#this one is such a mess

[del-stars]

mom, i'm tired, can i sleep at your house tonight? mom, is it alright if i stay for a year or two? mom, i'll be quiet, it would be just to sleep at night.

sirius is walburga's favorite child. when he is born, he is her favorite thing in the entire world. walburga holds the heir to the house of black, just hours old, who almost killed her as he tore his way out of her, and thinks mine, mine, mine. she spoils him with affection, never lets anyone hold him besides her. sirius is the one thing she has done right: she has made a son, and he is hers. she loves to dress him, loves to rock him to sleep, loves even to hear him cry because this thing needs her. she is needed. she is necessary. unconditionally, she is loved.

toddler sirius is obsessed with his mother-- hides in her skirts, screams every time she leaves the room. walburga absolutely revels in this attention. nothing has ever loved her this much before. he does whatever she wants, goes wherever she says, wears whatever she puts on him. he is infatuated with her, she can do no wrong in her eyes, and she wants him to stay this way. she cries at the signs of his aging: his growing hair, the teeth poking through his gums, the way he starts to waddle around the house. he can't grow. he can't change. walburga wants him to be small forever.

she hits him for the first time when he's four. because sirius has always done what he is told, he has always obeyed his mother, and then all of the sudden he's having fits and doesn't want to be touched. walburga doesn't understand, can't comprehend that he wasn't always going to be her little doll. for so long, he has still been a piece of her, and now he's developing his own mind and personality. he is becoming his own little person, and walburga feels herself fill with rage at the thought of that, because he is hers. he is a block of hardening clay, and walburga wants to be able to keep molding him forever.

and sirius tries. tries to make his mother happy, tries to play the part of a doll. he doesn't understand why his mother doesn't want to hold him anymore, why she looks at him with such abhorrence, sometimes. he wants to stop, knows that it's his fault she's acting this way, but he doesn't know how to. he doesn't know what he's doing wrong. he doesn't know what about himself to change.

and then sirius is sorted into gryffindor, and that's-- well, it's not right. it is not what he is supposed to have done. sirius, eleven and away from his mother for the first time, cries. he goes to dumbledore every day, begs to be put into slytherin. there's been a mistake. this isn't right. he listens to every howler he gets from his mother and wishes he could figure out what is wrong with him, so that he can fix it. he wants his mother to be happy. he wants to be loved again. much too late, he wants to be a piece of her again.

too late, because walburga begins to resent him, once he's sorted, once she realises he is an independent person that she is no longer able to control. he won't do everything she says, he will find people he loves more than her, he won't spend every waking moment with her. he's supposed to hate school, and yet he comes home babbling about how much fun he's had. sirius, who she made, who she nurtured, who is hers, enjoys his time away from his mother. walburga can tell, can see it in his eyes that he's done things she would disapprove of. sirius spends that entire summer after first year trying to be perfect, trying to win her affections back, but it is never enough.

sirius tries, and tries, and tries, and then he gives up. somewhere between his three missing fingernails and two broken ribs, he stops trying. his mother hates him, and he still doesn't quite know why. he really, really wishes this resignation makes it easier to leave. it doesn't. sirius packs his bags and lets them wait under his bed for several months. there are still days when he wants his mother.

they blame her, after he leaves. walburga black, who raised a rotten boy, who was never tough enough on him, who should have done better. they will never know how hard she tried, how desperately she tried to force him to change, how hard she cried when he left. even after he's gone, he is hers, hers, hers: her greatest love, her biggest failure.

[anomalykai]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[hinamie]

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[fishgills]

the 5g mcdonald’s DS waves attacking jirachi

[tiger-grace]

The Dark Knight, Batman, Mr. “I am the night” maintaining his mystery even while revealing his identity in a justice league meeting:

The JL: Bruce Wayne?!

