Ronald Weasley's Bedroom

Something I've seen in fics a few times but not for comedic effect is the idea that Constantine selling his soul so many times makes him look/feel Wrong to ghosts.

Like I love various Danny ghost shenanigans giving Constantine a heart attack in stories but just imagine that Constantine is like deeply, deeply unsettling for Ghosts & Liminals to be around.

To the point of whenever he and Danny meet for the first time at the Watchtower after Danny's joined the League, Constantine just walks in and upon turning to look at who just walked in Danny just shrieks like a small child and throws a chair at him out of reflex, diving behind Captain Marvel to use him as a magical human meat shield while screeching "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" At the top of his lungs and doesn't stop until Batman makes Constantine leave.

Even after Zantanna explains Constantine's whole deal and Danny explains to the Justice League how totally fucked up that looks/feels like to him ("Dude, Ghosts are their core, for us you see that before you see the shape of whoever you're talking to. Like, imagine someone walks up to you with a face that looks like it's made out of a shattered plate and the pieces are bleeding"

Or like, imagine instead it's a thing were Jason and Jazz are dating and Jazz, Danny & Elle are invited over for a nice meet the family brunch - "Brunch is fun and casual!" Dick insisted, "Way less intimidating than if we had them over for dinner!") and Constantine pops in to talk to Bruce about a case.

And the second he walks into the room all three just shriek like they're from an episode of Scooby Doo.

Elle takes one look at Constantine and just nopes out of there so hard she doesn't even gk intangible as she throws herself out the window and starts flying for the hills. Danny screeches like a cat whose tail has been stepped on and jumps onto the ceiling and scrambles away. Jazz screams like a house wife from an old Looney Tunes cartoon and starts climbing Jason like a tree - which is a bit of a problem since she's half a foot taller than Jay and throwing his center of balance off a bit and now half of the plates are smashed on the floor.

Jason doesn't even notice though because he also is losing his shit over what the fuck that thing is and unlike Elle is far more interested in Fight rather than Flight and pulls out a gun - "Why'd you bring a gun to brunch?! Guns aren't fun or casual!" - and just starts unloading on Constantine (who is very lucky Jason has switched to non lethal rounds and that he's quick enough with his spells to largely keep most of the rubber bullets from hitting him) also while screaming at the top of his lungs.

And well, turns out Jason's new girlfriend is the older sister of that ghost hero the League's been looking to recruit and Bruce is gonna take advantage of that - Phantom has been hard to pin down, which is fair, bad history with government agencies trying to kill him and all - to talk to him about a place with JL, though first he's going to have to get him down from the ceiling and that'd be a lot easier if Constantine would just leave already, they are supposed to be having a family brunch this is his one day off!

(Elle screams her all the way to Metropolis and doesn't stop until she nearly knocks Superman out of the sky. He isn’t really sure what's going on, but he does manage to calm her down and takes her to go get some ice cream. When he pitches joining JL she tells him that she thinks he's kinda lame but that Superboy is cool so she's down. It's...honestly kinda devastating but Clark manages to get through it.

A note gets made when the two ghost heroes officially join the League that partnerships with Constantine should be kept at an absolute minimum.)

And lol yeah, just, Constantine being utterly terrifying to Danny and the Pham

What Me & My Co-Workers Say But As BSD Characters part 3

Louisa: Salutations

Lucy: Konichiwa

Louisa: Oh?* laughs in surprise*

Lucy: Sorry that was the only language in my head

Louisa: *teasing* Fluent

Lucy: *laughs* I know handful but not fluent. Not even English. Native language

Louisa: I’m fluent in gibberish.

Lucy: Ghaklafsjaf

Both: *laughs loudly*

Me: *so tired my eyes hurt and I’m struggling to keep them open*

Brain: hoe don’t do it

Me: *clicks*

Brain: oh my god 

Hot dang women *raises a water bottle*

"Goodbye volleyball."

*chugs water, stops and says winded* I’m so fucking gay, holy shit. I love women

Fic: you taste sweet

Whenever I voice my interpretation of Ron being bi, there's always someone in the comments who's like, "But that's stereotypical, just because he's soft doesn't necessarily mean he's not straight", and while I genuinely agree with the general idea of this, I just can't imagine Ron being grossed out if (or when) Harry confesses his undying love for him. What do you say about this argument?

"But that's stereotypical, just because he's soft doesn't necessarily mean he's not straight"

No yeah ok that's valid, absolutely.

Or rather. It WOULD be valid.

If we were talking about any character other than Ron.

People COMPLETELY refuse to acknowledge his soft side.

Even among Romione shippers, you've got all the "oooh sex god dom Ron making Hermione moan and whimper cuz he SO virile and super buff manly man ;)" and that makes me go akkdjzkfzfhjkflfhfhonononononono but yeah ok whatever.

