#while answering this ask i tried to remember who i saw all the hp movies with...

[cinematicnomad]

1. Who was your first blorbo?

2. What was the first fandom you've been in?

3. What are some of your favorite shows?

oh, annoyingly my first fandom was harry potter and draco was my first blorbo lol. i read alllll the fic and all the theories and my friends and i would get together to see the movies when they came out.

currently my favorite shows on air are: succession, yellowjackets, ted lasso, and 911.

anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

[ariendiel]

Hello there! I absolutely adore your writing and the way you bring even more life and depth to the Litg characters! <33

I’m not sure if you’ve been asked this but I was wondering what you think would be the islanders from s2’s Hogwarts houses? Lmao I’ve relapsed and rewatched all the movies recently and I always find myself thinking who would be in which house. And like thinking up random funny scenarios they would get up to at wizarding school. I know a lot of people would say Chelsea would be Hufflepuff which I mean isn’t wrong but I kinda see her as like Luna Lovegood and being in Ravenclaw! Lol idk kwjsksjsjsjsjsns

Thank you for your time regardless if you answer this or not! I hope you have a lovely day! <3

Hi, and thank you! So happy you enjoy my writing and that you dropped by my inbox 🧡

I grew up being read or reading Harry Potter and vividly remember watching the films too (some of the first I saw in the cinema!). I've even got a small HP tattoo since it was such a huge part of my childhood. I also LOVE thinking about things like which houses each Islander would fit in, and some are definitely easier than others, but here's what I think:

As always, remember that Slytherin isn't bad, and that we appreciate ambition and determination. I've also tried to keep it quite balanced between the houses, as it should be.

Bobby – Hufflepuff

Quite possibly the easiest one, but Bobby is just such a quintessential Hufflepuff, and I love that for him. He's patient to a fault, values loyalty, and is generally rather easygoing. Maybe part of him is a bit Gryffindor, but overall I'd say he's very much a dedicated Hufflepuff whose focus is more on enjoying life rather than ambitions of greatness.

Carl – Slytherin

A tricky one, but I feel like Carl would make a lovely Slytherin. He's calculated and driven, but also very gentle and kind – which is a great combination. He very much seems like someone who hesitates before acting, always wanting to know the potential outcome first, and despite being shy he's confident in his own technical skills... In other words, Slytherin.

Chelsea – Ravenclaw

I actually very much agree with you! Ravenclaw isn't all about "classic" intelligence, but also creativity, originality, and imagination – and Chelsea has plenty. She's maybe not academically driven, but she clearly thrives when she gets to approach things in her own, unconventional way, and can be hard-working and diligent when she's invested in a task.

Elisa – Slytherin

I was torn between Slytherin and Gryffindor for her, but landed on the former due to her focus on achievement and on leaving her mark on the world. Elisa also strikes me as someone who can be quite cynical and cunning when it comes to matters such as social media, and who will do what it takes to get where and what she wants.

Gary – Gryffindor

Gary's definitely someone I immediately put in Gryffindor. He's daring and a bit reckless, but with a softer side to him too. With his courage in daring to deal with and speak about his body issues, while also seeming as someone who'd stand up for their mates no questions asked, I think the hat would quickly sort him into Gryffindor.

Hannah – Hufflepuff

I feel like Hannah is often placed into Ravenclaw, but to me she's not actually that into the whole "learning" part, but rather stories of classical romance where loyalty, modesty, and dedication is a big focus – and what she's so drawn to. It's also what she strives towards herself, with a few missteps along the way of course.

Henrik – Hufflepuff

With his happy-go-lucky vibe, easily earned loyalty and dedication, while also having a strong moral sense, I'd say Henrik is also very much a Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw might also fit, as I think he's similar to Chelsea in his unconventional approach to wit, but I think Hufflepuff with a focus on simply living suits him so well.

Hope – Gryffindor

I think she could also have gone into Slytherin due to her drive and resourcefulness. However, Hope to me is someone who is daring and determined, but not always with the focus being on herself. She's brave and caring, and will stand up for others if she thinks they need so. This may also be why she can be perceived as arrogant at times, but she means well, like most Gryffindors.

Ibrahim – Gryffindor

Rahim was such a tricky one, as it's so tempting to put him in Hufflepuff. However, he struggles with loyalty/dedication and I think his would be one of the cases where his want to be brave and chivalrous would make the hat sort him into Gryffindor.

Jakub – Gryffindor

Yeah, I'm leaning towards Gryffindor for him. Sure, he's goal-oriented and doesn't always consider others in his determination, but he also tries to be noble and brave. Everyone who's done his route will know he's can be chivalrous but also a bit short-tempered, both of which are very much Gryffindor traits.

Jo – Gryffindor

Basically the Cormac McLaggen of the Gryffindor Islanders. Would definitely be way too invested in Quidditch and at being "the best". She's definitely brave and daring, but also reckless in how she acts and speaks without thinking first.

Lottie – Hufflepuff

Yes, I know, I KNOW, but hear me out. Lottie would want to be a Slytherin because she likes to think of herself that way. BUT, her extreme focus on moral codes, loyalty and dedication, even if scewed, makes her a Hufflepuff. Each house has their "bad" members after all, and Hufflepuff is no exception �� they can't all be innocent to a fault.

Lucas – Ravenclaw

Somewhere between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but I think his ambition is largely something that people attribute him based on him coming from a well off family (their ambitions for him does not make him a Slytherin). He may be cunning to some extent, but I think his focus on acceptance and learning about the world to make it better is what would get him sorted into Ravenclaw.

Marisol – Slytherin

So very very nearly a Ravenclaw, yet I have a hunch the way she applies her intelligence and knowledge makes her more of a Slytherin. Marisol is scared of getting hurt, and uses her smarts towards self-preservation and to reach her own goals. In a way, I'd also say she's more Gryffindor than Ravenclaw in how she acts (more Hermione than Luna, basically).

Noah – Ravenclaw

Probably the most "stereotypical" Ravenclaw of the bunch. He's clearly learned and intelligent, with his random bits of knowledge and love of books, as well as witty when he feels like it. I get the impression he's also very accepting of others, although he needs to learn how to accept himself.

Priya – Slytherin

Priya is so good at self-preservation, with a mixture of determination, cunning and ambition that I think would place her in Slytherin. It's something I think especially shines outside of the Villa, where she really is driven to live her best life. I feel like she could also fit in Gryffindor, but she's a bit too self-centred (not always a bad thing).

Shannon – Ravenclaw

Another one that very much is between houses, and she could just as well go into Slytherin due to her cunning and pride. Still, I have a feeling she applies those traits in a way that's focused on learning and observing, and not always for her own gains as I think of her as more altruistic than what we got to see in-game.

Rocco – Ravenclaw

Some would probably have put him in Hufflepuff or Slytherin, but I feel like he's more of a Gilderoy Lockhart with his focus on stories that may be true or not (most likely the latter). We also know he probably did rather well at school, but he simply doesn't search for "classic" knowledge and is definitely creative.

[pottersfia]

putting on an act | hp x reader

part two

part one

part three

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a/n: i’m not so proud of this butttt i needed something new out, part 3 is gonna be good tho

warnings: slight angst ? (argument with ced lol), swearing

prompts:

8: “if i can’t call you honey, what pet names can i call you?”

34: “I was just waiting it out until later when I can crawl into bed and cuddle you.”

6: “how do they expect us to share a bathroom?” “they think we’re dating. couples share bathrooms you moron.”

you woke up the next morning a little nervous. it was your first day pretending to date harry in front of others. the two of you did mention the new relationship to a few friends so the news somewhat got around. you got dressed and ready for the day, then walked out your dorm to the common room. much to your surprise, you found harry standing there.

“good morning, harry.” you greeted him.

“morning. let’s get on to breakfast, yeah?” he held his hand out to you and you took it.

walking into the great hall was intimidating to say the least. sure it wasn’t as dramatic as a coming of age movie scene where life seemed to go in slowmo as everyone stared and pointed to you two, but it sure felt like it. you turned your eyes to the hufflepuff table and saw cedric staring at you. this gave you a bit of confidence as you remembered why you were doing this in the first place. you smiled at him as you sat next to harry at the gryffindor table.

“good morning.” hermione greeted. you looked at ron and hermione across from you and smiled.

“good morning.” you said back as you began to grab some breakfast.

“you moved on from diggory pretty quick.” ron smirked and raised his eyebrows. you smiled and rolled your eyes.

“yeah well i guess i found someone better.” harry smiled at your words, quietly laughing to himself. hermione looked between the two of you. it was the same look she��d get when trying to think of an answer to a hard question, nonetheless you shook it off as her attention went to the new conversation ron and harry started.

breakfast was over and students were piling out of the great hall. you stood up and followed harry, holding his hand again. 

“hey, did you study for the defense against the dark arts test?” he asked you.

“yeah i did why,” but you were interrupted when you bumped into cedric. 

“oh, sorry about that.” he looked up and saw that it was you. 

“y/n, potter.” he greeted with a forced smile. you smiled back and dragged harry away before he could say anything back. 

“woah, slow down.” he chuckled. 

“he makes me so mad. he acts like nothing happened.” you rolled your eyes.

“he’s not worth your time then, uh, honey?” he questioned. you looked at him and scrunched up your face, visibly cringing.

“never say that again.” you laughed. 

“if i can’t call you honey, what pet names can i call you?” he asked, also with a soft laugh. you thought for a moment, looking forward as you saw the door to the classroom you were walking to approaching you.

“i’ll leave that up to you.” you turned to him and smiled, turning back around to walk into the classroom.

“wait,” he turned you towards him by your hand. you looked up, giving him a questioning look. he smiled and pulled your hand up to his lips, leaving a kiss. 

“alright, see you later.” he winked and was off. you were stunned. to your knowledge all feelings you felt for him were only platonic but there you were, fighting off the faint butterflies that you felt in your stomach. if this developed into anything through your little stunt you’d be in deep shit. so, you made a conscious decision to forget anything even happened. you snapped out of it as you turned to walk into your charms class.

•••

the next few weeks went by smoothly. you and harry successfully convinced everyone you were dating. well, almost everyone. hermione was no fool, she figured it out herself. she didn’t approve of the method but let it go nonetheless.

as for your feelings, you tried your best to conceal them. you noticed how much happier you were around harry, wether you were around others or not. and sometimes you liked to imagine that this whole thing wasn’t so fake. it was such a great feeling to be with him you didn’t want to let that go.

little did you know, harry was going through something similar. he realized he had feelings for you at the most unexpected time.

you were walking with harry in the courtyard, hand in hand. you chatted on and on about any random thing that came to mind. you both stopped and sat down on a bench continuing the conversation. your eyes got distracted as you saw cedric approach you two. you widened your eyes at harry as if to signal to him that he was coming. he got the message. as cedric got closer, you became more attentive to the conversation you carried, planning on ignoring cedric.

“y/n?” you heard cedric’s voice cut you off.

“oh, hi cedric.” you replied looking up at him.

“can we talk?” he looked at harry.

“alone.” you glanced at harry and shrugged.

“sure.” you stood up and made your way a few steps away from harry. he couldn’t keep his eyes off you that day.

harry had always agreed you were attractive, there was no denying that, but in this moment you were glowing. he realized that whenever you were around he was significantly happier. being with you was so easy, and so was this fake relationship. he couldn’t help but admire the way you carried yourself and how effortlessly beautiful you looked even while having an evidently weird conversation with cedric. wait, what were you two talking about?

meanwhile, you stood with your arms crossed.

“what’s your deal, y/n?” cedric asked.

“what do you mean?” you looked at him innocently. “i see what you’re doing with potter. it’s like you’re trying to make me jealous or something.” he questioned you.

“if you’re jealous it’s ok to admit.” you scoffed. “you’re the one that cheated on me, sorry i found someone who treats me better.”

“for godric’s sake, i already apologized for that.” you shook your head at his words.

“i’m sorry, did i miss something? i never spoke to me after i caught you!”

“yeah, because i feel like shit!” he yelled right back. “and now you’re off with harry. i knew something was happening behind my back.”

“if you’re saying i was cheating first then you’re wrong. i never did anything with harry.” you slightly calmed down, not wanting to create a big scene since there were already a few eyes on you.

“sure.” cedric was silent. you were silent right back, staring at each other in disappointment and disbelief.

“whatever, harry!” you broke the silence by calling for him. harry looked over at you and got up.

“sorry i left you hanging.” you said. he shrugged.

“I was just waiting it out until later when I can crawl into bed and cuddle you.” you smiled as you felt butterflies again. “see you later cedric.” harry said and walked away with you.

•••

now of course cedric wasn’t your main concern. the whole idea originated from harry’s crush on cho. harry found it hard to keep this in mind. cho was a pretty girl, nice, kind, smart, but his feelings were slowly fading and being replaced by you. the only thing that gave him a reality check was going from hanging out around others to having alone time. as soon as it was the two of you everything fell back to being platonic. well, kind of.

about two days after the cedric situation, you found yourself in a pretty awkward situation, or should’ve been. muggle studies, one of the few elective classes that mixed students of different years. you were assigned group work with harry, cedric, and cho. they were the closest next to you and harry’s desks so the four of you were partnered together. the energy was tense as you lot wrote your answers down for the question you were given.

“um, so, how are you two doing?” cho spoke up. you looked up at her, slightly surprised and gave a closed mouth smile.

“uh, pretty good, thanks for asking.” you replied. cho nodded.

“i always knew there was something between you two.” cho said. you looked at her.

“you did?” you and harry asked in unison. she nodded. it had seemed like that was all anyone could say. ‘there was always something between y/n and harry.’ it practically haunted you.

“tell me potter, does she let you use her bathroom or is it too early in the relationship for that?” you practically choked as you heard cedric speak.

“what?” harry asked.

“well i only ask because when we were together, and i’d sleep over in her dorm, she rarely let me use her bathroom for anything. i reckon she was scared i’d mess something up.” cedric shrugged with a smile, obviously amused with himself. you could see cho trying to hold in a laugh.

“thank you for that, cedric. very unnecessary, let’s get this work finished, yeah?” you were annoyed. harry and cho nodded instantly going back to writing. you looked over at cedric and glared at him. he smiled right back innocently.

later that day you and harry were ‘studying’ in your room. that studying really turned into you two chatting about and listening to music.

you turned your head to see harry staring at the door to your bathroom.

“how do they expect us to share a bathroom?” he asked, referring to cedric’s words.

“they think we’re dating. couples share bathrooms you moron.” you rolled your eyes and replied. “don’t pay any mind to what cedric said. i noticed cho giving you glances today, like a lot.” you tried to sound excited for him. he nodded.

“right.”

[pregnant-piggy]

Eight Christmases - Second year

Hermione Granger x reader

This is part of All I want for Christmas is fanfiction

A/N: I had to go back to twelve year old me to remember what it was like being twelve and let me tell you that was not something I’d recommend. However, I hope it helped this part a little. Enjoy, angels

‘Can we expect any friends this year?’ your mother asked on Christmas Eve as she installed herself next to you on the sofa, while you picked out a sappy romantic Christmas film to watch.

‘No, they’re all staying at school,’ you answered distracted, cursing at the slowness of the remote.

