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yeollieayheehoo · 5 years

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Allegory

Authors note: In honor of our Hobi’s song that dropped today, a fluff for all.

Summary: Hoseok is the exact opposite of you and you couldn’t be more thankful for it.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (female)

Genre: fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: explicit language

Word Count: 2.7K

It’s 2 am before you finally decide that poetry is stupid.

Its 2 am and you should be in bed, fast asleep. Instead, you’re in your living room, legs tucked under you in your Papasan chair trying hard to focus on the last of your British Literature homework. And you’re failing miserably.

If you were a good student, you would have had this finished earlier and wouldn’t have waited until 9 hours before your class to even start it. If you were smart, you would have asked questions during class instead of counting down the seconds until you could escape the world of “But what does the author really mean?”.

Maybe you should stop falling asleep in the middle of that poetry movie your boyfriend likes.

Or maybe people should stop treating the world as if it was multiple shades of grey instead of the straight-forward black and white, cut and dry way that you view it. How selfish would you have to be though, to suddenly ask the seven billion people currently alive to stop creating areas of the world that don’t need to exist? Even if you could accomplish that, how would you travel back in time to ask the billions that have passed to write things in a way that future generations wouldn’t have to try and decipher their feelings?

Wouldn’t it just be easier for you to try and mix things together and try to live in a world other than your own? It probably would be, except you aren’t hardwired like that.

There were no grey areas for you. Life wasn’t a matter of “if this means this then maybe it could also be that too” for you. It wasn’t a matter of “maybe they're right in their own ways”. Being raised in a home where wrong was wrong and right was right didn’t leave room for anything other than compulsory thinking. Having a father for a cop didn’t leave room for anything other than compulsory thinking. It left room for a strict regime, blunt opinions, and the occasional harsh word.

Maybe that was what was wrong with you, why a grey world just didn’t click with you. Maybe it was a matter of still trying to impress someone who has been long since dead to you. Maybe it was a matter of trying not to be him that turned you around in life somewhere, only to spit you out to think just like him.

Apparently, tonight is a night that you can’t escape the thoughts that only you hold over yourself.

“Are you going really going to turn in an essay that says ‘poetry is bullshit’ or would you like help?” Hoseoks voice startles you, throws you off balance until you find yourself on the floor, looking up at his still puffy, freshly woken face.

“How long have you been standing there?” You rub your elbow as you sit up, reaching for your laptop and sighing in relief at its unscathed being. “Long enough for you to make a chew toy of your bottom lip. Come on, give me your hand.” You stand only because he pulls you up more than your legs actually lift you and his warm fingers are at your elbow as you gather your footing, rubbing gently at it. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Hold this for a sec, please.” You hand Hoseok your laptop as you put the bowl part of your chair back on its stand, turning around to find him already settled on the couch, reaching for the remote to turn the light on.

Though it should be the last thing on your mind right now, you find that this Hoseok is your favorite. His black hair is in a mess from the way he sleeps, chest and neck still flushed from the warmth of the sheets and his body. The legs of his sweatpants are twisted, holding their askew position only because of the elastic at the ankles. He’s managed to lose a sock somewhere in his sleep and you can’t help but grin to yourself at the sight.

“You really should be in bed Hoho.”

“So should you, so hush. Is this the interpretation essay you’re supposed to turn in tomorrow?” He looks over at you with an eyebrow raised, patting the cushion next to him. “I thought you started this weeks ago?”

“I did the outline for it but I never actually picked a poem to do. I don’t even know why I’m taking this class, what does British Literature have to do with Biochemistry. None of this shit makes sense to me. One thing isn’t supposed to also mean another thing.” You plop down on the couch exasperated, running your fingers across your scalp and through your hair as you sigh.

“One thing can mean a hundred other things baby girl. Take this,” He puts your laptop back in your lap before shifting and sitting cross-legged, turned to face you. “and play ideas off of me. I’m up and I know how your mind works and I understand why none of this makes any sense to you. So, tell me what you think things could mean and I’ll counterpoint you.”

“How do you know how my mind works if I don’t…” You mumble to yourself more than you mean for him to hear, but he does and you can see him grin in your peripheral vision. “I know because it’s what I love the most about you, the way it processes everything. It, you, are my voice of reason, my pillars. Now, what poem are you doing?”

“I’m glad someone loves it because right now, I don’t. I don’t know the name of it, it’s one of the ones from that Robin Williams movie you watch religiously. Something about rosebuds.”

“Dead Poets Society and it’s called ‘To The Virgins, to Make Much Of Time’.”

You hum in acknowledgment as you search for it online, groaning as you find it. It makes less sense to you now, seeing the poem in its entirety. “What is this even supposed to mean?”

“It’s about making the most out of life while you can, while you’re still young and able to go and be adventurous. It’s saying don’t waste the life you have.”

“Then just say that.” Hoseok chuckles beside you and leans forward resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Okay, but if all poets and authors just wrote what they felt, then the romance of it all would be lost. Look at this first half of the first stanza. ‘Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying’. Old Time is capitalized, meaning the author thinks of time as something important, something that requires emphasis, thinks of time as something of a friend, something that requires status. Rosebuds can be literal, or a metaphor for something else. Rosebuds are roses not yet in bloom yet. Time changes things, takes them through their lives to deliver them at the end. Waiting for the roses to bloom shortens the beauty they have, shortens the time that you have to enjoy them. It ties in with the metaphor side of rosebuds. Rosebuds are life, friends, things you want to do or want to try. The longer you let them grow, let time take them, the shorter your chances are to enjoy them.”

