#especially starman

[wikitpowers]

whenever i get sad i think about the fact that magnus sings songs to max and rafe to help them sleep and his favs are starman by bowie and bicycle by queen and let's just say instantly cured <3

[frozenhi-chews]

I know for a fact Starlo would've loved that poem of the two-headed calf. Probably would end up sobbing about it too

[kimasousparky]

i am a mario fan of the 00s. i grew up with these plumbers since i was a little kid and consumed many types of media across the years. every time i hear "Power Star" in mario context, i either think of super mario 64 (or any mario game with them as collectables) or the sprite animation series by d-sun

[pyjamaart]

megaman 5 brainrot (featuring acidman)

[ufonaut]

Shut up and go home, Mike -- you bother me -- I’ve got to figure out what this clue means.

Ted Knight in Adventure Comics (1938) #78

(Alfred Bester, Jack Burnley)

[bandzboy]

watching hongjoong on lee mujin's service and it's like... i've heard him sing before but this is a totally different side of his voice that i've never seen i'm truly so amazed at how talented he is

[estrellami-1]

First Cuts

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Okay,” Robin says, walking into the living room with her hands on her hips. “What the fuck was that cryptic message about?”

Steve sends a tired, judgmental look Eddie’s way. “What did you say?”

Eddie grins happily. “That she needed to come over.”

“Yes, and then refused to give me any more details, you asshole,” Robin hisses, poking his chest as she walks past to sit next to Steve on the couch. “What’s going on, babes?”

Steve takes a breath, glances at Eddie—who nods encouragingly—then looks back to Robin. “So… I impulsively did something a little bit ago that I didn’t think would pan out.”

Robin raises a brow. “It’s panning out?”

He bites his lip. “It is. And I’m… I’m really excited, Robs, in a way I didn’t think I would be, especially about something like this.”

“Okay. Well know first of all that anything that has you this excited already has me excited too and I support you one hundred percent.”

Steve giggles. “Thanks, Robbie.”

“So what’s the something like this you mentioned?”

Steve bites his lip again, wiggles on the couch. “School.”

Robin’s brows hit her hairline. “You applied?”

“I did.”

“And got accepted?”

“I did!”

“Holy shit, Steve!” Robin yells, jumping off the couch, grabbing his hands and jumping around. “I’m so freaking proud of you! I knew you could!”

Steve giggles again and pulls her into a hug. “Thanks, Robbie. But it’s more, uh, about the kind of school I got into.”

Robin blinks and frowns. “Okay.”

“It’s…” he looks down. “I’m, uh. Kinda embarrassed to say it, actually?”

“Oh, Stevie,” Robin murmurs, climbing into his lap to pull him into a hug. “You never have to be embarrassed with me, okay?” She says, before pulling back to place his face between her palms. “We literally saw each other at our lowest. We have no embarrassing parts anymore. Okay?”

“Got it,” Steve says, slightly muffled from her hands still clutching his cheeks. She lets go, and he smiles. “I applied to a cosmetology school. I wanna do hair.”

Robin’s silent for a few moments before, “Holy shit, Stevie!” She jumps up from the couch. “Can you practice on me? Please?” She gasps, “are you gonna learn how to do colors?”

“Uh,” Steve laughs, “Yeah, probably.”

She dances around his living room, uncaring of how ridiculous she looks. “This is gonna be so good for you! You’re gonna do so good! I mean you already know everything, and you’re such a natural, and you like it, and I’m so excited for you!”

Steve giggles again, grabbing her hand as she’s passing by to pull her into a quick, tight hug. “Thanks, Robbie.”

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[wallylinda]

@kirbydots can i have your hand in marriage

the jsa are so criminally underused. i want an entire series dedicated to how inescapable the past is STAT.

[ahqkas]

♯ REMUS LUPIN masterlist !

❛ 🐺 ━ personal favorite

❛ 📰 ━ fluff

❛ 🪦 ━ angst

❛ 🎧 ━ suggestive

! ONE SHOTS ౨ৎ

i. starman — during a snowy holiday at the potter residence, remus finds himself caught between the matchmaking ideas of his two best friends and his growing feelings for you ( 🐺 📰 )

ii. puppy princess — every gift of yours is something remus tends to cherish, especially your love for creating from nothing ( 📰 )

! BLURBS ౨ৎ

i. remus with a lover who faints a lot

[veenus777]

◜Dadbur Headcanons◞

┊ ᝰ﹕Fluff, SFW, mention of divorce

┊ ᝰ﹕Part Two of Dadbur, send me suggestions and asks for the next ones <3

♧ ok, imagine a mini wilbur with curly hair and a snub nose, well that's your son.