‘Words, dear,’ your mother said, but she had a smile on her face. ‘That’s a shame. I quite enjoyed meeting them this summer.’

You had brought your friends home one day in the summer vacation. Ron and Harry had only seen your mother briefly when she picked you up from the train at the end of the first year and when they were at your home it was the first time your mother had seen them from up close.

Ron and Harry had only come over once in the summer, but you had invited Hermione more often. She and your mother hit it off really well and your mother was always happy when your best friend came over.

‘Didn’t you want to stay at school then too?’ your mother asked, taking the remote from you before you’d throw it at the TV.

‘Oh, no,’ you said. ‘I rather spend Christmas with you.’

Your mother lowered the remote and put her arm around you, kissing you on the side of your head. She put on a movie and you leaned into her side, her arm staying around you as you settled to watch the film.

* * * * * * * *

You woke up at Christmas morning in a silent house. It was a lot different to wake up in your own bed than to wake up in the dormitories, where there was always some noise. Though you loved to share your dorm with the others, you did miss having your own room with your own stuff.

You got dressed and opened the curtains to be surprised by two things; it had snowed and there was an owl on your windowsill. You quickly opened the window and the owl hopped in, waiting for you to untie the letter around its leg.

The owl flew away quickly as soon as you had gotten the letter and it struck you that you hadn’t recognised it. Closing the window so your room wouldn’t get cold, you opened the letter. Hermione’s handwriting immediately was recognised by you and you sat down on your bed to read the letter.

Dear y/n,

Merry Christmas! It’s still Christmas Eve here, but this letter will only get to you tomorrow. I miss having you here around, Ron and Harry are not as fun as you. But I hope you are having a nice time at home. Say hello to your mother for me!

You had asked me to keep you informed on the case and I will do so. The Polyjuice Potion is almost ready and we might be able to execute the plan tomorrow! I have gone over it with Ron and Harry so much I think they are dreaming it by now, but everything needs to go well. Your idea to make the cupcakes was excellent and the sleeping potion is already ready.

To be completely honest I am a bit nervous about breaking so much rules. What if we get caught? Ron says that I should not worry so much. I wish you were here to talk some sense into me, y/n. But I will do with just the thought of you right now.

I hope you have a happy Christmas and I look forward to seeing you again!

Love, Hermione

* * * * * * * *

You sat with your mother at dinner and tried not to think too much of your friends. You knew that they wouldn’t get caught, but you were still worried. If they did get caught they might even be send from school. Playing with the food on your plate you stared out of the window, while your mother talked to you about the neighbour’s new cat.

A tick on the window pulled you from your haze and your mother stopped talking. You walked to the window and there, outside in the snow, sat a dark brown owl with a letter around its leg. You had a flashback to this morning as you opened the window and watched the owl fly inside.

Instead of flying to your mother, as you had figured the owl would, it flew to you. The nerves in your body increased as you took the letter from the owl, hoping that it was not a letter from one of your friends, saying that they had been caught.

‘Who’s it from?’ your mother asked, while she put her fork with chicken in her mouth.

‘It’s from… Harry?’ you said surprised when you recognised Harry’s tiny handwriting.

‘Oh, why is Harry sending you letters? I didn’t know you and Harry were so close,’ your mother said with a wink and you sent her an angry glare as you sat back down at the table.

‘I’m sure he’s just wishing me a merry Christmas,’ you mumbled as you took your fork. You didn’t want to read the letter in front of your mother, afraid that she’d insist to read it too. So you just ate your dinner and tried not to think about the letter too much.

After dinner, your mother cleaned up and you went to your room, quickly taking the letter out of your pocket as you closed the door behind you.

y/n,

Malfoy is not the heir of Slytherin. Ron and I changed into Crabbe and Goyle and asked him about it. Ron nearly blew his cover when Malfoy said something about his father, but he kept his mouth shut. The potion lasted shorter than imagined and we had to rush out of the common room while we were turning back to ourselves.

There is only one little thing. Hermione thought she had a human hair, but it was a cat hair. She didn’t come with us to ask Malfoy and we only saw her after we came back. Her whole face was covered in fur and she had whiskers and cat eyes. Even a tail. We brought her to the Hospital Wing and she is still there. I am sure madam Pomfrey can patch her up.

I hope you had a nice Christmas. We are here only with the Weasleys so there is a lot of space. You know that couch that is always taken by those seventh years? Last night Ron and I spent the whole night there!

We will see you when you get back here after New Year’s. Merry Christmas,

Harry

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[callmepippin]

ok so i was tagged by the lovely @lexiklecksi for the 11/11/11 tag, the rules are: answer the 11 questions she asked me, make up my own 11 questions and then tag 11 ppl to answer those (so if you want you can skip to the questions at the bottom lmao). however as a fair warning: this got Way too long probably bc im rambly today. i tried to limit the stream of consciousness but….

1. current musical obsession: Frank Ocean and related sort of neo-r&b stuff - while writing this im also discovering Childish Gambino’s “Awaken, My Love!” (and also the song Golden Brown, but not bc im listening to it but bc im learning it on both guitar and piano)

2. 3 things i always take with me:

- wallet (or at least my id)

- phone (&earphones)

- cigarettes&lighter

3. what (or who) i miss most in lockdown: i dont rly remember? im so used to the situation by now that i kind of forget to miss what i did when things were “normal”... but i guess going to bars w/ friends, and just being able to go shopping when i need smth

4. pick: either only read 1 book or only read books picked by someone else: i wouldn’t be able to only read one book for the rest of my life! so definitely the second option (esp if i can pick the person who picks the books)

5. why i found your blog/followed you and if i intend to stay: uhh you followed me and when i checked your blog i liked the vibe i guess? also you were v nice in the tags of my music stuff! also ya i like it here, so im staying for a while

6. when and why did i last cry: i genuinely dont know for sure.. the last time i specifically remember crying was my granddad’s funeral, which is three yrs ago this month, but i do know ive cried once or twice since then, i just dont remember for sure when and why.

wait i do remember, i think the last time was when i saw Richard Says Goodbye (live music and movies or books are basically the only reason i rly cry, im not an emotional crier, dont know why).

7. who holds the key to my heart: my partner of five (and a bit) years, whom i love Very Much! (although ofc my heart is not locked, i have so much love to give, just romantically i am very much taken)

8, pick one: star wars/star trek, dobby/gollum, white/black magic, flying/teleportation, time travel: past/future?

- Star Wars

- Gollum (even though i have read hp but still havent read lotr, ive read the hobbit like 4 times tho)

- i think the hard dichotomy btwn white/black magic or like light/dark and good/bad in most fiction is often v flawed bc thats not how the world works, everything is grey areas (e.g. the Jedi are not better than the Sith, both have deeply flawed philosophies). the Force (or any magic for that matter) is not inherently good or evil, it just is. nature isnt abt good or evil, isnt abt opposites but abt balance.

and especially if you work with the occult and magical, i think thats all abt walking the edge between light and dark, life and death, night and day, good and bad etc…

so to answer the question: grey magic lmao, its all abt balance

- teleportation i think, bc while flying is very cool, i think teleportation has more practical uses (although also has danger involved, such as what happens if you teleport into a space that is already occupied by a person or an object? but for the sake of argument, prolly teleportation)

- do not even get me started on time travel.. the implications of time travel to the past are…… complicated to say the least (it only works if you believe in hard determinism, which i wholly do not). so in a practical sense, def to the future (although that is also Problematic within the constraints of our four-dimensional universe/experience).

in a philosophical sense though, ignoring all the paradoxes and laws of time and space, id still pick the future (or maybe no time travel at all), bc i think the past is the past for a reason. we remember it, we learn from it, but ultimately we must leave it behind.

my philosophical problem with traveling to the future is more that you cant just. skip life. so if you travel to the future, it has to be way beyond your own life and direct influence, or youll interfere with yourself and your own future, and thats scientifically, psychologically /and/ philosophically a v bad idea all round, i think.

9. which thoughts keep me awake at night: almost never specific thoughts, but quite often anxiety abt the near future. but theres no like, lingering issues that keep me awake.

10. what id do with you if we were locked up together for 24hrs: i think i’d really like to write with you! make poetry, song lyrics, make art! bc we could rly learn from each other i think and also we could just rly pick each others brain abt mundane, important and transcendental stuff ya know?

11. ask anything: do you have concrete, long term plans for the future, maybe even backup plans? a clear vision of how the rest of your life is going to go? or are you more the type to do what makes you happy now and figure it out as you go along?

my own questions (large variation in vibes and weight, i know):

describe your favourite colour using other senses (like what sound, smell, feeling or w/e do you associate with it)

what’s the best thing that happened to you in the last week, last month and last year?

what’s the one thing/what are the things that help(s) you get up in the moring and keep putting one foot in front of the other?

are you a leftie? (warning: there is a correct answer)

do you play/have you ever played a musical instrument? (and for the sake of completeness, yes i am counting singing as well)

do you have one thing (e.g. a song, movie, book or smth else) that never fails to bring you joy?

do you have one (or more) person(s) you feel you could still hit up after ten yrs of radio silence and you’d still vibe?

what’s your favourite song lyric/line from a poem/quote? and why?

who was your first celebrity crush? (if you’ve ever had one obvsly)

what’s smth you’re looking forward to? could be specific, could be a general thing like a driver’s licence or your own apartment or w/e

this one is specifically to feed my curiosity, indulge me: why did you follow me?

congrats, you’ve managed to reach the end! again, very sorry for the rambles, thanks for sticking around. im tagging @alt-heidi, @terdiscussie, @a-soul-to-cling-to, @ontvreemd, @sarahhnghae and i guess whoever fuckin feels like it? i literally can’t think of 11 ppl on this hell site, so if i forgot you its not personal. if we’re mutuals you’re especially tagged.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Musically Inclined (SpicyHoneyMustard, lemon)

Summary: Red isn't supposed to wake up with his Judge missing from his bed, thanks. Guess he should do something about that.

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!

Sequel to:

Showtime

Secret Garden

A Judicious Amount of Effort

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Read it here!

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It was too fucking early in the am to be awake.

Even Edge was still asleep, and he always got up about half-past the asscrack of dawn to go for a run. The space in the bed between them that Rus usually occupied was empty and had been for long enough that they’d drifted closer, practically cuddling together. Red didn’t have a problem with that, exactly, hell, his bro was toasty at night, their own personal bedwarmer. Except that Rus was supposed to be there. Not off getting into shit on his own.

Little brat was slippery as an eel when he wanted to be and he’d slithered off fuck knew when, damn him. Red was always reluctantly impressed whenever he made one of his escapes, but damn it, one of these days he was going to turn their lanky little brat over his fucking knee. The point of them being around was to keep his bony ass safe, not because he and Edge felt like crawling up it.

Well. Not all the time.

Luckily, Red knew a trick or two of his own. He managed to escape from Sir Clings-A-Lot over there and wasn’t Edge gonna be pissed when he woke up alone? That was a problem for Future Red to deal with, Right Now Red had a brat to find.

It was kinda a relief and a disappointment that he didn’t have to go far.

Their living quarters were expansive, as they fucking well should be for the Judge and his Chosen. Large, airy rooms with plenty of wide sofas and squashy chairs, perfect for napping and cuddling, and scotch-guarded within an inch of their lives for any time they needed to handle their Official Duties. A television with all the best tech hooked up, movies and games, everything anyone needed for electronic entertainment. There was a well-equipped kitchen that Edge usually put to good use. Not only because his high HP made checking the ingredient for any tampering a cinch, but if Red and Rus were stuck cooking, they’d be living on frozen waffles and pop tarts. A bathroom with a hot tub big enough for a double orgy if Red wasn’t more inclined to ripping body parts off anyone who even gave Rus a nudge, much less tried to get a peek at what he was hiding under those flowy robes.

The only thing it didn’t have were many windows. No skylights, no big ol’ panes of glass to let in all the golden sunshine. There were plenty of overhead lamps to make up for it, it wasn’t a lack of light that was the problem for their honey. Their suite only had one picture window, complete with a window seat and that was where Rus was sitting, a burning cigarette held between two fingers.

He looked alright, considering he’d given a Judgement yesterday. No lingering shadows beneath his sockets, his magic glowing softly, healthily, in his joints. Rus was only wearing a tank top and a pair of pajama pants that prolly belonged to Edge from the way they were sagging off him, willowy thing that he was. Bare, bony feet sticking out of the too-short legs and from the way his toes were starting to curl, they were cold. No wonder, the curtains were drawn back and one of the windowpanes was cracked open, wide enough for Rus to tap the ash outside.

Rus didn't smoke often these days. Said all the Monsters out there looking up to him didn't like the idea of an avatar of the Angel carrying around a pack of Marlboro's. Far as Red was concerned, they didn't know what they were missing, and he was just fine with that. Rus smoked like there was only one thing he knew what to do with his mouth and the way his tongue curled behind his teeth, mouth pursing as he blew out a cloud of pale smoke was its own form of divinity.

Red climbed up to sit across from him, stretching out his much shorter legs alongside Rus's so that his foot was pressed lightly to the inside of one femur. He held out his hand and Rus handed over the pack wordlessly, offering the lighter when Red shook one out.

He made a show of lighting it first, inhaling a drag of hot smoke and breathing it out with, "ain't supposed to be over here alone, sweets."

Rus shrugged, but his mouth thinned, teeth tightening around the filter. "i'm fine."

Wasn't even close to the point and Rus knew it. Red let it drop, this time. The glass was bulletproof and if a sniper could manage to bend a bullet enough to hit Rus in the brain pan through the narrow, opened pane, then having an entire fleet of guards around wouldn't make much difference.

They smoked together in silence, watching as the paling darkness slowly brightened, the sun climbing back over the horizon. Red could still remember seeing his first sunrise, standing cliffside along with the other lower guard, his brother at his side as he watched all those unknown colors as they streaked across the sky. Didn’t think he’d ever get tired of watching ‘em.

He wondered where Rus was in those days. Rus didn’t talk much about before he was a Judge other than saying flatly that he was nobody. Couldn’t be that simple, though. The Queen knew him back then, had to be some kind of story there.

But then, Red had his own reasons for not thinking much about the old days, a fact that came out and bit him on the coccyx when Rus chose to speak again.

"do you remember when we were kids?" Rus said, softly. His face was turned towards the window, pale eye lights watching the bright disk of the sun as it crested. "before we came to the surface?” He shook his head with a soft laugh. “remember all the trouble we used to get into with grillby in those days, we’re lucky we got out alive."

Red took a steadying drag off his cigarette, ignored the painful lurch in his soul as he breathed it out. "yeah, i remember. wasn't you, though, honey."

He didn’t know how to decipher the little smile that curved Rus’s mouth, secretive as Mona Lisa’s twin brother.

Usually, Red could get a pretty good read on people, but eh, most people weren’t a Judge, now were they. Those pale eye lights didn’t gutter out, his voice was only his own, only Rus as he said, "it was, a little. a part of me, anyway. do you ever wish you’d had a chance for him to choose you instead of me?"

Yeah, that was a land mine question wasn’t it, and Red had a foot firmly on top.

