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stickthisbig · 10 days

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Look it was a really fuckin rough day and internet drama is what is keeping me afloat so here's some bullshit about Watcher

I don't want to talk about creative decisions. Creators deserve to be paid and TV costs a lot of money, and whether you think a TV model makes sense and reflects the brand's appeal is ultimately a matter of taste.

I want to talk about how much this fuckin thing costs.

If you are going to make a venture like this survive, you must aim at the money. I am the money. I'm financially independent and old enough to have kids who watch the show but have no income, I am a long-time BFU/Watcher fan who's splashed out for merch and a live show, and I've subbed to multiple similar services (RIP Alpha). I am the boring adult that you must convince, because I am the one who can pay for this without a second thought. You will not make it through this on the empty promises of children.

The closest comp to Watcher is not Dropout; it's Nebula. And trust me on this- they would prefer you to compare it to Dropout, because of how much better it makes them look. Compared on full prices (because you can almost always get a discount), Nebula costs half of what Watcher does, for a much, much larger catalog. I am a huge fan of Nebula. I've watched hundreds of hours on Nebula, because there is loads of varied content from creators who have expressed exactly the same wishes for creative freedom as the Watcher team.

And honestly, if we are gonna talk about comparisons to Dropout, you're never gonna be able to watch BFU on this service, so it's apples to oranges anyway.

I am certain that they will make more money percentage-wise through this service. It's not on me to care about their yield from youtube vs a dedicated streaming service vs a partnered streaming deal. That's not my job; I'm not their accountant or their dad. It's on me to look at value for money. I am not a charity, and when you put yourself up as a commodity, I'm gonna kick the tires and leave if I don't like the price.

I'm not going to pay $60 for this, or $42, or $6/month, because it's a bad value on my end. It is less content for more money. $30 still would have been too high, but there was a price point where I, the person with the intersection of money and interest, would have said yes. That is the trade-off: you can wait around forever for somebody to spend $60 and end up with $0, or you can get three people who balked in for $20 each and end up with $60.

Look, we're all friends here, we know the Watcher crew is not so damn dumb that they didn't look into joining an existing streaming service. It's not a fuckin grand revelation that there were potentially other options, and obviously they must have thought about this for longer than ten minutes. But when your service is MUCH more expensive than its closest comparison (Nebula) and the same price as the well-established competitor you'd like to be compared to (Dropout), why on god's green earth would you think I would buy it if I was anything short of obsessed? Where is your growth plan? How is this sustainable? The absolute best plan for me is to wait until the next series of Ghost Files is over, pay $6 to watch the whole series, then cancel again.

Also you're fuckin leaving money on the table by not having delayed VOD on youtube but at this point, that's none of my business.

If it's worth $60 to you and you've got the money, you do what's right for you. But I'm out. No hard feelings! But also no $60.

(Also I do think 100% saying that the back catalog will stay on youtube is a walkback and not what he said in the video, so like, watch that)

#watcher #anyway off to watch some nebula I think #oh yeah I forgot #most of nebula cross-posts to youtube anyway

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thiziri · 5 months

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Commander Tim Laurence trying to catch his chatty new bride's attention after they've just gotten married at Crathie Kirk, on 12 December 1992 🥰💕

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octylish · 1 year

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HAPPY VALENTINEEE’S HERES SOME BRATWORTH AND FEENIE <3

#ace attorney #ace attorney fanart #aa #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #bratworth #feenie #i love them i care them so much #yes i know that they would be incredibly tragic #BUT. HEAR ME OUT.#they are cute #and they will heal #i love them a normal amount (complete lie)#also bratworth would be soooo SOOO ANNOYING #oh yeah i forgot #wrightworth

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garbagefireboy · 9 months

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himbo trinity, another take on what it means to be a himbo. in the middle you have various himbos,

on the sides you have the zoro axis, who is both dummy stupid and and dummy thick, but dummy sweet? nah bro. unless ur chopper.

you also have the luffy line, pure intent and the idiot brain we love, but he’s a short king. he brings a certain “silly little goofy guy” vibe to the party. delightful.

finally, we have the franky variable. lorge and in chorge, a heart so pure that he will cry at the drop of a hat. but he’s too smart for his own good. litrally turned himself into a robot baddie. love him for that.

anyway we love himbos and all the variations thereof in this house.

