#sortedfirst

[chosxnsecond]

‘ hc ‘ + grandmother ?

                     Headcanon ; Gran 

             alright, let’s talk about augusta longbottom shall we? it’ll be a wild ride.

         - upon Neville’s birth, Augusta was not excited about neville, this stems from her judgment of Alice and who her son married. Augusta was not even present at his birth nor did she visit afterward, she visited a week later and blamed her absence on the weather. it was a week of beautiful weather prior.

         -  it was after alice and frank’s attack that augusta blamed alice for a small period for the loss of her son. it was also at this time that augusta became neville’s full-time guardian. 

        - it should be known that augusta is no spring chicken, she is in her early fifties when she takes on guardianship of neville. She’s way past her days of raising children, that and to make matters worse she’s lost her only son.  Now you may be curious as to why Augusta doesn’t just put her motherly nature towards neville and raise him as her own? well, the reason augusta is so shut off from neville is that well she’s hurt. It’s her personality that she shuts off when hurt. 

       - it took a long while for augusta to warm up to neville, she never let her emotions truly interfere with taking care of the infant – but she made sure enough that she kept her emotional connection to the boy at a distance. this is why neville was more attached to his grandfather before his passing, his grandfather despite his own age took up most of the duties that were required of the pair to raise this infant. his grandfather was the main care taker of the two, augusta still in her mourning and healing process became slightly more active with the child as time passed but her true love of this child didn’t come till later on. 

      - i believe after neville’s second birthday is when augusta finally stepped over the threshold she’d been hesitating in front of since losing frank. she finally passed it and let herself become somewhat attached to neville, not fully in love with him but enough to watch after him and smile at him fondly from time to time. his grandfather was still the most present and emotionally attached to neville at the time, and this continues up until neville was around seven years old. it was the winter of neville’s seventh birthday did he fully grasp the concept of loss. 

      - growing up and being told your parents live away from you is an odd concept to a child, not one they don’t grasp but one they learn to build themselves around and understand. neville didn’t fully understand the concept of loss until his grandfather passed that winter leaving him in augusta’s full-time care. now by this point, augusta had grown to love the boy, had begun to spend time with him and see him as her own in a way. 

      - there was a lot of unsaid things between augusta and neville in the beginning, about these two having to learn each other and grow to become comfortable with just themselves. in this time span of learning to comfort one another from their loss, it finally clicked between them. that motherly love that had been somewhat absent in augusta’s parenting, finally forming and encasing neville fully. it started to show heavily as he grew up and developed into himself, and oh how she saw frank in him - but she saw alice as well. 

     - its what lead to the rough period between them after his being sent to hogwarts. that over protective and over bearing nature of augusta’s finding itself full fledge – and in her own insecurity is what lead her to make neville doubt himself from her remarks that he wouldn’t be as great as his father. it was the grudge and fear of him growing up and leaving her that made her lash out at him, her minor attempts to distance herself but all the while making him fearful of the idea to grow. 

    - it was rather cruel to raise him to be so skittish of life, but while being away at hogwarts he slowly grew into himself. that’s where his friends came in and helped him become who he was supposed to be, but it was in the summers when he would return to augusta’s cottage that he experienced some of his loneliest nights. 

    - i do believe augusta distanced herself once more because when she looked at neville, she saw frank. she on some occasions caught herself before calling neville frank. 

    - it’s during the start of the second wizarding war does augusta truly fear for her grandson and losing him, she’s pleaded with him on many occasions to stay out of it. Just like when she discovered neville had become friends with james and lily’s boy, she tried to discourage him from doing so. out of augusta’s fear stemmed her worst behavior toward her grandson, and in time neville became sick of it. 

   - it is why when the time came for him to return to school despite all the darkness, he left. despite her badgering and threats he left, kissed her cheek and packed his own bags and left on his own. because as he grew older he grew to understand why she did what she did, it’s why he grew to understand her cruelty was bred out of fear and not understanding. its why when the war was over neville returned to his grandmothers cottage and when she looked at him, all she could see was frank. 

  - it is why after everything neville went through and how strong he became did his grandmother realized it was she who raised and nutured him, but he did that for her. he helped heal the wounds of her loss, he helped sooth her fear and doubt, and helped show her the world isnt as bitter as it may seem. 

  - it’s why neville to date will still tell you that despite the shit his grandmother puts his through, her mood swings, and her wild moments – that there were times when he was so happy sitting in her lap. he was elated to watch her cook, or walk through the garden together. to have her read to him and to have her tell him how much he is loved, even if it was in a passing moment. 

