#which would be a fucking miracle

[abstractdiagram]

Since I am actually getting a couple of hits on this on Tumblr and I don’t want to post willy-nilly chapter hopping on Ao3 yet, I will post the (very short) Tomarry story prologue I have. It’s subject to change and revision and downright deletion but. I like the feedback I’m getting and it makes me want to see where this goes. So far I’m just writing what all the characters are telling me. I had an idea. They’re like “nah, that’s not it” and they’re off and running. @zenyteehee I’m tagging you as always because I adore you and appreciate your time and attention. (Still singing Breakeven at work and it’s been like two hours!)

August 1st, 2005

Harry finally extricated himself from the rowdy group of birthday well-wishers. Ron had, thankfully, taken on the wrangling of two of the more rambunctious younger Aurors and was in the process of helping them make their stumbling way to a safe apparition point. Hermione had helped gracefully clear out the rest of their Hogwarts cohorts - Neville and Luna had been easy to convince, their attention having been on one another for most of the night. George had left earlier, not saying but everyone knowing that the celebration was hard for him without his twin, but he’d made a valiant effort. Having given hugs all around to those remaining and promising to see them all soon, Harry left the pub and headed out to muggle London.

Breathing in deeply. he relaxed his shoulders and sighed. He wasn’t famous out here. It wasn’t a famous birthday for a celebrated Auror out here. He was just Harry. Sometimes it was good to be just Harry.

London was surprisingly busy at 2:30 in the morning. Some of the pubs had closed and others were preparing to close so lots of drunken muggle foot traffic peppered the streets. He almost wished it was raining so the streets would be more clear. Almost. He walked along taking easy strides, not really headed anywhere except not here.

He didn’t want to go to Grimmauld Place yet. It was a far cry better than it had been in the old days. But it still never felt like home. Kreacher had passed earlier in the year, leaving the place empty. They had become accustomed to one another and more than civil. Almost friendly. When the old elf had failed to turn up one morning Harry had found him curled in his kitchen cupboard with his copy of Regulus’ locker cradled to his chest. Harry buried him in the back yard, as he had buried Dobby, by hand and with a small grave marker denoting “Kreacher, a good and loyal elf.” He didn’t believe in much religion but he hoped that if there was an afterlife that Kreacher would be with his beloved Master Regulus again.

His mind wandered, thinking about the last seven years of his life. He’d been busy since the war. He’d returned to Hogwarts as one of the few and famed 8th years. He’d helped rebuild and re-ward Hogwarts. He had attended funerals and memorials and tributes. He’d passed his NEWTs tolerably well, had completed training, become an Auror as he had planned way back in year five.

Ron had become an Auror as well but after finally marrying Hermione when they turned 22 he’d turned down a lot of field work and did more background work. Harry was sure that several of his brilliant connections and discoveries had more to do with illicit sharing of secret information with Hermione than Ron’s deduction skills but who was he to say a word.

Hermione worked with the ministry in a newly appointed Muggle Liaison position. She was currently lobbying for the introduction of the Wizarding world earlier in a child’s life than their eleventh birthdays, citing her own surprise induction and near disbelief of the situation as evidence. Why give a child (and their families) less than a year – less than a month or even a week in some cases – to become used to not only being magical but becoming part of a whole secret world AND being asked to essentially attend a hidden boarding school away from everyone and everything they know.

Up ahead at the corner, two women were tittering and wobbling on their heels. Their bright laughter echoed down the street. He quirked a half smile. They seemed like they were having a good night. He slowed his approach, not wanting to be alarming, but they didn’t notice him at any rate. When he was three yards away their signal changed and they stumbled and giggled their way into the zebra crossing. His instincts and reflexes flared a moment later.

To the ladies’ left a car came barreling down the road. Without thinking Harry bolted into the street, pushing himself to make it in time. He hit the ladies square in their backs, forcing them forward and onto their knees and hands on the far side of the street while the car that had run the light slammed into his side.

He didn’t hear the women screaming. He didn’t see the flashers of the EMS or the shell shocked man being dragged from his drivers seat as he stuttered, “‘E came outta nowhere! I swear!” He didn’t feel it as he was hustled away into an ambulance bound for hospital.

The next day a muggle newspaper ran a small story about an unknown man that had saved two women from being run down by a drink-driver in the wee hours. The Daily Prophet ran a front page story “The Boy Who Lived Twice Nearly Killed by Muggle Vehicle!”

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[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Fuck anyone who makes jokes about a crash that literally sent a driver to hospital.

