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dem-obscure-imagines · 4 years ago

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Hogwarts Champion

George Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Note: FUCK JK Rowling. Trans rights are human rights <3.

This can be read as a sequel to my fic, Bottoms Up. Reader has put her name in the Goblet of Fire.

Summary: When you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, mostly as a joke, you never imagined you’d get picked to represent all of Hogwarts. Thankfully, you have the ever-supportive George Weasley by your side through it all.

Warnings: None? Goblet of Fire spoilers!!

Word Count: 1.9k

It was after dinner that Dumbledore announced the champions that were fated to compete for eternal glory. And god, were you not expecting what came next.

“(Y/N)(L/N)!” He called, holding the piece of parchment you’d scribbled your name on in his hand. Your blood ran cold. Your eyes widened and across the Great Hall, you locked eyes with George, who looked just about as shocked as you felt.

“Oh fuck.” You murmured before standing up.

Fred and George were going nuts, cheering very loudly, as was all of Ravenclaw. You walked to the front of the great hall, shook Dumbledore’s hand, and then went back to wait with the other champions. A few minutes later, Harry came down, standing awkwardly before a pack of teachers followed him down. It was chaotic to say the very least, all of them questioning Harry while he stood there floundering.

You didn’t know Harry all that well, but the twins were fond of him. You knew he was a good kid, he just always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You had no doubt this mishap was another case of that.

You listened while they debated and inevitably decided that yes, Harry would be forced to compete, although it didn’t seem that he was down with that decision.

Dumbledore went on to explain that each of you would be allowed to use any natural gifts you possessed as well as your wands for all challenges. He looked at you when he said it and you nodded. That had been your question, too, but you didn’t intend to ask it. You were a little different from the other students at Hogwarts, but it was something you’d kept quiet throughout your time there. Now was the time to unearth it, you realized. Well, if you wanted to survive the tournament, that was.

You left the meeting feeling nervous, but also the tiniest bit relieved. At least you wouldn’t be going through it alone. Fleur already seemed really nice, and on your way up the stairs back out to the Great Hall, she introduced herself.

“It’s very nice to meet you. What house are you in?”

“I’m a Ravenclaw.” You told her, holding up your tie. “I really liked your dance earlier. It was beautiful.”

“Thank you. We’ve been practicing for weeks.” She smiled warmly. When you got back out to the Great Hall, Fred and George were waiting for you, and as soon as George spotted you, he picked you up and spun you around.

“There’s my little champion! Are you excited, love?”

“I’m nervous.” You laughed, your arms settling around his shoulders, your feet still dangling from the ground thanks to your notable height difference.

“You’ll do great.” He reassured, pressing a long kiss to your cheek. “I’m sure of it.”

Fred watched as his brother kissed you and gasped. “Since when?”

“Whatever do you mean, Fredward?” You asked innocently as George set you back down.

“Since when are you two kissing each other?”

“Since you had to go ‘polish your broom,’ you git.” George laughed, slipping his hand into yours and intertwining your fingers. “I am now the proud boyfriend of the Hogwarts champion.”

“One of the Hogwarts champions.” You were quick to correct. You sighed. “I feel bad for him. This stuff always seems to happen to him.”

“Tell me about it.” Harry said, coming up the stairs a little while later. “It’s always me. Why is it always me?”

“Who knows, mate.” Fred shrugged.

“Whatever happens, we’re here for you.” You added, giving Harry a playful nudge. “No one deserves to go through this alone.”

“Thanks.” Harry smiled. “I appreciate it.”

***

“(Y/N).” George peeked into the Ravenclaw common room. He spotted you on the couch, still up studying at the ungodly hour of three in the morning.

You jumped, staring at him for a second before ruling that he probably wasn’t a hallucination. “How the fuck did you even get in here?”

He grinned mischievously. “I have my ways.” He reached out with a large hand, making grabby fingers at you. “Come with me.”

You were more than used to George’s spontaneous antics at this point, so you closed your text book, set your quill in your inkwell, and got up from your seat, slipping your hand into his and letting him lead you through the quiet castle, out onto the grounds, and then down into the woods.

“My brother Charlie wrote me. He’s over there somewhere.” He whispered, crouching in the brush with you as you both watched a group of men handling dragons. “They’re for the first task.”

“Dragons…” You whispered, paling at the thought. Your stomach dropped. “Holy fuck.”

“Figured you could use a heads up.” He spoke softly, his thumb rubbing yours comfortingly. “Harry’s over there somewhere with Hagrid. Ron told him.”

“Thank you, George.” You sighed, your teeth chattering slightly in the cold.

“Of course.” He looked down at you, his expression softening. He should have given you some warning before dragging you into the woods in your pajamas. Almost as though he was acting on instinct, he shed his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head. “You look good in my clothes, love,” he whispered.

“Maybe I should wear them more often, then.” You laughed softly, surrendering yourself to his warmth, his long arms wrapping around you.

He chuckled and you felt his chest vibrate against your cheek. “That can certainly be arranged.”

You decided in that moment that your favorite place in the whole wide world was right there in his arms.

***

You stood in the tent nervously, pacing back and forth a bit as you waited with the other champions. You had a game plan. You were confident it would work. However, this plan meant you’d have to spill your secret to the entire school and then some and you weren’t quite sure how to feel about it. No one knew. Not your friends. Not your roommates. Not even your boyfriend.

“Psst!”

You stopped cold in your tracks. You recognized that voice.

“George?”

“Hey, love.” He pushed the curtain open a little further and stuck his hand through. You took it quickly, and he squeezed your hand for reassurance. “How are you doing?”

“Not great.”

“You’ll be fine.” He spoke softly. “You’re the strongest witch I know. And besides, I have a good feeling about it. Put money on you and everything.”

“Wow, reassuring.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“I mean it. You’re going to be fine out there.”

You took a deep breath. “Think I could…get a kiss for luck?”

He tugged your hand, pulling you out of the tent and right into him. He kissed you softly, one hand rising to brush the hairs out of the front of your face. “You can have all the kisses, love.”

It was when you went in for the second kiss that the camera flashed. Rita Skeeter. Figured.

“Thanks for the exclusive, darling. You can look for that picture on the front page.” She stepped past you and George and into the tent, where the other champions still were.

“Always in everyone’s business, she is. Doesn’t know when to quit.” George scowled, shaking his head. “Sorry, love, I know you don’t like that sort of attention.”

“Well, no, but I’m proud to be your girlfriend, and I got myself into this tournament, so this was to be expected, honestly.” You giggled, but your smile quickly faded. “George…”

“What, love?” Concern found its way onto his face.

“When I’m out there…something is going to happen that…I didn’t tell you about. I need you to promise me that you won’t think any differently of me.”

“Nothing could ever change the way I feel about you.” He spoke softly, leaning in for another kiss. “When it’s over, I’ll still be your proud boyfriend no matter what. Now go show that dragon who’s boss.”

“Champions!” Dumbledore called.

“That’s my cue.” You exhaled shakily, leaning up on your toes to kiss him one last time. “See you out there.”

“Good luck. Not that you need it.” He winked before wandering off towards the stands to reunite with Fred.

***

George wasn’t quite sure what to expect when you told him you had a secret that was about to be unleashed on the entire school, but it definitely wasn’t what unfolded in front of his very eyes. Once you stepped into the ring, they unleashed the dragon on you, and as soon as that happened, two massive feathery wings sprouted from your back.

His jaw dropped. His heart pounded, and in time with Fred, he whispered, “Wicked…”

Fred looked at George and asked, rather loudly. “Did you know?”

“I did not.”

“D’you reckon it’s a spell or a potion or something?”

“Don’t think so…” George shook his head, unable to take his eyes off of you, his badass winged girlfriend as you gracefully dodged the dragon racing at you.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have bet on the dragon, then.” Fred chuckled, shaking his head. “You had the right idea.”

“Oh, I’ll always bet on my girl.” George grinned. He watched you take flight and swoop down, grabbing the golden egg in record time. He cheered loudly, pride swelling in his chest. That was his girl. You were his girl and you’d just outsmarted a dragon. He was absolutely blown away.

***

As soon as the event was over, he found you. Your wings were still stretched behind you, absently moving from time to time, as though they had minds of their own. He stared at you for a long moment, admiring you quietly before he scooped you up into his arms and spun you around.

You exhaled a long sigh. Everything was still normal. Nothing had changed between the two of you. He was still your George and you were still his (Y/N).

“That was unbelievable, love!” His expression was ecstatic, stars in his eyes when he finally pulled apart to look at you. “You were brilliant out there.”

“I did my best.” You shrugged, ever the modest one, even after pulling a feat like that.

“And you won me quite a few galleons I’ll be using to treat you at Honeydukes this weekend.” He reached forward and gently booped your nose with a long finger. “Anything you want, darling. It’s on me.”

“Aww, thank you, Georgie.” You hugged his side, one of your wings wrapping around him.

He was quiet for a moment before finally caving and asking the obvious question.

“So…how do you, um…?” He pointed to your wings. “That.”

“My parents are both Metamorphmagi. When they got together, which is pretty rare to begin with, they had me and their powers kind of fused and gave me, well, magical super powers in a sense.”

“So you can give yourself whatever you want, then?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You shrugged and your wings shrank back into your body. “Horns, a tail, claws, fangs, you name it, I can do it.”

“That is wicked.” George slung a long arm around your shoulders. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cooler.”

“What can I say, I’m quite a catch.” You winked.

He tugged you closer to his side and tilted your chin up, pressing a fierce lingering kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his long hair hanging in your face. “Yes you are. And you’re all mine.”

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roonilwazlibimagines · 3 years ago

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Ok ok ok, weasley boys in crop tops.

I feel like Bill is the first Weasley kid to fuck around with gender. -honestly feel like he could go by he/they- Idk the punk/rock aesthetic really gives me those vibes. But his lanky/ slightly toned body I imagine him to have would look so fucking good.

Charlie would take a little persuasion. Just because I think he has the image of what others expect from the burly dragontamer. But a loose tank/crop top and I feel like he’d be feeling himself. It shows off the slight pudge/ labor bod of his. Plus those fucking arms!!!

Now Percy. I don’t think he would in public, like ever. He is pretty modest, but around the house I think his girlfriend could convince him to wear a cropped sweater. On a day it’s a little hot but not too much, he’ll push it off as practically, but you may catch him checking himself out in the mirror.

Fred and George would originally do it as a dare or something. And it be a badly cut off jersey or school shirt. After a little cheering a group of friends they would really feel it. They probably have a couple of actual crop tops after graduation.

Ron I think would be the second most hesitant out of these 6 boys. Not because of society norms, but self consciousness. But just give him enough love and compliments he’d be rocking them by the lakeside. Probably after school.

I love all of these and I agree with them all!!

But I am a Ron simp and I am obsessed with his 🥺 you are right, he would just be so insecure but then as soon as he gets some love he goes back to feeling himself 🥰

#weasley things #wealsey headcanons

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luthienne · 4 years ago

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Hi dear, do you have any good words on emotional courage?

hi my love, you can check out this post and this post; here are a few more:

“I know a lot about pain… and I know it is bad for people, eats away the spirit, but how about courage, what is it for if not to use when needed?”

Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters

“This is in the end the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“You don’t realize it, perhaps, but you are turning these delusions and illusions of the past into criminal things. Relinquish everything. Stay in bed until you feel so shock full of energy, hope, courage that you bounce out of abed. You can only aid the world–if you still believe the world needs our individual aid–by retaining your faith in life. Your body may be weak, but I know you still have wings.”

Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller

“I… want to inherit the witch in my women ancestors—the willfulness, the passion, ay, the passion where all good art comes from as women, the perseverance, the survivor skills, the courage, the strength of las mujeres bravas, peleoneras, necias, berrrinchudas. I want to be una brava, una peleonera, necia, nerrinchuda. I want to be bad if bad means I must go against society—el Papá, el Pápa, the boyfriend, lover, husband, girlfriend, comadres—and listen to my own heart, that incredible witch’s broom that will take me where I need to go.”

Sandra Cisneros, A House of My Own

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.”

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

“In the winter I am writing about, there was much darkness. Darkness of nature, darkness of event, darkness of the spirit. The sprawling darkness of not knowing. We speak of the light of reason. I would speak here of the darkness of the world, and the light of———. But I don’t know what to call it. Maybe hope. Maybe faith, but not a shaped faith—only, say, a gesture, or a continuum of gestures. But probably it is closer to hope, that is more active, and far messier than faith must be. Faith, as I imagine it, is tensile, and cool, and has no need of words. Hope, I know is a fighter and a screamer.”

Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Poems, and Prose Poems

“There is always some miracle left; and though miracles do not happen, they might happen. Who knows? Perhaps our intelligence, our instinct, our senses, in spite of their daylight clearness, are leading us astray. Perhaps the one thing needful is just that unreasoning courage which follows hope’s will-o’-the-wisp as it burns…”

Jens Peter Jacobsen, Niels Lyhne

“But if the deepest loss, […] / can be, not just survived, but made into the matter / of hope, made into song, not into a hatchet / to cut off the offending parts, made into poems / then blessed be the end of things, the loss of whatever / secures us blindly and mutely to our lives.”

Julia Alvarez, The Other Side/El Otro Lado

“I run / stumbling, expectant. / Impatience is hopelessly / desperate. Hope / takes time.”

Marie Ponsot, Springing: New and Selected Poems

“How lightly we learn to hold hope, / as if it were an animal that could turn around / and bite your hand. And still we carry it / the way a mother would, carefully, / from one day to the next.”

Danusha Laméris, The Moons of August

“Do not get lost in a sea of despair. Be hopeful, be optimistic. Our struggle is not the struggle of a day, a week, a month, or a year, it is the struggle of a lifetime. Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble.”

Representative John Lewis

“Where does such a force come from? What does it mean? A voice very faint, and inside me, offers a possibility: how shall there be redemption and resurrection unless there has been a great sorrow? And isn’t struggle and rising the real work of our lives?”

Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Poems, and Prose Poems

“Don’t forget that apparent impossibility of something is the first sign of its naturalness—in a different world, obviously.

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Anatoly Steiger

“Grieve. Have / hope.”

Jorie Graham, Swarm

John Berryman, “The Heart is Strange”

“Skin had hope, that what’s skin does. / Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.”

Naomi Shihab Nye, “Two Countries”

“I am quite troubled in the depths of my soul. But that will pass,”

George Sand, in a letter to Gustave Flaubert

“Let’s dance a little before we go home to hell.”

Muriel Rukeyser, A Muriel Rukeyser Reader

Hélène Cixous, Hyperdream (tr. Beverly Bie Brahic)

“That most moments were substantially the same did not detract at all from the possibility that the next moment might be utterly different.”

Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

Ada Limón, “Dead Stars”

“Listen, everyone has a chance. Is it spring, is it morning? Are there trees near you, and does your own soul need comforting? Quick, then — open the door and fly on your heavy feet…”

Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems

“Get to the bottom of this intensity and have faith in what is most horrible, instead of fighting it off—it reveals itself for those who can trust it, in spite of its overwhelming and dire appearance, as a kind of initiation. By way of loss, by way of such vast and immeasurable experiences of loss, we are quite powerfully introduced to the whole.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Countess Alexandrine Schwerin, June 16, 1922

“…only one thing is urgently needed: to attach oneself with unconditional purpose somewhere to nature, to what is strong, striving and bright, and to move forward without guile, even if that means in the least important, daily matters. Each time we tackle something with joy, each time we open our eyes toward a yet untouched distance we transform not only this and the next moment, but we also rearrange and gradually assimilate the past inside of us.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Adelheid von der Marwitz, September 11, 1919

“Continue to believe that with your feeling and with your work you take part in what is the greatest. The more strongly you cultivate this belief inside of you, the more it will give rise to reality and world.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Elisabeth Freiin Schenk zu Schweinsberg, September 23, 1908

“…I have known with certainty that the worst things, and even despair, are only a kind of abundance and an onslaught of existence that one decision of the heart could turn into its opposite. Where things become truly difficult and unbearable, we find ourselves in a place already very close to its transformation.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Anita Forrer, February 14, 1920

“…he says, it will be all right.

“It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. They are words you might speak to a child ... and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.”

Madeline Miller, Circe

“Right then she knows herself even less than she knows the sea. Her courage comes from not knowing herself, but going ahead nevertheless. Not knowing yourself is inevitable, and not knowing yourself demands courage.

Clarice Lispector, Complete Stories; “The Waters of the World”

“Recovery (which includes return and renewal of health) is a re-gaining—regaining of a clear view. I do not say “seeing things as they are” and involve myself with the philosophers, though I might venture to say “seeing things as we are (or were) meant to see them”—as things apart from ourselves. We need, in any case, to clean our windows; so that the things seen clearly may be freed from the drab blur of triteness or familiarity—from possessiveness. Of all faces those of our familiares are the ones both most difficult to play fantastic tricks with, and most difficult really to see with fresh attention, perceiving their likeness and unlikeness: that they are faces, and yet unique faces.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, from his essay On Fairy-Stories

Camille Norton, Corruption: Poems

“Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.”

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

“I have the fervour of myself for a presence / and my own spirit for light; / and my spirit with its loss / knows this; though small against the black, / small against the formless rocks, / hell must break before I am lost;”

H.D. from Collected Poems; “Eurydice”

Denise Levertov, “Epilogue”

“The days go numb, the wind / sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves. // Through the empty branches the sky remains. / It is what you have. / Be earth now, and evensong. / Be the ground lying under that sky. / Be modest now, like a thing / ripened until it is real…”

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours (tr. Anita Barrows, Joanna Macy)

“I know your sorrow and I know that for the likes of us there is not ease for the heart to be had from words of reason and that in the very assurance of sorrow’s fading there is more sorrow. So I offer you only my deeply affectionate and compassionate thoughts and wish for you only that the strange thing may never fail you, whatever it is, that gives us the strength to live on and on with our wounds.”

Samuel Beckett’s words of consolation to his friend, Alan Schneider

“What matters is not to allow my whole life to be dominated by what is going on inside me. That has to be kept subordinate one way or another. What I mean is: one must not let oneself be completely disabled by just one thing, however bad; don’t let it impede the great stream of life that flows through you. I have the feeling of something secret deep inside me that no one knows about.”

Etty Hillesum, from a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life

“You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. / This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. / To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of the ocean by the frailty of its foam. / To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.”

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

“Try to keep what is beautiful to you and what you can use for today and now — You must not let things you cannot help destroy you —”

Georgia O’Keeffe, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters

“What we love, shapely and pure, / is not to be held, / but to be believed in.”

Mary Oliver, from Evidence; “Swans”

“In time of the crises of the spirit, we are aware of all our need, our need for each other and our need for ourselves. We call up, with all the strength of summoning we have, our fullness. And then we turn; for it is a turning that we have prepared; and act. The time of turning may be very long. It may hardly exist.”

Muriel Rukeyser, from A Muriel Rukeyser Reader, “The Life of Poetry”

“To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places—and there are so many—where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.”

Howard Zinn, A Power Governments Cannot Suppress

“But don’t lose heart, dear ones—don’t lose heart. Don’t let it make you bitter. Try to understand. Try to understand. The world’s already bitter enough, we got to try to be better than the world.”

James Baldwin, from Another Country

“You do not have to be good. / You do not have to walk on your knees / for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. / You only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves. / Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. / Meanwhile, the world goes on.”

Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”

#ask #anon #quote compilation #emotional courage #words #lit #poetry #long post #of hope to bite on like a bullet #yeah ok i have no chill #also no explanation for how my brain works and ties all of these together #compilation

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theclockworkmonk · 3 years ago

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Out of the Mouths of Babes - Chapter 1

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Prompt: “Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.

Ron was still huffing grumpily as he stepped forward and pushed the door of their flat open for Hermione, so she wouldn’t have to adjust Teddy in her arms. His gracious show of chivalry clashed hilariously with the sour look on his face.

“Honestly, Ron,” Hermione laughed, shaking her head at him, “One would really assume you’d be used to it by now.”

“I have gotten used to it!” he said defensively. “I keep getting used to it, over and over, but then they just keep getting worse! If you want to snog your girlfriend, snog your girlfriend, if you want to talk with your best mate, talk with your best mate, but it’s downright rude to try to do both at the same time. But was there a single moment today where they weren’t draped all over each other? No! I don’t even want to think about what their hands might have been doing under the table. I mean, shit… ”

“Ron!” Hermioned hissed harshly, quickly covering Teddy’s ears.

But it was too late. “What’s shit?” the three-year-old asked innocently. Hermione shot Ron a murderous glare.

“I’ve told you Ron, for once in your life, watch what comes out of your mouth! Teddy is at a stage in his development where he’s very observant and curious.”

“What’s curious?” asked Teddy.

“That just means you’re growing up to be the most clever boy in the world!” Hermione told the toddler sweetly. She lifted up his shirt and blew him a raspberry, causing him to erupt into giggles. She put him down and he ran off to sit on the sitting room rug and start playing with the toys they had brought out before taking him today.

Ron was still grumpy as he plopped down on the sofa and watched Teddy absentmindedly. In hindsight, Hermione saw that she should have given him some time to cool off between ending their double lunch date with Harry and Ginny and picking Teddy up from Andromeda, to give her a night off to spend with other adults unencumbered. But if they had delayed at all, Harry would have jumped at the chance and taken Teddy himself. He was always using his role of godfather to indulge his martyr complex, but Hermione had steadfastly reminded him that Ginny was off for the first time in weeks after the intense conclusion to the Quidditch season, and she deserved to have her boyfriend all to herself.

Hermione sighed as she sat next to her fiancé on the sofa, leaning her head against his shoulder. “You have to remember, Ron, that Harry is still learning how physical affection works. He grew up without anyone ever touching him except to control him or hurt him. It’s called being touch-starved, it’s a real phenomenon in psychology. It’s understandable if he over-corrects in the other direction and doesn’t understand that public displays of affection come with boundaries.

She turned her head to look at him kindly, but found him giving her a deadpan frown.

“Seriously, Hermione? Not everything is related to something you read in a book once but somehow remember years later. This has nothing to do with Harry’s Tragic Backstory, they get more and more handsy because they know that it drives me up the wall, they’re just fucking with me.”

“What’s fucking?” asked Teddy.

“Sorr— Ow!” Ron helped as Hermione elbowed him hard in the side.

“Behave yourself,” she told him. “And don’t sell Harry short, that is not why he does it.”

She settled back into leaning against him, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“....That is absolutely why Ginny does it, though,” she added, making Ron snort with laughter.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, content to just watch Teddy play with small smiles on their faces.

“Thanks for volunteering us to take him,” Ron said softly into Hermione’s ear. “Having him around, this time of the year….it helps.”

Hermione nodded somberly. “I know what you mean.” The next day was May 2nd. Three years to the day since the Battle of Hogwarts.

Hermione sniffed as she felt all-too familiar tears threatening to break free again. “Being around someone so young, someone who won’t ever remember how bad things had gotten, who would only know the new world we fought for. It reminds us that none of them died in vain.”

“Yeah,” Ron agreed quietly. “I think the rest of the family feels the same way, they always get super clingy with Vic this time of the year. Me too, I’ll admit.”

“Oh yes, I’ve definitely noticed that,” Hermione nodded. “Even more so than with Teddy, since she’s a Weasley. She represents your family’s survival and healing, I suppose.”

Hermione chuckled at something she remembered. “The worst of them all is your mother. She’s really been cranking the doting up for Victoire, and between you and me, it’s driving Fleur absolutely mad.”

Ron sat up a bit to face her, smiling mischievously at the gossip. “Oh yeah?”

Hermione nodded and smiled back. “She won’t say anything until she figures out a way to phrase it passive-aggressively instead of bluntly, but Fleur is clearly feeling smothered by the pressure of being the mother of the only grandchild.”

Ron’s smile faltered a bit, and the same grumpy mood he had when they returned home seemed to return.

“Well, she probably shouldn’t worry,” he grumbled. “If my best mate and my sister keep being as insufferable as they are, it’s only a matter of time before Harry’s knocking Ginny up—”

“Ron!” Hermione growled angrily, shooting Teddy a sideways glance, but fortunately he seemed too busy playing with his toy dragons. She breathed a sigh of relief, then started giggling.

“What on Earth makes you assume that?” she asked him incredulously.

“Hermione, if they can’t control themselves in the middle of a sodding caf��, what makes you think they can when alone in their flat?”

Hermione snuggled back up to him, pouting her lip playfully. “Well if that’s the case, why them and not us? I’d like to think that we’re similarly…. out of control at times…” she slowly brought a hand to rub up his thigh. Then, suddenly, her eyes narrowed dangerously, she stood up, and put her hands on her hips.

“Unless you’re saying that you’re just not as attracted to me as Harry is to Ginny?”

Ron just raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. “You’re trying to trap me because you think I’m adorable when I’m nervous, but you have to be less transparent than that, love.”

“Shoot, it was worth a try,” laughed Hermione, sitting back down.

“You know that I meant that you would never allow that to happen,” pulling her close again. “You can’t even make noncommittal plans for drinks in a pub without triple-checking your schedule and giving it a color-coded entry in your planner, there’s no way you’d ever let something as important as…. that just slip your mind. But you know how reckless those two are, is it really hard to believe they would neglect the Contraception Charm once?”

Hermione bit her lip thoughtfully. “No, I really don’t think so. There are some things that Harry and Ginny do take seriously, one of them is family, they wouldn’t be blasé about it. And don’t be so disgustingly modest,” she said, lightly swatting his leg. “I am not always meticulous, you know damn well you’re capable of turning me into a scatterbrained piece of goo.”

She wasn’t looking at him, but she could feel Ron grinning proudly at that.

“Oh yeah?” he murmured in her ear, and Hermione felt goosebumps erupt on her neck. He pulled her closer and Hermione felt herself blush scarlet as he whispered all sorts of things he planned to do to her to prove her right.

“What’s knickers?” asked Teddy, who apparently had very good hearing. Hermione blushed harder than ever as she elbowed her fiancé again.

It was after dark when Ron and Hermione finally stepped through the fireplace of the Burrow. They could hear the large, loud gathering in the kitchen before they saw it. They found Andromeda talking and laughing happily in the kitchen with Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur, George, and Charlie, all drinking either tea, firewhiskey, or some combination of both. But as pleasant as the evening had been, she still beamed when she saw her grandson running towards her.

“He wasn’t too much trouble, was he?” she asked apologetically as she scooped the toddler into her lap.

“He was a delight!” said Hermione cheerfully.

“Yeah, this kid stuff is easy!” said Ron dismissively. “And yes, that’s a git thing to say, feel free to saddle us with him until I regret it.”

Andromeda laughed and thanked them again. After Ron and Hermione returned home through the fireplace, Teddy rested his head on Andromeda’s shoulder. He was clearly very tired and was starting to get fussy.

“Well,” Andromeda sighed, “I guess I should get this one home. Thank you so much for having me, all of you.”

But then, Teddy spoke up in a sleepy voice.

“Grammy, what’s knocking up?”

There was a loud crash as Molly dropped the teapot onto the kitchen floor. Fleur gasped dramatically, Bill coughed and sputtered on his firewhiskey, while George just erupted into laughter.

Andromeda pulled the boy off her shoulder and looked at him sternly. “Edward Remus Lupin, where did you hear that?” she asked.

“Oh, I believe we know where” Molly growled as she flicked her wand to levitate the shrapnel on the floor and started to reassemble it into a teapot, “I honestly don’t know where these sons of mine got such foul mouths. I have half a mind to go after Ronald and remind him that he’s not too old for me to wash his mouth out with soap. I am so sorry, Andi.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” said Andromeda. “Harry can swear just as well as any Weasley.”

She addressed Teddy again, more gently this time. “Go on, Teddy, where did you hear those words?”

“Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.

The kitchen of the Burrow had never before fallen so quickly, completely silent. The only sound was another crash as Molly dropped the teapot again.

#harry potter #hp fanfic #fanfic #hinny #hinny fanfic #hinny fanfiction #hp fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry and ginny #romione

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Don’t be a git all your life (Harry potter, XXX, ye be warned.)

Draco whined as he looked at himself in the mirror. here he was, a year 7 student and 18 god damn years old and because he kept wetting the bed every night for 2 weeks he was being forced to wear nappies at night by his own uncle. Truthfully he should of been nappied after his third strike but Snape twisted the rules as much as he could before even he had to make Draco pad up. Still it was easier to be mad at Snape then himself, and besides that Draco was still sure someone was making him wet despite being told that was stupid. Little did Snape or anyone else in the slytherin dorm that Draco was actually quite right. Not only had some of his late night snacks been tampered with thanks to help from students in hufflepuff, but his nappies had been toyed with as well, though the blond prat wouldn't find out how for a anther half hour at least as over in the gryffindor dorm they were waiting for things to quiet down for the night. Shockingly or not quite so much, with the ridicule the former top dog of slytherin had endured over his bed wetting and with Snape deciding to pamper him for the night well before Draco would of normally gone to bed, the blond decided to forgo his normal habit of sitting in the common room and being snide. Even Crab and Goyle had taken to calling him pee pants so he locked himself in his private room and decided to lay down early, only to groan and huff as the bed crinkled under him, Uncle Snape had gotten him rubber sheets to go with the terrycloth diapers and rubber pants. "Fuck my life.." Draco whined and tugged a pillow over his head.

