#these walls can talk ; dash commentary

[marisetcaelum]

❝ you chose him... ❞

[wickedlittlepuppy]

❝ doesn't everyone need to eat? why are we getting targeted now? ❞

[sleep-i-ness]

Commentary of the Heart (Part 1)

Synopsis: You've been pining after Oliver Wood for months and maybe the Christmas break is finally your chance

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST | GENERAL MASTERLIST | PART 2

Oliver leant against a wall, watching the revelry with a barely touched drink in his hand and an air of lethargy hanging around him. An odd heat crept up the back of your neck as he tugged his tie loose, running a hand through his still-damp hair (and no, you were not going to think about him in the shower). You eyed him with a burgeoning sense of frustration; it was frankly unfair. No one had the right to look that good after being pummelled on the Quidditch pitch for a good few hours. Not least of all when the Dementors had made an appearance.

You thankfully had the good sense not to air these frustrations to your circle of friends, although Angelina was looking at you far too intensely for your comfort. At least Fred, George and Lee were too busy chasing down shots to pay much attention to your straying focus. You loved them, you really did, but you’d rather die than have them find out that you were pining over their captain. They had enough to tease you about without this on top of it all.

The common room was bustling with fifth years and up from every house; no one could ever say Gryffindor was a sore loser. You tilted your head as Oliver sighed, staring at his drink without taking a sip and your eyes narrowed slightly. Angelina nudged you and you jolted, whipping your head round with a guilty smile.

“Go talk to him,” she murmured, and you glanced behind her at the boys, who were far too invested in pouring out more shots to eavesdrop.

“Who?”

Angelina just gave you a look and you smiled sheepishly.

“Fine.” You took a deep breath and raised your voice slightly for the boys. “I’m just going to get myself another drink – that doesn’t consist of pure alcohol.”

“Boring!” Fred called after you in a sing-song tone and George just laughed as you stuck out your tongue in response. You wandered over to the table on the side, topping up your cup with pumpkin juice and after some deliberation, red currant rum. It wasn’t as if you were searching for the finest concoction you could muster, more just a form of a liquid courage. At the sight of the sour look on Oliver’s face, you added another dash of rum to your cup.

It didn’t look or smell horrendous, but you held your breath anyway as you swallowed it down before making your way over to him. Oliver’s brow furrowed as you walked up, coming to a stop just in front of him.

“Nice work out there today,” you smiled softly up at him.

“Thanks.” He mustered a tired smile in response, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Shouldn’t you be out on the floor drowning your sorrows with your team?” As if listening to your conversation, a loud whoop came from behind you, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Fred attempting to down a pint of Firewhisky with Lee and George cheering him on. You didn’t even want to know where he’d got that from, but you were pretty sure you’d be having to help carry him up to bed. You stifled an urge to roll your eyes as liquid dribbled down his chin and turned back to Oliver. “Or are you too busy mourning today’s loss alone? I see your shower-drowning attempt wasn’t successful,”

Oliver rolled his eyes and swirled the amber liquid in his glass, pursing his lips. “Just not quite in the mood to be getting as wasted as Fred seems to be doing.”

You shrugged. And then added with a laugh, “I can always take that drink off your hands if you’re feeling particularly responsible and sober tonight.”

“Hey,” Oliver laughed, lifting up his glass to dodge your hands, “I didn’t say that, now did I?”

You held your hands up in surrender, lips twitching. “I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to waste.”

He raised an eyebrow, and you beamed, blinking at him as innocently as you could muster. At his rather insistent scepticism, you dropped the act and switched tacks. “Got any Christmas plans?”

Oliver sighed. “Staying here for the vac. Apparently, I need to spend more time studying instead of on the pitch. And that’s not going to happen during termtime.”

“And it’s going to happen during the Christmas break?”

He shrugged. “Might as well try. What about you?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Not quite sure yet, probably staying here but it depends on my parents’ work. They’re abroad at the moment and the timings aren’t certain so I’m mentally preparing myself for a quiet holiday here.”

“Fred and George staying as well?”

“They’re going home, invited me along and everything, but I can’t impose myself on the Weasleys again. They were kind enough over the summer.”

Oliver nodded, taking a long swig from his glass and you withheld a laugh.

“Well, it’s nice to know you’ll be around as well,” you offered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “If you ever need a study companion, just let me know – I should probably get a head start on my O.W.L. revision considering how much free time I’ll have.”

“You’re far more forward-thinking than I was in Fifth Year.”

“Well, not all of us can rely on our superstar Quidditch abilities to get us a job after this,” you teased, noting with delight the pink tinging his ears.

“I wouldn’t say superstar-”

“Nonsense, Ollie,” Fred interrupted, slinging an arm around his shoulder, and you smirked at the slightly resigned expression on his face. “Now, come do shots with us and celebrate those absolutely beautiful saves today. Come on, you as well, trouble. You’re basically our mascot now.”

You rolled your eyes. “I swear to Merlin, Frederick Weasley, if that is another jab at my hair today, I will hex you blue.”

“Uhh,” Fred offered intelligently, eyes widening comically. “No?”

“The famous Weasley wit, ladies and gentlemen,” you spread out your arms, smirking at the stifled chuckle from Oliver at your side. Fred furrowed his brows, jutting out his lower lip as you watched him attempt to formulate some response whilst equally making sure that your hand didn’t slip any further towards your wand. He’d been on the receiving end of your jinxes before, and he did not want a repeat of the duck incident. He’d had an odd craving for bread for a good few weeks after.

Luckily for him, George swept in with a slight head shake to his brother and a glass pressed into your hands, meaning you were far too busy to pull out a wand and make good on your threat. That did not mean you lessened the glare you were giving Fred, who merely continue to pout at you and batted his eyelashes.

Fred darted off to round up the cavalry, dragging over a more-than-reluctant Alicia from where she was hiding out in the corner with a slightly dishevelled Lee and you shared a knowing look with Angelina.

“Right, fuck Hufflepuff and let’s drink to Harry’s good health!”

You whooped wholeheartedly, flushing as Oliver glanced at you, and quashed the rising embarrassment with the sting of Ogden’s Old.

