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Trying to argue why it’s ridiculous for two dudes to not ride a motorcycle together and I get this:

“Um well two guys can’t ride a motorcycle together, not because it’s gay or anything, but it’s intimate you know, so…”

Well I guess I’m never fucking riding with my brother on his bike ever again, thanks??

lemedy:

In fun news, looks like my main bank card was skimmed.

Not a huge amount of $$$ was lost and whatever was debited from my card will be credited back after the bank verifies it as a fraudulent transaction. It’s likely they were just testing the waters to see if my card was active and could be used before they decided to go for bigger purchases. Which won’t happen as card has been reported and blocked.

Mostly it’s just a pain in the ass to wait for the new card, but only a minor inconvenience at best.

Kids, make sure you’re checking your debit/credit card fairly regularly. Something looks weird, report it. And may the skimmers step on all the lego pieces.

So, I decided to have a conversation on twitter between Dumbldore and McGonagall and a few thousand likes later, I put it here:

locym:

princelesscomic:

Dumbledore: Minerva, I had a relationship with another man once but I never talk about because it ended poorly. 

McGonagall: Who? 

D: Grindelwald 

M: No, I don’t remember hearing about that. 

D: We didn’t really talk about it then, either. 

M: Albus, did Grindelwald know? 

D: Unclear

D: It was the defining relationship of my life. I would never love again. 

M: It sounds like you didn’t love then. 

D: we had an understanding. 

M: That you never discussed with him? It sounds like what you had was a crush.

D: Anyway, I was sitting outside Grindelwald’s window one night– 

M: Come again. 

D: I think he knew I was there. He sensed it. 

M: Albus, what you’re describing is stalking. 

D: We had a bond 

M: You shouldn’t tell anyone else this story. 

D: Hmmm

D: Minerva, surely you understand why I’ve held this back? 

M: I have my answer written on a card, but I doubt your answer will match. 

D: I was in love with a monster! 

M: I’ve dated 2 evil wizards, an evil witch in college, and 2 actual literal monsters Albus.

D: You dated a witch, Minerva? 

M: Several Albus, only one evil one though. Not so many lesbians are for enslaving others based on biological differences. 

D: Evil witches and wizards? But you’re the head of Gryffindor! 

M: I didn’t say I was going to marry them, Albus!

D: But…I had to defeat him in a duel! 

M: You think I’ve never dueled someone I slept with Albus? It’s part of life when you live as long as we do. 

D: Slept with!? Minerva, I never slept with Grindelwald! Outside his window, sure. 

M: It troubles me that you don’t know that’s bad

M: Albus, you should get back out there. Meet other adult gay men. 

D: Minerva, I don’t say that word out loud! 

M: You say Voldemort all the time, but gay is right out. 

D: What would the children think? 

M: They’d probably be inspired. Did you know one of our students is Jewish?

M: Seriously, Albus, go find yourself a nice Hufflepuff bear. Hufflepuffs always make sure you’re taken care of. 

A: But Minerva, I’m a Gryffindor! 

M: You don’t know anything, Albus. There’s no such thing as a pleasant hookup between two Gryffindors, it’s marriage or death

D: I don’t think I’m ready. 

M: You’ve had a century, Albus. Have you considered you might be asexual? Maybe even homoromantic asexual? You know sexuality and romance or more complicated than just straight or gay.

D: Nope, definitely gay. Plain ol’ gay.

M: But you never stop talking and this has never come up. Then give us any textual proof! Hatef&$÷ a Slytherin for all I care!

LOL just.. LOL

Dr Bleak doesn’t sound like he came with that name, does that mean that mad doctors get to chose their names in the Moors? And if so, what would Jack’s be?

seananmcguire:

She never got to find out.

She had dreams, in the windmill.  Humans can dream anywhere, even in fantastic lands that should seem like dreams unto themselves, and Jack was no different.  She lay in her room, shoulders to the stone, and dreamt, not of mattresses and feather pillows, but of the day when the scalpel passed to her own two hands, when she became one half of the broken mirror of the leadership of the Moors.  She dreamt herself gruff and cold and kind, like the man who worked so hard to keep her safe, even when he thought she didn’t see.  She dreamt herself merciful.

One day, she would be the one who went to the castle, and it would be Jill at the head of the table, Jill demanding custody of a foundling.  And she would find a way to trick her sister, who was forgetting how to be clever in favor of being cruel, and she would bring that child home to Alexis, who would have her feather pillows, if that was what she wanted, and they would do their duty, together.  They would protect the Moors, together, the mad scientist and the mad scientist’s beautiful wife, and it wouldn’t matter what the people came to call her, because she would always know who she was.

She was the lightning’s daughter, and the child of a man with the storm in his hands, and she had chosen this, she had chosen this, she had chosen this all along.

Here is the trouble with dreamers:

They wake up.

Me: I will drive safely and carefully and get through Arizona because I really want to get to New Mexico and have time to chill, just relax and get some actual sleep

Also me: fucking books it through the mountains, through a locally well-known speed trap

I am An Idiot 🎉