(( OOC: There are a lot of new faces around, and it’s hard to keep track of everyone, so how about we get an RP train going?
I know there are a lot of veterans in the group that have been around for years, but maybe we can get everyone on one post, old and new! 🙂
If you’re actively RP-ing in the community right now, reblog with your favorite gif and a little bit about yourself!
Par exemple…
Hey, my name is TT, I’m 28, and I never fucking learned how to adult. ))
(( Yo! My names Maddy or M, I’m 20 and I’m drowning in school work and haven’t been able to film in forever but I’m coming back soon I swear!!))
((Hi I’m Bux. I’m 23 and I’m here with my ugliest facial expressions and the sass you need to finish your day. I’ve been here for way too long…))
I’m Andy Gray. I’m currently traveling through Ireland with the love of my life (KP) so I don’t get a lot of time to RP anymore, I also like to smirk and raise my eyebrow.
I’m Emily-Grace or EG, I’m 23, been around here for 2 years and some change, and I’m extra af 🙂
Hi I’m Jess, I’m 23 and I never fuckin learnt how to control my facial expressions.
I took my meds too close to bedtime again and I need you all to know the dream I had last night involved Robin Williams becoming the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Not, a character portrayed by Robin Williams, just Robin Williams as himself running around Hogwarts doing wandless magic and being as loud and big as possible because and I quote before I forget:
“Listen, children, I’m not saying all this bad shit that is happening isn’t scary and you shouldn’t be concerned–because you should!–but I’m telling you this now for free. Life is a boggart, it’s the biggest boggart of them all. You never know what it’s going to look like one moment to the next. And sometimes you just gotta laugh. It’s okay to laugh. It’s part of the grieving process. You need to grieve before you can heal. But it’s okay to laugh while you’re doing it.”
I didn’t wake up right after that, some more stuff happened in a hazy sort of way as the dream began to dissolve into conciousness, but I remember him yelling Expecto Patronum as he punched a Death Eater in the face. Because sometimes, evidently, you have to make your own happy memories.
I think Robin Williams literally visited you in your sleep from the beyond in order to pass this message on to the world.
I teared up reading this so I feel like that’s 100% exactly what happened.
Instead of shrugging it off, the Wizarding World freaks tf out when they hear that an eleven-year-old burned a man to death using his bare hands.
Harry is dragged to a Hearing at the Ministry before he’s even a teenager. It’s there that he meets Arthur Weasley, who recognizes him from Ron’s letters, and invites him to stay at the Burrow during the evenings. (The Hearing takes quite some time.) Ron and his siblings try to cheer him up. Hermione writes every day, talking about new legal measures that she’s read about. Mrs. Weasley dotes over Harry, assuring him that everything’s going to be fine. She never expected the Wizengamot to convict a twelve-year-old.
But they do.
Several days before he’s set to return to Hogwarts, Harry James Potter is convicted of the murder of Quirinus Quirrell.
Instead of stepping onto the Hogwarts Express, Harry is ushered into a boat that takes him across a choppy ocean. He feels the happiness slip away from him, replaced by the repeated mental images of the worst memories of his life.
The first night is terrible. Harry sits with his back against the wall of the damp cell, watching these strange cloaked creatures sweep down the corridor, sucking away any joy. He can hear the screams of the other prisoners, the pleas for their sanity, for their freedom.
It’s a quarter past midnight before Harry finally snaps, running to the bars, and shaking them.
“Let me out,” he cries, “Please; let me out!”
The other prisoners scream alongside him, though they’re only interested in their own release.
In fact, only one prisoner seems to pay him any mind.
The man in the cell across the corridor slowly stands up, his shaggy hair covering his face. He staggers over to his own bars, his whisper wafting across the corridor:
“Prongs?”
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IN ALL OF THE HELLPITS OF FANDOM FUCKERY IS THIS!?!?
“In fact, during the audition with Chris Evans, the script says, “Spidey flips into scene,” and Tom goes, “Oh, should I do that?” Evans is like, [sarcastically] “Oh, yeah. Yeah, you just flip into the scene kid. No, you just walk in.” He does it. A standing flip, jump, flip, land. Even Chris Evans was like, “What…what happened?” – Kevin Feige, producer and President of Marvel
You hire Spider-Man and you fucking got Spider-Man.
Weird how opening spotify in a web browser with a decent ad blocker allows you to skip ads just like would happen if you had premium. Sure hope no one takes advantage of that.
‘I tend to think of Karen as being quite lonely. Coming out of The Defenders, Matt’s potentially dead and Foggy has this new job and girlfriend and is living his life. Then coming out of The Punisher, Frank basically says to me, “You can’t be part of my life, and I can’t be part of your life,” and I have to watch him just leave and go continue to be a fugitive.’ – Deborah Ann Woll.
I love this interpretation of the iconic elevator scene. These two are both raw jagged shuddering messes of anguish but for a moment, just for the tiniest moment, they step into a moment of clarity and–let each other go.
In that scene, he’s asking her permission to return to the underworld, which she gives.
It must be excruciating for Karen–to have a foot in both worlds but to be accepted by neither. She doesn’t belong to either hell or heaven. (But at least now Matt and Foggy have a better understanding of who she is, which releases the tension.)
Frank, of course, instinctively knew who Karen was all along–he saw the pain in her, just like she saw the light in him. That’s why I love them. To be seen is a powerful emotion. In the elevator scene, they acknowledge and accept each other completely and utterly. The tragedy is this acknowledgement and acceptance comes with acknowledging and accepting they can’t be a part of each other’s lives. For now.
I didn’t mean to write a little thing. I just really love DAW and her feelings about Karen.
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