what’s the betting that potterwatch was just a radio project lee jordan was doing in his spare time and never actually stopped after the war
“Harry Potter was spotted at the local farmers market today, good choices in produce Harry! Gotta love the organics”
he’s the only reporter harry will talk to other than giving official statements when he has to as an auror
“I’m speaking to Harry Potter today after the long-awaited conclusion of the trial of quadruple murderer Waldorfus Grenoble. Harry, may I ask you a question regarding the trial?”
“Sure, Lee, I have to be back at work in ten but give it a go.”
“What is in the curry you had for lunch yesterday during the recess? It smelled fantastic and I have to know.”
“Thanks for asking, Lee. I’ve recently come across a book of my great-grandmother Priyanka’s notes on her Punjabi cooking and I’ve been trying to recreate her food. I liked that one but Ginny said it was too sweet so I’m making adjustments.”
“Fantastic. Great stuff. Next up we have an update on You-Know-Who’s whereabouts. Not Voldemort obviously– he’s six feet under, it’s been around 2500 days now and he’s still going strong, no sign of him being not dead any time soon.”
“You’re correct, Lee, he’s dead as a doornail and he’s going to stay that way. You do realize you don’t need to refer to your infant daughter as ‘You-Know-Who,’ right?”
“Sophie starts screaming if either of her dads talks about her and we don’t know why. Any suggestions, and any idea where she is now?”
“Oliver was walking her up and down the hallway outside the World Cup Regulatory Office last I saw her. As for the screaming, with James we gave him the miniature dragon from the Triwizard in ‘94 and that entertained him pretty well.”
“You heard it here first folks, Harry Potter thinks dragons are an appropriate substitute for pacifiers! Thanks for your time, Harry.”
“Any time, Lee.”
“Next week’s password is anything that will make our six-month-old go to sleep for longer than four hours. Signing off, this has been Potterwatch with River and the man himself, Harry Potter.”
I’ve never been in the habit of making comments on fics before, but I realize how silly that is when I consider some of my favorites I’ve gotten? You can say literally anything (that isn’t mean) and the author would be delighted.
Did you make noises? Yes!!! The weirder or crying-er the better!
You are now soft? You melty? A puddle?! Tell us your state of solidity/liquidity! Fascinating!!!
Your heart did the thing? Good. You now consider me a villainous ne’er do well? Good yes yes yummy emotion me likey.
Involuntary movement! I made someone spill their coffee once, and I am so proud that. Give me merit badge. Put that on a plaque. I’m so much pride.
Keymashing? Classique et magnifique 👌
Remind you of something/someone? I’ve gotten twice now “me and my partner do this” and it made me soft. Such power move! Not even intended critical hit! But go on turn the tables spin them right round baby right round like a record baby round round round round
This one might be the most touching of all. Someone said my description of the setting made them stop and take in their surroundings. And that’s wonderful.
On the flipside: idk how common this is tbh, but sometimes when I’m reading, some part just makes me stare blankly and/or look away. Would an author want to hear they made me look at the wall? Yes. I can say with absolute certainty, yes.
And when you say you want to see where this is going, odds of there being more goes up exponentially.
[Turns chair around to sit in it backwards.] I’m going to level with you, fellow kids. I’ve only started writing fairly recently, but I’ve been a lifelong reader. So, if you’re anything like I was before my brain was irreversibly rewired, you don’t realize: writing is crazy hard. Super time consuming. I don’t mean to guilt anyone, it just hits me all the time when I’m reading a fic that someone, who is getting no compensation, put so much time and energy into it.
Please, just one word. We’re begging you.
It doesn’t have to encapsulate your slice of the human experience. Drop a nice, simple, “confy” or “nice” maybe “yes” or “why” depends on the content!
Because that……. would make us content. ( •‾⌣‾•)
Oh! PS thought I’d mention this bc I’ve wondered if it’d be weird myself but doesn’t matter how old the doc is or whatever either.
A chatelaine is a decorative belt hook or clasp worn at the waist with a series of chains suspended from it. Each chain is mounted with useful household appendages such as scissors, thimbles, watches, keys, vinaigrette, and household seals. Chatelaines were worn by many housekeepers in the 19th century.
