#what’s zero drinking?

[jellyfishsempai]

☀️ Sun Showers ☀️

[iaminsideyourwalls]

food for all you scout haters out there in the audience tonight i guess?

[choccy-milky]

bruh i need to vent about a rude comment i got on my recent chap and also about clora, cuz its something thats been on my mind for a while now. it has spoilers to my most recent chap tho so im putting it below

so in my most recent chap clora gets hit by the killing curse but thanks to seb sacrificing himself for her, it doesn’t work/she survives. and I got a rly rude comment about how that’s super cringe and that clora is a "shoe horning of every possible manifestation of Mary-Sueism I have ever seen." theyre dropping my fic after almost 500k words bc apparently THAT’S where they draw the line and that "just somehow pulling it out the bag and surviving a killing curse from the power of love. In simpler terms, it’s absolutely cringe worthy" and "forgive me if I rolled an eye at the yet again invincible nature of Clora Clemons-the-one-eighth-Veela-extraordinaire"

BUT LIKE LMAO TELL ME U DIDN’T READ/WATCH HARRY POTTER WITHOUT TELLING ME. that’s literally what happens to harry??but its only cringe when it happens to our "mary-sue" clora? like yeah sure love magic might be a bit cringe but IM LITERALLY JUST PULLING FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL. of all the things to take issue with in my fic and interpretations, theyre taking issue with something that’s canon BAHAHA.

and since im on the topic of clora being mary sue can I just say I hate the misogyny/internalized misogyny that i've seen some people (NOT A LOT, THANKFULLY) treat her with. like i get it, im not pale and blonde and as conventionally pretty as clora is, but even if I was, is that a reason to hate me?? and does being beautiful and well-liked = mary sue? bc as far as I know, mary sue is a chara who is just naturally amazing at everything and doesnt need to try hard and theyre just inexplicably great for no reason (like mc in the base game BAHHAA) if anything the mary sue in MY fic is seb LMAO (but hes a boy so its ok). like clora has worked hard and studied magic all her life due to being a squib and wanting to make up for not being able to DO it. she isnt good at flying, seb is still better at her than duelling, shes really short sighted when it comes to doing/thinking whats best for others and can be a huge idiot.... and like. the only guys that have even shown interest in clora on a real scale have been seb and leander (and then lawley for blackmail purposes, and also bc he hates seb) so its not like literally everyone is falling over themselves for her?? like her interactions with the main cast of boys (ominis, garreth, amit) theyre all indifferent to her LMAO but still, the fact that shes pretty and guys here and there might look at her and go o shes cute! doesnt make her a mary sue SORRy thats just called being attractive idk its just annoying that ppl automatically see a nice kind beautiful female character without any VISIBLE flaws and go SHES TOO PERFECT!! MARY SUE!! WAH IM JEALOUS! and like I get it bc when I was younger I probs would have been annoyed by clora as well due to my own insecurities and internalized misogyny but hey, how about u just realize that’s ur own problem and your own jealousy, and not a real one HAHAH anyway ive since evolved bc I used to be a ‘not like other girls’ type girl back in highschool. trying to be super tomboy-y bc I thought being feminine was cringe and too basic but now ive embraced it and love girly things and dresses and charas like clora who are still strong and showcase their strengths and weaknesses in subtler ways, and I want to smooch her and make out with her. get behind me clora ill protect you���🤺🤺

[sammygender]

i’ve never been as angry on behalf of a character as i am for sam winchester

[dreadfuldevotee]

when people say they want "a full loumand sex scene" like what do you expect. the difference between the loumand scenes and the loustat scenes is not as dramatic as I feel some people make it out to be. Like, the main difference is that Lestat took every chance he could to be ass naked in front of Louis. But atp this is no real precedent to expect actual ass clapping on camera.

[luc1ferian]

Okay what if Fordthur and Fordpher met.

[misquideadghost]

[soullessjack]

boycott fatigue is actually the stupidest fucking thing ever because how in the ever loving fuck are you experiencing “fatigue” from not going to Starbucks. how is not watching rushed cgi on disney+ and not eating a breaded slime nugget at McDonald’s “fatiguing” you. genuinely how fucking dare this even exist as a concept. entire bloodlines, children, newborns are dying slow and bloody and all of these companies are giving Israel the money to do that. they’re using YOUR fucking money to do this. and look, practically every war has been funded out of our pockets by a means we can’t fight around. almost all of the food and drink we have in the states is owned by some large corporation that makes it fucking impossible to not give them money because they are the sole providers. I understand there are some things we can’t boycott because of our own needs. but this isn’t basic needs that we are being asked to boycott. it’s fucking Disney+ and McDonald’s and Starbucks and a whole slew of luxuries that you’re not only capable of living without, but would actually be better off entirely without.

there’s been a lot of talk about how privileged we are to only be witnessing this human rights atrocity through phones or news and being able to get away from it with a button click and that’s entirely real, but the fact that somebody out here just felt soooo inconvenienced by not going to a drive thru for overpriced garbage that they literally coined the phrase “boycott fatigue,” is probably the biggest load of privileged dog shit I’ve seen in the past few days. do you want to know who’s actually experiencing fatigue right now? the millions of displaced families in Gaza without homes anymore. without any clean water to drink because it’s either been poisoned by the Israelis or contaminated with their peoples’ blood. the children without enough food to get by, or without any food at all. the injured and sick and disabled Palestinians who don’t have access to any medical aid for themselves because their hospitals and fuel trucks are being bombed. these people who have absolutely nothing but each other, and not even that in the worst circumstances, who can only keep walking for days on end, hungry and thirsty and in pain and unable to do anything about it. that is real fucking fatigue.