Red loved Rus and didn't have a problem telling him. He'd whisper it against the side of his skull, breathe it into his mouth, spell it with his tongue against his cunt, shout it at a fucking press conference if that was what needed to be done. It was the truth and he wasn't gonna deny Rus for anything. But some things weren't up for discussion and some answers shouldn’t ever hit air.

"don't," Red said gently. His ciggie was burned almost to the filter and he took another drag anyway, tasted bitter, burning cellulose. “don't do any good to think about the past, anyway."

"heh, i spend half my life living in the past." But Rus sat up straighter, tamped out the butt into the ashtray and that unpleasantly unreadable look turned to one that Red knew all too well, playfully mischievous. "now is pretty good time to be in, though. you want me to suck you off?"

His cock surged to form before Rus even finished the last word and Red was already kicking off his shorts. "you ever need to ask?"

There was something about seeing Rus on his knees. He lived in symbiosis with the Judge, he was an avatar for the Angel herself. And yet here he was, kneeling before Red as if he was something to revere, not some thug who managed to wrangle a place in the guard, tricked and tripped his way up the ladder until it came time for a Choosing.

Both Rus’s hands were on Red’s femurs, holding them apart as his thumbs stroking the insides absently, but that wasn’t the real show. His face, now, that was where it was. Sockets closed, his expression one of the purest bliss while he sucked luxuriously, worshiping Red with his mouth, fuck. Like an obscene sheath around his cock, soft and plush, lined with velvety golden magic and his formed tongue curled around the shaft, the tip teasing at the head.

Rus hadn’t always been so good at this; once he’d been a flustered virgin, not knowing how to ask for what he needed and more than a little desperate not to take anything they weren’t willing to offer. He and Edge spent a good amount of time diligently training that out of him. Gone were the days of accidental teeth scrapes and awkward choking, one time even a genuine bite from a nervous beginner. Nowadays Rus went down like an expert and Red could only bite back a groan and let the student take over as the master, watching greedily.

Gorgeous bastard. There wasn’t a thing in the entire fucking world Red wouldn’t give Rus, no dust he wouldn’t grind into his hands for the chance to watch this, the slow glide of his dick in and out of Rus’s mouth, crimson ectoflesh glistening wetly between thrusts and a thin rill of that golden saliva trailing down Rus’s chin.

Fucking gorgeous was what he was and Red wiped away that thread of wetness with his thumb, raised it up to lick it clean, filling his mouth with the taste of Rus’s sweetness.

Barely, Rus’s sockets slit open, pale eye lights flicking up to watch Red’s face and he wondered vaguely at what Rus saw there. Whatever it was, he liked it, humming appreciatively, and the vibration made Red gasp, knees jackknifing against Rus’s grip, trying to clutch against his skull as Red hunched over him.

“you little shit,” Red groaned out and fuck, he could feel that chuckle, didn’t do him no favors when it came to stamina, neither. Didn’t have much as it was and none at all against this brat’s teasing.

He heard the footsteps before Rus did, but that was his job, even when he was balls-deep into his Judge’s throat. His brother came around the corner, fucking finally some back up. Still in his own pajamas, black silk of course, pretentious fucker, but he froze at the sight of them, his eye lights flaring.

Maybe it was Edge’s indrawn breath Rus heard, maybe the clatter of his phalanges as they clenched into fists. Whatever it was, he paused, sockets widening as he started to pull off, and nope, that wasn’t on the agenda. Red set a hand on the back of his skull and pushed hard, forced him back down until he was swallowing desperately against the pressure of a cockhead against the back of his throat.

That little move got him a scowl from Edge that Red met with a smirk. He wasn’t hurting Rus none and if his bro wanted to stop him, all he needed to do was come on over and join the fun.

From the way his hands were jerking at the ties of his pants, that was pretty much the idea.

Red let Rus strain a minute longer, his breaths coming in frantic little puffs through his nasal cavity, fingers clenched tight in the window seat cushion. Then he let up and Rus drew back enough to glare up a Red, those pretty, pale eye lights tinging towards gold that was as bright as the sunlight filtering through the window. Heh, didn’t escape his notice that Rus didn’t pull off completely and the curling flex of his tongue made for one hell of a distraction. Red stroked a hand across Rus’s skull apologetically, taking care with his sharpened fingertips as he murmured, "don’t move, sweetheart.”

He didn’t, kneeling obediently still and his sockets went wide as Edge’s hands settled on his pelvis, gently drawing him up until it was nicely positioned with Rus’s hands braced on the floor for balance. His loose pajama pants were tugged easily down to his knees and Red couldn’t get a good angle to see what his bro was doing, but when Rus made a high, startled sound, the fresh vibration around his cock made Red groan, trying not to come right then.

He could hear the slick sound of his brother's fingers moving. No surprise there, Rus was probably already soaking wet, the inside of his femurs painted with it and his clit swollen and sensitive to even the lightest touch. Kid had to get fucked, that was simply part of who he was. What made it even better was that he fucking loved it, wasn’t any virgin left to their sweet little Judge these days, but a hot, lovely blush still flooded his cheekbones as Edge fingered him, whispering encouragingly, “That’s it, love, you’re so wet, so perfect. Relax now, let me in.”

Rus’s hips were shifting, flexing, trying to ride whatever rhythm those fingers were following, senseless little sounds gurgling in his cock-filled throat turning to whimpers of dismay when they withdrew.

“hang on, honey,” Red told him breathlessly, fucking hell, he was getting too close, they needed to hurry it up or this spitroast was gonna turn into a duet. “hang on, let him get his cock in you.” The shush of Rus’s knees was loud against the rug as he spread his femurs as wide as he could with those loose pajama pants of his still tangled around his legs.

"Shift up, love," Edge murmured. His cock was out now, Edge stroking himself generously until deep crimson pre-cum gleamed at the tip. All ready to fill their honey up and it was worth watched Edge's face as he lined up and sank into him, fuck yeah. Made for a hell of a show the way his expression tightened, mouth falling open, sockets squeezing shut and revealing more than his bro probably realized. It was good to see, some resentful little part of Red glad that he wasn’t the only one utterly absorbed by this brat.

Rus’s rhythm got lost somewhere in the middle, his mouth going slack around Red’s shaft. That was okay, couldn’t blame him for being a lil’ distracted with his bro filling him to the brim with dick. The angle wasn’t a good one for Red to get a peek, but it was a sight he’d seen before, his bro was packing a formidable piece and he went in deep, their pelvises clacking together on the first hard thrust.

Rus wasn’t even sucking anymore, tears and drool running down his face in thin, golden streaks but Red didn’t mind taking over. He gripped Rus’s jaw in both hands to hold his head steady on his wobbly neck as Red fucked that pretty face, rode the soft, plush tongue that wound around his shaft.

So fucking worth it, Rus struggling to take him, trying to follow along, but he and Edge were running the show now. Fucking was like making a song, the slick sound of Edge’s cock moving in that tight pussy matched to the messy slurps of Rus struggling to swallow Red down, with a chorus of Rus whimpering and pleading in gurgling cries. All those harsh, obscene noises building up into a shatteringly vulgar crescendo.

There was a choice to be made, face or swallow, and Red grunted out a curse as he pushed in deep, holding Rus’s head down as he came down his formed throat with a hot spill of burning seed. Some part of Rus must’ve liked that, the taste of cum or the rough handling, ‘cause he shuddered and came too, his groans sweet and muffled, as guttural thick in his throat as the cum he was swallowing down.

Distantly, Red could hear Edge groaning, too, probably decorating their pretty honey’s cunt and thighs with his own shade of crimson, but right then, it was all white-hot sensation and losing himself, losing little pieces of himself to Rus the way he always did.

S’alright. Rus already had a pretty firm hold on his soul. May as well let him keep the rest.

-finis-

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"HARRY DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE?!?!"

I could go on for days about the differences between the HP books and the movies (just ask my wife). 7 books, 8 movies, 4 directors, 2 screenplay writers, a myriad of actors or varying levels of talent, but this 1 line haunts every single Harry Potter fan. One comment about this line was "we're never going to get over this, are we?" That one comment sparked this post, which was originally meant to be a list of my least favorite movie moments and why.

But Harry Potter is my favorite subject, and my rant about this became a separate post to answer that rhetorical question.

Simply put, no, we're not going to get over it. But why won't we?

As with any adaptation, since the world isn't ready for a 10 hour movie based on 1 book, bits and pieces of the Harry Potter books needed to be cut out. (I'd be down for that movie, but I digress)

Things like the Draco/Pansy romance, Rita Skeeter being an unregistered Animagus, or winning the Quidditch cup ultimately don't have an impact on the plot of "evil wizard finds path to immortality, boy wizard must stop him with the help of his friends," so they can get cut pretty easily.

Even things like the Marauders' full moon adventures and creation of the Map, Umbridge setting the dementors on Harry, and Neville's parents' fate are secondary material, meant to give more weight to the main story:

- The world would still be in mortal danger without four teenagers creating a map of their school, but that map helped stop that danger;

- Umbridge would still be a cruel bitch if we hadn't known she sent the dementors, but that tidbit show her own demented state of mind and how far she'll go to get what she wants.

- and we'd still want Voldemort dead even if we'd never heard of Neville Longbottom, because we've seen the impact he had on Harry. The info about the Longbottoms just gives more depth to the characters involved.

But regardless of what they left out, the basics stayed the same: "evil wizard finds path to immortality, boy wizard must stop him with the help of his friends" continued, except the written version had more information than the visual. The fans already knew what was missing, so our brains filled it in for us. And leaving out that bit of info for the adaptation process allowed people who hadn't read the books to know what was going on and how the information fit together, even if they had less information than the fans.

(I think of the miniseries Chernobyl, when the general asks how a nuclear reactor works. He gets a bare bones explanation, and can parrot it back to his subordinates later. He might not me able to do the math or understand all of the technical jargon, but that simple explanation has given him enough info to get things going.)

As the movies progressed, we saw more and more get left out since the books only got longer, or more in depth, or both which each new addition, but no matter what, that skeleton was still there, "evil wizard finds path to immortality, boy wizard must stop him with the help of his friends." And the 'friends' part was even more accurate with supporting characters!

Hermione was the nerd from the books, Ron was the goofy best friend, Neville was the underdog, Draco was the bully!

Every single character was fitting their book counterparts perfectly, they just couldn't be as in depth in this medium!

Lucius was the oily bastard you knew he was, Sirius was the Godfather who wanted to be there but couldn't, Bellatrix was the psychotic fanatic who'd do anything to earn Voldemort's praise, Dumbledo--

And that's where the similarities stop.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is a lot of things: he's the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot (the Wizard High Court), honoree of the highest medal of Honor possible for Wizards, one of the most notable contributors to the field of alchemy, and from what I understand a PHENOMENAL dancer.

He's human, and fallible like any other human, but he is definitely not stupid.

Just in book 1, before Ms. Rowling had even gotten into her stride as a storyteller, we see Dumbledore:

Send Harry to the safest place possible; watch over him as much as possible; send updated owls to Harry with every change of address; send Hagrid as the most friendly way to introduce Harry to his true world; Send Harry the invisibility cloak as a connection to his dad; say that he 'doesn't need a cloak to become invisible;' RETURN the cloak after Harry lost it; and turned around on his trip to London on some intuition, barely managing to save Harry's life.

While he might not be the warmest of people, probably due to a tendency to think too deeply, Dumbledore shows the strongest of power when he needs to fight, the quickest of words when he needs to talk, and what seems to be a clear sense of right and wrong (the waters get a little murky with that last one, but he stands up for what he sees is wrong, regardless of what he thought at 18), and a calm dignity, even while getting his feathers ruffled.

And that's exactly why this gets under our skin so much.

As fans of the books, we see Dumbledore do it all, in great detail. Even that infamous line is ended with "he asked CALMLY" (All Caps is my addition). We see Dumbledore:

-sit next to an 11-year old who nearly died recently and promise to some day tell him about the first time he nearly died as an infant AT THE HANDS OF THE SAME GUY... Calmly, because this is a conversation he's been dreading for years, so he's prepared.

- hire a clear fraud just to fill his staff; have two 12-year olds crash an illegal flying car into a living tree AND talk down the teacher that wanted to skin them alive; deal with an unknown threat that was attempting to kill his students; get forcibly removed from the school, only return ready to console grieving parents AND watch the same 12 year olds from earlier emerge from an unfindable chamber WITH the 11 year old who was thought to be dead....calmly, because he's lost loved ones, and he knows what it is to grieve.

- Hire a werewolf; keep that a secret from his students, their parents, and maybe even the government; and have two 13 year olds illegally time travel to save an animal an a convicted felon...calmly, because an innocent man's life is important.

- Host a death tournament specially designed to 'not kill;' and slowly watch a plot to revive to worst wizard ever unfold before his eyes....calmly, because he didn't have all of the information yet.

- Get slandered by the entirety of the government, and forcibly removed from his position in the Courts; have a government spy forced onto his staff; purposefully pissed her off; evade arrest and go on the lam...calmly, because he knows he's right, and the truth will out. THEN come back, fight every Death Eater in the ministry, fight Voldemort, convince the government not to arrest him, then talk Harry through his Godfather's death....calmly, because he knows he messed up, he even says that Harry show be so much angrier, and 'please, by all means, destroy my possessions'.

- Find out he's dying; find out there's a hit on him; recruit an old colleague, and use Harry as a means to reveal a crucial part of Voldemort's past, which he's been teaching to Harry all year; find a horcrux as well as pass on as much info about them as possible; AND get psychologically tortured mere moments before being murdered....

- AND, postmortem, we find out that Dumbledore has been playing pretty much everybody, but especially Harry....calmly, because for once, it really was "the greater good."

But he was fun loving too, maybe childishly so due to the fact that he had to grow up so fast.

- Some of His first words after Harry starts school are, "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! And tweak!"

- He did what was best for the school AND Firenze by hiring the centaur, but he clearly enjoyed shoving it in Umbridge's face.

- and let's not forget the night he picked Harry up front Privet Drive. He obviously made those glasses hit the Dursleys as some small payback for how they treated Harry.

That's Dumbledore. Serious, wise, and seriously wise, with a penchant for mischief.

The movie Dumbledore gave none of that, especially with that terrible, terrible reading of that line.

That one line changed the entire character of Albus Dumbledore. Instead of the cool, calm, and collected man he always was, he lost control. In front of his foreign and governmental guests nonetheless. That would never happen to Dumbledore. He's seen the signs, and can tell something is up. That's WHY he hired "Mad-Eye."

Even that stupid Christmas scene added to the HBP movie, as much as I freaking HATE it, doesn't CHANGE anything. The Death Eaters attack and for some reason burn the house down. Boo hoo. Nobody gets hurt, nobody dies, the house is back to normal the next movie. No big deal. They just wanted to add to the drama some, instead of the usual deduction from the cuts.

This change is why we hate SO many other adaptations, or "cuts" as they call them.

-Those of us who are old enough to remember will freaking riot over the "Han shot first" argument, because we knew that there was no way in hell Han would sit and let Greedo take a shot at him, ESPECIALLY since they freaking showed it first, then changed it later.

