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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years ago

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If you have time, could you please do about Fred, on his penultimate year on Hogwarts, falling for the new Slytherin student, who is the daughter of Regulus Black and is also demisexual. Also, George is shipping them hard 😂

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“And remember, if someone mentions your last name--" "Tell them Uncle Sirius will kick their ass." Sirius said making you snort. "Guys, it's not like it's my first year." You said. "We know lass, we just love you to pieces." Sirius said, hugging you. You smiled in your Uncle's arms. "Alright, I've got to go. Love you dad, love you too Padfoot." You said before walking onto the train. "They wouldn't stop hugging you aye?" Ginny asked. "It was the hug that WOULDN'T END!" you whined. Neville smiled and you hugged him. "Where's Luna?" You asked. "Here!" She said making you smile. You hugged the girl, walking with the group once you parted. "Hey, my brothers wanted to talk to us by the way. Some weird ass experiment with their products." Ginny said. "This is Fred and George right?" You asked. "Still can't believe you haven't met them, I thought everyone knew the Weasley twins." Neville said. "I guess I just never made it on their radar." You shrugged. "Oh no, they know you." Ginny said. "They do?" You asked. "Yep. I talk about you all the time and they have seen you around." Ginny assured. "Ah." You nodded before Ginny slid open the door. "Aye. You brought them?" A boy asked. "well shit George, who the fuck is standing in front of us." Fred snorted. "Fuck off." George said making Ginny said. "Aye who's the one in the middle?" George asked, referring to you. "Oh that's Y/n." Ginny said. Fred looked over, dismissing the new face at first before truly looking at you.

He couldn't explain what happened. It was like your eyes just made him freeze in place. All sound temporarily drowned out and Fred swallowed hard, looking at you. There was something about you that just was amazing to him. Maybe it was your eyes that almost seemed to glow as you looked into him. Or maybe it was the fact that you were beautiful. Maybe, just maybe it was the soft voice you used when you said hello to him. It took him a few seconds to comprehend the fact that you had extended your hand for him to shake. He slowly took your hand and shook it, still looking into your eyes as if they gave him purpose. "Uhm... Guys? You good Fred?" Ginny asked, snapping you two out of the trance you two seemed to fall under. "Yeah..." Fred nodded, slowly letting go of your hand. "Yeah, we're fine." You cleared your throat. Both of you listened to George as he explained the product, Fred glancing over at you before George cleared his throat, looking at Fred to speak. "Y/NNNNN!" someone yelled making you jump before everyone turned to the window of the train. You facepalmed seeing your Uncle James. You opened the window and Lily smacked James. "I wanted to give you something!" He said, making you raise a brow as you took parchment from him. You gasped, realizing what he gave you. "Really!?" You asked, the group confused over the fuss over a seemingly blank slip of parchment. "Good luck!" He said. You chuckled and turned around, the group looking at you confused. "Uhm... What the hell was that?" Neville asked. "Oh... Uhm... Promise you guys are as devious as Ginny say you are?" You asked Fred and George. They both exchanged a look before nodding.

You closed the door and smiled. You held up the parchment and pulled your wand out of your pocket. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." you said, sudden burst of maroon, splashing onto the pages and forming the words "The Marauders' Map". "The hell is this?" Fred asked. "Well shit, it says its a map, I wonder if it's a MAP FRED." Ginny said, earning a flick to her arm. "What does it do?" Luna asked curiously. "You can see everyone's movements in real time with this. It's able to be used on the train, in Hogsmeade and Hogwarts." You explained. "....This is brilliant." George gaped. "Wait, so how does it go back to normal?" Neville asked. You cleared your throat. "Mischief managed." You said, the map clearing away. "Oh God, Fred and George are going to have a field day with this." Ginny said. "DUH." both brothers said in unison.

You carried on through the week though, by yourself. That's usually how it went. First day with friends, but outside of listening to their problems you usually only hung out with Luna. She understood you. She saw the hatred for your own family and how people rarely recognized you for yourself but that damn last name that was your curse to bare. Regulus was a good man to the lower class of wizards who shared the philosophy that all wizards are equal. However to the upper class he was a fucking moron who didn't understand tradition. Some would even bring up your "disappointment" of an Uncle.

Regulus for the most part while in school ceased contact with Sirius for the sake of your grandparents. But the second he moved out, a letter was sent to Sirius begging to be in his life again, which of course he accepted. In fact, he introduced Regulus to your mother. They were married for three years before she had you and my god was Sirius proud to be your Uncle. However the rest of the house of Black bowed their heads in shame as Regulus married a muggle. Your mother was a wonderful woman, however she got sick a few years ago, passing away and leaving you to your dad and Uncle. You didn't hate the arrangement by any means but you missed her. Luna, recognized that pain but also recognized how you pented up your grief, your most common excuse being that if Regulus knew how depressed you truly were then it'd be an issue.

Luna, of course knew better. She understood that Regulus would want you to be okay and let those feelings out. You were eating in the great hall alone today though, Luna having classes that didn't exactly line up with yours. Someone however, sat in front of you. At first, you disregarded it as some random student, but when you glanced up you saw the red hair and dropped your fork, jumping slightly. "Fred!" You gasped. "Hello there." He said. "... Isn't class still going for you?" You asked. "Yep." He nodded, biting into a croissant roll. "...And you're not going?" You asked. "Nope." He said. You gave him a flat look. "So you're trying to lack brain cells orrr--" "Academics don't necessarily measure intelligence darling, it's just an excuse for adults to supervise our actions." He said. "....Riveting perspective." You said, raising a brow. "I wanted to talk to you though." He said. "About?" You asked. "About some rumors going on." He said. You frowned. "...About what?" You asked. "Your family--" you got up, grabbing your books that were next to you, avoiding the subject by leaving as Luna sat down. "Where is she going?" Luna asked. "No idea?" Fred said. "She seems upset... What did you say?" Luna asked. "I asked her about the rumors going around about her family." Fred admitted. "Oh... She doesn't like talking about it. Actually she hates being vulnerable in general." Luna said. "...Is there something wrong?" He asked. "What rumors were you referring to?" Luna asked. "The ones about her being a Black?" He asked. "it's true." Luna said. "Seriously? She's a pureblood?" He asked. "No. Her mother was a muggle." Luna answered, recalling what she learned about you from Harry. "Was?" Fred noticed the past tense. "She passed away late into her first year here. It's why during the last few weeks she wasn't here." Luna said. "I've never heard any of this from Ginny." Fred said. "Neville and Ginny don't exactly listen. Neville does but he gets easily distracted. But Ginny, while she is a good friend has other things she worries about." Luna said. "...I see." Fred muttered. "You want to get closer to her, right?" Luna asked. "Wha--" "I saw how you looked at her on the train, I think you'd be a good match." Luna said in a "matter of fact" voice. "...Not a word to anyone else." Fred said. "The only things I say that are secret are to Thestrals." She said softly. "...What?" Fred asked. "Nothing. Y/n probably went to the library." Luna said. Fred blinked but nodded slowly.

He proceeded to the library, almost walking past you. Neville had emerged though, jacketless and walking to the great hall. Fred walked into the section Neville emerged from and found you on the ground with a book, reading and wrapped in Neville's cardigan. "Y/n--" "Jesus!" You jumped. "Sorry! Sorry." He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about earlier... I didn't realize it bothered you." He said. You rose a brow. "...Why do you care what I think?" You asked. Fred blinked. "...What?" He asked. "Why do you care if I'm offended or not?" You asked. "Because I want us to be friends." He said. You looked as if he asked a confusing question. "...Why?" You asked. ".. Because you're interesting?" He said confused. You blinked a couple of times but Neville reemerged with an apple. "Hey, I know you said you weren't hungry but I got an apple from the kitchens." He said, sitting next to you. "Thanks..." You answered, still looking at Fred. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. "Sure! Come sit with us Fred- or is it George?" Neville asked. "You got it right the first time buddy." Fred said, looking at you. He slowly drifted his eyes to Neville as he had a small smile. "Or did you?" He added making Neville look up and you snorted.

From this point on, Fred had decided to just be around you, whether it was in the library with you and Neville, walking the grounds of school with Luna or sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Ginny, Fred was always present. It bugged you slightly at first. But as the months continued you gradually got used to him being there.

Everything changed though, when you all went to Hogsmeade together. The rest of the group went off together, you however decided to go off on your own. Almost, on your own. You were sitting on a bench, letting out a slow breath before Fred sat next to you. You looked over and sighed. "You." You sighed, looking at the shrieking shack. "Me. Always me right?" He asked. "It is always you. But I'm meeting someone so if you could go, I'd appreciate--" "Who are you meeting?" Fred asked. You sighed. "My Uncle and dad now--" "Why can't I meet them?" He asked curiously. "Because I said so!" You whined. "If I followed the rules, I wouldn't be in detention so often, now would I?" He asked. You huffed and groaned, getting up. "You're always such a pain in my ass Weasley! Why do you have to follow me around like a lost puppy or something!?" You asked. "Because I think you're cute." He said. You blinked. "But if I'm really bothering you, I'll go." He said, getting up and walking away. You looked at him surprised as he walked. "NOT. FAIR." You blurted out. He stopped. "What?" He asked. "That's not fair!" You huffed once more.

He turned around "how is it--" he was met with a snowball to the face and he blinked at you. "Did you just throw a fucking snowball at me?" He asked. "YES!" you huffed before he bent down, scooping a handful of snow and shaping it. "Oh shit-- I didn't think this through--" "You really didn't." Fred agreed before launching the snowball at you. It hit you and you grumbled, grabbing a handful of snow, throwing it at him. "What about me--" snow hit Fred. "Telling you that you're cute--" you threw another snowball at him. "Is unfair!?" He asked, dodging the latest attempt of a throw. "Because it's like you expect me to give you some sort of answer back!" You huffed. "Well I was more expecting a peaceful interaction!" He said, dodging another snowball. "I don't experience attraction to people I don't know you idiot!" You snapped. He paused. "Wait what--" snow hit his face. "I don't play well with others Fred, you should know this. You know more about me than I know about you! Stop expecting some sort of reaction from me when I barely know you!" You yelled. "I didn't know that considering when we first met you seemed awfully fixated on me!" He said. You blinked. "Wait you thought... No-- Fred I had never seen someone 6'3 before. Compared to my short ass you're a giant-- I was gaping at the height difference!" You admitted making him blink. "Though I could see how that could be mistaken for attraction... I'm so sorry Fred--" Fred snorted before laughing hard.

You blinked at his reaction to the rejection. "...Are you laughing?" You asked. "Yes! Oh my God that's hysterical!" He wheezed. "...Was this a prank--" "Merlin's Beard-- No! But out of all of the reasons a girl has locked her sights on me, my height was not an expected answer!" He admitted while laughing. You tried to bite back a smile before laughing. He smiled as he heard a true laugh from you for the first time. After you finally stood up straight, you extended your hand. "Friends?" You asked. "Alright Y/n. Friends. But the second you feel even the SLIGHTEST attraction to me, please let me know, I'm dying here." Fred said earning a chuckle. "Alright. Alright." You nodded.

"So... Do friends get to meet the tall men standing behind you or should I scram?" Fred asked making you turn around and jump. "who is this boy and why were you holding his hand?" Regulus asked. "We were just--" "Coming up with a handshake dad." You answered quickly. "...Like a secret club thing or--" "Yes!" Both you and Fred nodded in unison. "See, I figured we go with the one from The Parent Trap but she's insisting we go with the one from Boy Meets World." Fred lied. "...Like Shawn and Cory's?" Sirius asked, earning a confused look from Regulus. "What? Me and James have too much free time." Sirius shrugged. "Clearly." Regulus said turning back to you. "Let's go to the Three Broomsticks. Get you something warm to drink, you look cold." Regulus said, wrapping his arm around you and walking. "I'll go find--" "Nope, kid you're coming with us. I want to hear honest answers from you." Sirius said, yanking Fred forward.

You sat at a table, Fred sitting across from you, Sirius and Regulus on either sides of you. "So who are you?" Regulus asked. "Fred Weasley sir." He answered. "Weasley? One of Molly's sons?" Regulus asked. "Yes sir, I'm a twin, in fact--" "Freddieee what in God's green earth are you doing over here?" George asked, sitting down next to Fred. "Well--" "Making a good impression on Y/n's Dad eh? Asking for his blessing?" George nudged earning a facepalm from Fred. "Y/n... Care to elaborate?" Regulus asked. "No- No I can." Fred sighed, his head in his hand as he rose the other to speak. "I like your daughter sir. She's aware of that but we're just friends." Fred assured. Regulus's eye twitched. "I fucked up didn't I?" George whispered to Fred. "Royally brother. Royally." Fred said with a sigh. George gave a smile to the men, it being slightly deranged as he was clearly screaming internally as he bolted out the shop. "My daughter... Who's two years below you?" Regulus said. "We-well--" "My daughter. Who is not only two years below you but is also in a separate house as you--" "Dad, come on." You sighed. "My daughter?! Really?!" Regulus asked. "Regulus... Breathe. Y/n's grown. Plus she could do worse. Remember that Goyle kid?" Sirius reminded. Regulus let out a long sigh and you looked at Fred. "Look. Dad. Fred's a good guy. Let's face it here, he's probably the best outcome." You shrugged. Fred gave you a shocked look. "What?" You asked. "Nothing I just... Didn't expect that. I thought you weren't interested." He shrugged. "I never said I wasn't. I just said you misread things. Which you did." You shrugged. "Not. A. Good. Conversation. To. Have. In. Front. Of. Dad." Regulus groaned.

"Calm down dad. It's okay. Let's just change the subject!" You suggested. "How's school going?" Sirius asked. "Fine." You said as a waitress sat butterbeers down in front of everyone. "Is everything fine?" Sirius asked Fred. Fred looked at you and then Sirius. "Yes." He answered. Sirius rose a brow. "Regulus, why don't you go with Y/n and get to know her other friends, I'm noticing six different veins showing here." Sirius sighed. It wasn't long before he got up and left, Fred unsure if he should move.

"Uhm should I--" "What is she not telling us Frederick?" Sirius said. Fred swallowed looking down. "It's the rumors. They tend to really bother her." Fred admitted. "Rumors?" Sirius asked. "About her... And you... And her heritage." Fred admitted. Sirius sighed, running a hand over his face. "I knew it." Sirius sighed. "Can I ask a question?" Fred asked. "Yes, some of the rumors are true." Sirius sighed. "Then... Her grandparents are--" "cruelhearted people. What are you getting at boy?" Sirius asked. "N-nothing, I just... Will she be alright?" Fred asked. "What?" Sirius asked. "Will she be alright? The rumors seem to really bother her I just want to know if she'll be fine sir--" You really care about her, don't you?" Sirius asked. Fred took a deep breath. "I do." he nodded. "And you know that she can't experience attraction to someone she doesn't know? That she needs time to experience that attraction and then decide?" Sirius asked. "I learned that today, but yes." Fred nodded. Sirius sat back in his seat and sighed. "Regulus is all bark, kid. You'll be fine." Sirius said. Fred let out a little breath of relief but Sirius yanked him forward by his shirt. "But if you hurt my niece, my brother will be the least of your worries." Sirius said to him. Fred's eyes widened. "Do you understand me, boy?" Sirius asked, his voice very low. Fred nodded and Sirius let go. "Now..." Sirius began. Fred geared up for another dark conversation. "Tell me about yourself." Sirius said. "Uhhh... Okay?"

"Think you might like the boy later?" Regulus asked. You looked over at your father. "I don't know yet dad" You answered, your sights returning to the window. Regulus sighed. "If he invited you for Christmas... Would you want to go?" Regulus asked. "He's not going home for Christmas dad." You answered. "Why?" Regulus asked. "His parents are visiting his brother again." you answered. "I see..." He said before letting out a long sigh. "So all of his siblings are stuck at the school? Including that friend of yours? Ginny?" Regulus asked. "Uhm... Yeah. Well not Ron... He's hanging out with Uncle Prongs and Aunt Lily with Harry." You answered. Regulus sighed and you looked over. "Why?" You asked. "Invite them." Regulus sighed. "What?" You asked. "Invite them over. You're making friends Y/n, that's good. So invite them." Regulus told you. "But what if your mother comes--" "Then I'll rely on those two boys to cause trouble... I've heard stories." He shrugged. You looked out the window at the Three Broomsticks. "Alright.. I'll be right back. " You said.