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mango-fizz · 1 year

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holy shit

#mangomoments #these mfs #xenoblade chronicles 3 #xc3 #xenoblade 3 #xenoblade 3 spoilers #xc3 spoilers #xenoblade spoilers #noahmio #noah x mio #noah xenoblade #mio xenoblade #AAAAUUGHGG #oh yeah i forgot #n xenoblade #m xenoblade #💀#del tema no voy a hablar porque me da oscuridad y yo soy luz #(they make me ill) (affectionate)

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hemeruni · 3 months

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I’m opening up art requests again, since I’ve been in a idea rut for who knows how long

I’m open to anything just keep it clean and whatnot, I need to get some practice in before I get back to drawing fully again.

Expect something like this (don’t read into it that much /silly)

#text post #send asks #art asks #sparklecare #just so I can get the proper audience for this post #okay bye bye wooooo 💥#oh yeah I forgot #Hemeruni #magic seeds

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naraven · 1 year

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FALL IN FALL

synopsis: when you finally decide to go to the local flower shop for your latest client, what you didn't expect was for the part timer there to be cute. also he's somewhat of an asshole but that doesn't deter you from falling for him anyway.

an: yes that's right, i'm trying to write a series/set of drabbles on a brainrot that ruined me while i had covid! thanks for reading, you deserve a pat on the back for dealing with this.

cw: none, scara is a bit of a meanie, mc is big stupid(the self insert is real)

wc: 2.2k

Season comes and goes to return And love comes and goes to leave Memories come and go to stay still And that season has come back

It all started when the bell hanging from the glass door jingled, swinging back and forth to notify Kuni of a customer.

He echoes a small “Welcome in.” and let’s them go on about their business. They make no indication of whether they heard him or not.

He glances up to see who it is, then quickly looks away when he notices it’s not anyone he knows. They aren’t going straight to him, instead slowly wandering around the store aimlessly. He can sit and wait for them to finish whatever they’re doing and hope they leave him alone.

He looks toward the stranger in the shop two more times. First, to see them looking everywhere frantically, scouring the store for what they need. Second, to see them giving up and staring at a Cecilia for what seemed like 10 minutes at least. Kuni elected to ignore them from then on, thinking it better to just let them be. If they were going to be weird in his store, as long as they aren’t actively causing harm to him or the store it’s fine.

That was, until, he was checking on the newly delivered Rukkhashava Mushrooms and he heard a voice behind him, “Excuse me?”

He closes his eyes, sighing as quietly as he could through his mouth, before turning around with a small smile and asks “Yes?”

“Sorry to bother you, do you have any sweet flowers?

…Hmmm. Maybe he misheard. Would anyone try looking for the most common type of flower in the world in a flower shop? Why would you go out of your way to buy them in the first place?

“I’m sorry, did you say sweet flowers?”

With a completely straight face, they nod yes. He can feel his left eye twitch and has to hold himself back from audibly saying anything bad, thinking back to Auntie Nahida’s hour long scolding on how to treat strangers.

“I’m… Afraid we don’t. If you need sweet flowers, you could try a nearby park to see if there are any there.”

“Oh yeah.”

Kuni had to physically restrain himself from strangling this person. “OH YEAH” his ass, how did they not think of this before walking in here?? Did they not see any sweet flowers growing between the cracks in the sidewalk?

He suppresses his desire to wrangle the stranger by laughing lightly.

“Ahaha, it’s all good. Do you need anything else?”

“Do you have any… Kalpalata Lotuses, Padisarahs, and Dendrobiums? One of each.”

“…I’m sorry, we don’t sell individual flowers either.”

