#anyway happy fat dragon friday!

[snepfeathers]

Can we get a mawshot of anyone? POV vore stuff is A+ and your art is A+ so perfect combo

go ahead, crawl on in ;)

[reallypheelingit]

happy fat dragon fsunday !! i've been struggling to get art in time for fridays hahah but that won't stop me from posting my fat dragons anyway c:

but yeah i figured Millisievert was overdue for some new art! Millie was one of my first Pearlcatchers and a longstanding member of Florabrisa, a gardener and local gossip who will very much be up in your business as soon as she learns there's a new dragon in the clan haha

[tvrundownusa]

tvrundown USA 2024.11.01

Friday, November 1st:

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(movies): "Janet Planet" (MAX, coming-of-age drama, ~2hrs), "Freedom"/"Libre" (APrime, French Bruno Sulak drama, ~2hrs), "Let Go" (netflix, Swedish family drama, ~2hrs), "The Contract" (AllBlk, threesome drama), "Music by John Williams" (dsn+, composer profile documentary), "It's All Over: The Kiss That Changed Spanish Football" (netflix, 2023 Women's World Cup documentary, 95mins)

(streaming weekly): Before (apple+), La Maison (apple+), Disclaimer (apple+, penultimate), Ayla & The Mirrors (dsn+, next 5 eps, season 1 finale), Angel of Death (MAX), The Confidante (MAX, limited series finale), The Great British Baking Show (netflix), "Like a Dragon: Yakuza" (APrime, next 3 eps, season 1 finale)

(also new): "A Carol for Two" (HALL, original movie, 2hrs), "Endurance" (NatGeo, explorer Shackleton's ship documentary, 2hrs+20mins)

(hour 1): S.W.A.T. (CBS), Happy's Place (NBC) / . / Lopez vs. Lopez (NBC), Shark Tank (ABC), Whose Line Is It Anyway? (theCW, 60mins), Sweetpea (Starz, 45mins), Wizards Beyond Waverly Place (disney, reairs in regular timeslot, 60mins)

(hour 2): Fire Country (CBS), Joan (theCW, penultimate), Fat Joe Talks (Starz)

(hour 3): Blue Bloods (CBS), Three Women (Starz), Real Time with Bill Maher (HBO), Scare Tactics (USA) / . / Hysteria! (USA, ~75mins)

(hour 4 - latenight): Hysteria! (USA, contd), The Graham Norton Show (BBCAm|AcornTV|AMC+), "It's Florida, Man" (HBO)

[potter-imagines]

Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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dear psychiatric suitcase, info-point at the end of the... route ? -_- #almost

Then, what to say ?

We are Good Friday.

But above all : It's SPRING ! Birds, cats and plants everywhere, I'm crazy! 👻

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I'm trying to compose mentally a little glamorous ointment which has nothing to do with "today". I don't really know why. I have the impression that it's my Mandrake who nudges me. Difficult to resist to Her call...

I think mixing Datura, Mandrake leaves, red rose petals (collected in a specific place), Spider web. That kind... I would like it to be an ointment that can both create the caesura, and at the same time make the bridge between one and the other side - of this caesura -

I also slowly plan a new flying ointment test / recipe.

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About Lent? Observation of a failure, in a way. Sometimes I hate this imperfection of flesh that I am and that I drag (often) like a bag of bones behind me. (This image is by Antonin Artaud.)

- I struggled a lot with some little things. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to remove all the sugar. I nevertheless managed to remove the one from my coffees / tea / herbal teas which for me is kind a miracle.

- Fat, I did my best but it's not "that" yet.

- The meat was not bad, no more red, still a little white but I was not very creative in the kitchen, I was too stressed by the new job.

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I managed to remove all witchcraft, all alcohol, all "home made" alcohol, to practice silent meditation / prayer 3 times a day (excluding working days) (2 times when I work) but it's really a constant struggle against myself, I have the impression of being an addict who struggles not to dive back while on the contrary, I would have to dive. (gn.?)

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I also tidied up / cleaned / rearranged my "herbalist" cupboard.

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I worked in the small garden and do some seedlings / cuttings here. So far the only ones that are going well are black basil, mint, rosemary cutting and marijuana! I relocated and re.potted most of my plants, pulled up some Datura (there were too many), then the Great Mother replanted her babies discreetly as many times !!

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I thought a lot on Jacob's Struggle with The Angel, as well as on the Sacrifice of Isaac and this kind of "stupor" in which these two "stories" put me.

So I read Caïn by José Saramago, and it consoled me.

Currently, I try not to think too much about the death of Christ, I understand his death very well but it is difficult to accept all this resurrection thing, I am more in a Gnostic approach of Christ made MAN. The Snake-Heart, something like that...

Tonight I'll pray with Stabat Mater by Pergolesi.

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I read a looot of very high quality novels. I can't get over the one with the shaman, Appaaluttok the Red.

Also, I reread an old gothic tale with a spider woman (by H. E. Ewers), I don't think I will spare you, it is so perfect. I will try to post excerpts here soon.

Actually I read old classical literature (Madame de La Fayette) just for the pleasure of stroking myself with this magnificent language.

:p

I also unearthed a thesis on Hecate as a vector of the "in between" which makes me salivate in advance. But I try not to dive back into the Grannies "right away", I promised Amandragore something.

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I read earlier also, that @appleandelder felt that our summer would be very difficult, I know we are not in the same corner of the planet at all, but I have the same feeling.