You walked back in to Sirius and Fred laughing and joking with each other. "Hi guys." You said sitting down. "Ayee! Y/n, nice of you to join!" Sirius said with a laugh. "What's got you all giddy?" You asked. "Exchanging mischief stories." Fred chuckled. You smiled. "What brings you back in here?" Sirius asked. "Dad has invited the Weasley's over for the holidays. all of them." You answered, earning a shocked look from both of them. "I'll let mum know where we'll be." Fred said after a while. "Cool." You shrugged, getting back up and walking back.

So there they all stood, the estate being more massive than expected. "I don't recall hearing this estate being so.." "Off with their heads?" George suggested. Fred nodded and Ginny rung the doorbell. The door immediately opened to a house elf. "Mistress Black, your guests have arrived." Kreacher announced. You walked over. "Thank you Kreacher, go get some cocoa from the kitchens, you look absolutely freezing." You said to him. "I'm not permitted to--" "Kreech. What have we talked about?" You asked. He sighed and nodded, walking away to the kitchens. You pulled back the door and sighed. "Welcome!" You finally said. "This place is huge!" Ron gaped making you raise a brow. "I thought you were with Harry?" You said confused. "I am." Ron said, Harry raising his hand. "I thought you were with Uncle--" "HE ISSS!" James shouted, scooping you up into a hug. "Gah! Aunt Lily-- help-- breathing--" "James, release the poor girl." Lily's voice said. James let go as they all walked in. "Why are you all here?" You asked. "Your father invited us." Remus' voice said. You perked up. "UNCLE MOONY!" You squealed, jumping into the man's arms. Fred smiled at your excitement. "They're here!" Regulus called and Sirius popped out from behind a door. "MY GUYS!" Sirius said, nearly tackling James down into a hug. "Where is Wormtail?" Sirius asked. "He's--" "Here!" Peter emerged. You were nearly knocked down by the sudden group hug from the men and you rolled your eyes. "alright, you guys, you're with me." You said to the group that wasn't the Marauders. They all followed you with their bags and you escorted them to their rooms. "And Ginny, you'll stay in my room." You finished, the group still reeling from the size of the house. "I know it's a little large... But if it helps, we sometimes take in the homeless." You admitted.

Jesus. A good heart and a beautiful face, could you get any better? "Kreacher makes really good food too. But I was thinking we make some holiday cookies, what do you say Fred?" You asked him, Fred looking at you surprised. "...Yeah sure." Fred nodded. "Explore you guys! Seriously, as long as you don't break anything we'll be fine." you said to the group before nodding for Fred to follow. He did, walking with you and looking around, seeing the family portraits on the wall. Fred stopped, staring at a beautiful woman. "Who's this?" He asked. You turned around and smiled softly. "My mother. Persephone." You said. "Is she..." Fred asked, recalling that he never saw your mother. "She passed away in my first year." You said. Fred looked at that face. You seemed sad but you sucked in a breath, walking down the hall. You walked down the stairs but stopped when you saw Luna and her father. "Luna!" You gasped, rushing down the stairs and hugging your friend. Fred followed and Neville walked in as well. "What on earth are you doing here!?" You asked the two of them. "Your father invited us!" Neville answered. "Lovely home you have Y/n!" Neville's mother said. You smiled. "Kreacher!" You called. The house elf walked over. "Would you mind showing the parents around? There's a galleon in it for you!" you said. "Miss Y/n, there is no need for payment." Kreacher said. "Kreeeeaachherr." You sighed. "Be more flexible. Understood ma'am-- Y/n." Kreacher stuttered making you smile. "Right this way Mr. Lovegood, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom." He said, escorting them off. "Me and Luna are going to the library, see you at dinner?" Neville asked. "Yep." You nodded before walking off. Fred opened his mouth "Fred, come on!" You called, still walking.

You opened the door, walking into the kitchen. "ever bake cookies before?" You asked, rummaging through a cupboard. "Uhm, a couple of times with my mum, Y/n no offense but... Why am I here?" Fred asked. You sighed, pulling out a bowl. " I want to get to know you Fred." You answered. "...Oh. Oh! okay!" He nodded. "There's cookie mix next to you. Can you get it please?" You asked. He grabbed the box, and walking over. "SO. Your childhood. What was it like?" You asked. "Uhm... Nice. My mum is a stay at home mum and my dad works for the ministry, he knows your dad actually." he answered. "How many brothers do you have?" you asked. "Well there's Bill, he's nice you'd probably like him, then there's Charlie, Dragon obsessed, Percy, stick is constantly shoved up his arse, then there's George, you know him, Ron, super whiny but we love him, and the one sister is Ginny." he listed. "lot of siblings." You noted. "Oh yeah. Never a dull moment with us." he chuckled. "Are you an only child?" Fred asked. "Yes. Though I think my grandparents are still praying my dad finds a nice Pureblood to marry to 'fix our lineage." You said. "... Was your mother not a pureblood?" he asked. "No, she was a muggle." you answered. "Hmm. Grandparents didn't like that?" He asked. "they loathe my existence." You answered. "I'm sure--" "No Fred. They loathe me." You said, looking at him. He blinked a couple of times, noticing the pain in your eyes.

Fred cleared his throat and you sighed. "Sorry, it's just... They might be coming this year. And if they do..." You shook your head. "What do you want to do with your life?" You asked. Fred noticed the sudden change in subject. "Uhm. Well I know it sounds dumb but I want to run a shop with my brother. Which I'm already doing... technically." Fred answered. "Oh the underground joke shop?" You asked. "You know about that, eh?" He asked. "Gryffindors tend to use the items on us. So yes." You answered, dumping the mix into the bowl. "Ever been used on you?" He asked, slightly concerned. "Once, but it was actually funny. Neville wanted to wake me up so I hadn't slept so he used an exploding ink pen next to me so the noise would wake me up." You chuckled. He smiled, you cracking a couple of eggs. "My dad is my best friend. I might give him a hard time but I know he loves me." You said. "What was... Your mother like?" He asked. You stopped for a second. "Sorry--" "No it's okay I'm just thinking of a good way to describe her." You admitted. "She was kind. A bit of a goofball but that's why dad liked her." You answered. Fred noticed the sincere smile you had. You favored your mother, the way you had that same soft smile as the woman in the portrait

"You have her smile." He said without thinking. You looked over, slightly surprised by his observation. "...Dad agrees." You said before turning back to the bowl. You heard the door open and you rose a brow. "Expecting more guests?" Fred asked. "No... Unless-" "Where is that useless house elf!?" You heard. Your face dropped and you swallowed. Fred noticed that look. Pure terror.

"Mother?" You heard your father say. "There you are. Don't you know that there is a use for a house elf?" She replied. "...Right. let me see if I can find him." He said before walking into the kitchen. "Back door. Now." He said to you. You nodded, grabbing Fred's hand. "Where are we-" "SHH!" you and regulus hushed before you opened a back door, walking out of the house. You dragged Fred with you, walking as fast as you could before running into Neville. "Y/n? Why'd you take the backdoor?" He asked. "My grandparents are here." You said. He winced and Fred looked over. "No- Mother I really think you should lie down!" You heard Regulus said say. "Fuck!" You sighed. You pulled out your wand, grabbing Neville and Fred before Apparating to your room and locking the door.

"....Wait a damn minute, only Seventh years should know how to do that." Neville said. Ginny and Luna looked up. "She reads ahead in her textbooks." Luna said. You sighed. "We heard your grandmother downstairs so we came up here." Ginny said. You sighed, running a hand over your face. Fred looked over at you and put a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n it's alright-" "Dad is stuck with them!" You realized. Ginny stood up. "What do you want us to do?" She asked. You pondered before sighing. "I'll be back."

Regulus looked around the halls as Sirius was walking around with James. Regulus yanked him back. "Mum and Dad are here." He said. Sirius frowned. "James, we need to make ourselves scarce." Sirius said. "Yeah I saw Walburga." James said. "Have you seen Y/n?" Regulus asked. "Pst!" You whispered making all the men jump. You took off the invisibility cloak. "Here, you'll need it more than me." You said, handing it off to Sirius. "What about you?" He asked. "Don't worry about me. I just learned to apparate, I'm okay. You however need to leave, my suggestion is that you go to the gardens behind the house, you at least wouldn't be too bored." You said.

Lily walked out of her room confused. "Why are you all standing around?" She asked. "Mother and father are here." Sirius said. "Yes, why do you have the invisibility cloak?" She asked. "To leave!" Sirius said. "Oh for Godric's sake!" She sighed. "Look, you both will have to see them at dinner-" "Lily no offense but you have parents who love you. I don't. You don't understand how it feels. You never will." Sirius said. "They loathe our existence. But Aunt Lily does make a good point..." You muttered. "You mean-" "We were here first. If anything we can... Just kick them out if they act out." You muttered. Everyone gaped. "Y/n, do you hear yourself?" Sirius asked. "... It's better than hiding." You said.

Fred popped his head out from the door. "Y/n, we good?" He asked. "....Yeah." you muttered. Neville, Fred, Luna and Ginny stepped out. You sighed again, already seeming exhausted. Luna put her arm around you. "You've got us Y/n. We're going make those cookies!" Luna said. "Wait wha-" before you knew it Neville and the group was dragging you off to the kitchen.

"ALRIGHT! WHERE WERE WE!?" Fred asked. You chuckled, lifting the half stirred batter in the bowl. Ginny snorted. Kreacher sighed, cracking his neck as he walked by and you noticed a red mark. You set down the bowl. "Kreacher, are you alright?" You asked. "Yes ma'am." He said. "Kreacher." You said. He sighed. "Mrs. Black reprimanded me for trying to help with her belongings." He said. You frowned. "She did what." You asked. "Miss Y/n it is fine--" "No Kreacher. It is not." You said. Fred looked at you. "What do you want to-" you exited the kitchen and Ginny looked over. "You guys, finish the cookies I'm going to stop a homicide." Fred said rushing after you.

You walked into the main hall before freezing at the sight of your grandmother and grandfather. She turned and scowled. "Oh. It's you." She said. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. "I-..." You struggled to speak. Fred soon arrived next to you. "Who are you?" Orion asked. "Fred Weasley. Y/n, we should-" "Weasley?" Walburga asked. "Yes." He sighed. You swallowed. "... Don't hit Kreecher again." You finally said. They turned to you. "Excuse me?" Walburga asked. Fred shot you a look. You were shaking but still you stuck with your guns. "Kreacher is here to assist you. H-he's not a punching bag." You said. Walburga scowled and Fred cleared his throat. "I'm a twin by the way!" He said.

You looked over at him. "Yep. George is skulking around here somewhere! Looks exactly like me! He 'says' he's the older one by five minutes but that's totally false." He said. "what is this bloody idiot going on about?" Orion asked. "Well that was all we needed to say! Off we go!" Fred said, dragging you off.

When you returned to the kitchen you sighed. "I am a child." You sighed. "You were terrified!" Fred said. "Well at least I told them." You said. "Barely. But yes you did." Fred nodded. Kreacher sighed. "Miss Y/n, that really was not necessary. I know they frighten you." He said. You shook your head. "Kreacher you help us all the time. I just... I don't like to see you hurt." You said. Fred blinked, looking at you. Kreacher nodded. "...This may sound out of line... May I have some tea?" He asked. "Oh! Sure. Earl grey?" You asked. He nodded and you walked off. Kreacher poked Fred for his attention. Fred kneeled to him and Kreacher whispered. "Please keep Mistress Y/n safe. She's a good woman." He said. Fred nodded and you turned around with the tea. "Kreacher your tea is ready." You said softly. He nodded, taking the small cup and sipping it. "No one makes it like you do Miss." He said with a small smile. You chuckled. "Thanks Kreach." You said with a smile.

Dinner creeped upon you, everyone changing into better clothes. You sat between Ginny and Fred, sipping on water and staring off into space as your father spoke. Sirius constantly readjusted his tie. "Sirius, you can take it off you know." Regulus said. "It is proper to-" immediately Sirius took it off, staring at his father as he did. You tensed up, looking at Regulus. "beautiful home you have Mr. Black." Arthur said to him. "Thank you Arthur. Designed it myself." He said with a smile. "Really?" Molly asked. "Oh yes. You know there's quite a few secrets in these walls, you just have to look around." He said. "Secrets?" Alice asked. "we have a secret study." You said. Regulus smiled. "Is that it?" George asked. "Oh no. There's the training room, the pool, the game room and..." You cleared your throat. "the... Art room." You said. Fred rose a brow but Ginny chuckled. "Say... Who was the portrait of in the hallway?" Frank asked.

Every family member tensed as Walburga slammed down her glass. "A disgrace." She said. You gripped the hem of your skirt. Fred looked over as did Arthur. "Y/n go to the other room." Regulus said. "No, I'm fine." You said. "She was a disgrace. And so is the child." "Mother we are trying to have a nice dinner-" "Honestly. Why her? Why? A muggle? Regulus we raised you better!" Orion said. "here we go." Sirius sighed, getting up and walking out with a flask. James trailed after and Peter looked at you. "Are you okay?" He mouthed. You shrugged but Kreacher almost entered, you shaking your head to let him know that now was a horrible time.

He stepped back and Walburga continued. "Your daughter isn't even living up to our name! She is hanging around these people, she is spending time with mudbloods, God only knows what she's doing at school!" Walburga said. Fred glared at Ginny looked at you. "She is a disgrace, just like her mother" "stop." You muttered, so low that only Fred heard you. "Just come home Regulus, this is a fruitless attempt at adulthood." Orion sighed. "Excuse me, but that is my daughter you are talking about!" Regulus said. "She doesn't have our blood Regulus, she will always be a half-blooded-" "SHUT. UP." Fred said, everyone looking at him. "Excuse me?" She asked. "Fred." You halted. "Y/n is one of the kindest people I know. She's patient, she's smart and she's a beautiful human being, if you had half a fucking mind you'd see that! Instead you come into their home, you make them feel uncomfortable, you drove your own son away from the table, you had THIS conversation in front of guests and you acted as if you're above us all. How is it a family that isn't even noble has better manners and composure compared to actual nobles!?" Fred asked.

You gaped, Regulus blinking. "....Dad I think I'm gonna check on Sirius now." You said getting up. Fred sighed but you gripped his hand, forcing him to get up. You dragged Fred with you and he sighed. "Y/n I didn't mean to yell at your grandparents I just... I-" "I felt it." You said. He blinked. "What?" He asked. "....I felt an attraction to you. When you... Stood up for me." You said. He stared at you. "....Fred?" You asked. He wasn't saying anything. "Fred? Are you okay-" "Can I kiss you or is that off limits?" He asked.

You blinked. "No, you can kiss me-" he slammed his lips against yours, you holding him close and him pulling away for air. "....That wasn't... Too much was it?" Fred asked. "No! No... Freddie that was perfect." You said softly. James walked out and sighed, causing you to immediately back away. "Your mother is yelling at Orion." James said. Fred rose a brow. "...Molly is what?" You asked.

You entered the dining room to see Molly yelling at the man and Luna eating a bread roll and talking to her father as if nothing happened. "AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, Y/N IS THE BEST DAMN THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO THE BLACK FAMILY. SHE IS WORTH THE WORLD AND MORE." Molly defended. You smiled. "I will not be spoken to in this manner-" "Then leave." You said. Everyone turned to them. Orion glared, as did Walburga. "Excuse me?" She asked. "Then. Leave. You will not come into my father's house and yell at him for his life choices, make me feel inferior or make our other guests feel uncomfortable. Sit down, shut up or LEAVE." You said. Orion reached for his wand but found it missing, Kreacher now standing at your side. "Your bags have already been removed from the premises." He said. Fred looked at them. "Get. Out." You said.