-

You rubbed your eyes blearily as you stepped out of the Common Room, making your way down to the Hall. It was already oddly silent in the castle’s corridors, a sure sign that most students had already departed for the Christmas holidays, and you sighed. Nothing but studying and boredom awaited you over these next few weeks, and even the Christmas festivities couldn’t encourage Madame Pince to be a little laxer in the Library or Snape to smile for once. At least you could take solace in the fact that you weren’t totally alone; that was, if Oliver actually wanted to spend time with you. You weren’t going to hold your breath, but a small traitorous part of you whispered that now was your chance.

You trailed your fingers along the banister as you wandered down the staircase to the Great Hall; no need to hurry and get caught up in the rush of students leaving. Breakfast would wait for you, and besides, it wasn’t as if you’d slept in. You’d hesitate to say that nerves had woken you up early, but there was no better way of describing the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

Before you’d even managed to get down the stairs, you felt a rush of breeze before something solid collided with you and forced the air out of you. You stumbled backwards into a hard object, hands flying outwards to steady yourself. Once you’d regained your balance, you dropped George’s arm with a grateful smile and turned to Fred with a frown.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! You’re not going to see us for a whole two weeks, how are you going to survive?” He pouted, ruffling your hair. You whacked his hand off your head with narrowed eyes and he gulped.

“Maybe I’m looking forward to some peace and quiet.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, darling.” Fred slung an arm round your shoulders, tugging you in close. “You know you’re going to miss us.”

“Mm, I think you’re probably going to be missing me more,” you teased, breaking out from under his arm to slip next to George’s side.

“Why does he get all the love? You can’t go around picking a favourite twin like that!”

“Oh, shut up, Freddie,” you sighed half-heartedly, grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “It’s only two weeks anyway.”

“Two weeks that you could be spending with us at the Burrow, though,” George interjected, and you spun round with an accusing finger outstretched.

“You’re meant to be on my side!”

George shrugged. “I didn’t realise this was a sides thing. Besides, there’s plenty of room at the Burrow; Ronnie has decided to spend his holidays here with Harry and Hermione, much to Mum’s displeasure.”

“I can’t,” you sighed. “I’ve got to catch up on the work that some evil twins have been distracting me from.”

“Boring.”

You stuck your tongue out at Fred in place of a retort and he just sniggered.

“You’re definitely sure you want to stay here?” George murmured, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you deep in the eyes. You tilted your head at him, smile pulling at your lips at his worry.

“Yeah, promise. I’ll write you loads, and you better respond this time,” you teased.

“Worth a try,” he shrugged. “We’ll see you in two weeks, then.”

And he turned to follow his brother down the stairs and out the doors.

“Don’t miss me too much!” You called after them in a sing-song voice, and George just waved goodbye in response.

You sighed as the doors swung shut behind them with a clang. Hogwarts had never felt like such a prison. And part of you was deeply regretting not taking George up on his offer. You stared into the middle distance, hand gripping the railing, as you pursed your lips. You could already picture a Weasley Christmas, the bustle, the food, the familial affection, the laughter, and it made your chest ache just a little.

It wasn’t your parents’ fault that they’d been sent out on a work trip over Christmas; the Auror Office wasn’t known for being the most considerate of public holidays, but sometimes you wished that they worked nice normal 9-5s, home for dinner and there when you needed them.

“Everything alright?” A deep voice startled you from your little pity party and you spun round with a guilty look on your face.

“Oliver!” You cried, pressing a hand to your thudding heart. “You made me jump!”

“Yeah, you looked a little out of it there.”

You flushed. “Just… thinking.”

Oliver’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his brows furrowed, lips slightly pursed (not that you were thinking about his lips) but his gaze remained steady and unwavering, almost like he was trying to see straight through you.

And then his face relaxed into a soft smile. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, actually,” you were grateful for the change of topic, “I was just on my way there.”

“Care for some company?”

Your stomach turned slightly, churned up by the rise of butterflies fluttering, or more accurately, racing around but you managed an answering smile. “I’d love some.”

-

“Psst.” The hiss cut its way through the silence that hung over the library, just quiet enough to avoid Madame Pince’s wrath, although you could already picture the witch glancing up with a stern look on her face. You, on the other hand, stared harder at the writing on the page, hoping that maybe if you focused just a little bit more, the specifics of wand legislation would Defodio themselves into your brain, etching themselves permanently into the tissue of your memory. The letters began to blur as you reread the same line over and over again; Clause Three of the 1631 Code of Wand Use is also known as the ‘Wand Ban’, stating that ‘No non-human creature is permitted to carry or use a wand… Of course, you understood why History of Magic was important; not repeating the same mistakes, learning from our past, blah blah, but it had to be the dullest thing imaginable. And Professor Binns didn’t exactly help with that.

“Psst!” Your head slipped from your hand with a jolt, and you glanced up, lips twisting into a grimace as you made eye contact with Oliver from across the library. You raised an eyebrow. He grinned and tilted his head towards the door as he pushed his chair back with a screech and bundled his books into his arms. You sighed, before mirroring his actions.

He kept his pace slow until you fell into step with him, giving you a grin as you rolled your eyes.

“Revision going well then?” You murmured, shooting a look towards Madame Pince’s desk and making eye contact with the beady eyed witch.

Oliver waited until you’d gotten outside of the library to respond, holding the door open for you and shooting Madame Pince a wink as she glared at the pair of you. “You’re one to talk. You could barely keep your eyes open in there – and how many times did you reread that same page?”

You huffed, crossing your arms and refusing to make eye contact with him. He did have a point. “It’s not my fault that wand legislation is perhaps the dullest topic I have ever had the misfortune of learning about.”

“I see you’ve really chosen the exciting stuff to kick your revision off with,” he laughed and you elbowed him.

“Where are we off to then?”

Oliver tapped his chin in mock thought, and you couldn’t help the giggle that made its way out of you, accompanied by a rising flush in your cheeks. Merlin, you were obvious. Tittering like a thirteen-year-old around her crush, like everything he said or did was the funniest thing ever. It wasn’t your fault he made you laugh.

“Well, I was thinking a nice flight around the castle to clear our heads.”

