Random Stuff X: Something Weird

[A Budgie]

Just now, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

Y'all'mightn'tdn't've'em'o'clock

Thanks. I could see the o'clock, but I wasn't sure about the rest of it.

[Oversleep]

8 minutes ago, A Budgie said:

@Oversleep the last one is kinda too small to read...what does it say exactly?...but it's still good.

Open in new tab

[+Slowswift]

I... dislike closing. Sure, the sunset's pretty, and I don't actually mind the act of closing, but the hours just suck.

And guess who's closing literally every shift for the foreseeable future?

Also, I've just discovered two large blisters on my toes, which explains why they've been hurting. Bother.

[The Honor Spren]

My dad came into my room and I could see in his eyes he wanted to tell me to clean up all the clothes on my floor. But then he looked around some more and realized I don't have any hangers or a dresser . . .  Or a bed.

Edited May 14, 2017 by The Honor Spren

[Mestiv]

@The Honor Spren

via Imgflip Meme Generator

[Delightful]

11 hours ago, Oversleep said:

If it's too small to read, you can open it in new tab

Ive seen the meme around but where do these images come from?

3 hours ago, The Honor Spren said:

My dad came into my room and I could see in his eyes he wanted to tell me to clean up all the clothes on my floor. But then he looked around some more and realized I don't have any hangers or a dresser . . .  Or a bed.

 

2 hours ago, Mestiv said:

@The Honor Spren

via Imgflip Meme Generator

The meme game is strong today. 

[Mestiv]

I just now noticed I made (or rather my phone made) a mistake in the meme. I feel so ashamed 

[A Budgie]

3 minutes ago, Mestiv said:

I just now noticed I made (or rather my phone made) a mistake in the meme. I feel so ashamed 

I'd. I only just noticed that.

[Darkness Ascendant]

30 minutes ago, A Budgie said:

I'd. I only just noticed that.

>> as did I

[Quiver]

This is how The Last Jedi should open:

 

[Sunbird]

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles

[Mistrunner]

2 hours ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

@Delightfully Smoak @Quiver @Darkness Ascendant @The Honor Spren @Slowswift @The Sovereign

 

  Reveal hidden contents

I'm in a magic box, hurtling through the air at who-knows-how-many miles an hour. 

A box piloted by some nutter who thinks I'm his distant grandson. Even though he can't be more than—what, twenty-eight? Thirty? 

Wait—is it magic? 

The TARDIS had an awful lot of buttons and levers for something magical. Draco was no expert on Muggle machinery, but what he saw matched the little he knew of it. Then again, the whole thing was bigger on the inside, which shouldn't have been possible without magic—which, again, would explain why the magic in Hogwarts hadn't interfered with its circuits or conductors or whatever the hell Muggles used to power their machines. 

None of which, in his limited experience, looked a thing like the TARDIS. 

Draco knew he shouldn't ask too many questions. The Doctor's fury on his behalf could be turned on him in less time than it took to blink, and a man mental enough to think he was old enough to have a great-great-great-great-etcetera grandson would be unstable enough to snap at the drop of a hat. But the TARDIS was a mystery wrapped inside a contradiction, and no amount of reasoning on his part could keep his curiosity at bay. He wanted to know—needed to know—and hated it, hated the way it chipped at his veneer of a detached young wizard with all the knowledge he needed. 

But not knowing….

"Doctor?" 

The Doctor looked up immediately, killing Draco's hope that the noise of flight—or whatever the hell the TARDIS did—would keep him from hearing the question. 

"How'd the TARDIS get into Hogwarts?" 

"Flew in through an interdimensional ripple that got her there, slipped in between the cracks, landed in that room you were in. Bit of an odd landing, but simple enough." 

Draco made a mental note not to ask what the hell an interdimensional ripple was or what it implied about reality as he knew it, knowing he'd disregard that note before the hour was through. "But there's magic in Hogwarts." 

"And the Planet of Hats has more hats than any being could ever wear. Well, any being with a head, anyway—though I supposed those headless ones could just wear them on their hands. Or feet, if they preferred, though that'd make walking a bit clumsy—not that wearing a hat on your hands would make doing anything easy. Anyway, you had a point?" 

Planet of Hats, headless beings—brilliant. I'll be sounding like Granger by day's end. "The magic interferes with Muggle technology. Shouldn't the TARDIS have crashed the second it got inside?" 