"So, are we sure this will really work?" Ron asked for about the 12th time and making Hermione roll her eyes. "Maybe I should of teased it on you first if you think I don't know what I'm doing." she snapped, making the ginger go paler then normal. "You wouldn't! Harry!" Ron whined and looked to his best friend for help. "Hermione don't tease Ron like that. and sides, he's YOUR boyfriend..do you really wanna share him?" Harry asked. "Hmmmm touche..I guess your save for now." she teased and kissed Ron's cheek, then in a lower voice added "your still getting pegged tonight." The fact Ron was his girlfriends little butt slut wasn't exactly a well kept secret with Ron being a moaner and a pillow biter didn't really matter to him as he went crimson all over. it was in fact the problem of him being a little butt slut that had lead to tonight's fun and Draco's impending humiliation. Once Draco had learned of how the mud blood and the weasley did it, he'd gone out of his way to ridicule Ron and play up Hermione as some sort of butch lesbian, and had started up false rumors that Ron dressed like a pretty princess for her. needless to say gryffindor as a whole had decided to do something about it, and found the perfect revenge. the diapers that Draco currently had pinned snugly to his hips had been enchanted and weren't coming off till they were thoroughly soaked and were part of a niffy little portal spell. more to the point, the part where things came out, with it directed right at the blonds virgin though not for much longer's rosebud. the entrance for said portal was a flesh light that all the boys in the dorm were gonna make use of tonight. there was course a risk Draco would go running for help but Hermione and Harry doubted it, Draco would of been too mortified to waddle out in the bulky diaper while having his black cherry stolen.

Draco was having a miserable time trying to drift off, the crinkling of the sheets and his pants was bugging him plus if he was being honest he was used to rubbing one out before bed. Again he hadn't counted on how early his uncle had wanted to pad him and now here was, nappied like a baby and getting semi wood off and on despite NOT having a thing for the fucking things. With all the baby powder uncle Snape had used, Draco knew he'd have it under his finger nails and if Uncle Snape checked..so just reaching in there and helping himself out was out of the question. and there was no way in hell he was gonna risk pillow humping. it would be just his luck with how things were going as of late that he'd be fucking a pillow/the diapers and someone would come in. with his rep at a all time low as was, he didn't even wanna think about the rumors that would spread though the school if that happened. Laying on his back and trying to push out how much he wanted to rub one out and tune out the crinkling, Draco was trying to count sheep in his mind when something odd started to happen in the back of the nappy. Something was poking him..poking between his cheeks and then press on his.. "..Oh fuck all kinds of no!" Draco squeaked out even as he A) figured out was in his diaper and b) the head of a fat cock slipped into his hole.

"Fuck me, tight little git!" Harry grunted, sliding the flesh light down his 7 inch cock and making a face. "well always said he was a tight ass." Fred joked. him and George had come back for the night after hearing the plan, along with some other past members of the dorm. "Come on Harry, you're not gonna let a little thing like a tight hole stop you are you?" one of the other boys joked. "man, if potter can't get in I'm screwed." Oliver joked, stroking his 11 inches of fuck meat. "In hindsight, should of let Hermione go first.. fake cocks don't get bendy dick." Harry joked, pulling the flesh light back, and then ramming it back down. "AHHH! THERE we go!"

Draco Screamed into his pillow, glad that for the most part his room was much more sound proof then anything anyone else had as the fat cock rammed it's way in and suddenly he was no longer a anal virgin. "No No no no no!" Draco whimpered and thrashed about, the fat cock was pushing all the way and FUCK! it was hitting something in him that made his whimpers of despair turn into a slutty moan. 'ok..nope. I'm NOT being turned into a fucking butt slut.' Draco thought rolling onto his back (which sadly helped the cock assaulting him get in deeper with each thrust and had Draco mewing like a fucking kitten, he moved his hands to try and tug off the diapers, he'd risk soaking the bed and getting a spanking from Uncle Snape if it meant stopping this before he assgasumed. Only as he tried to tug the baby pants down they refused to move. he couldn't even get his fingers under the slick material and whined, figuring uncle Snape had enchanted it to keep him 'honest', though then again he doubted his uncle would of arranged for him to take the dicking he was getting at the moment. 'then again, he's a weird one.. I keep finding pictures of Harry where he's drawn potters mothers hair on the kid..' Draco thought then gasped and clenched his cheeks. every fucking thrust was coming in harder and hard and hitting Draco's special place and the blond formally hetero boy found himself bouncing up and down in his diapers, trying to get the dick to hit his happy spot harder. refusing to surrender to just cumming from his ass, or at least that's how Draco painted it in his mind, he reached down and rubbed the front of his nappies with both hands.

"F-Fuck me! he's helping!" Harry gasped pumping the flesh light rapidly and wondering if he was going to end up with a right arm twice the size of the left if he kept this up. "Ha! knew he'd give in." Ron said and stroked his teenie cock, using a thumb and a finger on his 2 inches of glory. "Hurry up harry! I'm next!" "Oh Sweetie..Um..Maybe you should tamper your expectations.." Hermione said, sweat dropping as some of the other boys laughed. "What's that suppose to mean?" Ron huffed. "It Means she's not pegging you cuz your a hung stud ya git." George laughed. "I-I can still fuck! Hermione tell them how much you love it when we do it without the strap-on!" Ron whined and squeaked. "Ron, Sweetie? don't embarrasses yourself and just use this." Hermione said and handed her cute little dick lover the strap-on as Hary cried out and fired off a load. "...this is so unfair." Ron grumbled. "Aww, I'll use the blue dragon tonight after if you stop whining." "The blue.." Fred started "dragon?" George asked, both of them wearing amused looks. "Y-You two shut it." Ron whined and then took the modest 6 inch long but very thick dildo from his girlfriend and kissed her cheek, whispering deal in her ear.

Fuck, Draco had just creamed hard and taken a load up the ass. he could feel anther man's seed slowly leaking out of his once tight hole as he laid on his side, trying to recover. 'at least it's over..no way someone who just filled me THAT much has anther load in him..' Draco thought, looking down at his slightly puffy tummy and pushed a hand on it. instantly a wet farting noise was heard and he scudded up his face as he involuntary shat out a heaping load of man milk. '..right..lesson learned. don't do that.' Draco thought and whined, hugging a pillow close and getting ready to shut his eyes. cue a new challenger approaching and suddenly he was more stuffed then before, spit flying out of his mouth and bark coming out from the force. the small part of Draco able to think as this new massive intruder stuffed noted this had the makings of a VERY long night indeed.

After stuffing Draco and unknown to Ron, bringing him to 3 earth shattering orgasm, it was time to share the fun. every boy in the dorm and a few of the girls taking what was known as the Granger approach had they're fun with the flesh light, it was time for the main event. In truth, it had been a semi kindness on the behalf of the gryffindor's to have everyone else go first as by this point Draco's hole had been opened up and transformed from just a shitter to a full fledged boi pussy. Still if Olivier had gone first Draco might of ended up in the medical ward. Having a bit of a heart and knowing how many girls he'd left bow legged for hours, the ex captain of the team made sure to lube his horse cock up nice and slick and while he was more then a little eager to bust a nut, he took it slow for Draco's sake. Or at least that had been the plan but after waiting a hour for his turn, the second he felt the hot sloppy hole what was Draco's new pussy the stud's self control went out the window and he beat his meat with the flesh light like it owned him money.

"F-Fuck..So..So much..My..My ass.." Draco had need groaning, one his belly with his head hanging out over the bed with a waste bucket under him. the bucket itself had a coating of cum that the poor blond had ended up puking out because his guts where getting so filled and he was all but broken. "Puh..puhlease..nuh moar.." Draco whimpered. his cock couldn't even fire off any more shots of cum and he had been drygasming for the past three dicks. Somehow he didn't think his plea was gonna be answered and so he tried to push out as much cum into the seat of his swelled nappies as he could, not even sure if he had shit himself for real and vaguely recalling he had pissed himself once or twice. His efforts to dump his bowels were short lived as the biggest cock yet rammed it's way home and it was just too much for poor Draco, who deep down knew he deserved every second of this punishment and the blond blacked out.

Snape was tried and grumpy, well grumpier then normal but he knew he should do one last check before bed to make sure Draco had kept his diapers on. of course he could of locked them on but the prospect of doing that and then the boy -ugh- soiling himself and expecting Snape to help him change was more then a little unpleasant to picture. opening the door to his nephew's private room however the last thing he'd expected to find was Draco with his eyes wide up but glazed over and foaming at the month, making weak mewing noises and the back of the boys diaper was moving on it's own. the smell in the room was one of semen and shame and Snape toyed with what to do..then did the smart thing. he turned around and walked out, pretending he hadn't seen shit and left this headache for someone else.

In the whole messy aftermath Draco was left changed in many many ways. he found himself unable to cum anymore unless his ass was being used like a pussy and found himself needing diapers 24/7 for both needs even though he'd been healed up. His studies tanked and he was basically kept at the school by the grace of Snape and dumbledore who pitied the boy.. and by the fact in a degrading way Draco became more popular then ever as the boys was just a needy cock slut. Harry and the others were never busted though it was implied several times by various teachers that they had figured out what happened and the flesh light? Harry had decided to the disappointment of many that it was too dangerous to keep around their dorm, but did find it a new home in the hufflepuff dorm.

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dreamnap · 4 years ago

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[fic] oh, i miss when we first met (take me out baby)

pairing: onesided sapnap/dream (dreamnap), background dreamnotfound

rating: g

genre/tags: angst and unrequited love babey! oh, and did i mention pining?

notes: me and @dream-not-found are twinning with unrequited dreamnap. go read her fic and weep. special shoutout to mitski, who i listened to exclusively on loop over and over again while writing this fic

summary: It was as much of a confession as he was going to give.

ao3 link

It could be love.

Sapnap stared at the phone, the remnants of Dream’s voice still echoing in his mind. It had been the first video call they'd done in a while— a celebratory thing, really, where he had popped in with a quick happy birthday as the clock rolled over to midnight.

Dream’s face, though blurry from the dark lighting, was still clear enough for Sapnap to get a good look at him. The last time he had seen him on camera must have been years ago, and Dream had changed immensely since then. His body had filled out some, from what he could tell, broader than before, and he now held himself with a sort of modest confidence.

It could really be love: churning, heavy, pooling into his gut.

He was handsome, in a way that still retained that characteristic boyishness Sapnap had grown familiar with from when they were kids. Handsome in the way his smile stayed in his thoughts even hours after he’d hung up.

They were friends⁠⁠—best friends, even. Nothing more than that.

It shouldn’t have been anything more than that, and yet Sapnap had been grappling with the idea for a while now, turning the words over and over in his mouth as he lay under the covers, remembering the way Dream curled up into himself a little when he’d laughed, tucking his face in the crook of his elbow as he wheezed out some stupid joke he’d seen earlier that day.

Love isn’t what he wants. It shouldn’t be love. And anyways, Dream had been mentioning a girl he'd met recently, seemed to have really hit it off with her.

It would pass. Sapnap would make sure of it.

⁠—⁠—⁠—⁠—

Two weeks before high school graduation he gets asked out.

“I know it’s kind of late,” she said, so quietly that he almost didn’t hear. “But you should go out. With me.”

He did his best to remember who she is, but all he could think of was one of his woodshop classes, where she camouflaged into the crowd in the back. She had brown hair. Green eyes. Not memorable in many ways, but the relaxed smile she had given him on occasion when they walked in together had left Sapnap with all sorts of strange, familiar feelings.

She left him her number this time instead.

He pulled open her contact, and stared at the text box.

They had joked about it before, sometimes.

When you come down to my place, where should I take you out?, innocently thrown into the recording. Like as a date?

It was too flippant to be real but it had always made Dream happy, even if he cut it out from the final video, and so Sapnap knew it was never a big deal, really. Besides, it was fun to joke around with him, and everytime he laughed there was a tide of affection that rose through Sapnap⁠— slow, crashing, like the way a wave rolled into shore. The idea of love⁠—forsaken as that was⁠—always gave him a little rush of hope, almost pathetic in a way, that made him wish he’d get an answer out of him one of these days.

What kind of flowers should I get you? Roses? They’re your favorite, aren’t they?

He thought about the facetimes at midnight, where the room was so dim that his hair had looked brown, and the green of his eyes; the way he grinned so bright whenever he talked about his girlfriend.

It wasn’t his to take.

So, he texted. When would you be free?

He could work this out.

⁠—⁠—⁠—⁠—

“I don’t think this is working out.”

She was sitting in the passenger seat next to him, the car parked outside of her house, quiet as radio played some generic pop song that melted into the next.

“I know.”

She wasn’t looking at him, which made it almost worse than it already was. She wouldn’t say a word, she was staring out the window. Her gaze was almost unfocused, as if she were watching something very far in the distance. The reflection glared back at him in the dark of the evening.

And maybe it was cruel but he couldn't help but feel indifferent at it all. There was pain, sure— the same kind of pain that came with letting anyone go, but it was lighter. Different. It was mutable in a way, easy to ignore, and he found himself thinking about what to make for dinner instead, or if he had any homework due before his lecture tomorrow.

The car door opened. Closed. She never even said a goodbye.

He couldn’t blame her for that.

The music in the background kept going until the words and the melody faded into a dull static, and when he got home he crept up to his room.

He debated checking Teamspeak to see if anyone was online. There was no way he was going to be able to find Dream that night: he’d messaged him about big plans and she’s gonna love this gift I got her as they’d chatted aimlessly in his discord earlier.

I’m thinking maybe a fancy restaurant but— how fancy is too fancy, do you think? he’d asked. A dinner date, then. Sapnap couldn't help but close his eyes, and thought about Dream dressed all slick, and as the heat gradually rose to his face he knew he'd never be satisfied.

But Dream had a girlfriend who he loved very much; he stood no chance, regardless.

He glanced at the monitor. Maybe if he stayed up long enough he’d catch George and convince him to do a quick PVP match, if he woke up early. Sapnap’s first class tomorrow wasn’t until sometime midafternoon, anyways, so he could afford to stay up late.

His phone remained silent from its perch on his desk. She didn’t call or text him back, and he never did either.

⁠—⁠—⁠—⁠—

>i don’t think this is working out.