Max's crash at Silverstone is the third most severe crash we've had in F1 in the past five years (most severe being Grosjean's in Bahrain 2020, followed by Zhou's in Silverstone 2022).

Additionally, the fact he was sent to the hospital at all is significant as Silverstone has its own medical facility on the grounds. It says everything that even as a precautionary measure, Max (+ Alex & Zhou the following year) was sent to the nearest hospital instead.

Do not for a single second take a driver walking away from a severe crash for granted. Sometimes, the miracles don't happen. Sometimes, a driver doesn't walk away unscathed. You do not want to be watching when the worst-case scenario becomes a real possibility, or worse; a reality.

If the like from Lando's dad is real... I have nothing else to say, from the bottom of my heart; FUCK YOU!

[pageofheartdj]

I feel like my shipping is like pokemon xD

They have two branches of evolution after it developed into multishipping! It stays that way or evolves into polyshipping xD

[doctorwhoisadhd]

ATTACK DOG GWENNNNNNN

[theokusgallery]

#if you had any hope nick could ever be redeemable here's your sign that that's just not gonna happen

Bold of you to assume we don't want to make him worse

LMAO that's the spirit

[darklight-owl]

"How has Layton not snapped from all the trauma" because his story is that of grief and acceptance. He's known pain and has suffered from it but after many years he learned to move on because life will continue whether he wants it to or not so he may as well make the most of it. He carries the painful memories with him but is also capable of seeing the beauty in life. He cries for his loved ones who have died but appreciates the people he has in his life now. Layton is an amazing character BECAUSE he hasn't snapped.

[nerdyfangirlingbooks]

I've had a stupid merlin au idea stuck in my head for days now and I know I'll never get around to writing it the way I want it written but I kinda wanna try anyway even though I am 100% of the target audience

[fourswords]

in my free time i'm typing out a little post-adventure of link story from loz 1 zelda's perspective on link bringing this OTHER princess zelda who was apparently asleep for centuries (and thank you SO much for the WARNING that he was going to be DOING this, IMPA [<-entirely sarcastic]) back to the castle and the acclimatization of everyone to the whole situation and it's genuinely so fun. loz 1 zelda's standing there like alright how do i gently break it to my relative from the distant peaceful past that she has to learn how to fight in this time period or she's going to get ripped to shreds by monsters. and then she says exactly that and when aol zelda predictably looks mildly freaked out about the subject and is just standing there internally screaming like yep! okay! sure! death and destruction is rampant in this world and it kind of makes me wish i'd never woken up at all! when do fighting lessons start! loz 1 zelda is just standing there like. hm. was that not gentle enough. i feel like that wasn't gentle enough.

[nerdynikki94]

Honestly? Did I want more from DTAMHD? Yes, I did. I wanted something signifying actual progression for Dennis' character (even just a crumb of genuine growth) , and I sincerely don't think we got that. However... we did get a fascinating insight into the process of his mind. Dennis' level of self-denial is so ironic and profound. He can't acknowledge the inevitability that he's middle-aged.

(I swear this episode honestly has given me an alt hc, that the show is based in his mind; because logistically, a man of his lifestyle and malnourishment could not commit the feats he is constantly sailing through. TGGB & DTAMHD... back-to-back? What happened to his hand? Did he even sprain it? Or is he just the most dramatic brat in the gang - clearly the latter.)

It is important to note that he didn’t fix the actual problem. He momentarily masked the symptoms, but ignore long-term help with blood pressure medicine is not going to fix the issue, nor is it going to protect him from fucking keeling over in a stressful situation (when he's not in a contained and quiet Doctor's exam room) and his blood pressure spikes.

I'm honestly a little jaded at this point (16 Fucking Seasons of crumbs, y'all), but if one were to continue 'trusting the structure' this episode conveyed a lot.

The B Plot: The pressure cooker. The metaphor parallels the building pressure Dennis quick-tempered bouts of rage. So, to toss out a little 'cat-in-the-wall' conjecture here: The pressure cooker is Dennis, but we all saw him eat that bloody diamond in the end and we all heard Mac's speech about coal turning into diamonds under massive pressure. Dennis' experience is a theory of pressure, he daydreams it all in the span of a minute or so. He's roleplaying with hypothetical obstacles. There's no risk. Maybe Dennis, isn't the pressure cooker, but the coal.

If I were to try and take anything hopeful out of this episode, it would be the way the narrative is showing us that this episode acknowledged that Dennis isn't ready yet. It's not his turn to break. It's going to take real, substantial pressure to get that diamond.

It was a hell of a misdirect (and honestly a little bit of a slap in the face), but if these characters live in the real world, where people are bound by the laws of mortality, then Dennis should have his time.