Kuni could feel the migraine setting in when he sees their brows furrow. He felt kind of bad, but you have to understand that he has never had to tell someone that they couldn’t buy sweet flowers. Here.

“Ok then, a bouquet with all three would be perfect. Is - Is that okay?”

Maybe his expression had changed into one that was too harsh, judging by the nervous grin he was presented. He sighs as the stranger in front of him brings their hand to the side of their neck, slowly rubbing against a strange pattern winding down their shoulder. He makes note of the dark blue, almost black drawing of a strange looking flower near their clavicle.

“That’s- fine. Please wait here.”

Kuni gathers some Kalpalata Lotuses and Dendrobiums out from the display while going to the back for a couple of Padisarahs. When he brings them out, he can see the person grabbing their wrist where a watch laid tightly against their skin. The cash register’s little ding! echoes across the store.

“Here you are. Your total is $13.56, are you paying with cash or credit?”

“Cash. Here you go.”

He watches them fish out a ten and five dollar bill, fingers touching against their gloved ones. He sees another pattern on their skin peaking out from beneath the glove, travelling up to about midway up their forearm. He fishes out the coins from the register and places it into their covered palms.

He hands over the freshly wrapped bouquet, watching as they hold it as if they were holding a persons’ face. Never in Kuni’s life had he seen anyone hold a bouquet so closely to their face without the intent to smell it.

He watches in morbid fascination as they walk out the shop with a fresh bouquet of the most contrasting colored flowers. But really, he can’t judge anyone’s favorite plants when his favorites were a strange looking mushroom.

The second time you enter into the flower shop across the street, you see the cute part-timer spraying some large leaves with gloved hands. You aren’t one to comment on how people look, but he looks as stunningly pretty as the last time. Maybe when you get closer to him you can ask what his skincare routine is.

You carefully close the door behind you, bell chiming charmingly in your ears. You see the part-timer turn his neck to see you and shove your hands into your pocket.

“I won’t waste as much of your time today, do you have any Qingxin and Glaze Lilies?”

His large eyes blink without any sort of indication of how he feels. Man, tough crowd as always.

“I’m afraid we’re out of Glaze Lilies at the moment. If you’d like, I can give some seeds for you instead?”

Oh, darn. And you kind of needed the Glaze Lilies more, too. The client booked two weeks on Thursday and it was Tuesday today.

“How fast do they grow? I need at least one within the next couple weeks.”

He closes his eyes to think, bringing a hand to his chin to think, and he gestures you over to the counter. You lean on your elbows to look at him rummage through a basket.

“If you want to see bulbs form, you should expect to see them in a year at least.” Oh. “Glaze Lilies are on the bigger side so they take about a year or two to fully bloom.”

Ok then growing is out of the question. You really, really didn’t want to be delegated to looking at image references again.

“Do you know when you’ll have Glaze Lilies in stock again?”

“It’s quite early in the month, so probably early next month? We had a big order of them pretty early on and we restock near the beginning of the month.”

Wow, fuck that random person who bought all the Glaze Lilies. Didn’t they know that you had clients to ink?? Your disappointment is immeasurable and your day is ruined.

“You look like you need Glaze Lilies pretty quickly. If you want, I can try and find some for you.”

Your savior speaks up in front of you. Man, did you look so pitiful as to warrant such a response from a part-timer?

“If it’s too much trouble to find a single flower, it’s ok. I’ll look elsewhere, but thank you for your offer.”

His eyes narrow and admittedly you simp harder, “You’re giving up that easily? You’re clearly in need of those lilies, I’ll give you your lilies.”

His dedication is admirable. As long as you get your hands on one, it should be ok, right? Captain shouldn’t be bothered as long as you do a good job at making the Glaze Lily come to life…

“If you insist. Really, part-timer, if it’s too much work don’t force yourself.”

Just as he’s about to retort, you chime in with a “Oh, but you can give me those Qingxin right now, right? Those’ll do for now.”

He sees your dismissiveness on the topic and sighs. He really does hate dealing with idiots, but just this once he’ll overlook how sad and pathetic you are for one flower.