Sirius leaned against the doorway. "You heard the woman." Sirius said. They huffed, getting up and leaving. The second the front door closed you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "Y/n, are you alri-" you picked up the bottle of wine, uncorking it and drinking it. "I've earned this, don't even start." You halted your father. "...I was going to offer a glass..." He said. "Nope." You said before continuing. Fred attempted to grab your hand away from the bottle but you smacked it before finishing the entire bottle. "She learned that from you." Regulus said to Sirius. "Damn right she did." Sirius chuckled. "Are we continuing this dinner?" You asked. "Yep, Neville finished the cookies." Ginny said. "Nice! I love his baking!" you said, sitting down. Kreacher walked but you halted him. "Why don't you join us Kreach?" You asked. "Oh yes! do join us!" Regulus nodded. "But who's going to get-" "Oh I'll do it! I wanna know if there's any secrets in the kitchen!" Ginny said. "But-" "Kreacher" You and your father chuckled.

Dinner continued, you all laughing at jokes and sharing stories. Eventually they all dispersed and you stood on the back patio with your father, leaning on the railing. "They were wrong you know... My parents." Regulus said. You looked over. "You and your mother were the best things that ever happened to this family. Don't ever second guess that." Regulus told you. "I know dad." you said. He chuckled, hugging you with one arm. "So, that kiss." Regulus said. You turned red. "W-what!?" You asked. "James caught you." Regulus said. "Oh Godric's balls- Dad I love you but I'm never having this conversation with you." You sighed. "Alright alright!" Regulus chuckled. "...Was it bad?" He asked. "Dad!" You whined. "Whattttt? I wanna know just a little information!" He sighed. "Nope, nope- I'm out, bye dad, love you!" you said, walking out.

You walked down to the study noticing the false wall had been opened. You swallowed. You hadn't been in there since...

You walked in and found Fred looking out the window. "it was your mum's right?" Fred asked. "What?" you asked. "This room? The art room? You got quiet when it was mentioned earlier and I thought maybe this was the study... But judging by the paint... I was wrong." he said. "Yeah... Mum was... She was something else." you said. Fred looked over with a small smile. "Y/n, you really do make us all proud. and.. If you'll let me I'd love to watch you succeed from the sidelines as... More than a friend." He said. "like.. Boyfriend?" "Yep." He nodded. "Boyfriend." You said. "me." "Girlfriend." "You." He said. "Hmm. I think I like that Weasley." you said. "Really?" Fred asked. "Absolutely. Plus you defended my honor, that kind of says boyfriend." you said. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, looking out at your friends through a window.

Regulus sighed, leaning on the patio. "She's growing up." Sirius said. "I know." Regulus sighed. "She's become quite the woman." Sirius said. "I know." Regulus said. "She looks more and more like her mother every day." He said. "Absolutely. Same personality too." Regulus said. "Not quite." Sirius said.

You walked out with Fred, laughing at something he said. "That spark of hers is all you brother." Sirius said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Regulus smiled watching you as you stole Neville's hat and ran, laughing at Neville scooped you up and took it back. "She is indeed my daughter." Regulus said softly. Sirius smiled, watching you. "What are you two doing?" Lily asked. "Watching the coolest girl in the world." Sirius said. You threw snow at Harry who returned the favor.

You built this family, you made it better. You were a force of nature that was strong but built to withstand even the toughest of storms. You had this love for everyone that was backed by your fierce need to protect. Many paint a negative picture of the Slytherin house. But when another Slytherin looks at themselves they see someone who is quick on their feet and is very protective over their own. To others they see snakes. To them they see people who have the resilience of a snake. They are strong. They are tough. And if you try to come near them they have a venomous bite.

But by no means are they heartless.

And you are a beautiful example of that.

#fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley

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rice-pudding-slaps · 4 years ago

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A WILD thought just crossed my head but a Cats High School Teachers AU? It would be ✨glorious✨

Just imagine!!

Jennyanydots would totally be a language teacher That's how we call it in my country lmao language and communications. It's basically grammar and literature ANYWAY that is also kind of a mother for kids who need help. She would totally and absolutely be that Miss Honey kinda Vibes™ teacher that always has a kind word for you and if she sees you crying, she will protect you with her life (And also maybe she has this huge bag filled with napkins and sweets). She's strict tho. But not in a mean way. She doesn't just gift grades, she makes you work for it. You can turn up your paper again, but it will have 300 corrections. But she will praise your efforts and help you overcome your difficulties.

Skimble gives me such Math Teacher That Always Has a Story and Rarely Actually Teaches The Class kinda vibes. His class is always on the most absolute of silence and no one ever DREAMS of pranking him. The kids knoooow that they can say "Hey, mr Skimbles I heard you were on a train once" and boom he will tell you all these stories about his time being in charge of the Northern Mail. He has told the story sooooo many times that the children once put on a play with one of the stories for Teachers Day or smtn. He was moved to tears

Demeter would absolutely be an art teacher and be the most understanding teacher ever. She's patient and kind and she will give you a day more to bring in your work if you need it. She also always has a way to find hurt kids. Coming from an abusive background herself, she's quick to act whenever she feels a child migh need any type of help. She ended up being That Teacher That Every LGBTQ+ Kid Befriends and she is proud to be helpful and provide love to those who need it. She's very close to Munk and is always helping with the props for the plays.

Bomba is a science teacher because I said so. And because she has a similar vibe to most of my science teachers when I was in school lmao. She's funny and charismatic and pretty laid back. And you never know what to expect from her. The kids love her bc she might spend some class talking all about formulas and next class is "Hey kids wanna learn how to make EXPLOSIONS??" they never actually blow up something, but she makes the lab classes the best thing.

Munkustrap is an absolute history teacher. No questions asked. The man knows how to narrate every historical moment like you were there. He has a silver tounge (pun intended). And he always tries to teach the most he can, because history is just so broad and there is so much to talk about. And he definetely would answer all the questions, even the more weird ones. He's called by kids the Protector because even when he's easly the most strict teacher ever, he would never let anyone bad mouth his students. No matter how chaotic the class was, he will always tell them that as long as they learned something, they won. He also works in the theatre departement, so the theatre kids are in love with the guy. They tried to set him up with Demeter in a play, but gave up after a half hour speech on how they shouldn't be involved in their teachers personal lifes.

Tugger is obviously a music teacher. He is that laid back, friendly and overall awesome teacher that everyone just loves. He plays any instrument you can think of and will teach you if you ask. As a joke, a whole class asked to learn the bagpipes and when next class this rockstar of a teacher appeared with a fucking bagpipe and a whole lot for the kids they fucking LOST IT. He will help you with practice and if you want to get into serious music, then he will absolutely root for you. He has a song composed for every teacher and absolutely everyone hates him for this. He's also with the theatre kids and always helps with plays maybe to mess with Munk, maybe he likes the attention. He's also in charge of music and dance presentations and he abuses his powers greatly. And everytime a class graduates he says that he doesn't really cares that much (is the circle of life, baby) but will shed silent tears everytime bc he's gonna miss the kiddies.

Misto's obviously a dance teacher. Duh. He might be an ex student for the same school. He's fresh out of college and he sometimes doesn't know what to do, but he tries really hard. And he's harsh as fuck for the same reason. He always wears a tuxedo to class and a bowtie bc he tought it was a formal thing and now it's kind of like "his thing". He's kind of cold at first and doesn't talk really that much, the kids first tought he hated them, but later found out that he just goes non verbal sometimes and designed a whole system to communicate instructions and corrections. Misto was so happy. And that's why there is a board on the classroom they use to dance. He's also one of the teachers that every LGBTQ+ kid loves, and he tries his best to support each one. And yes, every day they ask "DO THE CONJURING TURNS MR. MISTOFFELEES" and he gladly does. There was this rumor that he was magic bc once a kid saw him in a presentation out of school and they swear he sparkled out of the blue. He knows, and sometimes he would do little tricks for the kiddos for funs, and other teachers just to mess with them. He also goes to the teathre departement and it's constantly working with Tugger so the music and dance kids do presentations together. The kids ship it so hard

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer are the best gym teachers ever. They also are very new to this, but they make class the most fun thing ever. They teach sports and gymnastics with ease. And they have no mercy on dodge ball. No. Mercy. They once were playing on the field with the kids and hit Tugger on the head. The legend says that they ran across the school for all night. The truth is that they outrun Tugger, but not Munk.

Jellylorum is the school's nurse. She always has a tecito de hierbas for you. And she will always hear you and try to get you to be better. She has infinite patience for eveyone. And she always carries pads and tampons for the kids who may need it. And if you ever need a shoulder to cry on? She's there too. She and Jenny have their officed flood on Mother's day because they are the second mothers of so many kids. She also catches up with ex-students and remember every name.

Gus is the official Theatre teacher. He is this old man who is so wise and strict, but just because he loves his craft so so much. Every year there is some kind of rumor that he might retire, but it never seemed to happen. He has a little office with so many photos and diplomas and it's just filled with memories. He is very harsh on the kids. Very. But they love him because he also can spend hours talking about his greatest performances on theatre. When he actually had to retire because he was starting to have very fragile health, everyone cried. They held a big play and he played Growltiger. No one had a dry eye that night. And he still visits the school from time to time. He goes to every play.

You might say that Old Deuteronomy is the principal and you would be very right. But this man was a teacher in his day. He taught philosophy and history and english and literature. He has more degreed that a high school teacher had to have, but he loved dearly the art of teaching. And he remembers every kid. Every morning he sits at the entrance and says to every one of them by name. He plays with the kids when his health let's him. He has a framed photo of him and Gus on their first years as teachers just along side a photo of the year Tugger joined Munkustrap on the school staff. And everyone is very sure that he might let Munkustrap take the position one day. He's also a kind soul. And will let kids tug on his beard. There was this christmas when he dressed up as santa and it was the sweetest thing ever.

Tantomille and Coricopat are philosophy teachers. They take turns doing classes and you will never know wich one taught you last class because they are in perfect sync. Their test are the most outlandish thing ever, and give points for "originality" wich is mostly just wich kid said the most weird but true thing. The kids are kinda scared of them. Just enough to not to mess up their classes.

I am not completely sure, but Alonzo being a spanish teacher just brings me so much joy. He's always teaching them songs and little games to learn spanish and the kids take total advantage of that just to mess with him. He never gets truly mad if they play a prank on him. And he's the Protector number 2 to the kids, bc he would absolutely turn up to a teachers reunion wet from head to toe and instead of tattle on the kids, he would just say it was an accident. Munk knows and always ends up catching the culprit, not always with Alonzo's help.

The Rumpus Cat is the school mascot.

#cats the musical #Cats 1998 #cats headcanons #Long post #I have tought way too much about this #Should I write a fic?#Cats teachers au

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morepeachyogurt · 4 years ago

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we are good people (and we've suffered enough)

word count- 2.5k Pairing- Temily

Summary- After Scratch, Tara and Emily run away to Italy to start a new life, ft. cats, cafes, and gardening. Based on this post, and this prompt.

Part 2 of my, maybe we’re from the same star, series, work is a standalone, part 1

read here on ao3

tw’s- very minor mentions of substances and ptsd

Things were never the same after Mr. Scratch. The two of them were filled with more trauma than they had room for in their hearts to still hold each other in. Nights were no longer filled with a movie and cuddling, or talking about philosophy but tense sentences, paranoia, and nightmares. Tara knew that something needed to change, anything to stop the monotony of desolation. But still, they went to work every day and drowned their sorrows in killers like that would bring back the part of her that died when Scratch took Emily. There are only so many times one can be held captive and wait for death before something inside them breaks.

One night they get wine drunk, Emily laying sidewise on their black couch, and Tara sitting on the table staring at the ceiling.

“I miss being young, god, that’s such a weird thing to say. I mean, I spent my youth hating it. Hated my mother, and all of our traveling, never could make friends. I hated that I never belonged, hated not being in control of my own life, and here I am 50 years old working for the government that I used to despise trying not to cry myself to sleep every night,” her voice takes on a bitter tone.

“We love in our old age the things we hated as children. Does that make us matured or foolish?”

“Both, I think.”

“What was your favorite place to live? I mean it sounds like hell to keep moving between places but there must have been someplace you loved, right,” Tara’s voice fills with a tang of desperation as she searches for a way to help her lover.

“Rome. The weather and the scenery,” her voice takes on a dreamy tone, “and the food! Man, the food is good, don’t tell Rossi but his carbonara tastes like Olive Garden compared to the real thing,” they both chuckled at that, knowing it would have sent Rossi in a fit if he were to hear that.

“That sounds really nice honey.”

“I miss it sometimes you know? I think about how gorgeous everything was. It feels like home in my distant memories.”

“Then let’s do it. Lets, go move to Rome. You aren’t happy here Emily, I know you say you are, but you do this job for our team, not the position now. I miss when you laughed,” both of them sobered up by now, knowing that it has taken a turn for the more serious.

“No, no we can’t. I, I can’t keep leaving this team and our friends. And, people need us. You love this job Tara I can’t take that away from you, not for me.”

“They’d understand Emily, they all love you so much. Yeah, I love this job, I won’t lie. But, I love you more, and I’m not happy if you aren’t. So let’s do it. Let’s fucking run away to Rome together and be happy .” The two sit in silence for a minute, the unanswered question still hanging in the air.

“Okay. Let’s do it. Maybe I’ll fulfill my long-lost dream to have a nice, big garden.”

The team took it surprisingly well, they’d all noticed a change in Emily in the months following Scratch and knew that Tara had Emily’s best interest at heart. Of course, they were sad to lose two of the best members of their team, but Emily was family, and family looks out for each other.

“I’m going to miss you my favorite dynamic duo and your guys’ jokes. Ugh, it’s going to be so quiet without you two lovely ladies,” her eyes are welling with unshed tears as she says goodbye to more of her family, “Send me things from Rome or I will install a virus in your phones,” they both laughed at Penelope’s antics and promised her that they’d send as much stuff as they could. The last two weeks of their stay in the United States were filled with mixed emotions. They were excited to start the next chapter of their lives together. Away from all the serial killers and monstrous people out there. They could finally live with a fraction of the naivety that most people carry. On the other hand, Tara only speaks minimal Italian, and now they’re going to be living in a brand-new country, surrounded by strangers. A fresh start, but one filled with anxiety.

“Okay 4:30 is way too early for a flight,” Emily grumbled as they made their way to the airport. The pair had woken up at three, knowing that Tara can’t sleep on planes they tried to go to bed early and were now making their way to the airport in the dead of morning.

“Wait, babe, look! It’s a full moon,” they pulled over just for a moment and got out of the car to sit on the hood. The silence between the two is peaceful, the wind was the only whisper in the air. Moonlight shone on Tara’s face and Emily knew that there was no sight in the world as beautiful as this. With the moon reflected in her eyes and a small simple ghosting on her lips. She’s home.

Security was a breeze, they are former FBI agents after all, and they made their way to their gate. Airports always have a certain air to them, a place where time seizes to exist yet completely runs the place. Their gate was quiet, filled with the tired murmuring of people excited to travel.

“Tara, honey, wake up we’re boarding.”

It was odd for the two of them to be flying commercial after all those years on private jets. It was nice to feel normal though, to fade in the background instead of being other . Human desire is both to be noticed and forgotten all at once.

Italy’s airport is very similar to the DC airport, it would seem like they never left. Outside was a whole different story, bustling crowds and hot air hits them as soon as they step outside the building. They had picked out a quaint apartment building a week prior. Yellow walls with a terrace looking out to an alley. The couple's belongings had been shipped and were waiting to be unpacked. Not right then though. Now, it was time to explore.

Hand in hand they walked leisurely down the narrow alley way of the small Italian town they are now calling their home. Vines and every other type of plant that could grow did. Hanging off banisters, and climbing up orange brick walls. The sunlight was close to blinding, and it hit Emily just right. The golden rays hitting her face and illuminating the ghost of the smile now appearing on Emily’s face. That smile told Tara all she needed to know about their decision. Emily catches her staring, “What are you looking at,” humor evident in her voice.

