If I was in a lucid dream with a ghost, I would simply impress them with my blunt rolling skills

jegulus incorrect quotes

* James is asleep on the couch next to Regulus in the Slytherin common room*

Barty: Didn’t he just finish his fourth cup of coffee before he fell asleep?

Regulus: Fifth. But for James, caffeine is like taking a sleeping pill

Barty: Isn’t that very common for people with ADHD?

Regulus: Your point being?

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Gluestick

“And I shall name him Gluestick,” Skizz announced proudly as he took his new horse by the reigns. The animal didn’t seem to care much for the name, he just wanted the carrots Skizz had pocketed a few moments ago.

“… why?” Impulse just asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Your first horse on the Server could be named anything and you name it Gluestick?”

“You heard me correctly,” Skizz proudly said, patting his new animal friend on the neck. “And he shall be the loveliest of horses to have ever existed.”

“Sounds like a horse that’s slow,” Grian noted, who had also decided to come along for whatever reason. Maybe he had finally have enough of his fishing endeavors. Maybe he wanted to make fun of Skizz, who knew. “Like it’s glued to the ground or something.”

“Don’t say that about dear Gluestick,” Skizz said, jumping in to defend his horse. “He’s very sensitive.”

“You’ve had him for ten seconds!”

“And those have been the best ten seconds of my life I’ll have you know,” Skizz said, sticking to the bit. He wasn’t going to let his friends talk him into renaming his horse already. Sure, he could’ve named him something conventional like Thunder or Racey McFast but this was way more fun. This was a name that would… well, stick with people. The Hermits would know this was his horse, not just some animal named and abandoned in the wilderness.

“I – never mind, I’m going to stop arguing,” Grian said, giving in and pulling his fishing rod from his inventory. His own horse, Pluto, had been impatiently waiting and tied to a fence. Seeing his owner pull out the rod made him think they were about to move again and he pulled on his restrains.

“Calm down Pluto,” Grian muttered. “Yes, we’re going back. No, I won’t try giving you fish again. Gluestick is going to be your new neighbor, get used to it.”

Grian hopped smoothly on his horse after setting it free from the fence. Pluto was a fast one, Skizz had seen Grian ride around on it plenty. He crossed another Hermit on a horse, who was happy to join Impulse and Skizz.

“A new friend!” it had been Bdubs on his own horse. Climb 10 was, as far as Skizz was aware, the fastest amongst all the horses they had tamed. Skizz didn’t expect anything less from Bdubs, honestly. “You’ve found your steed, Skizz. What did you name them?”

“Gluestick,” Skizz answered proudly. Impulse sighed, resting his head in his hand. Bdubs eyes started to shine, just like the big smile that appeared on his face.

“A worthy name!” he exclaimed. “Strong, recognizable, everything a noble steed deserves! Oh come here, buddy, have you found a new home? Serve my friend well, alright, don’t go slow on him!”

“I’m surrounded by idiots,” Impulse muttered into his hand, which Skizz thought was a given at this moment.

“He looks fast, Skizz,” Bdubs had already walked to the side of Gluestick and started to scratch his but. Gluestick seemed to like it, stretching out his neck to make a funny face by lifting his lips. Skizz laughed, as he had never seen a horse do that. “His coat glows, his tail is nice and full and – wait, are those shingles?”  

What Zim going to do with SpongeBob body parts ?

better question what wouldn't he do if given a chance

This is sorta dumb but I love long, kind of shitty overcomplicated franchises like Saw and Scream bc you go to the theater and just know everyone else there is as much of a freak about those movies as you are. No normal person who knows nothing about a lore-heavy ongoing series is gonna look at the poster for the 34th installment and go "yeah whatever id like to watch that". Its so funny seeing fans cheer and whoop and cry at the screen bc billy fuckin loomis is back inside some 20 yo's head or Mark "Whoreman" Hoffman appeared for half a minute in The Bathroom to say "epic bad luck" and cut to black

Surprise he’s still here causing havoc 2 years later!

Here they are together!!!!! RGB trio

hi! birthday. which means it's finally time t

yo what the itch store is fixed up now

damn what? I don't know where this came from. look all the comics I put on g*mr**d a year ago are back here again with all the formatting and typesetting by @fireflysummers as well as the exclusive bonus art wtf who did this. my werewolf comic on here too what the hells!! that one also got re-toned for printing if u want to AND an exclusive cover spread !!! what the fuck!!!!! come see for urself I can't make this shit up

What are five of your favourite Grishaverse quotes? Send this ask to 5 of your favourite grishaverse blogs!

Thank you so much for sending this, and sorry it took me such a long time to get to it 😭

Choosing was super hard because there are so many insanely good quotes in the books and I love several of them for very different reasons, but I'll try and give it a go anyways. So: five of my favorite Six of Crows quotes (because I still haven't read the SaB trilogy), in no particular order:

Kaz and Inej, on getting back up after a fall:

Get it together, Brekker, he scolded himself harshly. It didn’t help. He was going to faint again, and this would all be over. Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. “The trick is not getting knocked down,” he’d told her with a laugh. “No, Kaz,” she’d said, “the trick is in getting back up.” More Suli platitudes, but somehow even the memory of her voice helped. He was better than this. He had to be. Not just for Jordie, but for his crew. He’d brought these people here. He’d brought Inej here. It was his job to bring them out again. The trick is in getting back up. He kept her voice in his head, repeating those words, again and again, as he stripped off his boots, his clothes, and finally his gloves. -Ch. 22, Six of Crows