So I think about how to collaborate with the two rivers that cross my city. Last year I had the help of the First River, the one folks here represent by a Snake (eh yes, these humans are sooo imaginative!), and we managed to maintain the correct level of rain / water all summer long... until they curb the river in September by opening / closing a dam. Anyway, assholes.

I will be enlisting the help of both this year (the other is represented in folklore by a Dragon, there is potential, isn't there?).

It's quite complicated for me to curry favor with a water point, well let's say it requires a lot of commitment and that I'm going to pull something from the bottom of me that I don't like going to pull . My fear. Black water, current speed, etc. (I almost drowned myself a number of times.) I will have to pull this fear out, otherwise the Spirit will not listen ; and to come completely naked, fear, love, the joy of being there and having gifts that count! That's a lot, I hope to be up to it (roughly) again this year.

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I had two consecutive dreams with Mother Arachne. Thanks to her. The omens were very good. Thanks again to her.

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The new job?

I am in Oncology department. (That's why I allow myself to compare with Afghanistan, for me it's a bit the same kind) I treat / heal a lot of people who are my age (and younger). Finally, "heal" ... Sighs ;) I'm getting started on the most "difficult" sector, my boss understood how I work am, so it suits me very well.

There are many more people who have brain cancer (Glioblastoma) than I imagined. This is the first observation I would make.

For the rest, frankly I don't think I would tell you too much about it, it's too hard and you don't want to hear that. (and I understand you.)

I am very happy to be here.

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Annnnnd as it is spring, I try to start learning the birdsong again. I am very very bad. It's a good start ;)

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Here is my Spring Blessings for You 💜

[canaryatlaw]

okay, so today was overall pretty good. I woke up at 8:55, got ready, and then ubered to that thing I said I’d tell you about. So I’m in this online program that’s a child defender fellowship ran by the children’s defense fund, and it’s all about educating and equipping people to make a difference in children’s issues in their community, and as part of it they wanted us to reach out to a local child focused group and kind of chat with them about some stuff, so I contacted the local children’s advocacy center because I was familiar with them based on my work at the public guardians office. They’re basically the place families go when there’s been an outcry of sexual abuse and in some cases physical abuse in very young children. It’s largely focused on what’s called victim sensitive interviews, which is a specific interviewing method that works to get an accurate account of what happened out of the child without retraumatizing them, and to have a solid statement in order to avoid having the child have to repeat the story over and over again, which is not only traumatizing, but can lead to inconsistencies that a defense team could use against the child in any sort of court proceeding that results from the incident. So the work they do is very, very important. I’ve viewed some video tapes of VSI’s while at OPG and they’re very good at getting info out of children in a calm and organized fashion. I know when the child death case I worked on came in to the system, they interviewed the siblings there, and there account were crucial in securing the arrests of the two responsible parental figures, because the kids told them everything, not sparing any details as to exactly what was going on in that home, and it was really what built the case against the parents. That case has been on my mind a lot lately, as yesterday (the 28th) was the one year anniversary of me arguing the motion in court. Feels both like it was yesterday and that it was forever ago. I know I’m never going to get the resolution I want on that case, and that’s something I’m going to have to deal with. I didn’t expect this case to change me, but it did, in so many ways. I know it has made me a stronger advocate for children and given me even more of a passion to keep children safe. I can’t look at the picture of the sweet little boy who was taken from us that’s hanging on my wall without feeling a fire inside me that will only be satisfied with a lifetime spent fighting to save all the other sweet little boys and girls who are in danger. Rest in peace, Manny. I may not have ever met you, but you’ve changed me so much. Sigh. Anyway. I was kind of anxious going into the meeting because I really didn’t know what to expect, but it actually went really well. I met with someone on their prevention team, which is a relatively new division, and they work on training people to spot the type of behavior that can be indicative of sexual abuse starting and to stop it before it happens, which is of course incredibly important work. So we talked about what they did and I asked about how they felt the foster care system was failing children who were sexually abused, and what she would like to see done about it. Then we went on a tour of the facility, which is really a very well built center, lots of different departments and a focus on children, with brightly painted walls, toys, and even a full scale playground. So I left quite happy with my experience there. I did a shared Lyft home because it was cheapest, but it ended up being a bit of a pain because it took so long to get home. I had debated just going over to school since I was already downtown and just hanging out there, but I didn't actually have that much schoolwork I could do and didn’t feel like sitting around in an empty office while I could be doing other things. So I got home and made some lunch, then tried to get to work on editing my legal drafting assignment that was due tonight. I looked it over and changed a handful of minor things, but for the most part left it as it was. At this point I’m just going to believe that I can’t tell whether my work is good or not because I’ve clearly been mistaken on the subject before, so while I think what I wrote was largely crap, who knows, it might be just what they’re looking for. Guess we’ll see. I then spent quite a while fighting with Word about formatting issues, because it all has to be very particular for legal drafting, and I had used one of the forms off the cook county website because that’s what we were supposed to have, but then I had to convert it to a Word file and figure out how to add the academic integrity page, which turned out to be much more difficult than it had any right to be, and I had to scrap it and start over like 3 or 4 times. Eventually I got it to a point where I was satisfied enough with it, so I left it there. After finishing that I spent about an hour doing some of the dishes because our sink is once again overflowing with dirty dishes, which tbf is mostly my fault because I do so much cooking but don’t always feel like cleaning. I got through approximately half of the stuff, and I was gonna keep going by my back was hurting me and I was tired, so I decided to stop there and instead did the online forms for the child defender fellowship regarding meeting up with the children’s advocacy center. Then I printed my legal drafting assignments and made sure they were properly submitted online before heading over to school. I stopped at the library on the way up to use their stapler, because I don’t have my own damn stapler, then went up to class and turned it in. Class was short, it was about interviewing children which is of course something I already knew about because I’d already gone through the interview children and have in fact interviewed many children in these situations. So I took notes and paid attention, but it wasn’t really anything I didn’t already know. We got out at around 6:40 (class is supposed to go to 7:20), so I headed home and got back in time to watch Arrow. I think it was probably one of the better episodes of the season so far, though that’s not really saying much because I haven’t been terribly fond of this season. My girls though, they really stole the spotlight in this episode and their stuff was so great. I hardcore need this redemption plot for Black Siren, and I’m gonna be so ticked off if they screw it up. And Dinah, man, she is one intense lady and she’s pretty damn fierce. So I guess I enjoyed the episode for the most part. After that was over I went to watch the last episode of the first season of Game of Thrones, lots going on there. I have been informed that Ned Stark does indeed stay dead, so that’s unfortunate. I hate Joffrey so freaking much, stupid little brat that he is, and someone needs to save poor Sansa from where she’s practically being held captive in that castle. Arya, my sweet murder child, who is now so freaking traumatized from witnessing her father’s death, and then has to take up the life of a street urchin to keep herself off the radar of the crazy royal people who would very much like to capture her. I absolutely adored the moment where the two boys are ragging on her and she pulls the sword on them and is like “I’ve already killed one fat boy. I’m good at killing fat boys. I like killing fat boys” and I was just like YES ARYA BBY YOU’VE COME SO FAR and I’m just so proud of her and her little murderous soul. I’m still not entirely sure what’s going on with the other Lannisters and such, other than they seem to be plotting to take Joffrey off the throne, which I’m clearly all for. And Jon Snow is out somewhere with some sort of army doing something. Then there’s my girl Daenerys, who’s just like it’s chill guys I’m just gonna walk into this funeral pyre for my dead husband while it’s one fire and emerge unscathed with three baby dragons because she’s the MOTHER OF DRAGONS, DAMMIT and I can’t wait to see what she does with them next season (I mean, I read her character breakdown on the GoT wiki, so I know some of it, but I’m looking forward to seeing it happen on my screen). After that I watched an episode of The Royals just for the heck of it, which I suppose is a fairly entertaining show, I’m just not very invested at this point and haven’t really found a reason to be. Oh well. After that I started getting ready for bed and now I’m here. Tomorrow I have PT in the morning, then I’ll probably do some grocery shopping and try to work on my civil rights midterm essay, and then at night I have small group, and I think we’re going to a Thai restaurant, so that should be good. Pretty tired now being that it’s 1 am, so I will bid you goodnight here. Goodnight my loves. Happy Friday.