"Nah. Uses the energy of the universe as power. Magic's just another sort of fuel. Besides, the TARDIS isn't a machine—not what you'd call a machine, anyway." 

Was any of that supposed to make sense? Draco thought the question, but didn't dare voice it. He'd asked for an answer and received one, and that was that. 

"Anything else you'd like to know?" 

Draco pictured his questions as a list, which already would have filled a good two feet of parchment. "No, no, thank you." 

"Right then, here we are." The floor of the TARDIS bucked, nearly knocking Draco from his feet. He tightened his grip on the handhold he'd found, for all the good it did, as a sound somewhere between a scrape and a whoosh filled the air. The thing was either landing or about to fall apart, and he had a horrible suspicion it was the latter.  

Then, all was still. The Doctor's shoes slapped the floor as he bounced to the doors and flung them open. 

"Take a look at that, will you? No matter when you visit, London never changes. Right, Draco? Er—Draco?" 

With some effort, Draco loosened his grip, took a tentative step forward. 

The Doctor laughed. "It was just a landing. Come on—look at this, look." 

Draco bit back a snide remark about the sight being worth their lives, and joined the Doctor at the doors. The sight made his stomach do a flip. 

He had been to London before—not only Diagon Alley, but Muggle London, for the short trips necessary to get him to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Dad had never spent much time in the Muggle section of the city, and so Draco would not have claimed familiarity with it. Yet even with the little experience he had, the few sights he'd seen in passing, he knew what Muggle London looked like. 

This was not Muggle London. 

Strange rounded automobiles in muted colors lumbered down the streets. Men in suits not unlike the Doctor's, women in knee-length dresses, hurried along the sidewalks. The buildings—they weren't as tall as he remembered. There were more differences, smaller things he couldn't articulate, things that made his mind scream wrong! wrong! wrong!

"You all right, there?" 

"This isn't London." 

"Sure it is. London, 1937. A very old city loaded with historical charm." 

The Doctor grinned as he said it, but Draco couldn't manage anything approaching a smile. "No—that—impossible." 

"Well, we're here, so I'd say it's fairly possible." 

"No—no, see, time—" He knew the rules of time travel: no more than five hours, disaster strikes if you travel further than that, you get stuck centuries from home and disintegrate the second you return…. "We have to go." 

The Doctor laughed. "We just got here! Come on, I'll show you 'round." 

"No—but—you don't understand—people die—" 

"—if you use a sophisticated but imperfect time travel device, such as a Time-Turner, which we didn't. Great invention, by the way. Watched it made, but anyway. We used a TARDIS." He stepped back toward the door. "Really, Draco, it's fine. I've been to the time of the dinosaurs and the end of the world and do I look like dust to you?" 

He most certainly did not look like dust. He did, however, look less like an ordinary human and more like something strange and alien wearing a human face, albeit one with a reassuring smile. Draco understood, then, how the Doctor could pop into Hogwarts and out again with his strange machine intact. He understood how he could know about the Dark Lord and the war and think he had the power to change anything at all. And he understood, at last, how the Doctor could claim to be a relation from the Middle Ages. 

Draco thought he'd done well holding his questions back. But this one spilled out against his will, before he could rephrase it into something less offensive. 

"What the hell are you?" 

 

I never knew I needed this in my life until now.

[Sunbird]

4 minutes ago, Mistrunner said:

I never knew I needed this in my life until now.

Have you read the previous parts of this fanfic that Twi has posted? I think they're all in this thread somewhere.

[Mistrunner]

1 hour ago, Sunbird said:

Have you read the previous parts of this fanfic that Twi has posted? I think they're all in this thread somewhere.

Excuse me while I go search them up. 

[StrikerEZ]

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles

These Hogwarts-Doctor Who fanfics have been amazing, and I haven't read Harry Potter or watched very much Doctor Who. Either way, I recommend you start tagging me in your posts with them. 

Also, I discovered Bill Wurtz. I'm happy.

 

[Mestiv]

23 minutes ago, StrikerEZ said:

I haven't read Harry Potter or watched very much Doctor Who

Not watching Doctor Who I can understand, but Harry Potter... 

[Delightful]

6 hours ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

@Delightfully Smoak @Quiver @Darkness Ascendant @The Honor Spren @Slowswift @The Sovereign

 

  Hide contents

I'm in a magic box, hurtling through the air at who-knows-how-many miles an hour. 

