#harry sees himself as a tool for the company

[ask-the-bastard-boss]

“Ha. All I have is customers. Jake,, is usually… busy. Ha.. but that’s fine. I understand fully. It’s apart of the job.”

Yo! Your friendly neighborhood timekeeper here! I believe this is yours? Is it not? Anyways! Enjoy.

[!! restart in mind; Take a Steven!! Who in all honesty probably looks slightly beat up. Nothing bad, probably just the usual stuff. But, Junior gave him a sticker!]

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@steven-reblogs

oh- oh! steven! What are you doing here? How have you been?

[daimonclub]

100 awesome great quotes

100 awesome great quotes 100 awesome great quotes, a collection of great aphorisms by famous authors to stimulate your thoughts, ideas, reflections and ways of dealing with reality. Vulgus (Mundus o Populus) vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. (The world wants to be deceived, and so it is.) When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. Marcus Aurelius Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well. Jack London Why is it that people with the most narrow of minds seem to have the widest of mouths? Lewis Carroll The art of politics and war serve above all to provide concrete empirical evidence for the understanding of human imbecility. Carl William Brown Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the river. Listen to the ocean. Rumi Art is the incessant effort to compete with the beauty of flowers and never succeed. Marc Chagall Pain is a strange thing, you feel like you've reached the top and then you realize you've just started the climb. Pain has no limit, endurance does. Andros In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose. Friedrich Nietzsche The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us. Voltaire Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the society of intelligent women. Leo Tolstoy If the only tool you have is a hammer, you tend to see every problem as a nail. Abraham Maslow Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat. Harry Emerson Fosdick A sign of intelligence is an awareness of one's own ignorance. Niccolo Machiavelli

100 awesome great quotes The whole world is a small place and has always been a big mess, so be prepared. Carl William Brown The aim of argument, or of discussion, should not be victory, but progress. Joseph Joubert When the listener does not understand the speaker and the speaker does not know what he is saying: this is philosophy. Voltaire Don't get so tolerant that you tolerate intolerance. Bill Maher When we are no longer able to change a situation – we are challenged to change ourselves. Viktor E. Frankl The great and tragic problem about artificial intelligence is that it is strongly influenced by natural stupidity. Carl William Brown We are all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding. Rudyard Kipling The time you enjoy waisting is not wasted time. Bertrand Russell Most people when they come to you for advice, come to have their own opinions strengthened, not corrected. Josh Billings The enjoyment of power inevitably corrupts the judgment of reason, and perverts its liberty. Immanuel Kant A writer who says that there are no truths, or that all truth is ‘merely relative,’ is asking you not to believe him. So don’t. Roger Scruton Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. Joseph Addison A philosopher who says: "There are no truths, but only interpretations" risks the retort: "Is that true, or only an interpretation?." Roger Scruton Where pain, risk, anxiety, memories, dissatisfaction and death roam, there my destiny was forged. Carl William Brown Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart. Roy. T. Bennett One day machines will be able to solve all problems, but none of them will ever be able to pose a problem. Albert Einstein

Awesome quotes and aphorisms I desire to go to Hell and not to Heaven. In the former I shall enjoy the company of popes, kings and princes, while in the latter are only beggars, monks and apostles. Niccolò Machiavelli Great men are always of a nature originally melancholy. Aristotle Rest, nature, books, music, such is my idea of happiness. Leo Tolstoy Once a disease has entered the body, all parts which are healthy must fight it: not one alone, but all. Because a disease might mean their common death. Nature knows this; and Nature attacks the disease with whatever help she can muster. Philippus A. Paracelsus Without literature, life is hell. Charles Bukowski Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke. Hermann Hesse The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we tried to restrain it. Giacomo Casanova “Classic”: A book which people praise and don't read. Mark Twain The thing about smart people is they sound like crazy people to stupid people. Albert Einstein I hate victims who respect their executioners. Jean-Paul Sartre All passions are good when one masters them; all are bad when one is a slave to them. Jean-Jacques Rousseau Tolerance become a crime when applied to evil. Thomas Mann To win any battle, you must fight as if you are already dead. Miyamoto Musashi It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on. Marilyn Monroe The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think and what you do is who you become. Heraclitus The first method for estimating the intelligence of a ruler is to look at the men he has around him. Niccolò Machiavelli The paradox is a telescope for the stars and a microscope for the minimal bodies. Lèon Bloy There must be someone who keeps pushing the boundaries of the ridiculous. Ennio Flaiano Life is not worth living unless it is lived for someone else. Albert Einstein Before the internet we thought that stupidity was due to a lack of information. Today we know it wasn't for that. Carl William Brown

Great awesome quotes and aphorisms Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. Henry James The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman. Jonathan Swift It is a hard thing to leave any deeply routined life, even if you hate it. John Steinbeck He who considers disease results to be the disease itself, and expects to do away with these as diseases, is insane. It is an insanity in medicine, an insanity that has grown out of the milder forms of mental disorder in science, crazy whims. James Tyler Kent I know a cure for everything. Salt water in one form or another, sweat, tears or the salt sea. Karen Blixen I am a human being, I think that nothing is alien to me. (Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto.) Terenzio One-quarter of what you eat keeps you alive. The other three-quarters keeps your doctors alive. Ancient Egyptian proverb POLITICS is the ONLY profession where you can LIE, CHEAT, and STEAL, and still be respected. Mark Twain Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal. Albert Einstein The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you will be free. Margaret Atwood Born this way, in a place where the masses turn idiots into successful heroes. Charles Bukowski A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes. Ludwig Wittgenstein Just as the largest library, badly arranged, is not so useful as a very moderate one that is well arranged, so the greatest amount of knowledge, if not elaborated by our own thoughts, is worth much less than a far smaller volume that has been abundantly and repeatedly thought over. Arthur Schopenhauer The reward of sin is death? That’s hard. Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas. If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us. Christopher Marlowe All my life to find the center, and in the end the circumference explodes. Carl Willliam Brown Teach someone to be a writer and he will be poor for the rest of his life. Anonymous The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men. Plato There's no coming to conciousness without pain. Carl Jung Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable. Voltaire My Crown is in my heart, not on my head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones: Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy. William Shakespeare

100 awesome aphorisms Men are born ignorant, not stupid; they are made stupid by education. Bertrand Russell The intelligent man solves problems. The wise man avoids them. The stupid man creates them. And if the world is full of problems, there must be a reason. Albert Einstein The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins. Soren Kierkegaard If you see everything gray in front of you, move the elephant. Indian proverb A wise man never knows all. Only fools know everything. African proverb I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend. William Shakespeare Commitment is an act, not a word. Jean-Paul Sartre I have great faith in fools, self-confidence, my friends will call it. Edgar Allan Poe Many who are self-taught far excel the doctors, masters, and bachelors of the most renowned universities. Ludwig von Mises Politics is the entertainment division of the military industrial complex. Frank Zappa Do not be so open-minded that your brain falls out. G.K. Chesterton There is absolutely no common sense, it is common non-sense. Henry David Thoreau He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. Friedrich Nietzsche If they are wise, do not quarrel with them; if they are fools, ignore them. Epictetus Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be master of their feelings and thoughts. Anton Chekhov The ability to sit and do nothing when there is no trade is a skill. Golden rule So in everything: power lies with those who control finance, not with those who know the matter upon which the money is to be spent. Bertrand Russell When it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion. Voltaire Focus on effort, not results. Marcus Aurelius Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind. William Shakespeare

100 great aphorisms and awesome quotes The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum. Noam Chomsky There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. Virginia Woolf Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks. Sappho I have turned my life upside down. Before I was sad and depressed; now I am depressed and sad. David Frost Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions. Woody Allen The world has suffered more from the ravages of ill-advised marriages than from virginity. Ambrose Bierce Agree or Disagree? It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear. Italo Calvino The history of a soldier's wound beguiles the pain of it. Laurence Sterne Every man desires to live long, but no man wishes to be old. Jonathan Swift In politics, virtues should be flaunted, never put to the test. Roberto Gervaso What does not deserve the name of generosity is nothing more than one of the many forms of ostentation and pomp. Arturo Graf Life is a pill that no one can swallow unless it is golden. Samuel Johnson Don’t miss these other similar posts: Wise quotes from the Ancients 100 golden quotes and aphorisms 100 wonderful quotes and aphorisms 100 admirable quotes and aphorisms 100 magnificent quotes and aphorisms 100 brilliant quotes and aphorisms 100 famous quotes and aphorisms 100 memorable quotes and aphorisms 100 excellent quotes and aphorisms 100 top great quotes and aphorisms 100 superlative quotes and aphorisms 100 super worthy quotes and aphorisms 100 great quotes on love Great and famous philosophy quotes Quotes by authors Quotes by arguments Thoughts and reflections Essays with quotes Read the full article

[denimbex1986]

'Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal's film All of Us Strangers is a profoundly intimate story that takes every viewer through a lived-in experience to reflect on their own journey!

Every once in a while, we come across a film that feels like a watching experience where we aren't able to move even after the credits start rolling. All of Us Strangers is precisely that! It's one of those films that feel like one giant soul-crushing hug! This fantasy romance uses magical realism to talk about grief that remains a part of you even after losing someone years ago, taking time to say goodbye to find closure and reigning in acceptance to make peace with things. Most of all, it deals with the inherent loneliness that comes with it all.

Adam (Andrew Scott), a screenwriter, lives in an apartment by himself in a London tower. Apart from him, only one other person inhabits another space in the empty building - Harry (Paul Mescal). Out of sheer loneliness, they find solace in each other's company. On another front, Adam also reconnects with his parents as he visits his childhood home. This is a film where describing the story's plot is hard because it is based more on the character's journey and experience and how you as audience interact with it. Though the film's first few minutes become very important as it is an establishing point for the rest of story.

The film is a series of Adam's life, living alone and conversing with people, making you reflect on your own life. Living off the sofa, barely bathing, eating junk or leftovers, watching something random, and sleeping on and off is how most of us lonely, suburban, isolated beings prefer to live, just like Adam, when we live alone, especially after the pandemic. It is scary because it is not just about living with yourself but also about living with that constant feeling of loneliness. Hence, when Harry asks to spend a night with Adam, talking about how he leaves his TV on low volume just to have a sense of people living with him, you can see how his fear of being alone is chipping away at him and making him desperate for company.

