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@blackphooka
had a dream that i was in a slasher type horror movie and i was the victim. except i was all the victims at once. i had to run around struggling to keep up with the narrative--rushing off to get murdered one moment & then lying around as a corpse & then slipping out the back window and coming around the front to discover the body--shit was exhausting. after a while i didn't even mind getting gruesomely murdered since it meant I got to lie down for a flat minute :\
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this is so kaz/jesper/wylan coded
it might seem counterintuitive at first, but iām so grateful that bbc ghosts never overexplains. they donāt even try to standardise the rules of ghost physics, they go for whateverās funnier at the moment. i donāt think weāll ever find out what exactly makes some people stay as ghosts, what makes them move on, what causes their powers. there are other things theyāll probably never show, and iām fine with that. weāve never met George Button, and heās still a compelling character. where a different show would tell you through three characters what theyāre going through and what you should be feeling about it, bbc ghosts will give you much more with a subtle smile in the background.Ā
sometimes, filling the gaps in your head is much more interesting, and saying little or nothing at all is the most powerful statement. in a way, thatās co-creating, and it only adds to the love.
Yeah he kills or whatever but heās a feminist
Yāknow what the Captain was right āMy Heart Belongs to Daddyā by Cole Porter is actually a really good song there definitely isnāt another version with lyrics that talks about having a sugar daddy
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Hera: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Aphrodite: It's not a joke. Aphrodite: * sniffles * Aphrodite: I'm a legit snack.
"OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE THE THOMAS THOEN AFFAIR!!!!!" the bbc ghosts fan says as they slowly bleed out from their fatal bullet wound
STOP IT WYLAN USES MUSIC NOTATION FOR HIS CHEMICALS
Obsessed with the implication that this means chemicals and explosions are melodies in his head. Jesper is like āso cute that he hums to himselfā
But in reality. My boy is singing the song of nuclear warfare š¤·āāļø
Maybe the reason the US government wants to ban tiktok is because American soldiers will not stop making videos like this
"We've all thought about it" personally I've never thought about massacring children with a heavy machine gun but maybe that's just me
Airea D. Matthews, āSelect passages from The Holy Writ of Us,ā from Simulacra
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the tension between u & the person pushing your glasses back up your nose
The lullaby
*disclaimer I am not French so apologies for any mistakes, however this is a legitimate lullaby that can be found here*
āIt hurts.ā Regulusā voice wobbled and he stuck out his bottom lip. Tears gathered on his eyelashes.Ā
āYouāll be okay Reggie, itāll only hurt for a little bit, I promise,ā Sirius tickled Reg in the side and flopped backwards onto his bed. His brother seemed to calm down a bit and curled up next to him. They lay there for a moment, legs tangled, minds racing. After a moment Sirius heard his brother get up and walk across his room.Ā
āSiri itās bleeding again,ā the elder say up to see his brother on the other side of the room holding his arm.Ā
He huffed, āReg I told you to be careful with it. Donāt worry Iāve got some more tissues.ā
Sirius clambered off his bed and grabbed the box off his dresser. Kneeling down he lightly dabbed at the cut on his brothers arm. āWhat were you even doing?ā
āI wanted that toy up on the shelf but I couldnāt reach it even on tippy toes.ā He point with his uninjured arm up at the little stuffed lion on Siriusā shelf.Ā
āDonāt worry Iāll get it for you! Just hold still while I put another plaster on your arm.āĀ
A few moment later, Regulus was back on Siriusā bed, this time tucked under the covers.Ā
āHere you go,ā Sirius wandered back over and tucked the lion in next to his brother. āYouāve been very brave, just like a lion!ā
Regulus smiled, to which Sirius started making quiet roaring noises making his brother giggle. āCan you sing me that song again tonight?ā
Sirius looked at his brothers sad face. Still upset from his parents earlier. He smiled at Regulus. āOf course Reggie.ā
Ā«Ā Ć la claire fontaineĀ Ā»
At a clear fountain
Ā«Ā Māen allant promenerĀ Ā»
When I go for a walk
Ā«Ā Jāai trouvĆ© lāeau si belleĀ Ā»
I found the water so beautifulĀ
Ā«Ā Que je māy suis baignĆ©Ā Ā»
That I bathed there
Ā«Ā Il y a longtemps que je tāaimeĀ Ā»
I have loved you for a long time