A grin tugged at the corner of your lips. “You read my mind. But I’m the one casting the Impervius charm this time. Honestly, Ollie, you’d think as a Seventh Year you’d have a better grasp on charms than a Fifth Year.”

He scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish look. “Charms has never been my strong suit.”

“Well, when you can save a goal like you can, I can understand not needing to put effort into your schoolwork. Surely you’ve got your whole life planned out now.”

He gave you an odd look. “You know, sometimes I can’t tell if you’re taking the piss out of me or complimenting me.”

You blinked innocently. “…Complimenting. Just go with always complimenting.”

Oliver’s laugh burst out unexpectedly, his eyes widening in surprise, and for a moment, he paused, blinking in disbelief. His shoulders shook slightly as he attempted to choke down the laughter, a brief, almost sheepish look flitting across his face.

Christmas with Oliver was far from boring, you decided. And filled with far less work than you had hope to complete during the break, but you weren’t exactly complaining. You hadn’t really wanted to spend the holidays studying, head buried in textbooks until your vision swam and your eyes hurt.

--

Footsteps thudded down the corridor, gradually growing louder as they approached the empty Charms classroom you had chosen as your study spot for the afternoon (no, you were not scared to return because Madame Pince had given you such a stern look last time you had left the Library in fits of giggles.) You glanced up briefly, before shaking your head and staring back at the instructions for brewing a Polyjuice Potion.

You copied down the steps one by one:

Add 3 measures of fluxweed to the cauldron (must have been picked on a full moon).

Add 2 bundles of knotgrass to the cauldron.

And the door burst open, disturbing your peace and solitude that had lasted all of maybe half an hour, when Oliver had decided he was too antsy to keep sitting and writing notes for an afternoon. But you refused to give in and look up, you were in a rhythm now,

Stir 4 times, clockwise.

Wave your wand then let potion brew for 80 minutes (for a Pewter Cauldron. A Brass Cauldron will only require 68, and a copper one only 60.)

“Oi, Y/N.” You were unsurprised to hear Oliver panting at the door, feet scuffing on the floor as he inched closer to your desk.

“Buzz off, Oliver.”

Right.

Add 4 leeches to the cauldron.

“Please, I’m so bored and so lonely.”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh.

Add 2 scoops of lacewing flies to the mortar, crush to a fine paste, then add 2 measures of the crushed lacewings to the cauldron.

“Please, please, please.” You could almost hear the pout in Oliver’s voice, and it took all your resolve not to look up and just give in. You’d actually managed to get some work done in the time he’d been gone, and you were not going to let him stop you now.

Heat for 30 seconds on a low heat.

And then he sat on your desk. Spilling your ink pot everywhere.

“Oliver!” You shrieked as ink splattered across your beautiful, handwritten notes, hand flying up to cover your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m so sorry, hang on, Scourgify!” Oliver waved his wand rather hopelessly, darting out of reach of your hand flailing out to slap him. The ink dribbled away from your page, and you stared at the rather slapdash cleaning job.

Well, that had certainly ruined your concentration for the afternoon. You weren’t sure you could face rewriting those notes without crying.

“What do you want?” You glared at him, chewing on the inside of your lip to keep your expression stern as he stared at you with all the sadness of a kicked puppy.

“Company?” He squeaked.

You took a deep breath, slammed your textbook shut and folded your arms.

“Please, Y/N, I’m begging you. I’m so bored.”

“You’ve not even been working for the last half hour; what have you even been doing?”

Oliver looked away, mouth opening and then closing again in a rather gormless way. A little voice in your brain whispered that it was rather endearing, but you battered that thought away with ferocity. His boredom had cost you half a page of notes. Yes, they were still legible, but they weren’t pretty anymore.

“Fine,” you sighed. Giving in. “What is it? Off to the pitch again then?”

You tilted your head as you looked up at Oliver, waiting for him to answer before you followed.

“Not in this weather,” Oliver chuckled. “You’re just a soft Southerner; I’m not having you catch hypothermia.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Don’t be a prick, Ollie. There’s such thing as Impervius.”

“Well, if you’re desperate to go out into a snowstorm, I won’t be stopping you. Otherwise…”

You glanced outside at the icy blizzard, shivered involuntarily, and turned back to him. “Go on.”

“Hot chocolate from the kitchen and then back to the common room?”

“Only if you promise me a game of Wizarding Chess.” You stretched out a hand, blinking innocently as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“What’s the forfeit this time?”

The last time you and Oliver had played Wizarding Chess had been with a bottle of Firewhisky on hand and a shot for every piece lost, which had quickly derailed into a midnight jaunt to the top of the Astronomy Tower and getting a little too close for the firmly established lines of friendship between you. Not that you were sure Oliver had noticed or even remembered. If it weren’t for the secrets of Hogwarts that Fred and George had imparted on you, there was no way you would have been able to lug that man back to the Common Room without Filch or someone else stumbling across you.

“Nothing?” You shrugged, and at his penetrating gaze, offered, “Up to you?”

“Deal.” He shook your hand, and then instead of letting go, dragged you off towards that one specific pear painting. You should never have shown it to him; he’d been abusing it mercilessly recently. Not that you particularly minded the random study session snacks; they were sweet and although you were far too logical to entertain the fantastical notions that cropped up in your thoughts, one teeny tiny part of you had decided that they were his version of a declaration of love.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Go For Gold

Prompt Day 22: Sports AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Swimming AU, Olympic Trials, Racing, Rivalry, A Dash of Secret Relationship, Eddie & Gareth are BFFs

Eddie steps up onto the block. Rolls his shoulders. His neck. Gareth is two lanes down, in six. Eddie can see him bouncing up and down. Can tell he's nervous. Gareth didn't make the Olympic team at twenty, now he's fighting for a spot at twenty-four.

If Steve's nervous in lane five, between Eddie and Gareth, you'd never know it. Steve's twenty-seven, and has been doing this since he was fifteen. Eddie's Olympic debut came at twenty, but he thinks he was immature, even then. 

Steve has his game face on, his no-nonsense, no-bullshit approach to the sport. You don't bother Steve Harrington once he steps on the deck. It's just not done. Hell, you don't talk to him in the ready room, either. Steve will have his headphones on, serious as shit, not talking to anyone. Not even listening. Zoned out. 