In this film, everything acts as a device/tool to further Adam's experiences, which in turn becomes something everyone can connect to. Like him being a screenwriter, writing about his parents, becomes an act of finding time to say a proper goodbye to them. Thirty years ago, when Adam was just twelve years old, he went to sleep without saying goodbye to his parents, who went out, and never returned as they both died in a horrific car accident. Hence it is almost poetic because it is always in fiction that we try to achieve some resolution and closure with people, especially the ones who have left our lives. This reconnection becomes cathartic for Adam and the audience because what wouldn't you give to return to those times spent with your loved ones?

Similarly, homosexuality also works as a device. When Harry opens up about how his being queer/gay makes him feel like a stranger within his own family where he's close yet distant from them and hence he's always lonely, Adam can relate. Because even after thirty years, the larger part of him not making peace with his parent's death is also because he never got a chance to come out to his parents. So when he finally does, it lifts a heavy weight off him and helps him fully accept himself, which is reflected on his relationship with Harry. The more he accepts himself, the more vulnerable and open he becomes with Harry. And tbh, being different than the rest, whether you're queer or not, has made a lot of us feel like strangers within our families, nurturing and harboring many secrets in silos.

The film oscillates between fiction and reality, with the camera being a fly on the wall, staying in one place, reflecting and taking in everything while going close. The shift in editing and lighting helps with the transitional flow of the film. It's as if Andrew Haigh (the filmmaker) wants to leave what is real and what's a fantasy to the audiences. When Adam visits his childhood house and his parents, the time shifts back to the 80s because that's the last time he has seen his parents alive. That is why his mother's rejection of him being gay is understandable, as she is scared for the struggles that she thinks his future holds or his father's guilt of his past behavior, as in a heartfelt moment shared between the two of them he understands that Adam wasn't just bullied outside of home but inside as well.

This also makes the relationship between Adam and Harry like that first whirlwind of a passionate teenage romance because even though Adam is interacting with everything in his forties, he is still resolving issues he has been carrying since he was twelve. And to see such a large man cocooned between his parents or in their laps, begging them not to leave him, is a highly touching moment because no matter how old you might get, that sense of comfort of a parent's lap and the absence of it or them, it's a grief that can never be matched! No wonder when the gut-wrenching yet anticipated twist about Harry's death comes forward, Adam cocoons him to provide him with the same sense of comfort. After all, no one deserves to die alone and should be found if only to let go of with a touch of love and companionship.

This intensely personal, cinematic and brilliant piece about nostalgia, unfulfilled experiences, tackling emotional obstacles, and the power of love is a journey wotrth taking. As the camera zoomed out with Adam and Harry cocooned, and the stars in the dark sky started to twinkle with mellow music, I was left remembering Dumbledore's response to Harry when the latter asked him about imagining things or them being real: “Of course, it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”. Because even if this was a figment of Adam's imagination or just his script, I, as a stranger and lonesome writer, am full of this long-lasting, profound, bewitchingly seraphic sensory, enthralling experience. And with this piece, I'm just trying to find that comfort, solace, and cathartic understanding of the film as well as of myself!'

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

oh just found it! https://twitter.com/gingerol95/status/1123723264591790081?s=20

the other members know how jimin becomes the main attraction in america and on other continents. no one can deny it and they also know how powerful he is, which is why i don't really get why they and their label underestimate him. jimin has been proving himself time and time again

Of course they know. When Jimmy Fallon said to their faces that Jimin was his favorite, Namjoon just shrugged and said "it's okay, we understand" and laughed. And that's just one of the examples I can think of right now. Everytime they've been to the US, the attention was on Jimin and I can't even say he asked for it, the hosts interviewers etc were the ones to put the attention on him. Like the GMA lady asking Jungkook if Jimin was there, or that guy in the variety (?) magazine as well.

I actually think the Harry comparisons in terms of who's more "popular" or who's the "breakout" member are funny because I was there for all of the years one direction were together, and the most similar case to Harry in BTS is... Jimin.

I never talked about this or brought it up because those comparisons don't mean anything to me. I mean, I get where people are coming from and their intentions when comparing, but it doesn't really elicit any emotional response from me, if that makes sense. Same goes for the Michael Jackson comparisons, I think I understand the parallels but the honest to God truth is that I was a toddler when MJ was famous, and I don't really know what he inspired in people because I just didn't live through that and nobody in my family was a fan either.

But I'll say it now only once, as someone who was there for one direction, the closest to what Harry was, it's always been Jimin. The reactions they get from people when they were in red carpets, the online "virality", reactions to them on stage, being known by people who weren't fans, being loved and singled out by TV show hosts everywhere, women in the industry choosing them. Even their ways of navigating their private lives are similar, because Harry is not really on social media either and nobody sees him that much.

More than anything, it's the dedication they put into what they do. The exciting performances, even though Harry doesn't dance people are never bored with his shows. He's engaging and has high energy. Communication skills, the ability to reach people, the overflowing, effortless charisma just pouring out.

I've specially been noticing the similarities in their work ethic; you can love him or hate him, but Harry is so serious about his music. And I mean it, he's so so serious. He lives for what he does. He has a hand on everything, all the music is his and all the ideas are his. He works a lot. Jimin is no different in that sense.

I just noticed this now because people have been bringing up Harry so much lately that I ended up thinking about it, but never before I've had any reason to think about all that.

I don't believe for one second that the company is underestimating him. They're simply and plainly purposefully trying to bring him down. For what reason exactly, I don't know. But it's not that they aren't aware of the reactions and the support that Jimin inspires from people; they just don't care. They care more about the members that are using their "infrastructure" and "tools", rather than the one who's simply being himself.

[ask-harry-fitzgerald]

Wh- oh-! Oh, no, this is um….

*he clears his throat! He’s nervous…*

..This is 14_01, Steven’s father?

*RING RING!! Someone’s calling Jake… I wonder who it could be?*

@ask-harry-fitzgerald

[HII. He begrudgingly picked up!]

“Listen. This isn’t the number for Fazbender’s if that’s what you’re here for.”

[localwebslingers]

| Headcanon Dump - The Spider of New York(In Hiding AU) |

This one is actually a little different as both versions of Peter have specifics based on their canon universes so it's going to be a breakdown of the generals, and then the specifics for each. So let's do this!

General:

Peter was bitten by the spider that gave him his powers at age three. Shortly after it was hidden by his parents with only his Aunt May and Uncle Ben included into the secret. He was taught very early on to keep his powers a secret from everyone else.

Well into his teen/adult life, Peter still has vivid, horrific nightmares about the night his parents vanished and died, as well as the night his aunt and uncle were murdered, having been in the house when it happened.

Most of New York referrs to stories about "the Spider" like a modern urban legend. The stories are never clear on his appearance but agree he's usually in a jacket with the hood up, can do extraordinary feats, and helps keep others safe if he happens by and notices them in trouble. He's supposedly been spotted all over the city.

Peter Parker is still actively considered a "missing person" and he aims to keep it that way.

Peter has organic webbing but he tends to walk or wall-crawl more to get around. Webbing is reserved mostly for shelters or if he gets caught in a fight of some kind. If he is ever in a fight, he does not minimize the extent of his abilities but does still pull his punches.

Large organizations, groups, or facilities that work in fields regarding health, science, and weapons are places that Peter actively avoids after he runs away.

Peter has successfully evaded numerous attempts at capture, by several different groups that claim to want to help him, and others that openly want to study him.

MCU Peter:

Peter was taken into custody by SHIELD shortly after the deaths of his aunt and uncle when he was nine, as his parents had been agents for them at one point.

The Battle of New York was almost two years after he was taken in, and he was glued to the screen watching what happened from where he was kept in a safe house.

Peter underwent regular doctor appointments and tests to see how he was doing with his powers and was only told that he was "progressing well". He was allowed to unofficially train with a small handful of agents and had the equivalent of homeschooling while he was there. He excelled at both.

When he was fifteen, Peter challenged himself to break into his own medical information, wanting to try and understand what the tests were for. Instead, what he found was a carefully maintained log about his abilities, webbing, attempts to replicate them, as well as recordings of his unofficial trainings broken down to try and steer him into becoming a weapon and tool for SHIELD's interests. He packed a bag with the few personal items he had and some pieces of gear he was familiar with, then ran.

After it was revealed that HYDRA was hidden away as part of SHIELD, Peter actively consideres members of both as threats and dangers. His spider sense tags them as such. The Avengers, likewise, are also considered threats and are avoided.

Peter has been to all the different F.E.A.S.T locations across the city. When there he helps out but never stays more than a few days.

TASM Peter:

Peter was taught shortly after his father left Oscorp that the company and people working there were dangerous to him, specifically Norman Osborn.

Peter was hidden for six months in a police safe house when he was eight, before being moved to the home of newly appointed Captain George Stacy to stay with his family instead. He was homeschooled there and introduced as a foster son if anyone was there and asked.

Despite knowing the danger, Peter actively snuck out to still visit and see Harry until he was sent to bording school.

When he was fifteen, the Stacy home suffered from what was reported as a home invasion. George Stacy was shot and killed in the exchange and while trying to escape with Peter, Gwen Stacy was severely injured and left in a coma. Peter packed his things and ran that night. He has no idea if Gwen ever woke up and doesn't dare go looking in fear of attracting people to her again.

Peter has mainly been living out of his father's old lab, having set up half of it to be more of a living space filled with the few personal items he has. It's equipped with a silent alarm in case anyone gets too close.

While the events surrounding the Lizard never happened, Peter did find Max in Time Square and managed to not only talk him down, but helped him escape police and by extention Ravencroft at the risk of Oscorp knowing he was still around.

Peter has intentionally told exactly three people the truth about himself before he had run away. He has not told anyone else about it since.