A box piloted by some nutter who thinks I'm his distant grandson. Even though he can't be more than—what, twenty-eight? Thirty? 

Wait—is it magic? 

The TARDIS had an awful lot of buttons and levers for something magical. Draco was no expert on Muggle machinery, but what he saw matched the little he knew of it. Then again, the whole thing was bigger on the inside, which shouldn't have been possible without magic—which, again, would explain why the magic in Hogwarts hadn't interfered with its circuits or conductors or whatever the hell Muggles used to power their machines. 

None of which, in his limited experience, looked a thing like the TARDIS. 

Draco knew he shouldn't ask too many questions. The Doctor's fury on his behalf could be turned on him in less time than it took to blink, and a man mental enough to think he was old enough to have a great-great-great-great-etcetera grandson would be unstable enough to snap at the drop of a hat. But the TARDIS was a mystery wrapped inside a contradiction, and no amount of reasoning on his part could keep his curiosity at bay. He wanted to know—needed to know—and hated it, hated the way it chipped at his veneer of a detached young wizard with all the knowledge he needed. 

But not knowing….

"Doctor?" 

The Doctor looked up immediately, killing Draco's hope that the noise of flight—or whatever the hell the TARDIS did—would keep him from hearing the question. 

"How'd the TARDIS get into Hogwarts?" 

"Flew in through an interdimensional ripple that got her there, slipped in between the cracks, landed in that room you were in. Bit of an odd landing, but simple enough." 

Draco made a mental note not to ask what the hell an interdimensional ripple was or what it implied about reality as he knew it, knowing he'd disregard that note before the hour was through. "But there's magic in Hogwarts." 

"And the Planet of Hats has more hats than any being could ever wear. Well, any being with a head, anyway—though I supposed those headless ones could just wear them on their hands. Or feet, if they preferred, though that'd make walking a bit clumsy—not that wearing a hat on your hands would make doing anything easy. Anyway, you had a point?" 

Planet of Hats, headless beings—brilliant. I'll be sounding like Granger by day's end. "The magic interferes with Muggle technology. Shouldn't the TARDIS have crashed the second it got inside?" 

"Nah. Uses the energy of the universe as power. Magic's just another sort of fuel. Besides, the TARDIS isn't a machine—not what you'd call a machine, anyway." 

Was any of that supposed to make sense? Draco thought the question, but didn't dare voice it. He'd asked for an answer and received one, and that was that. 

"Anything else you'd like to know?" 

Draco pictured his questions as a list, which already would have filled a good two feet of parchment. "No, no, thank you." 

"Right then, here we are." The floor of the TARDIS bucked, nearly knocking Draco from his feet. He tightened his grip on the handhold he'd found, for all the good it did, as a sound somewhere between a scrape and a whoosh filled the air. The thing was either landing or about to fall apart, and he had a horrible suspicion it was the latter.  

Then, all was still. The Doctor's shoes slapped the floor as he bounced to the doors and flung them open. 

"Take a look at that, will you? No matter when you visit, London never changes. Right, Draco? Er—Draco?" 

With some effort, Draco loosened his grip, took a tentative step forward. 

The Doctor laughed. "It was just a landing. Come on—look at this, look." 

Draco bit back a snide remark about the sight being worth their lives, and joined the Doctor at the doors. The sight made his stomach do a flip. 

He had been to London before—not only Diagon Alley, but Muggle London, for the short trips necessary to get him to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Dad had never spent much time in the Muggle section of the city, and so Draco would not have claimed familiarity with it. Yet even with the little experience he had, the few sights he'd seen in passing, he knew what Muggle London looked like. 

This was not Muggle London. 

Strange rounded automobiles in muted colors lumbered down the streets. Men in suits not unlike the Doctor's, women in knee-length dresses, hurried along the sidewalks. The buildings—they weren't as tall as he remembered. There were more differences, smaller things he couldn't articulate, things that made his mind scream wrong! wrong! wrong!

"You all right, there?" 

"This isn't London." 

"Sure it is. London, 1937. A very old city loaded with historical charm." 

The Doctor grinned as he said it, but Draco couldn't manage anything approaching a smile. "No—that—impossible." 

"Well, we're here, so I'd say it's fairly possible." 