♤ At first Will would be absolutely terrified, he didn't have the best parents in the world so he was afraid of being the same for his son.

♧ This man tries so hard! he didn't want to fall into that stereotype where only mothers really take care of their children, so he'll be there to change their diapers and give them bottles, waking up in the middle of the night to get them back to sleep. He knows how stressful and tiring this is for you, so he does everything in his power to make it easier.

♤ Lullabies but not children's ones, he would play Bowie like Starman and Space Oddity, Beutiful boy would definitely be in the repertoire and he would change the gender if it was a girl.

♧ He would spoil his son a lot, with clothes and toys, and he often buys things that are definitely not for his son's age but always ends up saying "he will use them in the future".

♤ He wouldn't post photos of his child, just one or two that don't show his face, he doesn't like this type of exposure on the Internet, especially with his son.

♧ When the child grew up and had some kind of interest in appearing, he would agree, but nothing excessive, just a few appearances on streams or things like that.

♤ As soon as he reaches a certain age, Will would like him to be at his shows even if it's with ear protection headphones.

♧ If he won a prize he would promptly dedicate it to you and your son.

♤ Possibly the baby would appear in some Lovejoy music videos (when he was old enough).

♧ Would you create a family day that happens every week, where you both take time off from work just to spend time with your child outdoors having picnics, trips to the beach, going to amusement parks and things like that.

♤ You would also have a game night, with a good pizza and board games or video games, sometimes you also invite your friends to participate.

♧ Another family tradition is to always have dinner together and talk about your day and plans for the next one, you also like to cook dinner together it's always a lot of fun.

♤ You also always travel on vacation to different countries, you want your child to get to know different cultures and experiences.

♧ Trips to Disney with Uncle Tommy are definitely your child's favorite.

♤ Once a week Phil and Krist babysit for a romantic parental date.

♧ Will would definitely cry on the first day of school, I see this man coming home and checking his watch every 5 minutes to see what time he will have his son back.

♤ As a first-time father he would also despair at any slightest sign that his child is falling ill.

♧ I can easily see Will, Tommy and Charlie dressed up like princesses and made up for tea time, and they would absolutely love that.

♤ He goes to put the baby to sleep and ends up sleeping in his place>>>>

♧ I think during pregnancy with his first child he would be extremely nervous but after that he would definitely want more children.

♤ I think he would like two or three, nothing too big but not small.

♧ He would be in favor of positive and non-aggressive parenting with his children, he would also be a great supporter of all of his children's choices.

♤ He would also be in favor of teaching his children to be independent with things like handling money, knowing how to cook, having responsibilities and things like that.

♧ When he was on tour with Lovejoy I feel like they would have two options, the first is that if your children are young and not studying yet he would try to convince you to go along with him, but if the children are not so young anymore he you would just feel really bad about leaving them and wonder if you are being a bad father.

♤ In the second option he would make a point of calling all the time, at least two calls a day, he would also buy gifts and things from every country or city he visited, collectibles like postcards or key chains.

♧ He would have lots of photos of his children, some funny ones with just them sleeping, and his lock screen would be a photo of his loved one next to his children.

♤ Even if you separated he would be a good father, he would try to solve all your problems so that it doesn't affect the children and they have a good co-parenting.

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[elderwisp]

OC QUESTIONNAIRE ft Rowan Barrera

tagged by @vicciouxs and @living-undead thank you so much!

00 ★ PINBOARD AND PLAYLIST

Not apart of the tag but i wanted to share his playlist and pinboard as well!

01 ★ NAME

Rowan Barrera

02 ★ NICKNAMES

Atlas likes to call him Spaceman or Starman

03 ★ GENDER

Male (he/him)

04 ★ STAR SIGN

Scorpio ♏︎

05 ★ HEIGHT

6'2" (188cm)

06 ★ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY

Mexicano ESOOOO!

07 ★ FAVORITE FRUIT

Watermelon and peaches

08 ★ FAVORITE SEASON

He adores fall as it is close to his birthday and the chill in the weather is nice

09 ★ FAVORITE FLOWER

Atropa belladonna... also known as nightshade

10 ★ FAVORITE SCENT

Loves the smell of classy perfumes/colognes, the smell that comes after it rains, and the smell of smoke from a bonfire

11 ★ COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE?