His wayward children, who have scheduled a “Brucie Wayne” funniest moments and scandals compilation to kick on in about 30 seconds on the monitor:

The JL: … bruce wayne

[mikkeneko]

PSA for Google Docs writers

[Edit] Also for Firefox, as per @essayofthoughts in the notes: https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/delete-g-docs-type-to-insert/

If you (like me) use Google Doc to write fanfic, you may (like me) have been annoyed by the new "feature" they added in the past few weeks, "Smart Chips," where by default every time you open a new line it auto-inserts a "@" symbol and then prompts to add additional people into the doc for review or whatever other useless thing I immediately closed out of.

There doesn't appear to be a way to turn off this "feature" in GDocs however someone has put out an extension that nixes it:

[mumblesplash]

(teaching my art class)

me: and what’s the number one rule when designing characters with wings? …well?

a handful of students, sighing reluctantly: no good fa-

me (interrupting them): NO good-faith attempts at realism, EVER. you want all the bird dweebs and physicists jumping ship as EARLY AS POSSIBLE so they’re not around to cinemasins your ass when you get to the cool parts of your story, and…ugh, what now, gerald

gerald (my least favorite student): why not just do some minimal research instead of-

me: listen you little shit i can and will singlehandedly tank your 4.0 gpa

[eva-birdman-art]

Blasting Sad FM

[solidwater05]

I dreamed that I was in a clothing store of sorts, and it was organized in various continuous square rooms. Like, you entered from the south and it was the t-shirt room, you continued to the north and it was the coat room, and so on. I think I reached the end? Idk. The rooms were pretty miserable, with faded blue paint and exposed structural supports in the ceiling (actually there was no ceiling lmao)

I tried to put together an outfit and I tried some boots that didn't fit me. Instead of leaving them there for someone else, I was told to put them away.

Suddenly I was in my parking lot putting them under my dad's (parked) car. Niki and Cocción, who are two cats I know irl, appeared and started demanding to be pet. They're very cute so of course I pet them

I don't remember how the scenery changed but eventually I ended up in a town with a grey vibe/color scheme. My dad was with me. There was a weird truck with some sort of claw, it was meant to be some sort of heavy machinery but it looked more like two lamp posts attached together so it went up and then back down, and it had a claw at the very end. It looked like those from claw machines I think

My dad and I (and I think my brother too?) were familiar with that town and we knew that it had like, secret water hoses that randomly turned on and sprayed hot water everywhere to deter criminals?

Dad was asked to check one of them because the water was cold. He just left it on until it got hot again

The scene changed again, and Shady, like, the guy from Punctuationverse, was a normal person who owned a house

And he was temporarily modifying it with stuff like the thick foam carpets they use on playgrounds to create a specific scene for a very elaborate.. thing. Some sort of roleplay that behaved like a Minecraft map, because Shady did things like use a specific object to get some cool particles and then hide the source of said particles to get the desired effect

The final result was a dark room located outside of Shady's house (it did look like it was made out of foam carpet). At the end of whatever sequence they were following, they got sucked into a (fake) portal. That was planned and was supposed to take them to the next part of the map, but I didn't get to see what it was

Then I was on Tumblr and my For You tab was showing me a lot of BPD memes. And then I went back to Shady's house, on the inside this time, and there were a bunch of people talking about things they used as pretend guns when they were children. Memorable examples include a fucking lamp. (To be fair, the specific one from the dream was surprisingly gun-like, for a lamp)

The same person who said they used a lamp said something about v2 from Ultrakill, but the context evades me. Something about being fictionkin I think...? Idk. Everything with this person was in first person POV btw

They grabbed some sort of fake crystal ball that clouded up when you picked it up/pressed a button, and you had to shake it for it to clear up and reveal your fortune. And they got that they're cursed. It was unclear if they were already cursed and the ball revealed it, or if the ball cursed them.

It was revealed in the form of a weird ad-like png btw. It just said 'you're cursed!'. This is vital to the vibes.

They were incredibly concerned so they put the ball back on the table and walked away

[mayomkun]

Our hometown's in the dark

[chloesimaginationthings]

Jeremiah and Mike’s first conversation in FNAF 2

[jameszmaguire]

I think it would be better for everyone if I were to be left alone in the future. Don't you?

[st4r-t3ars]

The Archivist ver. 2