“What could you possibly need a Glaze Lily for in the near future? Just to have something pretty to look at?”

This is your moment, “If I wanted that, I would just come here everyday to check out the cute part-timer that works here.”

Nailed it. You inwardly smirk at the slowly rising redness on the part-timer’s neck that would otherwise go unnoticed.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t say anything besides shove the small bouquet of Qingxin into your chest. He’s kind of shy, but you don’t mind the quiet ones. In fact, it’s all the more fun to see them sputter when you push the right buttons.

“That’s on the house. You can pay for them when you come back for the Glaze Lilies. Now go and do whatever you want with those flowers, it’s none of my business!”

You laugh as you skip towards the door. The bell rings out across and you can hear the sounds of the city louder than ever, tires skidding and peoples’ voices all turning into one cacophonous noise.

“It’s for a client! I’ll take a picture and show you when I’m done, part-timer!”

He sighs and looks as though he’s contemplating something. Just as you were about to leave, he calls out,

“My name isn’t part-timer, it’s Kuni! If you don’t come back and show me what you do with the flowers, I’m making you pay double the amount for those Qingxin!”

Now you really don’t want to know how much these Qingxin cost. Best to just not know for now, this is a problem that future you could figure out.

“Ok then, Kuni, I’ll show you my work in three weeks time! Until then, bye bye!~”

You run to the intersection and sprint to your humble abode, the Crux Parlor. Cradling the Qingxin given to you by Kuni, you greet the rest of your coworkers and rush to the back room to grab your sketch pencil and notebook.

It struck you that Kuni had no idea what you actually did for a living. You just suddenly burst into his store and demanded flowers from him. If someone walked into your store and demanded flowers from you, you’d understandably be kind of freaked out too.

As you grab one of the Qingxin, you stare at it and smell it. You’ve had Qingxin as herbs before, and the bitterness of it still lingers on your tongue when you think back to when you tasted the pasty white medicine. The smell, on the other hand, is rather mild. It smells rather fresh, since you watched Kuni cut it off from the stem, and also kind of…cool? It’s hard to verbalize, but you can’t say you hate it.

The petals are thinner than you thought they were but they don’t rip easily. Would Kuni like Qingxin? He seems to care for all the plants in the shop; he’s always watering or taking the plants in the back to the sun for the day. Such a busy body, that guy.

As you finally start sketching, you think back to how his eyes are always so expressive. His lavender colored irises always narrow when you say something stupid and his mouth is always twisting into a smug smirk or a flustered line. You noticed how he half bit his lips when you teased him a little earlier. How cute.

Oh, and now you have a full sketch of the cute part-timer. How simp-like of you. It looks way too good to just erase so you’ll just open up to a new page-

“Whozzat?”

You cover the sketch with your hands (like that did anything to cover it) but your dear manager rips your hand off and takes your notebook to look at the charcoal sketching.

“Beidouuu give it back! Right NOW!!”

Damn her and her giant muscly arms! Your stick thin limbs can barely even get past her shoulders, curse your genetic weakness!

“Is this the guy from the shop across the street you won’t shut up about? He’s cute, I say go for it!”

“That’s not the point, I just needed flowers from him!”

Beidou hits your forehead with your notebook, laughing at your face. You imagine this is how Kuni looked like when you teased him.

“Alright, but I thought you needed other flowers too? Where’re those?”

You tuck your notebook underneath your arm on the table, sighing as your flop down on your forearms, “He said they didn’t have any. I’m praying that he has some soon.”

Beidou hums loudly behind you and pats your shoulder way too hard. She talks about how you should shoot your shot but you’re still too embarrassed by her words to focus on what she’s saying. When she goes elsewhere to talk to your other coworkers, you peak into your notebook again to see Kuni’s face again. It makes you want to sketch another one of him.

Hm, you drew him too pretty for a sketch.