-It's why we all hate M. Night. Shyamalan's fucking guts, because he took the single greatest cartoon masterpiece ever created, and tried to make it better. The one scene that sticks out to me is when they're trying to escape the earth-bending prison camp. First, they had to be removed from the land entirely, or their pride would cause a rebellion instantly; second, 6 benders did what we see Toph do her first lesson as a blind toddler. Unlike Lucas, Shyamalan wasn't trying to appease anyone. He just wanted a name for himself, so he decided to take on the most popular cartoon ever. Pass or fail, he has that fame now.

Some of the fault might lie with the director, or possibly even the actor himself. Michael Gambon is a respected actor, and probably had a sense for how the character would play, even if that sense might not have been based in the books. Couple that with multiple directors by this point, multiple actors having playing Dumbledore, and the books still gradually coming out, and the information and range for the character of Dumbledore might have been quite limited.

And let's not forget those cuts that needed to be made. With a shorter story comes a need to get the information across faster.

Instead of mulling it over for a moment while the rest of the group argues (and probably for a good year or so by this point), and calmly asking Harry if he entered himself in the tournament, the quick explosion both saves time by cutting the opening argument AND gives the audience a cue for suspense. They know something is wrong NOW, and they don't know what, but they'll find out as the people on screen do.

Personally, I believe that this system can be broken by a rather simple solution: TV show.

Instead of one movie, each book gets one Season, and every couple chapters or so gets an episode. I foresee problems as we get to the later books as opposed to the early one, since they start getting thick AF with GoF.

But I think the pros outweigh the cons.

-The locations for HP are actually incredibly limited. They pretty much go back and forth between the same dozen locations all seven books, so you could make sets to switch out whenever needed, and just reuse the exact same sets for seven straight years, with little to no change in between.

- We have all of the books now, and then some, and then some extra BS on top of that, and the plethora of headcanon out there, so we have more than enough information for every single thing about this place, excluding literal physical dimensions. Find a kid who looks like Harry, another actor who can flawlessly pull off Snape, and some old guy who wants to be goofy sometimes, and you've got gold.

- We could actually include the minor characters too. Peeves could pop in and out every few episodes, Dobby can play the role he was meant for, Kreacher can exist as more than 3 lines. The vanishing cabinet could actually be introduced in year 2, then addressed in Year 5, then revealed properly in year 6. Moaning Myrtle has her scenes, Bill Weasley has his, Tonks could be the most important female character besides Hermione or Ginny.....

Anyway, you get the picture. This whole thing was inspired by one comment, and I've been working on this for almost 6 hours now. Pretty sure I've worked harder in this post than any papers in high school...

Hollywood, if by some miracle you see this, I'll totally be a screen writer for the Harry Potter TV show. In the meantime, goodnight.

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For You Only

Requested By: Anon I hope you like it!

Shoutout to my Mother @nambewb for suggesting on using her name (I love you mom!) and the lovely Ivory. You guys are the best!

Word Count: 2,010 

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst, cursing

Summary: After a breakup, your celebrity of a best friend brings you to a gathering filled with her fellow celebrity friends. What you did not expect was to meet the love of your life. 

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Love is a bitch. No one can deny this statement. But to you love was being extra bitchy. The asshat you once called the love of your life broke up with you over a fucking text message. No phone call no nothing. Just plain lousy text. Everything was fine the night before. It was date night and you were doing the usual. Movies, pizza, and sex.

But you woke up to a message that wrecked your entire being. It’s been around a month now and still not over the asshat. Almost 2 years of life were ruined. A time that you could never get back. If only you had a time-turner but such things did not exist.

“Alrighty bitch, it’s time for you to leave this room and get some fucking sunlight.” Your best friend Ali said. Or as the rest of the world knows her as Snail. And yes your best friend is the super talented and amazing Snail. Not many people know about your friendship since Ali likes to keep her celebrity life separated from her private life.

“No, let me die here all alone.”

Suddenly cold air met your legs causing you to curl up. It was no use to try and argue with Ali. She wasn’t going to leave once she got what she wanted. And right now what she wanted was for you to get out of bed and socialize.

“(y/n) when was the last time you left this house besides going to class.?” She said but you just turned on your stomach with your head under your pillow. “Answer me now bitch!”

“I don’t know? Now please let me be.”

“If you are not showered and dressed by the time I’m done cooking breakfast, I burn all of your signed Harry Potter books.”

At the sound of burn and Harry Potter, you flew off the bed and ran towards the bathroom. Let’s just say you had a tiny obsession with HP.

“I shall be out in a jiffy. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BOO, please don’t touch my babies” You yelled turning the shower.

Sadly you had to admit to the fact that a shower was much needed. It has probably been more than 4 days since your last shower. But in your defense, you had all online classes this semester and there was no need to go out into the real world. Finally showered and dressed, you headed out to your kitchen not knowing that you’d soon be meeting the love of your life.

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 “HOLY SH-“

Before another sound could escape from you, Ali covered your mouth and slapped the back of your head.

“What the hell?” Rubbing the spot that she hit you did nothing to ease the pain. Anyone in (Y/N) place would react almost the same way when you are dragged into a room filled with celebrities. One of them being Kim Taehyung.

“Why can’t you act like a normal human being,” Ali asked you while slowly dragging you over to the food table. The food table was the only place that Ali thought of that could help distract you.

“I am acting like a REGULAR POOR human who has never met a celebrity.” You said. Grabbing a plate you thought of all the food you could pile on not caring that Lee Kwang Soo aka the Giraffe was a few feet away from you.

Ali turned around a gave you her famous WTF look.

“Excuse you! Then what am I? An effing couch?”

“Nah you are more like that annoying booger that’s too far up my nose that I can’t reach so it’s stuck forever.”

This was the moment Ali knew she should’ve just left you to rot. Ignoring you, she started to look the reason you had decided to come to this lil gathering that she had no idea what it was for.

“Stop stuffing your face with meatballs!” Taking out her phone Ali sent the message that would put in motion her plan.

After swallowing a whole meatball you replied, “They’re my weakness, wait where are you going! Don’t leave me...”

She left you all alone surrounded by a bunch of wild celebrities. What a best friend you thought. How can she leave you in a place where you clearly don’t belong. Well, at least it was next to the food table.

“Hi.”

You almost choked at the deep ass voice that came from behind. Scared that you may be thrown out you turned around. Why? Well, your dumb brain didn’t know but you were still scared. Standing in his full glory was the one and only KIM TAEHYUNG. You were shocked, to say the least. Why would THE Kim Taehyung be talking to you?

Looking behind you to make sure it was really you who he was talking to, you point to yourself mouthing ‘ME’

“Yes, you. I’m Kim Taehyung. You’re (Y/N) right?” He extended his hand out for you to shake but you being your dumb self just stared at it still not processing what’s happened. Why would someone like him be talking to thing like you?

“H-how do you know my n-name?” You stuttered. Really (Y/N), stuttering in front of your celebrity crush you thought while mentally stabbing yourself. Hoping to just disappear. Why did you have to listen to Ali and leave your precious bed? Oh, that’s right the fate of your babies was at stake. Damn you, Ali. But you still love the hoe. Even though you may be embarrassing yourself, how many people say they’ve met one of BTS’s visual kings and knew who you are?

“Snail talks about you all the time. Would you like to take a seat and maybe we could get to know each other?”

Still, in an idiotic daze, you managed to nod your head and follow him to an empty chair. But obviously taking you meatballs with you. You’d remember to thank Ali later on. For the remainder of the gathering was spent with the two of you talking. The rest of the world was blurred out.

*****

2 months have passed and they have been the best months of your sad life. Ever since that wonderful meeting, you and Tae have gotten a lot closer. And yes you were at the Tae base. How did all of this happen? Hell if you knew but you wouldn’t change it. For once you felt loved and appreciated. The only sad thing was you didn’t know if he felt the same way as you. The moment you too get too close or too flirty he distances himself as if he regrets it. Confronting him would only mess things up so you’d rather just keep everything the way it is.

Ding!

Taebear: Practice is over. Wanna go get pancakes?

You: Sure! Same place?

Taebear: See you in 30.

You didn’t bother to change out of your Stich onesie. Tae has seen you in a worst state before. Plus it was close to 11 pm the diner would be mostly empty. You headed out after stuffing some cash and your ID into your phone case. Purses weren’t your thing.

The night was calm and peaceful with a light breeze blowing every once in a while. Nights like these relaxed you. You just loved walking around with music played through your airpods. The diner that you’d meet Tae at was just a short distance away from the apartment building you lived at. With the ring of the bell announcing your arrival to the diner you take a seat. Unknowing to you, the asshat of your ex was seated a few booths away and saw you walk in. Being the idiot he, going up to you to try and convince you to get back together was his brilliant plan. The reason behind your break up was a simple fact he was bored of you. But for some fuckboish reason, he wanted you back.

Sitting In peace scrolling through your Tumblr you waited for Tae to arrive. What you didn’t expect was for Hyun-Soo to take a sit in front of you. Thank the heavens that Tae had arrived the moment Hyun-Soo took a seat but he decided to wait and see what he wanted before making his presence know.

“Babe I missed you so much,” Hyun-Soo said with the attempt to hold your hand. The action made Taehyung’s blood boil. No one was allowed to touch you. You are his girl.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him appalled to see him sitting there acting as if nothing happened between the two of you.

“I want us to get back together silly” He smiled at you his famous boyish smile. A smile that no longer had an effect on you. These days the only smile that makes your heart race was a cute boxy smile. A smile that only Kim Taehyung could pull of.

“You think I’m stupid or something? You broke up with me over a fucking text after 2 fucking years of dating. Now you think a lousy ‘I miss you” will make me forget you?” You harshly said removing your hand from the table since he tried to once again take a hold of them. The only person you wanted to hold hands with wasn’t here yet. Or so you thought.

At this moment Tae thought it was time to make himself present.

“Babe who is this?” He said in that sweet deep voice.

Babe? Did he just call you babe??? The word babe was the only thing going through your mind. You missed the mine stare off Tae and Hyun-Soo had due to your mini fangirl moment.

“Who the fuck are you to be calling (Y/N) babe? Only I can call her that!” Hyun-Soo exclaimed getting off the booth to stand in front of Taehyung. They were around the same height but one could easily see that Tae would win if a fist were to be thrown. It’d be a hot thing to see but you didn’t want to see Tae engage in such things.

“Ah! You’re the asshat right?” Tae said grabbing your hand and pulling you next to you.

“What did you just call me?”

“My apologies, it’s just that my lovely GIRLFRIEND (Y/N) only refers to you like that.” As he said that Tae wrapped an arm around your waist. You honestly had no clue what was happening since all you could think about was the fact that Tae had his arm around you and call you his girlfriend.

“Let’s cut this short since I would really like to eat some pancakes with my girl and your presence is ruining my appetite. Leave (Y/N) alone. You missed your shot and thank you for that because I can now spend the rest of my life with the sweetest crackhead I know and love very much. Plus we are to Gucci for you.” With that Tae took you to the back of the diner where no one would disturb you.

Finally coming to your sense you let go of Tae’s hands.

“Sweetest Crackhead? Tae you didn’t have to do that for me.” You said looking down blushing like a mad woman.

“For you, I’d do anything and what I said back there is true. I know I’ve been weird around you lately and it may be to soon to say I love you but it’s the truth. I’d love for you to allow me to be part of your life.” He said taking your hand back into his. The place they belong in.

“I love you too.”

Taking advantage to the fact that you were seated beside each other Tae leans in and gives you the best kiss you’d ever experienced. For the first time ever you feel 100% happy. Life was dull but that all changed thanks to Taehyung.

“I never told you this but Snail was the one who suggested I’d get to know you,” Tae said

Looks like you’ll have to apologize to Snail for all the times you called her a hoe.

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[pitubea1910]

Fresh Start - Part 17

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Oliver Queen, Thea Queen, Iris West, Kara Danvers, Caitlin Snow, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle

Words: 2379

Warnings: none I think

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Notes: so here it is! The final part of this series I’ve loved so much. I’m not sure if I liked the final as a whole but I’m happy with the series, really happy actually and I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I’ve done! Thank you so much for the constant support, it had meant a lot! Also, I know this is not how it happens in the actual show but I hope you like it anyway! As I already said, next week (probably on the weekend) I’ll start my next series about Tom Holland. I don’t know how long it will be because I have SO MANY ideas for it. If you’re interested in it just let me know!

MASTERLIST

Once that things were okay with Oliver it really felt like you could win this. Maybe you didn’t know how, but you trusted the weapon they were building would work. Still, when it had been five hours without any kind of notification from any of them, you started to get worried.

“They’re working, guys” Iris said. “You can’t expect them to build a…killing-alien-machine in an hour” she added. You nodded in agreement.

“But maybe in two” Barry mumbled. You squeezed his hand under the table, earning a small smile from him.

“We all are worried but pressing them will not help at all” you said.

“She’s right” Thea shrugged. “Whatever they come up with, I’m sure it will be the answer. But Rome wasn’t built in a day”

They all sighed with a nod, knowing there was nothing they could do. After looking at them, you looked out of the window with a sigh. You really were scared. What if the aliens finished their weapon before you could finish yours? What if they attacked?

“Hey…” Barry whispered by your side. You looked at him immediately.

“Want to go for a walk?” He asked.

You smiled a little, happy that he noticed how much you needed to clear your head. It took just a nod from you and he was already standing up. The whole group looked at you two with confusion.

“We’re going for a little walk” Barry informed taking your hand.

“Everything okay?” Oliver asked, looking straight at you.

“Yeah, I just need some fresh air” you smiled at him.

He gave you one more look before nodding so you and Barry headed outside still holding hands. Once you were outside, you let out a huge breath before wrapping an arm around his waist. He pulled you closer by your shoulders and kissed your head before starting walking down the street.

“I’m worried” you finally said. Barry looked down at you, rubbing your shoulder slowly. “What if they don’t finish on time?” You asked.

“They will” Barry replied, not needing any specification.

“But what if they don’t?” You asked again, stopping to stand in front of him. He looked at you and sighed.

“I don’t know” he admitted. Biting your lip, you looked up at the sky. “We will fight. Like we always do” he added taking your hands.

“They’re aliens Barry” you whispered looking at him. The moment he saw the tears in your eyes, he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know” he whispered back, hugging you as tight as he could. “I will protect you. No matter what. You will not get hurt”

“Maybe you will” you finally said looking up at him. He frowned not letting you go. “I’m not worried about me, Barry, I’m worried about you. About Oliver, Thea…about everyone” you confessed.

“They will be okay too” he tried to comfort you.

“You don’t know that” you said shaking your head.

“No, I don’t” he said taking your face in his hands. “But I need to believe it. If we don’t have hope…what’s left?”

You knew he was right but you still found it so hard to believe that you could win this one. Yeah, you had watched many aliens’ movies and the human race always won, but that was fiction, not real life. And the reality was that the chances were almost nonexistent.

“(Y/N)…” Barry said.

But before he could say anything, both of your phones rang at the same time. Immediately, you took them out to see a text from Cisco: we got it. You two looked at each other and without any other words, he picked you up and started running towards the Labs. Maybe, after all, there was hope for all of you.

Since you were the first ones to get to the Labs, you had to wait around 15 minutes before everybody was there. You all were standing around Cisco, Caitlin and Felicity, who were holding something that looked like a big gun but deformed.