[reiner-is-back-bitches]

Is This How It’s Ending?~~ My First Multi-Chapter Fanfic Ever~~ A My Chemical Romance Fanfic~~ Frank Iero X OC~~

Okay, so I thought I would share something with yall. It’s my very first fanfic that wasn’t a oneshot and guess what, it’s still not finished lolol. Oh well, it wasn't all that great so I wasn't surprised when there wasn't an uproar to finish it lolol. Anyways it’s just a zombie apocalypse story with a high school setting and special guests My Chemical Romance! Lolol it’s kinda crack but I was like 16 when I started writing this lolol

This wasn't happening. It wasn’t! This had to be a nightmare, a bad fucking dream. "Run! C’mon you guys! Run!" I yelled to my friends and family running behind me. ‘They can’t fucking hear me.’ I thought. I couldn't even hear myself over all the gunshots and screams. I looked back for a split second, praying to all gods above and below, that I see everyone I cared about still behind me, and tripped. I collided with the floor, knees first, causing me to scrape both of them really bad. "Fuck!” I yelled, looking down at the mess that was my jeans knees and my own. Oh, shit!"

When I looked up, I saw one of the monsters, ‘They’re fucking zombies! Say it! They’re really fucking zombies!!!’ one of the zombies was coming right for me. The only thing I could see was its teeth. I imagined them ripping me up, tearing my skin from my bones in a single bite. All I could see was my blood splattered everywhere; on the zombie, on me, my clothes soaked in it, puddles forming around me. This was it. This was how my life, my world, was ending…..

(((***)))

It started off like just an average day in Idalou Texas. Cars were honking, hookers were walking, ice heads were knocking on the dealers doors, dying to get another hit. I sat up in my bed and stretched, yawning loudly. ‘That’s why I stopped dealing ice.’ I thought to myself, with a small grin on my face and sleep in my eyes. ‘These fuckers are up before Jesus and the Mexicans.’ I stood up and stretched again, hearing a sound I was so used to, it’s like fucking air: my parents were fighting. They were my alarm clock, every fucking morning at 6:00 a.m., I would here the spectacular show of Jonathan and Molly trying to oust scream each other. I also haven’t called them ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’ in two years.

I lit a cigarette and heard something I have never heard before; objects being thrown. ‘This little spat is getting worse.’ I said aloud. ‘I’m surprised I haven’t heard fucking gunshots.’ I laughed nervously to myself, and then stopped. Images of my parents shooting each other in a fucking gunfight began to run through my mind and it kind of freaked me out. Especially since I dipped the cigarette I lit in a small baggie of coke before I fired life into it.