Ā«Ā Jamais je ne tāoublieraiĀ Ā»
I will never forget you
āWhat does it mean?ā Regulus interrupted.Ā
āYouāve been doing your French lessons right?ā
āYes,ā Regulus wrinkled his nose, him and Sirius didnāt like their French tutor much.Ā
āWell, then keep practicing and youāll be able to figure out for yourself one day!ā Sirius grinned at his little brother.Ā
āNo fair! Mother let you start French much earlier than me. Itās gonna take aaaaages for me to learn in.ā
āWell then you better go to sleep so that you can wake up tomorrow and keep practicing!ā Regulus pouted at his words but stayed quiet.Ā
Ā«Ā Sous les feuilles dāun chĆŖneĀ Ā»
Under the leaves of an oak
Ā«Ā Je me suis fait sĆ©cherĀ Ā»
I dried myself
Ā«Ā Sur la plus haute brancheĀ Ā»
On the highest branch
Ā«Ā Un rossignol chantaitĀ Ā»
A nightingale was singing
Ā«Ā Il y a longtemps que je tāaimeĀ Ā»
I have loved you for a long time
Ā«Ā Jamais je ne tāoublieraiĀ Ā»
I will never forget you
āWhy did mother and father do that?ā Regulus was looking up at him with a troubled expression. āTo teach them a lessonā his parents usually said. Sirius didnāt know about that but he did know that he didnāt like it when people hurt his little brother.Ā
āIām not sure Reggie, donāt worry though, youāve got me! Iāll always protect you!ā
āThanks Siri,ā Regulus snuggled back down, keeping a tight grip on the lion toy.Ā
āNow shush and let me finish the song petite Ć©toile.ā
āIs that me? Pe-tite Ć©-toile?ā
āYes, now shhhh.ā
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
Sirius had sung that to him every night heād asked. Heād believed in Regulus even when no one else had. Regulus had failed Sirius. He had not been brave like his brother wanted; many bad choices and cruel words had led him here. To this lake. His final chance to prove he was as brace as Sirius had believed. Maybe it was the liquid heād drunk, maybe it was because he was dying, but all Regulus Black could think about was the lullaby. Siriusā lullaby.Ā
Ā«Ā Chante, rossignol, chanteĀ Ā»
Sing, nightingale, sing
His voice cracked as he choked on the words.Ā
Ā«Ā Toi qui a le cÅur gaiĀ Ā»
You who have a happy heart
Ā«Ā Tu as le cÅur Ć rireĀ Ā»
You have a heart to laugh
He hope Sirius would get a chance to laugh again, when the war and killing is all over.Ā
Ā«Ā Moi, je lāai Ć pleurerĀ Ā»
I have it to cry
Ā«Ā Il y a longtemps que je tāaimeĀ Ā»
I have loved you for a long time
Ā«Ā Jamais je ne tāoublieraiĀ Ā»
I will never forget you
Ā«Ā Jāai perdu mon amiĀ Ā»
I lost my friend
Ā«Ā Sans lāavoir mĆ©ritĆ©Ā Ā»
Without having deserved it
Ā«Ā Pour un bouquet de rosesĀ Ā»
For a bouquet of roses
Ā«Ā Que je lui refusaiĀ Ā»
That I refused him
Ā«Ā Il y a longtemps que je tāaimeĀ Ā»
I have loved you for a long time
Ā«Ā Jamais je ne tāoublieraiĀ Ā»
I will never forget you
Ā«Ā Je voudrais que la roseĀ Ā»
I would like the rose
Ā«Ā Fut encore au rosierĀ Ā»
Was still in the rose bushĀ
Ā«Ā Et que ma douce amieĀ Ā»
And that my sweet friendĀ
Ā«Ā Fut encore Ć māaimerĀ Ā»
Was still loving me
Ā«Ā Il y a longtemps que je tāaimeĀ Ā»
I have loved you for a long time
Ā«Ā Jamais je ne tāoublieraiĀ Ā»
I will never forget you
but imagine Narcissa walking down the halls dragging Regulus by the ear while he whines and argues followed by Barty, Evan, Pandora, Dorcas, Sirius (he just joined in for the fun of it), Remus (he followed Sirius), James (also followed Sirius), and Peter (followed Remus) while Peeves floats around making up a rhyme about the Black Family tree
what is the difference between a house and a home?
sirius' house was tall ceilings and hardwood floors. it was paintings of his ancestors, stoic and with eyes of deep grays, watching over him. it was cold, even though the fire was burning, the candles lit. it was closed doors, hiding themselves from one another, and high arched windows, hanging off the windowsill, waiting to escape.
sirius' home was long hallways and hidden passages. it was blackboards and butterbeer, hogsmeade and zonko's. it's notes and messy scribbling on parchment. it was rock cakes and trips to the forbidden forest.
sirius' home was warm walls and an oven. it was a shared bed and the chudley cannons poster in james' room. it was fleamont's soft armchair and euphemia's soft hair, slipping through sirius' hands as he braided it.
sirius' home was a minuscule kitchen and a balcony with cold, metal bars, and an ashtray on a small, wooden chair. it was a squeaky bed and a leaking tag, and home was in remus lupin's arms, too.
I donāt know who needs to hear this but James Potter would have thought you were doing great and given you a hug if you needed it.
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a californian but thereās something just a bit wrong and spooky about her. call that an uncanny valley girl