“Okay, everyone” Cisco said after clapping once. “We made it, we made the Multiweapon!” He exclaimed.

“Multiweapon?” Kara said.  

“I’m still working on the name” Cisco shrugged, obviously embarrassed by the lame name they had come up with. “I was thinking something about the Ultimate Weapon but-“

“Cisco, there’s no time” Oliver cut him, with his arms crossed.

You chuckled a little at Cisco’s face but then payed attention to his explanation. You had to admit that you didn’t understand much, but if their math was right, which used to be, that was the device that would allow you to defeat the aliens, by destroying their ship so they would have to go home and leave you alone.

“So what’s the plan?” Thea asked.

“That’s the tricky part” Caitlin said, stepping forward. “We have to be close to them so it is powerful enough to work”

“How close?” you asked, not liking the way this was turning out.

“Space close” Felicity said.

“What?!” Barry exclaimed.

“Someone has to go to space?” Kara asked with a frown.

“Either that or we wait until they decide to land in the middle of our ocean” Cisco shrugged.

“That’s not an option, right?” You asked.

“The greens wouldn’t be too happy” Diggle pointed out.

You all looked at each other, not really knowing what to say next even though all of you knew. Someone had to do it, there was no other chance but who was going to take such a big risk?

“I’ll do it” Kara asked.

“Kara, this is not even your world”, Barry said.

“But I’m the only one who can actually go to space” she replied. “Not for too long but I hope long enough to fire the weapon” she shrugged.

“It’s dangerous” Iris said.

“I know” she nodded and looked at Cisco. “Let’s send them home” she smiled.

Immediately, everyone started to get ready. Cisco explained to Kara how the weapon exactly worked while you, Caitlin and Felicity made sure that the coms were working properly. None of you knew if they would keep on working once she crossed the atmosphere but everyone hoped for the best. The rest of the team didn’t have much to do, except watching the sky and the streets in case some alien decided to attack.

“All set up” Barry said speeding into the cortex after setting up different new camera around the city.

“We’re ready” Caitlin told Kara.

“I’m ready” she nodded, even though she looked nervous.

“Are you sure you can do it?” Oliver asked her.

“Of course, I’m Supergirl, my cousin is Superman” she shrugged.

“Super-what?” Thea asked.

“Never mind” Kara laughed, shaking her head. “I’m ready”, she said again.

Barry approached you while everyone walked out of the cortex to do their part. You knew his part wasn’t big or too dangerous but you still were worried.

“I love you” you said hugging him. He laughed a little and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too” he replied and pulled away to kiss you. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Don’t worry” he smiled.

You nodded, still worried, and kissed him again before letting him go to join the others. With a sigh, you sat next to Caitlin who squeezed your arm and gave you a reassuring smile, which you returned before focusing on the coms.

“Everyone in position?” Oliver’s voice said through the coms.

“I’m good” Barry said immediately.

“Yes, Barry, we knew you would be ready soon” Thea mumbled making you chuckle.

After a few moments everyone was in place thanks to Cisco, or Vibe in this case, who had taken all of them to their positions in no time. Caitlin was constantly checking the city cameras in case there was any kind of movement, Felicity was trying to hack into the alien ship, while you paid attention to the coms, in case something went wrong.

“All clear” Digg said. You took a deep breath, knowing it was all about to start. When everyone checked in, you all looked at each other, it was time.

“Okay, guys, I’m flying” Kara suddenly said.

“Remember, you have to be-“ Cisco started saying, but Kara but him off.

“200 meters away. The less the better, got it, Cisco” Kara said.

“Damn guys, I’ve got an alien on the 3rd with Jackson’s Boulevard” Thea said.

“I’m on my way” Barry said immediately.

As usually, no one had to time to stop him so all you had to hear your boyfriend and your sister fighting a space monster, while Kara kept on reporting on how high she was. Just a few more minutes and probably the coms would be dead.

“We’re good, guys” Barry said through the coms.

“Fifty seconds guys, in case we lose contacts, I’ll do it as fast as I can” Kara said.

“Good luck” Oliver said.

You looked at the screens, seeing how something was going higher and higher into the sky until it just disappeared at the same time your contact to her was cut. She was on her own. Meanwhile, Oliver and Digg had also reported some alien attacks around the city. You could feel how tense you were and it didn’t matter how much Felicity and Caitlin tried to comfort you, you wouldn’t calm down until they were all back, safe and sound.

“Fuck…” you heard Barry’s voice in the coms.

With a frown you looked at the girls but they were too focused looking at the screens. You followed their gazes and gasped as you saw the image of the sky. A bright light was lightning up the whole sky, a light that suddenly turned orange and red, like a fire had started up there. It had to be Kara.

“She’s doing it” Caitlin mumbled.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “Their engines are blowing up!”

Just then, something came down form the space, leaving a trail behind it. Usually, you would be terrified, thinking it was a meteorite but this time you gasped, knowing it was Kara.

“She did it!” You exclaimed.

“Guys?” Her voice appeared again on the coms. “Some assistance?”

“You okay?” Felicity asked her, worried.

“Yeah, just suddenly exhausted. I’m going straight to the Labs” she said.

The three of you ran towards the elevator to be outside when she landed which didn’t take her long. She was stumbling a little so you hurried to help her. She thanked all of you but sat down on the concrete floor.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, bending down next to her.

“Going to space, firing a Multi Weapon and destroying an alien ship is kind of exhausting” she said.

“It worked?” Barry said appearing out of nowhere, as usual.

You all looked at Kara before she nodded. You let out a huge relieved breath and let Barry wrap an around you as you leaned against him, suddenly exhausted as well. Eventually, everyone started to arrive to have the news deliver to them. Relieve was all over their features, at least until Kara confessed not having the weapon with her.

“What?!” Cisco exclaimed. You smiled a little, knowing what was coming.

“I just dropped it I guess?” Kara said, finally standing up.

“You…dropped…my weapon…my baby…in space?” Cisco mumbled, suddenly pale. You tried not to laugh by hiding your face in Barry’s chest. “Can’t you fetch it back?”

“Cisco!” Caitlin exclaimed. “She’s not a dog!”

“But my-“ he tried to keep on talking but Caitlin wouldn’t let him.

“All she has to do now is rest and then go to her own planet, you get it? Are you aware of what she has just done for us?” She kept on scolding Cisco, who kept on trying to say something.

“Thank you so much, Kara” you thanked her, walking over her. “Are you really going back now?”

“Yeah, my world needs Supergirl” she shrugged looking down at you.

“You can stay and rest?” Thea suggested.

“Don’t worry” she smiled. “I’m better now” she nodded.

“Will you come back, right?” Barry asked wrapping his arms around her.

“Actually, it’s time for you to come to my Earth” she winked.

“I want to go! I want to meet the other me!” you exclaimed.

“Calm down there” Oliver said, wrapping an arm around you. “We still have to talk about interstellar trips, alright?”

“Boring” you said rolling your eyes.

You hugged Kara before the rest of the team did it and finally Cisco, who was still pouting about his weapon, opened a breach for her to go. She said one last goodbye and went through it.

“Damn, that’s cool” you mumbled.

“Forget it” Oliver said, making Barry laugh. “Don’t, Barry, I see you” Oliver added, looking at him. Barry gulped and looked at your brother. “We still have to talk, you know? If you’re going to date my sister, there’s a couple of things I have to say about it”

“Oh man, there we go” you said rolling your eyes.

“Good luck” Thea laughed. You smiled and walked over her to hug her tight. “I guess you’re staying here?”

“Of course” you smiled before looking at your brother and your boyfriend.

“I won’t hurt her, Oliver” Barry said with a sigh.

“Good, because if you do, I swear I will come here and hunt you down” he threatened Barry. You laughed at Barry’s face and walked over them, before someone said something wrong.

“Oliver, it’s okay” you smiled at your brother. “He’s the best thing I’ve got” you added looking up at Barry. “I love him”

“So cute” you heard Caitlin in the back, which made you chuckle.

“And I love you” Barry replied, looking down at you, forgetting about Oliver.

You smiled at him and turned so you were facing him, at the same time he placed his hands on your face to kiss you slowly, just happy that everything turned out how it was supposed to do.

“Okay, I’m not having that in front of me” Oliver said and turned around to walk away.

You laughed against Barry’s lips and pulled away but hugged him anyway. What had started like a simple university adventure, a new degree, had soon become your new life, your family. You had gotten what you had been looking for: a fresh start.

[whitewolfofwinterfell]

What’s your favorite vs least favorite HP books and movies? My favorite books and films are POA and GOT. And my least favorite books is probably the Deathly Hallows and the Half Blood Prince and the best of the movies are pretty much on the same level for me, though I think the Chambers of Secret and the Half Blood Prince is the ones I like the least.

Ooh, this is an interesting question to answer, thanks for asking! 

When it comes to the movies, my favourites aren’t necessarily the ones that I view as being the best but the ones I’ve got more of an attachment to mostly due to rewatching them over and over as a child. So it’s a toss up between the Chamber of Secrets and the Goblet of Fire. I have no idea why these were the two movies I gravitated to most as a child, but I watched them repeatedly and now I have such a nostalgic and fond feeling when I watch them that I think I’ll always consider them as being my favourites. 

I remember getting GOF on DVD for Easter from my mom (usually she gets me an Easter egg but I begged and begged and begged her to spend the extra to get me the DVD and managed to win her over) and it was in my DVD player for the next 6 months. I never even took it out I just watched it over and over. GOF wins out as being the best movie for me based on Voldemort’s return alone. The first time I saw that scene I was just in awe and I watched it over and over. The Triwizard Tornament is also an interesting plot that kind of separates it from the other movies in my mind. I also love it because I feel like it’s the turning point where things start to get darker. Chamber of Secrets is a weird one because I’m aware that it’s probably considered the worst movie in the series by most people. I think a lot of it is to do with the fact that it came out when I was 9 years old and when I was just reading the books and really getting into it, so when the new movie came out I fixated on it. I enjoy the lightheartedness of COS that is lost pretty quickly by the time we get to POA and GOF. Harry and Ron stealing the car and getting caught in the Whomping Willow, the introduction of Gilderoy Lockhart and Dobby and the polyjuice potion plot always made me laugh as a kid. But at the same time there was the plot with Ginny and the diary which had me gripped and it introduced us to a new side of Voldemort by showing us Tom Riddle. I just feel like COS is very representative of the childness of Harry Potter which I think gets lost in the later movies and I think watching it as a child that’s why I loved it so much. 

As an adult, I developed a love for POA (but as a child it was one of my least favourites out of the movies) because obviously it is amazing. I think POA is so good and well loved because we get to meet Sirius and Lupin and it steps up from COS which as I said was very childlike, to incorporate darker themes. I love the time travel, Buckbeak, The Death Eaters, Sirius’ plot, Harry’s relationship with Lupin, the Marauders Map. Like so many amazing things are introduced or expanded on in this movie and it really is enjoyable pretty much from beginning to end unlike a lot of the others that lose their oomph in parts. 

My least favourite movies are basically all of the later ones. I really don’t know why, but I never connected to or enjoyed the later movies in the same way as the early ones (by which I mean the first 4). I feel like by the time we got to OOTP they’d lost that Harry Potter feeling to me. Deathly Hallows part 2 is by far the best movie of the later half of the series because it’s the big finale to everything and payoff for everything that happened. But OOTP, HBP and Deathly Hallows part 1 are all meh to me. I appreciate OOTP for the simple fact that Sirius is in it and I love Sirius, but I feel like nothing at all really happens. HBP is pretty much the same in terms of nothing much happening. When I sit here and think about HPB literally the only thing that comes into my head is “Sir!” because that scene is honestly probably the funniest one across the 8 movies and I still laugh at that now even as an adult. Deathly Hallows part 1 is probably my very least favourite. I can’t recall liking a single thing about that movie. It’s boring, Ron annoys the shit out of me, there’s too much Harry/Ron/Hermione, Dobby dies (will never forgive JKR, why!?) and nothing at all happens. I think all of these movies feel like filler in the build-up to Deathly Hallows part 2 and they’re just so forgettable. 

When it comes to the books, it’s harder for me to say which are my favourites and least favourites because I actually haven’t read them since I was at school and I’m sure if I re-read them now as an adult my opinions and tastes would be different. So I’m basing this on my younger self, but the Deathly Hallows is definitely my favourite. Harry Potter as a general book series is well paced but there are times when it bored the shit out of me, but Deathly Hallow really picks up in pace (particularly in the second part). One of my lecturers at uni who’s a huge HP fan was actually talking about her favourite book and she’s convinced that JKR didn’t even write the last one because it was such a huge jump in quality and change in writing style. I can’t say whether or not I agree with that because it’s been a while since I read it, but I do agree that it’s quite a jump in quality. 

My least favourite book is ironically GOF. I don’t know how it can be my favourite movie but not my favourite book, but man, that book draaaaaags. Like I said, if I re-read it now maybe I’d appreciate it more because I think the length did just put me off when I was younger. But I think that as the books continued JKR tried to bush the boundaries and see how long she could make the books, but she seemed to forget the target audience was kids and what kid wants to read a book that big? It’s too daunting for a lot of kids. 

If I’m being honest (and I’ll probably be burnt on the stake by the HP fandom after saying this) I’m a huge advocate for the movies being equal (if not better) than the books. The books are good to add to your understanding of the movies and learn more about the characters or read about characters that were completely cut out of the movies, but I feel like the movies do an overall good job at depicting the story, particularly considering how limited they are with time in comparison to the books. I think people tend to jump on the bandwagon preaching about how amazing the books are and how they’re so much better than the movies, but in my opinion, it’s simply not true. HP is by far the best series I know that’s been transferred from book to screen and the only downfall I can see of the movies is that they had to cut back on the material in order to condense it down, there are some small inconsistencies due to different directors working on different movies and it restricts people’s imagination by providing visuals (which isn’t an issue if you’re like me and read the books before the movies and have a good imagination anyway). But in terms of overall quality, I don’t think the books are any better than the movies. The two just simply offer different experiences of the story and depending on the person, some will find more enjoyment in the books and others in the movies. 

This isn’t me hating on the books either, because I love the story of HP and what JKR created with the HP universe, but I just don’t find her writing to be that compelling. I have tried to re-read the books as an adult, but the truth of the matter is that I just haven’t been able to get through them because they don’t hold my attention. But since I’ve finished the semester I’m determined to give them another go for old time’s sake. I might even start with GOF just to see if my opinion has changed. 

Sorry for the long response by the way, I hope I didn’t bore you too much haha. 

[alightparticle]

The story of a 🌌

Hey.

Hey the person that i used to called y galaxy when i told a stories about y to my friends. Cuz u kno why? Y were a galaxy to me a vast and mesmerising things i've ever found.

The first time when i saw y, y looked so cute in yr light brown vest. Held a pocket camera with yr maroon eiger hat.

The second day i met y. Y shared a same playlist in my car. Y drank the same coffee as i was. We sat on a sbux bench at rest area km93 while everyone ate at kfc.

Since that day i always payed attention with yr stupid yet cute act.

And since that day too i was always be yr stalker on ig, path or even facebook. I wanna know y more.

Y were the type of person with cold emotion. Y said that y were ambivert.