#scaramouche #balladeer #wanderer #genshin #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #oh yeah i forgot #kunikuzushi #balladeer x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader

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jazzzzzzhands · 11 months

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These are eepy hours

#im sobbinggg i love him so muchh #ok but this is the last time i reuse my own bg #wally darling #welcome home #whps #jazzart #oh yeah i forgot #tw scopophobia #im trying to get better with tagging things #i find his stare sort of comforting tho #like a cat

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bluishtones · 1 year

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- oh wow i haven't posted art in a long while,, well!! i'm gonna post some and act like that was never the case. have a work doodle of hotguy :))

- reblogs appreciated! ^^

#hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtws fanart #gtws hotguy #traditional art #my art #does the background make it worse #i dunno i cant tell my mind is mush cause im STILL at work #gimme your thoughts i dunno what to think #anyway i love this blorbo what a guy what a silly #oh yeah i forgot #scitties

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galadrail · 9 months

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Okay so I just watched the whole season 1 of good omens and I wanted to talk about one thing about the last episode of season 1

Is it the fact that they know each other so well that they managed to fool everyone?

I find it extremely significant how much time they've spent together and how even if they don't want to admit it sometimes, they care about each other and are interested in each other.

That's all there is to it.

#good omens #good omens s1 #good omens reaction #Just a thought about them #Yeah I know what is happen in s2 but for now just smile about this #i don't know what to tag this #Just me posting this because I'm telling this to my friend but she sleep and can't respond me so yeah #I just want to watch the s2 now #But I can't because is 4am #So yeah going to sleep !#(no I'm just going to think about them all the rest of night)#Oh yeah i forgot #aziraphale #crowley #crowley x aziraphale

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remuslupinsleftshoe · 2 years

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Ok, so @lesbiansiriusblack‘s is writing a Jegulus figure skating au, but in the meantime because I have literal brainrot and can’t get this au out of my head, here’s my own hcs about it:

Regulus’s skating is obviously very ballet heavy. His parents put him in classes from a young age; he’s got that classic ballet-trained skater vibe.

Sirius was also in ballet classes from a young age and skated for France with his parents as his coach and manager until he was 16. He won France a gold medal at the Olympics at 15, after which he “got poached” by England, but really he ran away from home and England was happy to take him into their federation.

It was the middle of the season though so it caused a huge scandal. But what else would you expect from Sirius?

After that, Sirius and James were rinkmates, both coached by one Minerva McGonagall, a famous skater in her own right with multiple golds under her belt and first woman to land a triple jump.

For the first few years after he leaves his parents, Sirius has very aggressive routines set to rock music and definitely not anything his parents would approve of, which, of course, was the whole point.

The judges, however, were not fans of these new routines, lamenting the way Sirius was “ruining” his skating.

It wasn’t until he was 24 that Sirius was able to get a score he deserved, winning him his second Olympic gold medal, and that was only because of the judging scandal four years prior where a recording had leaked of the judges talking about how they would underscore Sirius if he skated to that “hideous music” again.

Sadly, shortly after Sirius’s second Olympic gold, he botches a triple axel (a jump he was the first to land), the injury taking him off the ice for good.

(James and Reg can also land triple axels. After Sirius retires, they’re also both working on quads, and Reg is dead set on being the first to land a quad, fuck James Potter)

Regulus was everything Sirius wasn’t in a skater. He didn’t complain about ballet classes, he didn’t complain about the music choices, routines, or costumes. He did everything his parents asked, letting them shape his skating. He watched as Sirius pushed back, fighting for individuality, and he hated him. Couldn’t he see that even if their parents made all the choices, at the end of the day he was the one skating, and he could make the routine his own? Didn’t he see how much better his skating was when he didn’t slack off in ballet? Didn’t he want to be the best?

When Sirius left, Regulus was pissed. When he consistently got low scores, Regulus thought he deserved it, and told him as much. His skating wasn’t as good as it used to be; Regulus had heard enough to know it was true, even if he hadn’t watched Sirius skate since he left. It was his fault for thinking his individuality would result in anything else when he refused to listen to people who knew better.