[hughiecampbelle]

Hey, opening ships was such a fun idea! I was wondering if I could have get a ship with a male character? To start off I’m short, around 5’1 with brown hair and brown eyes. Currently, I am in university where I am double majoring in government and journalism. I want to a career related to politics like writing about current events. I love to spend time with other people and just talk. Despite this I’m highly insecure that I talk too much and come off annoying but I try to deflect with humor. I like to have a ring or something to fidget with when I get anxious. For hobbies I love reading, watching tv shows, and watching videos on YouTube. My favorite book is Normal People by Sally Rooney and my favorite show besides Succession is The Good Place or Arrested Development. I enjoy long form (over an hour) content on YouTube but dislike watching movies. My favorite music artist is Taylor Swift and I primarily listen to her. But my second favorite artist is probably Joji. I also enjoy things some would consider nerdy like Star Wars and Harry Potter (I’m a Hufflepuff). When I get excited or passionate about something I begin to ramble so it would mean a lot to have someone to listen. I crave domestically but I’m not sure I would enjoy it because I like things to remain interesting. I’m sorry that this is so long. Thanks in advance :)

Hi my love! I ship you with: Roman Roy!!!

He loves your height. Roman is a pretty short guy, so having someone who is shorter than him makes him feel like he can protect you, like he can become your human shield if need be. It might not be your favorite thing in the world, but he really does think you're adorable. Plus, he has so many unused jokes it's insane. It's like he's been waiting for this moment his entire life. They get a little tired after a while, but he finds them absolutely hilarious. He also loves how driven you are. You study hard, you apply yourself, you work incredibly hard all towards a future goal. Especially in politics, it's not easy. He admires that. Roman never really had to work hard, it was all handed to him, like the rest of his siblings. Seeing you be so dedicated, so passionate, it gives him a new appreciation for what he's got and for how far you've gotten.

You love his emotions. You know he uses humor as a defensive tool, to shield himself from actually feeling what he's feeling. Whatever he might be joking about, you have a heart to heart with him when it's just you two. It's there, with you, that he can let himself fall apart, unravel. He feels for everyone around him, especially his father. It almost kills him when his father is angry or disappointed in him, something that's been ongoing his entire life. Despite what he wants others to think, Roman feels deeply about everything. He just wants to get away from it all, but is dragged back in every time. You're the one he turns to when it's too much, when he needs a shoulder to cry on.

Your relationship is complex. Gaining Roman's trust in the beginning is very difficult. It takes a long time to go from friends to something more, and even then you have to be patient for him to realize yes, you actually do love him. That it isn't some sort of trick or sick joke. No one has ever wanted to be in his company, to share a relationship with him, not in the way you do. He needs a lot of reassurance in your relationship and it's not easy to convince him that you're happy with him, that you're not playing a trick on him. He's been told his whole life that he's an inconvenience, that there's something wrong with him, that he's not deserving of love. You have to show him that none of what he has been told and believes is true.

Your first date isn't actually a date, rather you're set to interview Logan about ATN and Roman is sent to babysit you while he got ready. He makes you laugh a lot and even compliments you on your laugh. It makes him blush that you're so giggly. He finds you attractive from the start, but knows what kind of trouble he could get in coming on too strong. You end up talking for a long time, promising this is all off the record. By the end he's asked you out to dinner and has your number in his phone.

Relationship Headcanon: Roman loves to listen to you ramble. About anything and everything, it doesn't matter. The sound of your voice is soothing to him and he can't help but get excited when you're excited. You talk about the music you love, the books you've read with all the plots and characters, whatever you're into at the moment. You apologize after, realizing how long you've been going on about the same things, but he won't hear it. He loves you and all your interests. He considers himself the luckiest man to be able to hear about it.

Hope you like it! 💜💜💜

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Never Alone - Ch. 12

summary: "𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴…𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦."

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩��� 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚…

*the only characters I own are Ciara, her family, and Jade. all other rights go to she-who-should-not-be-named

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If she was being honest, Ciara was growing rather tired of not being able to support her own house at the quidditch matches. But with a tool of a head captain, and Draco as the seeker, they weren’t exactly giving her much of a choice. 

The Gryffindor versus Slytherin match was well underway, and from the get-go she found herself watching the two seekers go back and forth intently. Now as a whole, the Slytherin team was appearing to be the more dominant party, but Gryffindor was more than holding their own. 

Harry and Draco were briefly at a stand still in the middle of the pitch, when suddenly a bludger dropped behind them, and seemed to shoot off towards Harry on its own volition, the Gryffindor seeker only just barely dipping out of the way.

“That bludger look a little weird to you?” Jade asked her. 

When the ball made a sharp u-turn and took off towards Harry again, they both gasped in unison. 

It had obviously been tampered with and was now chasing Harry throughout the stadium. But even with the added threat, he somehow managed to catch wind of the Snitch and took off after that as well, leaving Draco in a rush to catch up. 

Harry pressed on, inch by inch he was closing in on the golden prize. At one point his fingers just barely managed to touch it when suddenly the rogue bludger from before appeared out of nowhere and smashed into Harry’s arm at full speed. The crowd roared in shock, and even from the distance they could hear Harry cry out in pain. However, by some miracle he managed to steady himself for but a moment, grabbing hold of the snitch with his good hand. 

But his control didn’t last long. Unable to hang on to his broom with his now very broken arm, he slipped off of it, falling to the bottom of the pitch with a loud thud. As he lay there motionless on the ground, several students started shouting. The bludger was going after him again! Ciara rose to her feet with practically the entire stadium as they watched the bludger target the broken boy on the ground. At the very last second, he managed to flop his body over and out of harm's way, the bludger smashing deep into the pit several times over before finally falling flat on the ground, only inches from where Harry’s face was. 

Gryffindor had won the match, but that was hardly on anyone’s mind at the moment. 

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Ciara rushed into the infirmary after she cleared out of the stadium. As she passed by the first bed, she skidded to a halt. She saw Draco laying there, his only company being Crabbe, Goyle and two other Slytherin students. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, she hadn’t remembered seeing him get hurt, nor did he really look that injured. 

His head suddenly turned and he saw her standing there. Instantly, he fell back more into his pillow and let out a groan of pain. 

Ciara simply rolled her eyes, and turned to jog further into the room, towards the hospital bed that had close to twenty other students crowded around it. 

Draco huffed as he watched her go, before turning his head to scowl up at the ceiling. 

Ciara pushed her way through the crowd, managing to sidle up with Ron and Hermione who stood at Harry’s side next to practically his entire team. 

Madam Pomfrey stood on the other side of the bed, pouring a steaming vile of liquid into a cup, the name on the side of the vile simply read “skele-gro’.

“He should have been brought straight to me! I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back-” she exclaimed, obviously commenting on the situation that had occurred after the game, with Professor Lockhart’s botched attempt at fixing Harry’s arm. The teacher had instead got rid of the Gryffindor’s bones completely. 

“You will be able to, won't you?” Hermione implored. 

“I’ll be able to, certainly.” Madam Pomfrey answered “But it will be painful. You’re in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is nasty business. 

Harry took the cup from the nurses hand, and gingerly took a sip. Instantly, he grimaced. 

“Well, what did you expect? Pumpkin juice?” she asked. 

Suddenly a bright flash lit up the room, and everyone turned to see Colin Creevey standing at the end of Harry’s bed, camera in hand as always. 

“That was brilliant today, Harry! Brilliant!” he commented excitedly. 

“Out!” Madam Pomfrey cried “All of you! This boy’s got thirty-three bones to regrow!” 

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The night after the quidditch match, the next person to be found petrified was none other than the young picture-taking Gryffindor himself. As the weeks went by, Ciara found it hard to meet up with Hermione, Harry and Ron. But thankfully, the former kept her in the loop via letters. The three of them had decided to investigate the mystery of the chamber themselves. 

One week, Hermione wrote to her to explain how their suspicions had turned towards Draco and Lucius Malfoy in their theories about the heir of Slytherin. In order to get more information, Hermione was seeking out to brew a rather advanced potion called a polyjuice potion. However, it would take her months to complete, and in the meantime, they asked Ciara to keep an eye out for Draco and to let them know of anything suspicious that she might have seen. 

She, of course, agreed. 

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Much to her dismay, she really came up with nothing over the weeks. Hermione assured her that it was fine, that the potion would be ready soon and they would be able to investigate it more deeply. 

For now, a large crowd of young wizards found themselves in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom after school hours. Professor Lockhart had started a dueling club as it were, and everyone was scrambling to take part in it. 

As Ciara walked into the room, her eyes widened as she saw the classroom, now completely transformed. In the center of the room was a large golden stage that rose about three feet off of the ground. Professor Lockhart stood proudly on top of it. Ciara and Jade found a spot on the side on the stage, other students following suit filling in around the stage. 

Ron, Hermione, and Harry stood on the opposite side of the stage, and Ciara sent them a wave in greeting. 

“Gather round! Gather round! Can everyone see me?” Professor Lockhart squawked “Can you all hear me? Excellent. In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumblefore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions, for full details see my published works.” he added cheekily. 

As they watched on, Professor Snape had now joined Lockhart on top of the stage. 

“Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape.” Professor Lockhart said with a smile “He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry. You’ll still have your Potions Master when I’m through with him, never fear!”

Ciara rolled her eyes. Jade noticed this, and nudged her side. 

Professors Lockhart and Snape stood poised, facing each other. Their wands held in front of their face. Then they turned around, walked ten paces outwards, before spinning around on the balls of their feet, wands outstretched towards the other. 

“As you can see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position. On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course.” Lockhart explained “One...two...three!” 

“Expelliarmus!” Snape yelled before Lockhart even had the chance to open his mouth. 

A bright red light lit up the room, as Lockhart was all but blasted right off his feet, skidding across the floor of the stage. The students in the room let out various noises of surprise and awe. 

“Think he’s all right?” 

Ciara scoffed, 

“Who cares?” she mumbled. 

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor shakingly rose to his feet, quickly plastering a fake smile across his face. 

“Well, there you have it” he laughed “That was a Disarming Charm. As you can see, I’ve lost my wand.”

From the opposite side of the stage, Hermione held it out to him, having caught it when it had gone flying. 

“Ah, thank you, Miss Granger” he said with a nod “Yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don’t mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy-” 

“Perhaps it would be prudent to first reach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor” Snape quickly interrupted. 

“An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape.”  Lockhart said, raising his wand in the air “Let’s have a volunteer pair...Potter, Weasley? How about you?” 