I asked y once when we both walked to alfa while everyone watched futsal match

"kamu tuh emang gini ya? Cuek banget"

"Eh aku cuek kaya gimana?"

"Ga dalam semua hal si tapi kebanyakan iya"

Then i became quite. I felt so guilty at that time.

After that i sat alone and called my friend to talked about what happened here.

Y came to me and said "jangan disitu sendirian nanti kamu diculik" then i moved a lil bit closer to the others and u sat across my spot. Looked at the sky.

I came back to the bench near the field and y sat next to me. U listned all of my convo

"Ini nih ada yang nguping terus"

"diem ya jangan cerita sm siapa siapa"

Since that day. Y showed that y were not a cold person anymore. That was i feelt. I guessed. Was it true?

In the early morning. I went to school. That was my schedule. Y still in yr navy blue t-shirt and yr short pants above yr knee haha. Haven't tooked a bath yet. Y held a glass of tea while i was tied my shoe laces.

"Mal mal mal"

"Hah?"

"Minum dulu"

"Eh iya makasih to"

I remembered when we walked from balai desa to our home.

"Duh mal aku tuh paling ga bisa tahan tau sama sepatu"

"Sumpah sama"

"Nanti kalo pas di look fest aku berlebihan gimana"

"Entar amal bilang: to ih inget jangan boros tapi ga apa apa yg itu bagus hahaha"

And then we argued about who would bought a tickets. Till in the end i didn't went and watch yr snapchat recorded elephant kind.

The part that i loved to remembered about y is when we rode yr black grey honda. No matter where as long as i went with y it was never been boring. Y talked about this and that.

Once, when it was our schedule to went to the market (while there was another person and another motorbike) y said in a hurry

"Mal cepet sini mal"

Y asked me to went with y instead y with someone else or me with another motorbike.

"Iya iya"

"Kalo Pagi pagi tuh disini enak ya"

"Iya ya"

"Liat langitnya bagus"

"Ih iyaa"

I still remembered how it was looked like it was blue, pink, and purple at the same time. I felt the wind passed through my face. I love this morning.

One day we need more stethoscope to do an event 'pemeriksaan kesehatan' i know that my friend had more than two stethoscope but she was in another village which was far from us.

I asked seto to accompanied me.

We went to my friend's.

It was quite a long way.

We passed some field, river and cemetery between trees it wasn't scared at all. Cuz it still around 4pm.

In our way home we saw a sunset between a ricefield. It was amazing.

On the next day we had to gave back the stethoscope to my friend. And ofc. Seto is my best companion.

It was night when we went to the village. That is why it was so freakinly scary. I hid behind his back when we passed the cemetery. And in we headed home he said

"Mal cepet ambil hp aku buka maps kita lewat jalan lain arahin ya"

"Awas nyasar ih"

"Engga kita tuh di utara bla bla bla"

"Iya iya. Ah to tuhkan malah lewat jalan sawah udah gelap jalannya batu batu gini. So tau sih ah. Too ih ya ampun kuburan kenapa lewat sini sih"

"Udah si kamu mah tau sampe aja belokin ya"

"Parahlah jangan ih macem macem, to jangan lupa ke alfa ya syah nitip apa gitu td"

"Iya"

"Eh pasar malam hahaha to mau itu to"

"Ih ini mah wayang wayangan ya, mau apa?"

"Ituuuu cotton candy"

And we bought that cotton candy. When we arrived everyone had a meeting and i held a cotton candy that already unshaped. Awkwardly.

There was an event that asked us to be a partner. We went to around balai kota and asked a permission letter and gave an invitation letter for our event. I spend a whole day with him. His snapchat and path was full of me hahaha.

On the other day he asked me to went to repair shop cause his motorbike was really uncomfortable. We spended a whole day together again i slept at alfa bench and waited the repair shop opened cause it was friday. He ate his as always food at alfa strawberry icecream walls cup and gummy bear and a kind of milk tea or something. Snapchated my ugly face while i was sleeping. At the repair shop, it his turned to slept. Huft. After that we grabbed a drink and my trousers ripped -_-. We backed.

The freakin next day he asked me again to washed his black grey honda. We went to another village and talked about this and that.

"Mal tau mitokondria?"

"Taulah nannya sama anak biologi, mitokondria itu asalnya bakteri yang di makan sm sel lain yang akhirnya jadi mitokondria. Sm kaya kloroplas"

"Mal kan manusia terdiri dari materi materi tidak hidup ya? Kenapa ya manusia bisa hidup?"

"Terus kan sekarang organ organ udah bisa dibuat ya kan dari materi materi ga hidup itu?"

"Mal kamu tau consciousness ga?"

"Kalau ilmuan bisa bikin consciousness tuhan ga perlu ada lagi atuh ya?"

"Tapi to, kan kita belum tau kedepannya gimana lagian kalaupun bisa iya. Terus gimana sm keberaturan yg ada didunia ini? Ga mungkin kan ga ada yang ngatur?"

Y made me wanna learnt more. I don't wanna stuck with that's kind of question anymore.

Y were smart. I like yr mind. I wanna answer a lot of questions with y.

There was a day when we sat in front of the house looked at the stars. I love stars. I love yr knowledge about stars and photographs. No i love all of yr knowledge.

When both of our friends went to hospital. We wanna saw them. We used his motorbike and went away to a freakin far away hospital. We stopped at a market.

"Mal beli buah yu"

"Yu beli apa ya amal mau strawberry"

"Ih asem loh"

"Engga ah merah gini"

When i tried it at hospital i was cringe and looked at him

"Iya asem"

"Tuhkan"

Several days later one of our friend had to left because her disease became more worst. I cried. He calm me down and holding my shoulder.

"Udah udah ga apa apa"

A month wasn't enough for me to know y.

a night before we left this house around 12am.

"Mal jajan yuk"

"Jam 12 malem banget to? Yuk tar amal siap siap dulu"

"Iya"

"Yuk kemana"

"Jalan kaki aja ya ke warung guguk beli eskrim"

"Atuhlah too ayok"

But the shop was closed. We both laughed.

At that night we had to confess our feeling after all of we've been through.

I sat in front of the door cause i needed some oxygen. He sat across my spot and suddenly moved before these thing started. He sat next to me.

It was his turn. What i remembered about his speech haha. He was grateful and will miss all of our activities here. Next turn he pointed me.

I also grateful to know all of them (and definitely knowing y). A month wasn't enough for me. I love to spend my day with y. I love to listen to yr nonsense but mesmerising tought. I love yr capability to rate a movie. I love went some where and find a random ways with y. I love all the stupid things that y do. I love when y gave those kittens a bear brand milk. I know y love it too.

I don't know about how my feeling for y. What i know that i like yr beautiful mind.

I saw my self in y. It's like see my slef in a boy version except the fact that y were a diligent and freakinly smart person.

After that month. I have no bravery to talked to y. So, we didn't talked much. What i can do just stalkin haha I'm good at that.

I think y just out of my league. But. I never fall as deep as this after all of this time.

Hey dear my immortal crush.

[stripestheboar]

Sleepover

Okay.... I know I said I’ll only take Tumblr requests....... BUT DAMN IT I AM WEAK.

This one comes from Dragonsrule18 from FanFiction. The request?

My request is a little friendship/bonding fluff with Frisk and Undyne, either set during the hangout with Undyne in the game or after the True Pacifist ending. Undyne accidentally scares Frisk badly, unintentionally doing or saying something that triggers either a flashback of their battle or a flashback of Frisk's past before she/he/they met the monsters if Frisk had a bad past. When Undyne realizes how much she scared Frisk, she tries to comfort her in some way. The only other request I have for this oneshot is that there was not a genocide run.

My girl.... I DELIVER!

Word count: 3307

WARNING: There will be implications of child abuse.

“And remember that she is a growing young girl,” Toriel reminded checking her phone for any missed messages before looking back up at the two. “So make sure she eats plenty and doesn’t go to sleep too late, understood?”

Undyne grinned confidently, and with little effort, heaved Frisk to a sitting position on her shoulder, causing the young girl to giggle in amusement. “‘Course, Toriel!” Undyne assured. “She’ll be fine with me. Besides, if this little tyke can survive a battle with me, she’ll survive a night.” Toriel raised a brow as she crossed her arms. “Oh? That’s not very reassuring,” she huffed, checking the time once again. Frisk gave Undyne’s back a little pat, signalling she wanted to be set back down. Once back on her feet, she approached her mother with a cheeky little grin, her overnight backpack slung over her shoulder. “I’ll be fine, mom!” she told her. “Undyne and I are besties. She’ll take great care of me, promise.” The boss monster’s expression softened greatly and she gave a hesitant nod. “Yes yes, I know,” she murmured, “but you know how this old woman worries.” She looked at her phone one more time, before giving Frisk a quick hug. “I’ll be back for you tomorrow morning, understand? I must go now. Have fun with Undyne, dear.” And with that, Toriel strode back to her car as the pair waved her goodbye.

“Goodbye, mom!”

“See you tomorrow, Toriel!”

Soon enough, the two were watching the car disappeared from view, and by the time it had vanished, they were going back inside.

“It’s cool that we can hang out again, Dyne,” Frisk spoke, sitting on the couch big enough to hold a good three people. “Yeah, it’s been forever,” Undyne agreed, going to the kitchen to make themselves some tea. “Just the two of us. You and me.” “Where is Alphys, anyways?” the young girl asked, turning back on her knees on the couch in order to view Undyne from over the top of it. “Eh, she’s got some science duties n’ stuff,” she shrugged, boiling the water for their hot drinks. “So she’s pulling an all-nighter. She’ll be back tomorrow morning, but you’ll be asleep around then. So tonight, it’s just the two of us.” Frisk couldn’t help but smile, being reminded of their very first hangout back in the Underground.

“So what do you have planned?” was the next question the small human asked. “Eh, I got a good action movie we can watch, or maybe a good anime from Al’s collection,” she suggested, dipping the tea bags. “Oh, and some cooking, too. How does that sound?” She noticed the worried frown on Frisk’s face, looking a tad bit scared even. “No no, don’t worry,” Undyne chuckled, rushing to clear the worry up. “We have an electric stove. No fires, I promise.” This brought the happy smile back.

“Yeah!” Frisk agreed. “We’ll cook and we can watch movies while we eat. That sounds pretty fun.” Undyne grinned before pouring the tea for the both of them. “Glad you like it. It’s been a while since I’ve cooked anything. Al practically lives off of that packaged human food, and Paps has been busy with… Papyrus stuff.” She brought the cups over to the couch, handing the still steaming drink to Frisk, who gently blew on it. Like a wimp. Undyne drank her scorching hot tea without hesitation, which only served to impress her companion.

After the tea was done and they had finished catching up on events such as school and life up above ground, the two decided it was time to get started on their food for the night. Luckily it wouldn’t end in the house burning down. Probably.

“So what’s on the menu for tonight?” Frisk asked, hoisting herself to sit on the counter of the kitchen. “Lasagna,” Undyne replied, already going into the pantry to get the supplies they needed. Once the ingredients were set, the two stood in the middle of the kitchen, ready to get started.

“Ready?” Undyne asked, looking down at Frisk. She looked up at the fish monster with a confident smile and gave a nod, but Undyne wasn’t taking such a pathetic excuse for an answer as evidence. “No no, I mean, ARE YOU READY?” she demanded. Frisk nodded, filled with determination.

“Yeah I’m ready!”

“I said ARE YOU READY?!”

“Heck yeah I’m ready!”

“ARE YOU READY FRISK?!”

“HECK FLIPPIN’ YEAH I’M READY!”

“THEN LET’S BAKE SOME LASAGNA! NGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

And with that, the two ran to their ready positions. “Frisk! Sauce!” Undyne demanded, grabbing a large basket full of vegetables, heaving all it contents onto the counter. “Yes ma’am!” Frisk immediately began mashing the vegetables with a meat tenderizer, since she wasn’t comfortable holding knives just yet. With all her strength, she beat every single vegetable into a purée, the small weapon of destruction and tenderization helping to mash it fast enough to Undyne’s liking. She was no longer a Frisk among tomatoes, but a warrior against her puny enemies, as her friend would describe. Once the sauce was done, she scraped it all into the pot, only now noticing how dirty her clothes she had gotten from the juices of her mashed enemies. Still, she didn’t mind, for this was pretty fun. She scooped the rest of the sauce into the pot, putting it on the stove to heat up.

“Next, the pan!” Undyne yelled, tossing the glass pan used to hold the lasagna onto the counter. Only by the grace of the almighty did it not shatter upon impact. Frisk caught the no-stick spray used to grease up the pan and sprayed the inside of the pan until the container was empty, leaving the glass with a thick layer of oil in the inside. Some of the grease even leaked onto the floor. It was probably extremely unhealthy, but she didn’t care. She was too busy having fun.

“Now the flat noodle things!” Frisk hurried to turn around and catch the box of lasagna strips, throwing them into the pot full of water at full force. She then turned up the heat as far as it would go, to where the water was boiling within seconds. She didn’t even know water could boil that fast. The pasta was ready within minutes, and by then, Undyne had already finished browning the meat she was preparing, burning them until they were a brownish-black.

“Alright, Frisk, now drain that pot until it has nothing left to give you but the weak, limp remains of your enemies!” Okay, that was a bit too much imagery, but Frisk only gave a nod and grabbed the pot, running over to Undyne, who was already by the sink and draining the meat.

However, the little section of tiled floor that she ran on was unfortunately greased up from the overkill of spraying the pan. Upon stepping on that little patch of tile, Frisk slipped, hurling the the pot of boiling water in front of her. Luckily, the pot was thrown aiming downwards, so most of the water hit the floor, but some of the scalding liquid got straight onto Undyne’s bare feet and legs. Her high HP was already beginning to lower as she let out swears and grunts of pain.

Some people may say that Undyne has a few anger issues. When someone is in pain, they tend to act unpredictably.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Undyne shouted, jumping away and falling to the floor, grasping at her burning leg. The skin was already starting to peel off.

People in pain tend to do things they don’t meant to do.

Undyne swore once again, gritting her teeth and slamming her fist into the floor, cracking the tile. Frisk scrambled to her feet, backing away. “D-Dyne! O-oh my god, I’m so sorr-”

They tend to say things they don’t mean.

“AGH! MOTHER FUCKER! LOOK WHAT YOU DID YOU LITTLE BRAT!”

Frisk let out a squeak at the outburst, tears becoming visible in her eyes, but Undyne was too busy trying to help her injured feet to notice until Frisk ran off. “Fuck,” he cursed to herself, grabbing onto the ledge of the counter and hoisting herself up. “Frisk! Wait!”

But she was already gone.

Undyne cursed to herself once again, struggling to steady herself. Within a few seconds, she was able to muster strength to stand without the support of the counter. “Frisk!” she called into the hallway she had seen her friend disappear into. “C’mon, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” There was no answer. Undyne mentally scolded herself for letting herself lose her temper like that.

“Frisk!” she called once again, hobbling towards the hallway despite the pain. Once at the entrance, she saw her bestie near the end of the passage, beside the bedrooms. She was backed up at the end of the hall, watching the monster cautiously. She looked worried, and even… scared?

