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(I hit post limit on four bogs :( )
Literally how??????
I mean that sucks but how?????
Couldn't pass up that Avatar reference
settle this for me once and for all
is “chai” a TYPE of tea??! bc in Hindi/Urdu, the word chai just means tea
Sorry about that, Pott-Erbrat; thank you and the rest of your fellows for answering despite my presumption. I appreciate your swift and thoughtful response!
You proclaim you’ve never chatted with a confounded and dumbfounded Claw before, but I postulate that you have! They just take particular pains to hide it, as Ravenclaws are all supposed to be all-knowing. However, I am quite settled in my confounded state and make no pretense otherwise, and have thus gone from Ravenclaw to ‘Claw. How can one learn if first one does not know?
Not quite so proud of the dumbfounded, but in the face of such a show of sheer gumption, what else can one be? Well, judging by other reader’s responses, quite a few other feelings.
My claws are not so magnificent now, but you have given me the inspiration to change that fact! Professor McGonagall might not thank you for my renewed interest in self-transfiguration, but I wager a nice set of cat claws would be a wonderful way to earn the title of Claw, and a nifty self-defense feature.
Again, thank you for you prompt and thoughtful response! I look forward to seeing from you again! C.D. Claw
PS. Please pass along my further message to Miss Pott!
Thank you so much for the clarification! I’m afraid I was too fascinated with the front page and missed the relevant important information - this seems to be a widespread deficiency among the wizarding world. My mother back home would be so ashamed.
On that note, would it be possible to purchase/obtain a secondary copy to send home, or fill out an order form with a muggle address for her? I’m sure she will be quite comforted by the good news you’re writing, and will follow avidly despite her blood disqualifying her from enjoying any of this in person.
Hey, Potter, what's up with the little asterisks by the capitalized, uh, name? And do you seriously have that much of a death wish? That said, this is fantastic writing, and if you aren't disappeared or silenced for your impudence, I'd love to purchase one of next week's copies when they come out. -Sincerely, a confounded and dumbfounded 'Claw
Dear confounded and dumbfounded ‘Claw
As Potter is an acceptable nickname for all of us – if not particularly desirable, given its common association these days – I’ve taken the liberty to answer your question.
I’m quite pleased with this, as I’ve never had the chance to chat with a confounded and dumbfounded claw before.
Would you say that confoundedness and dumbfoundedness is a general state of being for you? Or is it simply a state you identify with stronger than most that helps you to differentiate yourself from other claws you may encounter? Are they badges of honor you had to earn or an important milestone of your development? And are your claws as magnificent as your name (or is it a title?) implies?
Most graciously and eagerly awaiting your response,Har E. Pott-Erbrat
P.S. Enclosed you’ll find a note by my colleague Miss Pott, who is terribly fond of butterflies and would like to cut in. Although she did turn down the scissors I offered her.
‘Claw
The asterisk notifies our readers of the disclaimer we take care to add on the last page of each official WEEKLY VOLDIE* edition to avoid unnecessary confusion. Here the relevant copy:
*This name is in no way, shape or form related to a certain He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Had He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named been the topic, we would have of course called him HWMNBN. We apologise for any confusion though we genuinely didn’t expect people to jump to such a farfetched conclusion.
Thank you for your interest in WEEKLY VOLDIE*. Barring unexpected deaths, we will owl you the next edition in a week’s time.
Harri Pott
I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.
The stream was hours ago. I was still getting ready for work at the time and chilling with chat BUT some of y'all be thirstin' too much, man 😂
While at work, away from the internet for at least 5 hours and there's more posts than I can shake a content house at! Like, damn, y'all work fast
I’m fucking dying as soon as I saw this! My fam is looking at my like I’m high or smth. Update - Help I laughed when I saw this again. But I was out in public so people are looking at me strange… I feel so uncomfortable and embarrassed rn.
A drawingof Nico Di Angelo I made for drawtober !!
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Psst. Don't tell the jolkein rolkein rolkein estate, but this is amazing. DO consider buying a print from the extraordinary artist responsible:
https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/leiaham/
Original Twitter thread with the artist's thoughts and commentary:
Can I give Clouds a nice blanket and maybe a hug?
Absolutely. I keep getting owned in the Saint campaign and can't leave Outskirts now.
you know now knowing that as kids shawn played bassoon and gus played clarinet it’s truly criminal there was never an episode involving a local symphony orchestra. like, one of the principal musicians dies—call it the principal flutist—and foul play is suspected, so shawn convinces the chief to let them go undercover. gus is still using his old clarinet, but henry got rid of shawn’s bassoon like ten years ago so shawn makes the department rent him a really nice one. lassiter’s huge qualm this episode is that he thinks shawn and gus are making a mockery of the beauty that is classical music. shawn actually feels very strongly about the case because one of the pieces they’re performing has a majestic bassoon solo that he was supposed to play in the eighth grade until he got stiffed for first chair. gus and jules are the only ones being normal.
lassie and jules end up arresting the second chair flute player because it seems like a jealousy case, but shawn isn’t convinced. he goes down the rabbit hole and uncovers this crazy romance subplot about how the principal bassoonist and the principal flutist were sleeping together, but then the flutist slept with someone else in the orchestra—call it a percussionist (they’re always doing that)—and so he killed her. shawn claims he learned this through the instruments speaking to him. the high stakes moment of the episode is when the bassoonist tries to kill the percussionist, but our fave crew end up saving the day.
the episode ends with shawn and gus playing in the concert and shawn doing the bassoon solo since the principal was arrested for murder. biggest plot twist of all is that he actually sounds pretty good.
another random note is that lassie has it out for the second chair flute because he used to play oboe when he was younger and got relentlessly bullied by the flutes. shawn finds this out and forces bonding between the two of them by sharing his bassoon trauma. lassie does not seem to care. because the percussionist gets injured in the scuffle near the end of the episode, shawn convinces the orchestra director to let lassie play the triangle in the concert. later on in the series, there’s a throwaway line about how shawn can’t get ice cream with gus after a case because he’s busy. there’s a honk outside the psych office and shawn jogs out, gets in lassie’s car, and they go to community orchestra together.
oh also the henry subplot of the episode is that he and the director of the orchestra go way back for some reason and that’s the only reason that shawn and gus are allowed to go undercover. shawn is pissed at henry for getting rid of his bassoon and henry tries to turn it into a lesson about responsibility that is immediately undermined by the department renting one for him.
do you see my vision
Flirting doesn't always have to be smooth. The best kind is the gooey cheesy kind that is so terrible that it makes your heart melt.