Ron opened his mouth to respond, but Snape beat him to it. 

“Weasley’s wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We’ll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy, perhaps.” 

Ciara groaned in response as the two boys took the stage. Draco and Harry stared each other down as the professors poisoned them accordingly at the center of the stage. Begrudgingly, they bowed to each other, as per the rules of engagement. 

“Scared, Potter?” Draco sneered. 

“You wish” Harry was quick to retort. 

The crowd of students watched intently as the two boys then turned, walked the ten paces, then spun around with their wands aimed at each other's heads. 

“Wands at the ready! When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponent- only to disarm. We don’t want any accidents.” Lockhart instructed “One, two-”

A charm exploded out of Draco’s wand early. Harry is knocked off of his feet as the spell hits his chest. However, he was quick to recover, immediately leaping back up and firing a curse of his own back at the Slytherin in front of him. 

“Rictusempra!” 

A flash of silver, and Malfoy is hit directly in the stomach. He folds over, the wind knocked out of him. 

“I said disarm only!” Professor Lockhart shouted desperately. 

As if that’s gonna happen , Ciara thought to herself as the rest of the students cheered on the fight. 

“Serpentsortia!” A then recovered Draco fired back. 

From the tip of his wand suddenly appeared a long, dark-scaled snake. Everyone in the room, spare Snape, gasped.

The creature slithered in Harry’s direction, producing a horrid hissing sound, the teachers finally seeing it fit to intervene. 

“Don’t move, Potter” Snape instructed “I’ll get rid of it for you” 

Professor Lockhart stumbled onto the stage in a hurry.

“Allow me!” he said loudly, stepping out in front of Snape.

But when the eccentric professor flicked his wand, it didn’t rid the room of the snake. Instead, the snake flew up into the air, hissing wildly in rage before it landed back down on the stage, charging after the first person it laid eyes on, which happened to be Justin Fletchley, a hufflepuff second year who was standing on the opposite side of the stage from Ciara. The students around him screamed and moved back in terror, but Justin was frozen in place. Fangs raised, the snake raised its head to attack, when suddenly Harry started forward, looking oddly calm. 

What was even more strange, was the noises that were coming out of his mouth. They were words, she assumed, but they were raspy, and unclear. As if he was mimicking the hiss of a snake. The creature looked back at him for a moment, before turning its attention back to a still frozen Justin. 

Harry spoke again in that strange tongue, louder that time. The snake seemed to grow still for a moment before ultimately slumping to the floor, unmoving. 

The young wizard blinked a few times, looking at the snake curiously before turning to Justin, offering a helping hand. 

Justin’s eyes flared, 

“What are you playing at?” he accused, backing away a terrified look in his eyes. A lot of the other students also looked back up at Harry with matching expressions, many others standing there in shock of what had just happened. A few of them even ran out of the room completely. 

Snape waved his wand and the snake vanished. He looked at Harry with an unreadable expression, before Ron was quick to usher his friend out of the room.

Ciara stood there with a majority of the other students, at a loss. 

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Dueling club was all anyone wanted to talk about or so it seemed. And that was more than true for the Slytherin common room that night. Everyone was abuzz. 

“You really think that was parseltongue?” someone had asked.

“He did something to that snake” 

“You ever think maybe Potter could be the heir of Slytherin?” another student asked “I mean, he is a Pureblood” 

“Potter? The heir of Slytherin?” an angry voice cried out above the rest “Are you daft?” 

Ciara and Jade looked over from their spot on one of the couches to see Draco standing at the other end of the room, his face red with anger. 

“No heir of Slytherin would be caught dead being sorted into Gryffindor” he continued to rant “And especially wouldn’t fraternize with mudbloods” 

Ciara moved to stand up, but Jade grabbed her wrist. 

“Don’t” she pleaded “You’re really testing your luck” 

Ciara sent her roommate a look of sympathy, but shrugged her arm out of her grasp. 

“Talking real tough for someone who can’t even win a duel, Malfoy” she called out, walking around the couch. A few students parted the way for her as she moved to stand across the room from Draco. 

He whirled on her, a fire in his eyes. 

“As if you would’ve done any better, snowflake” he retorted. 

Ciara shrugged, brandishing her wand from her robes. 

“You wanna test that theory?” she challenged with a glare. 

Draco’s nostrils flared. At first, he made no move to take out his own wand, that was until he finally glanced around the common room, seeing for the first time that they had an audience, of nearly the entire Slytherin house. They were all looking on with interest, no prefects in sight. 

Puffing out his chest a bit, Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it directly at her face. 

“I’ll take that as an accept-” Ciara started to taunt, but Draco already fired his first curse. She had to duck out of the way, the bolt of magic hitting a spot on the wall. With a scowl, she hopped back onto her feet. 

Draco smirked, and opened his mouth to deliver some flashy retort, but Ciara never gave him the chance. 

“Expelliarmus!” she yelled quickly. 

A bolt of magic hit Malfoy directly in the chest, sending him flying back towards the entrance-way. His wand sailed through the air and Ciara easily caught it. As he recovered, Draco looked back up at her, eyes wide. 

Ciara scowled a moment before something caught her eye. She looked up and noticed a group of older students standing at the top of the stairs leading to the dorms, they were watching the scene carefully. 

Holding eye contact with them, she angrily tossed Draco’s wand back across the floor, practically daring them to say something. A few of them looked like they were holding back their laughter, and eventually they all turned their heads, pretending that they hadn’t seen anything. 

Draco looked defeated, and Crabbe and Goyle immediately ran to his side, but he shrugged them off. 

Ciara calmly put away her wand, before turning and leaving the common room altogether, Jade hot on her roommate's tail. 

Suddenly, no one really felt like discussing the events of the dueling club anymore. 

That night, another student fell victim to the curse of the chamber, and it was none other than Justin Finch-Fletchley.

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[theopolis]

Fuck it here's my analysis of how every line in this song relates to Harry, particularly during JMDs Goblin Jr arc

Ten silver spoons coming after me,

One life with one dream on repeat,

The spoons represent conformity. Think also of the "born with a silver spoon" saying, which calls to mind Harry's wealthy family background

I'll escape if I try hard enough,

Till, King of the Jungle calls my bluff,

Harry tries to distance himself from his father's violent legacy but still feels like he has to make up for having never been the son Norman wanted, and so ends up pursued by it. "King of the Jungle" is usually used to refer to lions, an animal symbolizing pride a well as a fierce predatory and aggressive nature. Traits that were both abundant in and heavily romanticized by Norman. Harry's "bluff" then is the relatively peaceful life he had settled into in part by repressing his trauma, which is ultimately shattered by Norman's metaphorical and perceived presence

Oh Lord, (Oh Lord)

I have been told, (I have been told)

That I must take the unforsaken road (Forsaken road)

The theme of conformity returns in the form of the "unforsaken road", the path already threaded and expected of him by his father both professionally (the company) and personally (being a toxically masculine tyrant)

There's a fork in the road,

I'll do as as I am told,

And I don't know, (Don't know, don't know, don't know, don't know)

Who...I want to be.

Even though Harry "does as he is told" - being a sycophant to his father's temper in life and feeling pressured still to bend to his whims post mortem - he cannot surmount his true nature. Indeed it's that soft core that broadly speaking both makes him unable to follow Norman's lead all the way and keeps him tied to it, causing an identity crisis

You say Y-E-S to everything,

Will that guarantee you a win?

Do you think you will be good enough,

To love others and to be loved?

This part really stings! As previously addressed, Harry is a people pleaser who compromises himself to mirror others in an attempt to gain approval and maybe even the thing he craves more than anything; Love, which he feels unworthy of due to his abusive upbringing and the way it has made him too ashamed and scared of showing his authentic self to other people

Oh Lord, (Oh Lord)

Now I can see, (Now I can see)

The cutlery will keep on chasing me, (Forsaken road)

Another possible parallel to Harry being cursed with Norman's legacy. The cutlery, the silver spoons, will follow him no matter how hard he tries to live his own life, because he refuses to address the core of the problem: his childhood trauma

We are the spoons, metal-ly mean

We scooped our way into your dreams,

To knock the knives out bloody cold,

And lead you down the unforsaken road.

This section from the perspective of the rotten spoons reinforces the conflict of Harry wanting to move on but, in a sense, not allowing himself to grow past the scared little boy he once was. The knives, a tool of confrontation, a potential weapon, may be a symbol of resistance against the silver spoons conformity, which is then dwarved by the sheer invasive force of Harry's trauma in his psyche. The fear of his father's disapproval and the shame for his unaltered self he internalized give him a push down the "unforsaken road", the next entry in the cycle of violence and abuse

so epic of marina diamandis to dedicate her song mowglis road to harry osborn from the spider-man comics !!

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Harry Potter x Dead!Female!Reader: Goodbye

Summary: It’s not goodbye. It’s “I’ll see you soon.”

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (grief; loss; death; set during canon events of Deathly Hollows; Reader’s House unspecified; Reader was at the Ministry in Order of the Phoenix; past!established!Harry/Reader)

Challenge: "115 Words" challenge by BonitaWolfSpirit on Lunaesence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Goodbye

The further Harry marched into the Forbidden Forest, the more the noise of grieving from the Castle faded away. Darkness pressed against him at all sides; more than ever, it felt as though the trees themselves possessed malevolence in their boughs. He, however, was not afraid of them, not when he knew what lay waiting for him beyond their black and gnarled trunks. His way forward had never been more clear, and though he did not want to die, he knew that his doing so would prevent many more from dying.

As he came into a small clearing, he stopped walking. The sky above the leaves had an orange-ish cast to it. Hogwarts was on fire. Closing his eyes to resist the urge to run back, Harry turned away and pulled something from his pocket. That something was the Resurrection Stone, the tool of legend he’d only recently realized he owned.

Hermione’s recounting of the The Three Brothers floated through his mind. The Stone was not to be used to force the dead back to life. He had no intention of doing so. All he wanted was company while he walked to his death, but first there was one person he needed to see. Closing his eyes, he turned the stone three times in hand.

When he opened his eyes, he no longer stood alone in the glade. A familiar figure lingered nearby. She looked neither ghostly nor solid, but rather somewhere in between. On her face was an expression of anxious curiosity.