But then, when Regulus was 18, that recording came out, and Regulus suddenly realized Sirius’ skating didn’t get worse at all; they just didn’t like that he was doing something new. So, Reg watched every single recording of Sirius’ skates since he left, and Sirius was good. He was doing things Reg had never seen, he landed a triple axel at the Olympics, and he hadn’t won any major competitions in years. Regulus was pissed. He didn’t really care that it was Sirius; he still hated him, but it was the principle of it. Those skates objectively deserved better scores than they got, and the fact that the people around him didn’t seem to see that, especially his parents, made Regulus start to question if they really knew better or if they were just biased.

But of course this was what was best for him, right? His mother knew the sport inside out and was always pushing for him to improve. And he did. The next season, he landed a triple axel, too, and won his first World Championship gold. Sure, he was mentally and physically exhausted and, if he was being honest with himself, was on the verge of a breakdown, but that was the price for gold...wasn’t it?

He looked at Sirius and his friend with the wild hair who always had a smile on his face, and wondered if he didn’t have to push himself to the brink. Skating used to be fun; he used to love it, but lately, especially this past year, he would dread going to the rink, knowing the way his mother would yell at him, making him go over his routines over and over, practice the triple axel until he was scared he’d end up hurting himself because the pain in his knee was so bad.

So, when he hears a pop in his knee halfway through the off-season, Regulus is convinced it’s finally happened. His career was over.

Yet, instead of telling him there’s no coming back from an injury like this, the doctor says something about a partial tear and six months of physical therapy in order to get well enough to skate again. Regulus feels a rush of relief.

But as soon as they get in the car, his mother tells him there’s no way in hell he’s taking that long off skating; he can have a month, tops, and then he better be back on the ice, and Regulus realizes she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care that they got lucky this time, that if they don’t treat this properly, next time it could be career ending. All she cares about is that he skates and that he wins, whatever the cost.

Regulus doesn’t want to pay her costs anymore, so he leaves.

He goes to Apolline Delacour, who just recently came back to coaching after taking a few years off after the birth of her child. He’s known of Apolline for as long as he can remember, given his mother’s hated her since she poached Andromeda when Regulus was still a kid, so really, he figured there was no one better.

Lucky for him, Apolline is willing to take on an injured skater (if it was any other skater, she wouldn’t have, but she’d heard stories from Andromeda, and Regulus was so talented, it would be a pity for him to lose his love of skating).

With Apolline, Regulus learns to love skating again. After his six month recovery, under Apolline’s suggestion, Regulus takes the rest of the season off from competition to work on strength and technique.

At 21, he has his first competition back and sweeps the floor, setting personal records for both the short program and free skate, winning gold by a landslide, and only feeling a slight ache in his knee.

At 22, Regulus is at his second Olympics earning bronze next to his brother and his brother’s best friend, and, watching them beam at each other on the podium above him, Regulus finally thinks for the first time that he understands why Sirius left.

A month later, at World’s, his brother botches a jump, and Regulus watches in horror as Sirius’s career ends. The silver he wins tastes bitter, and Regulus glares at the wild haired man with the gold around his neck when he attempts to give Regulus a comforting smile.

It’s during that off-season that Regulus reaches out to his brother for the first time in seven years. They talk, they cry, they apologize; it’s nice, and Sirius admits he’s been following Regulus’s career since his first Olympics. Regulus admits he’s been following Sirius’s career since the same Olympics. Sirius jokes about how pissed their parents would be if they found out, and that the only thing that would piss them off more is if Sirius started coaching Regulus. Silence.

The minute Sirius is cleared by the doctor, he’s on a plane to France.