Eddie is the only exception to the rule, and it's a power he doesn't abuse often. He's not trying to break Steve's focus, it's unsportsmanlike. Instead, Eddie will roughhouse with the other guys. The ones that like that to get their blood pumping before a race. 

Eddie is just a little looser. A free spirit, looking for fun. 

Sure, he wants to win medals, but it's not that serious. 

Well, it is that serious, if he's honest. Because Eddie's never trained as hard as he has in the last four years. He wants it. Bad.

For once in their parallel careers, Eddie isn't sure that Steve wants it more than he does. Steve staying in bed, while Eddie drags himself to the pool at the ass-crack of dawn. Eddie isn't sure Steve has anything left to prove. He broke all the records four years ago. 

Their rivalry is stuff of legend. Full of stupid commentary, like: "Without Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson would be the best swimmer of his generation," as if it's that simple. Without chasing Steve, Eddie thinks he might not have pushed this hard. It's a stupid hypothetical. 

This is their third Olympic Trials as number one and two. And you have to stay one and two, if you want to make the Olympic Team. You need to touch the wall first or second, with a crowd of twelve-thousand breathing down your neck every time your head breaks through the water.

They always say first is first, and second is also first, when it comes to Trials. But that's not true. Not really.

Steve Harrington definitely doesn't think so. 

Steve's not at the top of his game. He's hurting. He's getting older. They both are. Eddie's a year older, but hasn't pushed himself quite as hard. Hard, sure. But not to the extent that Steve has, year-over-year. 

Swimming's still fun for Eddie, but he's not sure that's true for Steve. Eddie thinks this might be Steve's last year, his last Olympics, and that hurts to think about. Eddie isn't ready to be done, he's still having fun, but doing it without Steve in the lane next to him seems sad.

When the buzzer sounds, they're launching into the pool, swimming the butterfly, the first leg of the 400 I.M. 

Eddie pulls ahead, but knows it won't last through the butterfly leg. Steve'll catch him, pass him, sure as shit. 

And that's how it goes. 

At the halfway mark, Eddie pops up fifty meters into the backstroke, and glances to his left and Gareth is out ahead of not only him, but Steve, too. The little shit is a helluva backstroker, these days. Steve's a half body length behind the both of them, and that's disconcerting. 

Eddie wants to beat him, absolutely, but he doesn't want Steve to fail, either. It's hard, when two people you love are also competing for a slot you want.

Switching to the breaststroke, Eddie catches Gareth quickly, and by the first turn has pulled ahead of both of them. By almost a body length, heading into the freestyle. Eddie needs that lead if he's gonna stay ahead of Steve to the end.

And he can see Steve closing the gap, but Eddie doesn't think Steve's got enough room to catch him.

And he doesn't. 

They go one-two, and for the first time at an Olympic Trials, Steve's number two.

Eddie hangs onto the lane rope and smiles, chest heaving. Steve swims towards him, also breathing hard, pulling him into a hug. Eddie hugs back, clinging to him.

"You got me," Steve says in his ear, and Eddie laughs. He's well aware they're being filmed, broadcast on live television, so he just claps Steve on the shoulder, laughs, and pulls away. Gareth is swimming under the rope, to get to Eddie, too.

"You did good, kid. You were ahead of us both!" Eddie shouts over the noise, and Gareth smiles. Eddie knew the odds weren't in Gareth's favor here, but Eddie will be right there, cheering him on in his other events. Hoping Gareth still snags a spot.

After their cooldowns, and the rest of the races for the night, they drag themselves back to the hotel. And like always, Steve's his roommate. It's been that way since the beginning. An unlikely duo, with a friendship that people like to write articles about, not totally understanding it.

Eddie dumps his bag on the floor, collapsing on his bed, groaning.

"I'm dead, bury me now," Eddie whines, smashing his face in the pillow.

Steve laughs, toeing off his shoes, and crawling in bed beside him. They have two beds, they always do, but unless it's the night before a competition, they usually squeeze into one. That's been interesting in some of the Olympic villages. Those beds are small.

Eddie rolls onto his side, and Steve slings his arm over him, pulling him closer.

"Okay, let's hear you gloat," Steve says, and Eddie laughs, leaning into Steve.

"This old man kicked your ass," Eddie says, grinning, and Steve shuts him up by pressing his lips to Eddie's, kissing him, hugging their bone-tired bodies together.

Notes: Yeah, they are based loosely on Phelps and Lochte. Two very different versions of a pro-athlete, but somehow friends. Roommates at meets, always each other's card partner, etc. (And this race, in particular.)

Olympic Trials are the end all and be all in getting on the USA Olympic Swim Team. You don't get a spot unless you finish in the top 2 (and 3-6 in the freestyle where there will be a relay.) Unlike, say, figure skating, where it is entirely up to committees. Or gymnastics, where it's half-and-half.

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[generationlossupdates]

GenLoss Episode 1: The Spirit of The Cabin Summary

I'm putting it ALL under the cut so that way it doesn't clog up people's dashes AND it's easier to avoid if you don't want to see it.

I give fair warning now that it is LONG, though I bolded the most important bits so it's easier to skim.

The show starts by playing character creator, where we get to make a some sort of creature (A Shark, Pickle, Lobster creature) . After this, the title card plays and Ranboo wakes up in an cabin on a couch with a mechanical mask strapped to his face. He steps outside into a green forest and when he hears a noise he rushes back inside.

A vase falls and breaks, and when Ranboo goes to touch it he flies back and goes 'this wasn't supposed to happen!' before seemingly resetting and saying he's got to find some keys. In the bottom of the screen the Showfall mascot (lovingly named Squiggle) gives random commentary. He explores the cabin, and finds 3 keys. Notably when he goes to the window sill to get a key there's a shadow of a horned creature, though it seems as if Ranboo doesn't notice it at all.

He goes through the door once again and when he goes through he winds up on a beach with a red sky. He pockets some sand and heads back into the cabin. When all keys are collected he moves to unlock a door to another room, but before he can a green goop covered Slimecicle (who is a ghost? or demon? goop monster?) bursts down the door. They talk for a moment, and Slimecicle tells him to leave. Ranboo goes through the front door yet again, and this time when he exits he's in hell. Like literal hell. He goes back into the house and they both move to the kitchen.