Dream’s message startled him awake as the small notification went off in his headphones.

There were papers scattered all over his desk, layered over the top of his keyboard and everything around it. It was normally never that bad, but now, knee-deep in midterms, organization has taken its role as the least important thing to worry about. Sapnap shoved them aside into some poor, forlorn pile to his right as he grabbed his mouse and opened up Discord to type out a reply.

>what??

He rubbed a hand over his eyes, glancing at the clock in the corner of his screen. One in the morning, which meant he had dozed off by accident over an hour ago. Another sound went off as Dream finally sent something back.

>how did you get over your breakup?

Breakup.

Breakup?

When had they broken up? Dream had seemed fine just yesterday, from what he could remember. He’d never come to him about any fights before, seemed happy. He sat there and looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember the last year, but all he could think of was the sound of Dream’s voice.

>just stay strong man

>it only hurts for a week

>or two or three

Sapnap watched the three dots fall as Dream stopped typing, and waited for a bit for a response. Minutes passed, and then an hour, and Sapnap went back to looking at his notes. He knew Dream better than almost anyone else, and he knew when he needed his space.

⁠—⁠—⁠—⁠—

“Don’t you think George is kinda cute?” Dream had asked one day, while they were playing on Hypixel together.

Sapnap's first thought is what?, and he sat there, dumbfounded, until he realized that it deserved to be said out loud.

“What?”

“You know what I mean! Kind of like a cat!”

Sapnap, in fact, did not know what that meant. He hadn’t even really known George all that well up until about a year or so ago, when Dream had pulled them in a Teamspeak channel together one day while brainstorming ideas for his new video.

Objectively, George was no cuter than a pigeon or something he’d pass on the street. He was fine, really, but Sapnap couldn’t see anything overly remarkable about him. Sapnap loved to bicker with him, and he was funny⁠—a little crazy, even⁠—but Dream thought he was hilarious even doing nothing at all. Dream waxed terrible poetry about his smile, praised the way he programmed, and always talked about the way his eyes had looked the one time he did a face reveal for a video.

Sapnap wasn’t really sure what to do with this information.

Dream likes him, he thought to himself later that night after George had joined the channel. Dream tried goading him into saying I love you while he was tossing him a stack of roses in-game, and George’s face flushed a funny shade of red as he finally said the words to get Dream to stop.

Sapnap looked at the two and buried his head in his hands. He stayed like that for a very long time.

⁠—⁠—⁠—⁠—

Eventually he had hit a breaking point.

They were streaming together, that’s how it went. They were streaming together, and Dream was riding off on another horse he’d picked up somewhere out in the near distance of their survival world. He was on his way to gather some more wood while he chatted with the viewers on Twitch in a relaxed lull.

Sapnap had been quiet for the most part, contented in his own small journey traversing the stripmine. He hummed along to some song from the chill beats playlist he’d pulled up half an hour ago as he tossed out andesite from his inventory. They had put George in charge of fixing a ruined flat of land near the tree farm, where it had only recently been wrecked by some creepers and poor timing. The battered holes had remained in the ground for about a week, until everyone was tired of being lazy and finally decided to do something about it. George sat there, where he complained for what must have been the last ten minutes about the lack of cobble to make stone bricks with and, well, Sapnap had figured he might as well get some more iron for all of them while he was at it.

“⁠—thank you for the dono,” Dream’s voice cut in, the rhythmic lilt of it so jarring that it snapped Sapnap out of his near daze as he dug along the grid patterns cut through stone. “Hi there. I love watching all of your videos! Can you tell George that you love him? And can you get him to say ‘I love you Dream?’ too?”

Sapnap looked over to the second monitor on his left, the donation box fading from the screen by the time he glanced at it. Dream’s stream silently continued to play in the background. He was towering up to reach the farthest edge of a large oak tree, inching towards the last log buried somewhere within the leaf blocks. The chat picked up as some fans started to bicker amongst themselves. Dream didn’t mind them—never did, really—and plowed on through with his reply.

“Haha, thank you. I’m glad you love watching them,” he said, not even missing a beat. “I tell George I love him all the time! He’s the one who never says it back. Geooorge, I love you.”

Suddenly how all of his collected material was sorted became the most interesting thing in the world to him. Sapnap took his time as he meticulously lined up the stacks for what felt like an hour. A second passed. George gave some kind of stilted laugh, the kind that he lets out when he feels too embarrassed to properly respond. Sapnap’s only thought was about the singsong way Dream called out that name in.

“See guys? It’s not my fault, I have no problem saying it! C’mon George, do it so they don’t waste their money. Just say I love you Dream.”

“I’m not saying that,” George butted in, his mic crackling a bit. His video was off but even then Sapnap could tell from how he said it that he was practically squirming in his seat. Coward. It wasn’t as if he’d never said it before, but he was always so camera shy⁠, especially with his crush—

Dream was still play-pleading for an answer, and so Sapnap decided to indulge him.

“Aww, Dream, you know I love you. You’ll always have my love, even if Georgie hates you.”

That got a reaction. Dream burst out in laughter as he breathily wheezed out a silly, off-tune heart been broke so many times while George started sputtering, trying to deny it.

Those two idiots. Sapnap’s been around them enough to know what flirting looks like. He thought about Dream, with his late night calls, where he bounced ideas off of Sapnap on what would get the best reaction from him in his newest video, and the way he had been doing it on and off for the past few months, now; George on his tiptoes until he ultimately stumbled into Sapnap’s DMs on Teamspeak, flustered over something Dream told him.

Coward, Sapnap thought, as he watched the two of them do their dance. He and George both were, he’d give him that.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

It was as much of a confession as he was going to give.

#dreamwastaken #sapnap #dreamnap #drapnap #DOES ANYONE USE THAT TAG???? IVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE CALL IT THAT #dreamnapists wya i'm here with some food #*shakes a box of cat treats*#howlfic

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isidar-mithrim · 5 years ago

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Souls of ink

Now, though, there was something she couldn’t talk about with any of her brothers.

Or better, someone.

[Read on Ao3]

Written for the prompt: “Think about someone who makes you feel good. What is it about their personality that you find appealing?” [Prompt Posse #3 by Hinny Discord]

Disclaimer: I freely used several quotes from CoS

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Ginny was sitting on the bed, her fingers grazing the dark cover of the diary she’d found among her second-hand books. The thrill she’d felt upon finding out all the pages were blank was still pulsing in her veins: it was like an extra birthday present, and she couldn’t wait to use it. A little voice was saying she should have probably hand it over so her parents could give it back, but she ignored it. After all, the diary was fifty years old: that Tom Riddle guy was never going to miss it.

Flicking through the pages, Ginny felt the urge to write something down.

She’d never thought about having a diary, before; there had always been at least one brother she could speak or write to if one of the others had driven her mad, and in the not-so-rare occasions all of them had acted like prats, she had vented with her mum, yelled in their faces, or stolen their brooms behind their backs.

Now, though, there was something she couldn’t talk about with any of them, something that was heartwarming and embarrassing at the same time, something that made her stomach squirm.

Or better, someone.

With her heart pounding in trepidation, Ginny opened the diary on her crossed legs, dipped a new quill in a bottle of red ink (she couldn’t afford to waste the black one), and traced the letter with slow, careful movements.

This diary belongs to Ginny Weasley

The red ink looked like blood on the yellowish paper, but the writing had come out nicely. Ginny was about to draw a flourish under it when the ink shone brightly on the paper and then, as though it was being sucked into the page, vanished.

She gaped at the blank page, bewildered. That was why Tom Riddle had never used it, then: it didn’t work.

Ginny tightened her grip around the quill, her eyes prickling in frustration. Of course she had to find something useless and broken and – and suddenly, unexpectedly, words oozed back out of the page, written in her very own ink.

Hello, Ginny Weasley. My name is Tom Riddle. It’s very nice to meet you.

The sentence faded away as quickly as her own words had, but not before she could read them. She stared at the page with a thundering heart, not daring to trust her eyes. How was that even possible? How could a diary answer to her? Sure, the mirror in her bathroom talked, not to mention Aunt Muriel’s portraits, but this felt… odd. More personal. More intimate.

Taking a deep breath, she laid the quill on the paper.

Her words sank into the page once more, and she waited.

Hi, Ginny. Could you tell me what year is this?

1992

It’s been fifty year since my diary was made, then. I wonder how did you come by it.

I found it between old books

I’m glad you did, Ginny. I hope we’ll become great friends.

Not sure how to feel about being friend with a book, Ginny settled for a vague answer.

I’ve never had a diary before

I’m glad this is your first, then.

I don’t really know where to start

You can talk to me about everything you want.

You won’t tell anybody?

I won’t. Your secrets are safe with me. No one else will be able to read what you write.

Ginny bit her bottom lip. It’d be wonderful to have someone willing to listen about her feelings for Harry without taking mickey, but how could she trust him?

Promise me you’re not some joke by Fred and George

Who are they?

Just my stupid brothers

They’re always up to something

Well, I am not. I won’t ever hurt you, Ginny. I’m sorry that they don’t treat you well.

She felt a pang of guilt.

They’re not that bad, she hurried to write.

You were upset at the idea they could mock you, though. I think they should treat you better.

Ginny kept staring at the page even after the words had vanished.

Tom was right: she had been upset at the idea, and they should treat her better.

It was easy, for them, to make fun of her: they could always count on each other, they didn’t know what it meant to be the only girl, to be the youngest one, to stay alone in that big house when they were all away. And now Ron had made new friends, now he had Harry Potter – Harry Potter! – and that Hermione, and he’d forgotten about her.

I hate that they don’t let me play Quidditch with them, she scribbled, pressing her quill on the page.

I don’t blame you, Ginny. It sounds very mean.

They think I’m weak just because I’m the youngest, and a girl.

How old are you?

I’ve just turned eleven

You’re about to go to Hogwarts, then.

Ginny smiled, a wave of excitement washing over her.

I am! My letter came two weeks ago, and I’ve bought all my books and stuff today! I even got a wand!

Are your Hogwarts books the ones you found me in, then?

Yes! I had to buy half of them secondhand, but you’ll never believe who gave me the other half!

Let me guess. Merlin?

Ginny giggled.

You’re so silly, Tom! But no. It’s someone even better

Better than Merlin? I can hardly believe that.

I swear it!

Come on, try again!

It has to be Dumbledore, then.

Ginny pressed a hand against her mouth to stifle a laugh.

No! He’s younger than him

A wizard, then. When did he become famous?

Ten years ago

Then I’m afraid I’ve never heard of him, Ginny. I only know what I’ve learned before this diary was made.

Now that Tom had said it, it sounded obvious, and she felt stupid for not realising it. She dipped the quill in the ink, ready to apologise, but new words began appearing on the papers.

I can learn new things, though.

Ginny sucked in a breath, and her hand trembled in anticipation while she wrote the next line.

Would you like me to tell you about him?

I’d love to. He must be very generous, if he gave you half of the books you needed.

A shiver of excitement run down her spine. Here it was, the proof that Tom was interested, that he would understand, that he’d appreciate how great Harry was.

Her handwriting got messy, and blots of red ink dropped on the paper.

It was Harry Potter! In person! I still can’t believe it! He just put them in my cauldron, like it was the most normal thing in the world!

He must be an exceptional wizard, to impress a girl like you.

He’s the bravest I know!

I assume he doesn’t have a white beard, if he’s younger than Merlin and Dumbledore.

Hahaha no of course he hasn’t!

He has black hair that are always messy and gorgeous green eyes and he’s so handsome, Tom!

How old is he?

He turned twelve a week ago. I still can’t believe his birthday is so close to mine! I’m so sorry I missed it

Twelve? How can he be such a capable wizard at twelve?

He defeated You-Know-Who when he was only one year old!

Not even Merlin could have done that!

You-Know-Who?

Ginny inhaled sharply. How could she be so stupid? Of course Tom hadn’t heard about You-Know-Who. She’d much prefer not talking about him, but she couldn’t let Tom down. She swallowed and dipped the quill into the bottle.

He was a very dark wizard

We don’t say his name

Why?

We just don’t

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I understand if you’re scared. You don’t have to feel ashamed because of it.

I’m not scared! scribbled Ginny, outraged.

It’s not just me that doesn’t say his name! Nobody does!

He must have been very powerful, then.

A surge of odd annoyance rushed through her body.

He was really bad

He hated Muggles and Muggleborn, and he killed a lot of people

Including my uncles

This sounds terrible, Ginny. Now I can see why the Wizarding World doesn’t use his name. Even if I’d like to know it, not telling me was very considerate of you. Thank you.

Ginny breathed deeply. Getting mad a Tom for not knowing things wasn’t the solution. He had asked her to explain, and she had done a poor job at it. She had to keep her temper in check. He deserved her patience.

I can tell you, if you want

You really would? I’d hate to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with.

It’s okay

I’ve never written it before, but I know how do it

I’m touched, Ginny. It’s incredibly brave of you to offer.

It’s not a big deal

It’ll disappear in a moment as all the other words

You’re right, it will. You’re remarkably bright, other than brave.

Ginny had to bite her lips to keep herself from beaming.

Thank you so much, Tom

It means a lot

It’s the truth. Are you sure you want to do it?

Of course

His name was

Voldemort

That is indeed a frightening name. I almost wish I didn’t ask you. We’re very lucky that Harry Potter defeated him. I wonder how he did it, at such a young age.

You-Know-Who threw a Killing Curse at him, but he survived

He survived the Killing Curse?

Tom handwriting had got sloppier, but Ginny understood: she still couldn’t believe it either.

Yes

Nobody knows how

But he has a lightning scar where he was hit

I’ve seen it

What happened to You-Know-Who?

He’s gone

Gone? Do you mean dead?

He just vanished

Nobody knows what happened exactly

This is all very fascinating, Ginny. Thank you so much for telling me.

Of course

Was it the first time you’ve seen Harry Potter, today?

You won’t believe it, but he’s staying at our place!

He’s Ron best friend

Who is Ron?

Another brother. He’s an year older than me, as Harry

They met at Hogwarts

And they fought against an evil teacher to protect the Philosopher’s Stone! They say he wanted to give it to You-Know-Who to make him come back!

This is really impressive, Ginny. You’re lucky to know him. He seems like a really brave wizard.

Oh, Tom, he is! And he’s not only brave! He’s generous, and modest, and polite, and kind and that idiot of Malfoy was so awful, it was obvious that Harry hadn’t ask for it today, it was all Lockhart’s fault, but then Malfoy called me his girlfriend in front of him and it was so embarrassing!

Malfoy? Is he another of your brothers?

Ginny wrinkled her nose at the mere idea.