I understand we’re all seeing war crimes and death and atrocities that nobody should ever have to see and yes it’s difficult to process, but the people of Palestine are experiencing these atrocities in real time, every day, every hour. every ten fucking minutes a child dies. They aren’t even asking for help anymore. They’re only asking to be witnessed and remembered and for us to stop going to places that actively fund their deaths and you’re saying you just can’t because you’re exhausted by not going to that place? I know we’re all born and raised in a consumerist hellscape but you seriously need to get a fucking reality check if offering the bare minimum support to a dying people is ‘fatiguing’ to you. Jesus fucking Christ.

[mo-ok]

Toku Summer Day 3 - Fruit

Strawberries are stubborn like that. If you don't give them a hand they don't even turn red. Magiranger ep3: Ride the Magical Dragon

[kobbers]

more silly Discord shenanigans...

[rainingincale]

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[sadkachow]

me: so yeah i feel super dizzy and lightheaded when i stand up and also just at random times of the day and also my heart just starts pounding randomly and it skips a beat randomly at least once a day and im also experiencing these other small things that i realized probably arent normal

the cardiologist: yeah, your heart’s beating too fast, but that’s just Normal Teenager Things™️! probably just like dehydration or something lol

[invinciblerodent]

making the decision on who to back for Archon is...

ngl, it feels a little different now, from the way they perhaps intended when they were writing that quest

[pollen]

letting myself unmask has been so nice at times because i'm seeing my boyfriend express joy much more readily too. who knew me being expressive and all that would do so much good!!!

[daughterofhecata]

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[urfavvastridd]

Holaaa

So, I was bored one day and wrote this lol I’m not really one for writing imagines, but I felt like giving it a go and this is what came of it! Had nowhere else to post it, so you guys get it lmao

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“Honey, honey”

Sebastian Sallow song imagine

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“Guess what I found.”

My brows furrow as my eyes snap over to Poppy. We’re sitting in the common room, just relaxing after a long day, and Poppy decided that she wanted to speak to me. My heart leaps into my throat when I spot my leather bound journal clutched in her hands with a wild grin forming on her lips.

“Where did you get that —“

“It was just lying open on your bed for any old soul to read it,” Poppy answered in an enthused tone as she flips the book open to a random page. However, judging by the spark in her eyes, there’s a chance she remembered that very page just to torture me. “There’s a lot of good stuff in here, by the way.”

I slowly rise to my feet, preparing myself to snatch it out of her hands. “Poppy, don’t you dare —“

“Specifically about a certain Slytherin boy,” she teases, wiggling her brows at me, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek as an intense heat creeps onto my cheeks.

“Please give it back,” I mutter, but she simply lets out a laugh as she jumps to her feet.

“Honey, honey, how he thrills me!” Poppy begins reading the journal out loud for the whole Common Room to hear. All of my deep, dark secrets that I’ve kept to myself for so long are finally coming out, and I can’t seem to stop her. I race towards her, making a grab for my journal, but she ducks under my arm and rounds the large yellow couch in front of the fireplace. “Honey, honey, nearly kills me,” she continues reading in a sort of sing-song voice as she presses the book to her chest and sends me a dramatic look. A giggle slips past her lips as I round the couch to get to the book. However, she moves too fast for me. She makes a dart for the door of the Common Room while continuing to read out what I’ve written. “I’ve heard about him before. I wanted to know some more… and now I know what they mean. He’s a love machine — Oh, he makes me dizzy!”

“Poppy Sweeting, you get back here!” I exclaim while chasing her to the door of the Common Room. She makes a sort of squealing noise as she skips over a pile of books someone left lying on the floor.

“Not a chance! This is too good,” she replies playfully, sparing a glance over her shoulder as she sprints out of the Common Room and into the corridor. She finds where she left off, turns on her heel to face me, and wiggles her brows at me again. “Honey, honey, let me feel it!” She recites. I growl under my breath and make another grab for the book. Unfortunately, I seem to be too slow for her, and she makes a run for the staircase leading up to the school corridors. “Honey, honey, don’t conceal it,” she continues, her voice carrying up the stairs, and a knot forms in my stomach as I sprint up the stairs to catch her. She stops and faces me just as I reach the top of the stairs. “The way that you kiss goodnight! The way that you hold me tight… I feel like I wanna see… when you do your,” she pauses, squinting down at the page, and I let out a heavy breath as I plant my hands on my knees. Her eyes go wide, and her surprised and amused gaze shoots up to meet mine. “Thing!”