The name chatelaine derives from the French term châtelaine(”lady of the castle/household”)as it referred to a device designed to have all the tools necessary for the woman of the household to sort out any problem she might encounter in her day, like a fraying curtain.
The chatelaine was also used as a woman’s keychain in the 19th century to show the status of women in a household. The woman with the keys to all the many desks, chest of drawers, food hampers, pantries, storage containers, and many other locked cabinets was “the woman of the household”. As such, she was the one who would direct the servants, housemaids, cooks and delivery servicemen and would open or lock the access to the valuables of the house, possessing total authority over who had access to what. Frequently, this hostess was the senior woman of the house.
Younger women and daughters in the house often wanted the appearance of this responsibility, and would often wear decorative chatelaines with a variety of small objects in the place of keys, especially bright and glittering objects that could be used to start a conversation. The above chatelaine may be more in this category: the key, for example, is clearly only decorative.
[The described chatelaine has 5 items on different chains. From left to right: a small urn or bottle for vinaigrette of perfume?, a decorative key, a dull knife like object that might be a letter opener?, a metal fish whose head opens to allow something small to be stored inside, and a metal egg of unknown purpose.}
As special effects budgets continue to grow, the architectural wonders that TV, film and video game producers create seem to get more and more impressive.
From the castles of Westeros to the imaginative, colorful designs of Studio Ghibli, they compiled some of the most iconic and interesting architectural feats that they feel best represent six of their favorite fictional universes. In order to capture the finer details and the feel of each building, they’ve illustrated each one with a pen and paper – and they are pretty happy with the results!
halloween is fast approaching, and sending screamers has become an increasingly popular trend over the past few years. while some people may enjoy them, they can also trigger anxiety attacks in others.
check the section/category of a video. if it’s under “comedy”, “prank”, “horror”, or something similar, close the tab immediately.
comments are also a giveaway. scroll to the comments section before playing a video. if comments are disabled, there’s a likely chance the video is a screamer. close the tab right away. if you see comments like “whoa, that made me jump!”, close the window! and if it’s impossible to disable comments, look for multiple comments deleted by the creator.
check out the video itself, while it’s paused. if it has very low music (this makes the audience want to turn the volume up, so the scream is louder and scarier), or if it has very small text (which makes you want to go into full screen), that’s a good indication that it’s a screamer. exit out and close the tab!
look at the content of the video. if the clip itself deals with the scary or supernatural, like a film about ghosts, you can’t be certain. be careful, and exit the tab if the content seems triggering. pause the video and forward all the way to the end. If everything is good feel free to watch. if a frame with a scary picture comes up, close the tab immediately.
if the video shows a room or picture, and invites you to “find what’s wrong in the picture”, or “find _____”, close the window immediately!
there’s a new trend going on where videos describing people reacting to screamers are actually screamers themselves. if you suspect this, scroll down and see the comments. if the maker of the video disabled comments to purposely lead viewers to believe the video is genuine, scroll down just enough to see the video time, so you don’t see the video itself. Turn the volume down, just in case it is a screamer, and if the video plays out and there’s no scream, it’s safe to watch.
check the time on the video. if it’s suspiciously short, exit the tab.
look at the related or recommended videos. if any of them fit the above, the video is a screamer.
stay safe this halloween season!
also there’s another one that you forgot which i usually look for first when it comes to wondering if a video is a screamer or not, and that is checking the likes to dislikes ratio. if the dislikes are an abundant amount, close the tab. this is a fairly common one that i usually remember.
reblogging as a way to help you guys find screamer-free videos! we won’t be posting any screamers here this halloween 💜 – mod robot
Stay safe!! I personally love jump scares, but once when I was eight, I showed “The Scary Maze Game” to my friend, who literally had a panic attack, and I am scarred for life with the guilt from that episode. It seems like it’s a in good fun, but it really hurts some people, so please be careful!
these always give me panic attacks thank you !!
PSA, ‘cause people can be pricks.
You all need to know this; and if you’re an asshole who purposely does stuff to make people have a panic attack; you can get the fuck off of this blog.
