#the answer is well

[hxlda-hxlda]

:)

“That’s my mirror,” James says, accuses, the moment Remus returns to them. He’s midway through shoving the mirror into a little sewn in pocket on the inside of his jumper.

“No, it’s my mirror,” Remus mutters, fighting with the knitted fabric as it catches on the elaborate plating of the mirror.

“Where the fuck did you find my–”

“Regulus and I made them,” Remus says off-handedly, finally slotting the damn thing back into place. When he looks back up, Sirius and James are both frozen, eyes wide, deer caught in headlights. There’s irony there, Remus doesn’t have time to be amused at it.

“Come on,” Remus nods over his shoulder when both the boys, men, remain uncharacteristically quiet, “there’s more explaining to be done than we thought.”

“We?” asks James.

“How do we know this isn’t some ploy to kill us?” asks Sirius at the same time.

“You don’t,” Remus shrugs, exhausted of reasons and justifications and mildly (incredibly) tempted to kill them both anyway. That way he wouldn’t be wrong. Sirius always hated being wrong, he would really be doing him a favour. He’s nice like that.

Sirius scoffs. It’s grating to Remus’ ears, too posh-sounding and condescending. “Quite the explaining you’ve done so far.”

“Well if you just fucking let me–”

“I have been!” Sirius bursts suddenly, eyes flashing, indignant and angry. “I’m still here, aren’t I?! And you’ve given us nothing. Not a single good reason to believe we should– we shouldn’t fucking kill you right now.”

“Christ.” Remus pinches the bridge of his nose, wishing Regulus was here to deal with this.

“Merlin,” James sighs, stepping between the two of them. Remus had somewhat forgotten he was there at all. “Here, Moo– Remus, give me your wand so we know you can’t hex us.”

Remus blinks. “I don’t have a wand.”

James turns to fully stare at him. “What?” he and Sirius demand simultaneously.

“It’s not like they gave me a nice and shiny new one after they shattered the old one, did they?” Remus replies, feeling put on with both pairs of eyes staring at him. It’s embarrassing, in a strange way.

“Oh,” says James. “Yeah.”

“Then how the fuck–”

“Wandless,” Remus answers the question before it is out of Sirius’ mouth, waving a hand impatiently, the tips of his fingers flickering with a deep red. A party trick, a point proven. “If you could just fucking come with me, I can explain–”

“No.”

“Padfoot–”

“Your brother is alive.”

It is a rather inelegant way to break the news. Alas, Remus had never been known for his elegance.

[bedlamsbard]

I personally think it would be extremely funny if The Hunger Games and Mad Max took place in the same universe and America and Australia just dealt with this apocalypse very differently.

[marvelsmostwanted]

Joe Biden, coherently and normally: I have three issues to speak about. First, the NATO conference went well. Second, the economy is back on track and inflation is down. Third, my proposal for a ceasefire in Gaza is moving forward. Any questions?

The media: Did You Know That You Are Old

[grey-viridian]

I've got your back!

Always.

(Rottmnt Possessed AU)

[aueua]

people with siblings: how do you feel about them?

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

Previous!!

Next!!

First!!

[potato-lord-but-not]

pspspspspsp more human yellow- he’s so angry all the time

[sky-is-the-limit]

Okay, dearest followers, be honest.

Which one of your fictional crushes do you truly believe that you could pull irl? Realistically. Taking all factors into account. Whether you were in their universe or not, up to you. But be HONEST.

[canisalbus]

Just saw another of your pieces reposted on Pinterest & had to ask: what's the story about Vasco waking up to Machete being covered in blood, and running him a bath while Machete whimpers about being disgusting??? I'm guessing chronic nosebleeds or something??

Nosebleeds, yes. He doesn't get them all the time and most are a minor hindrance, but occasionally stars align and he gets one that goes on and on endlessly with dramatic results. Usually these occur during the night and have the chance to get so bad because he isn't awake to notice them early enough.

It's a humiliating thing to wake up to, especially if you're managed to unintentionally bleed all over your partner, ruining the moment and inconveniencing him. Machete is self-conscious as is and resents the numerous ways his body continues to betray him.

[willgrahamscock]

do you think the age difference between Will and Hannibal is too big?

perhaps there are issues between the two of them that may be of greater importance, like the murder and maybe cannibalism

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Okay you can’t tell me that Vlad doesn’t have an organ somewhere in his mansion. Upon learning of this, Danny would teach himself how to play the Haunted Mansion theme on the organ and play it at 2am.

Vlad Masters is away on business in Gotham, and the Fentons are coincidentally there for a symposium on ecto-activity. So it’s perfect! Except he goes to the wrong house, er mansion.

Honestly, Danny thought it was one of Vlad’s many mansions. Scaring the old man is his favorite activity after all. There’s a higher amount of ectoplasm here, so it has to be Vlad’s place right?

When Bruce comes out (on one of his few nights off) and sees his carbon copy playing the organ, all thoughts fly out of his head. Danny finally looks up and also blue screens. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity until Danny’s cell phone rings (the ghostbusters theme??) and he panics. He jumps up and makes a break for the other door rushing through apologies “SorryWronghousegottagobye!” And runs out of the room. “Wait! Who are you?”Bruce exclaims as he rushes after him. They’re on the second story in one of the rooms he rarely uses. How did he know where the organ was? No matter. He’ll catch the kid on the stairs.

Except the kid is already almost at the bottom. How did he get down so effortlessly? The kid practically floated down the stairs.

Bruce gets to the foyer just in time to see the kid realize the door was dead-bolted in multiple spots. He won’t be able to undo them all before Bruce catches up to him.

He slows down and stands behind a pillar, assessing his next move. He needs to be careful here. This is a child after all, no need to spook him any more than he already has. He needs to slowly approach, and ask his questions.

But then the kid does the unexpected. After looking around frantically, he takes a deep breath. Two rings form around his middle and travel up and down his body. His black hair turns ghostly white. He looks back, almost directly at Bruce. His eyes widen as if he realizes he’s being watched. He whispers, barely loud enough to hear, “I’m so sorry, please don’t follow me.” Then, he backs through the locked door and vanishes.

[manchestereyes]

real true requited love which is the best feeling in the world <3

[ladyofrosefire]

Until pretty recently, I had never read fic for a fandom I had never dipped into. It got me thinking about why people read fics for stories they've never followed. Sooo...

*not even 1 episode. None of the book. No more than the movie's trailer. etc.

[pixlokita]

✨🥓 nothing will snap you out of agony nightmares faster than bacon

[insertdisc5]

everyone has seen this page by now. but here's a sneak peek at the artbook for all you little kittens