“You, I’m looking at you miss Emily Prentiss. You’re smiling again,” her words come out softer than she intended, but they convey her point.

Happy couples seem to fill the streets, old and new, young and old. The town may be old, but it was filled with a life that they had been lacking. They pass a quaint little bakery. Bread, cupcakes, and assorted pastries fill the windows. There're bookshelves on all the walls filled to the brim with different books. The walls are light blue and there are flowers everywhere. It looks like something from the movies.

“Un Piccolo Angolo di Paradiso,” Emily reads the name of the building in front of them, they’ve since stopped to admire the view in front of them. It reminds the two of them how Emily asked Tara out. With a cupcake and book who had ‘I know there’s plenty of sugar in that cupcake but it’d be even sweeter if you went out with me. Let me take you to dinner Tara? ’ written on the inside.

“As much as I love hearing you speak Italian, what does that mean? Something heaven?”

“Little Slice of Heaven.” It’s truly a perfect name for the place.

“Okay, now we have to go in,” they’re both smiling now. They push open the glass doors, greeted by the high-pitched ringing of a bell and the smell of freshly baked bread.

The woman at the counter finishes the greeting, “Benvenuti nel piccolo angolo di paradiso, cosa posso offrirvi, adorabili signore?” they blush at the compliment and Emily orders them both cupcakes and coffee. Tara busies herself with admiring the books. Some of them have the most beautiful covers she’s seen. She knows not to judge a book by its cover but sometimes the most beautiful things are just as gorgeous on the inside as out. Just like Emily. She buys a book, and they take their drink and desserts to go. They make their way to a waterfront and sit down on the stairs, side by side.

“Rome is just as beautiful as I remembered. I missed it. It really does feel like home, although, anywhere I’m with you is home,” at the end of her sentence, she turns to face Tara, a look of pure love shown clearly on her face. And for that, Tara just has to kiss her.

The next day they unpack their boxes of belongings into their apartment to help rid the homesickness. Paintings go up on the walls and furniture is placed with the best view in mind. After a couple of hours they’re done, their apartment a bit more homey than before. They crack open a bottle of wine, put on an album, and sit out on the terrace. They watch the sun set over the water, the sounds of big band music filter in as the soundtrack for their night. The sky painted yellow, orange, and pink in the way only nature can create. If nature were an artist they’d be in every museum and sold to the wealthy. Instead, they are for the masses, the beauty of nature is for all to enjoy, free of cost, for those who wish to escape and fly into the night sky.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” Tara leans forward on the balcony, not taking her eyes off the view in front of her, even as the colors begin to fade the sky darkens.

“No, tell me, what?”

“I always wanted to open my own bakery. I know it’s stupid, me a baker. But, I don’t know making things, it feels so uncomplicated. Just me and the dough.”

“In this alternate universe, I’d be a gardener. You and your dough and me and my flowers against the world Tara. Wait a second. I think you and I are onto something my dear,” Emily’s joined Tara at the balcony, the two of them leaning against the railing.

“Actually? You’re serious? You want to do this.?”

“Yeah! Why not? We’ve got enough money in the bank for us to last a bit, you can work at Un Piccolo Angolo di Paradiso,” the Italian rolls of her tongue in a way that drives Tara nuts, “I’ll find a gardening place to work at. We’re in fucking Italy let’s make our dreams come true.”

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

Alessia, the owner of the bakery, is pleased to have another employee. Especially one that is actually interested and isn’t in high school. Tara learns the basics of bread and pastry making. She has some skill, she used to bake with her mother before she died, it had been awhile since she had been able to bake without bumming herself out. Now it’s a nice memory of her. Gone but not forgotten, as is the saying. Emily comes in every lunch break for whatever Tara’s whipped up and to get her caffeine fix. One of the things that she still keeps from her law enforcement days.

They aren’t perfect. A move across the country isn’t going to cure PTSD, she has good days, bad days, and worse days, but now they have the time to deal with it. There was never anytime to process things at the FBI. It was always, distract yourself and throw yourself into solving cases. Now they can slow dance in the kitchen and stay up until three am telling stories from college. They fill their days with the happiness that was once stolen from them and bathe in it like perfume.

True to their word, they send Penelope all sorts of things, books from the café, pressed flowers, trinkets from the small shops to adorn her desk. In return, she sends them pictures of Sergio.

“I miss Sergio, his little paws, and his ability to climb on top of anything.”

Emily finds a job at a nearby garden that sells flower arrangements and herbs to local restaurants. It’s convenient, more than they would have thought. Emily now gets to stop into the bakery on occasion to deliver herbs and has plenty of flowers to give her lover. She also sends a few bouquets back to DC. Hoping that the flowers can brighten up the office in a way that fluorescent lights never can.

On one of their late afternoon walks, they hear a rustling by a trash can.

“What’s that noise?”

“I don’t know, let’s go look, it almost sounds like an animal. Could be a mouse,” Emily suggests, absently reaching to where her gun used to rest on her hip. They open the bag to find three small kittens. Seemly abandoned in a corner.

“Oh god, they’re so cute. We have to keep them.” It’s not a question, Tara knows that Emily is thinking the same thing, their minds connected in the way people who love each other’s minds always are. They look up the nearest veterinarian to make sure that their new pets are okay to take home and healthy.

The vet is sterile and a stark reminder of all the hospitals they’ve spent time in. Tara squeezes her girlfriend’s hand to remind her that they are both safe .

“They look fairly health, a bit malnourished but that is to be expected in these circumstances,” the vet is an elderly man with a mustache as thick as his accent,

“I’ve give them the shots they need, for now, come back in few months and let me take another look. Ciao.”

The kittens are fast asleep by the time they make it home. They gently scoop the kittens out of the bag and into their arms and the couch.

“Okay, what are we naming these angels?” Emily’s voice is pitched up as she talks to the kitten in her arms.

“Well, I’ve always been a classics enthusiast, what if we name them Artemis and Apollo?”

“That’s adorable. Little tiny archery kitties, yes, isn’t that right!” she coos, “And I think I’ll name this one Carter.”

“I love it, and you. Come on, sit with me, you look tired,” Tara grabs Emily’s hand and pulls her onto the couch. They fall over a bit and Emily yelps in surprise. They put the old music back on, a sense of peaceful needs for their new lives. The two sit on the couch, Emily’s head in her girlfriend’s lap, a hand playing with her hair. Apollo climbs on Emily’s feet and lays down to rest.

“I love you, Tara,” she doesn’t respond, just lays a gentle kiss to the back of her head.

The world is big and scary but the two of them feel safe in each other's arms.

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#dkakakska I forgot to tag this now it won’t show up 💔💔#temily #Tara lewis #emily prentiss #criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #temily fic #lucy's creations #mine!

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thoughtfulgardenerpirate · 2 years ago

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Oh, so ONE time you're weird about a tagging game and then you don't get invited anymore? I see how it is

Dimension 20 (Web Series). My love for these silly guys and for Brennan especially cannot be overstated. Like fully rewrote my brain chemistry.

Black Sails. Gay pirates going apeshit. What more can I say.

The Good Place. A fun sitcom AND philosophy? Are you kidding me? I'm in!

What We Do In The Shadows. Bi vampires going apeshit. What more can I say.

Fleabag. Some shows are perfect and then get better. Actually it might just be one and this is it.

North and South 2004. Absolutely my favourite period drama and a show I just come back to and comfort rewatch. The fact that major hottie Mr Thornton is played by Richard Armitage is just icing on the cake.

Pushing Daisies. Like a fever dream and a cornucopia had a child. Bryan Fuller will pay for his crimes one day, and those crimes are the emotions I feel about this long, awkward, polite pie maker. And the narrator. Stars Lee Pace.

Roswell NM. Sometimes the perfect YA you should have watched when you were 13 and had never seen a show before comes out when you're out of your spring chicken phase and you just gotta deal with that. That being said, self hating self sacrificing alien cowboy who's also bi? Literally designed as catnip for me. Anyway, malex ship for the ages, thank you fic writers for letting me rotate them in my brain for like 600k at a time even after the show is over.

Sandman. American Gods fumbled in some places so Good Omens could run so Sandman could launch me into orbit. Again, brain chemistry altering show. I'd already read American Gods before the show came out, so I had some ideas about what I was getting into with Neil Gaiman even if I hadn't read Sandman and it just. Some things just resonate. This one was just the right frequency to amplify the brrr of my brain. It just. Perfect.

Out Flag Means Death. When shit's good it's good, you know? I am also constitutionally incapable not liking something Taika Waititi is in so.

TV Show Tag Game

Rules: List eight favourite TV shows to let your followers get to know you better.

Tagged by @boutiquetraveltravelboutique

I watch A Lot of TV, actually. Not as much as, like, film, but pretty decent. So I accidentally made a Top 20 list, and then had to cut it down to 8 in a very painful process (fights to the death were involved). Before starting on the list I wasn't initially sure whether webseries should be included, but then realised my Top 20 didn't even contain streaming shows, much less less traditional serialised visual media, so. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

These are in no particular order, except no. 1.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997–2003)

Leverage (2008–2012) (& Leverage: Redemption (2021–present)) LISTEN NO BUT LIKE LISTEN TO ME

Murder, She Wrote (1984–1996)

The Nanny (1993–1999)

Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon (1992–1997)

Agatha Christie's Poirot (1989–2013)

Muñeca Brava (1998–1999)

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! (1969–1970, 1978)

Tagging: @greyspeckledwalls @godswallowing @luthiery @felrija @rosieposieart @fruityculture @rosettyller @seanchaidh7

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m4nicfx4ti0n5 · 3 years ago

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All I got from your response to that anon is that you’d rather ship bbrae when there is incest. Ryan himself said Gar is crushing on Rachel. but you still think they’re siblings😹 do you even have siblings..? You need to name and shame your university. Kory picking up on Gar’s feelings and telling him he wants to kiss Rachel. Dick saying Gar and Rachel are cute together. Rose calling Rachel Gar’s girlfriend… if that was his sister why wouldn’t he just say it when Kory and Rose said those things to him? Wouldn’t you be disgusted if someone thought you wanted to date your sibling? Wouldn’t you shut that shit down immediately? And these are things being seen and picked up on by the others. Their actual scenes together alone show their interest in each other. Not to mention that there is a clear parallel being drawn between dickkory and garchel. The problem is you and the others are trying to be holier than thou when you don’t need to be. The writers and directors know what they are doing. That’s why it obviously hasn’t happened all at once and why we see more of it from Gar’s side. Like the person said it probably won’t be physical on screen but something will definitely happen this season. No need to clutch pearls.

wow y’all are REALLY in your feels over this I don’t know why we’re taking this so seriously...but let’s circle back to this violent/aggressive language that two DIFFERENT anons have perpetuated and break this whole thing down.

1. You guys really ship BBRae...congratulations. Stand for your ship but don’t be a dick.

2. “name and shame your university” I endured four years at a Big 10 PWI as an African American female. Ain’t no shame in that, honey.

3. If you would like to have a non-aggressive, creative discussion about our differences in opinion and consider the way the actors play their characters ever-so-slightly against the intentions of the writing, I’m all ears. (I can chat for hours about how Ryan Potter PLAYS Gar hardly matches up with what’s on the page considering how much they’ve half-assed his character on this show.)

4. Um...incest? who said dat? And I don’t think of them as siblings so much as besties. (Idk if I said sibling earlier or not, but I imagine them more as homies 🤷🏽‍♀️) You CAN have close platonic relationships with the opposite sex but idk if y’all ready or WILLING to have that conversation PEACEFULLY.

5. Also, I’d like to reiterate, WE DO NOT NEED TO AGREE ON EVERYTHING. For example, many of you actually like this show while I hate watch it.

6. No body has acted “holier than thou” nor posted anything that could remotely be interpreted that way and I don’t appreciate this sort of inaccurate projection onto me, a faceless tumblr user you have never met.

7. If you plan come at me like this, hiding as an anon is a cop out. You got something to say, that’s cool. You disagree with me, that’s fine. But don’t come with this type of energy in anonymity. Stand your ground.

8. Also, I have a question for you and the previous anon...why do you feel so passionately about this ship in particular? Or better this VERSION of the ship? Why does it get you this heated? Even if I disagree or am dead wrong and they do end up romantically linked at some point, that won’t change that I didn’t see it, feel it, want it, etc???

Like I get it, some of you are REALLY passionate about BBRae on this show. That is YOUR prerogative. Do I strongly dislike the notion of a minor and an adult playing characters that are romantically linked? Yes I do. (I’m looking at High School Musical: The Musical: The Series too.) Regardless of the CHARACTER ages I think we should simply STOP casting huge age gaps like that with minors in particular. If Teagan was older or Ryan was younger I wouldn’t feel as strange. It’s just odd. TO ME.

Y’all live how y’all live tho ain’t nobody mad at you! No one is saying YOU are weird or gross for being okay with it. I just have my own PERSONAL philosophies 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also, you can disagree with me in my ask without being mean ok like these sorts of discussions and differences of opinion come with the territory of subjective mediums like film, tv, writing, music, etc. there is no right or wrong even in canon. So many moments in this show out side of this ship that I disagreed with fundamentally even as they played out on screen. I hate how the show is written IN GENERAL. But that’s a whole other discussion.

I hope you also feel better tho now that TWO OF YOU have come in here guns blazing. I need a damn DRINK 😆

#ryan potter #beast boy #titans #gar logan #dc titans #teagan croft #rachel roth #raven

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demonfox38 · 3 years ago

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Okay. Made it through the last season of Netflix's "Castlevania" interpretation. Thoughts are below the cut.

I've often thought of this series as the exploitation version of "Castlevania," and hiring Malcom McDowell confirms that.

Although, I find it hilarious that both Malcolm McDowell and Patrick Stewart have ended up voicing the same character. I'm sure there's a "Star Trek Generations" joke to be made in there, but I'm not Mike Stoklasa.

Also, I was cracking up a bit when Varney's plot twist happened. Mostly, because it came off a bit Skeletor-esque in vocal performance.

Also, also—laughing that the final boss went the "Castlevania: Lament of Innocence" route despite barely touching on that game's plot.

Animation had its ups and downs with this season. It seemed like there were some frame issues (not enough inbetweening.) I do appreciate how they incorporated more of Alucard's SOTN animations into his fights, however.

Additionally, some of the fight scenes' pacing seemed to have issues, particularly regarding weapon recovery.

The whole bit with St. Germain was off. Like, he's a weird asshole in "Castlevania: Curse of Darkness", but he's more of a weird asshole there in the same way that casually encountering "Doctor Who"'s Doctor would also be strange. Not a straight up villainous boob. Kinda makes sense thematically to have another character who is willing to do horrible shit for their lost loved one, but the series honestly did not do a good job establishing her. Like, did she even have a voice actor? Or a name? All I'm saying is it was much easier for outsiders to get the Lisa revenge thing Dracula had going.

Also, how dare you joke about not being deaf and then have a villainous monologue, TV show.

Greta's a good girl. Well, outside of being an occasional homewrecker. Point is, she's competent and trying her best to save people in a bad situation, and anyone having issues with her is not to be trusted in the same way that you don't trust people who don't like Rochelle from "Left 4 Dead 2."

Look at me. Do not trust people who do not like Rochelle from "Left 4 Dead 2." Yes, her writing could have been better, but she's still a viable character. Let people Thunder Child their ships on the rocks of your better self. Got me?

Also, y'all really need to embrace more polyamory. Or understand the fact that Alucard's not going to love just one person in his life. Dude lives to be at least 600 in the game's timeline. For a dude who loves humans, constricting him to just one who may live to be 100 at best is cruel.

There are some interesting philosophical dialogues going on here, but I can see where some people may lose their patience for them. Considering one of Castlevania's most popular memes is a philosophy debate, you're just gonna have to suck that up. My personal favorites included the topic of acting versus reacting, as well as having agency in one's story.