Thank you for these! Halloween time is my favorite time of year, but screamers give me horrible panic attacks
i found some but like…i’ve never read anything w her in it so i don’t know if they’re actually Good
there’s one here, here, here + a short one here. they’re all a bit outdated but i know she has an ongoing rn x-23 so you’d b good to read that too
Hopefully anonymous knows, but Laura’s story has ALL THE TRIGGERS.
SEVERE child abuse, child prostitution, self-harm, brainwashing, gas-lighting, murder of family members in front of their children, STRONG sadism, dehumanization – those are a few of the warnings.
I really enjoy the early mini-series’, but they are definitely early-2000s hyper-awfulness.
If you want to read but worry about a specific trigger, I’d be happy to tell you what’s probably safe. Otherwise, just be careful.
The complete list of punishable offenses committed inside Wayne Manor, September 2018:
announced a near-fatal injury via selfie in the family groupchat (note: selfie contained meme element) (further note: other parties penalized for responding with memes)
sustained failure to take out the garbage
sustained failure to take in the garbage cans
stuffed a sibling in the garbage cans for complaining
habitually ate the good sandwich bread by itself rather than making sandwiches
stole every left shoe a sibling possessed, fed shoes to the dog
repeated phone charger theft and destruction (note: seven instances)
repeated laptop charger theft and destruction (note: three instances)
failed to assist a sibling that fell from a kitchen counter (note: guilty party responded “mood” and continued to eat breakfast)
I always find it so funny when people bitch about ‘forced diversity’.
because, like, once you work retail you start to see just how different everybody is.
for example, the other day I greeted a woman I was ringing up and started asking her the usual questions we’re supposed to ask (if they have a rewards card, etc) and she made a gesture pointing to her ear and mouthed ‘I’m deaf’.
and I was just like ‘Oh’, and so I skipped over the questions and just gave her a nice smile instead of the usual schpiel we’re supposed to give. she thanked me in sign language and smiled back before walking away.
and that’s just one tiny example. she was just one customer of hundreds that shift. that’s not even mentioning all the other types of people I ring in a day, of all ages, body sizes, races/skin colors, and gender expression.
it’s like…that’s how the world is.
when people say having diversity in a fictional universe seems ‘false’ or ‘forced’, that says to me that they must exist in a very homogenous, sheltered environment. because even working for a company that has a rather disproportionately-high white middle-class customer demographic, I still see more diversity on any given day than I tend to ever see in books and movies and TV shows.
it’s just kind of laughable to me when people say a movie/book/franchise has “too much” diversity. because there’s no such thing.
When they say diversity is being ‘forced’ they are saying “It’s bad enough I have to tolerate your existence here in this world. I don’t want to have to ever think about you in a fictional one.”
Of course, some of the people saying this live in communities that are 99% one group*. Where any diversity is hidden as well as possible, due to social pressure. My in-laws’ town has age differences, and to a certain extent size differences. Everything else is hidden as well as possible.
My husband didn’t find out he was Autistic until he was 30. Non-white (Mennonite) people don’t move there. No person would admit to being non cisheterosexual unless they had no other options. Poverty is contained in separate neighbourhoods.
People can go weeks without encountering anything noticeably ‘other.’ And they convince themselves that this is what the world is like.
*I noticed after writing this that OP had already mentioned it in passing. Growing up, I didn’t realize homogeneous communities existed. I always get excited to let people know how WEIRD the world is. ‘Some people never see difference!’ But for many people, it’s the opposite that’s a surprise. So sorry if this seems redundant.
(It’s just that I’m white, appear cishet, am a nice Christian girl, thin, English as a first language – and am hopelessly outside these people’s experience. Wrong church denomination, not neurotypical enough, grew up too poor. I grew up in areas SO MUCH more diverse than that. You adapt! The mindset just baffles me. [And the bigotry makes me leave the room and cry in the bathroom.])
They did that most places he sat in a chair, because the world was sized for adults, but he was especially aware of it right now. Pulling them up onto the seat with him would definitely not be appropriate. Even letting them swing seemed like it was probably going to draw negative attention. Why hadn’t he asked Alfred what to do with his feet.
There was a tablecloth. People would have to be paying pretty close attention to notice his gently swinging feet. But he was with Bruce, so they might be.
