![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) foresightrpg application. | waits for the day, I will let it out. |
[Jun. 1st, 2019•05:45 pm] |
to give it a reason, to give it its might
I fear who I am becoming,
I feel that I am losing the struggle within
I can no longer restrain it,
my strength, it is fading
I have to give in
( it's the fear, the fear of the darkness ) |
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| oo9. what about that brochure? |
[Sep. 23rd, 2009•06:32 pm] |
( PRIVATE TO VICTOIRE. )
( PRIVATE TO SELF. )
Not your guests? My, that brochure was quite misleading then, wasn't it? Now I really wish I'd sprung for the two-way ticket, fiddlesticks! |
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| oo8. food. |
[Sep. 5th, 2009•11:48 pm] |
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I could seriously go for some pizza and ice cream right now. Well, at any time, but I thought I'd mention it fully this time. |
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| oo7. books and things. |
[Aug. 29th, 2009•04:58 pm] |
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A book, eh? Well, I can fully say that I had nothing to do with that. I mean, I've considered becoming a fortune teller, but I guess now that there's going to be a book (and entirely useless book now, I hope they realize), I'm going to have to do that solely on how well I did in Divination back in school. |
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| oo6. cream cow. |
[Aug. 13th, 2009•09:11 pm] |
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If anyone was wondering where I went today, I had the most amazing time at Fortescue's Ice Cream. He had ice cream that turned people into animals. I found this to be quite interesting and warranting my full attention for a while.
And now I feel quite sick. Excuse me while I go retch for a while. Ugh. |
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| oo5. of a little blonde wolf. |
[Jul. 30th, 2009•12:03 am] |
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( private to weasleys and post-millennium potters. )
( private to mum. )
Interesting fact I learned today. Healer's do not, in fact, like their interesting little tools lying about being messed with. Shocking, am I right?
I need to go and buy some more chocolate, I seem to have emptied my stash number three-thirty-seven this morning and number fifteen-twenty is looking low. Yes, I number my chocolate stashes, be amazed. |
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| oo3. of a little story. |
[Jul. 26th, 2009•09:55 pm] |
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Here's a question for you all. Why the hell do a bunch of purists kill innocent non-magical children? That's what I'd like to know, right about now. And fires, what's the point of those? |
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| oo2. of wow I guess I must suck. |
[Jul. 17th, 2009•06:27 pm] |
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( private to Victoire. )
My hands are sticky because I was holding ice cream while my mind interrupted the delicious. Shame on it. I think I'll go hide under my bed find a book or something. I feel a bit odd, right now. Maybe I have a headbug or something. |
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| oo1. of STOP hammer time. |
[Jul. 10th, 2009•12:49 am] |
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Well, isn't this interesting. Go to bed thinking it's one year, wake up, find out it's another. Entirely so. I can roll with that, I think! It's like some massive prank, but no one invited me in on the planning. I say, this isn't my fault in the least. Why didn't I get an invite on this? My, I am offended. Or is the joke on me? My whole life a lie? Is someone going to come out and say, "Hey Teddy, guess what? We've just played a near-twenty-year-long joke on you! Gotcha good!" With the Ministry's assistance, even. Amazing.
Anyone willing to burst the prank bubble: don't. I'll find the culprits myself, and we'll see who's more badarse here.
Oh. And in case this isn't some sort of prank, and I just made myself look like a total idiot, I'm Teddy Lupin, and I technically don't exist yet. Wicked, right? |
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| the great divide. |
[Jul. 9th, 2009•11:03 pm] |
↑ NEW FORESIGHT. ↑
↑ ↓ ↑ ↓
↓ OLD FORESIGHT. ↓ |
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| oo4. of honesty. |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009•11:54 pm] |
I don't need an Honesty Day because I am, in fact, always honest.
But go ahead and ask me whatever you like, and I'll be ultra-honest. It's like regular honesty but with sprinkles and dipped in delicious chocolaty syrup. |
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| oo3. of time-wounds. |
[Jun. 17th, 2009•08:54 pm] |
Okay.
I was thinking about an old episode (well, it's technically not old, or even existent here, but you know what I mean) of... a show I like, and it involved some person-saving time-changing thing-ness.
Anyway, this girl and her friend go back to when her father died, because she wanted to be there for him when he did. But she chickens out, and instead only witnesses his death. So her and her friend try again, even while the before-them stand not to far away. But instead of just being there for him when he dies, she saves him, and the before-them disappear, along with the car that was supposed to hit her father.
AND SO, these... time-wound cleanser... bug... alien... THINGS come to clean up the mess she's made. Basically by killing everyone in sight. And the Doctor girl's friend has everyone go into the church, but specifically tells her not to touch her baby-self because that would create a paradox, which would make the time-wound cleaners stronger, and able to get into the church they're ducked out in.
So, she of course ends up holding her baby-self for a second, which lets the cleanser things in, and they kill her friend, and effectively mess up their only plan to escape the whole whacked thing. SO, the girl's father realizes that the only way to save them all is to jump in front of the car that was supposed to have hit him, which has been going though a time-loop for some time right outside. Which he then does, and then things are reverted and fixed, and everyone is saved, and she sits with her father as he dies and then leaves SO ON AND SO FORTH.
BASICALLY, what I'm getting at here is- Are we going to be saving people only to have them have to kill themselves to save our asses from time-wound cleansers? |
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| oo2. cosmic ralphing. |
[Jun. 9th, 2009•09:35 pm] |
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Temporal Paradoxes. Theory, or imminent? Discuss. |
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| oo1. of wtfery. |
[Jun. 7th, 2009•06:23 pm] |
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Well, isn't this interesting. Go to bed thinking it's one year, wake up, find out it's another. I can roll with that, I think! It's like some massive prank, but no one invited me in on the planning. I say, this isn't my fault in the least. Why didn't I get an invite on this? My, I am offended. Or is the joke on me? My whole life a lie? Is someone going to come out and say, "Hey Teddy, guess what? We've just played a twenty-year-long joke on you! Gottcha!"
Anyone willing to burst the prank bubble: don't. I'll find the culprits myself, and we'll see who's more badarse here.
Oh. And in case this isn't a prank, and I just made myself look like a total idiot, I'm Teddy Lupin, and I technically don't exist yet. Wicked, right? |
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