“Please, Poppy, you’ve had your fun. Give it back,” I practically beg her, but she just bounces on her toes before spinning around and continuing down the corridor. I groan, throwing my head back and rolling my eyes in frustration. I know what will happen if somebody else gets their hands on that book. With Poppy, it’s not so bad. I won’t hear the end of it, but she’d give it back eventually without telling anyone else. The other students, however, are not that kind.

I chase her all the way through to the hall outside the library. There are too many students here for my liking. Poppy stops at the bottom of the stairs. I’m just about to reach her when she spots Natsai sitting on the edge of the fountain reading a book. Just as I reach my hand out to grab Poppy, she darts over to Natsai and plops herself down beside the poor girl.

“Honey, honey. Touch me, darling!” Poppy reads teasingly. She nudges her shoulder into Natsai’s, causing her eyes to snap up from the book she’s reading, and Natsai’s brows furrow as she leans over to get a closer look at my journal. I sigh, knowing there's a very slim chance that I can actually stop them, and I lower my eyes to my feet as Natsai shoots a shocked glance up at me. “Honey, honey. Hold me, darling!”

“Poppy —“

Just as I take a step closer, Poppy jumps up from her seat, and she shoots me a beaming grin as she begins to move around the fountain.

“You look like a Quidditch star,” Poppy continues as Natsai sprints past me to get another look at the pages. I narrow my eyes at the two of them as I move closer. They’re moving towards the door that leads out to the courtyard. If I can’t stop them now, there’s a very high chance that we’ll bump into the very Slytherin boy that I’m talking about in my journal. “I love just who you are —“

“Love?” Natsai questions before smirking at me. “My, my, Valerie. Who is this boy you’re talking about?”

“Darling, to say the least… you’re a dog on,” Poppy pauses again. I cringe, knowing exactly which word comes next, and I watch in despair as Natsai and Poppy share a wide-eyed glance with each other. “Beast!”

I roll my eyes as they both share a laugh. Glancing around, I notice some of the students have peered over to see what all the fuss is about. Trying to hide the heat burning in my cheeks, I shake my head towards Natsai and Poppy. “You are both dead!”

“You’ll have to catch us first!” Poppy squeals.

I sigh. With a small burst of energy flooding my veins, I make a dart towards them, and I barely brush my fingers across the spine of my journal when they turn and sprint for the doors leading out to the courtyard. I have no choice but to follow them. The doors fly open, shocking Professor Weasley — who is standing directly behind them. A strong gust of wind causes her to stumble, and she lets out a small noise of surprise as she watches the three of us race past her. Then, just as we reach the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, she shouts at us to be careful. Poppy turns on her heel to face me once more.

“Honey, honey, how you thrill me!” She reads out, poking her head out from behind the statue in the middle of the fountain. She turns her back to me, letting out a dramatic sigh, and she presses the back of her hand against her forehead while pretending to faint. “Honey, honey, nearly kill me!”

I’ve had enough of this. With another growl leaving my lips, I rush towards her and try to snatch the book from her hands. However, just as I round the fountain to catch her, I bump into a tall, muscly frame. I stumble back while muttering an apology.

“Watch where you’re going, Kingsley. Almost knocked me flat there,” a voice that makes my stomach churn reaches my ears. My eyes go wide, my entire face burns, and I reluctantly lift my eyes from my feet to see the one and only Sebastian Sallow grinning down at me. The chuckle he lets out sends a fluttering through my chest. His honey-coloured eyes flicker between me, Poppy and Natsai, and his brows crease as he catches sight of the journal in Poppy’s hands. “What on Earth are you three doing, anyway?”

My eyes snap over to Poppy. She glances down at the journal, probably wondering if she should show him the journal, but I send her a pleading expression as her gaze finds mine. I don’t want him to know about the things I've written in that book. I’d rather tell him myself — when I’m ready to. Poppy realises this, and, thankfully, she resists the urge to simply toss him the journal and show him all of the embarrassing things I’ve written about him.

“Nothing,” she lies, sending a wave of relief flooding my veins. She shuts the book, hides it behind her back, and sends Sebastian a sickly sweet smile while tilting her head to the side. “Just a bit of banter,” she assures him as his eyes shift back to me. “Nothing special, really.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, seemingly unconvinced. However, he decides not to push it further, and he turns to me while flashing me a crooked smile. “Don’t forget — you promised to help me study for Professor Weasley’s test.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” I say with a heavy breath of relief slipping past my lips. He dips his head towards me as he places a hand on my arm.

“Good,” he replies. “I'll see you outside the library later.”

I nod. “See you there.”

He spares a second to send a smile over to Poppy and Natsai before walking away. I watch him stride towards the doors leading into the castle, just listening to my heartbeat thumping in my ears, and I send a sideways glance to Natsai and Poppy as they continue to read through my journal while giggling to themselves. I pull out my wand and aim it at the book.

“Accio!”

The book flies into my open palm. I close it, place my wand back into my pocket, and send the two of them a pointed glare as they feign innocence.

“You two are so dead.”

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“I heard about you before…

I wanted to know some more.

Now, I’m about to see…

What you mean to me.”