Slimecicle tells Ranboo that he can leave as soon as he does something for him: a cooking challenge? Ranboo attempts to cook using items provided by the fridge and chosen by chat. Eventually Ranboo finishes cooking and gives Slimecicle the dish. Slimecicle eats it and says it's the best thing he's ever eaten and tells Ranboo he's free to go.

He goes through the door yet again and this time it leads to the slime dimension. After he speaks to Ranboo he goes through the door and returns to the cabin. When he returns, Slimecicle is entirely gone, though some goop remains. The tv suddenly turns on and a hooded figure tells him that he's doing well and that 'they' (a different entity, not the hooded figure) are entertained. They tell Ranboo to not resist and that they'll be in touch soon. The program suddenly cuts out to a technical difficulties screen and when it turns back on, Ranboo is asleep on the couch again.

He walks through the main area and the kitchen and heads down to the new area: the basement. He explores and finds Sneeg: some guy locked in the basement. Ranboo looks around and finds a lock cutter. He frees Sneeg and after a moment, Slimecicle pops up from the boxes. He slimes Sneeg and turns him evil, starting a battle between Ranboo and 'Evil' Sneeg. Ranboo wins and wipes off the slime, causing Sneeg to return to normal. Slimecicle complains and leaves.

They leave the basement, and explore more. They attempt to go through the bolted door and are rendered unable before remembering the bolt cutters. Ranboo cuts through the chains and they go into a new room, being a bedroom. It seems to be Slimecicle's bedroom. They explore as a disembodied Slimecicle voice makes jabs at him. Ranboo finds a knife and pockets it. Chat decides to make Ranboo sleep and he goes to bed right on Slimecicles bed. Slimecicle pokes at the wall while Sneeg watches and Ranboo... sleeps. Slimecicle and his ghouls push at the wall next to the bed, most notably commenting on how squishy and cutable the wall is.

8 hours pass and when Ranboo wakes up Sneeg complains at him about how he managed to sleep through it all. They cut through the wall and when the wall is cut open the creature that was made at the start grabs Sneeg and presumably kills/eats him. The creature then chases Ranboo untill he tricks it into going into the locked area where Sneeg was. He then returns to the area where the creature came from and gets tossed into a Boss Battle with Slimecicle. He manages to beat Slimecicle by tossing a towel onto him.

After this, everything begins to glitch yet again. The hooded figure on the tv appears again and tells him that he's doing a good job and that he's made it onto episode 2. They say their name is H and that Ranboo needs to play along. The message ends and Ranboo goes through the front door one last time. When he exits the door he ends up in a warehouse where he is stabbed in the neck with a syringe by rat people and everything fades to black...

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 15, Part 2 (Lost and Found, Aka The One Where Rory Loses Dean's Shitty Bracelet)

Part 1 and all previous commentary here. I should start renaming these things "Gilmore Girls 10 Minutes At A Time" because right now that's about all I can get through per day before Lorelai has me grinding my teeth into a fine powder. Luke and Jess are checking out some houses because Luke is totally going to move out to a new house in the middle of season 2. Luke and Jess have looked at about a half dozen apartments and they squabble over minor imperfections of each one, whether it be pink paint on the walls or an excess amount of windows. To both Jess and Luke: I would implore you both to be a little less stubborn and just take anything with two bedrooms. Your lives will drastically improve with any two bedroom apartment. Better yet, keep turning down every apartment in Stars Hollow until you've reached the next town. Continue this process until you're both living in another state completely. Jess eventually whatevers- I dont cares- you pick the place out of the situation because he's due at Lorelai's in 20 minutes to get treated like used gum on the bottom of her shoe and get paid in stale jelly beans. And we get a SadBaby™ quote.

Let's play another game of "What the hell is that: early 2000's gadget edition"

What the hell is that? VHS rewinder thingymabob.

Oh. It's just a clock. A clock that plays cds and makes barnyard noises. Would you look at that. Another one of my favorite mini games to play while watching gilmore girls is "Determining how an object is going to be integral to the plot of the episode". This is Gilmore GIrls so we are seeing this clock for a reason. This clock won't just show up and disappear with no further explanation. It always means something. Please say Lorelai hides her squealing State of the Art CD player pig clock when Jess arrives because she thinks he is going to steal it. PLEASE. I promise it's been long enough since I've seen the show that I don't know if that actually happens but I put nothing past her. Nothing. Let's take a break to Admire The Baby:

Although he may flake out on dates with Rory and skip school, our little Employee of the Month is always on time for work.

Narrator: He would not be getting his own room.

#AdmireTheBaby #Quick #BeforeLorelaiShowsUp

Narrator: Lorelai Gilmore did not find Jess Mariano's arrival to be all that terrific.

Nevermind moving down the street in Stars Hollow, he's hoping for that Male Gilmore Characters California Wormhole to suck him up and transport him to the opposite end of the country to get away from this hell. He still has to suffer for another season and a half before that'll happen. Jess is this emoji: 😐

Narrator: She was not trying. Rory gives Jess the ol Razzle Dazzle: "Why don't you talk more?" or more precisely "Why don't you talk around my mother"?

Why is Jess supposed to trust and adore and respect this random woman he doesn't know, who he sees pawing at his uncle he also doesn't know, a random strange woman who is very transparent in her feelings about him, who is transparently suspicious of him for no reason, someone so full of shit that he can see right through her when no one else can or will admit to it. WHAT I'M GETTING AT IT IS: Is he supposed to be happy to be in her presence or something? Why should he have anything to say? He's only doing this because of a rock solid work ethic, and I’d say because he hopes to earn some money. But I’d hate to dash poor Baby’s hopes about making any money and inform him that his uncle and his uncle’s weird friend agreed he could be paid subpar wages.

I think everyone in Stars Hollow is two faced anyway. They act like they like her but you know Patty and Babette talk shit nonstop about Lorelai when she's not around. Kinda like me.

Honey, you can just keep your pretty little mouth quiet around her and let me do all the shit talking.