None, he prefers energy drinks especially if they're blended

12 ★ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP

Five, enough to not miss out on what's happening but also plenty so he doesn't crash

13 ★ DOGS OR CATS?

Dogs! He likes Cane Corsos or Dobermans!

14 ★ DREAM TRIP

Anything with a beach, his parents usually plan a lot of vacations so the term dream trip is typically reality for him

15 ★ NUMBER OF BLANKETS

A nice fluffy duvet! although it eventually makes it's way to the floor

16 ★ RANDOM FACT

Rowan used to be in a lot of sports such as soccer. Really competitive guy so he would always make sure the team would win a majority of matches or be suuuuuper bummed out over losing. However once going into high school he dropped that hobby as his interests grew elsewhere.

★ TAGS: @lynzishell @hannahssimblr @youredreamingofroo @gvaudoiin-tricou @sirianasims

@earthmoonz @acidheaddd @dejasenti99 @daniigh0ul @pralinesims

[kazucee]

★ JAMES POTTER ISN'T DENSE ! he just needed some time to figure things out, he was pretty good at reading the mood of the room and could easily tell when someone wasn't feeling like themselves. Figuring out the source of that however is a whole different story. Especially when it involves his bestest friends ever revealing that their friendship was something a little more than that.

In which something was going on between Remus and Sirius and James would be damned if he was going to be kept out of the loop. Pairings: small mentions of wolfstar !

it's a James Potter centric pov ! [wc: 1.5k]

This was bound to happen eventually.

The sheets felt too constricting, the dorm felt too hot and his clothes clung onto him in a way that made him feel sticky and unclean. Raven locks messily tumbled down his shoulder, unbrushed and unkept, yet despite all of these minor annoyances Sirius Black still looked gorgeous. Even the blind could notice it, the way the young man had a certain aura to him, he lit up every room with that infectious and honey glazed smile of his.

However, James had noticed something peculiar about this self proclaimed starman during the past weeks. He had gotten more quiet, reserved, as if the usual sunshine got eclipsed by the moon. He found it quite strange, his partner in crime was never one for being in such a slump. Usually he was dramatic when it came to measly things but that was often done in a satirical way. This slump seemed... genuine.

Despite the nonstop pestering of the quidditch captain, Sirius didn't seem to budge. The other had a knack for making it seem like everything was fine and dandy with him, James knew better. He wasn't the brightest in the class, no, that was Evans (in his personal non biased opinion) or Remus. He saw movement across the room, the subtle sound of footsteps on the floor and the door creaking open with its old hinges. The Casanova had arrived in the common room, the crackling warmth of the fire casting a soft orange tinted glow towards his serious face. James wasn't the brightest in the class but he had noticed it. The subtle shift of Sirius' gaze from the new presence to the carpeted floor—as if it was the most interesting puzzle the other had ever encountered. He had noticed the way Remus threw a haphazard glance towards the ebony haired male as if he was the interesting puzzle Remus was trying to piece together.

James lets out a cough which warranted both their attentions, his ever present mischief laced grin plastered on as he greeted the two “it's a good day for another prank isn't it?” For once, like the two had switched bodies and souls, Sirius casted him a bemused stare whilst Remus actually seemed more on board. This crazy switch up almost left him whiplashed. Was it because the taller male wanted an exit from this room or was it the crazy tension that no one else besides James seemed to notice (they could be just ignoring it, pretending as if it didn't exist). James found it amusing, granted the amount of times Remus would call him out for being dense he could easily tell that something was amiss with his two best pals. His Buddies, Compadres, Amigos, weren't exactly acting all that. Right now any one with two eyes (James has four, maybe that's why he could see it better) could describe their demeanours as something akin to two school girls who had just gotten asked out by their crushes. Which to put it frankly in James’ mind was quite…impossible.