“Frisk? You okay?” Undyne asked, lowering her voice to a gentle murmur, a worried look in her eye as she stepped towards her friend, the pain no longer being an issue in her mind. But to her great surprise, Frisk dashed away, scampering like a frightened child afraid of a punishment from their parents. She ran into Undyne and Alphys’ room, slamming the door shut. Undyne blinked, astonished by the reaction. Had she scared Frisk that bad? She didn’t think so. It had only been some shouting and swears, and the human should know well enough that it was from pain and not caused by any sort of hate. She made her way over to the bedroom and grabbed the handle, once again surprised when she found it locked. She grunted and twisted the handle until the lock and handle broke. She would get it fixed later. This was a much more important matter. Her bestie was scared and hiding from her.

Forcing the door open, she scanned the room carefully, but there was no sign of Frisk. She let out a huff and began to search the room, looking under beds and in the closet. She soon found her friend in the bathroom, following the sounds of muffled crying and the smell of tomato sauce that led to the bathtub. Without turning on the lights or warning Frisk of her presence, Undyne drew the curtains back, her soul breaking upon hearing the kid let out a surprised scream.

Frisk was cowering in the bathtub, her knees brought to her chest and her hands covering her turned away face, though Undyne could still tell from the labored breathing and soft sounds that she was now sobbing. She trembled under the other’s shadow, mustering out a few shaky words before Undyne even had the chance to say anything.

“P-pl-please don’t hu-hurt me,” she begged, tucking into herself more as if it would somehow protect her. Undyne furrowed her brow, her worry for her friend overwhelming her as she reached out to touch Frisk’s arm. “Whoa whoa, Frisk,” she said softly. “I’m not going to hurt yo-” As soon as her hand made contact, the child drew back with a jerk, tensing up more as if she expected Undyne to yank her out of the tub. Undyne drew her hand back as well, her soul practically chipping away at the sight. What was going through her head right now to make her so scared of one of her best friends?

“I-I’m so sorry,” the human sobbed, refusing to look up at her. “J-just please d-d-don’t hurt me!”

“Frisk… Frisk I’m not going to hurt you,” Undyne assured gently, getting to her knees as she grasped the side of the tub. “We’re besties, remember? I’d never hurt you… Frisk, just calm down, okay. It was an accident. I’m not mad at you, I swear.”

Undyne had to repeat this to her several times, trying once more to touch her again. Once again, Frisk drew back, but he words seemed to help, as her shaking soon stopped and she let Undyne gently grasp her hand, squeezing it gently to let her know she still cared for her. “You’re okay… I promise.”

After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, Frisk finally looked up at Undyne with bleary eyes, tear marks clear down her face in the dim light coming from the bedroom. “Y-you’re not going to punish me?” she whispered. “Even after I hurt you?” Undyne shook her head firmly, giving her a soft smile. “Of course not, Frisk. It was a simple mistake. I’d never hurt you, okay? And I’m fine. I just need a few cinnabunnies and I’m good to go. You think a bit of hot water is gonna take me down, punk?” Frisk could help but giggle at this, shaking her head. “No… no I guess not,” she replied, wiping away her tears. “Good, now let’s get you a warm bath, okay? That’ll relax you. You’re all messy, too.” She tussled Frisk’s brown lock, rubbing some of the vegetable juices in deeper while Frisk only giggled and tried to bat her hand away.

After that little confrontation in the tub, Frisk got out as Undyne got up to turn on the lights so it wouldn’t be so gloomy in there. She started a bath as Frisk began to undress. A bath sounded really nice to her right now. By the time the water was ready, her tears had dried, and she got in without hesitation, giving Undyne a quiet thank you and apologized once again before starting to wash up. Undyne only dismissed the apology and went to clean up the mess.

After only a few minutes, Undyne had soaked up the now cold water and thrown away the spilt pasta, also taking the sauce and meat off the stove to store them away for another time. When she got back to the bathroom, Frisk was all lathered up and was already rinsing the soap out of her short hair. She no longer seemed upset, though she did look a tad saddened, mostly ashamed for the way she had reacted.

Dyne went about getting a towel, setting it on the edge of the tub. She was about to leave, when that sharp, guard-trained eye of hers caught something peculiar. She turned and looked at Frisk, who was turned away in the tub and was still rinsing herself off. Yeah, there was something definitely there.

Along the young girl’s back were small lines, thin, sharp strips of lighter toned flesh in comparison to the rest of her warm skin. Upon closer inspection, these small slices of color turned out to be scars. And not just simple scratches, but cuts that split skin and caused humans to bleed. Undyne unconsciously moved forward, sitting on the edge of the tub as she observed Frisk’s back. She could now see smaller, less noticeable scratches along the skin. There weren’t many, but they were definitely worrying. Undyne’s soul didn’t drop completely into her stomach until she saw patches of scars that she actually had trouble identifying. They reminded her of patchwork and were mostly located around her collarbone. With a bit of imaginative thinking, though, she soon realized that they were burn marks. Small ones, and too few and evenly placed to be accidental. From the way these looked, they seemed to be from quite a while ago, too.

Frisk tensed upon feeling gentle hands unconsciously trace along the faded, but still very visible scars along the back of her body. She let Undyne do this, not saying anything to her friend.

“Where did these come from?” Undyne spoke softly, moving her hand away. Frisk hesitated, but still answered. “From before the Underground,” she replied in a barely audible voice. She heard a soft sigh behind her, and after a few minutes of silence, she heard her get up.

“Alright, no more thinking sad thoughts. Let’s get you dried up, okay?” Frisk nodded and smiled as she was handed the towel. Undyne left to let her dry herself off, retrieving her pajamas from the backpack and letting her get dressed in peace. Undyne, too, got dressed in something more comfortable, getting into some sweatpants and a talk top just as Frisk left the bathroom.

“So, instant noodles and an action movie?” the older girl suggested, already heading to the kitchen with the younger trailing behind her. “Yeah!” the girl replied, sounding more enthusiastic now. “Something overly processed and packaged sounds really good right now.” Undyne gave a soft laugh in response, going to cook up some three-minute instant pasta. As she did so, Frisk ran over to the TV and DVD player and pop in the action movie the two had been talking about. Once the movie was in and the unhealthy pasta was ready, the two sat down on the couch. Undyne handed Frisk her chopsticks, who took them in confusion.

“Why do you have chopsticks?” the smaller asked, looking up at the taller. “Al likes to use them whenever she really gets into anime,” was the chuckled reply. Frisk gave her a weird look. “Why don’t you just use forks?” She got a weird look in return. “What, you mean doing it the easy way?” Frisk let out a giggle before forcing herself to figure out how to use the sticks correctly as the movie started.

The opening played, and fortunately for the two, it was just as awesome and epic as the two had been hoping for. As the movie went on, knives were flying, fire was blasting, bombs were bursting; it was any adrenaline junkie’s paradise. The noodles were soon depleted, leaving the two to watch the movie in the dark with crossed legs, Frisk excitedly hugging a couch pillow as Undyne cheered on the main character.

Of course, as with every movie, there was the obligational part where the movie slowed when times were looking down, the main character looking for inspiration to keep going and save his friends. Undyne looked over and smiled at Frisk, who seemed to be having a rather fun time judging from the smile on her face and the giggle at the occasional joke. She gave her a gentle elbow. “Hey punk,” she said softly, grabbing the other’s attention. “You know we’d never hurt you, right?” Frisk frowned for half a second, but a small smile soon returned to her face. “Yeah, I know,” she replied. “And you know that we’re always here to help you? And protect you, right?” The young girl got a bit bleary-eyed and nodded, the smile growing wider. “Yeah, I know,” she replied, quickly giving her friend a tight hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Undyne blinked in surprise, but grinned, giving Frisk a soft pat on the head. “No problem, punk. You mean the word to us.”

Their attention was soon brought back to the movie by the sounds of a loud explosion. Frisk slowly let go of Undyne and the two best friends went back to enjoying the movie together.

Hours later, Alphys trudged through the front door, letting out a tired yawn as she locked it. She was surprised to see the TV screen stuck on its idle state this early in the morning. She straightened her glasses, glancing over at the couch to see something that brought a smile to her face. Undyne was slumped over on the side of the couch, snoring lightly after having fallen asleep there. Frisk was there as well, laying against Undyne’s side as she was oblivious to the monster entering the room whilst in her slumber. Alphys watched the two for a moment before grabbing a blanket and throwing it over the pair. “Good night, you two,” she whispered, turning off the TV and going to bed, leaving the besties asleep on the couch.

[haydenstudiesblog-blog]

Writer Ask-Meme

“This isn’t studyblr-related shocker right? but I’m a writer so I wanted to do something fun that will also allow my followers to get to know me a little better!

01: When did you first start writing?

I started writing when I was 10 (around 10, I don’t remember for sure. It was before I started middle school)

02: What was your favorite book growing up?

While I wish I could say it was Harry Potter, I didn’t read that until a little over a year ago (in college). I’d have to say The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein, I actually want to get a tattoo about it :)

03: Are you an avid reader?

YES! Reading is my all-time favorite activity. I have too many books in my TBR pile (my theoretical one, they’re all on a shelf). I’ve reread some books more times than I can count because I love them so much, but recently I’ve been “broadening my horizons” that sound so lame and reading new authors and genres.

04: Have you ever thrown a book across the room?

Not that I can recall. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to, I try to take care of my books for as long as I can (until they start to get old, then I just embrace them being broken-in except my HP books those are kept somewhere safe)

05: Did you take writing courses in school/college?

WELL. At my current university I decided to enroll in an Elements of Creative Writing course this fall, which I’m excited about. I’m also going to be taking Intro to Professional Writing. If all goes well, I’m hoping to transfer to a different university to finish up school and major in English and Creative Writing (one whole major, not 2), so I’ll be taking more literature and writing courses.

06: Have you read any writing-advice books?

I’m reading an old textbook that I had when I took a creative writing course in high school through our local community college (back when I had health problems and couldn’t finish the course but already had the book so I kept it and didn’t read it, so I don’t count this course as a creative writing course I’ve taken). So I decided to read it now. I also have a list of books on writing that I’m looking to buy!

07: Have you ever been part of a critique group?

When I was in 5th grade we had an assignment to write a short story. I did, and my teacher said it was amazing and took me to a writer’s workshop where shy-little-me was forced to sit at a table with strangers my age and take turns reading our stories aloud. I hated it, but we got to go to McDonalds after. Also since then I’ve looked back at the story I wrote and it super sucks but maybe I’ll try to rewrite it because the idea is decent at least.

08: What’s the best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten?

Honestly, I don’t even remember. What a boring answer.

09: What’s the worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten?

It’s not really feedback, but in high school I wrote a research paper and my best friend at the time peer reviewed it and she tried to cross out a bunch of my commas. I was so annoyed because she was horrible at grammar. I ended up leaving all the commas and I did great on the paper haha!

10: What’s your biggest writer pet-peeve?

Bad grammar. Hands-down. I’ll be reading someone else’s writing (I look over my boyfriend’s and sister’s papers for them) and I genuinely get baffled by how bad their spelling is or how they don’t know when to use a semi-colon. In my head it’s all just second nature (not that I don’t make mistakes, especially because I hate editing my own work so sometimes I just don’t, but still!).

11: What’s your favorite book cover?

I have two, and they’re for the same books. The new HP covers!!! I LOVE the ones where you line up the books and the spines create Hogwarts. I also love the ones that have the horcruxes in them. I want to buy those sets, but I literally just got my own hard cover set from my mom for Christmas (they came in a box that looks like a trunk) so I’d feel bad for buying new books. They just look SO COOL though. 

12: Who is your favorite author?

I currently love Michael Crichton (I said I’m broadening my horizons, these are the books I’m using to do that). I’ve loved Sarah Dessen for a very long time; I own all of her books, and I preorder her new ones. But of course I have to mention J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer. Not everyone is a HP fan and not everyone loves the Twilight series, but I’m die-hard HP and I’ve read the Twilight series twice. 

13: What’s your favorite writing quote?

“We could have been killed- or worse, expelled.” -Hermione Granger, HP

14: What’s your favorite writing blog?

I don’t have one because I can’t find any!

15: What would you say has inspired you the most?

Emma Watson and J.K. Rowling. I feel like it’s so easy for characters from the HP series to just be identified as their characters, but Emma went to college and she does amazing things and she’s just made a great name for herself and I’ve always loved her. J.K. Rowling is obvious, if you don’t know her back story you should look it up (I’m not going to talk about it, it’ll make this post even longer).

16: How do you feel about movies based on books?

They’re never good enough. My preference is (if I can help it) to watch the movie before I read the book, so I’m not disappointed. If I read the book and then watch the movie, I’ll be upset with how much they changed or left out. If I watch the movie first and then go and read the book, I can’t be as disappointed with bad casting (because they’re already planted in my head and I didn’t have an opportunity to create my own characters) and the storyline is always just better because you get MORE information instead of them leaving things out!

17: Would you like your books to be turned into TV shows, movies, video games, or none?

Movies, definitely. Any time I begin a story I imagine what it would be like if it were a movie. Actually, my process is that I usually hear a song and I think of a storyline for it (I prefer to listen to songs that tell stories in my free time, rap and stuff is for clubbing haha) and then I write a story with that song in mind. I love letting music inspire me. But yes, from the very beginning I usually picture my books as movies.

18: How do you feel about love triangles?

I guess I don’t have much of an opinion. Wait JK I do, I’m currently writing about one. Sort of. They can be good if they’re done correctly, sometimes they can just be too predictable. IMO, if you use a love triangle you should incorporate some elements of surprise into your story, things to keep the reader on their toes, especially if the love triangle itself becomes predictable. 

19: Do you prefer writing on a computer or longhand?

I love the idea of writing longhand, but I write kind of weird and my hand cramps up fast, I hate my handwriting (I write too big), and typing works better for me because I can get my thoughts out much faster.

20: What’s your favorite writing program?

I’m going to assume this is in regards to Microsoft Word, Pages, etc? I personally use Scrivener. I paid, like, $45 for it but it’s just a one-time payment. I saw that a lot of writers use it because it has tools for plotting, characters, it’s just really organized. I watched tutorials on it and then I did a 30-day free trial (I don’t think it strictly goes by days, I think it counts the days you open the program and use it) and I fell in love, so I bought it and I haven’t used Word since (except for homework and notes, but I’m going to try to switch to OneNote for that).

21: Do you outline?

No, but I really should. I’ve been trying to. Like, I’ll at least put into Scrivener in a separate folder the idea of my story and maybe a storyline, how I know I want it to end and what could happen in the middle. But it’s by no means an outline, and I really do need to work on that. I think it would help me a lot.

22: Do you start with characters or plot?

I definitely start with plot. Like I said before, I hear a song and I think of a story and then I just go from there.

23: What’s your favorite and least favorite part of making characters?

My favorite part is definitely coming up with their personalities, and my least favorite has to be deciding their names and how they look. It takes me forever to decide on names, and I change them a lot.

24: What’s your favorite and least favorite part of plotting?