No, thank God! He’s just a stupid boy from Ron’s year, and he’s a Slytherin, and he hates Harry because his father was friend with You-Know-Who and because Harry is a great seeker and Malfoy is jealous of him! My brothers didn’t let me play with them the other day, so I’ve never watched him on a broom but Percy said he’s as good as Charlie and I can’t wait to watch him playing at Hogwarts! I still can’t believe that he’s Ron best friend, and that he’s here, in this house, sleeping in Ron’s room, and I keep getting red as a tomato every time he looks at me, Tom, it’s awful! Last day I sent all my porridge on the floor just because he came in the kitchen, I don’t know what to do! You have to help me!

I will, Ginny. I’ll do everything I can to make him see what a wonderful girl you are. I promise he won’t ever forget about you.

#fanfic #fanficiton #harry potter #prompt posse #prompt posse 3 #hinny discord #missing scene #canon compliant #chamber of secret #tom riddle diary #ginny weasley #hinny #tom riddle #diary #weasley #the formatting is awful sorry XD

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fanficbank · 4 years ago

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Sidney Chambers and The Narrow Gate #3

Mr and Mrs Chapman invited Audrey to her stepdaughter Isabel’s wedding, after a fairly dramatic case of her mother’s passing and the father of her baby making a run for it, Isabel found love with a kind carpenter who managed to fall in love with Isabel and her baby. Jack, Mrs C’s husband, pulled out all the stops for his only daughters wedding. A beautiful winter ceremony at midday followed by a grand wedding buffet at the Royal Hotel. She’d met Isabel numerous times and was very fond of her little boy Timothy. She was happy for Isabel and it made her consider getting married herself seeing them so happy.

“Its the perfect time for you to meet everyone, Jacks gone and invited the whole village!” Audrey was adjusting the flowers at the end of the pew with Mrs C, she had come early to help with the preparations. Jack grew up in Grantchester and left when he was only 16 travelling the world, now in his 50s he wants to reconnect with his hometown and finally be a father to Isabel.”who knows you might meet a nice lad!” Audrey almost laughed at that, she has kept some hope despite her youthful heartbreaks but it still seemed unlikely to her.

“One can only hope Mrs C!” Her eyes lingered on to the altar that was quite a bit higher than the floor of the church, making who ever stood there, she assumed, to look quite grand,”it’s quite high the alter” she thought out loud.

“It used to be a catholic church, the altar is the only thing that remained past the 16th century” they met at the last pews near the entrance of the church. “I know I give him quite a bit of grief but when he’s at his best and he’s on that altar, it’s like the Holy Spirit comes through him” Audrey saw the pride in Mrs Chapmans eyes as the latter stared at the altar.

“You almost sound as if you miss him” she went back to a adjusting the last of the flowers.

“Well as you know he hasn’t been around much lately, I was scared he was loosing his way with that damned wo...” She stopped herself looking directly behind Audrey. “And where have you been!?”

Speak of the devil,Sidney had come in with a woman just behind him. She had a beautiful dark grey coat over her dress with the sleeves and neckline lined with fur and a matching fur hat.Audrey suddenly felt quite plain and wished she had used more eyeliner. She had on a perfect red lip, her big brown eyes beautifully lined, her brow clean and straight making her look like a fairy. Not a perfectly curled hair out of place. She felt slightly underwhelming in her dark green pea coat and black fascinator. The two of them entering together made the seem Like teenagers getting caught.

“I was just picking up Amanda, she’s coming to the wedding” Amanda moved forward next to him and smiled at Mrs C. This must be his girlfriend, she concluded.

“It’s good to see you again Mrs Chapman” Mrs C pursed her lips inward and shifted her eyes between the two.

“Yes Mrs Hopkins, how nice of you to join us, is your husband here as well?”Oh...ohh. Audrey was not expecting that. Where’s Leonard when you need him!? Mrs M asked the question but she didn’t seem to need answer. Audrey felt like she was the one intruding despite the fact she was there first.

“Unfortunately not, he’s in London for business” she said tightly. She glanced up at Sidney who looked equally uncomfortable. His eyes settled on Audrey, taking in her appearance. He never seen her like this before, put together and dressed up. Audrey’s eyes were so dark you could barely see her pupil and they were framed with her thick lashes and eye make up, making them look mysterious but inviting. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun partly hidden by her fascinator and for the life of him he could not help but notice her full lips painted in a warm peach colour. He looked almost relieved and took his chance to move the conversation along.

“Audrey! Mrs C mentioned you were coming” he shifted the attention to Audrey in hopes that social politeness would lighten up this interaction. They had decided to drop formalities and call each other by their first name after she celebrated her new job with them. Amanda seemingly alarmed by the familiarity finally looked at Audrey.

“Mrs Hopkins” Mrs M cut in, again with a lot of emphasis on the Mrs.”this is Miss Houghton, she’s the new junior archivist for Grantchester Library.” Amanda smiled warmly at Audrey and shook her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you” She didn’t seem like she was from Grantchester, all her formality and posture made her seem more suited to the city. Her diamond earrings looked like they could have cost more than her parents house. Sidney suddenly looked nervous and decided he should get ready for the ceremony.

“I’ll see you at the reception!” He said rushing off behind the alter.

“Come Mrs Hopkins, you shouldn’t stand too long in your condition” Audrey wondered what she meant but quickly lost her thought when guest started coming in. She had promised Mrs C to help the guests with their seats.

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The wedding proceeded at twelve o’clock precisely, Isabels’ little boy Timothy almost stole the show as the ring bearer, his fluffy hair littered with a bit of snow and his now and cheeks red from the cold. Isabel walked down the aisle on Jacks arm in a modest tea-length wedding dress with a caged pillbox hat and a bright red lip. Jack kissed her forehead and sat next to his wife, his eyes wet. Audrey sat on the same pew with Leonard and Amanda either side of her. Sidney stood at the alter in front of the happy couple the light from the large arched windows behind him making him look majestic.

The wedding went on and ended with Sidney’s conclusion. “Edmond and Isabel, today you have chosen each other in the most important sacrament of your lives, marriage, it is an unbending bond meant to fulfil and encourage you both to be better servants of God. May your love weather through the trials of marriage and life together as one flesh forever and ever amen” There was a solemn moment until Sidney broke into a wide smile and proudly announced the couple.”Mr and Mrs Edmond George! You may now kiss the bride!” Edmond planted a fairytale kiss on his bride and thus the celebrating commenced.

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ava-candide · 5 years ago

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T'aint right, t’aint fairas Prudie, the Poldarks’ housekeeper, would say. Poldark is nearing its end; let the Sunday-night-swoon audience rend its garments. It returns next month for a fifth series then that’s your lot: game over. No more shots broodily staring out to sea, no more dramatic galloping at full pelt across Cornish clifftops making me worry for that horse. But, at least, a rest for the poor overworked six-pack of Aidan Turner, whose performance as Ross Poldark has held thousands of middle-aged ladies in thrall.

And here I am sitting 2ft away from him in a tiny room at the British Film Institute in London, a man whose abdominal muscles are the most “celebrated”, by which I mean “leered over”, in Britain. “You’re a ‘hot property’, ” I tell him as if he somehow hasn’t noticed his own naked torso appearing incessantly in every newspaper and magazine since 2015. “Do you feel like a hot property?” He looks horrified. “No, I don’t,” he says, smiling through a bushy black beard. “I don’t think I’d want to know anyone who [called themselves] a hot property. That gives me the heebie-jeebies.” Good answer. Anyone who refers to themselves as a hot property is obviously a massive tool.

I assume the beard (the Daily Mail said it made him “unrecognisable”, but he is totally recognisable) is for a part in an “exciting” new project, which, he says, involves working with a director he admires but, alas, he can’t tell me what it is. “I’m so sorry, it’s boring; it sucks,” he apologises (he means having to be secretive, not the production, just to be clear).

So how does he feel to have pulled off Ross’s tricorn hat and ravished Demelza (Eleanor Tomlinson) in that small Nampara bed for the last time? Turner, 36, has spent about a third of his working life on Poldark. Does it feel the right time to drop the curtain? “It feels storywise that this is the right time. It just seemed the right time in every possible way. It has been an incredible journey for all of us . . . but it’s a long shoot. I think we’re all ready to do other things.” I say I hope he had a suitably tearful farewell with Seamus, Ross’s trusted black horse who has built up such a fan-base that he is known as “famous Seamus”. Turner became very close to him, sometimes having a nap on his back between scenes. He thinks they have a similar personality: “We’re both Irish.” So how was the big goodbye?

“It’s kinda sad,” Turner says. “I was gutted.” For a terrible moment I’m imagining a glue factory, but it turns out he never said farewell to the horse. “With everything else when the job was wrapping up I remember the last time I wore the boots and the last time I wore the tricorn hat and the jacket, and the last time I did a scene with Eleanor in the kitchen. And I really marked it because I wanted to remember it. With Seamus I thought I was going to see him again; but then a scene got pulled we were going to use him for . . . so I never got to say a proper goodbye. I was really gutted.” Seamus lives in York. Might he go and see him? “Maybe I will. I should drop Mark, the trainer, an email and pop down and say hello and take him for a run-out.” A reunion? There lies a payday for the paparazzi.

This is the first of the BBC series not adapted directly from the Winston Graham novels (first dramatised by the BBC in 1975 starring Robin Ellis). There was a gap of ten years in the books and Debbie Horsfield, who has written every episode of the five series, has bridged the gap between novels seven and eight using information gleaned from the later works, to keep the characters at their present ages. The Graham estate thinks she has a great affinity with the novels. It is a strong first episode, with new characters and suggests, shall we say, that Elizabeth’s death is affecting the mental health of George Warleggan (played splendidly by Jack Farthing) more than we realised. After our conversation there is a Q&A and a screening of the episode at the BFI, but Turner says he thinks he’ll duck that bit because he feels uncomfortable watching it with an audience. “I’m not very good at that. I find it a bit strange.” He is quite shy and endearingly modest for a man so lusted after. At one point some traffic noise erupts outside and he jumps up to close the window for the sake of my Dictaphone which, trust me, not every actor would do.

How boring has he found the enormous fuss and objectification over his six-pack, prompted by a famous scything scene? “I get asked a lot. It’s par for the course,” he says. “It certainly doesn’t irritate me; it’s not something I regret doing, so it’s not something I ever care to avoid talking about. I just don’t find it that interesting.”

Turner, who was born in a suburban town near Dublin and attended drama college there, probably first became well known to British TV audiences in Being Human, after which Peter Jackson cast him as a dwarf in The Hobbit. But it was Ross Poldark who has made him famous. He says he’ll most likely miss Ross —“I love him; he’s a flawed character; he’s real” — though it’s early days. Is there anything he won’t miss? He seems flummoxed for a moment. “It’s good that I have to struggle a bit for that actually,” he says. “There’s nothing I hated and despised on the show. I’m used to early mornings. I’d love to be able to give you a bit of gossip but there’s nothing . . . Maybe living in rented accommodation.”

There have been reports of rows between him and Eleanor Tomlinson on set, usually over protecting their own characters in the show. She has joked that they squabble like an old married couple. “I don’t think we fall out often and certainly nothing serious. If there was ever any tension between us it was purely to do with work because we care a lot,” he says. “These conversations came later, the last two or three years. As we became more invested we felt we had more to lose because the show was successful, but it was always very professional. Eleanor’s an intelligent girl, conscientious, polite and articulate, so it never got into any screaming matches or anything. I was always really interested in what she had to say.” He starts laughing. “And most of the time she was right.”

I wonder if he minds the level of fame that has come with Poldark. Recently the actor Richard Madden (Bodyguard) revealed that he deliberately wore the same clothes and carried the same cup of green juice every day in the same way so the paparazzi couldn’t get a different picture and would lose interest. Turner says he tried that, but the photographer waiting outside the theatre (he was performing in The Lieutenant of Inishmore, for which he got rave reviews and a Stage debut award ) told him he could change the colour of his T-shirt in a heartbeat. “And the next day he showed me! He changed my T-shirt to pink and the colour of my jeans.” But he doesn’t mind the attention from the public. “People are usually very nice and polite. I like to see the best in people.”

He rarely reads reviews or his own interviews, never uses social media and is guarded about his private life, namely his American girlfriend, Caitlin Fitzgerald, with whom he was pictured recently on a red carpet (they met on the set of a film they both starred in: The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then Bigfoot). He has also been photographed walking her dog, Charlie. When I mention Fitzgerald he raises both palms: “I can’t say anything about that,” he says, again apologetically. I imagine all those swooning fans would rather not hear about it anyway. For the record, he says he splits his time between London, Dublin and New York. Does he fancy big Hollywood films? “Wherever the work is,” he says.

He believes this fifth series is the most exciting yet and promises the issue of Valentine’s parentage will be a big story (the little boy who plays him and may be Ross’s secret son looks spookily like him, right down to the hairdo). “It’s a great story for George Warleggan; Jack is brilliant. He’s amazing, a real talent.” By the end will the audience be sad or happy, Aidan? “I don’t know,” he says cryptically. “Some people might be happy; some people might be delighted.”

But it might not be game over, actually. He does not completely rule out returning to it in ten years’ time when he is old enough to play the more mature, wrinklier Ross (Horsfield has said “never say never”). However, he says a lot of things would need to be in place. All the actors would need to be available, the Graham estate would have to agree, and most of all the audience would still need to want it, which is the most important point. Television moves on so fast these days. “It would be silly, though, to say that it’s completely off the table,” he says.

So was he emotional at the end as it all wound down? “That last day I think it was just myself and Eleanor in the bedroom at Nampara, which was lovely,” he says. “It felt like the right way to finish and probably the right place as well. Yeah, it was quite emotional.” They still had the work to finish, the call sheet to complete, but “it was lovely just to be with her”. Afterwards, when it was done, he says it was — and he searches for the right phrase — “a bit shocking. It just feels surreal because it’s over.” For him, yes, but not for us. Not quite yet.

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John Prine was an Army veteran walking a U.S. Postal Service beat in Chicago and writing songs on the side when Kris Kristofferson heard him and helped spread the word about Prine’s gifts. Pretty soon, he resigned as a letter carrier; his supervisor snickered, “You’ll be back.” Nearly 50 years later, this January, he was given a lifetime achievement Grammy for his contributions to songwriting. The singing mailman almost always had the last laugh.