Remus had excused himself from the room, James assumed it was to get changed. Remus John Lupin could be described as a silent person, he prefers chocolate as long as he's not sharing it, books as long as it's quiet and no one's disturbing him, and in those rare cases teaching as long as the student kept his or her mouth shut and didn't ask questions. Remus was simple but complex at the exact same time, he hates when they call him moony but James swears he sees a sliver of a smile whenever he hears the nickname. Sirius on the other hand was complex, but not hard to figure out once you get to know him. He liked the attention be it good or bad, he liked grinning that grin of his because he knows better than anyone that he infact is the most eligible bachelor this school has seen, he claims that he hates school work but he always hounds on Remus to help him with his Divination work, he claims that he's perfectly fine and that nothing could chip that impenetrable armor of his but James could see the small cracks.

“James” He looked up when he heard Sirius’ voice call out to him, his brows furrowing because—Sirius didn't usually sound like that, he'd sound confident, suave, charming. Right now his tone carried the musings of a little boy who wanted to confess something to his parent. Did he break something? James wondered and before Sirius could get a word in he immediately spouted out “whatever you did I forgive you”

Sirius’ expression was an amusing thing to observe, his face pretty much says it all whenever he's mad or happy or annoyed or so close to punching you in the face, one glance at that stupid face of his and you could tell which one you’re dealing with (the punch had hurt, James knew he should've ducked.) Right now he felt that ducking was probably the right course if action. Sirius had his brows scrunched in faint confusion and irritation.

“I didn't do anything” He scoffed before chucking a pillow his way, he ducked, his instincts where never wrong. Sirius leaned back against the couch crossing his arms, James felt a little silly, waiting for the other to tell him what exactly was going on. He didn't like being kept out of the loop, especially when it came to Sirius. They were best friends? Heck the best friends even. They shared everything with each other saved for toothbrushes Sirius warned that he'd curse him if he even thought about it.

“What is it then?” He proded because he can't take this silence anymore because he's sure that something was going on between him and the person who had just reentered the common room with a cozy sweater and a book tucked at his side. Sirius went nonverbal again and refused to look Remus’ way and in return Remus made it a point to sit beside the other, flipping open his book and reading casually. His brow couldn't have gone higher, Sirius was tense, Remus was reading and James was completely and utterly muddled.

After a small minute of, who can keep quiet and be oblivious the longest, He cracked. “What in Merlin's beard is going on with the two of you?” His voice cracked at the end but he couldn't be embarrassed when Sirius looked as if James had told him that his mother was coming to visit and Remus spared him a bemused glance but James saw how his hold tightened slightly on the spine of the book he was reading—wait, was it upside down?

“Don't make me start guessing because I swear you won't like where it'll end.” He continued making it a point to stand and march towards the two boys his socked feet pattering against the carpeted floor. He dare spare a glance at Sirius who looked as if he was going to land a spell on him then at Remus who tried to discreetly turn the book right side up but got caught mid turn. When both didn't respond he made a frustrated noise that could be placed between a groan and tired sigh.

“you both saw Minnie in her undergarments” That drew an appalled sound from Sirius and a grimance from Remus. “Thanks for that image Prongs.” The latter muttered as he massaged the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “That's not even the worse thing I thought of, If you two won't spit it out I fear I might actually die because of it. Perish. I won't become the best captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team and we won't win the house cup, do you really want that on your conscience?” He drags an exasperated hand through his messy locks. “Always the one for dramatics aren't you Potter?” Sirius sneered, crossing his arms and legs in that prissy heir to the black empire way.

“You both going to tell me or do I have to steal some Veritaserum and spike your drinks?” That earned an amused snort from Remus which made his left eye twitch in visible irritation. He glanced between the two, for the first time this slow paced evening Sirius actually looks Remus in the eyes, no not on his sweater collar or that mole on his jaw, his eyes. James could feel his body deflating in slight relief, that was something at least. After another round of silence (to James' delight) and both of them communicating via their telepathic brainwaves or something along those lines. He focused on Sirius, the way those stormy eyes went from pleading to acceptance then finally settled on nonchalance. Remus piped up a moment later. His voice was crisp, clear and tainted with slight hesitancy and honestly it made James straighten his spine a bit.

“We’re dating Prongs.”

Oh.

There were a lot of moments in his life where he felt like the stupidest man in the room, this was number one.

a/n: goodness it's been so long since I've written anything like this (last time being on Wattpad, like 6 years ago) but this has been sitting on my Tumblr drafts for so long it's been killing me inside everytime I open this damn app. Anyways first fic? And it's wolfstar (ish) ? It's James Potter centric because I love that man with all my heart and I live for the 'him being dense asf when it comes to wolfstar' agenda. This wasn't proofread in any way—i wrote and I just went with it so I'm sorry if it's all over the place and if the writing doesn't make any sense TT. Be kind is all I ask, I just wanted to write James and his inner monologues. No idea if I'll ever post another fic but I do have a drafted Solangelo one hehe (sorry for the ramble !! Enjoy your days~)

The characters are from JK. Rowling's world, I don't associate myself with the author. © All rights reserved

𐙚 Reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated !

