shrimpjuice

[shrimpjuice]

The Beatles replace John Lennon!!! 1968

[shrimpjuice]

thanks pinterest

[shrimpjuice]

George Harrison - Blue Jay Way (1967)

[shrimpjuice]

This is their cute little moment

[shrimpjuice]

why can’t you see?? you belong with meee

lily thinks she’s in love with james.

she also thinks mary and james are dating.

she doesn’t know that mary and james had gotten closer bc she’d found him snogging the school’s volleyball team libero (regulus black) behind the bleachers.

(i might write this)

[shrimpjuice]

[shrimpjuice]

John & Yoko

[shrimpjuice]

[shrimpjuice]

"I wrote all those songs with him, so what could I say to people? Well, we were kids. I mean, we slept together. Top-n-tailed in beds and hitch-hiking and stuff. So, I mean, we... we were just totally, you know...mates." --Paul (Source: Interview, BBC Breakfast, 2005)

[shrimpjuice]

george harrison being the hottest beatle

[shrimpjuice]

[shrimpjuice]

she was so real for this

[shrimpjuice]

4/16/2024

Today’s fag is Paul McCartney 🧡

[shrimpjuice]

It's Now or Never

Pairing: Harry/Ron

Part 1/2

Well, that was that. The infamous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had failed to find a date. Well, not failed per say, he’d be able to find one with ease. He’d just failed in getting the only date he actually wanted, Cho Chang, who was already going with Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff prefect and Quidditch team captain. Aka, a lot of things Harry wasn’t. After that stinging rejection, Harry decided he’d just go alone, but when he told Hermione this, she scolded him for forgetting one of his duties as a Champion; opening up the Yule Ball with a dance, a dance with a partner. 

Harry, of course, hadn’t really thought about that, especially since the Yule Ball was the last thing on his mind if he wasn’t going with Cho. Still, Hermione insisted Harry at least try getting a date, considering how many girls were betting on who he would ask out. 

Harry sat on one of the plush seats facing the fire in the empty Gryiffindor common room with Ron, as they usually did to avoid the girls (trying to) sneakily crowd around him, just waiting for him to ask one of them out. Ron stayed with him, despite the bit of adversity between them. Harry especially needed to put this adversity to the side, because he had one more idea before he decided to drop off the face of the earth to avoid going to the Yule Ball.

“Hey Ron,” Harry started, breaking the comfortable silence the two boys had been in since everyone else left for dinner. 

“Yeah?” Ron answered from another chair, not looking up from the chess board he’d been focused on since class ended. He was always focused on that thing if he wasn’t practicing for Quidditch or pestering Hermione for Transfiguration notes. 

“Have you found a date for the ball yet?” Harry asked, sitting up slightly in his seat. He didn’t really expect Ron to say yes, but it’d be rude to just assume he didn’t.

Hesitation. “Yule? Nope.” Ron seemed the slightest bit embarrassed, but Harry knew he wouldn’t dare admit it.

Silence.

Harry spoke after a short moment. “Wanna go with me then?”

Ron looked up from his game for the first time that evening and looked straight at Harry, his face twisted in confusion. 

“Is that even allowed?” Ron thought aloud, resting his chin on his hand. 

“I wasn’t serious,” Harry said quickly, surprised by the way his heart had started beating out of his chest moments after he asked. Seriously, how dramatic could he be?

“What, you don’t want to get matching pocket squares with me?” Ron hummed, putting his focus back on that damned chess board. “I don’t think my robes even have pockets, bloody women’s clothes,” He mumbled to himself.

“What, were you going to accept?” Harry perked up, and then immediately regretted it, sitting himself right back down in his seat. 

“Have you really not gotten a date?” Ron asked, sounding slightly surprised. “The infamous Harry Potter?” 

“Well, no…” Harry paused, his cheeks flushing a faint shade of pink. “But there’s no one else I really want to go with,”

“Apart from me, apparently,” Ron added, putting his chess to the side again and going to sit on the armrest of the chair Harry was sitting on. “What, do you fancy me or something?” He asked, picking at a loose thread on the cuff of his sleeve.

“No, but Fred already got himself a date.” Harry joked.

“Didn’t go for George?”

“Not really my type,”

Ron laughed, a laugh that lit up something in Harry that he just couldn’t pinpoint. “Guess I’m your date then.”

—

Time flies when you’re having fun, and it goes even faster when you’re dreading something. The day of the Yule Ball, Ron and Harry, all dressed up in their best (if you could call Ron’s frills and bows his ‘best’), complete with matching flowers tucked into their robes, entered the Great Hall, greeted by comforting blue mood lighting and grand tables set with countless plates and food. 

Even with the beautiful sight of the Hall and the hours and hours of practice Harry had spent with Ron and the other champions practicing the Champions’ dance, his stomach twisted and turned as Ron looped his arm in Harry’s.