Why? Even Rory is still more or less a stranger to him at this point, an acquaintance or loose friend at best (we know this because minutes earlier, Lorelai had Lorelai Thoughts about Rory saying Jess was a casual friend). Why does he have to please her mom? Rory says she went out on a limb to try to convince her mother that Jess was a good person. This is true. But why is she even wasting her breath trying to convince Lorelai when her mother clearly refuses to listen. It’s a hopeless endeavor. Jess does not even owe Lorelai the time of day so stop asking him to be nice to her.

#AdmireTheBaby Rory: It wouldn't hurt you to be nice to my mom. Jess: Why? Rory: Because she's my mom and a friend of Luke's. Jess: So? Just because she's your Mom or Luke's friend doesn't mean I automatically have to get along with her. Thank you for doing the work for me, babes. Mwah.

Fixed it with some flawless editing. Rory: If you care about me at all you'll be mildly polite to my mother.

GOT HER! :) #SharpAsATack

Mmm. Do go on.

I just skipped ahead to see what was happening at the 20 minute mark and it's Dean and I can't complain because yesterday I was literally begging for him to show up to divert the plot away from Lorelai even for a minute. Thank you Dean. Thank you. I am eagerly anticipating your whining and sulking at the book fair.

#AdmireTheBaby

We have been blessed with another Milo Ventimiglia Okuh. An okuh is like a soothing balm that makes everything better.

#AdmireTheBaby.

YAYYYY ITS DEAN! HOORAY FOR DEAN! DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN.

Taylor's back on his bullshit I see. What are we raising money for, err should I say what cause is Taylor stealing money from? Please tell me it's the Bridge so I can divert my Lorelai Rage into Bridge Rage and Dean Rage. I'm a bit delirious right now. Amy Sherman Palladino: This character Dean likes to read books. No, sports. No, books again. No, he rides a motorcycle. Wait, books again. Softball? Dean hates to read. HOCKEY. Here is Dean early in season 1 contrasted with Dean halfway into season 2 (still wearing that smelly leather coat too):

I am particularly delighted whenever the 3 Dean Forrester fans in existence try to use Dean telling Rory "I watched you browse for books for two hours" as an example of his devotion to Rory. As you can see by this display of unbridled enthusiasm, he clearly wants to be here with her. When Rory disputes that it’s been that long and feels guilty for boring him, he shows her his watch to prove to her its been two hours. Dean Forrester is a stale chicken nugget that's been laying on the floor for 4 days. You know what would make everyone happy? Jess and Dean switching places. Dean could go over to Lorelai's and spend some time "cleaning her gutters" and Jess and Rory could enjoy the book fair. God, in what universe is it fucking fair that DEAN is the one who gets to accompany Rory to a book sale and he just acts like a miserable turd. While Jess is missing the book fair to work for Lorelai? UGH. I hear Rory's voice screaming "WHAT'S UP QUIPPY! WHY SO SILENT!" at Paris but my inner monologue is screaming "WHAT'S UP AMY! WHY COULDN'T JESS GO TO THE BOOK FAIR? HUH? WHY SO SILENT?! AMY!" Literally the only thing to ever happen in Stars Hollow that he would enjoy and voluntarily attend and instead he's slopping some bitch's gutters. I maxed out my 30 screen shots and I can't delete any of Baby so this three ring shit circus will spill into a part 3. See ya soon.

[nicnacreblogs]

Hey if your kid yells at you are you gonna hit them? If you spouse yells at you are you gonna hit then? if your employee at work yells at you are you gonna pin them to the wall and choke them???? wtf do you mean he provoked him so it's fine?

Anon, I’m a little concerned that you sent me, me specifically, this ask. Because I didn’t say a thing about Izzy provoking Ed so it’s fine. I never say anything on this blog, it is a side exclusively for reblogging without commentary. And I highly doubt you’re a follower that saw the post (well, one of two; I’m not sure which specifically of the two I reblogged that you’re responding to) because I put it on your dash, as this blog only has 14 followers. So I can only assume you went down the list of everyone who reblogged that post and sent this message to all of them.

Nonny, that’s not a healthy or productive use of your time. I understand that you love Izzy, but getting confrontational with people who don’t like him isn’t going to get you anywhere. Trust me, from deep personal experience, I know this. I highly recommend that you find a group of people who share your feelings on Izzy who you can vent to and will be supportive and sympathetic, but will also encourage away from stirring up drama in the fandom that is going to accomplish nothing but making a lot of people angry. I personally started a Discord server for people who shared my feelings on Stede (and on the way the fandom frequently talks about Stede) and I cannot tell you how much my experience in the fandom and honestly my overall mental health has improved since doing so.

Fandom is supposed to be fun, Anon. If you’re finding yourself getting so mad that you have to go screaming in the inboxes of random people that just reblogged a post, then you need to reevaluate your approach.

[diadxrling]

I posted 2,863 times in 2022

That's 2,863 more posts than 2021!

1,351 posts created (47%)

1,512 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@clownstolemyjokes

@gotthcit-a

@gehcnna

@diadxrling

@infernal-feminae

I tagged 2,855 of my posts in 2022

#horned temptress...[dia] - 1,686 posts

#pleasure is my work...[thread] - 854 posts

#you better pay my fees...[ask] - 704 posts

#time for a drink...[ooc] - 482 posts

#'games' cost extra...[ask meme] - 381 posts

#cameras are always watching...[dash commentary] - 178 posts

#make it quick time is money...[mun talk] - 162 posts

#chains and whips excite me...[aesthetic] - 115 posts

#open - 89 posts

#not just glitz and glam...[musing] - 71 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#also don't be shy with these if we don't have an established ship i would just fill it out with how dia think about the other muse

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@multicoloredspider-andfriends​ liked for a starter. 

“What are you thinking about?” she asks raising a brow at the taller demon. She wasn’t sure if Angel was just thinking about something or if he was spacing out for some other reason. “Or is that wall just that interesting?” chuckling Dia could understand why the other would space out there wasn’t really anything happening to focus eon anyway. 