I don’t know if this is considered plotting, but it’s SO hard for me to figure out where and when my story should begin. I also hate trying to put in fillers in-between all the scenes that I know I want to happen. I’ve read about a process where people who write the way I do write out the scenes they already have in their head, and then they just go from there. They don’t write in order. So maybe I should try that, just write as it comes.

25: What advice would you give to young writers?

Oh god, I’m only 20, I still consider myself a young writer! I don’t think I’m in any position to give advice. BUT, if you’re in high school and you have a passion for reading and writing, start considering your options and make sure you get into a good school that has a good program. I didn’t do that because I was stupid, and I should have because I’m at a university that I don’t enjoy and I’m trying to transfer.

26: Which do you enjoy reading the most: physical, ebook, or both?

Physical, 100%.

27: Which is your favorite genre to write?

It’s been Young Adult for a while (before I even knew what YA was, or that what I was writing was YA), but as I’m getting older I’m noticing that my writing is maturing a bit more.

28: Which do you find hardest: the beginning, the middle, or the end?

The beginning

29: Which do you find easiest: writing or editing?

Writing. Sometimes I’m not in the mood to edit, my work or anyone else’s.

30: Have you ever written fan-fiction?

Nope!

31: Have you ever been published?

HA. I wish.

32: How do you feel about friends and close relatives reading your work?

I’m really shy and self-conscious so I don’t let anyone read my writing. They have, though, because they’re stinkers and they did it secretly. I recently found out that my mom printed out all of my old stories from our old computer and kept them in a binder and would show people.

33: Are you interested in having your work published?

Yes, even though I just said I’m shy and won’t let people I know read it. I think things are easier when people I don’t know read my stuff. So weird.

34: Describe your writing space.

My writing space isn’t one space yet. I’m going to be moving into an apartment out at my school with some roommates, and I plan on making my room really calming and relaxing. Just a bunch of pastel colors, because I’ve found that those calm me. I want twinkle lights in my room, a fuzzy rug, candles, all of it. Recently I’ve been going to our student union/common area and library to write at school, though. The hustle and bustle keeps my mind working. I can’t work in silence, I’ve found that out the hard way.

35: What’s your favorite time of day for writing?

I usually write in the afternoon and whenever I have free time because I’m a full-time student. I do good writing at night, though. I’ve read that you should lay down and write at night, because that’s where you do your best thinking. It’s worked for me so far!

36: Do you listen to music when you write?

While I write and while I do homework I’ll look up the piano instrumentals to Disney songs and I turn them down so I just barely hear them.

37: What’s your oldest WIP?

If this means Work In Progress (God I hope it does or I’ll feel so stupid!), I couldn’t even tell you honestly. All of my writings are WIPs.

38: What’s your current WIP?

It’s about two women who are best friends. One gets engaged and the other is either in love with the guy, having an affair with him, or both. I haven’t decided yet. There’s more to it, but that’s the gist.

39: What’s the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?

I don’t think I’ve ever had any weird ones. If I have they’re from middle school and I’ve forgotten about them (thank god).

40: Which is your favorite original character, and why?

SUCH a boring answer, but I don’t have one! UGH UGH UGH.

41: What do you do when characters don’t follow the outline?

Considering I don’t use much of an outline, I just follow them where they try to go. It’s usually better than what I had in mind, anyway.

42: Do you enjoy making your characters suffer?

.... No.... Of course not, what an awful question............... No writer EVER enjoys that, nope, never.....

43: Have you ever killed a main character?

Not yet... :)

44: What’s the weirdest character concept you’ve ever come up with?

I haven’t really come up with any weird ones.

45: What’s your favorite character name?

Cora

46: Describe your perfect writing space.

See #34, that’s my dream space. Hopefully I can make it happen. Also, a giant, beautiful old library surrounded by books but also in a nook by myself would be amazing.

47: If you could steal one character from another author and make them yours, who would it be and why?

Hermione Granger. I could only dream of creating someone so iconic as her character. She’s my dream character, and just reminds me so much of myself. In case you haven’t guessed yet she’s my favorite character ever haha

48: If you could write the next book of any series, which one would it be, and what would you make the book about?

I WOULD MAKE ANOTHER HARRY POTTER BOOK. I so badly just want to do this on my own (basically fan-fiction I guess?) but never try to publish it or anything. I would make it about everyone where they are now, where they work and their kids. Not ABOUT their kids, but still just about them. Actually I don’t think I’ll ever attempt that because I wouldn’t execute each character correctly and I’d never be happy with it, but yeah.

49: If you could write a collaboration with another author, who would it be an what would you write about?

Okay. Sarah Dessen, a YA novel, not sure what it’d be about. Maybe she could help me with one of my own ideas. J. K. Rowling, we could collaborate on a new HP book (lol in my dreams). Stephen King, we can write whatever the hell he wants to write about because he’s amazing and I love his writing and it’d be a huge honor to even meet him.

50. If you could live in any fictional world, which would it be?

You can probably guess this. Obviously the world of Harry Potter. I literally got a fake Hogwarts acceptance letter, a student ID, and potions bottles for Christmas when I was little. I played Harry Potter every day with my sister (surprise, I was Hermione).

If you read this, thank you love you’re so sweet! I super appreciate it! This was super fun to do, I honestly love answering random questions. My boyfriend and I ask each other random questions that we look up online all the time because it’s just fun to think of answers and stuff. :)

xx Hayden 

[mauridianhallow]

A L L O F T H E Q U E S T I O N S

Good shit good shit this took me ages holy hell enjoy you meme loving fucks Q's for you to A Do you have a favourite sweater? I actually do, it's that kinda folded over stretchy grey one I always wear, y'know? I wore it to The 1975 and, from what I hear, it was awesome. (Although I can't remember bc I was Gin Drunk) What’s your middle name? Lawrence...no judgement...Do you still talk to the first person you kissed? I don't, I wonder how's she's doing. Heard she was studying History from her friend I met in a bar one time. Glad to hear, she was nice. Do you get on with your grandparents? I did! Sadly it's been a few years since they passed but I very much did. What was your favourite cartoon as a kid? Hmm, it's a tough one, between the 90's X-Men TV show they played on repeat on Fox Kids or Ben 10 when it wasn't absolute shit like the remake. Yeah I'm bitter. What’s your favourite cartoon now? Archer lol Do you read the news paper? Yeah pretty much every day...I swear I'm not an old man. Who was the last text you sent to? My friend Laura, asking if they'll still be at the park when I finish work. What does the last text you sent say? "Y'all still gonna be there when I get away?" If you could have any hair colour what would it be? Idk I like the one I have. Do you like nature documentaries? Not really my cup of tea to be perfectly honest. What is your aesthetic? Climbing a mountain at a 90° angle in Skyrim on a horse. When did you last pet a dog? ''Twas yesterday. Whose friend’s parents do you like the most? The twins'! They employ me! I literally get paid to hang out with friends some days that's the good shit! Have you ever been on a road trip? I've been on a couple, longest was a drive to Southern Spain from Scotland! Was awesome! Tell me about someone you know called Emma? Went to school with her, cool gal, she saw HP in London and I'm jealous, shoutout to @weewildelassAre you reading a book in english class, what is it? Oh god I'm old. I haven't had or attended an English class in over 2 years. Do you have a favourite Aunt? Well considering she also employs me...hell yeah, shoutout to my Aunt K you legend! Baths or showers? Baths for comfort and treating yo self, or sharing...😏...Showers for quickness and weird snapchats at 3am...😂 Skiing or sun bathing? Sun bathing my dude. Do you kill spiders? Sometimes, sometimes not. Have you ever made an ice pop? I have not. Are you wearing shoes right now? I'm not wearing anything rn. Tell me about you favourite primary school/elementary school teacher? Let me tell you about Mrs. Mary "The Bonecrusher" Highland, and how she was such an iconic, legendary, influential and inspiring woman that she was the person you sent into the bad fucked up schools in movies and have them all pass with straight A's, she ran a tough ship and was slow to praise but when she did, she went all out, and made you feel like what you had achieved was truly a feat. Oh and she encouraged children to learn and think for themselves, genuinely encouraged you when you said you were interested in something even when it went above and beyond the curriculum. She was charitable, friendly, and spoke to you like you were an equal, and a worthy one at that. Mrs. Highland was literally so influential in so many people in my class being successful, free minded, hard working adults that she deserves a goddamn award. And let me tell you another thing, at the end of my First Year in College, I went back to my old Primary School for a teaching assistant internship because I knew the school was becoming a bit run-down and out of control and I wanted to help the way that Mrs. Highland had, and who had they just asked to come out of retirement, come back for TWO WEEKS, sort shit out and then walk away into the sunset like some goddamn Old Lady Teaching Avenger who appears when needs were greatest? MARY FUCKING HIGHLAND, I GOT TO HELP ONE OF MY CHILDHOOD HEROES BE AN ABSOLUTE TEACHING LEGEND AND REALLY INFLUENCE SOME GOOD IN A KIDS LIFE, THAT IS THE SHIT! Seriously though, she truly is one of the good ones, they don't make em like Her anymore. Who was the last person you hugged? I think that would be my mother actually hahah. Do you wear glasses? Occasionally. Do you have a cat? I sadly do not. Do you have a favourite pair of underwear? Not a favourite pair exactly more like a favourite kind?? Next All-Black, that's the good shit, makes my ass look great among other things. What was your last tweet? "How the fuck do you work twitter" about 5 years ago and I haven't used it since. Do you still use Facebook? I do, rarely. Do you like birds? Aye pal birds, blokes, the lot. Who was the last person you called cute? That genuinely would be my niece, or you lol Who was the last person that called you cute? This is a strange answer but a regular in my work. Long story. How did you meet your best friend? I literally turned a corner and ran into a group of emo's in like Fourth Year at High School and I haven't looked back since. Escalators or elevators? Nah m8, trick question, I'd rather take the stairs. Does wonders for the thighs. Are you named after anyone, who? Ahaha yeah my dad, both my granddads, and Saint. Christoper (Catholic mum yo) What was your first url? I have no idea. Autumn or Winter? Winter I can't lie. Do you win at scrabble? I do not lol Put your ipod on shuffle , who is the first song that comes up by? "American Idiot", Green Day. Classic. Have you ever drunk from a mason jar? I have not. Can you draw? Barely even write m8 let alone draw. What was your first profile picture? I think it was Kenny from South Park. Favourite t-shirt? God I have no idea. Best tumblr friend? Shoutout to @bepizzazzed and @double-dorks-beanie and @hesitant-butthole When did you last run? Tonight when as a joke my friends took my jacket and tried to get it on top of a climbing frame? lol I had it back in seconds and decided to get some payback ahah Do you like to paint your nails? Not particularly fussed, not a look I could pull off. Did you ever do something as a kid that got you into loads of trouble? I did more things to get me into trouble as a kid that anyone should ever do. And I still did it. Who is your favourite dog that isn’t yours? Trick question, all of them. Have you ever been drunk? Literally so many times. So many. Have you ever done something you regret while drunk? Some-thing? Some-one? Getting into a slutty dance off with a professional dancer? Stealing a mannequin? The exact words "I can easily make this jump..."? The exact words "Watch this lads"? The exact words "Shots won't do me any harm"? The exact words "Another Venom? Aye no bother!" The exact words "You can crash at mine if you like...?" You get the picture...I do messed up shit I'm drunk, and yet, I continue to do so. Do you want to kiss anyone right now? Ronald McDonald ngl for the sweet sweet invention of double cheeseburgers. Do/did you like you math teacher? I had a crush on both of my maths teachers, Mr. Kelly and Mrs. Hendry, both of which contributed to me turning up to class, but also contributed to me failing said classes bc I was too busy looking at them and being a hormone ridden, horny 16 year old boy, than I was doing maths. Do you often ride the bus? I do, everyday I'm in College. Do you have a fireplace in your house? We do actually it's getting renovated right now. Are you violent when you’re angry? God no! Do you cry when you’re angry? No, I rarely get angry and when I do it can only be described as dry anger. Favourite Harry Potter book? It has to be OotP, fight me. Can you remember your last dream? I can, and let me just say, Chris Pratt, thank you. Do you go to bed early or late? "Do I go to bed?" would be a better question. Do you speak a second language? I speak various levels of different languages. Some if you dropped me in their respective countries I could find my way about, albeit difficultly, and others I can ask for the bar and the bill and that's about it. Who was your first ever best friend? A boy called Dean. Have you ever had an operation? I've had a couple yeah. Tell me about your favourite cousin? His name is Reece and he's a meme loving shit and I love him the whacky bastard. Do you have a piece of clothing that doesn’t even fit you anymore but you can’t bare to throw away? During what can only be described as the Greatest Summer of My Teenage Years; the Legendary Summer of 2014, I wore on my feet almost EVERY DAY a pair of Classic Chuck's, they cost my poor wee mum like £60 the Christmas before but they were too big and when it finally hit summer they fit perfectly. I wore them every time. If you've ever read the book Me Before You or watched the film you'll know what I mean when I say they were my bumblebee tights. Have you ever been in a musical? I played the Cowardly Lion in my school play as a kid. Do you have a porch? I do not. How many times have you watched your favourite movie? At least 100 no joke it has to be. Empire Strikes Back. What do you order at McDonalds? Plain double cheese , small fries, Oasis Summer Fruits and maybe a coffee. Do you get on with old people? Worryingly well. Science Fiction or Romance? Sci-Fi m8. Do you take naps? Anytime I can. How many classes do you/did you take in High School? In my final year I took 3 classes. At its height I think I was doing 9 classes. When did it last snow where you live? A few months back. Does it ever snow where you live? It's Scotland...hahah it very much does. How many months until your birthday? 12 m8. How much charge does your computer have right now? 42%What is your favourite Disney Channel Original Movie? I don't actually think I had one. Sorry. the City or the Sea Side? Jokes on you fool, you can have both. What is your least favourite colour? Beige. Who tf likes being beige. Do you have homework to do? Nah. Are you still friends with your first best friend? I am not. Do you have/are you the gay cousin? I have an asexual cousin, bug more often than not I'm the gay cousin. Do you own dungarees? They can look cute on peeps. Do you like to play sport? I do, not to the extent I used to but yeah. What was your favourite ever Christmas present? My baby nephew. How old are you? Ugh I'm 20. Do you ever use Internet Explorer? Not for s long time. Have you ever had blonde hair? I haven't no. I wanted to but sadly I was a kid. When did you last see the person you have a crush on? Well considering I fall deeply in love with strangers who are nice to me on the train, that question is crazy. Who did you last talk to on the phone? Laura. Pants or Dresses? This question is a lot funnier in the UK and even funnier in Scotland where a man can wear one, but to do so, he's not supposed to wear the other 😉 Do you read fan fiction? Not anymore y'know. What is you’re favourite blog? @mauridianhallow is a pretty cool blog you should check that shit out Do you write poetry? I HAVE written poetry before. Drama or Comedy? How dare you insult The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt by suggesting you can't be both. Have you ever had a hickey? Perhaps...perhaps I have. Perhaps I cannot remember how I got some of them. Perhaps I should stop buying the ENTIRE bar a round of shots knowing all too well that almost every one of these people will offer to buy me drinks all night and then I won't pay shit for another drink until the night is over. Perhaps I should...I won't but I fucking should. And perhaps this has on certain occasions resulted in hickeys I don't know.