The meal before the real event began felt fleeting, so fleeting that it felt that as soon as he entered the Hall, Harry was on the dancefloor, arm-in-arm with Ron behind the other champions and their dates. 

Ron, ever so positive leant in and whispered;

“I don’t remember half of the steps,”

“You what?” Harry hissed back, eyes not meeting Ron’s. Just looking into those eyes, shiny and cloudy blue, had Harry weak in his knees and queasy in his stomach, and now was not the time for either of those things. 

“I mean, I can always follow along,” Ron added, adjusting his grip on Harry’s forearm. 

“That was my plan,” Harry croaked, adjusting the tie around his collar that was suddenly way too tight. He sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Good luck to us then,”

“Good luck to us.” Ron nodded, his throat dry. 

—

Yeah, they danced fine, and miraculously, Harry even remembered the steps just before they stepped onto the dance floor, so it went mostly without a hitch, if you ignored the occasional shoe stepping and hands not being where they needed to be in the moment.

As the two sat at their seats near the head of the massive tables, plates of food appeared in front of them and Ron took no time digging in, ignoring the way others were eating a bit more… politely, around him. 

See, that really did it for Harry. Not the monstrous eating, no, but just, well, Ron. He thought about when they were rehearsing for the Champions’ dance for hours every weekend, strictly directed by McGonagall until they got it absolutely right. He thought about how odd it was that Ron was so ready to accept Harry’s invitation, how excited Ron was to get to the ball once they were all dressed and ready. How Ron was too busy talking to Harry to even notice how gorgeous Hermione looked in her gown, periwinkle blue, shiny, shimmery, silky. 

God he was helpless.

#very much ron x harry #so much #i love them #ron x harry #two shot #maybe longer idk #romance #m/m #harry potter #ron weasley #almost kissing #theyre so silly #this took me 30 minutes to write with no editing so dont mind the nonesense

[shrimpjuice]

Words to use instead of “said” organized by emotion/intention 2.0

Said is NOT a bad word. ~75% of the time, it’s all you need. But here’s some alternative when you really need to spice up that dialogue! 

Use sparingly for more impact - especially the more dramatic verbs.  Emotion and intent are complex! I tried to reduce redundancy as much as I could, but some words are simply going to be in multiple categories. i.e. “anger” and “loud” share a lot of words

This is a living document and will be updated whenever I think of new words.

Keep reading

[shrimpjuice]

Eighth Year

pjo // hp crossover fic (don't take it too seriously)

Chapter 1 — Poseidon Powers

Percy looked up from the practically decaying map in his grasp, looking tirelessly for the castle Hecate had described to him.

“Percy, are you sure this place even exists?” Annabeth asked skeptically, trudging not far behind him, completely out of breath. “She said it was a huge castle, so we should've seen it by now, right?” 

“I think I see it!” Percy exclaimed, pointing at the ruins in the distance. Annabeth hung her head and sighed, resting her hands on her knees. 

“Percy, that looks like the remains of a castle, there's no way– Wow.” As the pair got closer, the veil shielding the ruins had given way to the view of a majestic castle, though a bit crumbled away, it was definitely a castle. 

“I told you,” Percy said smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. Annabeth took the map from his hand and looked at it. 

“Yep, Hogwarts, school for Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Annabeth read, placing a hand on Percy's shoulder. “But how are we gonna get over–” Percy pushed the water in the moat around the castle to the side, giving him and Annabeth dry land to walk on. “Right.” 

Percy smirked and they walked across the moat, clumsily climbing onto the yellowing grass surrounding the castle. Percy let the water fall back into place and the two ventured into the castle, on their way to look for Hecate's lost artifact. 

As they walked through the halls of the castle, Annabeth spotted a courtyard and the two walked across it, sitting at the empty benches for a rest. Before Percy could sit down though, he collapsed right in front of a bench, hitting his head on the armrest. 

“Oh my gods, Percy!” She exclaimed, dropping to her knees to examine his head. “Percy? Percy wake up what–” 

“Are you guys alright? Is he okay?” A voice came from behind Annabeth, a girl's with a distinct British accent. Annabeth turned to see the curly haired girl with chocolate mocha colored skin approaching them. 

“Does it look like he's okay?” Annabeth exclaimed, her hands flailing wildly. 

The girl shook her head. “I suppose not,” She knelt beside Annabeth and observed the unconscious Percy, who's breathing was rather shallow. “Let's take him to Madame Pomfrey then– our nurse. Then I'll have a lot of questions to ask you.” The girl said calmly, gesturing for Annabeth to stand. 

The two girls hoisted the sleeping Percy’s arms over their shoulders, dragging him down into the halls of Hogwarts.

— 

When they got to the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey came running to the three, instructing the girls to set Percy on the closest cot. Percy flopped onto the mattress like a limp fish, his head hitting the pillow with a soft thump. 