I shook my head and put out my smoke, before walking to my small locker like closet to get dressed. I heard Molly yell from her room all the way on the other side of the house, “Roxy Von Diaz! You better not be fucking smoking in my fucking house!"

"Mind your own business, Molly. Get back to shout-fucking Jonathan!" I yelled back. She started yelling at Jonathan about how I get that shit from him. Yep, we’re a big happy family. Madea ain’t got shit on us. I got a The Bunny the Bear shirt, my marijuana print bandana, a pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite pair of Gorillaz Converse high tops.

I turned to my iHome and pressed play. Music began to blare out of my speakers and I proceeded with my morning. I turned on my straightener and undressed. Throwing my jams onto my bed, I went and turned on the stick of incense that was sitting in a small metal dragon I got for Christmas years ago. I then proceeded to light four more sticks all around my room and reached for my pile of clothes. I learned a long time ago to dress fast if you want more time to yourself in the morning.

After I was dressed I proceeded to where my straighter was waiting and did my hair; straightening, styling hairspray and more went into getting me ready for the day. After my hair was to my liking, I wrapped the marijuana bandana around my head, grabbed my mirror and make up bag, and plopped back onto my bed.

I turned to the side and knocked on the wall, where the small door leading into a small hiding spot opened. It was a small hiding spot I had found the first week I moved to this idiotic town. I then realized when I found it, that I found it for a reason and would use it to the fullest. I pulled a pink Phillies tube from the hiding place and opened it. Pulling the blunt from the tube, I stood up and started doing my makeup. I always loved how my make up comes out when I do it stoned.

I held the blunt in between my lips and popped open my purple eyeliner. I laid out a thick line and inhaled the blunt. I finished appliying gracious amounts of eyeliner and returned its head. I took the blunt and ashed it in the seashell ashtray right next to my bed. I returned the blunt to its rightful place, and took out some black eye shadow. After my mighty feat was over, I put the blunt out, stuck it back in the Phillies tube, and put the tube in my pocket.

It was now showing six thirty on my alarm clock, and smiled triumphantly. ‘I am such a fast bitch.’ I thought to myself and proceeded to grab my jacket and get my brother and sister ready for school. My sister Lia is a year younger than me and Mark is four years younger than me. They hated the fighting as much as I did, but I only hadn’t left because of my family, Lia and Mark.

I walked into my sister’s room and jumped on her bed. “Lia, it’s time for school. Get up, get dressed and tell me what you want on your breakfast bootyhole.” My sister threw a pillow at me and let out a great big fart.

“You know what I want bitch.” She replied as she rolled over in her bed as I fought to suppress my laughter.

“I got ya, sister.”

“Thanks, DooDoo.” I closed her door and walked to the other side of the house were Mark’s room is located. I opened the door and saw my brother on his Xbox. I called out to him but didn’t get a response from him. After trying and failing five times, I looked around the general vicinity I was in for something to throw at him.

I found on his desk a pile of pennies, perfectly stacked. I smiled and scooped them up into my hand and chunked the pennies at him and watched them shower down upon my brother’s head and T.V.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled into his headset. He turned around and saw me standing in his doorway, my arms crossed and a smirk on my face. “Oh, it’s just you Von. Why are you standing in my doorway? I was in the middle of a serious deathmatch.” My brother and his fucking games, I swear to god he’s going to want to be buried with that thing.

“You better hope Jonathan and Molly don’t hear you use those words. There would be even more yelling around here.” I walked up to my brother’s huge game chair, and leaned back on it, causing it to fall over backwards. My brother gave me an annoyed look and picked the chair back up.

“Roxy, you think I give a shit about what my parents here me saying? I heard most of it from them, anyway.” I sighed and looked at my watch, seeing it was only six fifty. “Anyways, what’s up big sister?”

“I just wanted to know what kind of burrito you wanted.” He sat back in his chair and put his headsets on.

“Whatever you’re getting, please.” He returned to his friends and I walked out his room. I stayed at his door and him talking to his friends. “Huh? Oh, that was just my sister. No, Roxy. A dub? For when? Friday? Yea, alright, I’ll talk to her before then, just remind me ok?” I shook my head, thinking about how I was dealing weed to my brother’s friends over his Xbox live account.

I walked from his door and into the kitchen, seeing Jonathan and Molly taking a break from their usual life to make some coffee that Jonathan stole from an important factory he helped clean yesterday in Lubbock. I used both hands to flip both of them off, and continued to the front door, where I walked out, giving a great big sneeze as I stepped into the cold winter air.

‘Shit,’ I thought as I tightened my jacket around my small form as I walked to the sidewalk. ‘Most likely Jonathan and Molly got their flu shots, so they’re probably taking Lia and Mark today after school.’ I took off down the street, toward a little restaurant I always get my munchies from.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my best friend in the whole world, Luis finish up a drug deal, and make his way towards me.

"Hey slut. Wait up." Luis yelled after me and I stopped, pulling the Phillies tube out of my back pocket. I had it successfully lit by the time he caught up with me. “Ooooh girl, you better let me hit that after you.” I smiled and handed the blunt to Luis, giving a wave to a passing cop. The cop then busted a bitch and headed back towards us. He pulled up behind us, and I went to meet him halfway.

“Officer Lucas, good morning.” I pulled my hand out of my pocket and shook his, placing a fat dub into his hand.

“Roxy, how are you this morning.” He then placed his hand into his own pocket, releasing the bag of weed, and replacing it on the steering wheel.

“Not too bad, sir, heading off for a little breakfast before school. You know how it is.” I extended my hand.