[isfjmel-phleg]

Grant Emerson becomes for all intents and purposes a bomb because of a bomb. Long before he was even thought of, his father, Al Pratt, was exposed to components of the in-progress atom bomb.

Story time!

During the 1940s (the Golden Age), every American superhero ("mystery men," as they were then called) were organized by the government into the All-Star Squadron to work together for the war effort. Al Pratt (the Atom) was one of these. One of the foes that he and his colleagues fought was Cyclotron, originally a scientist named Terry Kurtzberger who had been exposed by a supervillain to radiation which gave him powers that made him a useful pawn. He and Al end up fighting one-on-one, and the "atomic energy" that Kurtzberger is radiating gets passed to Al (much to Kurtzberger's alarm--he may be forced to work for a villain, but he's not eager to cause senseless harm).

(All-Star Squadron Annual #2)

Cyclotron later sacrifices himself to destroy the villain, leaving behind his infant daughter. Al and his teammate Firebrand, who was once engaged to Kurtzberger, feel responsible for the girl and become her guardians.

Al spends some time in the hospital after collapsing from the effects of the radiation but is released when there doesn't seem to be a lingering problem. His teammate Doctor Mid-Nite speculates that there's still a chance of further effects emerging in the long term, but Al brushes this off.

And then...several years later, he and his teammate Starman go to Los Alamos, site of the Manhattan Project. They meet up with Robert Oppenheimer, whom Starman in his civilian identity as Ted Knight has worked with before. The mystery men are there to stop a villain who stole fissionable material and is producing a radioactive sandstorm that's getting out of hand, killing anyone in its path. The plan is to shoot the villain with uranium. Starman volunteers; his powers will protect him.

Al, by the way, despite being a mystery man, has no actual powers, just impressive but ordinarily human strength and determination. He has always struggled with feelings of inferiority, and working alongside so many people with amazing powers has compounded his sense of uselessness. He can't do anything on this mission, and it hurts. Especially when Ted tells him to send "one of our heavy hitters--Green Lantern or Wonder Woman" if things go wrong.

(Adventure Comics 1999 #1)

And things do go wrong. Al's immediate instinct is not to contact a teammate but plunge into the danger himself.

But as he runs into the sandstorm, he realizes the extent of the danger and how ill-equipped he is to handle it. He is powerless, insignificant, and he's sure he's going to die unmarried and childless and forgotten.

He stumbles across the horrific sight of soldiers dying of radiation poisoning, and there's nothing he can do for them.

In the sight of all this death, Al accepts that he will be next and offers a prayer of gratitude to the God he's sure he's about to meet.

And he reflects on his life--anger, self-loathing, but also kindness, hard work, self-discipline, acceptance, community. He is a true hero. But it's still not enough to stave off his sense of unworthiness.

He finally catches up to Starman, who is injured but surviving because of his gravity rod, and starts to wonder why he himself is still alive. But Al's a man of instinct more than analysis, and he brushes aside the question to concentrate on the task at hand.

His plan is to take up Starman's failed task and sacrifice himself doing it. He accepts this. He will die a hero, which is all he has ever wanted.

It works! The uranium creates an enormous explosion.

Starman comes to in the aftermath and searches for Al's body. He thinks it has probably vaporized, but he feels that he owes this to his friend.

And he does find Al out in the desert, his costume utterly destroyed--but still alive. Ted wraps him in his cape and brings him back to the base.

Al has figured out what kept him alive: the radiation from the fight with Cyclotron. The foe who passed on his personal curse and gave his life to prevent it from going any further turned out to have saved Al's life years after his death.

To honor this memory, Al replaces his destroyed costume with a new one that pays homage to Cyclotron's costume.

(Adventure Comics 1999 #1 / All-Star Comics 1999 #2)

And not long afterward he discovers that his exposure to the explosion has had a lingering effect: he has developed an "atomic punch." His wish for powers to equalize him with his teammates has been fulfilled, and he is moved to tears.