20 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#4

Okay so somebody else pointed this out, but I forgot who and I can’t find the post again, but let’s have a look at this: 

For anyone who doesn’t want to enlarge the image and read, it says: 

Asmodeus Crystals: Allows legal and safe travel to the human world. Given out to succubi by Asmodeus. King of Lust.  Crystals can be shaped into discrete jewelry. Some believe leaving the crystal in a raw state strengthens its magic. 

So this means that traveling to the human world is not something that succubi just can do in general, but instead they need a crystal to do this. Now this opens up two options.

1. Only specific succubi are granted such crystals, probably having to pass specific tests or just meet some criteria. 

2. Every succubus is given one, I would think once they reach maturity, but it maybe be taken away if they break the rules. 

I personally think that the former option is more likely, especially since the book says they are given out by Ozzie himself. I wouldn’t be surprised if only pure succubi (meaning no Imp mixes) were given one and that being successful, like Vero for example, helps you get one. 

I also wouldn’t doubt that even under hellborns there are people lower and higher class so to say. Once again Verosika would be a good example but Fizz works too who are probably both held in way higher regard than a random succubus or Imp. So I don’t think it would be too far fetched to say that those crystals are way easy to obtain when you come from a more successful family. 

This also kinda works if you go with every succubus getting one, since I also wouldn’t put it past hell to just find any reasons to keep those crystals away from people they consider not worthy of them. Maybe even other succubi would take them to have less competition maybe that’s even wanted in a way. Other’s taking out the weak ones only leaving the strong and making sure there is no overpopulation at the same time. 

22 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#3

[ Art commissioned by the amazing @abracafockyou​ ]

Look at them <3 

22 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

#2

I miss getting anons that ask about my ongoing rps and plot lines, or that just come around to ask my muse something. Fuck I also miss seeing dash commentaries about something stupid my muse is doing, but I get why people don’t do that as often anymore I have held myself back to not intrude on anything as well. 

But I can’t lie, when @lust-sinner and I first started writing and we both got anons asking about it. That was so motivating to me, like yeah of course I loved the threads already but that just made them so much more enjoyable. Seeing an Anon that asked about something my muse was doing at the moment is also so nice, it’s why I have anon on in the first place so people can comment on the shit my muses do without it being IC. 

You know what fuck it.

Like this to give me permission to be that anon for you, I will make a list and then at times come into your inbox and ask a character about something going on with them right now. 

32 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@baphomct​ from -> xxx

“Well I don’t know her enough to be sure but there were two people her energy changed around which is normally an indicator for it. But it’s in bad taste to tell a possibly involved third party, so you will have to find out yourself. “

It was seen in bad taste to tell another mortal off somebody desires, some succubi even thinking it could curse said love to be doomed to fail if it ever came to be. Though with how Dia had worked things she practically had given away at least one person she suspected without telling directly of course. 

“It’s always the cute and quite ones that have something to hide” she joked not knowing enough about what was going on here to make a serious comment on it. 

“I do not mind at all” of course getting intrigued there was so much a proposition could be so many fun possibilities. 

50 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

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[solarisdog]

decided to share my own experiences in the hopes of helping others who have gone through this maybe feel less alone- my interactions with solaris happened in august 2023; xey were always in my mutuals' notes (i am an rp blog for a specific fandom with multiple friends in different fandoms, so my dash content can vary, and xey were in mutuals' notes across multiple fandoms) and i kept seeing xem everywhere but didn't follow first due to a rule in xyr notes about not following older writers (i'm of an older age) and because i initially didn't see us interacting. xey ended up following me and i followed back, before xey filled out my interest tracker so i added xem on discord.

immediately, xey sent me a massive wall of text regarding plotting filled with a high energy i personally could not match with someone that was a complete stranger- i have my own things going on and even with people i've known for years, i simply do not match that energy well. i also struggled with how much the plotting involved xyr original lore and meta commentary, when i was (at the time) still relatively new to the fandom i was establishing my blog in. i decided to wait to reply, even talking to my partner and friends about how best to word that i wasn't ready to explore au's yet, as i was still trying to learn more about my current series.

in the interim of me replying, xey started posting about a new oc idea xey had involving lore and character ideas eerily similar to my own oc, making me feel highly uncomfortable- i'm not saying characters can't have the same motif (my character's basic motif is a rather popular character motif on tumblr, and i have a handful of mutuals who also use this motif for their own characters), but xey referenced some things highly specific to my character as a whole that made me suspicious. i ended up sending my message to xem about not matching energies or feeling ready to rp in other verses with people i'm not familiar with yet, and things seemed to end amicably and xey removed me from discord before we mutually blocked each other.

shortly after, xey made a huge post about people needing to read xyr pinned/rules and how xey will not drop xyr meta lore stuff for anyone which was never something i suggested; xey had a (heavily tied to xyr personal lore) verse for the fandom my blog is for, and even when xey suggested writing in that, i told xem i still didn't feel ready to personally write in something so different from the canon of my blog's series. i knew from reading it that the post was made because of me, and saw xem start talking about more about xyr new oc, leading me to vent on my blog about feeling weird seeing someone take ideas from me. my partner later told me i'd apparently been namedropped in a post by solaris with screenshots and somehow "proving" xey'd had the idea for ages for a similar character, despite all xyr relevant dated "proof" (discord scs talking with xyr partner/alter, amor) being a) after xey followed me and b) about a month after i initially created my character. my friends and i discussed this privately but did not engage, despite solaris claiming xey'd been sent anons over the matter, (the only anons xey published were someone saying xey vagued multiple times about me and that stealing headcanons was wrong, which i can confirm no one in my circle at the time sent, and then someone politely suggesting xey turn off anon if its getting so bad, to which xey refused), and eventually solaris hid the post before re-publishing it, removing all mention of me or my character (but to those aware of the situation, it was both too late and painfully obvious it was about me). the post and multiple others about the situation were finally privated/deleted, and i've gone the last year now staying mutually blocked by xem.

a friend showed me this blog, and i decided to send in an ask after reading lissi's personal experience with solaris because the part about feeling replaced/stolen from with solaris' newest oc that xey've had an idea for "for ages" felt extremely familiar and i feel like if it happened to both of us, it's happened to others, too.

Thank you for coming forward with your story and providing more information. I have no doubt that there are still others who have stories to share. I appreciate you taking the time to share yours.