“[Name],” Harry breathed.

Smiling now, you closed the gap between you and him. You did not touch him, but Harry felt a warmth and peace radiating from your image. He knew that it was you—real or not—because of it. Not since your passing had he felt that same peace.

“Hello, Harry,” you said. “It’s been awhile.”

Your aura proved not enough to prevent tears from rushing to his eyes. Embarrassed, he took off his glasses and wiped the wetness away. This reunion was supposed to make him feel better, but apparently the wounds of losing you two years before remained fresh.

“S-Sorry,” he said as he placed his glasses on his nose.

“That’s all right. Are you okay?”

“Not exactly.”

You blinked, then cocked your head to one side in a characteristic gesture. “I’ve been watching, you know. You’ve been so brave.”

“I don’t feel so brave right now.”

“But you’re going anyway.”

“I have to.” Harry shook his head, trying to ignore the distant sounds of wailing coming from the direction of Hogwarts. How many people had died that night alone? How many did Harry know personally? If he changed his mind and returned now, who was to say what he would find there? “Too many people have already died for me. My parents. Cedric. Sirius. You.”

“Harry.” You drifted closer.

He found himself unable to look at you.

“Harry, I didn’t die for you.”

“If I hadn’t dragged you to the Ministry—”

“You didn’t ‘drag’ me anywhere.”

“I should have told you to stay.”

“Never was much good at doing what I was told. I made my choice. I wanted to help you save Sirius. He’s important to you.”

“You’re important to me, too,” Harry said around his constricted throat.

“What happened wasn’t your fault. My parents weren’t making things easy for You-Know-Who. I’d have attracted the Death Eaters’ attention eventually.”

“Not so soon.” Though would it really have been easier to lose you in sixth year, or while he was away from school this year, or even tonight? Harry doubted it.

You looked at him with pity welling in your beautiful [color] eyes. “Maybe not, but it was still my fault I died. I was… overconfident.”

With a great force of effort, he wrenched his gaze back to your face. “I never wanted this. I-I loved you, [Name].”

“I love you, too.”

A strange tingling arose on Harry’s lips as you bent to kiss him. He almost put his hands around your waist, so familiar did it feel. You even smelled the way he remembered, the way the Armontentia in Slughorn’s class smelled to him still. Then he remembered that you weren’t there. Not really. Even if he convinced himself you were not just a shadow, he couldn’t be with you the way he once had.

As though you remember this at the same time, you stepped away, leaving not a mark in the moonlit grass. “And I know you love me enough not to want to keep me around like this,” you said.

“No, I—I…just wanted to say goodbye.”

“It’s not really goodbye, though, is it?”

Harry hesitated. “No. I suppose it’s not.”

You kissed him again, that time on the cheek. “You’re still the bravest man I know. Go on. Your family is waiting.”

“Right.” He swallowed. All at once, he felt he could do this. “I’ll see you soon, then?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

With that, Harry spun the stone three times more. You vanished as quickly as you had appeared. He let the clearing stand empty for a few minutes. Soon. He’d see you again soon. And Sirius and Remus and his mum and his dad. If that wasn’t incentive enough to go through with this, what was? All he needed was to summon the others, and he would be ready to face Voldemort one last time. That was all that stood between him and the warmth of your arms.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Small house Harry? I need an concepts!!!!!!

The big ones coming soon, but harry is pretty much like this:

Harry was a single young man who lived in a cottage like small house with his horse West that he raised since he was 18. It was just the two alone and Harry liked it that way seeing how he wasn't constantly having to entertain someone, not that minded having a little company here and there. He worked as a carpenter as he himself built his house and West's stable, not to mention the other homes or buildings that he made himself with his very hands.

He liked the simple living and the slow paced type of life. But at the same time, still found it necessary to keep up with the other things which is why he was never a fan of isolating himself from the outside world. And so he keeps a laptop and a cell phone with him. He had made business cards for his own company after he graduated from college, posted it in his own website and started getting tons of customers.

One day of course he had to build a tool shed for a customer named Yn Ln. So he grabbed his tool kit and went on his way in his pickup truck. Little did he know............

[babybatscreationsv2]

if you’re taking prompts;

so; tony is the devil. Or hades? Although hades isn’t technically “evil” so idk. And peter’s very literally made a deal with the devil. Only he couldn’t keep up with his end of the deal and now his soul he belongs to tony. aND THEN, tony kinda likes pities him and it turns into a beauty and the beast sorta thing where tony has his undead servants make feasts n all that sorta stuff so peter feels comfortable. And then they fall in love. And then they screw 😌

Thank you for this because I've been looking for an excuse to write a Hades and Persephone story. This ended up so tender and romantic that you can't call it smut. These beeches be making love. Also this ended up full fic sized so here's the details.

Eat the Fruit

Summary: When Peter's lover dies in an accident, he offers his soul to the God of the Underworld to save him, but when he is unable to fulfill his end of the deal he finds himself in the Underworld. Now Peter is left tending to the pomegranate grove where the only balm for his loneliness is Hades (aka Tony), a god with a prickly edge.

Rating: Explicit

"Oh, thank you, my lord!" The soul sobbed with gratitude. They bowed low again and again. One of Tony's soldiers came to lead her away so the line could continue.

You must love him to offer your soul to me this way.

Please, you are lord of the dead. If anyone has this power, it's you.

I am not cruel, Peter. I will restore your lover's soul. In return, you must stay with him in life until he dies a natural death.

I promise.

So be it.

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The agony of heartbreak still echoed in his mind. His mind replayed the moment as Harry told him goodbye and turned away, closing the door as he went. He wished he could try again. Despite how he had pleaded with Harry not to leave, had promised him whatever he wished, he felt that maybe there was something he could have done. Harry did not love him anymore. He left him.

And so Peter fainted... and he awoke in a vast orchard.

He sat up in the grass and looked around at the low trees each baring heavy red fruit. Pomegranates. They looked beautiful, delicious. Peter stood and brushed himself off. He looked around feeling unsure how he had gotten here. Then he remembered and a sob escaped him. Not only had he lost the love of his life, he had broken his deal with Hades. This beautiful grove must have been a part of the Underworld.

"So soon," said a voice. Peter turned to catch sight of a man. He was handsome, a bit older than Peter, with wrinkles around his eyes, yet those eyes shined with livelihood. When he last saw Hades it had been a shadow of his true form, something massive and hulking and terrible. He seemed almost kind now. He had been kind enough to him then.

"Please, Lord Hades, send me back. Let me try again."

The god plucked a fruit from a tree and examined it. "Sorry, kid. That was a one time offer. No take backs." He looked Peter over, then he placed the pomegranate in his hands. He walked past him and Peter followed along, afraid to be left alone in such a place.

"Please. I'll give you anything. Lord Hades-"

The god huffed and turned on the spot. He held up a finger. "First of all, there's no need to call me that. Hades is more of a title and I'm over it. Call me Tony."

"Tony?"

"Yeah, Tony. Now, listen up because I've got a short temper." Tony looked him in the eye. His hand held Peter's chin. "You will never leave the Underworld. Do you understand? Your soul belongs to me. You belong to me. This is where you will stay. Forever."

"Forever," Peter repeated. Not a question, but a realization. He had given everything for Harry. Everything.

The god took hold of his arm and turned him to look across the orchard. "Do you see the river there? You are never to attempt to cross it. If you try, its current will drag you under and you will drown in its waters until I see fit to retrieve you. The river Styx will not allow a soul to leave so easily."

Tony patted his shoulder. "Got it?"

Peter nodded. "I get it. Don't cross the river." It sure didn't sound fun to drown in a river until this oddly blase god decided to have mercy on him. "What happens now?"

Tony shrugged. "Tend the orchard or something. What do I care?"

Peter looked at him like he had grown a second head, which maybe he did have two heads, this probably wasn't his true form. "You let me sell my soul to you so I could just hang out?"

Tony's face shifted and Peter shrank back. His sudden anger was sharp and cold like a dagger made of ice. He encroached on Peter's space and with a clenched jaw he tried not to back away further. "Listen up, kid. You made the deal you wanted to make. You wanted to sacrifice yourself for what your heart desired and I gave you the opportunity. Life isn't the fairy tale you thought it was. Now, tend the trees and keep out of my hair."

Peter watched him go. He stared off in the direction that he went a while longer. Then cold began to seep into his bones. He sat down under a pomegranate tree. He wrapped his arms around his legs. Then he cried, wet tears staining the clothes he had died in. It could have been a lifetime that he cried, but when he finally got up he was numb.

Harry was gone and his life was over, but there was no going back. Peter turned in a circle, looking at the orchard. It was beautiful. If he had to spend the rest of eternity here it certainly wasn't the worst place to be. Sometimes when a breeze kicked up, he thought he heard screaming off in the direction he had decided to call south. There were certainly worse places to be even in the Underworld.

Peter walked to the edge of the pomegranate grove. Several feet from the edge, the ground began to slope down until it reached the edge of the Styx. A boat floated along the water. A man with a scraggly goatee and messy, curly, hair rowed along while a woman with red rimmed eyes sat in the seat. When she looked up, she looked right through him as if he were glass. A chill went through him. Once the feeling passed, he tried to wave at her, but she didn't respond. Was she in shock? Did she know yet that she was dead? Where was she being taken, he wondered. He hoped it was somewhere nice like his pomegranate grove and not the place where the screaming came from.

He kept walking, following the tree line, never passing the trees on the very edge. The orchard was vast, but not endless. On one side was the river Styx. On the next, the river Lethe. Or he assumed it was as the mist that came off of it made his head feel hazy. When he reached the third side is when the screaming grew louder. He walked faster until it grew distant again.

The fourth edge of the orchard stretched on into a garden. Peter stopped himself at the edge of the trees. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to leave the orchard or not. He hadn't been explicitly told not to. So he did.

He followed along low hedges and passed through clusters of hydrangea. Then the ground began to change from grass and plant life to cold gray stone. Peter looked back at the garden and the orchard beyond it. Was this allowed? He couldn't tend the trees without any tools. He'd need baskets if he were to collect the fruit and if they got sick he'd need medicines. He wasn't sure what else one could possibly do for trees. Perhaps Tony could tell him.