“Oh, yes I sure do.” He took his hand out of his pocket and shook my hand, slipping me a twenty dollar bill. “You have a good one Roxy Von.”

“You too, Officer Lucas.” He drove away and Luis gave him a small wave. I met back up with Luis and took the blunt from him. “You want breakfast, I’m buying?”

“Hell yea, bitch!” Luis gave me a hug and I laughed, as we continued walking to Dixie Dog. Once we got there, I went and ordered three sausage, egg and cheese burritos and one potato and cheese burrito. We walked to the small patio area on the right side of the building and sat and smoked a cigarette.

“Oh, some of my customers want some of that green.” Luis told me, as he handed me a small stack of pieces of scrap paper.

“Oh, really? Why’s that? Your supply not up to stuff?” I grinned at Luis and he grinned back. Luis was too smart for his own good. He cooked his own supply of crystal meth and dealt it to the meth heads that reside here. We have a friendly competition going on against his meth and my weed.

We started it two years ago and for all of those two years, we had been at fifty percent even. Our drugs created harmony. After I picked up my burritos, Luis and I headed back to the house. “So, I heard a little commotion when I was in the alley. Jonathan and Molly were fighting, yea, but there was another noise. Where they throwing shit?”

“I guess they are now. That shit surprised me earlier to. Today is just weird.” Luis hit the blunt and got really excited about something, and choked. He coughed for about five minutes, with me rubbing his back for three, before he finally talked.

“We’re getting new students.” I scoffed to myself and looked at Luis in disbelief. “Five of them, all the way up from New Jersey.” I laughed because he said it like Nu Joisy.

“Who the hell would want to move to this wack town?” Luis shrugged his shoulders and passed me back the blunt.

“I don’t know jefita. All I know is that they’re coming here today.” I sighed and put out the blunt, roaching it and walked into my house.

“Luis, can you get Mark and Lia while I fill these orders right quick?” I asked him as soon as we got to the kitchen.

“Sure,” He headed to Lia’s room first and I headed to my room. I closed my door, and went over to my bed. I pulled a huge sack of weed from my hiding spot, and proceeded to fill these orders. ‘Ok,’ I thought. ‘A dime for Marcus, a dub for Craig and a QP for Danielle, damn Danielle needs to ease up on my product.’ I exhaled softly and walked to the living room, where Lia, Luis and Mark were waiting for me. I smiled at them and nodded, signaling them that we were ready to go.

“Shotgun!” Lia and Luis shouted together as they ran out the door, followed by a chuckling Mark. I followed them outside and closed the locked door behind me. If only I had checked the news that morning, if only I had just turned on the fucking T.V., I’d probably would’ve been more prepared for what I saw that day. ~~~~~~

*******Breaking News*******

We interrupt this program to bring you a very important announcement. Fabilar Companies have informed us that there had been a very critical mistake in their distribution of the flu vaccine. It appears that people whom have got their vaccines are dying and then coming back to life. The people injected are dying approximately 24 to 36 hours after injection.

If you got your vaccine, please report to the nearest hospital for assistance. I repeat, if you received your flu vaccine please report to the nearest hospital. Now, we return you to your…what are you doing? Sir, you’re supposed to be behind the camera. Sir you can’t be up here, we’re filming live. No, stop get away from me! Aaahhhhh, it’s biting me! Somebody help me! Shut the fucking cameras off and save me! Oh my God! They’re infected! They’re all fucking infected! No, no please! Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[perfectoutliness]

tag thing

I was tagged by @way-beyond-wildest-imaginations   Thanks girl <3

What’s your favourite musical? The only one I’ve ever seen is Mamma Mia lmao

How do you get to sleep? Usually I fall asleep straight away when I go to bed,if I can’t I’ll read or go on my phone for a bit

What happened at the last party you went to? Nothing really we all just hung out haha it was pretty standard

Have you ever smoked a cigarette?

Yes quite a few times

What’s your hair like at this present moment? It’s just in a plain braid down my back

Are you more comfortable sitting or lying down? Depends but probably sitting in a big comfortable chair

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen? I remember when we were kids our teacher made us watch “How to train your dragon” and I remember trying to think of an excuse to leave bc I had never been so bored ahahah

Are you and untidy person? Not really, I’m not super tidy but I’m not messy either. A happy medium I guess?

Have you ever been a fan of*NSYNC? God no...

Do you watch a lot of Television? No I’ve only watched like 2 series all the way through

Do you think you’re fat sometimes? Yes quite often haha

Do you like to flex your muscles? Not really? Is that something people do to entertain themselves lmao?

Do you think you’ll ever get plastic surgery? No I doubt it

Have you ever completely misunderstood what someone was saying? Literally at least once a day 

Favourite kind of cake? Chocolate,just a small bit though or else it’s really sickly

Was it a boy or girl to text you last? A boy

Name something you are doing tomorrow? Nothing much it’s my last day before school ew so I’ll just relax,sleep in, play guitar and maybe meet a friend

Do you sleep on your stomach? Nope

Where are you going to be at 4PM tomorrow? At home probably

Last time you saw fireworks, with whom&where? Last Halloween,with my best friend at our neighbours house hah

Are you missing someone? Not really

Do you like horror or comedy? Either? I don’t enjoy movies anyways so idc

Who did you last share a taxi with? My parents

Dogs or cats? Both I love them so much ahhh how can you not

What were you doing at 12 this afternoon? On my way to Dublin with my cousin

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? Doubt it lmao

What’s your favourite season? Why? Autumn and Winter by far because the time of year and weather is just perfect and I hate summer

When was the last time you did something you knew was wrong? I don’t remember

Did you have any unread messages when you woke up this morning? Yeah mostly just snapchat streaks

Who was the last person you hugged? My cousin

When was the last time you cried? Literally like 30 seconds ago bc I pulled a muscle in my back earlier and I’m in some serious pain rn 

Who was driving the last time you were in a car? My cousin

Does any part of your body hurt right now? My back,alot, and my fingers because I have a terrible habit of biting the skin around my nails until they’re raw and bleeding

Do you like your bed? Yeah I like it but its kinda small

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I hope not?