Matthias asking for mercy for monsters/the "we are all someone's monster" observation:

“Nina,” he said, hand still pressed over the smooth skin on his chest where a bullet wound should be. “Nina, please.” “You know they would not offer you mercy, Matthias.” “I know. I know. But let them live in shame instead.” She hesitated. “Nina, you taught me to be something better. They could be taught, too.” Nina shifted her gaze to his. Her eyes were ferocious, the deep green of forests; the pupils, dark wells. The air around her seemed to shimmer with power, as if she was alight with some secret flame. “They fear you as I once feared you,” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina.” -Ch. 41, Six of Crows

Wylan and Kaz's entire conversation about disability and vulnerability while cracking Van Eck's safe:

He thumbed quickly through the ledger and said, “When people see a cripple walking down the street, leaning on his cane, what do they feel?” Wylan looked away. People always did when Kaz talked about his limp, as if he didn’t know what he was or how the world saw him. “They feel pity. Now, what do they think when they see me coming?” Wylan’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “They think they’d better cross the street.” Kaz tossed the ledger back in the safe. “You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are. Help me with the painting.” They lifted the portrait back into place over the gaping hole in the safe. Martin Van Eck glared down at them. “Think on it, Wylan,” Kaz said as he straightened the frame. “It’s shame that lines my pockets, shame that keeps the Barrel teeming with fools ready to put on a mask just so they can have what they want with no one the wiser for it. We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.” -Ch. 18, Crooked Kingdom

Inej vs. Dunyasha on the Church of Barter rooftop, refusing to be cowed on her own turf:

“The blood you spill is the blood of kings,” seethed Dunyasha. “You are not fit for such a gift.” Inej almost felt sorry for her. Dunyasha really believed she was the Lantsov heir, and maybe she was. But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway. Inej raised a brow and slowly wiped the blood of kings on her trousers. -Ch. 35, Crooked Kingdom

And Inej at the harbor...hopeful, in love, and ready to take on the world with her boy and her ship:

Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible. -Ch. 44, Crooked Kingdom

people giving phil gifts that were either something they wished they could give to techno or just a tribute to techno they wanted phil to have is so. i dont have the words to articulate it right now but it’s so special to me

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How had ryukitann got together? 🤔

sorry this is a little rushed, but in general i think this is the gist of how they’d get together

sieun before, then after he interacted more with sooho..

Btw I just love the platonic physical affection between the ninjas we've been seeing. Like how they hug each other and shoulder pats and hold hands for comfort etc. It's just so nice seeing very close platonic affection like that in a cartoon.

One day, Neil asks Matt if he can borrow his truck for a few days (Andrew is not happy about not taking the Maserati but can he really say no to Neil when the redhead asks for his opinion with the literal sun glinting out of his eyes? Absolutely not). Matt is more than happy to say yes.

Neil and Andrew both take turns driving to the middle of absolutely nowhere. They are lucky enough the sky is clear and Neil is practically bouncing with excitement during the whole drive. They arrive at their selected location several hours away from Palmetto at sunset when the sky is painted in various hues of fiery oranges, reds and yellows as the sun sinks behind hills.

Neil takes out the sandwiches he had packed in a freezer bag and hands one to Andrew who had been spreading an excessive amount of blankets and pillows in the bed of the truck in the meantime. Andrew scowls because they are probably going to get crumbs everywhere in the blankets but Neil is grinning and Andrew wants to kiss him right here and then so he hauls Neil up in the truck next to him and he kisses him. Neil is all too happy to kiss him back for a while until they get interrupted by Andrew’s traitorous stomach making itself known. Neil laughs at it quietly but they have their dinner as the night slowly settles above them.

It’s strangely nice. There is not a sound except for the nocturnal insects occasionally chirping around them. Andrew tells himself they are about to become a mosquito feast but then he turns around to look at Neil and Neil looks just so… peaceful. He has his arms crossed behind his head, his eyes to the sky.

Neil feels his stare on him and then launches into a story of sleeping under the stars with his mom somewhere in the French countryside. His tone turns melancholic, and when Andrew reaches out with his hand, Neil immediately grabs it and squeezes gently. “I’m happy to be here with you, ’Drew” Neil murmurs, and Andrew’s heart stutters in his chest.

The stars are now blinking bright above them. Neil points at a shooting star, but Andrew is too busy watching Neil. He misses it, but it was worth. Neil’s face brightens when he sees another. This time, Andrew follows his scarred finger as it points up. He sees it too.

“You have to make a wish,” Neil claims.

Andrew immediately thinks he already has everything he could ever wish for as his eyes study Neil’s face again. He knows it by heart, but he will never grow tired of watching him. He’s gone soft, he briefly thinks. He doesn’t care. He’s actually as content as he can be to be out in the middle of nowhere with Neil lying on an obscene amount of blankets in the bed of Matt’s truck.

Neil ends up looking back at him after a while. Andrew whispers a quiet “yes or no?”

Lights twinkle in Neil’s eyes, a blue so dark they could rival the night. He leans forward, and meets Andrew’s lips halfway. Andrew’s free hand cups Neil’s cheek while he hauls himself on top of Neil with the other.

This kiss is soft, slower than any other before, but that’s okay.

They have all the time in the world and no one except the shooting stars above them as witnesses.