And then it will turn out that Kurtzberger's daughter has a son who develops powers from the radiation his mother was exposed to--Albert Rothstein, Al's (honorary) godson, who becomes the hero Atom-Smasher.

So this is ultimately a good thing, right? Even with all the destruction, great heroes are emerging with formidable powers!

Well...Al will go on to marry and father a son. In his absence, his pregnant wife is experimented on by Vandal Savage because of the metahuman potential of her child and immediately after birth is killed and her son taken away, while Al, trapped in another dimension, knows nothing of this. The child will be experimented upon too and handed over to "parents" who will abuse him, until he finally develops powers too.

And interestingly, right before the powers fully emerge, he is in history class learning about the atom bomb, which the narrative invites us to compare him to.

(Damage #1)

Grant Emerson, son of a man powered by exposure to a bomb, is a living biochemical fusion reactor. It's a power difficult to control, and Grant will discover his powers only after destroying first his school and then part of a city. He will weep tears of--not joy, as his father did, but sorrow and devastation at the destruction and harm he causes. These powers are not a godsend, but a curse, a heavy burden to bear that he did not choose but inherited.

Not unlike the consequences of the choices made during WWII.

The product of the Atom (bomb) is...Damage?

[nerdytextileartist]

"For one soul in Opal City, October brings melancholy.

For the rest of its population, especially the young ones, October brings an excitement along with the chill in the air, a respite from the drudgery of study and work. The barrier between the mundane and the fantastic becomes more hazy, wizen spirits creeping in and mingling in unawares with our revelries.

The energy enlivens even the blackest, most dour of souls, in spite of themselves."

So the Trick 'r Treaters being greeted by The Shade here are Bridget (the Prairie Witch) and Clare Anne (the scared tiger) O'Dare, the two eldest children of Mason and Charity O'Dare, two of the supporting cast from Starman vol. 2.

Just a quick lil drawing for Halloween. I love the Shade, but he is a b!tch to draw. To elaborate, I just think he should not be pretty or at least not cute like how I draw Roy "Arsenal/best girldad" Harper.

If you want to know the backstories of Bridget and Clare Anne, don't be afraid to ask.

[swimmingrascalbatdragon]

Starman Prologue

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Potter!OC

Word Count: 919

Summary: In a world where Harry has a sister...

a/n: Ahhh, I'm so excited! This is my first story post, and I hope you enjoy the start of a series.

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31st of October 1981

This was the second Halloween a particular little family in Godric Hallows would participate in. Two young parents were eager to dress up their children to make the best of their situation. A little boy with jet-black hair and a little girl with copper red.

“Oh, James, just look at them! They are just too cute!” exclaimed the woman with a grin.

“I don’t know, Lily. Sirius will have a fit when he finds out we dressed up Lia as a cat. You know what he’s going to say, ‘A cat, you dress up the poor child as a cat instead of, I don’t know, a dog? You know as her favorite uncle.” 

The woman just shook her head, letting out a light-hearted scoff, paying no attention to her husband's little act, focusing on the children in front of her, “I wouldn’t say that little Lia’s favorite uncle is Padfoot. Moony seems like he can give Sirius a run for his money. Isn’t that right, Camellia? You love Uncle Moony?” 

As if to answer her mother’s question, the little girl squealed and clapped her hands in amusement. She looked back up at her husband with a triumphant smirk.

“Do you want to bet on it, Potter?” He looked back at his daughter and his wife, a smirk of his forming.

“You forget, Lily flower, that you are a Potter too, for better or worse.” She got up from the floor to kiss her husband before saying, “Look at you, being right for the first time.” 

“Oh, you are a cheeky bugger, aren’t you?” Pulling his wife into a loving kiss.

As if, on cue, both kids decided now would be the perfect time to start babbling, just cause the adults to pull away from each other. The parents admired their children, small and innocent, with no knowledge of what was happening, no knowledge of the war, nothing. Just two babies dressed up for the occasion, conversing little with their gurgles, babbles, and laughter. The young parents held each other with bittersweet smiles on their faces.

“Well,” breathed out James, “How about we whip up some dinner while we wait for the others to arrive?” Looking at Lily, he watched as she shook her head with a slight amusement reaching her eyes.

“You, cooking? Certainly not, especially not after you try to burn the house down.” Offended by such an accusation, James put a hand over his heart as if he were wounded. 