   - despite the shit augusta put neville through, he still loves her and she can finally say that neville was one of the greatest things to ever happen to her. 

[patrioticduty]

4 + 23 ?

4: what’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse?

just seeing how ppl are INSPIRED. before creating steve, i knew very few other asian and asian-american muns and had seen few asian and asian-american muses in fandoms. i was worried about the reaction i’d receive, but it’s been overwhelmingly positive and i’ve been able to connect with so many amazing asian and asian-americans writers and get to understand how a asian-american captain america might have affected us all.

23: last book the mun read.

unwind, the first book of the unwind dystology. it explores a lot of philosophical questions and tbh i think it did a good job by not delving into science too deeply ( which is where ppl tend to poke holes ) and by not listing wildly to either side of the debate. it’s easy to read and, while some of the characters aren’t the most likeable, it certainly served its purpose in starting to ask the right questions. i was floored that it was a ya novel asking really deep and adult questions of a non-trivial nature with non-flowery language.

1, 2, 3, MUNDAY ! / accepting

[time-and-place]

“I think we’ve got gnomes,” Neville calls from the garden, squinting at the tell-tale cluster of holes. As he bends down to get a better look, his glasses, slippery with sweat, slide perilously close to the tip of his nose, but he only adjusts the tilt of his head slightly, too focused to worry. “Yes,” he sighs, half to Hannah, half to the general garden. “Looks like gnomes. Already.” Oh, well. Nothing to be done about it until tomorrow.

He returns the hoe to the shade, untying his gardening apron and hanging that up as well.

“Gran wants to pop by and see the place sometime next week, is that all right with you?” he asks as he wipes his feet on the mat, steps inside into the blessedly cool air. “I told her we were still getting settled in.” || starter for @sortedfirst

[vencficas-blog]

“Do you ever think about how studying is just ‘student’ and ‘dying’ put together?”

School Starters: Accepting

“Only every time you mention it, Han.” 

[gxt-enough-nxrve]

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”

Hannah’s got a point. Ginny barely makes it into the Room of Requirement before her leg gives out, and yes, she’s in an extraordinary amount of pain, but over Hannah’s shoulders she can see the wide eyes of a handful of first and second years, and so she tosses her hair out of her face, panting and grinning.

“Nothing a little dittany won’t solve,” she says in a voice that sounds much more assured than she feels. “Help me over there, would you?” She indicates a quieter corner away from prying eyes, and as Hannah takes her arm, Lavender sweeps in, herding the younger ones to the far wall. Immediately, Ginny sags.

“They — oh, god — they had Terry, he doesn’t know when to shut his mouth, it’ll get him — ” She hisses, face screwed up. “It’s not broken, but it won’t be healed before patrol tonight.”

[sizeisnoguarantee]

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

Hurt Meme - Accepting

Hannah was a sweet soul and she was trying to comfort Ginny but she did not understand. Even though she was sixteen the other members of this rebellion looked to her for guidance and strength. If any of them— particularly the younger students they were fighting desperately to keep safe—  saw her in a moment of weakness it could deteriorate moral and that was already hard enough to keep up.

Hastily she dropped her head, allowing her hair to provide a privacy curtain between her and the Hufflepuff, and wiped her cheeks. “Thanks Hannah,” she said when she returned her gaze upward, “But I’m fine. Really.”

[gotmyskeletonkey]

@sortedfirst

“That’s a bad idea Abbott.” 

[archivenott-blog]

No one is now what they were before the war.

deathless sentence meme | @sortedfirst​

         they were young. they were meant to enjoy their lives. they were meant to be reckless and impulsive. they were meant not meant to be soldiers at war. and yet, when the war emerged, they had to fight for their lives – for whatever reason the others were fighting for. their innocence tarnished by the tragedy that befell them…and it would surprise Theo greatly if one were to declare themselves…the same ( perhaps the only plausible reason would be was a form of defence mechanism – denying that the war changed them and continued to haunt them ). then again, who would be remain as such after witness such a tragic even?

       ❝ who would be, ❞ he said drily, fists clenched as he crossed his arms. the mere recollection of the event had made him tremble – a desire to seek refuge in an isolated room. but he tried to ease himself, knowing full well that to express his own anxieties would be a sign of weakness. 

      ❝ but that’s all in the past now. what is the point in dwelling on it? ❞ 

[littlcluna]

“They say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.”