He found the god in question sitting a top a throne of slate. He looked far larger than he had before, but he still took the same form. He seemed bored, or perhaps indifferent was the word, as souls lined up at his feet. One soul grovelled on his knees.

"Please, my lord. I am meant for Elysium. I was a good man in life. An excellent one. I always gave to charity, I swear!"

Hades, for that's what he was a top this throne, waved his hand. "That does not make you special nor important by any means. You are not exceptional by any measure. To the fields with you." He snapped his fingers and two souls, each with hollow, black eyes and wrists wrapped in cuffs of slate, came forward and dragged the pleading soul away.

Another stepped forward and their plea was the same. They wished for Elysium and Hades waved them off.

"Won't you even listen to their stories?" Peter asked.

The god looked down at him. "Shouldn't you be working?"

"I wasn't sure exactly what I was meant to do."

"The trees will tell you when they need," he said, but Peter noticed that he did not wave him away as he did the pleading soul so he assumed he was allowed to stay.

The next soul pleaded not for Elysium, but for their lover. They begged to be reunited with them in Asphodel.

"It is not my job to see that lovers unite. If you are soul mates you will find one another," Tony said with a terribly bored voice.

"Please, my lord. I has been a hundred years-"

"Be grateful I do not drop you in the River Lethe before you are returned!" he snapped. "Be gone with you."

"You are too harsh," Peter said as the soul was dragged away

Tony glared down at him. "You don't have to listen to the same nonsense for eternity."

"You are a god. You should be grateful for that."

"You should be grateful I don't sick my hound on you," Tony growled. "Now go."

Peter hesitated, not wishing to be alone again, but the look on Tony's face was far from kind. With a deep frown, Peter turned and walked back to the orchard.

The trees weren't much for company. Peter walked through the boughs, lonely and with too much time to reflect. He thought about the life he had lost and all of the things he had given up. He thought about Harry. Did he regret leaving him now that he was dead? Did he miss him? He wondered if Harry would go to his funeral and if he would ever bring flowers. After a long while of wandering, he couldn't take it any longer. He made his way back to the place where the grass died and became stone.

There were no souls there now, only a massive dog which sat at the foot of the throne. It opened one big eye as Peter came near. When he didn't stop it raised its head only for Peter to realize that it had not one, but three. A growl rumbled in its throat.

"Sorry to bother you, big guy. I was just looking for the other big guy." Peter reached out a hand inviting the dog to smell it. It lowered its heads suspiciously. Then it sniffed.

"It's okay. I'm not up to any mischief, I promise. I was just lonely. You look like you might be lonely, too."

Peter smiled as the dog allowed him to pet his hairy nose. It watched him curiously as he came closer so he could scratch behind his ears.

"You're sweet aren't you?" Peter cooed. "Sweet boy."

"Peter?" Tony's voice called. He turned his head to see him coming up the path. "I wouldn't bother him if I were you."

"He seems to like me," Peter shrugged. "I was just looking for some company."

Tony stopped and looked at them both. He tucked his hands behind his back, watching silently while Peter pet the happy dog. His giant tail wagged into the gray dirt.

"You were lonely?" Tony finally asked.

"Trees aren't the best company as it turns out. I'm not used to be alone. Harry and I..." Peter took a breath. Just mentioning his name made his chest burn. "Well, we were always together."

"I see..." Tony stared off toward the orchard. "Come and see me tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes. It doesn't always get dark here, but night will fall in a few hours. Come back here then, but not before."

Peter looked at the man, but he didn't seem likely to divulge what he was up to. "Alright... I will see you then."

He gave the dog, Cerberus, one last pet. Then he turned away and walked back to the orchard.

As promised the sky above began to darken. Peter watched it with fascination for a moment. There were no stars in the Underworld. The sky was a deep navy, almost black. Yet, Peter could see perfectly fine. He walked back through the trees to where the ground became stone and there he found a grand table set with candles and silver platters.

"Peter, glad you could join me," Tony greeted. The look on his face was almost a smile.

"What is all this?"

"You said you were lonely so I thought we could share a meal together. If you'd like."

Peter smiled. "Of course! That sounds great."

Tony looked relived. He pulled out a chair for him. "I don't know what you like, but I had nearly everything I could think of prepared."

Peter sat down, offering his thanks as Tony pushed his seat up. He sat down on Peter's right. He flinched as Tony's dead soldiers melted from the shadows and began to serve him from the many plates and platters. When his plate and cup were full, they took a step back waiting to serve him again.

"This all looks amazing. I thought you couldn't eat the food in the Underworld."

Tony picked up his glass, the only thing in front of him. "If it is grown here, then it is true. Eating food grown in the Underworld can have undesired effects." He stared into his wine. Then he looked up and gave Peter a smile. "Eat," he said.

Every bite was divine. Sitting together with Tony helped chase the loneliness away. They talked about Peter's happy memories in life, his time in college, holidays with his Aunt May, being Uncle Peter to Gwen's twins. Harry wasn't there for most of the good parts. Peter couldn't help but find that strange. Harry had felt like such a big part of his life, but had he? Maybe the Underworld was making him forgetful.

After dinner, they stood together and watched the light return. Tony's odd little soldiers cleared everything away.

"Thank you, Peter," Tony said. He gave him a smile. Peter admired the way it made his eyes shine.

"No, thank you. That was a lovely dinner. I'm feeling a lot better, too."

"I'm glad." He paused for a moment and they stood simply looking at each other as the sky changed above them. "You're welcome to return here whenever you please."

Peter's smile widened. "Are you saying you enjoyed my company as well?"

Tony shrugged. "It's wasn't the worst dinner I've been to."

Peter rolled his eyes as he walked away. He returned to the orchard where the boughs were heavy with fruit. He spent hours, maybe days, picking the fruit and collecting it into baskets that he couldn't recalling seeing before. There was a pail and some tools as well.

He stuck to picking fruit for now. That is until his arms grew tired from reaching and legs grew tried from carrying him. He left the orchard to return to the throne. There was Hades, sat atop, looking terribly bored as he dealt with the unending line of souls.

"Please, Lord Hades-"

"Shoo," the god wave the soul away and they were dragged off. Peter went and took a seat, cross legged on the ground beside him. Tony spared him a glance.

"Come to watch the show?"

"I like being with you."

Tony stiffened, but said nothing in answer. Another soul stepped forward. A sort of gray tone clouded not only their skin, but their clothes as well. Peter wondered why he wasn't the same way. Was it because he Tony's soul, belonging to the orchard, while this soul belonged somewhere else? The souls from the Fields were all a bit gray.

"Please, Lord Hades, it has been one hundred and fifty years since my death. I wish to be united with my daughter. I walk the Fields endlessly and never find her," the soul pleaded.

Tony sighed. "Fine," he said. Peter blinked, sitting more upright. "When you return to the Fields, your daughter will await you at the gate."

"Oh, thank you, my lord!" The soul sobbed wjth gratitude. They bowed low again and again. One of Tony's soldiers came to lead her away so the line could continue.

"That was kind of you," Peter said.

Tony huffed in response, but he continued this way. Whenever a soul made, what seemed to Peter, a reasonable request Tony honored it. Souls were united with family, friends, and lovers so long as they walked the fields together. And when it was done, Tony walked with Peter back to the orchard.

They walked beneath the trees, the smell of pomegranate in the air.

"What changed your mind about the souls?"

Tony stood and examined one of the trees. He ignored Peter's question. "They seem happy with you here," he said.

"You were right. They do tell me what they need."

Tony smiled. "Of course I was." He turned and took Peter's hand. His heart fluttered. They kept walking until the Styx came into view. They watched the river pass by in silence. Then after a long while Tony said, "I have to go." Then he disappeared.

Peter turned in a circle, but the god was truly gone. He smiled to himself and turned back to watch the river pass. Tony left him feeling warm. He missed his company already, but he was glad to have had it in the first place.

He went back to his trees, tending them with a smile. Time as usual, without measure other than a weariness in his legs from standing. Then the trees began to ask for water.

It made sense. It never seemed to rain in the Underworld. Certainly trees would need water. He had a pail he could collect it in, but where would he get it from? The only water source nearby was the Styx. He looked around for Tony, but the god was not nearby. So he took it upon himself to get the water.

Peter carried his pail down to the riverside. He placed his feet carefully to keep from slipping into the water. Then he leaned out and scooped some water up with the pail. He set the full pail up on the bank, but its weight unbalanced him. His feet slid in the rocks and he was pulled under the water's surface.

While the Styx looked steady and calm, there was a current beneath its surface. It claimed him easy, dragging him under and pulling him far far away from the orchard. Peter tried to swim up, sometimes his hands breached the surface, but never his head. His lungs burned with lack of air, then with water. Then he was drowning. Drowning without dying.

There was never any telling how much time passed in the Underworld. But finally, finally... he was pulled from the river.

He vomited what felt like gallons of water, coughing the rest from his lungs. The pain faded quickly. Peter laid on his back and blinked wet eyes at the man standing over him. He was a shadow, blocking out the light above.

"Tony?" he rasped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall in. The trees needed water and I slipped."

Tony knelt beside him. "I know. I saw the water pail by the river." He scooped Peter up and pulled him to his chest. Instantly, he was dry. "You're safe now."

"Thank you." Peter's body shook in fear and relief. "That was horrible."

Tony pet his hair and held him close. "Come and get me next time the trees need water. I will call the rain to water them."

Tony helped him stand. With slow steps they walked back together to the orchard. Tony seemed far more quiet than usual. Peter couldn't place just what was wrong. He'd been warned not to try to cross the river. Was he not allowed to go near it at all? Or did Tony think he had tried to leave. Why would it bother him so much if he did?

They passed under the first branches of the orchard. Without thinking, Peter plucked the first pomegranate he saw. He stopped and admired the round, red, fruit in his hands. Tony stopped and turned, looking back at him.

"I've never tasted one of these." Peter laughed softly. "All this time picking them and caring for them, but I never eat them."

"If you eat the fruit in the Underworld, you can never leave," Tony reminded him.

"You wouldn't let me leave anyway."