"No—no, see, time—" He knew the rules of time travel: no more than five hours, disaster strikes if you travel further than that, you get stuck centuries from home and disintegrate the second you return…. "We have to go." 

The Doctor laughed. "We just got here! Come on, I'll show you 'round." 

"No—but—you don't understand—people die—" 

"—if you use a sophisticated but imperfect time travel device, such as a Time-Turner, which we didn't. Great invention, by the way. Watched it made, but anyway. We used a TARDIS." He stepped back toward the door. "Really, Draco, it's fine. I've been to the time of the dinosaurs and the end of the world and do I look like dust to you?" 

He most certainly did not look like dust. He did, however, look less like an ordinary human and more like something strange and alien wearing a human face, albeit one with a reassuring smile. Draco understood, then, how the Doctor could pop into Hogwarts and out again with his strange machine intact. He understood how he could know about the Dark Lord and the war and think he had the power to change anything at all. And he understood, at last, how the Doctor could claim to be a relation from the Middle Ages. 

Draco thought he'd done well holding his questions back. But this one spilled out against his will, before he could rephrase it into something less offensive. 

"What the hell are you?" 

 

I'm out of upvotes.

[Darkness Ascendant]

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles

*rubs eyes

When will you cease to amaze us? 

*fingers derringers

[A Budgie]

2 hours ago, Darkness Ascendant said:

*fingers derringers

The fact that that rhymes, combined with your sunglasses-wearing profile pic, half makes me think you're going to start rapping or something.
Please don't start rapping or something.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles]

9 hours ago, Sunbird said:

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles

 

8 hours ago, Mistrunner said:

I never knew I needed this in my life until now.

 

6 hours ago, StrikerEZ said:

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles

These Hogwarts-Doctor Who fanfics have been amazing, and I haven't read Harry Potter or watched very much Doctor Who. Either way, I recommend you start tagging me in your posts with them. 

Also, I discovered Bill Wurtz. I'm happy.

 

 

4 hours ago, Delightfully Smoak said:

I'm out of upvotes.

 

2 hours ago, Darkness Ascendant said:

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles

*rubs eyes

When will you cease to amaze us? 

*fingers derringers

Thanks, guys!  

Also, @Mistrunner, I know this is a bit belated, but I've also been compiling the chapters over on Quotev, if that's easier. 

[ShadowLord_Lith]

Anyone else find it ironic that Ati is simultaneously the name that translates as "Hope" and the name of the "god" of raw, untamable, and utter destruction and entropy? Just a thought I had while browsing the aons.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles]

8 minutes ago, ShadowLord_Lith said:

Anyone else find it ironic that Ati is simultaneously the name that translates as "Hope" and the name of the "god" of raw, untamable, and utter destruction and entropy? Just a thought I had while browsing the aons.

Maybe because you should hope you don't run into him?

[Quiver]

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles

I still want to see your Doctor, ya know; Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifty-Eight, whatever

[Chaos]

On 5/12/2017 at 3:51 PM, Left said:

So Paramore just released their first album in years today. Any other fans? Anyone got an opinion on the album yet? 

 

Lyrically I'm very impressed with it, but I'm having trouble adjusting to the new sound. I really like Paramore's punk rock songs, and most of their past pop like songs have bored me. This album has very few songs that could be called rock. They are faster than many of the older pop songs though, and very deep and dark lyrically. I haven't listened enough to pick out some favorites yet, but I do like the album mostly. I miss the guitars and drums though, all the synth just sound kinda inhuman. 

Ooo, thanks for letting me know this exists. I'm always out of the loop coming to new music.

I also liked the punk rock Paramore. I don't mind poppy stuff, but I will say I super do not care about lyrics. I have a very difficult time listening to lyrics, so that aspect is mostly irrelevant. I'm not sure if I will like this album because of it. But again, I don't mind pop in general. 

[Oversleep]

2 hours ago, ShadowLord_Lith said:

Anyone else find it ironic that Ati is simultaneously the name that translates as "Hope" and the name of the "god" of raw, untamable, and utter destruction and entropy? Just a thought I had while browsing the aons.

Actually Matisse is a cameo for real person... although I don't know whether Aon Ati came before or after that thing (the story is in the postcript of Hope of Elantris in AU).

I personally think Aon Ati was made so that Matisse could be Aonic name. But we should probably ask Brandon.