Striga's battle theme was cool, but otherwise, the music was forgettable. Yes, that is a sin. Punishable by Death? In this series, maybe!

The gore's still over the top. Which, okay, fine. There's a bit of that in game. It's just generally a bit more reserved with it or uses it in crucial boss fights.

RIP doggie.

The Targoviste plot's a bit of a wash, but it doesn't feel as useless as Trevor and Sypha's previous plot predicament. It's just nothing of a surprise, considering how many times the writing has played the "authority figures are useless" and "dark secret surprise" tropes in this series. Like, Greta being reliable is actually more surprising than anything with this plot.

I cannot emphasize enough how boring I found Carmilla's interpretation and plot arc. You guys could have had a giant, naked lesbian riding a skull and spewing magic at people while her cat-eared girlfriend jumped them for extra damage. But no. Vanilla lady with a scarlet sword for you. So long. Farewell. Auf Wiedersehen. Good night.

Gotta say, as much of a deviation from his source character as he is, Isaac really turned out well in this series. He's definitely evidence that you don't always need to stick to source material.

His Abel is fucking sick, dude. Way to go, king.

Also, I was expecting more violence from Hector this season. Oh, well. At least he got a teeny bit of a spine.

Look. I'm not an alchemist by any means. I'm just a bit baffled by this season's emphasis of obtaining a Rebis. Like, any time the game series has talked about the Magnum Opus of Alchemy, it's more been in pursuit of making a Philosopher's Stone (or at the very least, a Crimson Stone, as seen in "Castlevania: Lament of Innocence.") Pulling a Rebis out of the aether is…well. Could have been more interesting than it was. I mean, it was a bit nightmarish, but it really didn't do much.

Sypha's really never getting back to her family, is she?

Love the idea that the cross subweapon is basically a fancy chakram.

GERGOTH. BUDDY. FRIENDO.

Really appreciating the monster variety in these last two seasons. I mean, that's a big selling point of the "Castlevania" games. Not so much vampires standing around and bickering in dick-waving contests.

Breaking out of the bullet points to hit on the big subject of this season—that is, the ending being surprisingly happy.

There's been a lot of shit that's happened over the last few years. Obviously, a pandemic. Konami's run by pricks. Then, there's the situation with the allegations of sexual coercion with Warren Ellis. Additionally, the terrible ending of "Game of Thrones" likely impacted how this season was developed, considering it seemed to be chasing its progression in construction. (I mean, look at Carmilla and Daenerys.) I don't know how many people were happy with the last season of "Castlevania," but from my POV, it double-tapped itself in the foot with the way it pushed simultaneous sex and violence in its last two episodes. My point is, there was little taste for additional darkness, considering everything that has been happening. Society is drained.

A happy ending was what people really wanted. And man, did this pull through, in that regard. But, there's a conversation to be had in if this swerved too far or if it violates some artistic integrity to give people what they want. So, let's have it.

Look. Man. Have you seen a "Castlevania" ending? When you do it right, it's crumbled castles and rainbow-colored skies. If you do it really right, it results in a pretty girl holding the main character's hand. There is happiness in these games. Hope. Forgiveness and redemption. If this is supposed to be any bit an accurate interpretation of these games, it absolutely should end in such a joyful fashion. (Okay, maybe giving Dracula and Lisa a second honeymoon at the end was a bit much, but I get where people would want that.)

Did some items need to be addressed more? Absolutely. Alucard staking people and Hector getting sexually coerced into servitude are some pretty big topics to just wave away. (Oh, shit. That second part is even worse now with what Ellis was allegedly doing, isn't it?) I suppose I'm just glad the series didn't go full Sephiroth with Alucard. And at least Hector finally took some stand in his situation, even if it wasn't the bombastic, hateful revenge I'm used to seeing from this character in other stories.

I think the creators of this series were trying to save this show from the fate of "Game of Thrones." (To some extent, perhaps the "Voltron" re-interpretation as well.) There's so much media out there anymore that if a production team doesn't nail the ending, their creation gets wiped out of the collective consciousness. To that extent, I think the creators were successful in saving their series. Did it do damage to itself in yanking out of its construction and themes? A bit. But, in doing so, it pivoted back to being more like a proper "Castlevania" product. (And of course, by proper, I mean anything ignoring "Lords of Shadows." God, people need to stop chasing other products when developing "Castlevania" stuff and just let the series be as it is.)

I am very curious as to how much of this season was part of an original draft and how much was revised in backlash to everything that has happened. It doesn't seem like Trevor was intended to survive, but to some extent, Sypha had to. (I mean, until she has a kid, anyway. See "Lords of Shadows" series for dickery regarding that.) I'm also wondering if there was more intended for the Carmilla subplot, as much as the series was banging on about her invading locations. I'm not even sure St. Germain was intended to be a villain all along. Getting into a bitchfight with Death? Sure. Doing what he did here? That's a weird arc, dude.

If you come away from my POV with anything, it should be this: GO PLAY THE GAMES.

Do it. Do it, you ghouls. Go to the Steam store and download the "Castlevania Anniversary Collection." Boot up your PS3 or 4 or 18 or whatever and get "Symphony of the Night." Throttle Nintendo's stores until "Aria of Sorrow" or "Dawn of Sorrow" or "Harmony of Dissonance" or whatever rattles out of their moldy pockets. Find a ROM. Find an ISO. Just play a game. Especially, one of the ones made before 2010.

"Castlevania" as a game series isn't about hordes of vampires dick-waving at each other or edgy swearing or being grim and dark. Some of that stuff's there, sure. But, at its core, it's what game developers created when they looked at Universal Monster Movie creations and went "That's cool. Let's fight that!" It's a series about pushing technology in MMC chips to make rich, vibrant music. It's about flourishing artwork and layers of sprites dripping particles and gore onto players. It's sober and goofy and very pro curry.

The thing is, "Castlevania" players have their own unique connection to the series. We're the weirdos you see clapping their hands when a mutilated dinosaur shows up on screen. It's not because the monster alone is cool. It's that we've fought and struggled and bodied that thing through several floors like a goddamn "X-Men: Children of the Atom" stage. It's kicked our asses. We've kicked its ass. We've got a connection to it that you just don't get from passively watching it barf lasers through a computer monitor or TV screen. Like, you know how people go, "Well, the movie wasn't as good as the book?" It's obnoxious, sure. But, those who read the source materials have to go to the effort of constructing their own sets and people to understand what's happening. In a similar fashion, game players build up their own skill set to reach that next rung.

Maybe you don't always get a payout when you invest your resources into something. But, there is a sense of accomplishment, seeing what you can do.

There's a reason this series got an adaptation. I mean, outside of Konami's head executives wanting easy money. "Castlevania" is a fantastic video game series. Has it got a few problems? Oh yeah. Especially after outsourcing and pachislot machines became all the rage. But, there's a reason Simon and Richter Belmont are playable in "Super Smash Bros. Ultimate." There's a reason I spent a significant amount of time playing these games and writing or drawing fanworks for it. These games are wonderful. Beautiful. Difficult, but inspiring. Reasons I will still bang on about them decades years down the road.

When I get exasperated by layers of angst and edge lord content this Netflix series generated, I want you to know why. The roots of this show are good games held captive under poor management. Some people on staff know this. I wish they had more scenario and writing control. But mostly, I don't want to shit on them or their work. (Well, other than perhaps the obvious target.) I just want you to see what I love in these games.

And also to watch Crashervania. Because that's legit.

#castlevania #netflix castlevania #spoilers #tl;dr play ball or SOTN or a Sorrow game or something

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jupitermelichios · 3 years ago

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What I’d change about Rise of Skywalker

To be clear, these are changes I’d make to the existing script, not what I would have written instead. We can all agree Sheev coming back was, at best, a bit dumb, I’m also fully aware that a lot of people disliked TLJ for a variety of reasons and wanted ros to retconn more stuff, but this is not an attempt to change any of that. I’m taking the basic structure of the movie and shifting stuff around to create something I think is tonally and thematically more in line with the overall trillogy.

Also i’m aware the extended universe is sort of canon-until-proven-otherwise at the moment but as far as i’m concered there was a DC style crisis and it’s now open season on worldbuilding elements

- Starting right at the very beginning, our opening crawl is now just about immortality being one of the secret sith powers Sheev kept hinting about in the prequels

- Our very first sequence in the movie is now a (short) montage of Sheev sending psychic messages to members of the First Order, telling them to join his secret sith club. It’s not just Kylo, this is a thing he’s just generally doing, Hux, Pryde, Kylo, random Storm Trooper number 7, they’re all getting this same message.

- Kylo buggers off to go murder Sheev, because Snoke never actually let him graduate (or whatever modern sith do) so he’s not actually a sith lord, but he’s like ah, new/old sith lord is in town, I go kill him and I get to take his title by right of conquest rule of one styley, and also take out a threat to my power base. Also in the one scene we see of him interacting with the first order it’s pretty clear he actually really fucking hates being in charge, so a mission to kill Sheev is looking super win-win

- The reason Exigor is sacred to the Sith now, the reason Palpatine’s able to communicate accross planets, and the reason he’s still alive (ish) are all the same - the planet “has a heart... oF KAIIIBURRRRRR!” (yes the line should be delivered exactly like that) that amplified force powers

- Instead of just being Ian McDermott in white facepaint, Sheev’s design draws heavily on Darth Nihilus or Darth Sion, his body is dead or maybe nonexistant depending on how gross they’re prepared to go. The point is, the answer to the question ‘how the fuck did he survive?’ should be essentially ‘he didn’t’; he’s a consiousness and a fuckton of willpower and not much else

- We establish a temple/cult in this universe that worships twin gods and are generally all about balance and shit coming in twos and they think force diads are sacred. I’m thinking someone at the temple has resistance information, and when Rey and Poe visit, Poe goes to talk to the contact while Rey meditates and sees Luke’s ghost who tells her how he and Leia came here together and about their belief system and how there are different ways of connecting to the force than just being a jedi, setting up the plot point of the diad, our theme of ‘the people we love are never really gone’, and also laying the groundwork for what’s going to be a second theme of building something new rather than repeating the mistakes of the past, by establishing the sith/jedi dichotomy isn’t the only possible path to take.

- Rose and Finn are bored and stuck on base while their friends are on this mission, so when they get a distress call from a minor First Order base they go off to investigate. They find Hux, who’s been ousted in a coup in favour of the First Order just straight up following Sheev after Kylo wondered off, who promises them information. At this base, Finn also sees some young storm trooper cadets.

- Back at the rebel base they all meet up and Hux (who they’ve taken prisoner) tells them about Sheev being back, which they didn’t know about because he’s only been speaking to bad guys.

- Leia is already dying, Rey is super upset about it and during an accidental mind share, Kylo finds out and tells her Sidious knows how to heal people by transferring life energy from one person to another. The healing thing is specifically a Sith power this go around. We get a moment pretty soon after during a mission where someone gets injured, probably Finn, and she figures out how to heal them based on the hints Kylo gave her

- Also this time Leia still isn’t a jedi but not because of a prophesy, it’s because she disagrees with their philosophy, which is going to be relevant later. We get a line to the effect that ‘Luke didn’t grow up surrounded by the legacy of the Jedi’s failings, I did’

- The weird knife thing isnt anymore, it’s just a hollicron now, and the whole bit with both Lando and Rey’s parents and the bonty hunter are removed to give us breathing room elsewhere, it’s just a more tradtional fetch quest now.

- In order to get the holicron translated, Poe’s like “you’re not going to like this, but I maybe know a guy from doing undercover missions”, and takes them to Black Sun to speak to Darth Maul, that’s right, Darth Maul is here now, and he helps them because his prosthetics are breaking down and Rose fixes them and saves his life. Also he’s pretty pissed at Sheev for getting him killed so he’s totally chill with them killing the guy.

- The Hollicron tells them that the last known map to Exigor was stored in the archives of the temple of Corisant.

- They go to the ruins of the temple, a place that is both nostaligic and also has actual character significance to kylo and ties into our theme of how the jedi and the sith are both a bit shit, and even though it makes more sense for it to have been cleaned up, it’s full of little baby skeletons from Anakin’s massacre, just for the drama of it

- Rey and Kylo fight, he taunts her again with the promise of healing Leia, but this time Rey uses their bond and her knowledge of how to talk to force ghosts to basically force Kylo’s third eye wide open so he’s hearing a hundred force ghosts all at one, stabs him while he’s distracted, heals him, and then she fucks off, leaving him to talk to the force ghost of Anakin, who tells him he’s a moron who’s falling for the same bullshit Sheev used on him

- Rey joins up with the others, but at the Rebel base Hux has managed to escape and shoots Leia (it’s dramatic and she dies saving someone but it’s not actually particularly plot relevant so imagine your own death scene of choice here), and obviously Rey feels it

- At this point the gang split up, Poe and Rose go back the the Rebels because they know they’ll be needed, Finn goes off to rescue the storm trooper kids he saw earlier (yeah I’m adding a subplot what’re you going to do about it), and Rey goes off to fight Palpatine

- In the temple, Leia appears to Kylo as a force ghost while he’s doing dramatic ‘i can’t go on’ kneeling pose and gives him a little pep talk and name drops the title

- Finn goes to the first order base, finds the kids, and the little ones are on board with escaping but then they run into some teenagers who actually have guns and it cuts away on a ‘will they turn him in?” cliffhanger

- Rey arrives in Sheev’s big cave thing, tries to fight him but he’s all ‘the jedi could not defeat me before, what makes you think they can now when you’re barely more than a padawan’ and force lightnings her a bit. They’re not related in this universe, he just wants to steal her lifeforce to heal himself more because she’s powerful

- Turns out that the First Order have been tracking Hux, so they know where the Rebel base is so there’s a big space battle going on, and the First Order don’t even have any fancy secret weapon but there’s a lot of them and there’s not enough Rebel ships left after TLJ. Poe’s up in the air flying even though he’s the boss now, and Rose is on the comms trying to contact allies

"This is the Rebellion, please. In the name of Leia Organa, we're calling you. Please, if there's anyone out there. For Leia Organa, for Luke Skywalker, for Amilyn Holdo, please…" and then when there's no response, in tears, she whispers, "For Rose Tico, please!"

There's a beat of silence, and then the radio crackles to life.

"Rose Tico calls for aid, and Black Sun will answer."

A moment later another, "Leia Organa calls for aid and Cloud City will answer."

and then a moment later, “The Rebellion calls for Aid and the Free Troopers will answer” and we cut to Finn in a stolen First Order ship full of the trooper cadets of all ages.

A makeshift amada joins the fight, same as in the original version, and rose and circular briad crown girl who’s also been trying to call for back up hug in celebration and have a very brief ‘oh wait maybe i’m into you’ moment

- Back on Exigor, Kylo arrives to find Rey on the floor, dying. He takes her hand and we see them as spirits, surrounded by the flickering memories of their lives, they’re seeing one another properly for the first time, and they ackoledge one another as twins via the force (personally i’d make them explicitly siblings, by force if not blood, here to carry on the proud star wars tradition of ambiguously incestuous twins, but that might not fly with disney execs in the the 21st century), and then he gives her his life force to heal her and his last words are a title drop again, mirroring what Leia said to him, because this movie is cheesy as hell

- "The power of the Jedi could have lived in you, as the power of the sith lives in me. But instead you threw it away, for what? For that pathetic little boy? He was no more a true sith than you are a true Jedi!"

"I don't need to be a Jedi. The force is with me, and I am with the force. You have the sith. I have all that was and is and will be!"

Behind her force ghosts begin to appear, but not just jedi. There is as many of the Skywalker clan as we can get (including some reused green screen footage of Carrie Fisher), and Rose's sister, and Han, and people visually implied to be Poe and Finn’s parents, and Holdo, and behind them hundreds of others. Basically if we can afford them, they’re cameoing here, alongside a load of extras. And last of all, standing beside her is Ben.They exchange a look, and then Rey strikes. Palatine tries to force lightning her but it doesn't work, and she presses her hands to his cloak, pulls the life force out if him. Thes a terrible screaming and we see glimpses of the other sith, before they dissipate and the robe falls to the ground.