[dailyaudiobible]

04/19/2023 DAB Transcript

Joshua 19:1-20:9, Luke 19:28-48, Psalms 88:1-18, Proverbs 13:12-14

Today is the 19th day of April welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it is great to be here with you today as we gather yet again around the Global Campfire and take the next step forward together, which leads us back to where we left off, which leads us back into the book of Joshua. And we are at the point of…in Joshua where the different allotments of territory to the different tribes are being assigned. And, so, that's where we will continue until we get through that portion of Joshua. Today, Joshua chapters 19 and 20. 

Commentary:

Okay. Let's talk about God in tears, God crying today. And let's go into the book of Luke, because we see this…this tear filled seen in the gospel of Luke. We spent some time in Jericho, right, with the blind man, with Zacchaeus climbing up in the tree and we looked at those things. Now we’re moving into Jerusalem. And, so, Jesus has walked 18 miles from Jericho uphill pretty much the whole way up to Jerusalem. And we watched Him, you know, we watched the disciples go to get the donkey and He’s sitting on the donkey and riding in, and this is known as the…the triumphal entry and this is something that gets commemorated on Palm Sunday, which…which we observed earlier in this month. So, people are waving palm branches and putting their cloaks down in front of the donkey, and they've covered the donkey with cloaks that Jesus can sit on and they’re celebrating and their worshiping God and there saying hosanna to the son of David. They’re…they’re like celebrating. And then they get to the top of the Mount of Olives, crest the monologues, begin to come down the other side and that's when the scene changes. When you crest the Mount of Olives, kind of at that point on the ancient roads you're looking down over Jerusalem. You’re above it. You’re looking down at it. Even today it and it's…all its modern…modernity. When you Crest the Mount of Olive from that point you are looking down on the old city of Jerusalem down upon the Temple Mount. As I mentioned before, that's kind of the quintessential postcard view. And, so, when Jesus crested the Mount of Olives and began to work His way down the other side, He wouldn't have looked down upon the dome of the rock that is there now. He would've looked down upon the temple of the most-high God. That's where things switch because as the gospel of Luke says, He approached Jerusalem and saw the city and wept over it and said, “if you, even you had only known on this day what would bring you peace. But now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come upon you and your enemies will build an embankment against you and encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of God's coming to you.” We can read those words and go, well that’s harsh judgment, harsh prediction or we could understand that this is being said through tears. God in the person of Jesus is weeping as He says this. This isn’t harsh judgment. This is mourning over what could have been. And Jesus foretold of a time that would come where they would be walled in and under siege and…and that was…that was correct and it wouldn't take that long, a few decades later and the Romans were done with the…the Jewish uprising and revolts, and they came and absolutely completely destroyed Jerusalem. And from that point forward Jews weren't even allowed in that area, in that city. It was re-built to be a Roman city and Jews weren't even allowed for a long time. Jesus had come. God had come to show the ways of God's kingdom, a kingdom that the people were crying out for day and night, and He came to answer them. He was the answer and continually throughout his ministry He was revealing what they were looking for and the way to it. But they could not see any other way to overthrow the global superpower that was the Roman Empire short of a Messiah who would lead them in military revolt. And in mere days Jerusalem would chew Jesus up and spit him out as it were. The people that Jesus loved would reject Him, and not just marginalize Him, they would kill Him. And then within the next decades they would attempt the kind of revolt they were looking for the Messiah to lead and they did, and it did not work. The result was the absolute destruction of the holy city of Jerusalem, including the utter destruction of the temple. Once again, we have this fork in the road where we can see two different paths that lead in two different directions, understanding that there was a way to peace and the path to destruction was chosen. Can we at least acknowledge that we walk these paths as well? We might cry out to God for something that we need or some kind of circumstance to change or people to be moved in or out of our lives or anything that we strive after, and He may come, and He may answer, and He may try to rescue. But we’re so certain about what it is we need, and our assumptions and expectations are in the mix that we can't even see that He's trying to show us the way to peace. But we’re rejecting it in favor of this other idea that we think we've got to have. He…He might rescue us and we’re not even paying attention, which eventually leads us to think that He…He's not gonna help, because He's not gonna help. He’s not gonna obey us. We are to obey Him. And we miss it because we’re not even paying attention. And, so, we attempt to force our will onto the situation and create the environment that we wanted Him to make for us, which could very well be the path that leads to a complete downfall. The part here that's really penetrating and that should stop us in our tracks is that this…this circumstance, this kind of behavior is sad enough to make God cry. In the example from the gospel of Luke today it's a longing and a mourning for what could have been if they were just listening if they were just ready. What about us? What could've been if we had just been aware and ready? And is that the story we want to be telling here or do we just want to be alert, awake, observant and ready? If we want that then we have to set aside what we think we know. We have to set aside all of the expectations and come to God and say help, I surrender, show me the way to peace. I am willing. Let’s give it some time today to ruminate in our spirits. Let’s give it some thought today in just how much we aren't paying attention because we’re very very busy paying attention to ourselves.

Prayer:

Jesus, we invite You into this. We all have to agree that we know what it…what it means to go our own way. We know what it means to stop waiting on You, to stop trusting You to believe that You’re not going answer and so we gotta come through for ourselves. And very likely we have all experienced where that road can lead, and it can lead into some pretty bad and dark places. And, so, we begin by asking forgiveness. We also confess our repentance, which means we turn around and go a different way, that that way doesn't work, and we return to a willing heart and a submissive spirit to Your will and Your ways and Your leadership in our lives. Holy Spirit come lead us into all truth. This is our continual ask. This is our continual prayer, that You would lead us on the pathways of truth on the narrow path that leads to life, that You would be a light to our feet and illuminate our paths and show us when we are stepping in the wrong direction. We ask in Your precious name. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Coming soon…

[marisetcaelum]

❝ leave me out of thisss. i wish for no part of these idiotic affairss.. ❞

[wickedlittlepuppy]

❝ Free flying lessons~! ❞

[heavenshot]

{ itty bitty little tag dump, as you do—

[pxppinmolly-archived]

GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT-

[cleaverbilt]

“Skt'iih'ip.” She will not be forgetting last night.

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