#listen my brain is but a vessel for jegulus figure skating au even if this did end up being more black brothers #also mary is the first woman to land a triple axel because she's a queen #marley and barty are the first in pairs to do solo triple axels #barty told her there was no way she could do one so of course she proved him wrong #insert them making figure skating history #but that's just how it goes with those two #dorcas popularizes the beillmann spin but it's obvi called the meadows spin in this au #that's all i have folks #i'm sure that's a big fat lie #oh yeah i forgot #reg has chronic patellar tendonitis after his knee injury (patellar tear)#patellar tears are relatively rare in figure skating i believe and only really happen under extreme force or trauma so...#all the 'firsts' are based on firsts that were happening roughly around that time #like the first triple axel was landed in 1978 and sirius would have landed his in 1980 #reggie's quad though is like five years too early at least #actually i just did the math and if he lands it in what would probably be his last season it would be the same year #and he could land it at the olympics too #damn okay actually that's my hc now #he's achieved everything he's wanted to achieve except that damn quad so in his words he's going to #'stay on the ice until i fucking break or land a quad'#james is pushing 28 and also trying to land a quad. he literally just wants to beat reg otherwise he would have retired already #in his words he's 'gonna win padfoot i swear. reg says i'm too old and i have to prove him wrong'#james does not land a quad at that olympics :/#he does land it at world's though but reg says it doesn't matter because he already won #(later in their hotel room though he tells james he's proud of him)#(and that if james tells anyone he said that he'll slit his throat with his skate)#ah love #jegulus #sirius black #regulus black

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thecasualauthor · 1 year

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Jily Microfic- Prompt: Kettle

Decided to participate in the challenge for the 11th. This was fun to write. Depressing? Yes. Fun? Also yes. I told myself I couldn't read or write fanfic until my term paper was done and this was my reward.

@jilymicrofics this one's for you guys. Thanks for coming up with the prompts! Read under the cut!

AU: In which Lily Evans Potter lives, and Sirius is the one who finds her.

The kettle is still whirring.

Sirius can hear it as he pushes open the door to the little cottage in Godric’s Hollow. If he tries hard enough, he can imagine that it’s a cry, that there is some living being in this dilapidated home.

He kneels over James’s lifeless form and all he can think is no no no no no.

But it’s true. It’s true and for about five minutes he stays there and grieves before remembering the other two people James died to Protect.

He bolts up the stairs to Harry’s room and his heart beats faster and faster because they can't be dead they can't be dead they can't be-

He can still hear the kettle whirring from upstairs.

He bursts through the open door into Harry's room and sees two figures are hunched on the ground. His heart stops and for a terrifying moment, he fears the worst. But then Lily Potter looks up at him, holding a sleeping (and he has to be sleeping) Harry in her arms.

“Sirius–” she chokes on his name and shakes as she begins to sob. He kneels down next to her and holds her tightly, and the loss of James is outweighed only slightly by the fact that both Lily and Harry have somehow survived. “Sirius,” she repeats again, and he pulls back to look at her. “Sirius, he found us. James and I were just–” She breaks off again and shakes her head. “We were just standing there, and I was taking Harry to bed, and Vol– Voldemort was just there.” She makes a noise somewhere between a breath and a sob, and Sirius can still hear that damned kettle whirring. “And James told me to run and that he’d hold him off and– I heard it Sirius. I saw the green light and heard him fall. He’s– James is gone. I couldn’t help him, Sirius, I didn’t even have a wand!” Fresh sobs overtake her, and Harry stirs.

“I know,” Sirius replies softly, his own voice shaking.

The three of them, Lily, Harry, and Sirius all stay crouched on the floor of Harry’s nursery for some time.

And that kettle–

“The kettle is whirring,” Lilly croaks finally, and it's such an out of the blue comment that Sirius is worried that maybe her mind has been tampered with somehow. “The water must be ready.”

“It has been for a while,” Sirius manages to say back cautiously. Then he frowns. "Lily are you-"

“It was for him,” Lily whispers, apparently not listening, looking at her son. “A thank you for– well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?” Sirius swallows hard and blinks back his tears as the image of his best friend's lifeless form flashes across his memory.

“Chamomile?”

“His favorite.” Her voice is low and rough, and so utterly broken that Sirius wants to kill Voldemort five times over for this.