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? Both about a half hour ago

Do you ever want to know which person you are going to marry? Probably not(if I ever get married lmao)

How much cash do you have on you? €0

Are you tanned? No there isn’t really enough sun in Ireland to get tanned but my face does get kinda tanned when it is sunny

Did you get any compliments today? Yes from some of my babess on here on a selfie I posted earlier and they made my life

Have you ever gone to court? Nope

Do you get jealous easily? Sometimes,not as much as I used to

Would you ever want to swim with the sharks? If I got the chance ,yes

What are you going to do do on saturday? Don’t have any plans yet

What is in your back pocket? There are no pockets on my pjs lol

What were you doing at 3AM this morning? Sleeping

What do you usually do first in the morning? Open the window

Are you good at math? Yeah I’m ok

Any plans for friday night? Nah I’ll prob just go to one of my friends houses

Do you have a little crush on someone? Nope

How old is the last person you kissed? 17

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Idk haha we were camping on an island with our class and we went for a walk together and just did lmao why not

I’m not gonna tag anyone bc I’m too lazy :’)

[havsgast]

okay so @darklordtomarry tagged me in a thing

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have all together). see if there’s any patterns. then, tag your favourite authours.

so... i’m tagging @percysweetheart because we all know i love your writing

anyway, have some first lines paragraphs from unposted fics

1. Definitions and cages (harrymort)

Stockholm Syndrome [definition; noun]      an emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage as a result of continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival

Hostage [definition, noun]      Archaic. a security or pledge

Dependence [definition; noun]      the state of relying on or needing someone or something for aid, support, or the like

Survival [definition, noun]      the act or fact of surviving, especially under adverse or unusual circumstances

Unusual Circumstances [definition]      having part of your soul connected to that of a child prophesized to kill you

--

The man that had risen out of the melting cauldron was an impostor.

Impostor [definition, noun]      a person who practices deception under an assumed character, identity, or name

author’s comment bc why not: what i’m currently procrastinating to write on. also everyone will hate me because i love definitions

2. The Phoenix Experiment (tomarry)

The Phoenix Law Experiment: How does a relationship form between two alike subjects who are introduced to a new environment at the same day and time?

Experiment practitioner: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Test subjects: Harry James Potter (25) and Tom Marvolo Riddle (27)

Day 1: Introduction to new environment (September 1st, Thursday, 8:15 am)

“And this is where you’ll be working. Mr Potter, Mr Riddle, welcome to Phoenix Law.”

“Thank you,-”

“-Albus.” / “-Mr Dumbledore.”

“Play nice, gentlemen. Remember, we’re working together for the greater good. Now, goodbye and good luck.”

“Thanks.”

author’s comment again: once upon a time i thought it’d be cool to write a fic without any descriptions at all, but i’m considering rewriting it to make sense

3. The Girl-Who-Disappeared (tomarry/harrymort)

One-year old Claire Lily Potter looked on with big, hazel eyes as her mother stood in front of her cot; with arms spread wide and back straight her mother made for an impressive sight. Claire’s unruly black hair softened to the dark red shade of her mother’s.

“Not Claire, not Claire, please not Claire!” Lily Evans Potter begged at the cloaked stranger.

“Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now…”

Curious about what was happening, Claire stood up in her cot. She looked towards the white wand that the stranger was holding. Would it make colourful smoke as her father’s wand did earlier?

“Not Claire, please no, take me, kill me instead-”

“This is my last warning-”

“Not Claire! Please… have mercy… have mercy… Not Claire! Not Claire! Please- I’ll do anything-”

“Stand aside- stand aside, girl-”

Claire looked on as a pretty green light filled the room. Her eyes were quick to mirror it, an unconscious decision fueled by her innocent fascination. She turned her eyes to the stranger that had stepped closer to her cot; her mother was no longer standing in front of it. Had her mother left? Oh, her mother was on the floor. Maybe the green light had made mother fall asleep? She stared up at the stranger again. The wand was pointed at her face.

“Avada Kedavra!”

At the exact moment that the spell hit her, Claire blinked. The world turned dark. She cried as the roof fell down around her. The sowilo-shaped scar on her forehead knotted itself together when she cried harder because of the pain.

another author’s comment: it’s not hetero. i love my transgender son harry potter. also i should continue writing this....

4. Perception (tomarry/harrymort)

The summer holiday had started only a week ago, and Petunia Dursley was already having trouble entertaining her son Dudley. As a result, they were taking the train into London for the day. To Petunia’s displeasure, their neighbour Mrs Figg was away at the veterinary with one of her many filthy cats; resulting in Petunia having to bring her nephew along. Dudley was making his own displeasure known loudly as Petunia tried to placate him with promises of new games, ice cream, and watching a movie at the cinema.