Prine, who died on Tuesday from complications of the coronavirus, was legitimately unique. He took familiar blues themes — my baby left me — but filled them with whimsy and kindness. He liked a saucy lyric, and wrote movingly, in character, of the quiet lives and loneliness of humdrum people. He seemed like a Zen sage and offered an uncynical live-and-let-live morality in his songs, writing in a colloquial voice that revealed a love of the way Americans speak. He showed how much humor you could put in a song and still be taken seriously. He had less in common with any other songwriter than he did with Mark Twain.

He grew up in Maywood, a western suburb of Chicago, and was reared by working-class parents from Kentucky, where he often spent summers with relatives and fell in love with country music and bluegrass. By 13, he was performing in rural jamborees. When he debuted in 1971, in his mid-20s, he sounded like an old man already, so years later, when he got old and went through two cancer treatments, he still sounded like himself. From his first to his last, he wrote songs that were tender, hilarious, and wise, without grandstanding any of these traits. Here are 15 of the best.

‘Angel From Montgomery’ (1971)

“Angel From Montgomery,” his best-known song, begins with a little declarative startle: “I am an old woman, named after my mother.” It’s an incisive and terrifying look at the dissatisfactions of a bad marriage and a woman’s sense of being economically trapped in her misery. Bonnie Raitt recorded it three years later and uncovered some of the song’s dormant melodies.

‘Your Flag Decal Won’t Get You Into Heaven Anymore’ (1971)

Prine’s self-titled 1971 debut album is a playlist all its own; it has more great songs than a lot of respected songwriters have in their entire careers. The moral stance of this sprightly folk-rock ditty is a response to what he saw as sham patriotism during the Nixon years, and it remains relevant: “Jesus don’t like killing/No matter what the reason’s for.” Prine, a former altar boy, stopped playing it live for a number of years, but when George W. Bush became president, Prine said, “I thought I’d bring it back.”

‘Hello in There’ (1971)

Some fans and critics are put off by this song and its slightly lesser companion, “Sam Stone,” which they see as performative displays of sensitivity toward the vulnerable, or what we now call virtue signaling. Yet somehow, we don’t ever criticize singers for signaling vices and meanness. Prine sings in the voice of an old married man with a dead son, who spends his days in silence and loneliness, and who at the end of the song, asks people to be kind to the elderly.

‘The Frying Pan’ (1972)

For his second album, “Diamonds in the Rough,” Prine assembled a small, mostly acoustic band and pursued a front-porch, Appalachian simplicity. Like a lot of his songs, this one takes a lighthearted view of domestic complications: A man comes home and discovers his wife has run off with a traveling salesman. He cries miserably, recounts what he loved about her (“I miss the way she used to yell at me/The way she used to cuss and moan”), and full of pride, comes to the wrong conclusion: Never leave your wife at home.

‘Please Don’t Bury Me’ (1973)

For people who love Prine’s music, there’s some small solace in listening to his songs about death, which have the same sense of mischief and acceptance as the ones about broken marriages. (Try “Mexican Home” or “He Was in Heaven Before He Died.”) The narrator is dead, and as angels explain to him how it happened, they also recap his last wish: to not be dropped into a cold grave, but to be put to practical use, as an organ donor: “I’d druther have ’em cut me up/And pass me all around.” A kind of recycling anthem from his terrific third album, “Sweet Revenge.”

‘You Never Can Tell’ (1975)

Almost like an apology, Prine concludes “Sweet Revenge,” a grieving, downhearted album, with an exuberant Chuck Berry cover, one great writer nodding to another. The Memphis R&B guitarist Steve Cropper produced the record and put together a crack horn section, which pushes ahead of some barrelhouse piano. Prine wasn’t a rocker, but he could rock.

‘That’s the Way the World Goes Round’ (1978)

Prine seemed to have an unlimited ability to expand and vary songwriting structures and perspectives. This track, which has been covered by Miranda Lambert and Norah Jones, has two verses: In the first, the narrator describes a drunk who “beats his old lady with a rubber hose,” and in the second, the narrator gets stuck in a frozen bathtub (it’s hard to explain) and imagines the worst until a sudden sun thaws him out. Both verses illustrate the refrain: that’s the way the world goes round. Even when circumstances are bad in Prine songs, he favors optimism and acceptance.

‘Iron Ore Betty’ (1978)

A lot of Prine songs celebrate physical pleasure: food, dancing and sex, which he gallantly prefers to call “making love.” The working-class singer in this soulful, up-tempo shuffle feels unreserved delight at having a girlfriend (“We receive our mail in the same mailbox/And we watch the same TV”), and wants us to know he and Betty aren’t just friends (“I got rug burns on my elbows/She’s got ’em on her knees”). OK guy, we get it.

‘Just Wanna Be With You’ (1980)

A stomping number from “Storm Windows” in the style of Chuck Berry, with the Rolling Stones sideman Wayne Perkins on guitar. Prine’s lyrics don’t distinguish between reality and absurdity — they don’t clash, they mix — and here’s one more way to say you’re happy and in love: “I don’t even care what kind of gum I chew.” And another: “Lonely won’t be lonesome when we get through.”

‘Let’s Talk Dirty in Hawaiian’ (1986)

Prine had a sideline in novelty songs, which give full voice to his comic absurdity, throwaways that are worth saving, including the 1973 semi-hit “Dear Abby,” and this now-problematic number from “German Afternoons” inspired by a paperback book called “Instant Hawaiian.” Prine and his co-writer Fred Koller began making up Hawaiian-sounding nonsense words full of sexual innuendo, and Lloyd Green added airport-Tiki-bar bar steel guitar for maximum faux authenticity. You can say Prine’s loving disposition makes the song OK, and you can also say it doesn’t.

‘All the Best’ (1991)

After five years away, Prine returned with “The Missing Years,” a Grammy-winning album produced by Howie Epstein, Tom Petty’s bass player. The singer in this gentle, masterly miniature claims to want good things for an ex-lover, but feelings aren’t simple: “I wish you don’t do like I do/And never fall in love with someone like you” twists the knife. Now recording for his own label, Oh Boy Records, Prine was about to hit a hot streak.

‘Lake Marie’ (1995)

Bob Dylan, who was a huge fan, called the haunted, mysterious “Lake Marie” his favorite Prine song, and who are we to disagree with Dylan on the topic of songwriting? Even though Epstein’s booming production draws too much attention to itself, “Lost Dogs + Mixed Blessings” is full of winners: the simple, loving ballad “Day is Done,” the rapid-fire doggerel of “We Are the Lonely” and the calm, ornery “Quit Hollerin’ at Me,” where Prine tells his wife that the neighbors “already think my name is ‘Where in the hell you been?’”

‘In Spite of Ourselves’ (1999)

Prine was diagnosed with cancer, and doctors removed a tumor from the right side of his neck, which took away his already-modest ability to project his voice. But incredibly, his stolid singing was now perfect for harmonies, and he cut a duets album called “In Spite of Ourselves” with female country and Americana singers. On its one original song, Prine and Iris DeMent trade backhanded compliments (“She thinks all my jokes are corny/Convict movies make her horny”) that read like a divorce complaint, but turn out to be only pillow talk.

‘Some Humans Ain’t Human’ (2005)

At seven minutes and three seconds, this track from “Fair and Square” is the longest song on any of his studio albums. A cloud of slide guitar keeps this soft waltz afloat and allows Prine to express his disapproval of, if not contempt for, so-called humans who lack empathy for others. There’s a couplet that is clearly about George W. Bush, and Prine noticed that some audience members were surprised by it. “I never tried to rub it in anybody’s face, but I thought it was pretty clear that I wasn’t a closet Republican,” he told the Houston Press.

‘When I Get to Heaven’ (2018)

In 2013, doctors removed the cancerous part of Prine’s left lung, which sidelined and weakened him. It’s hard now to listen to his final album, “The Tree of Forgiveness,” which was nominated for three Grammys, and not think that Prine heard the clock ticking louder. There’s so much tenderness in “Knockin’ on Your Screen Door,” about a man whose family left him with only an 8-track tape of George Jones, and in the elegiac, reassuring parental entreaty “Summer’s End.” In the last song, “When I Get to Heaven,” Prine describes his ideal afterlife: a rock band, a cushy hotel, a girl, a cocktail (“vodka and ginger ale”) and “a cigarette that’s nine miles long.” He removes his watch, and asks, “What are you gonna do with time after you’ve bought the farm?”

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allwaysofpersonalitytyping · 5 years ago

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Breaking Down The Social Hierarchy

Alpha male

He is the leader, the dominant one, The Bad Boy. This guy is a manly man, confident and extroverted. He is the one who enforces the social rules yet breaks them at the same time.

He grew up an active child and was always the leader of his friends. In high school, he was the prom king and captain of the football team, but also the school bully. Two years after his graduation, he became the president of his fraternity house. And finally, he is the higher up boss in the workplace.

He speaks his mind and isn’t afraid to talk down to a woman. Women of all types gravitate to him.

An alpha male most likely has the MBTI type of an ENTJ, ESTJ, or ESTP.

Their spirit animal is a lion, the king of the animal kingdom.

Strengths: athletic, intelligent, direct, assertive, realistic, mature, hardworking, excellent communication skills

Weaknesses: domineering, rude, insubordinate

How he views himself: I have goals I need to achieve. Everything else is a waste of time.

How others view him: That guy is at the top of everything.

Examples: George Washington, Alexander the Great

Alpha female

She is the Bad Girl, the baddest bitch in the room. The alpha female is very feminine, as in fact, she is the most ladylike and knows her manners. She is outgoing, elegant, and decisive.

The Alpha female may be a bitch or big hoe but she definitely has class. She uses drugs, drinks, and has sex moderately.

She grew up as a tomboy during her childhood, then became a girly girl. In high school, she is the prom queen, head cheerleader, the most popular girl in school. Like her male counterpart, she becomes president of her sorority house in college and higher up boss in the workplace.

She thinks before she speaks, is a good listener, and interrupts only when necessary. Men don’t intimidate her and she is completely comfortable being around them. The Beta male is her perfect match as he complements her personality.

An alpha female most likely has the MBTI type of an ENFJ or ESFP.

Her spirit animal is, of course, the queen bee.

Strengths: graceful, intelligent, mature, socially adept, assertive, realistic, hardworking, excellent communication skills

Weaknesses: bossy, high-maintenance

How she views herself: I’m not going to waste time because I need to pursue my dreams.

How others view her: She always gets her way.

Examples: Queen Elizabeth II, Oprah Winfrey, Claire (The Breakfast Club), Regina George (Mean Girls), Tomoyo Sakagami (CLANNAD)

Beta male

The Beta male is the opposite of the alpha male in every way. He is submissive, a Nice Guy, a natural born follower.

He is a shy, introverted guy who is boyish in both appearance and personality.

This is the guy who blindly follows the rules and never questions them.

Unlike the Alpha, he is rather unathletic and less intelligent.

The Beta was the teacher’s pet in high school, the wannabe, the loser, a nerd and dork. He is the high school bully’s main target. This definitely carries in the workplace as they’ll always be working for and under the Alphas.

Beta males like alpha females but they usually get friendzoned. If the Alpha female doesn’t reciprocate his feelings, he ends up with his female counterpart, the Beta female.

A Beta male most likely has the MBTI type of an INFP.

His spirit animal is a dog because of his loyalty and obedient nature.

Strengths: introspective, agreeable, hardworking

Weaknesses: poor communication skills, weak-willed, lack of confidence, ill-at-ease, immature, passive aggressive, talks more than listen

How he views himself: What if they don’t like me?

How others view him: That guy is such a beta! He couldn’t even ask a girl out.

Examples: Justin Timberlake

Beta female

Like her male counterpart, she is the Good Girl. Beta females are the stereotypical girly girls. They are shy and introverted like their male counterparts.

She has always been the Alpha female’s best friend, right-wing woman since childhood.

She doesn’t have the problems her male counterpart does when in comes to dating. She’s 2nd in place to the Alpha female in getting guys. Being naturally submissive, she needs a strong man so the Alpha male would be her perfect match.

A Beta female most likely has the MBTI type of an INFP or ESFJ.

Strengths: bubbly, idealistic, innocent, hardworking

Weaknesses: naive, hyper, lack of confidence, passive aggressive

How she views herself: I’m not that pretty.

How others view her: She’s sweet but I would rather hang with an alpha female because they’re always chill and at ease.

Examples: Princess Diana, Bridget Jones (Bridget Jones Diary), Gretchen and Karen (Mean Girls), Orihime Inoue (Bleach), Nagisa Furukawa (CLANNAD)

Gamma male

He has the traits of both the Alpha male and the Beta male. The Gamma male is neither a leader nor follower. He is ambiverted, fun-loving, relaxed, and easy to talk to.

In high school, he is a Class Clown or a “freak”.

Gamma males are as successful in getting girls. He would be a perfect match for the Delta female.

A Gamma male most likely has the MBTI type of an ENTP or ISTP.

In high school, she is a Thespian or a “freak”.

Strengths: friendly, approachable, witty, clever, inventive, individualistic, hardworking, good communication skills

Weaknesses: inconsiderate, rash, aggressive

Examples: Martin Luther King Jr, Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach)

Gamma female

She is psychologically dominant, but socially rejected.

In high school, she was a Thespian or a “freak”. She’ll most likely work freelance

She would be a perfect match for the Delta male.

A Gamma female most likely has the MBTI type of an ENFP, INFJ, or ISFP.

Her spirit animal is a bird as she is free spirited.

Strengths: original, artistic, creative, outgoing, hardworking

Weaknesses: too loud, aggressive

Examples: Rosa Parks, Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games), Cady (Mean Girls)

Delta=Normal

Psychologically submissive, socially acceptable

Deltas are average people who don’t lead nor follow.

In high school, they’re the team players on their sports teams

A person with a Delta personality has the MBTI type of an ESFJ, ISTJ or ISFJ.

A Delta will most likely end up with a Gamma or another Delta.

Strengths: stable, sensible, down-to-earth

Weaknesses: mediocre

How Deltas view themselves: I wonder what it’s like to not be normal?

What other people think about them: A normal guy/girl would also make a good boyfriend/girlfriend.

Lambda

LGBT community

Lambda males are openly gay men while Lambda females are tomboys. Non-binary individuals are lambdas as well.

Strengths: open minded

Weaknesses: too liberal

Examples: Aja, Kaitlyn Alexander, Batwoman, Poison Ivy, Willow (Buffy), Santana and Brittany (Glee), Damian (Mean Girls)

Omega

Omega=Invisible

psychologically submissive, socially rejected

Omegas are the people who stay in the background. They are inactive, taciturn, and timid people. Their presence is weak which makes them unnoticeable. They get scared easily and thus avoid these situations at all costs.

They’re the new freshmen in high school, the outcast

Omegas are the people least likely to be hired because of timidity, laziness, and lack of participation. But when they do get hired, they’re at the bottom of the ladder.

