I Just Want To Shut Everyone Out And Hibernate Forever. But I Can’t. I Have To Be There For My Friends.

now this is what writing is supposed to be

A strange alien doctor stands near the unconscious body of Padme Amidala. “It appears she has lost the will to live.” A older man with a limp hobbles closer with the aid of a cane. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” says Dr. Gregory House.

Broke: Merlin is a royalist because he is a class traitor boot licker

Woke: Merlin is a royalist because he was raised a peasant in the sixth century and he has the perspective and values typical of that time period on top of his personal experiences with Arthur to give him faith in the enlightened despotism favored by Catherine the Great and Frederick of Prussia.

Bespoke: Merlin is a royalist because anyone who had to live through both the English Civil War and Voltaire's exile to Britain would come out the other side thinking democracy is stupid.

Transcendent: Merlin is not a royalist. He is the divine right of kings in human form. The avatar of Albion and its magic. He does not believe in kings because of Arthur. He believes in Arthur so Arthur gets to be king.

this is the only thing i want pls omg

HOW

DID NO ONE TELL ME

THAT LEVERAGE AND THE LIBRARIANS

HAVE

BOOK SERIES

After the Pulitzer Party

Kelly: I think it's so nice that they got her wife to present the Pulitzer, it just made it feel really special.

Alex: Lena and Kara aren't married.

Kelly: Oh, sorry, girlfriend.

Alex: They're not dating either.

Kelly: What???

Alex: I know, we have a betting pool on how long it will take them to realise.

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

Since y’all still on this “Tony is an evil capitalist billionaire for not paying the Avengers” bullshit

I don’t think that we, as a society, talk enough about Uther cc’ing someone on the email

It’s funny how the antis blame Tony for “sending his friends to the Raft” like…bestie he was trying so hard to prevent that from even happening in the first place 💀 they literally CHOSE to not show up for Vienna and break international border laws like what were they actually expecting?

exactly! tony literally offers to intercept team cap because he knows it is either he does it or it is a bunch of soldiers who would not hesitate to spray bullets at them should they resist. in addition, team cap is full of adults who chose to break the law by violating international boundaries (even steve warns them that they are on the wrong side of the law should they follow him and they proceeded to follow him; and yes, wanda is an adult. if y’all also want to bitch at tony for bringing in a 14-year-old to web up team cap, i hope y’all extend the grace towards steve for bringing in a “kid” for that mission in lagos).

let us not even consider the accords at all in this case because i doubt they had been made into law (or whatever international bills become) due to the bombing of the un quarters, they were aiding a wanted man (innocent or not, you can be arrested for just that; and the government did have reasons to be scared of bucky given his history as the winter soldier) and they were illegally crossing borders to do just that.

that’s why i find it funny to see team cap stans, clint and scott bitching at tony for “throwing” them into the raft. like, my family in christ, y’all are there because you knowingly violated international boundaries 💀.

p.s: this is not a post arguing about the morality of the raft or the accords, go do that shit else where. my point is you cannot break the law while fully aware of what could happen and then blame others when the consequences smack you right in the fucking face.

This quite possibly may be one of the best things I have ever read. I love it!!!

Felinette with some cute fluff about height differences?

[Send me Felinette prompts/requests!]

Height differences were nothing new to the class.

Ivan was practically towering over Mylene and Alya was a bit taller than Nino.

The difference between these couples and Marinette and Felix, was that in most cases, the shorter party was patient and understanding and the taller party was helpful and humble, whereas with Marinette and Felix... they were Marinette and Felix.

“Get off your lazy butt and help me!” She shrieked while she jumped at a shelf.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng!” The librarian glared at her after she overcame the initial wincing. “This is a place of silence!”

“Sorry.” She gave an apologetic smile.

The minute the librarian turned her back, Marinette was glaring at Felix again.

“Help.” She demanded in a harsh whisper.

“Hmm... no.”

She growled before stomping off to grab a stool, and practically slammed it on the ground when she got back.

“You know, I could help you with that, Mari.” Kim commented, looking up from his comic book.

Marinette jumped down from the stool, forgetting the book entirely. She came close to Kim’s face, her face full of malice and practically hatred.

“Do you think I’m desperate?” She hissed. “That I need help to get a book off of a shelf?”

Kim was quivering now. “N-no ma’am.”

She leaned back, appeased. “I thought so.”

—

Then there was the incident where Alya went to her house to chill and hang out, and found Marinette crouching on top of her fridge, looking down at Felix who was expertly dodging everything she threw at him.