Genuinely, who fucking knows?

I'm not hating on the episode. We all know this is the trashy dick joke sitcom. I just thought that if Mac & Charlie could have moments of genuine heartbreak, culminating in deep catharsis, that maybe Dennis could have that too.... but no.

Can't wait to see the sunny dudebros miss the point & proclaim Dennis Reynolds - SA victim, traumatized individual with an emotionally tumultuous personality disorder - the new Andrew Tate.

I'm sorry, but yeah. I'm a little miffed. It was all a dream, and everything goes Dennis' way. Y'all I'm fucking tired. This was a great episode for Glenn, but a fucking frustrating episode for Dennis. I may have wanted a little macden, but all I cared about was seeing Dennis face the limitations of his mortality, to see that he's failing his body and his brain. He didn't have to actually take the medicine (I wouldn't expect him to), but Goddammit, everything seems to work out in his delusional favor. So, of course he's going to continue being delusional, and probably only change for the worse.

I'll say it: I wanted a broken Dennis, and we did not get that. He didn't even crack, the unbearble and apparently now canonical Golden God. That episode's title was intended to tease sunnyblr.

Excuse the plethora of tags. I just kept getting more irritated.

[starrysharks]

i usually just post about reassassination and ultimate excalibur alongside less developed stories/universes but brother i have a LOT of stuff that i either hardly talk about or never talk about at all publicly ,,, mostly because they don't have any character designs done yet 💀

[queen-mabs-revenge]

ok but one of the joys of good omens: putting your favorite historical figure in the 'other tags to include' field on ao3 for funsies

[moteldogs]

so I’ve been working on my fight/flight/freeze because I’m wired very strongly to freeze and that gets me into situations I don’t like being in. anyways today my coworker hid behind a corner and jumped out at me and instead of flinching out of my skin and then freezing, I flinched out of my skin and yelled “jesus fucking christ” and hit him (not too hard. workplace appropriate blow to the shoulder). which felt like a win for the startled rabbit that is my brain

[davinaclare]

you know how i said in an older post that i probably deleted how it wasn't worth it to feel this amount of stress and anxiety to go to a dinner party where i would probably get ignored the whole night anyway? yeah... i was right. i could have dropped dead at any point and nobody would have noticed. expect my "friend" who kept leaving me her purse. i love being a coat hanger.

[silverislander]

so after the prof cancelling like 8 classes in old english, losing quizzes and assignments and grades, never making expectations clear, barely explaining what he was teaching, etc, we didn't complete all of the things on the syllabus and i don't think i can. calculate my grade going into the exam?

there's supposed to have been 9 quizzes with the lowest mark of that 9 dropped; at my best count there was 6 and i have no idea if we can still expect that lowest drop

there was supposed to be two tests and no exam, but i suppose the exam is the second test bc having an exam was his plan from the start and the dept wouldn't allow it so he's doing it via loophole + we did do one test already

we completed 2 translations as expected but i won't have the second one returned before the final exam is due, so no idea how i did on that since i felt ok abt the first one and only got a 50

i also don't have my essay back, which was like 20% and the only thing i've felt confident abt all semester

multiple quizzes and assignments were returned with random numbers on them with no indication of what they were out of (i was given a quiz back with "12" written on the top? 12 out of what? 12%?)

can't find half of the quizzes- i don't think i even have them. i have 1, 3 and 6. we were emailed some of the marks, so they might be in my inbox somewhere? but i don't have the physical quizzes and can't use them to review or like. learn from them

also the prof is out of province rn i think. this is the third time this semester. so i can't meet w him to check up on this

like i need a 65 average in every course to stay in honours, if this course fucked it all up for me i'll lose it i really will. i THINK i'm over that but i have no fucking clue. and not to catastrophize but if i don't get a 65 i can't do my essay next semester and everything is completely set up for me to go do that already, and ofc then i won't graduate in spring and won't get the degree i worked my ass off and paid a fucking exorbitant amt of money for that i am almost finished. i hate this fucking school man

[kurthorton-moving]

this isnt an au ive talked ab on the dash much its mostly been written on discord but i am thinking heavily about the au where kurt spends his entire teenage years kidnapped and finally escapes a little while after he turned eighteen and the way he has to adjust to the shift in his life from being hostage and conditioned into the lifestyle he lived vs freedom and rediscovering the world and more importantly rediscovering himself

[vogelmeister]

its 1am and after a long hard think I’ve decided that it’s actually kinda sad that i feel some of my older more conservative relatives can’t read goud or see it of anything becomes of it