"Maybe I would." There was a vulnerable honesty there in his eyes. He was right, wasn't he? This time he was right. Harry had never loved him. He had been young and foolish and naive. Tony didn't just show him desire and adoration in the way that Harry had, no. From Tony he received respect, admiration, trust. Because Tony loved him, truly.

"You thought, even if it was only for a moment, that I had tried to cross the river. Were you relieved when you realized it was an accident?" Peter looked at his face. He said nothing, gave nothing away with his expression.

Peter looked at the fruit in his hand. He dug his thumbs into the skin and pulled it apart. It bled pink onto his skin. Tony watched him in silence, seeming to hold his breath. Peter examined his face searching for one last reassure that he was truly wanted. Then he brought the fruit to his lips and bit into its seeds.

It was perfectly sweet. The taste of it coated his tongue. Juice dripped down his chin. When he swallowed, it was heavy in his stomach. He dropped the fruit and looked at the god.

His gaze was adoring, worshipful.

"Allow me a taste," Tony said. He reached for him, pulling him in. Their lips met and Peter moaned at a taste that was far sweeter than the fruit.

His hands held Tony's face, staining his cheeks pink. Strong hands held his back, guiding him to press in closer until they were flush. Peter moaned as a tongue slipped over his own, exploring and claiming his mouth. He felt high on him, willing and receptive to any of Tony's desires.

They stopped, only for a moment, and gazed at each other's faces. Then Tony took him and laid him back in the soft grass beneath the trees.

Tony stripped away his clothes. Each article was removed with gentle care and hot kisses pressed to his newly exposed skin. Every inch of him felt sensitive to the softness of his lips and the scratch of his beard. When he was naked, Tony returned above him to kiss his lips again. Peter let his hands roam over his chest and found that his clothes were gone, revealing a muscular and scarred chest. Tony caught his hand, holding it above his heart.

"Do you mind?" he said. His eyes shined.

Peter shook his head. "You're beautiful, Tony," he said. Tony caught his mouth in a kiss that was ripe with need.

Peter spread his legs apart and Tony settled between them. His kiss were soft and tender as he pushed slowly inside him. His mouth captured the high pitch whined that escaped Peter's lips. Slowly he was filled until Tony was fully inside him. His hands clung to Tony's shoulders and he stared up into gleaming brown eyes.

He dragged his fingers over his skin to cup his face in both hands. "I love you," Peter whispered.

Tony's smile was joyous. "I love you, Peter."

Peter gasped, head falling back into the grass as Tony moved inside him. The friction felt so intense that he could form words but that didn't stop him from whining and babbling. Tony kissed his lips, his bared neck, his chest. His lips sucked his nipples, tongue flicking and teasing over them. Peter's nails dug into Tony's shoulders. All he could do was hold on as his cock dragged over his prostate and Tony fucked him fast and deep. Frantic, like he was starving. When his mouth returned to Peter's, he held him tight, kissing his lips as if they dripped ambrosia. He refused to let, kissing him deeply and desperately until he could hold on no longer. His nails cut scratches into Tony's back as his body ached and shivered beneath him. His cum splattered, sticky and warm on his skin.

He panted hard, looking up at Tony again with nothing but adoration and love. He held Tony's beautiful face.

"Cum in me, please," Peter begged.

"Anything you want is yours," Tony pledged.

He moved him again, cock deep inside, body screaming with sensitivity. A tear rolled down Peter's cheek and he whimpered painfully, but he was euphoric. Tony kissed away his tears. Peter tasted the salt on his lips. Then Tony moaned, holding him tight. Peter covered his face in kisses. He felt him cum, making him sticky and wet inside.

Tony's cheeks were red and his smile was bright. Peter couldn't help but smile, too, and pulled him down into a deep unending kiss.

[llendrinall]

Can you elaborate on how much worse Percy’s break from the family would be? Also, the financial answer was brilliant.

(Referring to this ask)

Just like Cassandra, whose prophecies were never believed, Percy’s curse is that he sees things others don’t, he has clear-sight if not foresight, but when he acts upon them he makes a mess.

The reason the break with the family would be worse is that in this scenario Percy doesn’t have a motivation to return. In the books Percy is right to be suspicious of Harry, because it isn’t Harry speaking, it’s Dumbledore and Dumbledore does a lot of questionable things. It isn’t wrong to believe the (presumably democratically elected) government over the very powerful individual who, in the last war, had his own army. Only Dumbledore happens to be right about the danger, so Percy’s very reasonable doubts are invalidated. Stupid Percy, trusting the Ministry.

More importantly, Voldemort is a real and immediate danger and acting upon it is more important that debating who was right or wrong. This danger is what motivates Percy to go back, and also what motivates the Weasleys to accept his return.

Now, the money. With the money, there is no motivation for Percy to return. Once Percy is gone from the family, that’s it.

I want to be generous with the Weasleys, so I will say they are not greedy and they are not treating Charlie badly. Most likely they refuse Charlie’s money the first couple of times he offers it. But Charlie insists and the money will be for the kids, so…

Charlie doesn’t realize the pressure he is unwittingly accepting. Arthur still works, he is not a mooch, he won’t have his child support him. Still, Charlie becomes the main breadwinner of the family and his money brings a significant change to their way of life. This means that if Charlie’s money stops coming their quality of life will go down. That’s a lot of responsibility for a teenager.

Percy notices, even unconsciously, and tries to reduce the effect and influence Charlie’s money has on the family, for all of their sakes. But Percy is a Cassandra, so of course he blunders it. Instead of saying, “we can’t rely too much on Charlie because we are putting an unfair amount of pressure on him”, Percy says “No, you can’t buy a new broomstick,” “No, you don’t need that hat,” “We don’t need a new cauldron, we can use the old one just fine.” He is seen as a spoilsport and a killjoy. Even worse, Percy probably doesn’t realize they are not seeing his point, so he thinks they are just being greedy bastards taking advantage of his brother.

And, indeed, they don’t see his point. They don’t understand why Percy complains when they get tickets to the Quidditch Cup final, but later he accepts Charlies’ money and spends it on books or language lessons. For the family, it’s the same thing, they are spending the money in things they enjoy. For Percy, there is a huge difference because the books and the extra lessons are a tool of improvement so he can get his own job and be economically independent. It’s an investment. But does he explain it that way? No. He says they are important, and, of course, Percy’s things are important. Ours are not. Get lost, Percy.

Percy’s fight with the family happens earlier and it’s not because of the Ministry vs Dumbledore. It’s because he and his family have incompatible perspectives and the tension has reached a breaking point. (Maybe Charlie was worried about not earning a bonus because then they won’t be able to afford a family vacation to Egypt). At this point, if Percy can’t convince them that he is right, he can at least refuse to participate. He leaves the house, accepts a well paying job (and with his grades and extra skills, he can find a good job) and doesn’t look back.

He probably tries to pay Charlie back, because Percy feels it’s okay to take the money if it was a loan. Charlie is confused and slightly offended because, no, Percy, this was for you, for the family, to make your lives better. Percy insists. Charlie still doesn’t get it, but he at least understands that this is important to Percy. He relents and tells Percy to donate the money to a charity in Charlie’s name.

Percy donates to a sanctuary and a dragon reserve, because Charlie always liked dragons, and sets and equal amount of money apart so he can pick up the pieces when Charlie has a breakdown.

He hears the twins want to start their own company. In canon he wrote that extremely clumsy letter to Ron about choosing his friends, now he writes to the twins admonishing them about dropping from school. To Percy, it looks as if they are taking advantage of Charlie with a stupid business venture that is bound to fail. To the twins, it’s just Percy being a killjoy even when he is living away. At the next family gathering, the twins and Ginny fling mashed potatoes at Percy, staining his beautiful new suit that he had paid with his own money. Probably one of the first luxuries Percy had allowed himself, and only under the excuse that his appearance mattered for his job.

The family behaves as always. Molly chides them, but not really. Ron laughs. Bill laughs. Arthur laughs. Charlie smiles absent-mindedly and says nothing because he is worried about the second part of the season.

Percy gets up from the table, kisses his mother on the cheek and leaves.

And he stays gone. Sure, he takes part in the war and he worries about his family. He doesn’t return Molly’s sweater, he answers her letter, but there is a disconnection through all of it. He has given up on them. He doesn’t even bother going no contact, he just doesn’t care.

When Ginny graduates Hogwarts, he has a serious talk with Charlie. It’s obvious that he doesn’t like flying anymore, no, Charlie, it’s obvious. Charlie doesn’t confirm or deny, he simply says he doesn’t know how to do anything else.

Percy has a good sum set aside and he is an important donor to three animal charities. He sets an apprenticeship with all of them and convinces Charlie to take a year off “to rest his ankle”.

“My ankle is fine. And we… we can fly with an injured leg.”

“Your shoulder then.”

Hopefully, Charlie accepts and he can make a happy live for himself. Percy claims to be very busy with work and never goes home these days. If this ends in a bittersweet note, well, let’s imagine that Charlie breaks the inertia, takes the internship and is happy. His family will always comment about his surprising change of career, but he doesn’t visit home often either.

[whateverthedragonswant]

I'm still working on breaking down the panic attack scene and the other hospital scene but I figured I'd just list the other notes I have. (sorry btw this past week was chaos, no zoo animals thankfully! and I just haven't had time to break it all down properly but I figured there has to be some incredible metas out there that have also made these points -> we were fed very well this episode, peeps!)

There’s something with the groupies connected to this whole episode, that they’re fooled into thinking Jeffrey is innocent and that they’re in love with him, with Athena saying there’s something broken in them and not worth the survivors’ time, that one of them sets the table for Jeffrey every night as if she’s expecting him - it’s also no coincidence that both Lou and Athena look in the closets of both girls’ apartments but don’t find Jeffrey -- is someone out of the closet but still hiding? Or in a different closet not expected? (like Eddie?) Is someone like the one girl still expecting that person to come over for dinner? (like Ana?)