“WHO’S THE SHORT ONE NOW, YOU HEATHEN?”

“Netta, please...” Felix caught an airborne pan and placed it on the counter.

“DON’T YOU ‘NETTA’ ME, DWARF!”

Alya stood there for a minute or two before backing out of the room and sending the video to the group chat.

Alyabug: Im getting a little worried for Felixs safety here...

—

At this point, the entire class was surprised that the two were still dating. They had all just assumed Felix would have been murdered by now.

Their assumptions seemed correct when they entered the classroom and they were greeted with Marinette standing on a chair, in front of Felix, who was backed into a corner.

Both of her hands were on the wall, keeping Felix from fleeing for his life.

The group was frozen in fear for Felix life; Marinette leaned in and the class did too, expecting to hear a witty quip before she began her attack.

What they weren’t expecting was Marinette whispering, almost shyly, “You look nice today.” Before kissing him on the nose.

“It seems I will have to rethink my hypothesis.” Max adjusted his glasses before typing something on his phone.

—

Now, the class had no idea what to think about Marinette and Felix’s relationship.

Then, something unimaginable happened.

Ms. Bustier asked for the photo binder.

The photo binder that held every class picture they had ever been in; the photo binder that was on the top of the highest shelf in the school.

And Ivan was home sick.

Ms. Bustier went out in search of a ladder and the class was left to their own devices.

Felix was, as usual, was reading a book as the class gossiped and joked.

It had been about a half an hour since Ms. Bustier had left in search of a ladder, when Felix slammed his book shut and grabbed Marinette by the hand.

He lead her to the shelves and let go of her and in favor of placing both of his hands on the shelves.

The class watched as he visibly tensed up and then nodded to Marinette.

Despite never exchanging a word with him, Marinette knew exactly what Felix wanted her to do and she took a deep breath before scaling Felix like a jungle gym until she was standing on his shoulders and reaching for the binder.

Once she had it in her hands, she bent her knees just slightly before rocketing into the air and landing in Felix’s awaiting arms.

The class was rioting. Alya screamed into her phone to all of her blog viewers. Nino fainted. Max started reciting the digits of pi.

It was utter chaos when Ms. Bustier opened the door to a particularly rowdy class with wide eyes, Marinette and Felix leaning over the binder to discuss the proper pictures for the class scrapbook and an unconscious Kim. (He had passed out in awe.)

That week, the class learned a very important lesson; never question Marinette and Felix’s relationship, they may be odder than the average height-differing couple, but they had a closeness that no one else would ever understand.

@ersalent

based on @waytootiredforthistoo 's post - background jegulus

"Even for your four, this is a new low," Minerva ranted, blood boiling as she stared down at her four favorite students, who were all seated in chairs in her office, looking less-than-contrite. "Breaking in to the Slytherin Common Room in the middle of the night? Sticking every single student to their bed?"

"We don't discriminate," Sirius Black nodded, sending her a grin. "Though James's boyfriend will be a bit mad."

"Oi! Shut up about Re-"

"Boys!" Minerva interrupted, trying not to laugh. "This is unacceptable. I have to take fifty points from Gryffindor!"

All four Seventh-Years paused, staring at her. "Fifty?" Remus Lupin asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Each!" Minerva nearly-screeched. "And detention every night for a week!"

"So that's two hundred points total," James Potter said sadly.

"Yes," Minerva nodded, trying not to feel too badly. "So if you-"

"Can you make it three?" Sirius asked, interrupting.

She blinked, quite sure she'd heard incorrectly. "I- what?"

"It's just, we're trying to set a record," Remus explained calmly, eyes wide. "We need to beat two hundred and fifty."

Minerva's heart began beating erratically. No. Surely they hadn't found out-

"We recently came across this, you see," James continued, grinning and pulling a paper from his pocket. "Peter, here, had a detention where he had to rewrite some old detention cards. And look at this one!"

Hand shaking slightly, Minerva looked at the card. On it, written in a scrawl, were the words:

Minerva McGonagall, sixth year, Gryffindor, a month's detention and a loss of 250 points for hexing all of the Slytherin team's brooms. (Most points lost in a single day.)

Sighing, Minerva tried to school her expression before she looked back at the four boys. But she knew it was far too late to do anything about this. The secret was out.

"You're our biggest role model, Professor," Peter said sincerely, an awed look on his face. "A record of the most lost points in a day? We just want to beat your record."

"Yes. Oh, well. We'll have to try even harder next time," James smirked, taking the card back from her loose grasp.

It was at that moment that Minerva McGonagall new she was absolutely fucked.