesn't help. Try showing any enthusiasm to a protestant, I dare you.

I recognise the impulse. I don't potentially intimidate people like TIG does, but he really has an air of sometimes forgetting himself, and people react strangely to that. There's an allowed intensity of feeling and when you feel more strongly, they treat you as if you're being indecent. TIG is very poised, very measured, very aware, and that of course it a way channeling energy, but you can visibly see him letting go of that in safe activities - acting, dancing, fighting - he carries that across characters. Goodness, this is a guy who happily howls with his dogs if he gets the chance. Calvinist culture, whether European or American, loves to tell you to tone it down, because passion can only lead to sin... and TIG being so very passionate and Irish Catholic, that leads to some necessary self-policing to stay respectable and not drive people away, going by my own experience and how he carries himself. And he really seems like a very friendly man so I strongly doubt he wants to drive people away.

[breadheaddoodles]

I'm going to sleep, but I need to ask - are you okay Bready? Remember, you have a full load of people who loves you, and I'm among them. I always happy to talk to you and to see you on my dashboard - feel free to talk to me anytime, even about something silly or just to goof with me

You are wonderful. You are My Friend. And I love you really really much

Stay save, drink water and have a good one

🩷🩷🩷

You're gonna make me cry /pos

[deathlygristly]

Today I saw a two story house with the first floor painted green and the second floor yellow, and not the prettiest shades of those colors.

It probably explains a lot about me that my mother's response to the pic of the house was "Great home, we should buy it. Love the colors."

[cherry-velvet-skies]

Hell is real and I'm in it (the luteal phase)

[mongo-the-liensis]

Daniel: How do you want your coffee?

Carl, after beating some guy to death but not before the guy pleaded, saying he has a family at home: Black, like my soul.

Daniel:

Daniel: Carl, your soul is a latte.

[fonulyn]

In the remake, you can move and shoot. Also the end jet ski isn't as bad. Would you consider playing it?

nope. that is... not even nearly enough reasons for me to want to lol.

[lordirony]

Basically all but explicitly confirmed that Matty is gonna be a permanent change. Ughhh fave band demoted on account of vocalist's voice gives me the ick

[i-drop-art-in-your-asks]

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[starcurtain]

Comparing Aventurine's "Keeping Up With Star Rail" to Mydei's is so funny because

Ratio: 🥺👉👈 D-Does he like me?

Meanwhile...

Phainon: I would like to confirm, for the public record, that Mydei and I fuck.

[slimyenemy]

see being a fucked up product of a fucked up life long glue trap is a thing that just happens to people sometimes but there's no way she would even like me after that it's so over

[helenvaughans]

[sun-marie]

Post-canon, somewhere in a Rivaini inn, Lucanis sees more of "Rook" than he thought possible <3

Background/headcanons under the cut for context:

Background:

- Lydia Laidir, born into slavery in the Imperium, was inadvertently freed when the ship she was serving on was attacked by the Felicisma Armada, and eventually taken in by Isabela and the Lords of Fortune. Isabela gave her the affectionate nickname "Rook(ie)", and in a effort to cope with her upbringing she sought to reinvent herself under this new name. Overtime, the name Lydia became an extremely personal aspect to her, and by the time of Veilguard the only people who know her real name are Isabela and Anders (her magical mentor), and she goes by Rook exclusively to everyone else, even her partner Lucanis.

Headcanons:

- After the events of Veilguard, Spite stops reflecting Lucanis and instead takes the form of a cat (credit for this galaxy brained hc goes to @/ravioliage)

- As a mage growing up in Rivain and mentored by Anders and Justice, Lydia has learned to hear Spite in a similar way to Emmrich 💜 This makes many situations both more and less awkward.

- Shortly after the events of Veilguard, Lydia was able to pair Lucanis with a baby wyvern of his own, who he named Dolce (credit for the name goes to @/iisadiya), and when there isn't a pen outside or there's bad weather, she curls up on whatever furniture the inn provides in their room and absolutely destroys it with her claws and venom <3 Lydia and Lucanis have, on multiple occasions, had to soothe a very distressed innkeeper and pay a small fortune in damages 😔