And obviously the space battle also gets definitively won at the same time, this is movieland, I’m thinking Finn and Poe have to coordinate an attack that relies on Finn using the force is that vague ‘jedi’s are all amazing pilots’ way episodes 1 and 4 both used

Oh and then at the end they’re all celebrating back on the Rebel base, and Finn starts to hit on Rose and she’s like “I’m not the one you want to say that too, also you’re not my type” and smooches circular braid-crown girl who’s been in the background of all these movies with nothing to so

Finn joins Poe and Rey and they all hug in the same ambigiously-poly way they did in the original, and then Poe’s like “I’m sorry about Kylo” kind of awkward because he still hates the guy but he knows Rey doesn’t, and Rey’s like ‘I’m not, the people we love never really leave us’

and then the final scene, Rey is carrying Kylo’s lightsabre and lays Luke’s and Leia’s on the altar of the temple of the twins, and goes to ask the priests to tell her about their religion, with the implication that she’s starting to build her own new version of the jedi

(and if I was disney this would totally be the set up for a new animated series about Rey travelling around the galaxy meeting new weird alien cultures and learning about what cool force powers they have, and the knights of Ren can be the bad guys, and sometimes she’ll come and help Finn and Poe and Rose with trying to rebuild the galaxy. And then they have to take out Black Sun in season 2 and it’s all super dramatic because they were allies sort of and had cameos, and now rey and maul are forced to have super cool spider-legs lightsabre battles instead)

#long post #rise of skywalker #ros #script doctor #star wars #its not perfect by any means #i did like the 3po and chewie screen time from the original that i cut here #but it gives rose and finn a reason to be in the story #genuinely shifts the status quo in a way the original didn't #and cuts a fair amount of unecessary faffing about #i wanted it to be more of an ensemble cast #there's a lot of good characters in this movie #but ros just didn't make room for them all #i also tried to make things a little bit less contrived #i'll admit part of these changes may actually just be because i'm more nostalgic for the prequels than the original trilogy #but i also felt like the parallels they were draweing between anakin and kylo #made havig references to the preqels make a lot of sense

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #397

“you’re my religion, you’re my reason to live / you are the heaven in my hell”

Do you think that you’ll always love who you love now? Even if we're never together again romantically, I will ALWAYS love her at least as a best friend. Have you ever made out with a random person? Yeah, no. If you could do your first kiss over, would you? No. I'm lucky that my first kiss was honestly cute as hell. Do you like your country’s president or prime minister? Well I voted for him, so I obviously can't hate him. He seems to be doing fine so far, though take that with a grain of salt seeing as I don't keep up with politics. Even before voting for him, I just did a small bit of researching on his values. What color is your house? Yellow with white accents. Do you listen to Christmas music during the holiday season? No, I don't enjoy it. Man, Jason's mom sure did, though... I loved how in the spirit she'd get and always played Christmas music in the car during that time of year. I miss that woman and I sure as hell hope she rests easy now. Do you like ginger ale? Solely if I have a stomach bug, and I can only ever sip it. What are you listening to? "Electric Sugar Pop" by Jeffree Star. What’s the last thing you watched on TV? The TMS office has the TV on, and the woman who overlooks it (I have zero idea what her position is called) tends to have it either on a cooking channel or a home improvement one. Today was a cooking one. Is your favorite author the author of your favorite book? I don't have a favorite author. Describe someone you find really attractive: M-Mark Fischbach. *___* If you HAD to look like someone else, but could choose who, who would you choose? Hm... maybe my friend Alon. I've mentioned I feel like a million times that she is like, ethereal with how gorgeous she is. Have you ever seen someone get a tattoo done? If so, what was it? Did they cry or were they in a lot of pain? Yeah; it was a watercolor feather with "ohana" written below it. She didn't cry at all, but she grit her teeth a few times. Do you have anything you couldn’t go a day without? Some form of technology. Have you ever gotten caught doing something illegal? No. What’s your favorite flavor of Vitamin Water? I don't even think I've ever tried it. Is there someone you wanna date right now? Yeah. What first attracted you to the last person you kissed? If we're talking the very first, our vast similar interests. How many brothers does your father have? None. Does your best friend have any tattoos? No. Do you like Ben + Jerry’s? Yep. Man, I want their Phish Food ice cream now. Would you ever wish to be the opposite sex? Nah. Do you think you’re attractive? Nope. What is your favorite card game to play? Magic: The Gathering. I really miss my PS3 where I had Duel of the Planeswalkers installed on it, it was really fun. Do you own a globe? I don't think we still do. What is your favorite wild cat? Perhaps clouded leopards. If your bedroom had three portals to anywhere, where would they lead? South Africa, Sara's place, and maybe a nice little cabin in the mountains for when I'm feeling a peaceful getaway. You can ask any author one question about their story. What do you ask? I have zero idea. What’s a place you have a strong emotional connection to? The pond behind the local community college. Jason and I took our first prom pictures there. Do you take yoga classes? No, but I'm actually considering it since they offer those at the YMCA Mom and I now go to. What is a decision you’ve made that changed your entire life? To let Jason go. It's pretty great, my PTSD has been less of a bother lately! Have you ever made any money from a side-hustle? Could you consider being paid to take pictures once in a blue moon a "side hustle" when I don't even have a main job? Do you ever wonder what kind of person you’d have turned out to be if a certain event never happened to you? Ugh... it's incredibly painful to wonder how life would be if Jason never left. If you could have anyone’s singing voice, whose would you choose? Adele's or Amy Lee's, probs. What are your top 3 favorite genres of music? Metal, hard rock, alternative. Do you think Mars will be colonized in your lifetime? No. Have you ever been homeless? If so, what led to your homelessness? Technically, yes, because Mom couldn't afford the rent. She, my little sister (who still lived with us at the time), and I each were accepted into the homes of willing, kind people, though. Have you ever been on a ship? No. Who was Van Halen’s better singer - David Lee Roth, or Sammy Hagar? David. Which fictional character has the most memorable quotes? Heath Ledger's Joker is quoted all the time, so probably him. What do you think of the "Healthy At Every Size" movement/philosophy? Before I answer this, I want you to keep in mind that this is coming from someone who is obese, so I would positively love to agree with that for my own self-confidence, but I don't. I believe it's a very dangerous mentality. I think you should cherish your body unconditionally, like it's an amazing machine, but I firmly believe you should have an active interest in becoming what is physically healthy. You couldn't pay me millions to convince me that, say, a 300 lb. person is healthy. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them? I think my first *real* crush was this guy Sebastian my freshman year of high school. I thought he was very sweet, funny, caring, and attractiveness was a bonus. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat? Sashimi, caviar, raw eggs... Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with? Bindi Irwin, for one. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. Have you ever been bitten so hard that there teeth marks were there after? I mean I've had hickeys before if that's what you're asking. Ever gave one? Oh, I guess you were. Yeah. Do you think its weird if guys wear make-up like eyeliner? Not at all. Would you ever date a disabled person? (Be honest) Yes. Would you rather adopt or have your own child? IF I wanted kids, I'd rather have one myself because I'm well aware I personally need that special connection. Stepkids count, too, because they'd be my partner's and therefore very important for me too. What is the most personal question you have ever been asked? Probably TMI, so here's your fair warning, but I've been asked before if I "touch" myself and I was absolutely repulsed that someone would ask me that. Were you abused by your parents? No. If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? Sara. Were you one of the smartest in your class? Up to finishing high school, modestly, I was. Where did you meet your first crush? Art class my freshman year of high school. Do you ever go places with wet hair? Yeah, idc. Who is your favorite little girl? My niece Aubree. She's such a wonderful girl. Does your best friend have kids? No. If you were pregnant, would you want a boy or a girl? Hypothetically, a girl. What place outside of your own home do you spend the most time at? Um, maybe my older sister's house? Have you ever participated in a medical study? No. Do you have any family members who are cancer survivors? Yes, including my mother. Twice. Are you allergic to any medications? None that I've tried. Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don't even have that. If you’re atheist, would you raise you kids believing in God or not? No; I wouldn't intervene with their own spiritual (or lack thereof) journey. They'd learn what they'd learn and decide themselves what they believe. Do you like reading self-help books? No, I just can't get invested in those. What is your opinion on sex change? If you're unhappy with your body, you're more than free to surgically change that with no judgment from me. Do you have any goals for this summer? If so, what are they? Yes, to lose weight. Can you get a strike at bowling? I have before. There was one occasion where my first go was a strike RIGHT after saying I sucked at bowling, hahaha. Do you ever take pictures of negative moments? Well, I photograph roadkill, and that's one hell of a sad moment. I actually wouldn't mind broadening my horizons of photographing negative moments (with permission of course), because I actually find these very impactful and even builds empathy. I will never, ever forget this one picture I saw sometime of an emaciated boy huddled in the dirt with a vulture close by watching him... like fuck, it made me want to sob. No one should ever have to live like that, especially a child. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? No. I know that sounds contradictory to what I just said, I just wouldn't be able to do it myself. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Once, when my last niece was born. I'm terrified of holding them because they're just so fragile. Do you know anyone who has twins? My friend just had triplets. What is your favorite country in Europe? Germany. Are you thriving in your life right now? BOY HOWDY- Do you remember to water plants? I don't keep plants. Name three YouTubers you aspire to be like. 1.) Markiplier in a vast plethora of ways; 2.) Jeffree Star for his incredible work ethic; and 3.) Shane Dawson for his incredible compassion. Yes. I know the controversy, but regardless, he cares a lot about people. Who is your favorite character from Harry Potter? I wouldn't know, given I haven't read the books or seen the movies. Do you watch PewDiePie? Not anymore; his content doesn't interest me anymore. I watched him religiously back in the day when he was a serious let's player, though. Do you have a Steam account? Yes. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No, not personally. I like watching LPs of it and I find the story fascinating, but it's not the kind of game I'd enjoy playing. Have you ever tried Akinator? Yes. I don't think I ever beat it, except maybe once. Are you wearing socks right now? No; unless I'm wearing closed-toe shoes like sneakers, I never do. I hate the feeling of them. Can you twerk? Haven't tried, don't wanna. Do you like dabbing? No, it looks stupid. Do you like fishing? I honestly do think it's fun with all the anticipation and thrill of seeing how big the fish is, however I don't support it anymore unless, like hunting, you genuinely need it for food. The only case where I'd go again was if my dad asked me, because that's always been our bonding experience. Do you have a Spotify account? Yes. Have you heard of Blizzard Entertainment? Well, they're the company behind World of Warcraft, so obviously. Do you like bananas? Yes, but only for a VERY short window of time. I am beyond picky with the ripeness of bananas. Are you addicted to anything? Caffeine and technology. Do you know your phone number? I actually don't. Do you swear in front of children? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''here for you'' by ozzy osbourne

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kyutown · 3 years ago

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Hihi! Can I get a ship for p1harmony, ateez and enhypen?

I'm 5'9" and I'm pretty slim with shoulder length hair. I'm an INFJ cancer who gets INTJ half the time, oh and my house is slytherin. My hobbies are reading, singing, drawing, making dresses, crafting and occasionally writing. I'm super interested in history and philosophy, and I spend a lot of time reading random facts. I hate school but I love to learn about things. I love designing and making dresses and I want to be a designer when I'm older. I love surrounding myself with pretty things, even if they have no inherent meaning. I can get along super well with people, but I dont like to socialize, which is why I mostly keep to myself. I like analyzing people and their inner motivations, although I rarely interact with them. I love spending time alone, and going on early morning walks. I really like flowers, and I love putting flowers in my hair. As a friend I'm kinda sarcastic usually, but if someone needs advice I'm always down to help them. I'm kind of the counselor friend, if that makes sense. i love to day dream amd have a tendency to spend too much time in my head. I get easily anxious, so I like people who are dependable and can reassure me. For me, In a relationship the most important thing is being comfortable with each other. I love love love physical affection, and I'm a very affectionate person with people close to me. I have a sort of dark humor, which comes across as weird at first, but as you get used to it, it's actually funny (my friend's words, not mine). I like people who are very mature and can see different sides to a situation. I dont like people who are too emotional and get angry easily. My ideal date would probably be a museum date or a book store date. I really like diy ing clothes, so doing that with my s/o sounds fun too. And most importantly I want my s/o to be a truly open minded person.

That was super disorganized lol, hope it isn't hard to make sense of.

hi! thank you for responding!

for p1harmony, i think you would match well with keeho! keeho has a great sense of humor which people like members in his group envy so i think he would get your humor and would have lots of fun with you! he would laugh along and you would find his jokes funny! keeho would also be the type to make everything comfortable! he is someone who lets everyone in the conversation and never excludes anyone so he would always open minded and understanding as well!

for ateez, i think wooyoung would be a nice fit! wooyoung is the type to make friends easily and i have a feeling that he would be the one who comes up to you and his friendliness would make you feel comfortable! he also likes to collect clothes so i think diying clothes to make it better would be fun for him as well! he would love making clothes for the both of you and it would be one of the ways you guys spend your free time!

for enhypen, i think you would pair well with sunghoon! sunghoon is the type to not get angry as much. he is usually more on the calmer and peaceful side. i also feel like he would go to museum dates and book store dates with you! with sunghoon, i think you guys would go on dates that are very aesthetic. you guys would go to museums then straight after, you guys would go to cafes for a relaxing and calming time with sweet drinks.

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starlightinhumanform · 5 years ago

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Midas

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Loceit, Background Platonic Logincality

Summary: Greek myth tells of King Midas who could turn anything he touched to gold. Damian hates New Years but when his friends drag him to a party, he meets a man makes everything around him just a little better.

Warnings (in order of strength): A lot of drinking/alcohol mentions/partying (none underage), Mild language throughout, (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst with a happy ending, Human (college) AU

A/N: Deceit’s name is Damian in this fic :) ALSO I know there’s quite a few younger kids in this fandom and if you’re reading this (first of all, hi I love you) please please PLEASE do not take this fic as an inspiration to abuse alcohol. Underaged drinking/partying can be extremely dangerous. Ok enough being serious!! I hope you enjoy! Love you all 🖤✨

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Damian wasn’t a fan of New Years. It shouldn’t mean anything- he knew that. It was just another random day; the fact that people liked to put special significance on it didn’t actually do anything.

But all the talk of new times got into his head, made him think. It made him think about how many things had changed- the friends he had lost, the goals he had once held dear now thrown away. It made him think about how little he had grown- the bitterness he held onto, the stagnation that had settled across him. He was in his third year of grad-school; soon he would be shoved out into the real world with no academic purpose to shelter him.

“New Year, New Me.” Damian didn’t even know who he was.

If there was one thing he hated more than New Years, it was New Years parties. He would go so far as to say the things were the bane of his existence. The music was bad, people got loud and overly exuberant, and strobe lights were used were used far more than ever reasonable. Alcohol always floated around with disturbing prevalence. He hated how fuzzy it made his head- throwing off his balance and slowing his thoughts- but at least it made the party easier to handle.

Damian threw back a shot of cheap, bight blue tequila and winced as it hit the back of his throat. Disgusting. Just because he was trying to get drunk didn’t mean he lacked class.

He set the glass down on a table behind him so he could pretend he hadn’t touched the repulsive thing. He was sitting on a sofa tucked against the back corner of a living room in a house he had never been to before. Next to him, someone was already passed out. They would be starting their new year with a killer hangover.

Across the room, he could see the friends who had dragged him to the houseparty. Roman and Patton were dancing in a crowd of other students, broad grins painted across both of their faces. At least they were happy.

A young man weaved his way through the crowd and threw himself onto the sofa next to Damian with a mixture of disdain and defeat. Damian had seen him around a few times; they had a philosophy class together the last semester. What was his name? Lucas? Landon? Bradon?