“He loved you, Lily,” Sirius says. “I’m sure you already know that, but he loved you since the moment he met you.” A helpless look crosses Lily’s face, and she lets out a dry sob as she says,

“So did I.”

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Um. so there's that.

Thanks for reading y'all. Idk where this came from, I don't usually write stuff this depressing, but the kettle prompt inspired me for some reason.

#jily angst #jily #jily microfic #halloween 1981 #voldemort sucks #james potter #lily evans #lily evans potter #harry potter fanfiction #voldemort's attack on the potters.#oh yeah i forgot #sirius black #he's in here too

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an-animagi · 9 months

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felt like talking about the hc that hunter floats, so here we go

personally, i believe that as long as there is enough water he is able to float on it because:

-he is primarily made out of wood, most species of which float as they are less dense than water and we can assume that palistrom wood shares this quality

-scales are extremely light, so the selkidomus scales would have little to no effect on his ability to float (if they were too heavy they would inhibit the swimming ability of the selkidomus)

-lungs are the only organ that can float, and the stonesleeper's ability to turn to stone shouldnt affect this as they are still lungs if theyre not in their stone form

-the bone of ortet would sink, as bones are denser than water. the only reason bodies float on water is because they swell up, but once the organic matter mostly rots away the bones sink to the bottom. however, a smaller bone would weigh less, and we can infer from the ribcage in belos's lab that caleb's ribs are the only bones left to make grimwalkers out of, and a single rib would weigh about 330-360g on average. on a large piece of wood, such as hunter's body (he is apparently 6 foot???? he is TALL) that small weight wont have much of an effect on the density of the wood, so the wood will still be able to float. (calculated using weight of british birch as a stand in for palistrom wood, but any wood should work. i went with 6ftX1ftX1ft as the measurements of hunter's body as i didnt really want to calculate the volume of a human as we have wierd gaps and stuff that would be hard to work with.)

-finally we have the galderstone, which is a rock. it should make him sink. rocks are heavy.

HOWEVER. there is this scene of bria carrying a massive sack filled with galderstones with absolutely no struggle.

yes, she struggled to pick it up, but that was over as soon as she got that bag over her shoulder. smile back onto her face, posture straight, walking at the same pace as she was before. she is in no way impacted by the weight of a massive bag filled with rocks. this could be explained as her being in the construction track, she may be physically stronger as she is constantly working with rocks and other constructions, but thats working with them using her magic, and in this scene there is no visible glow of her using magic which was clearly visible around her gloves in the previous scene.

using this, we can conclude that as galderstones are a magic rock, they may be much lighter than other rocks which would mean that a teenage girl can pickup a sack full of them and not struggle carrying it. this would also mean that they could potentially have a low enough density to either float on water or, similarly to the rib, not have an effect on the floating abilities of the wood.

you might want to argue that he sunk in the lake, but to that i say that he was possessed and had the weight of belos dragging him down. as soon as he was dead and belos stopped fighting for control camila was very easily able to pull him out of the water, which is difficult to do with a sixteen year old regardless of how malnourished they may be. especially considering the weight of wet clothes, and that yellow jumper would have absorbed a lot of water. from this i conclude that if not for belos he would have been able to float, as the belos gloop made him dense enough to sink but not dense enough for camila to struggle with pulling him to the surface.

please remember to take this with a pinch of salt, i mostly used common sense and google (and a half hour of overthinking galderstone logic in my kitchen one day, but thats irrelevant) to look at a popular headcanon and see if it makes sense. i saw a related post and wanted to make this in case anyone wanted to continue believing in the 'hunter floats' hc but this time with thought put into it

#hunter toh #hunter noceda #toh #the owl house #headcanon #tw: brief mention of dead body #tw: brief mention of rotting #tw: discussion of human ribs #just in case yknow #i spent an hour writing this lmfao #i just really liked the idea of hunter floating and my autistic little brain had to prove it with science because im silly like that #oh yeah i forgot #grimwalkers #theory

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