And none of that helped him with the damned lunch menu. It was supposedly shorter and simpler and cheaper than the dinner menu. The dinner menu didn’t even have prices on it. Ugh.
“Bruce,” he hissed, finally, giving in to the inevitable. Bruce looked up from his own menu, blandly pleasant. “It’s in French!”
“Oh. All the dish names are, yes,” Bruce acknowledged. Which was the important part, since where there even was English text under the French words it was clarifying that you could get something with or without mushrooms, or things like that, not explaining what the dish was, like Indian restaurants had the courtesy to do.
Bruce leaned over across the table so he could see Jason’s menu if he turned it sideways, which, there went subtlety. Jason guessed people pointing things out to each other on the menu, or at least to kids, wasn’t weird, because he was here to learn how to act normal at this kind of fancy place and Bruce was doing it and he wouldn’t if it was a bad example, but he still felt uncomfortably exposed and noticeable.
(He looked fine. He knew he looked fine. He hadn’t done anything that could mess up his hair, and they hadn’t gotten anything to eat or drink yet that could have messed up his clothes, and Alfred had picked them out so they were exactly the right level of formal for lunch-but-not-dinner at this particular level of restaurant.)
“I recommend this,” Bruce said, tapping an item about halfway down the page. Jason wasn’t entirely sure how to pronounce that. Krawkwet? Crow-kay? Like in Alice? “Hard to go wrong with croque monsieur.”
Croke. Why put a q in when you weren’t going to pronounce it? “What is it?”
“National lunch of France. It’s basically just a grilled cheese sandwich with ham.”
Jason looked at the menu, up at Bruce, and back at the menu again. “And it’s sixteen dollars? I could get the stuff to make eight of those for…under eight dollars. Six if I was near a real grocery store and didn’t have to pay bodega prices.”
Bruce grinned. It was one of those weird expressions, the ones you almost never saw in costume but not because they were fake. “Well, the cheese and bread and ham are going to be much more expensive versions, which usually improves the flavor and nutrition, and it’s amazing what an experienced chef can sometimes do with simple ingredients, but yeah, we’re mostly paying for the privilege of eating our toasted ham and cheese here, at La Fleur.”
“Hmph,” said Jason.
Bruce sat back to his own side of the table. “Croque monsieur means ‘Mister Crunch,’” he confided. “France isn’t as fancy as it likes foreigners to think it is.”
Jason snickered. “Okay, then. I’ll have a Mister Crunch.”
“If you want a fried egg included, you can have Missus Crunch.”
Jason set his menu down to join Bruce’s with a sense of relief. He’d probably need to work out a strategy for incomprehensible menus at some point, but that wasn’t the task today. “Nah. The manly ham sandwich is fine.”
The very polite waiter turned up next to their table less than two minutes later, expectant but silent. “I’d like a croque monsieur, please,” said Jason, pronouncing it very carefully, which probably sounded ridiculous but better than getting it wrong.
“And I’ll have the chicken confit, thank you,” said Bruce, passing his menu to the guy, who managed to take it, nod, and write both their orders down in one smooth series of motions. Jason wondered if the guys had gone to the same school as Alfred. He handed over his menu, too. “And juice for both of us to drink,” Bruce added, and the waiter noted that too before disappearing like magic. Or Batman.
Alfred and Bruce still refused to tell him which of them had learned to disappear from the other. This restaurant experience was weighting the odds toward Alfred.
Jason was not a huge fan of the French idea of a good grilling cheese, though it wasn’t bad, but his sandwich came oozing delicious gloopy white sauce that made up for the cheese and was an absolute beast to keep from spotting his sleeves.
He was pretty sure Alfred would be proud. Bruce certainly looked like he was, and while the guy who was training him to kick the shit out of bad guys being proud of him for ordering and consuming a sandwich without embarrassing himself was kind of stupid, he couldn’t help feeling all warm and fuzzy under the ribs about it.
If he wasn’t Robin he would be at roughly negative a million cool points by now, and he didn’t even care.
The cutest! Sweetest! Bruce does it perfectly! Totally handles the embarrassment and out of place feelings Jason is experiencing. Loved it!
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