Buck seeing news report after Lou asks girl if she’s expecting company: “Today, Los Angeles has been held hostage by an unscrupulous band of criminals who prefer to hide in the shadows.” (Lou tells girl to open the closet) as he goes in, voiceover: “But let me be clear. Los Angeles does not negotiate with terrorists.” lights go out and Lou tells the girl not to move and turns a flashlight on to shine it on her -- there is definitely something up here and some hidden meaning here and not just the surface issue of an escaped rapist and a ransomware attack

Once the lights go out, helicopter can’t see to land (in order to deliver the heart) and loses control -- helicopters are a symbol for Eddie (and Taylor) and now they're having trouble delivering the heart, the heart that Dr. Salazar won't start a transplant surgery without...mhmm...

Eddie: “Something’s wrong, the generators should have kicked in by now.” Hen: “Chim’s finding out where they are.” Chim: “Guys, out the back by the service doors.” Bobby: “Buck, get the tools. Meet us there” -- Buck is getting the tools to turn the generators back on? Eddie, his partner, isn't told to go with him? No one else goes with him? Why the solo?

In other groupie’s closet we see dirty laundry -- is someone's dirty laundry about to be aired? When coming out of the closet? (just a thought)

“He said you attacked him, that he had to defend himself. Jeffrey always has to defend himself. That’s why he fired that bitch lawyer. He blamed her. He said everything was all her fault.” -- will this be related to Eddie, Ana, and Buck at some point?

“You had no intention of fighting for me at all. I wonder if you’ve got any real fight in you at all, Lila.” -- any relation to Eddie and Ana here? Especially with her lack of reaction in the hospital room when Eddie kept looking to her?

"Retrograde" by James Black (great song!!!) - retrograde means to move backward or regress -- so we're moving backward (we also have a part of Athena's season 3 arc rearing its ugly head in the form of Jeffrey escaping & Eddie's season 3 arc starting to peek its head up)

Harry was dropped off by Michael because he was missing his mom -- same episode Christopher's mom is mentioned twice

Chim and Buck are being paralleled this episode just like Eddie and Maddie are -- both the latter are struggling while both the former are trying to help but are getting pushed away/yes'd to death

Buck is not buying Eddie’s bullshit, about the “heart attack” or about Ana (and Eddie not taking it seriously); Buck knows better (and the fact that this is Buck echoing season 3 Buck for Eddie after the lawsuit arc was completed, there has to be a 3x09 kitchen scene type moment on the horizon soon)

Blueberries on the table for Athena for Harry’s and Bobby’s pancakes -- there has to be something with blueberries, this is now the 2nd time we've seen them on Athena's table (4x12), especially when she's being paralleled with Eddie

5 times Athena has been cited for misconduct -- there's the #5 again

"More to love" on plane that lands

List of chaos in LA:

Car autopilot turns on and almost runs Athena and people over

ATM spitting out money

Inmates get brought in at the same time which results in Jeffrey being able to slip away (3 inmates)

People can’t get into the courthouse

Clocks going haywire

Accidents everywhere

Traffic lights flashing

Sewer caps exploding off and fireballs

(later) zoo animals released (3 emus, 3 wolves, 3 monkeys, 3 camels)

(previously) ATC systems hijacked

Trains

(Transportation systems seem to be emphasized) -- going somewhere? in the story? for the characters like Eddie?

Hospital systems:

Busting into prescription cases to get drugs

No chart access

Vents shut down so bagging patients by hand

Police systems

“A defense contractor in Texas last week” -- Texas is mentioned - Eddie, who is on the defensive -- suffered a ransomware attack...hmmm...

“There is no way to perfectly protect any system” -- does this mean a conventional system like a conventional family? or does it mean being able to keep secrets (like the major one Eddie is keeping)?

Time frame of chaos happening: 1 week (7 days) earlier -- this will be important at some point (especially since 1 elephant, 1 giraffe, 1 vulture, 1 panic attack, both Athena and Lou were alone)

We first see Ravi in the sinking emergency scene -- where's Albert? They showed Ravi here for a reason, what is it? Will it come into play in later episodes?

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

Any opinions on Remus Lupin? I just can't seem to find anything about him in your archive.

Just so you know, I wasn’t really avoiding this ask, it’s more that whenever anyone asks me about a character like this I have to prepare to have a good chunk of time free. Rants take time, you know.

But yes, there are now a number of asks about Remus Lupin and so the people have spoken and I am prepared to answer.

Remus Lupin’s life is a dumpster fire of pain and suffering culminating in him dying in pain and suffering nearly dooming his son Teddy to lead a life of pain and suffering and I can’t believe Remus agreed to have a kid knowing he’d probably pass on lycanthropy. Well, a lot of his decisions towards the end of the series become eyebrow raisingly questionable, but we’ll get into that.

I guess something I should probably address, since I see a lot of fics gloss over it or just never realize it, is that being a werewolf is akin to having leprosy. Whether it’s good or bad I won’t get into, personally I think turning into a blood thirty/uncontrollable wolf that will potentially eat a village probably isn’t a good thing and wizards are right to be at least wary, but it’s important to look at how he’s treated by society.

Lupin is given an opportunity the vast majority in his position are not and is allowed to attend Hogwarts. Dumbledore took a huge risk with this, had anyone found out (had Snape narked), I imagine the board of directors would have immediately sacked him. As this was the age before wolf’s bane (in which Lupin could have taken a potion and simply been ill for a few nights rather than turn into a werewolf), Dumbledore was actively endangering the lives of all the other students by giving Lupin admission. In fact, one student nearly gets eaten/infected. So, Lupin gets very very very lucky that Dumbledore took that risk for him, that Snape was silenced but not killed, and that he only ever had that close call with Snape.

However, on graduation his luck ends. Due to his disease, Lupin is not able to be employed anywhere and when we catch up to him in canon gives strong signs of being homeless. He seems incredibly worn down by life, aged far beyond his yeas (the guy’s gray at thirty something), and is resigned but not shocked when he’s fired from Hogwarts after having nearly eaten three students because he forgot to take his medicine.

But let’s take a side tour to Lupin’s shitty friends. My god, I’ve gone over James and Sirius before, but they are the world’s shittiest friends to everyone but each other. Lupin screams something like the charity friend for these guys, they’re friends with Lupin because it makes them feel generous and cool to be friends with a werewolf. The Animagus thing to keep him company, while cool and requiring a lot of hard work, feels like a weird gimmick if you take ten steps back. They turn into animals so that they can run around with their werewolf friend at night and keep him company? That’s great and all, guys, but it doesn’t exactly make Lupin’s life better.

More damning, everything they seem to do with Lupin is to remind him he has this horrible incurable disease that will see him dead in a gutter. Lupin is Moony to his friends, because he’s a werewolf, har har. I can’t quite recall but I do think there were offhand canon mentions that James and Sirius made a lot of jibes/good natured jokes about Lupin being a werewolf. Lupin is the werewolf friend.

And then we get to Sirius and what he did to Lupin. Sirius, as the world’s worst joke that belongs in a Stephen King novel, actively goads Snape into stumbling on Lupin on the night of a full moon nearly getting him mauled and making Lupin a murderer. This, more than anything else, highlights to me that Sirius never really cared about Lupin. Lupin’s condition, Lupin himself, is reduced to a tool Sirius can use to get what he wants (humiliating and or murdering Severus Snape). Lupin realizes this and the next day I’m sure Sirius and James are going, “Come on, Lupin, it was funny! And it was Snape! It was Snape and funny!” Never mind that Lupin probably would have been executed or else sent to a penal colony had Snape died or been infected. Sirius nearly destroys Lupin’s life, makes him a murderer, for a giggle. 

I don’t think Lupin ever really gets over that.

We see in canon that, at least by Harry’s third year, he has no doubt in his mind that Sirius betrayed Lily and James. Fics often make a gradiose show of Lupin having to apologize for doubting Sirius, BUT WHY SHOULD HE?! Given what Sirius did to Lupin with Snape, given Sirius’ complete lack of empathy afterwards, if I was Lupin and this horrible thing had happened with Lily and James I might be surprised but in retrospect I’d go “Yeah, there were signs”. Of course, this makes things a little awkward when Sirius turned out to be innocent, but I hardly blame Lupin for believing it was Sirius.

Which gets me into Sirius/Remus, Wolfstar, or whatever terrible thing we’re calling it today. I get that fandom loves to warp Remus and Sirius into Harry’s cool uncles (guys, neither of them were this, I’ve been over Sirius but I’ll get to Remus) but it’d be the most toxic mess I’ve ever heard of. Given their history, given the pit of depression Remus is in in canon, given the sheer crazy of Sirius when he gets out of Azkaban: it’d be a cesspit of terribleness of Nabokovian levels. 

Right, yes, so why Remus isn’t Harry’s cool uncle: Remus has no interest in being Harry’s cool uncle. If you go back and actually read “Prisoner of Azkaban”, rather than watch the film, Lupin is very very very hands off with Harry. Harry asks if Remus knew Sirius Black/his parents and Lupin gives a very vague non-committal response, Harry goes to Lupin and asks to be taught the patronus and Lupin agrees to give one very brief lesson, Harry’s the one who seeks out extra attention and rather than Remus. In other words, had it been up to Remus he would have been in and out of Hogwarts without Harry any the wiser. After the reveal, similarly, Remus never really reaches out. He’s always a much more distant figure than Sirius in Harry’s life, never really contacts him the way Sirius does despite not being on the run, and shows up awkwardly to one Christmas at the burrow. He’s not family to Harry, Harry stretches the definition to make him fit, but he’s not really interested in the role.

Instead he marries Tonks in what I can only describe as a complete descent into despair. Yes, feel free to throw stones at me, but guys. He marries this barely legal girl he barely knows, during most of that time period he gets to know her he’s off on the world’s worst mission trying to convince werewolves that the ministry/Dumbledore are great (needless to say, they’re not impressed). He marries her, she gets pregnant within the year while Voldemort takes over the country, and then they both die leaving their likely werewolf son an orphan. As it is, Lupin even starts panicking, realizing that he’s damned his son to a miserable life and that he’s married this girl he barely knows (and Harry, wise and empathetic man of the year, calls Remus a coward for fearing as much. Ah Harry, never change.) Teddy does get lucky in that he doesn’t apparently become a werewolf, though he is still discriminated against because his father is a known one. Lucky you, Teddy, dodged a bullet.

So yeah, that’s Lupin’s miserable life. What a dumpster fire, you poor, miserable, man.