Studio Ghibli Starters: ( accepting) // @sortedfirst

                     the spacey blonde nodded, letting the wise words wash over her, pale fingers wrapping tightly around the smooth beech wood of her new wand, custom crafted for her after the shared imprisonment with the famed wandmaker. silvery-grey eyes glanced towards the older hufflepuff, a sly smile gracing her lips. ❝ if that’s the case, hannah, then let us show just how bright our flames can burn. ❞ she forwent any strange analogies and references to bizarre creatures, an uncharacteristic air of seriousness cloaking the girl, as wide eyes fixed upon the horizon, and whatever horrors it may send their way.

[mcgicbox-blog]

          “of course.”

     cedric moves to support the younger girl, curious about      what had happened to her  —  but it wasn’t his place to      ask, and he was more concerned with getting his house-      mate to the hospital wing in one piece.

          “it’s hannah, isn’t it?” he asks, as he helps her down the corridor.

+ @sortedfirst | cont.

[loathedlineage-a]

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

Sentence Memes.

                              “No, no. It’s just, uh– … ketchup. –Don’t worry                              about it. I know it’s there. Itfuels my hatred for                               those Slythin-bitches.”

[chosxnsecond]

kiss + 10?

                   it seems no matter where anyone cast their gaze darkness looms, it hovers and slowly threatens to consume the small and growing resistance that dares to thrive under such harsh conditions. there are small moments of victory to be had, silent conquers that everyone may appreciate in these gloom ridden times. and he’s found himself a moment of peace, stowed away among the many students each hanging in a different hammock or sprawled on the cold floor. hidden in a corner back pressed into a pillar dark eyes can flicker restlessly, his mind can wander and worry as it so pleases and not give any others grief. 

                  the draft that whirls through the room sends a chill up his spine every time and it’s noticeable in how his teeth suddenly chatter and arms burrow further into his sides. mind too wild to sleep and heart too pained to find any rest, he sits up – there are a few like him also. some lay in their cots, others burrow beneath their thin blankets to hide from the stray gazes of others. they’re all broken and tired, but still fighting and the thought itself brings a weak smile to his lips. it’s only when the sudden soft and scratchy fabric of a blanket draping itself across his shoulders does he check up, tired gaze landing on the golden locks and warm eyes of another he’s grown closer to in these times. 

                  hannah. it’s the way her smile is soft despite how tired they both are and how she settles next to him, her own gaze shifting to look at the others before meeting his own. their conversations consist of the same thing most times, the hopeful notion that they may soon be ending this war – and soon the sudden fear and truth settles on them both. the truth that this is a war and in war, there is always casualties and loss – its what war is made of, complete and utter pain. he’s no stranger to pain, to loss, or even to the fact that in war it takes who it pleases and doesn't object to any. its one of the reasons his smile falters, that weak and tired draw of his lips fumbles for a moment. and his dark eyes appear lost as they look away from her, away from the dirty golden hair and the dirt smudged cheeks. 

                 he knows he also looks like hell, but how she still can manage to appear like a sunflower in all this grim he’s always curious about. he’s slipping through, sinking far beyond the walls they reside in and it’s obvious. the glassy stare and how his hand’s tremor lightly, but warmth encompasses them easily. a delicate and smaller palm that slip into his own and squeezes firmly drawing his attention back to her, when pale pink lips press into his own cheek. leaving a searing mark on his face, allowing the rest of his face to ignite. the rush that creeps up his throat and spreads to his cheeks and ears bright as dark eyes widen, lips parting to fumble out a whisper of surprise. thick lashes sweeping along his cheek bones before he clears his throat, face still burning from the kiss she’d given him. “ w-what was that for? “

[masterofdeath]

which character trope are you?

THE PROTAGONIST

The character responsible for handling the main problem and the one most in need of change, emotionally. You are ambitious and are considered to be highly courageous. You have a good set of morals and love to do the right thing. Overall, you're just incredibly well-rounded. You are typically seen as extroverted and involved in many different things. You make friends easily and people are attracted to your outstanding personality. You don't mind being the center of attention every once in a while!

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[time-and-place]

😘 = a birthday kiss from Hannah :3

He’s pleased as punch and pink as a strawberry, and the Firewhiskey has made him bold. 

“I reckon we can do that again when it’s not my birthday, if you like.”

[dreamedwithin-blog]

just a little bit of housekeeping (i’m going to update my muse list to match in a bit) 

i have REMOVED lothiriel of dol amroth (lotr) from this blog and moved her back to her own blog, because it was becoming evident she was sort of...taking over. so she’s on @dolamrotha now

i’ve ADDED hannah abbott, moved from the blog @sortedfirst

i PLAN ON MOVING susan pevensie from @wasgentle to this blog at least temporarily. 

[gxt-enough-nxrve]

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