A person with an Omega personality has the MBTI type of an ISFJ, ISFP, INTP, or INFP.

They’re lucky if they even get asked out.

Strengths: low-key, careful, humble, modest, sensible, unpretentious, hardworking

Weaknesses: timid, taciturn, lethargic, unreliable

How Omegas view themselves: I’m too scared to do anything.

What other people think about them: I forgot that guy/girl exists. He/she doesn’t talk much.

Sigma=Lone Wolf

rebel

Sigmas are similar to Gammas except they are antisocial yet somehow beat the Alpha in the social game.

The high school stereotype of a Sigma is an emo, goth

Sigmas are con artists

The person with a Sigma personality has the MBTI type of an ENTJ, ENTP, INTJ, ISTP, or INTP.

Sigmas are usually attracted to only other Sigmas.

Their spirit animal is a wolf, obviously.

Strengths: same as Alpha

Weaknesses: careless, hostile

How Sigmas view themselves: Fuck the hierachy! I’m going to say that to the Alphas and see what happens because I don’t give a shit.

What other people think about them: Damn, the loner just owned that Alpha!

Examples: Janis (Mean Girls)

Theta male

Theta female

Zeta

Zetas are unattractive people who completely lack social skills.

They’re the creeps, stalkers, and weirdos

Their friends are imaginary since even animals hate them.

They never get laid

Strengths: original, creative

Weaknesses: socially inept, mentally unstable

How Zetas view themselves: I’m Alpha and everyone is jealous of my status.

What other people think about them: Ew! No one likes that guy/girl.

Examples: Tyler Downing (13 Reasons Why), Michael and Dwight from The Office, Napoleon Dynamite

As much as hierarchies suck, they unfortunately still exist. You’re extroverted and confident, you’re an Alpha. You’re shy and introverted, you’re a Beta. You’re ambiverted, you’re a Gamma. You’re like most people, you’re a Delta. You’re quiet and timid, you’re an Omega. You’re antisocial, you’re a Sigma. You’re socially inept, you’re a Zeta. Of course we shouldn’t label ourselves as we’re dynamic and not limited to what we genetically are because nobody’s perfect.

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Anti-Love Collection Track List

Below the cut is a list of every track on every disc of the Anti-Love Album. I thought pretty seriously about going through and linking to music videos and bandcamp and whatnot, but, yeah, that’s not happening tonight.

Disc One(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises)

1. Could You Use Me? Harry Groener and Jodi Benson 2. Hit the Road, Jack Ray Charles and the Raelettes 3. Down with Love Caxton Swing 4. You're No Good Linda Ronstadt 5. It Ain't Me, Babe The Turtles 6. Already Gone The Eagles 7. Paradise By the Dashboard Light Meatloaf 8. Don't Believe a Word Andy Taylor 9. I Will Survive Gloria Gaynor 10. I've Done Everything for You Rick Springfield 11. Love Stinks The J. Geils Band 12. Don't You Want Me The Human League 13. Goodbye to You Scandal 14. Love's Been a Little Bit Hard on Me Juice Newton 15. I Could Be Happy Altered Images 16. What Do All the People Know The Monroes 17. Jukebox (Don't Put Another Dime) The Flirts 18. No More Words Berlin 19. She Don't Love Nobody Nick Lowe 20. So In Love Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 21. Let Your Love Go Bread

Disc Two(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Would I Lie to You Eurythmics 2. Keep Your Hands to Yourself The Georgia Satellites 3. Twisting They Might Be Giants 4. I Don't Want Your Love Duran Duran 5. One More Minute Weird Al Yankovic 6. What Part of No Cactus Country 7. Itty Bitty Little Single Solitary Piece O' My Heart Lari White 8. That Was Yesterday Wynonna Judd 9. Jane Barenaked Ladies 10. Better Things to Do Terri Clark 11. Bury the Shovel Clay Walker 12. No News Lonestar 13. Spiderwebs No Doubt 14. She Won't Change Her Mind The Band with Rocks In 15. Me Neither Brad Paisley 16. Waste Smash Mouth 17. Goodbye Earl Dixie Chicks 18. Giving up on Love Ataris 19. Kiss This Aaron Tippin 20. Last Chance to Lose Your Keys Brand New 21. It's Only Me (The Wizard of Magicland) Barenaked Ladies

Disc Three(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Can't Hold Us Down Christina Aguilera feat. Lil Kim 2. The Frug Rilo Kiley 3. A Man/Me/Then Jim Rilo Kiley 4. Nothing Came Out The Mouldy Peaches 5. All That She Wants Ace of Base 6. You Oughta Know Alanis Morissette 7. The More You Ruv Someone Avenue Q 8. Roses Outkast 9. Day Tripper Live 10. Sexx Laws Beck 11. Vienna Billy Joel 12. Sunday Girl Blondie 13. You Don't Own Me The Blow Monkeys 14. You Give Love a Bad Name Bon Jovi 15. Protons, Neutrons, Electrons Cat Empire 16. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Cyndi Lauper 17. Mix Tape Avenue Q 18. 31st & M The Daycare Stranglers 19. Fuck It (I Don't Want You Back) Eamon 20. Inside Out Eve 6 21. Beep The Pussycat Dolls feat. will.i.am

Disc Four(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Just One of Those Things Frank Sinatra 2. Just Friends Gavin Degraw 3. Defying Gravity Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth 4. Sugar Tick Tick Boom Cast 5. Gold Digger Kanye West feat. Jamie Foxx 6. Bag of Money The Low Life 7. Scotty Doesn't Know Lustra 8. I'm So Alone The Mad Caddies 9. World at Large Modest Mouse 10. Get Over It OK Go 11. People Got to Be Free The Rascals 12. Tainted Love Soft Cell 13. Don't Do Me Like That Tom Petty 14. What's Love Got to Do with It Tina Turner 15. He Wasn't Man Enough Toni Braxton 16. Undone (The Sweater Song) Weezer 17. Funny Honey Renee Zellweger 18. I'll Never Be Jealous Again Reta Shaw and Eddie Foy, Jr. 19. Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me Ambient Irony 20. Dirty Little Secret All American Rejects

Disc Five(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Will you Love Me Tomorrow The Shirelles 2. Desperate But Not Serious Adam Ant 3. Ready to Run Dixie Chicks 4. I'm Gonna Miss Her Brad Paisley 5. Love Is Hell Ryan Adams 6. It Ain't None of Your Business Missing Persons 7. Stupid Boy Keith Urban 8. Before He Cheats Carrie Underwood 9. You Don't Love Me Anymore Weird Al Yankovic 10. The Song That Goes Like This Christopher Sieber and Sara Ramirez 11. (I'm Gonna) Run Away Joan Jett and the Blackhearts 12. I'm Not in Love Talking Heads 13. You Keep Me Hangin' On Kim Wilde 14. Don't Let's Start Common Rotation 15. That's Enough of That Mila Mason 16. Leave in Silence Depeche Mode 17. Sign of the Times The Belle Stars 18. Break Your Heart Barenaked Ladies 19. Signs of Life Journey 20. Cell Block Tango The Six Merry Murderesses of Cook County Jail

Disc Six(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Designated Drinker Alan Jackson and George Strait 2. Video Game Heart All Girl Summer Fun Band 3. Twisting They Might Be Giants 4. Fighter Christina Aguilera 5. Found Out About You Gin Blossom 6. What Is This Feeling Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel 7. Therapy Amy Spranger and Raul Esparza 8. Since U Been Gone Kelly Clarkson 9. Number One John Legend feat. Kanye West 10. Material Girl Madonna 11. Build Me Up, Buttercup The Goops 12. Schadenfreude Natalie Venetia Belcon and Rick Lyon 13. Happy Now Gwen Stefani 14. Why Don't You Get a Job Offspring 15. Cry Me a River Justin Timberlake 16. Ugly Ugly Mustache Girl The Skakabobs 17. You Don't Know How It Feels Tom Petty 18. Pink Triangle Weezer 19. Let Me Be Lonely Will Hoge 20. Buttons The Pussycat Dolls 21. My Love (The Christian Bale Experience) Sweet Tired Kitten

Disc Seven(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Let's Hear It For Love Smoking Popes 2. She Hates Me Puddle of Mudd 3. In and Out of My Life (In a Day) The Pandoras 4. Cry of the Wild Goose Frankie Laine 5. Way Away Yellowcard 6. Blue Monday New Order 7. Kerosene Miranda Lambert 8. Don't Shed a Tear Paul Carrack 9. Ghost of Love The Proclaimers 10. I Write Sins Not Tragedies Panic at the Disco 11. Smile Lily Allen 12. Goodbye Says It All BlackHawk 13. Careless Memories Duran Duran 14. Nowhere Girl B-Movie 15. Hard to Be a Husband, Hard to Be a Wife Chely Wright and Brad Paisley 16. Not About Love Fiona Apple 17. Take Out the Trash They Might Be Giants 18. U + Ur Hand Pink 19. Good News Neurotic Outsiders 20. Love You Jack Ingram 21. Time for Me to Fly REO Speedwagon 22. What Is This Thing Called Love? John Barrowman

Disc Eight(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Stripped, Part 2 Christina Aguilera 2. Girls Lie, Too Terri Clark 3. What Goes Around Comes Around Justin Timberlake 4. Believe Cher 5. Subtract One Love (Multiply the Heartaches) Cake 6. Knock 'Em Out Lily Allen 7. All That She Wants Ace of Base 8. You Don't Love Me The Kooks 9. You're So Damn Hot OK Go 10. Billie Jean Michael Jackson 11. Losin' You Amy Millan 12. Oh, Goddamnit Hot Hot Heat 13. You Oughta Know Alanis Morissette 14. You Don't Own Me The Blow Monkeys 15. Girls Beastie Boys 16. Next Ex-Girlfriend Bowling for Soup 17. Never There Cake 18. You Are Everything The Low Life

Disc Nine(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Love Potion No. 9 The Searchers 2. My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It) En Vogue 3. Liberty Duran Duran 4. Da Da Da I Don't Love You You Don't Love Me Aha Aha Aha Trio 5. Hole in My Head Dixie Chicks 6. Your Woman White Town 7. Murderess Power Station 8. Good as Gone Little Big Town 9. One Night in Bangkok Murray Head 10. Endicott Kid Creole & the Coconuts 11. Kiss You Off Scissor Sisters 12. I'll Take You Back �� Brad Paisley 13. New Toy Lene Lovich 14. Every Word Means No Let's Active 15. Broke in Two They Might Be Giants 16. My Friends Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter 17. He Can't Quit Her Gary Allan 18. When You're in Love The Proclaimers 19. Don't Think You'll Be Missed Aileen Stanley with the Virginians 20. Why Say Anything Nice? Barenaked Ladies

Disc Ten(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Don't Trust Me 3OH!3 2. Atari Lucky Boys Confusion 3. Get Over It OK Go 4. So What Pink 5. Have I Been a Fool Jack Penate 6. Flavor of the Weak American Hi-Fi 7. There's a Fine, Fine Line Stephanie D'Abrazzo 8. 99 Problems Jay-Z 9. Don't Want You Back Backstreet Boys 10. You Turn the Screws Cake 11. Breakin' Up Rilo Kiley 12. More Boys I Meet Carrie Underwood 13. They'll Need a Crane They Might Be Giants 14. Should've Said No Taylor Swift 15. Hound Dog Elvis Presley 16. Take Me or Leave Me Rent 17. Your Kisses are Wasted on Me The Pipettes 18. Just a Girl No Doubt 19. Bust Your Windows Jazmine Sullivan 20. Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It) Beyonce Knowles 21. There You Go Pink

Disc Eleven(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. I Hate Myself for Loving You Joan Jett 2. Her Royal Majesty James Darren 3. What If I'm Right? Sandi Thom 4. I Hear You Knockin' Fats Domino 5. Go Your Own Way Fleetwood Mac 6. He'll Have to Stay Jeanne Black 7. Du Hast Rammstein 8. Ampersand Amanda Palmer 9. Another Girl The Beatles 10. Can't Do It Today Gary Allan 11. No Scrubs TLC 12. Cold Cold Heart Tony Bennett 13. Gunpowder and Lead Miranda Lambert 14. True Romance She Wants Revenge 15. Brand New Lover Dead or Alive 16. Ex-Girlfriend No Doubt 17. Nothing Suits Me Like a Suit Neil Patrick Harris, et al 18. Don't Say You Love Me Erasure 19. Red Rubber Ball Cyrkle 20. Strange Reba McEntire 21. Mr. Spock Nerf Herder 22. See You Later Alligator Bill Haley and His Comets

Disc Twelve(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Right as Rain Adele 2. She Ain't Got LeToya Luckett 3. Fly on the Wall Miley Cyrus 4. Telephone Lady Gaga feat. Beyoncé 5. Love Drunk Boys Like Girls 6. Bye Bye JoDee Messina 7. Analysis of a 1970s Divorce David Dondero 8. I'm Not Crying Flight of the Conchords 9. Every Breath You Take Police 10. You Owe Me an IOU Hot Hot Heat 11. It's Over John Legend feat. Kanye West 12. Mood Ring Relient K 13. Picture to Burn Taylor Swift 14. Gives You Hell All American Rejects 15. Hit Em Up Style Blu Cantrell 16. Beautiful Girls Sean Kingston 17. It's Oh So Quiet Bjork 18. Pastures Lil' Justice

Disc Thirteen(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Fox on the Run Sweet 2. Angel in Your Arms Hot 3. Say It Right Nelly Furtado 4. Gimme Three Steps Lynyrd Skynyrd 5. Heartbreaker Pat Benatar 6. Don't Bet Money, Honey Linda Scott 7. Two Out of Three Ain't Bad Meatloaf 8. Too Many Fish in the Sea The Marvelettes 9. Pet Name They Might Be Giants 10. Cold as Ice Foreigner 11. Jezebel Frankie Laine 12. Dark Lady Cher 13. (She's So) Selfish The Knack 14. Evil Woman Electric Light Orchestra 15. Lipstick on Your Collar Connie Francis 16. Stereo John Legend 17. Too Fast James Marsters 18. I Don't Wanna Go on with You Like That Elton John 19. It's My Life Talk Talk 20. Cold Hearted Paula Abdul

Disc Fourteen: Suck It, Marshall(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Told You So Barenaked Ladies 2. The Sign Ace of Base 3. Bulletproof La Roux 4. Victim of Love Erasure 5. I'll Never Fall in Love Again Kristin Chenoweth and Sean Hayes 6. Are You Fucking Kidding Me? Kate Miller-Heidke 7. Leeds United Amanda Palmer and the Born Again Horny Men of Edinburgh 8. Bringin' Me Down Andy Taylor 9. Alejandro Lady Gaga 10. Go Where You Wanna Go The Mamas and the Papas 11. Hate on Me Jill Scott 12. Shop Around Smokey Robinson and the Miracles 13. Anti-Love Song Raven-Symoné 14. Don't Come Around Here No More Tom Petty 15. King of Anything Sara Bareilles 16. Endgame Tommy Körberg and Barbara Dickson 17. I Am a Rock Simon and Garfunkel 18. Don't Ask Me OK Go 19. Gonna Get Along Without Ya Now Patience and Prudence 20. I Quit Hepburn 21. The Mixed Tape Jack's Mannequin

Disc Fourteen-and-a-Half: The Robot Falls in Love (Static Cling) 1. Rolling in the Deep Adele 2. Rolling in the Deep David Choi 3. Rolling in the Deep Jodie Aysha 4. Rolling in the Deep Kina Grannis 5. Rolling in the Deep David Cook 6. Rolling in the Deep Wonderland 7. Rolling in the Deep PS22 Chorus feat. Denise 8. Rolling in the Deep Adele, Jay-Z, Biggie Smalls, and Voodoo Farm 9. Rolling in the Deep Tahj Mowry 10. Rolling in the Deep Tim Halperin 11. Rolling in the Deep Melissa Tojones 12. Rolling in the Deep Mike Posner 13. Rolling in the Deep Chris Ning 14. Rolling in the Deep Haley Reinhart 15. Rolling in the Deep Darius Dante 16. Rolling in the Deep John Legend 17. Rolling in the Deep (live on Ellen) �� Adele

Disc Fifteen(Aberration, Inc.)