“Hey,” Lu-nd-on elbowed him in the side, “You want some champagne?”

Damian raised an eyebrow as he turned to face the man, “Excuse me?”

He pulled a bottle of champagne from somewhere in his coat. The gold foil at the top was already ripped away and he popped the cork off with ease, taking a swig before offering it.

Damian tried not to stare incredulously, but it was a difficult task when his brain was short-circuiting, “Did you just drink out of a champagne bottle like it was a beer?”

“Sure. Why not.”

Damian reached out hesitantly to take the bottle. He was beginning to doubt that this actually was the guy he had shared a class with. That one looked like the type who wouldn’t have been caught dead at a party. The only similarity was the way they dressed- round wireframe glasses, a corduroy jacket over a black button down, and black skinny jeans. His hair- dark brown and pulled into a long ponytail- was the same too.

“Did- did we have a class together?” He took a drink. It was good- expensively good.

“Historical philosophy. You probably don’t remember me- my name’s Logan. You’re Damian, right?”

“Yep. I hear I’m kind of hard to forget,” Damian waved his hand at the dark red birthmark that stretched messily across the left side of his face.

“No. Well, yes. That is, I remember you for a different reason.”

Logan stared at him like he was supposed to understand what that meant. Damian stared back, hoping to convey the fact that he, in no way, understood what was going on.

“So, uh,” Damian searched for something to keep the conversation going, “can I ask about the champagne?”

“You’re asking why I have it?”

Damian nodded, “I am, yeah. Also why you pulled it out of your jacket?”

“As for the first question: people seem to have made a tradition out of getting wasted on New Years Eve and I decided to join them this year.”

Damian had never heard someone speak so matter of factly about getting drunk. He shook his head, laughing, “So you bought an entire bottle of champagne? There are easier methods, you know that right?”

“If you’re referring to the blue monstrosity everyone keeps offering, please know that I’m not a heathen.”

“Oh, so you tried one of those awful things too?”

Logan rolled his eyes with a ruthful smile, “I may have made that mistake.”

Damian handed the bottle back to Logan who took another drink before locking his gaze on Damian’s eyes. He stared like there was a problem in them and he just couldn’t figure out how to solve it. Damian was used to people staring, but not like this. Usually, they would take one look at him and their eyes would glaze over. Whatever the conversation might be, they would always be partially focused on the splatters some god had painted on his face long before he had a say in the matter. It wasn’t that Damian disliked his birthmark. He just hated the way people always saw it instead of him.

But Logan. He was looking at him. Into him, through him. He had no idea what to do with that.

Damian laughed nervously, “What are you looking at?”

Logan cleared his throat and stared out into the crowd, “Anyways I had it in my jacket because these people are all animals and I’d prefer they didn’t rob me of my 35 dollar champagne.”

Logan had handed him the bottle back and Damian choked on the mouthful he had been trying to drink, “I’m sorry, what? So let me get this right: you bought a champagne bottle which is worth more than I usually spend on food for a week. And now you are sharing it with me of all people?”

“Why not you of all people?”

Logan was staring at him again like answers to all of these riddles were obvious.

Damian blinked back, feeling more lost than he had in years. Even that stupid Advanced Geometry course he had decided to take in his freshman year hadn’t screwed him over this badly. Maybe the alcohol was finally getting to him. It would explain why he couldn’t hold a single coherent thought and why he was so hypnotized by the pale freckles that dusted Logan’s nose and cheekbones. They were so light they nearly melted into his skin and seemed to be phasing in and out off existence as the dim lighting played against Logan’s face. He had never noticed them before. Then again, he had never gotten this close before. It was a shame; Logan was mesmerizing. Damian wished he could get closer.

“So what are you going to do after we get out of here?”

It took Damian a moment to realize Logan was asking about a career and not what he would be doing after the party once they left- apparently together. That would have been strange; it was weird his brain even jumped to that conclusion. Maybe he should stop drinking that damn champagne.

He sighed as his mind returned to the actual question. He wanted to make something up, hide behind a lie of certainty and determination. But it was too much work to weave that fabrication together. Especially on the spot. Especially with how his head was feeling. Especially in front of Logan. He hung his head, “Honestly I have no clue. I’ve always been interested in social sciences but beyond that... no plan, no clue.”

A beat of silence played out between them.

“So what about you?” The forced brightness in his voice tasted fake and bitter in his mouth.

“I want to teach sciences,” Logan’s eyes glittered.

“A college professor, huh? I could definitely see it,” Logan handed him the bottle and Damian threw yet another swallow back. Didn’t he say he was going to stop?

“High school level, actually.”

“Really? That doesn’t seem-“ Damian pointed at the champagne bottle in an attempt to remind Logan of what a bougie, extra bitch he was, “ -sophisticated enough for you.”

Logan shrugged, “I kind of have a fascination with high schoolers-“

“Ok, that’s creepy.”

“Not like that! I mean the culture, the slang, the way it’s its own little society interacting within a larger one!” Logan’s face had split into a grin as he talked, waving his hands excitedly.

Damian didn’t even resist urge to smile back. Seeing Logan like this, well, there was something contagious about it. He couldn’t help but feel slightly in awe of the passion he saw in Logan, “You really like this stuff, don’t you?”

Logan nodded vigorously, “Do you know the new word high schoolers today have invented and are using?”

“Hmm?” Damian prompted. Anything to keep Logan talking like this. Damian wasn’t sure why he wanted to keep Logan talking. It had something to do with the way warmth was spreading out from his core in a way that was far gentler than anything drinks could do.

“Yeet.”

In the adjoining room Damian could see two groups standing on opposite tables chanting “Yeet, Yeet, Yeet, Yeet” as they tossed a smaller student (who looked like they were having the time of their life) back and forth.

“Uhh, I think college kids use that too,” Damian didn’t want to burst Logan’s bubble but he felt like he was losing his mind. At any moment he was going to start cackling.

Logan paused, giving him a pointed stare, “Maybe you do.”

Damian broke. He collapsed forward, glad he had handed the bottle back as he wrapped his arms around his shaking body. He could hardly breathe but he couldn’t stop laughing either. His head was light and buzzing warmly. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but as tears started streaming out of his eyes, he knew he was officially drunk. Who gave a shit? That had been his goal, right?

He fell all the way down, letting his head land on Logan’s knee. He still couldn’t stop laughing even though it had developed solely into wheezes at that point.

Damian felt a hesitant hand tap on his back before actually settling there, “Are you ok?”

Damian sat up and wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes, “Bro, you’re so judgmental.”

Logan’s face shifted from concern into a scowl, “Oh. Sorry.”

The heavy bass of whatever song was playing took over the space between them. Damian kept thinking about destroying that gap. All he would have to do would be lean over, rest himself against Logan, maybe fall asleep. Maybe it was the overpriced buzz in his head talking, but he felt safe around Logan.

Out of the blue, Logan stood up, adjusting the hem of his jacket as he turned to face Damian, “Well, I won’t be bothering you anymore. Maybe I’ll see you around campus sometime. You can finish that if you want.”

Damian looked down by his feet where Logan was pointing to the champagne bottle, “Wait, I don’t understand. You’re leaving? Where?”

Logan glanced around, looking anywhere but Damian’s face. Damian was used to that but this felt different. Logan was different. At least under usual circumstances, he knew why people so adamantly refused to acknowledge his existence. He made them uncomfortable; he didn’t like it, but he got it. Here, he was absolutely clueless.

Logan finally managed to make eye contact. He was trying for a smile but as an expert liar, Damian could see straight through to the grimace beneath, “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find someone else who will tolerate my presence for a few moments.”

“Hey,” Damian acted on impulse. After all, Logan’s hand was just hanging there. It was far too empty. And at the moment, reaching forward to grab Logan’s wrist was Damian’s only way to insure that Logan wouldn’t walk away. He knew Logan was a smart guy and would probably see his honeyed whines as deception, but he had to try, “You’re really just going to get me drunk and then ditch me? Who knows what could happen?”

Logan’s eyebrows creased but he didn’t say anything. He looked like he was in pain, eyes sharp and teeth clenched behind a grimace. It was enough to make Damian drop his hand.

“Logan, it’s entirely your choice but if you would like to stay with me, I would enjoy that very much,” Truth wasn’t his strong suit, but he figured it was worth a try.

Logan squinted at him, confused or at least doubtful, “I thought you disliked my judgmental attitude.”

Damian groaned, “Dude... I didn’t mean it like that. I thought it was funny. I think you’re funny.”

“Oh,” Logan looked like he was having a hard time processing Damian’s words. It made him wonder just how many of those tequila shots Logan had thrown back before walking over. He had to be drunk. It was the only way to explain why he was acting so strange.

Damian reached out again and slowly pulled Logan back. He was hesitant but didn’t resist. Logan sat down next to Damian as if he didn’t understand his own actions. His eyes picked Damian apart like he was looking for the fine print.

“You’re sure you don’t mind me?” Logan’s expression was completely open. He was looking for the truth and Damian didn’t think he’d be able to lie if he wanted to. It was a good thing he didn’t need to.

He smiled, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Oh. Ok,” Logan settled back into the couch but his eyebrows were still weaved together. Apparently his programs finished running because he suddenly turned to Damian, grinning brightly, “I’m glad.”

Damian smiled back. He was happy to see Logan with that sparkle back, if a little confused as to how he had caused it, “You’re glad... I don’t mind you?”

Logan nodded, “Some people think I’m a little strange.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Damian winced and tried to rush out his next words, “Not, like, I think you’re strange- I think you’re really cool. I just mean people think I’m strange too.”

Damian swore he could map constellations in the stars floating in Logan’s eyes, “You think I’m cool?”

He shrugged, “I mean, yeah. You always seem to have it all together and you have determination and goals and it’s so obvious that you’re going to reach them. That passion is rare to see any more. I mean, I don’t have any of that. You don’t know how much I looked up to you in that class.”

Logan blinked at him like a deer in headlights for a moment before he began frowning, “But you’re incorrect.”

Damian looked up from where had been trying to see how much champagne was left in the bottle, “What do you mean?”

“You obviously have passion. You always had points to bring up during discussions and it was clear you had deep interest in the topics. You don’t know how in awe of you I was. You always found the least likely angle to take and still managed to make a convincing argument,” Logan took the bottle out of Damian’s frozen hands and took a drink, “It was art.”

Damian opened his mouth but all memory of speech had escape him. He looked away, trying to find something safe to stare at while he tried to gather his thoughts. His head was full of fragments, dulled glass shards that floated through fog and bumped against the edges of his mind. It hurt to try to put them all back together into one piece.

So Logan had noticed him in that class. And had remembered him; quite clearly it seemed. Except the way he was talking... nobody had ever spoken to Damian that way before. He was tempted to ask Logan if he had mistaken him for someone else.

He found his eyes wandering down to the space between them. More accurately, he was staring at how little space there was between them. When Logan had sat down the second time, he had done so right next to Damian. Like, right next to him. Now their legs were pressed together, hips and knees bumping together every time one of them shifted. Damian marveled at the fact that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Damian?” He looked up into Logan’s concerned face. God, they were so close, “Are you ok? Your eyes kinda glazed over.”

Damian laughed. It sounded breathy and far away, “Yeah, I’m good.”

From another room, someone started yelling, “LAST 15 MINUTES OF THE YEAR!!”

Logan squinted down at his watch before glaring in the direction of the voice, “There’s only five minutes left.”

Damian chuckled, watching the lines of Logan’s frown as he grimaced at the sea of people around them. There was something endearing about the blunt disdain Logan had for the idiots around them. It was nice to know he didn’t fit into that group, that he had- by some miracle- managed to fit into Logan’s bubble.

“So... you usually celebrate New Years like this?” Logan had suddenly become quite fidgety, wringing his hands in his lap. Damian tried to ignore it. He was having a hard enough time working on his own thoughts; he couldn’t even begin picking apart Logan’s thoughts.

Damian shook his head, “You mean a party? Nah, I usually don’t even celebrate. What about you?”

“Same. I don’t generally go to parties at all.”

Ah, so Damian’s original impression had been correct, “So what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Logan deftly avoided the question with a smirk. Damn, he was good at this.

Damian rolled his eyes, “Some friends dragged me here. Now you tell me what a straight-laced nerd like you is doing in a place like this.”

Logan snorted, “Don’t remember the last time anyone described me as straight- anything.”

“What?”

Damian wanted to shake his head like a dog getting out of water. Maybe then, the pieces would fall into some sort of pattern he could recognize. So Logan wasn’t straight. Why did that make him so happy?

He ran his hands through his hair and tried to gain some composure, “Ok, so what is someone like you doing in a place like this?”

Logan looked out across the crowd, his mouth a tight line. On the other side of the room someone took a running start and flung themselves on a pool table that had currently been in use. The thing cracked in half.

“I was-,” Logan paused, hands tapping quickly against his leg, “-convinced.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, “I’ve never heard someone talk so ominously about going to a party; what is that even supposed to mean?”

Logan winced. His hands were doing full cardio now, clenching into fists over and over again, “I was told someone was going to be here. I just really wanted the chance to talk to him again.”

“But you’ve only talked to me.”

“Yes,” Logan gave him that stare again like Come on, dude, the puzzle pieces are right there- just put them together. He rubbed his eyes in his hands, “Maybe this was a mistake. I didn’t mean to get you drunk. I thought you’d still be able to figure out-“

Click.

Damian’s mouth fell, “Wait, I’m the one you wanted to talk to?”

Logan gave him a small smile. It was the first time Damian had seen him look unsure of himself, “Well, yeah.”

“Oh,” Damian’s head was swimming. He could have blamed it on the champagne or how late it was or the way the lighting had began strobing, flickering between bright neon shades. But he knew that wasn’t it. He couldn’t lie this time- not even to himself.

Logan’s eyes were wide, staring into Damian. Not into his eyes- him. It was unnerving in the best way possible. The shifting light played across his irises, making them every colour of the rainbow.

“Is that ok?”

Logan’s voice startled him back to the present. He had leaned forward, supposedly to be heard above the shouting that had started. Amongst all of the raised voices, Logan’s had only gotten lower. His breath played against Damian’s ear.

Damian looked up, startled slightly but smiling, “Yeah, yeah, that’s good. That’s great.”

Logan smiled, “Yeah? Great?”

He was definitely leaning forward.

Damian huffed out a sigh but smiled even wider, “Shut up. I’m pretty sure you’re drunk.”

Logan scoffed, “And you’re not? You’re a total lightweight.”

“Shut up.”

“TEN!”

The entire house shook as the ridiculous number of students began screaming in unison

“You know, it’s also tradition to kiss someone on New Years,” Logan looked infuriatingly smug.

“NINE!”

Damian usually hated this part, everyone around him creating one huge voice- everyone but him.

Damian raised an eyebrow, “Are you asking to kiss me?”

“EIGHT!”

What he always hated most was the way the entire world seemed to be celebrating- without him. The whole damn planet filled with joy for one tiny moment and he could never figure out why.

Logan smiled like the Cheshire Cat- except the Cheshire Cat had just won the lottery, “Maybe.”

“SEVEN!”

At this point, his heart rate usually would have been spiking, feeling the pressure of “new opportunities” pressing all their expectant eyes on him.

Damian laughed, “Did you come over to talk to me just so you could get a kiss tonight?”

“SIX!”

There was always a part of Damian that would scorn him for not being happy, question why he had turned out to be such a sad, useless lump while everyone else was happily looking forward to the future.

“No,” Logan set his jaw like a stubborn toddler, “I came over here to talk to you so I could get a kiss from you tonight.”

“FIVE!”

No matter what he did, the New Year would plague him. His whole apartment complex would rattle as chanting counted down. The first hours of the year would often find Damian wandering through empty streets, desperate to escape the celebration.

Logan slid his hand onto Damian’s knee, “So can I? Kiss you?”

“FOUR!”

The whole event was just one monstrous reminder. It was an ugly mar on the calendar that whispered Look at all the things you’ve ruined. Look at how far you’ve fallen. Look at how little your future holds.