“Is he going to be okay?” Annabeth asked, a deep crease in her brow. 

“What happened to the poor boy?” Pomfrey asked, feeling Percy's forehead. 

“He uh… collapsed.” 

“From what?” The nurse pushed, examining the back of Percy's skull with her hand. “He's got quite the nasty bump here,” She noted, lightly feeling the knot growing on Percy's forehead. 

Annabeth hesitated. She couldn't tell these random people Percy passed out from overusing his Poseidon Powers! That would be too suspicious, how would she even explain that? 

“Overexhaustion, we've been walking all day,” She said, and it wasn't exactly a lie. They had been walking all day, just also traveling by water a lot too. 

“Poor thing,” Madame Pomfrey frowned. “Well, I'll keep an eye on him for you, get back to class you two,” she said to Hermione and Annabeth.

“She's not a student, Madame Pomfrey,” Hermione admitted. “I've never seen them before at least.” 

“Grab the Headmaster then, will you? This is quite worrying, these two showing up all injured,” Pomfrey instructed, guiding Hermione to the exit. Then she whispered in Hermione's ear, ‘They could be Death Eaters, the ones we couldn't find,’.

Hermione nodded, and left the room.

—

Hermione walked in minutes later with Dumbledore. Pomfrey was keeping a close eye on Annabeth, making sure she didn't leave. Though, Dumbledore didn't seem the least bit worried at the prospect of surviving Death Eaters infiltrating Hogwarts.

His eyes lit up when he saw Annabeth and the unconscious Percy, still unmoving.

“Children of Hecate!” He exclaimed, his arms outstretched as he approached Percy's cot. “I suppose she sent you, yes?” He asked Annabeth, gazing into her icy blue orbs. Annabeth nodded, leaning away from the white bearded man. 

“I mean, yeah, we're demigods, but not Hecate's–” Percy interrupted from behind Annabeth. Percy? Percy! 

“You're awake!” Annabeth exclaimed, embracing Percy tightly. “Are you okay? You hit your head really hard.” Percy nodded with a wide grin. 

“Is it bad?” He asked, gesturing to the bump on his forehead. Annabeth's grimace said it all. 

“We'll focus on the specifics later,” Dumbledore interrupted. “But I must know, what has Lady Hecate sent you for?” He said, leaning in, bright eyes gleaming. “Will she be gracing us with her presence perhaps? Oh, we must prepare–”

“No, um, mister…” 

“Dumbledore.” Hermione added. “And if not, what the hell are you doing here?” She inquired, leaning in just as intrigued as her overzealous Headmaster. 

“Well, Hecate sent us to find something for her,” Annabeth started. Dumbledore leaned closer in interest. “Some sort of artifact, and she said the Headmaster would know where it was,” She continued, looking over at Dumbledore, who just looked absolutely giddy with excitement. 

“And?” Dumbledore prodded.

“That's really it.” Annabeth sighed. “She didn't really give us any more clues, but she did say it belonged to her daughter, her name was… Regina? No, Rebecca—” 

“Rowena?” Hermione asked.

“Yes!” Annabeth exclaimed. “Ugh, I knew it wasn't Regina,”

“Would this artifact happen to be some sort of… diadem, maybe?” Dumbledore butted in, straightening in his seat and brushing a hand over his long white beard.

Annabeth sat back in her chair, looking up at the stone ceiling decorated with intricate pictures of dragons and… cats? “I think so,” She said it was some kind of tiara? Don't they mean like the same thing?” 

“Exactly!” Dumbledore exclaimed, standing up enthusiastically. “And she said the Headmaster would know where it is, correct?” Annabeth nodded. “Well I do so happen to be the Headmaster, I think I would be of great help,” He said, adjusting the nightcap looking hat on his head. 

Hermione interjected. “But sir, the diadem, isn't it–”

“Shush shush Granger,” Dumbledore said, putting a spindly finger to the girl's lips. “This is the Lady Hecate we're talking about, and we cannot let her down.” He looked over at Annabeth, eyes twinkling. “Well, how about the two of come to my office for some tea first, then we can go and find your diadem.” 

“Sir,” Hermione insisted. “We both know that the diadem isn't–” 

“Pip pip then,” Dumbledore said without letting Hermione finish her sentence. “Off we go then, off we go.”

the actual fic :

#harry potter #percy jackson #crossover #harry potter and percy jackson crossover ! #crack fic #crack treated seriously #this got me out of writers block #so i will be committing to this #not on here tho #very much ron x harry #ron x harry #slow burn for them #transfem draco #his pronouns are she her #black hermione #indian harry #ron is jewish and lebanese #forced diversity for the sake of comedy #percy and annabeth are the only normal people at this school

[shrimpjuice]

Working on “Love You To” 📷 Robert Freeman