In this godforsaken fandom everyone is SO fucking intent on claiming that Ron is "the token straight :)))" and I'm like, Hermione's (more like HETmione amirite) right here my dudes.

It's all because this stupidass fandom wants Ron to be lesser.

Supporting LGBT identities is great, so Ron MUST be the only straight among his group of friends and be mocked for it because the books have taught us that anything Ron does must be mocked or shut down. That Ron is "the average one". That Ron is "mediocre", the "not special" one...

In this fandom, Ron is forced into this role of "big dumb boy". Written to be "whipped into shape" by Super Goddess Feminist Hermione Granger who is SUCH a role model and empowering and has SUCH compassion for everyone (except for Ron cuz lol Ron's not worthy of compassion, he's just a boy).

So, whether Ron's bisexual or not, it's really just to do with his IMAGE.

This warped ugly image fandom has developed of him, of a stupid dumb boy that's just so basic masculine with sports and shit and needs Enlightened Hermione to teach him to not be a mean boy anymore :))) is TOTAL UTTER BULLSHIT AND I FUCKING HATE IT.

So go. Go and spread the word. Talk about how Ron Weasley is a total softie and an adorable malewife who WILL punch a bitch and swear like a sailor before offering his kids' friends cookies. Make it clear that if Malfoy ever got out of a fight with Ron alive it was only because Ron was being restrained. Tell the world that Ron is a gentle giant that is mindful of his strength and would NEVER use it to harm anyone he loves. TELL THEM ALL

Some good old fashioned “my best friend is dead” angst!

(YJ Style is harder than I thought ;-;)

ive been watching dan vs

The second chapter is out *cries*

Dazatsu Month Day 10 and 26 WIP

~.~4 years ago~.~

“Then who the hell is this?”

Dazai Osamu felt as if the world was coming down on him when he looked at body that was not Dostoevsky Fyodor. It was nothing but some dried up mummy of a man that had no defining features. An urge to throw himself onto the ground (this time not out of worried confusion) and roll around until the dirt scrap every inch of his skin off. He wants to grip his greasy, dark, wavy brown hair tightly in his hands and pulled and pull and pull. Pull so hard that it lend to his scalp bleeding from the force.

“During the prison break race….Dostoevsky was frantic.”

Atsushi was in danger.

“He was frantic…because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.”

He was in danger and Dazai was stuck here in Meursault.

The agency was without its dagger in the shadows.

Letting out a snarl, the rust brown eyed man pivoted on his broken leg and ran back into the building. Ignoring the knives carving themselves into his legs.

”Oi! Mackerel! What the face?!” Chuuya barked like the dog in his ear. “Dazai!”

”He’s not dead!” The said man gritted through clenched teeth to stop from shrieking like a banshee. “His ability! We were wrong! I was wrong!”

Those words felt as if he failed. As if all the energy, sweat, and blood he put into his plan meant nothing. Chuuya could be heard stomping right behind him, cursing a storm. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as the shorter scoop up the sleeping Sigma and chased after him. Dazai close his eyes tightly in gratitude that his old partner followed without a second thought. Reopening his eyes, he pushed himself harder to get to the control room.

He had to get in contact with Ango Sakaguchi as fast as he could. Atsushi’s time was running out. Who knew what was happening all this time he was just lying on the ground. Every minute he does nothing was a minute that his best friend loses. A lost minute that his Atsushi gets closer to wha that fucker has planned.

Bump

Thump

Pain shot throughout his body making him gasp and stumble. It was like he was being shot at. Another wave crashed into him as if Kenji struck him full power. It was far worst then a gunshot as he fell to his knees. Chuuya skid to a stop with a shout. Pain clawed its way into him as if it was a tiger mauling its teeth into the soft belly of its prey. He vomited up what little dinner he had eaten earlier as he tried digging his fingers into white tiles.

“Son of a bitch.” The orange lovelock haired man cursed as he put his cargo on the ground. He raced towards the pain-in his ass of an ex-partner, worry sketching itself on to his face. “You took the antidote right? Hey shithead! Did you take the antidote?”

Practically coughing up a lung, all Dazai could do was nod his head. He wanted to snark at the idiotic slug because he was there when the ex-demon stabbed the needle into his skin. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. He thought as he grabbed his throat and started to rake his short nails into skin wasn’t covered by bandages. This cause the other to freak and try to pull his hands away.

Watery Rust brown eyes peered deep into wide bight ocean blue eyes. (He could see hint of green swirling around like a full moon tidal wave. For a moment he couldn’t help but wish that his personal little moonlight that is his sweet little Atsushi, would never meet the tsunami that is Chuuya Nakahara. Only to remember that they had met and both could never look away from each other. As if they were the moon and sea locked in a dance no human should witness. Dazai had never once felt the need to raze the city to the ground until the day he found them trapped in the elevator.)

“Osamu!”

The world went black.