1. Just You Wait My Fair Lady 2. You Can Make Him Like You The Hold Steady 3. Like a Boy Ciara 4. Marionette The Marvelettes 5. Through with You Maroon 5 6. Bye Bye Baby Janis Joplin 7. Let It Die Foo Fighters 8. Blow It Out Ludacris 9. Take It Easy (Love Nothing) Bright Eyes 10. The Line Skakabobs 11. Fuck You Cee Lo Green 12. Grenade Bruno Mars 13. Jar of Hearts Christina Perri 14. Love the Way You Lie Eminem feat. Rihanna 15. Potential Break-Up song Aly & AJ 16. Cooler Than Me Mike Posner 17. What the Hell Avril Lavigne 18. Tired Adele 19. My Give a Damn's Busted JoDee Messina 20. Ignorance Paramore 21. Hot and Cold Katy Perry

Disc Sixteen(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Almost Sorry Scissor Sisters 2. Drama! Erasure 3. Stop Draggin' My Heart Around Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty 4. Runaway Baby Bruno Mars 5. I Have Learned Barenaked Ladies 6. All Cried Out Redux Jill Scott (feat. Doug E. Fresh) 7. If Only Grey Delisle and Neil Patrick Harris 8. Nobody's Side Elaine Paige and Murray Head 9. Human Charlene Kaye 10. Maneater Hall & Oates 11. Mr. Big Stuff Jean Knight 12. Used to Love U John Legend 13. Bad Medicine Bon Jovi 14. Treat Me Right Pat Benatar 15. We'll Sing in the Sunshine Gale Garnett 16. The Last Song Tim Halperin 17. Bills, Bills, Bills Darren Criss and the Warblers 18. Modern Girl Sheena Easton 19. Chain of Fools Aretha Franklin 20. Dreams Be Dreams Jack Johnson

Disc Seventeen(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Dead Memories Slipknot 2. Poison Alice Cooper 3. Paper Gangsta Lady Gaga 4. Maneater Nelly Furtado 5. These Boots Are Made for Walkin' Nancy Sinatra 6. 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover Paul Simon 7. Stutter Joe Walker 8. Solitaire Laura Branigan 9. Runaround Sue Dion and the Beltones 10. Life Goes On Little Texas 11. Me Party Amy Adams and Eric Jacobsen 12. Coin-Operated Boy The Dresden Dolls 13. Smoochy Smoochy Pukey Pukey Harry and the Potters 14. I Know There's Something Going On Frida 15. Evil Ways Santana 16. Your Cheating Heart Joni James 17. Harden My Heart Quarterflash 18. Rest in Peace James Marsters 19. That'll Be the Day Linda Ronstadt 20. (I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone The Monkees 21. Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye Steam

Disc Seventeen-Plus(Static Cling) 1. Ready to Go (excerpt) Nicholas Strauss and Brian Holden 2. Please Don't Touch Me Megan Mullally 3. I Want You, But I Don't Need You Momus 4. The Longest Text Message Childish Gambino 5. Makin' Whoopie Amanda Palmer 6. Fuck You/Gonna Get Over You Sara Bareilles 7. Getting Rid of Britta Eric Christian Olsen, Chevy Chase, and Tom Wolfe 8. Geek in the Pink Jason Mraz 9. Look It Up Ashton Shepherd 10. Poison Bel Biv DeVoe 11. Used to Love Her Guns N' Roses 12. Irreplaceable Beyoncé (feat. Ghostface Killah) 13. How to Write a Love Song Axis of Awesome 14. The Girl Next Door (To Everybody Else) George Watsky 15. I'm Tired Madeline Kahn 16. Jubilation Day Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers 17. Making Circles Christian Kane 18. Tyrone Erykah Badu 19. The Rake's Song The Decemberists 20. The Succubus Isaac Hayes and Trey Parker 21. There Ain't Nothing Like a Dick Nicholas Strauss and Devin Lytle

Disc Eighteen(Static Cling) 1. She Runs Tim Halperin 2. Boy Toy Tanya and the Hot Girls 3. Misery Maroon 5 4. Grown Man Cry Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra 5. Ooh La La Counting Crows 6. The Truth About Love P!nk 7. Bones Gary Allan 8. Good Girl Carrie Underwood 9. I Don't Think She's in Love Anymore Charlie Pride 10. I'm Not Your Toy La Roux 11. Kids Childish Gambino 12. Lesson in Leavin' Jo Dee Messina 13. Mockingbird Rob Thomas 14. Say You're Sorry Sara Bareilles 15. Can't Wait to Say No to You TalkFine 16. You Lie The Band Perry 17. I'll Feel a Whole Let Better The Byrds 18. Turn on the Radio Reba McEntire 19. Bye Bye Baby OK Go 20. Leave the Pieces The Wreckers

Disc Nineteen(Static Cling) 1. Rumour Has It Adele 2. Woman Up Charlene Kaye 3. No Surprise Daughtry 4. Nylons in a Rip Nikka Costa 5. How Am I Doin'? Dierks Bentley 6. Hermione The Moaning Myrtles 7. Baby Don't Get Hooked on Me Mac Davis 8. The Apartment Song Tom Petty 9. I'm Like a Bird Nelly Furtado 10. At Seventeen Janis Ian 11. Le Disko Shiny Toy Guns 12. Strippers Ghost of the Robot 13. You Don't Like Me They Might Be Giants 14. Shame on You Jerry Minor 15. The More I Learn (The Less I Understand About Love) Ronna Reeves 16. Bad Blood Natalie Lungley 17. To Be a Man Brian Holden and Joseph Walker 18. Her Daddy Was a Dalek, Her Mummy Was a Non-Stick Frying Pan Martin Gordon 19. Men The Forester Sisters 20. Rashida Jones Prometheus Brown and Bambu 21. All You Really Need Is Love Brad Paisley 22. Alone with You Jake Owen 23. Wind It Up Barenaked Ladies

Disc Twenty(Static Cling) 1. You Will See Me dan le sac Vs Scroobius Pip 2. Pumpkin Soup Kate Nash 3. Girls Ain't Nothing but Trouble The Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff 4. Sigh No More Catherine Tate and David Tennant 5. Tough Goodbye Gary Allan 6. Survivor Destiny's Child 7. Trade Mistakes Panic at the Disco 8. I Don't Wanna Be in Love Good Charlotte 9. Poison Apple Charlene Kaye 10. Hey Robin, Jolly Robin Paterson Joseph 11. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing Jack Johnson 12. Blow Me (One Last Kiss) P!nk 13. Better off with Him A 14. Let Her Rip Dixie Chicks 15. Don't Think Twice It's All Right Bob Dylan 16. Shut Up Black Eyed Peas 17. I Hate Everything About You Three Day's Grace 18. Eden Sara Bareilles 19. Amsterdam Guster 20. Erase Me Ben Folds Five 21. Good Day The Dresden Dolls

Disc Twenty.Five: Keep Your Hands off Will You Damn Fancy Cannibal(Static Cling) 1. Goldberg Variations: Aria Glenn Gould 2. Sympathy for the Devil The Rolling Stones 3. Fee Fi Fo The Cranberries 4. Civilized Man James Marsters 5. A Place Called Home Kim Richey 6. Gravity The Dresden Dolls 7. For Reasons Unknown The Killers 8. A Formidable Marinade Mikelangelo and the Black Sea Gentlemen 9. Your Own Worst Enemy They Might Be Giants 10. Temptation VAST 11. Exterminate, Regenerate Chameleon Circuit 12. Thankless Job Anthony Stewart Head 13. Demons Guster 14. Let's Kill Tonight Panic at the Disco 15. Crime and Passion Duran Duran 16. Polly Nirvana 17. Hello, My Treacherous Friends OK Go 18. I Know Things Now Danielle Ferland 19. Monster Lady Gaga 20. One Tiny Thing 8in8 21. Stand By Me Mona 22. Vide Cor Meum Patrick Cassidy 23. Hannibal (Censored) oswinlost

Disc Twenty-One: The Oklahoma Legacy OR Musical Anachronism(Static Cling) 1. Girl in a Country Song Maddie & Tae 2. Mister Nice Guy Invisible Inc. 3. You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told) The White Stripes 4. What You Call Love Guster 5. Because It's Not Love (But It's Still a Feeling) The Pipettes 6. Upside Down Barenaked Ladies 7. Lasso Sister Sparrow and the Dirty Birds 8. Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Nico Vega 9. If Your Kisses Can't Hold the Man That You Love Rasputina 10. Epiphany Chrisette Michele 11. Wishing He Was Dead The Like 12. Stunner dan le sac Vs Scroobius Pip 13. Forgot to Laugh Bridgit Mendler 14. Delayed Devotion Duffy 15. Switch TLC 16. I Love It Icona Pop feat. Charli XCX 17. Leaving You Behind Amanda Blank 18. Love Don't Love You En Vogue 19. Drowning Banks 20. Building a Wall Brian d'Arcy James 21. Truce The Dresden Dolls

Disc Twenty-Two(Static Cling) 1. Dickhead Kate Nash 2. Love Is Like a Bottle of Gin The Magnetic Fields 3. Same Old Love Selena Gomez 4. Burn Phillipa Soo 5. Turn Me Loose Loverboy 6. So Long Guster 7. Free Fallin' Tom Petty 8. Love Sick Bob Dylan 9. Look for the Woman dan le sac and Scroobius Pip 10. Opposite of Blue Raining Jane 11. Leave Barenaked Ladies 12. L.A. Devotee Panic at the Disco 13. How to Be a Heartbreaker Marina and the Diamonds 14. The Sad Truth Shauna Carrick 15. Here Alessia Cara 16. Hungover Heart Gary Allan 17. Cupid's Got a Shotgun Carrie Underwood 18. Ex's & Oh's Elle King 19. If This Is It Huey Lewis and the News 20. You Rascal You Hanni El Khatib 21. Merry Happy Kate Nash

Disc Twenty-Three(Static Cling) 1. Casanova (Your Playing Days Are Over) Ruby Andrews 2. You Finally Said Something Good (When You Said Goodbye) Teddy Thompson 3. Allez-vous En Kate & Anna McGarrigle 4. By the Sea Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp 5. One Night Stand The Pipettes 6. You Can't Go By That Ricochet 7. Goodies Ciara feat. Petey Pablo 8. Neutron Dance Pointer Sisters 9. Trouble Avicii 10. Smoke Rings in the Dark Gary Allan 11. So Gone John Legend 12. You're Easy on the Eyes Terri Clark 13. Better to Leave Jordan Brown 14. Second Chance Shinedown 15. Ballad of Mr. Steak Kishi Bashi 16. Hunter's Kiss Rasputina 17. The Jeep Song The Dresden Dolls 18. My First Stalker Watsky 19. Parasites San Fermin 20. End Love OK Go

Disc Twenty-Four(Static Cling) 1. Doin' It By Myself Guster 2. Me, Myself, and I G-Eazy feat. Bebe Rexha 3. Duct Tape Heart Barenaked Ladies 4. Instant Pleasure Rufus Wainwright 5. Please Don't Tell Her Jason Mraz 6. Mr. Know It All Kelly Clarkson 7. Set Me Free Leela James 8. Turning Tables Adele 9. Hard Hearted Hannah Bea Arthur 10. Here I Go Again Whitesnake 11. 455 Rocket Kathy Matea 12. She Had the World Panic! at the Disco 13. Heartbeat Childish Gambino 14. Your Love Is a Lie Simple Plan 15. Flake Jack Johnson 16. Little Rock Reba McEntire 17. Four Little Diamonds Electric Light Orchestra 18. What Makes You Cry The Proclaimers 19. The Fog Overcoats 20. Sorry Beyonce 21. Motherfucker Got Fucked Up Folk Uke

Disc Twenty-Five(Static Cling) 1. Welcome to Hell Saoirse Ronan, Cecliy Strong, Kate McKinnon, Aidy Bryant 2. A Kiss Is Not a Contract Flight of the Conchords 3. Leave Me Alone The Veronicas 4. Simple Machine Guster 5. I'm Moving On Chyvonne Scott 6. Daddy Lessons �� Beyonce 7. As the Crow Flies Gary Allan 8. Five Minutes dan le sac vs. Scroobius Pip 9. Love Will Tear Us Apart Joy Division 10. Now I Know Lari White 11. That's My Girl Fifth Harmony 12. Bling Bling Junglepussy 13. Bye Bye Bye *NSync 14. It Was a Shit Show Santino Fontana 15. Paper Mache (Single A.F.) Miss Eaves 16. Daria Cake 17. Sleeping Beauty Helen Trevillion 18. Justice for Lavender Shauna Carrick 19. Philosopher San Fermin 20. No Means No (But So Do Other Things, Too!) Grumpy Princess 21. Flirtin' El Pus 22. Pink Lemonade Watsky with Invisible Inc. 23. Stake a Claim dan le sac vs. Scroobius Pip

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