Harry Potter, the unwanted nephew of Petunia, was watching as the scenery sped past them. He could hear his cousin Dudley throwing a fit in the background, and wisely tried his best to shut out the sound. It was his first time on the train and he wanted to enjoy it. Harry still felt beyond lucky that Petunia thought bringing him with them was the lesser of two evils, although he should feel insulted that his aunt did not trust him to be home alone. He had long since stopped being offended by anything his relatives called him and had accepted that they thought that they were in the right. The easiest road to survival was to agree with the ones giving him a room and food - even if the room was a cupboard and the food was scarce.

author’s comment once more: MY CANNIBAL!HARRY AU THAT I LOVE WITH MY WHOLE HEART

5. Nyctophilia (hedric/tomarry)

One of the first warnings that parents gave their children was to not be alone outside after darkness falls. They told horror stories about the monsters that awaited nightfall, the monsters that ate lost children. As with all stories, they held a grain of truth. As with all stories, the children grew up to disregard them.

Harry loved the darkness. Xe found comfort in it, a safety that the daylight didn’t have. The air was crisper during nighttime, and the starlight didn’t judge as harshly as the sun. Most nights, xe climbed through xyr window and up on the roof. Harry spent those night laid on xyr back as xe stargazed. Xyr parents were less happy about it. Way less happy about it.

“Hadrian!” xyr mother yelled at xem through xyr bedroom window. “You need to come back inside! It’s dark!”

“Soon!” Harry yelled back. Xe had barely been outside for an hour, and the sun had just disappeared behind the horizon completely. The sky was turning from pink and purples to black. Xe didn’t want to go in at all, but xyr mother could be just as stubborn as xe could be, if not more so.

“Now!” she demanded. Harry could picture the worried frown on her face, and with an annoyed sigh xe decided to give in. Xe could always climb out again in a hour, after xyr parents had gone to bed. Xe had done it before. It was a bit of a task as xe barely reached 155 cm, but xe had a lot of determination. With practiced movements, xe climbed back inside through the window. Xyr mother looked at xem, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Hadrian, how many times do I need to tell you? The monsters will get you one of these nights.” she berated xem.

author’s comment (don’t you just love these?): this fic is literally everything because it has so much like... HARRY USING XE/XEM/XYR PRONOUNS AND MULTIPLE NAMES BECAUSE XE IS GENDERFLUX (this ties in with my experience as genderfluid and changing names more often than pronouns)

6. My heart is underwater (enjoltaire? enjolferretaire? i can’t remember)

Dragons soared in the sky above him, and his mother was among them. Grantaire craned his neck and squeaked, trying to capture her attention. He hadn’t eaten in days because she had been gone, and he didn’t yet know how to hunt on his own.

He was young, not for a human but for a dragon. Just a hatchling, who had yet to get used to his limbs. His eyes were open and he knew how to call for his mother, but any other abilities had yet to come.

It was then, while he was waiting for food, that he heard them. The ancient ones, the dragons that had lived since the beginning of time. They were whispering. He heard their voices in his head, whispers that sounded like stories. They talked about soulmates and destinies that had to be fulfilled. Grantaire listened, wary of the ancients’ tales.

author’s comment: i’m still les mis trash okay, i fully intend to get back to my les mis wips one day

7. You’re beautiful, I’m afraid (enjoltaire)

August 28, 2015. Friday.

Ugly. Disgusting. Fat. Unworthy.

The words echoes in his head. They started to in elementary school, and follows him since then. He goes to university now, and there are no longer any classmates that shouts at his back, but the words have left permanent scars. He can never forget them, and why would he? They are true.

Grantaire drags a hand through his hair, his fingers getting stuck in the unwashed curls. Had he dared look in a mirror, he would have seen a malnourished boy with big hair and scars. As it was, all his mirrors had been covered since he hit puberty. When he looked down on himself, he only saw a pudgy stomach, fat thighs, too hairy legs, and dark skin full of blemishes.

author’s comment: honestly this one is very important to me

[botnika1]