“My wife, the mother of my two beautiful children, accusing me of burning the house down. At least I didn’t start the fire of the cookie incident; that was Sirius, and you know it!” He countered. 

“Whatever you say, love, whatever you say.” 

With dinner on the stove, the hours are ticking by. “When do you think the lot will drop by?” James wondered, looking at the clock and his wife.

“I am not quite sure. Sirius said that he would be dropping by around seven before the kids are put to sleep, but it is already half past seven.” She responded, biting her lip. She ask quietly, “Do you think he ran into trouble?”

“I don’t think so, but you know Sirius might be running late with the costume he had planned for the kids.” James tried to reassure his wife. Turning to the two children on the floor blabbing to each other hearing a slight distinction of their words, mixtures of 'pa-foo' and 'ooony'. Lily looked at the pair with hinted sadness before turning back to her husband with his eyes on the children.

“I wish things could have been different, James. I wish that we don’t have to hide, to be afraid. They don’t understand the weight of their lives. They’re just children.” She said with a slight exasperation.

James Potter knew this feeling, and he felt it when he woke up and looked at himself in the mirror and at Lily when he looked at his children. The surface never left. It sat in his stomach and would make way to strangle his throat. He felt that it was his fault in the situation that they were in. He thought that he was the one to blame.

“I know love, but best that they don’t know and better that they can be kids. They are too young to know, but let’s hope that war ends soon. If so, they would never have to know and live their little lives peacefully.” He responded hopefully to reassure his wife and calm her down. 

“ We can hope,” Lily stated, more so to reassure herself more than anything.

The thing about hope is that it can do so much. A light aimed to fill the darkness and provide the little warmth needed to feel its comfort. This little family had hope, but the world, the war, their enemies, and many other factors used this hope as a beacon to hunt them down. 

On October 31, 1981, tragedy fell upon a small family in Godric Hollows. The parents of a pair of twins were murdered in hopes of saving their children. Their efforts, however, were not in vain as the cries of two children, a boy and a girl, no older than a year old were heard. Harry James Potter and Camila Marlene Potter were left orphaned. Hope seemed lost to some, but for others, the rumors of Lord Voldemort’s downfall made it seem that the war was over. 

Little did they know it was just the beginning.

[elliott-the-creature]

(check tags for cw/tw)

I’ve learned so much about my headmates throughout the past few weeks, and holy crap is it a mixed bag in here

maple—who we all thought was very clear-headed and rational—is actually a psychedelic user and a huge hippie (we found this out when listening to lucy in the sky with diamonds, smoke you out, and starman (although she only uses natural psychedelics and will never use other drugs))

princess is very good at crafts (I mean, she thinks she is, but the body isn’t the best at fine motor activities, so that sucks) and especially loves beading. he’s also a huge fan of scenecore and bright clashing colours (which is also unfortunate because the body’s eyes are sensitive to bright lights and colours)

ty is posic and objectum (all attractions except for sexual), and specifically loves lamps, fidget toys, plushies, radios, jewelry, and musical instruments. it’s also a big fan of punk and grunge stuff (which makes me good friends with mae! -📺📚)

red is obsessed with music, and probably has headphones on 24/7. turns out her favourite instruments are drums and cymbals (because they’re loud and powerful just like me >:3 -🐦‍🔥🏔️), but she loves all instruments in general (if you’ve ever played or seen the game ape out, that’s aer whole vibe)

fin and red may be in a qpr—but even if they aren’t, they absolutely love eachother. whenever I picture fin, I see red right beside fin (usually on her back between her wings). they really compliment eachother as being such opposites, but they get along very well and are both so fond of each other. (I’m not dating aer though!!! if you say we’re dating, red will get really angry and I’ll be embarrassed -🐾🧣)

flax is very fond of all things in nature, but thing seems to love bugs in particular. thing gets really upset when it sees someone wanting to kill a bug, and is the one to co-front when people ask us to “take care” of a bug in the house (which usually means putting them in a container and taking them outside). it loves beetles and spiders the most, and will happily watch youtube videos or documentaries about bugs all day if it could.

Something… uh… we don’t really have much on Something. it apparently doesn’t like colours, and is seen as being completely monochromatic. other than that… it’s just kinda the same as always. (also I almost was persuaded by Something to relapse… luckily I was strong enough to withstand it and just scraped my fingernails against my arms instead (the body’s fingernails are pretty much always stubs so it didn’t cause any lasting damage))