Damian nodded dumbly. His heart was pounding in his ears.

“THREE!”

New Year made him think of his parents. He always put on a bright mask for them, feeding them lies of empty aspirations and opportunities that didn’t exist. How would they feel to know their son was barreling headfirst into a dead end?

Damian was learning he didn’t need alcohol; Logan was intoxicating enough. The shine in his eyes, the self-satisfied tug to his lips, the way he kept getting closer and closer- it made Damian’s thoughts slow to a halt and everything around him lose focus.

“TWO!”

Every year, the day after would be exactly like the day before. Everyone else seemed to be determined to make themselves better. As much as he searched, Damian could never find the ways to change. New Years was usually taunting, reminding him that he would always be broken and would never be able to fix himself.

Logan’s hands played across his chest, smoothed over his shoulder, ran through his hair. His eyes found Damian’s soul. Damian couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“ONE!!”

Damian had always hated New Years.

Logan leaned all the way forward and his lips were on Damian’s. It was deeper than Damian was expecting, both of their mouths slightly open. Logan kept surging forward with his whole body, destroying the few inches left between them. Damian happily followed his lead, mindlessly falling into synchronous rhythm as Logan kept moving his lips. Except it wasn’t just his lips; Logan kissed with his whole body. He leaned against Damian and his hands were always roaming, leaving little touches as they danced over Damian’s body.

Sure, Damian had kissed other guys before. But he was pretty sure this was the first time anyone had kissed him.

One of Logan’s hands found its way to Damian’s face. His fingers tapped lightly across his birthmark. Damian remembered the kids who stared without shame, the eyes that would dart away as soon as they saw him, the way he could never hold a conversation without his birthmark joining as an unwanted guest star. Logan hadn’t done any of that. Damian had no words to describe what that man was but he liked it.

Damian broke away, completely out of breath. He had no idea how long they had been kissing- it could have been hours for all he knew- but his lungs didn’t have the same luxury of losing track.

Logan’s chest was heaving as it pressed against Damian’s side. His eyes were wide and glazed, staring a million miles away.

“Hey, Logan?”

Logan’s eyes regained their sharp focus. He smiled brightly, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“You’re a dork. But really,” Damian sighed, “thank you.”

Logan gave him a puzzled smile, “What for?”

“I’m pretty sure this is the first New Year I’ve ever actually enjoyed,” Damian snuggled himself closer to Logan, smiling when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.

Logan spoke with measured, careful words, “If you like, we could, you know, make our own New Years tradition out of this.”

Damian could feel his eyelids falling and rising every time he blinked like the great velvet currents of a theatre. They were heavy and he was warm and his head was a vague haze. He yawned widely and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist, “I don’t think we have to wait until New Year to do this again.”

He fell asleep listening to Logan stuttering out some happy response. Maybe New Years wasn’t so bad.

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serpentprinceravenhairedprincess · 5 years ago

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Oh gosh, thank you so much for answering my question about why do youa ship Jeronica. I can clearly see the potential. They have a lot more in common than i thought. Your thread was marvelous! Could you please write more about their paralels and as to why they are better for each other then for Betty and Archie? ❤

You are so kind ❤ ❤ Every time I open my askbox I’m afraid to find some backlash hate, but you put a smile on my face :D

Going on with this thread, which I would call “Reasons why Jeronica is just the best dang thing”:

7) They are (more) aesthetically pleasing. This is really subjective and also kinda unfair, I can for sure give you that, but just putting them close to each other makes a strong impression on screen. Their matching colors and outfits, as well as their body types give a nice harmony to the picture. The visual response is something that can’t really be controlled, since it’s encoded really deeply in the human mind - specifically in the heteronormative sexuality. Tall boy & small girl always works as a pairing because it’s what our eyes perceive as typically masculine and typically feminine. On top of that, the fact that except for height, there is not much of a difference between their body types and their colors, makes for a beautiful visual harmony. Which is the same reason why Barchie, also, looks better. I know: it sounds really crude, but I don’t make the rules. In my course of study I had the chance to study this kind of things with close attention, and I can assert that some visual instincts cannot really be controlled since they are so deeply rooted: the studios know this kind of stuff, and they usually exploit it for the pictures they produce.

8) Outsiders. Veronica and Jughead have always been the ones looking from the outside. She is the new girl, while he is the guy from the wrong side of the tracks. Most of Jughead’s life was spent looking at this all american, dreamy like characters that are Betty and Archie. He is aware of the fact that he doesn’t belong to that pastel colored world of suburban terraced houses. His existance feels almost parasitical, from his voyeuristic point of view, given by the role of narrator that he takes upon himself. At the same time, Veronica doesn’t belong either. She comes from the big city and also from a mob family. That idealized lifestyle it’s just not fit for her. And I really like the fact that, even if Jug and V come from such a different background, they are both children of a world that is more real, more crude. They have this qualities of fighters and survivors that create another psychological affinity between them.

9) Elective Affinities. Now, this might take long, but stay with me. “Elective Affinities” is a beautiful novel by the famous german writer Goethe. I call it into consideration simply because I think that the core 4 and their spot in Riverdale somehow mirrors this tale. The plot of the book is simple: we have a couple and two guests. We have a marriage between two people who are not well mixed together. So the coming in action of the two guests breaks their relationship and creates different pairs. The philosophy of the story goes back to Empedocles, who said: "people who love each other mix like water and wine; people who hate each other segregate like water and oil.". Taking a step forward, we get to the chemical concept of elective affinity. In chemistry, this means that the bond between two elements can be broken by the intrusion of a third. In this way, one of the two jointed element “chooses” to step away from the former link and form another one with the new comer, simply because of a better affinity. I won’t get too deep into the book because it would need so much time and a lot of unnecessary work that doesn’t resonate with Riverdale. However, the concept is simple: opposites might attract, but there’s always a line. There has to be a connection between people, in order for them to function as couples. We talk about temper, about goals, about background, values and lifestyles. The characters that Archie and Betty embody clash in a harsh and jarring way with the ones embodied by Jughead and Veronica. While for Barchie and Jeronica we can talk about sides of the same coin, for B*ghead and V*rchie we are putting together cash and coins. Yeah, I guess they are still money, but that’s where the resemblance stops.

10) What works in real life doesn’t necessarily work on the screen (and viceversa). I can’t stress this enough. Yeah, we could see B*ghead and V*rchie as healthy couples (kinda, maybe - I have my reservations about it, but ok)..that doesn’t mean that they are interesting to watch. I don’t know, watching Riverdale is starting to feel like watching a tv show about my best friend and her boyfriend: yeah, they are cute, they work perfectly together, but do I want to watch them on tv? No sir, it would be boring as hell. Peeling away the murders, the investigations and the weird Riverdale mysteries, we all know a B*ghead kind of couple in our lives. Do we know a Jeronica? No. Do we know a Romeo and a Juliet? Also no. But hey, if they are an iconic couple for centuries, maybe there’s a reason to why it is so. Movies, tv shows and books have this escapist quality, this possibility of making everything seem real even if we talk about something that would never be possible in real life. Let’s face it: we would all avoid hanging out with an angsty couple, but somehow we love to see that on tv. It’s just more passionate, more intriguing. I don’t know, everytime I see B*ghead I see me and my boyfriend eating pizza in our sweatpants on the sofa. That’s love, but it would make for a really bad tv show. We should start facing the fact that tv and cinema are not made to necessarily teach us something: we shouldn’t seek life lessons in a teen drama, or even a realistic portrait of life. It’s made for entertainment, that’s it, and entertainment means also creating drama and mixing up couples just for the hell of it.

11) This will be quick, but Jeronica has in them the potential of every classic best selling couple. I’m talking about Elizabeth and Mr Darcy in “Pride and Prejudice”, about Romeo and Juliet, Han and Leia in “Star Wars”, Jack and Rose in “Titanic”. There’s a tention in this narratives, that always works. Why? Because there’s some kind of conflict going on between two people who have a similar mindset. We are encoded to like this kind of stories and every writer knows it, that’s why they keep selling and moving people even tho they’ve seen it a hundred times. And that’s why I’m mad at Riverdale’s writers: because they know (and it shows), but they keep safe betting on an off screen couple, sacrificing the narrative purpose of their work.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk and I’m sorry for any language mistake that I might have done. Unfortunately, I’m not an English native speaker lol

#jeronica #vughead #jughead x veronica #veronica x jughead

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cogneartive · 5 years ago

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The Great Peter Infodump of March 2020

yo @brackets-and-woolly-hats @mijaco-geo and @mike-nesmith-for-mayor I have recently been informed that yall would really like me to infodump about Peter and I want to thank yall because I think if I held it in any longer I would explode

Also thanks to the coolcherrycream articles and various interviews that I learnt all these from in the 5-ish months I’ve been thinking about the monkees for

But before I start going hnngggg Peter I would like to warn you that despite my tone this is going to contain some heavy stuff. We’re talking brief mentions of blood, and suicide and death so be careful about that

This is gonna get hella long so *cracks knuckles* let’s begin

Childhood

let’s start from the very beginning: a very good place to start

Friday, 13th February one bb was born and he would always say that Friday the 13th was a lucky day for years onwards

He was born with a lot of diversity in his parentage

He’s Irish and German-Jewish on his mother’s side and Norwegian on his dad’s side

Speaking of Jewishness (is that a word???) I rememeber an article saying that he used to randomly say Hebrew words in interviews and I think he taught Mike how to say something too?? I dont know

Peter was a very friendly boy even when he was just a toddler cus he would drag any new friend he had home

Anyway, he was born in Washington DC

Once on Christmas he went missing and his mum and grams panicked and looked all over the house for him

Turns out he was just waiting at lampost in the snow because he wanted to make sure that Santa would bring him a present

Speaking of Grams, when he was 3 (i think im doing this from memory) he was at a post office with his mother when she came in.

He got uber excited and shouted “THAT’S MY GRAMS. HER NAME IS CAIT!”

And so everyone turned to look at her and he squealed

He would also often ride on the top part double deck buses and whenever the bus slowed down, he would wave to nearby people and say “HI MY NAME’S PETER WHAT’S YOUR?” to which those people who wave back and sometimes answer him. I mean, wouldn’t you?

Also he started to play with pianos when he was 3 and also he liked dancing so that’s cute

One of his first memories was of being at the hospital where his brother Nick (who they called Nicky and that’s what I’m going to call him) was born

Soon after Nicky was born they moved to Germany Yeet. He was 4 and the time and Nicky was like 18 months or smth

Germany

Right so I dont know why people dont talk about this part of his childhood because like,,,it’s interesting??

In Germany they had two maids

They had to put sugar in every food so that Peter and Nicky would actually eat the strange German food

He became very fluent in German and would help his mother with translations

He was also fluent in French for some reason

Someone made a statue of his 4 year old head and it became a famous minor art piece that featured in calendars

It probably now sits in his house because I saw in in the background of the short documentary that his son, Ivan Ivanoli made about him which you sould check btw

Anyway, when Peter was 5 he made his first official best friend Ule who was two years older than him

Once when he was playing hide and seek with Nicky he ran at full force at a closed glass door that he thought was open, shattering it, and getting a shard into his arm. Reasonably he screamed

Apparently, he was hurt a major artery and would have bled to death if not for someone being in the house to call a doctor

Once he was out and about wandering around, as you would do if you were Peter when he was stopped by some official looking guy from going back into his own house.

It’s important to note that Peter looked very much like a German boy and would ONLY talk in German outside. God knows why he did this. Reasonably, the dude thought he was lying and he had to call for his mum

Anyway, in Germany school starts when you’re five but his birthday was in the middle of the school year so his parents sent him in early which set him up for some outcasted child syndrome later

And then the moved back to America yeet

AMERICA (LAND OF CAPITALISM)

So he moved back into America but it didn’t stop there. No. They had to move around like a 100 different times and as someone who went to a total of 4 different schools (so far oh no) that sets you up with outcasted child syndrome. What also sets you up with outcasted child syndrome is if you’re an undiagnosed neurodivergent which Peter seemed to think he was when he was in his 50s (either ADHD or autism) so uhh keep that in mind

So he was in school and as mentioned earlier he was a year younger than his peers so that’s fun

He was very very clever. Often he would finish his work first and his (4th grade) teacher would make do some reading or creative writing. She encouraged him to do creative writing because she saw some talent in there

Not only was he acadmically gifted, but he was also musically gifted. Playing not only the piano (which he got lessons for) but also the guitar, the banjo, the bass, and the french horn which he got an award for when he was in highschool playing in a band made out of college students for some reason

Speaking of awards, he was once given an award for maths

This giftedness would later set him up for Gifted Child Burnout he had in college

Also he changed schools like a total of 13 times so that’s fun

He went to a private school but apparentl, according to his parents, he hated it (but he remembered liking it???)

Also, he made a lot of jokes in class

Remember Nicky? Yeah, Nicky would often write songs for him to sing and stuff (Nicky would later write songs for Peter’s solo album and a bunch of other stuff what a great brother we stan)

The family had some kind of barn once where he would do puppet shows his siblings

Anyway, school life was all fine and dandy until 5th grade hit and he changed schools and everyone lost interest in him because he was one year younger

Also his dad was apparently very disconnected with him. Needless to say, Peter felt like his father didn’t like him

Once when he was 9, he told his father that he noticed that when the clouds were around at night, it would be warmer during the day to which his father shouted at him saying that “he has no proof of that” and that he shouldn’t say anything without proof

This of course led him to feel like no one wanted to listen to what he wanted to say

poor baby

I think his father would have been the reason why Peter would later say in an interview that he hated “loud abusiveness” the most

He would also later say that a combination of his dad and feeling like he was weird and different would lead him to his drinking problem

So umm we dont stan his dad ok

Once when he was 13 he picked up a loaded shotgun and put it against his head. But he decided that he didn’t want to do it at the last second.

Overall, life from 5th grade till highschool was terrible for him

He didn’t have any friends in his school

So when he moved to a new school in Conneticut where he was surrounded with people of the same age, he was really happy all the way until college where he flunked out twice

Hippie Time (Honestly this part is just me talking about him and Stephen Stills because Steter Stirk changed me)

And so Peter became a hippie in Greenwich Village

In the Village, he became a sort of entertainer. Not just singing and playing, he was also a comedian.

And then he kept hearing about this dude who looked like him from other people.

This dude turned out to be Stephen who was also hearing the same kind of talk for about the same amount of time

Pete and Stephen VIBED im not kidding they started to play with each other and also Stephen’s room mate who was also there

Also it turns out that they liked to talk about the same things so that’s neat

Peter went to Venuzuela apparently and when he came back the Monkee thing happened yeet

Once when Stephen was waiting to move into his new house Peter was all like “hey dude live with me”

For a while they also lived in the same house when he was Monkee and if that doesn’t fuel any ship fics I dont know what will

Im serious the ship is here and its real I saw fics and fanart

Dont ask about Stirk

They played with the colour tv and would “pick apart each other’s brains” umm

Also Peter’s favourite band was buffalo springfield and we stan a friend who would say your band was their favourite band

And I think this is where my knowledge starts to fade because I haven’t really heard any cool facts from here on afterwards

Last Final Cool Facts

He was a teacher for quite a while and taught about Maths, basketball (despite not liking any sport except swimming) and Easter Philosophy,,,yes easter philosphy the man was into that kinda stuff

Also he was a big reader. Always having a smoll book in his pocket that he would read while on set with the Monkees. But he was particularly a non fic kinda guy

He would write poetry on the back of scripts

In the 2000s he said that his sister thought he might have ADD

Also autism but when asked about it he’d be all P E R H A P S

which is very unhelpful Peter pls give us a straight answer

I mean he cant give us straight answers because he was the gayest monkee (he fricked a dude once but he didn’t like it)

Hey look I ended on a gay note yeet. Thanks for reading this mess

#the monkees #peter tork #blood tw #death ment tw #suicide tw #i think that's all the tws #im finally free of this knowlege #i feel so good #just wait till i come back with a truck of knowledge in 5 months

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