150 Funny and Witty Answers to the Question "How Are You?" 1. Somewhere between better and best. 2. All the better now that you asked. 3. I'm still sucking air. 4. I love you. (This is a good response to catch them off-guard and fluster them.) 5. I feel much better now that you are with me. 6. At minding my own business? Better than most people. 7. I am as happy as a tick on a big, fat dog. 8. Somewhere between blah and meh. 9. Armed and ready! 10. My lawyer says I don’t have to answer that question. 11.What do you want? (Hahaha. This might across as rude especially that you are assuming that they’re greeting you because they need something from you.) 12. I’ve been going through some crests and troughs in my life. Is everything stable at your end? 13. Better than nothing. 14. Well, I'm still alive. 15. “Could be better," then pause and continue with "Could be worse." 16. Like you, but better. 17. I could really go for a massage. 18. They told me you would ask me that. 19. Do you really care? 20. I’m all set up for the end of the world. 21. I'd say I'm a [insert number here] out of 10. 22. I was fine until you asked. 23. If I were doing any better, I'd have to hire you to enjoy it with me. 24. As fine as the maiden’s flaxen hair. 25. Oh stop it, you. (Say it like you’re receiving a compliment even though you are actually not. LOL 26. Overworked and underpaid. 27. Nothing much. (This is one of the most basic reply. It is very overused that it comes across as really funny whenever you hear it.) 28. I don't know, you tell me. How am I right now? 29. Navigating through the twists and turns of life. I hope yours is a straight road. 30. Can't complain. Nobody listens to me anyway. 31. Good enough. (This one will definitely keep them guessing.) 32. I’ll let you know when I figure it all out. 33. If I were any better, I'd be you. 34. Quite how, thank you. (This makes no sense, but funny.) 35. Not so well, does it bother you? 36. Nice and dandy like cotton candy. (Dandy rhymes with cotton candy!) 37. Do you want an honest answer or the answer you were expecting? 38. Hunting some dragons, you? 39. Average. Not terrific, not terrible, just average. 40. If I were any better, I'd be illegal. 41. So far, so good! 42. How dare you! (If you don’t have an immediate reply in mind, just say this automatically. LOL) 43. I'm vertical and breathing. 44. I’m better now that I'm talking to you. 45. Well, I haven't had my morning coffee yet and no one has gotten hurt, so I'd say "pretty good" at this point in time. 46. Different day. Same existence. 47. Trying to get on with life. Thanks. What about you? 48. I have been doing well. However, that is unless the weather has different plans in store. 49. Maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to find out. 50. Trying not to burst into tears. I get an “A” for effort, right 51. I have no way of knowing. 52. Yes. (Woah there, it looks like you weren’t paying attention.) 53. Living a dream. Please don't wake me up. 54. *speaks gibberish* 55. Your attempt at social interaction is hereby acknowledged. 56. Dying. 57. Happy and content, thank you. 58. Just hug me and leave it at that. 59. Compared to who? 60. Well enough to chat with you if you wish to. 61. Going is great. Hope this status quo persists for rest of the day. 62.Do I have to answer? 63. Physically? Mentally? Spiritually? Socioeconomically? Financially? I'm not sure how to answer that!?! 64. Strange, and getting stranger. 65.Not so good, but I plan on lying at my press conference. 66. If I had a tail, I would wag it. 67. I've heard various opinions, what's yours?" 68.How am I...what? 69. Thank you for asking, though you can judge yourself. 70. Why do you ask, are you a doctor? 71. Word on the street is that I'm really good. 72. My psychiatrist told me not to discuss it with strangers. 73. Rolling with the punches. 74. Medium Well. (What are you, a steak?) 75. All right so far, but there's still time for everything to go horribly wrong. (Ah, the forever pessimist.) 76. I'm sure you have that information on your screen. 77. Will you give me money if I tell you? 78. Doing good unless you have an air borne disease and infect me with some pathogens. 79. I'm pretty standard right now. 80. I can't complain! It's against the Company Policy. 81. I'm better than I was, but not nearly as good as I'm going to be. 82. I think I'm doing OK. How do you think I'm doing? 83. I can’t complain, but sometimes I still do. 84. Living the dream! 85. WHY!? WHAT ARE THEY SAYING ABOUT ME? (Hahaha! Way to act suspicious of everything!) 86. I'm taking over the world. 87. Well, there’s plenty of room for improvement! 88. Doing good unless you have intentions of shooting me. 89. Better than some, not as good as others. 90.I promised myself I would kill the next person who asked me that question, but I like you so I will let you live. 91. Incredibly handsome (or beautiful). 92."I'm doing really well" then pause and say "Of course, that could be my anti-depressants prescription talking." 93. I am blessed! 94. Way better than I deserve! 95. Oh, you know... every day is better than the next. 96. Shhh...It's too early to tell. 97. I dunno...is it Friday yet? 98.I don’t feel that great but my hair looks awesome, right? 99. I have a pulse. Therefore, I must be OK. 100. Not today, Satan! 101. In order to answer the question, I need to take you back about 10 years. Do you have a moment? 102. Living a life of denial and suppressed rage. 103. Slowly but surely dying. 104. Fair to partly cloudy. 105. "Hey look over there!" *punches person quick in the throat* (Remember kids, do not try this at home.) 106. Groovy! 107. Well, I've got this rash on my left butt... (Way to make the conversation a bit awkward!) 108. Not bad. Could be better. Could be payday. 109. I'm better on the inside than I look on the outside 110. Okay. I'd be better if you asked me out. 111. Okay, since my name wasn't in today's obituaries, that means... 112. Oh terrible, but I'm used to it. (I feel you, friend.) 113. What's with all the questions? You a cop? 114. As opposed to what? 115. Sunshine all day long! 116. You go first so we can compare. 117. I'm not sure yet. 118. Living the dream but half the time it's a nightmare. 119. Not quite there yet. (Where is there?) 120. Dangerously close to fabulous. 121. You're lookin' at it. 122. Real terrible, thanks for asking. 123. I am high quality. 124. The doctor said I'd live. 125. Great, stellar, fantastic, but dead inside. 126. I’m trying really hard to avoid ambiguous questions at the moment. 127. Wondering how you are. 128. How do you think I am? 129. I’ll leave that up to your imagination. 130. Secret. 131. Do you want the short version, or the long version? 132. I would be lying if I said I’m fine. 133. I’m pretty sure I am not obligated to tell you. 134. I’m ready for a nap. (I’m sure you do.) 135. I’m surviving, I guess. 136. Not as good as you. 137. Holy sh*t, you can see me?! (This never fails in bringing on the chuckles.) 138. In need of some peace and quiet. 139. Under renovation. 140. Remembering to stay patient. 141. I'm sober! (Congratulations!) 142. On a scale of one to punching someone in the face. 143. I'm keeping up with dancing to the rhythm of life. 144. Imagining myself having a fabulous vacation. 145. Horrible now that I've met you. 146. You do not want to know. 147. *just stare* 148. That is a really wonderful question. Ummm... 149. Happy and you know it. *clap your hands* 150. Next question, please.