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“You. Don’t. Know.”
A nods.
B exhales heavily. “Nothing?” They question through grit teeth.
A nods again.
“You know and have nothing,” B spits, hands griping the desk strongly. “Not a single idea, theory, best educated guess, or even something you plucked out of the sewers! Nothing?” The longer they speak, the more desperate their voice becomes.
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Thank you, shark. Much obliged, shark.
This part is written for @wisteriavines to 'Bad for Business' by Sabrina Carpenter
Every time Tim thinks there's no further extent of trouble to possibly push, Danny is right there to prove him wrong.
Sitting with him at Potions was one thing. Getting involved with his exploring escapades was another - the Room of Requirement was truly a marvel even if Tim had no use for it. Yet. Because he might have a few ideas about it for later. Getting to know the Weasley twins was on a whole different level: the duo, even if Gryffindor, were simultaneously the best and the worst kind of acquaintances to have. Between them, Lee Jordan - another Gryffindor prankster in training - and Steph and Danny, Tim was really not sure how they've not been expelled yet.
Then, there was Danny's weird sort of friendship with all the ghosts in the castle; they seemed to tolerate the boy far more than they did any other students. Tim decidedly didn't want to know why. Not because he thought Danny wouldn't explain it, no, he totally would, but Tim feared he would go permanently gray or lose his mind afterward, so he didn't risk it.
That's all not to mention Danny's ongoing battle of wits with Professor Snape and his 'purely educational' visits to Professor Kettleburn and Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwats' Gamekeeper. Tim had a strong suspicion that Danny used them both as a free pass into the Forbidden Forest, but, again, what Tim doesn't know he can't lay awake at night and obsessively worry about.
i write for myself not for comments but dear god getting comments does so remind me of the joy of writing and sharing something
“Do I regret it?” A repeats back, looking surprised at the question. They turn their gaze away, thinking their answer through carefully.
“I regret,” they begin quietly, measuring their words. “I regret that they were a just a child.”
“But,” they continue before anything else could be said. A turns back to look at B. “But do I regret killing C, specifically?”
They lean back with a heavy sigh. They lean back, entirely relaxed. They lean back, tilt their head to meet B’s gaze— and they smile.
“No.”
You know those Dimension Travel au’s that have the character wake up in alternate them’s body?
You know how that could be turned absolutely horrifying?
If the process of being ‘summoned’ into the new dimension and body looked something like stretched playdough — pulled apart, pushed together, pulled apart again and again until they settle into the body
It’s a painful experience of the two Persons unwillingly merging together
Wouldn’t it be kinda fucked up if a character discovers that their Mentor/Big Sibling Figure/Parental Figure is actually their little sibling (whom they haven’t seen in forever) that’s grown up and There because of time travel? But they only discovered this after the adult version’s death and upon reuniting with their little sibling?
(screw it what's a fun fact about yourself also @ people I'll go first I'm allergic to myself
Closing reblogs cause they're a bit long. Thanks for the @ @luniimunii27 !!
YOU GOT WHAT—A
I uhh, I sent one of my bullies to the hospital with a concussion when I was grade 3 and framed his friend for it and the adults all believed me.
Thanks for the tag!
You sent a bully to the what with a WHAT—
Since everyone seems to be more interesting than me, uhhhh, I once accidentally sent a death threat to a teacher I hated in 3rd grade, got sent to the principal’s office with minimal punishment, and then the next year, that same teacher was really nice to my little sister.
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Thanks for the tag!! :D
Ummm
Ok, o-k... uhm... I see that been chaotic gremlins is the theme of today so:
When I was in kindergarten (yes, kindergarten, around 4-5 y.o.) I hated it. So, as any kid that hates school I used to escape from school grounds and go to my mom's workplace (she worked like fifty meters away from the school). You have to understand that I am from México, a little town by the pacific ocean and it was the nineties. The school's wall was like a meter tall and the fence over it was cyclone mesh... so, yeah, it was pretty easy to break out from it, I just had to roll.
I still have a bump on my nose about 10 years later because I got hit in the face with an entire watermelon once.
Thank you for the tag!
My mother's reaction to my coming out was, word for word, "Did you hit your head so bad that you've gone crazy?" and, technically speaking, she's got it right on the first try because the first time I was ever introduced to sex-ed in general and LGBT+ specifically was by a very pretty goth girl during a hospital stay after I've got a fracture in my skull and a concussion. I think I was eleven or so at the time. Coincidentally, that girl was the one who enlightened me about the joys of fanfiction.
Thank you, pretty goth girl.
Also, I hit my head that time because the boy I liked pushed me off the slide, so maybe that played a part in my disappointment in men as well lol
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[Edit: oh, I got tagged two times in this, @pinklotushere , thank you for the tag, too!]
Thanks for the tag! Man, everyone is so much more interesting, hmm
No pressure! @starry-bi-sky @starwrighter @nerdpoe @purple-goo-writes
the most annoying stage of burnout is when i want to write, and i have the urge to write, and somewhere in my skull are the words that want to be written, but they have to get through the cursed minotaur maze first and nobody remembered to bring string