This is Hoseok in his prime, in his element. You sometimes think his mind is wasted on his history major, finding it better suited for writing. Though you still find the idea of using metaphors and flowers to tell someone to live their life preposterous, it begins to make sense as Hoseok speaks. Well, as much sense as it can make to you.

“So when he says ‘And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.’ he’s still talking about making the most out of the time you have, to enjoy the things in front of you today, because they could be gone tomorrow?”

“Right.”

“Why put virgins in the title then.” You mean it more to be rhetorical, but Hoseok answers you anyway, shifting again to lean his head on your shoulder, reading as you type. “Some people think the poem is about women making the most of their prime and rosebuds are men. Stop typing ‘poetry is bullshit’ in the middle of your paragraph. Come on, what do you think about the next stanza?”

You fly through the next two stanzas thanks to Hoseok, listening to him explain his understanding of what Robert Herrick was trying to say. It becomes a back and forth conversation; where Hoseok explains his thoughts, you tell yours back, making sure to add how ridiculous you found the thought to be at the end of it.

While you couldn’t understand the need to write around the bush on what someone was truly trying to say, you could understand why Hoseok found it romantic. Because unlike your mind, Hoseok saw the beauty in a grey world. Where music was simply background noise for you most days, Hoseok could find the meaning in the instrumentals, could see the way the notes danced with each other, could see the way the semi-tonal shifts slid into something new while staying the same. It was one of the reasons you were so good together.

You kept him tethered and he made sure you put your head in the clouds.

It took time to figure out how the two of you functioned, longer after that to figure out how to function with each other. Arguments weren’t a rarity for you in the beginning of your relationship, two opposite ends of the universe crashing into each other in the middle. Where Hoseok could find meaning in a cloud, you simply looked to it for what it was, water floating in the sky.

You were grateful for that most days because it meant you could see the world through your eyes and his at the same time.

“What do you think the last part is saying, without my opinion first?” Your bottom lip goes between your teeth, biting down on it softly as you try to take the work you’ve been doing for the two and a half hours and use it to figure out the end of the poem on your own.

“’ Then be not coy, but use your time, and while ye may, go marry. I guess he’s saying don’t look at your life now and think you have all of it ahead of you to do the things you want to do, because flowing back to the first part, time is still flying. Your life could be over tomorrow, and you would have wasted the time you had today to live. Though I don’t get the go marry part.”

“What about it don’t you get?” The two of you have moved again, laptop placed on your raising tabletop, Hoseoks head taking its place in your lap. He looks up at you curious, a glimmer in his eyes and you can’t tell if it’s sleep or if he’s excited that you’re taking a trip into his world.

“Why put that in the poem? Not everyone wants to get married, that’s not something everyone sets as an accomplishment. And wouldn’t that be the opposite of living your life that Robert has been saying to do for the entire poem? Marriage ties you down, plants you into one place, puts your own dreams on hold as you tackle dreams you create with your partner.”

“Not necessarily. You’re right that not everyone sets that as a goal in their life, but given the time period Robert was alive, it was probably a thing most people aspired to. However, marriage doesn’t have to mean the end of an adventurous life. There are couples that travel the world together, that don’t have the dream to create a family, simply create a home in another person. There are couples who just follow one person to their dream before switching and following the other's dreams, then set goals together. Some couples it is their goal to start families, to start the next chapter in their adventures. That’s where personal intuition comes into play.” Hoseok stretches, his arms stretched over your thighs, hands resting on the cushion next to you. He yawns and you notice the bags starting to form under his eyes, the way his face starts to puff up again as sleep starts to work its way through his body.

“Well, then what does it mean to you?” The two of you have never discussed marriage, simply gone along in your relationship, enjoying each other outside of rings and papers. You’ve lived together for the last three of your five-year relationship, and even then, it wasn’t something you felt the need to do to take the next step. It was simply the smarter option since one of you was always at the others house anyway.

“It’s another adventure for me, if or whenever it happens. It’s not something I have set to do before I die, but if it happens, it happens and it’s something new for me to experience with someone that I would obviously be head over heels for. Maybe kids after a few years, but I would want to get the most out of the time I would have with my wife when it’s just us two, then create new dreams to do as a whole family.”

“It’s not something I have an aspiration for either. But I suppose same if it happens it happens.” You shrug before looking back over the poem, reading the last two lines. Stiffness is setting in your shoulders and you roll them, groaning as they pop and you find yourself grateful that you’re almost done with this paper. You decided somewhere in the midst of the hours that you’ve spent working on this that you’re simply going to email your paper to your professor and spend the day sleeping, thankful that you only have the one class on Fridays.

Hoseok yawns again and you know you’ve exhausted him, using both brain and energy to try and finish this essay. “Last two, whatcha got?”

“I think it’s talking about wasting time, wasting the chance you have to live. ‘For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.’ It’s talking about not waiting too long before you gather your rosebuds, whatever they may be. Once you’re older, past your prime, it’s harder for you to do things, to adventure and to take the chances that life gives you. You have more responsibilities, bodies not as agile as they used to be. I’m guessing he’s using tarry with the definition of lingering in expectation, so he’s saying that if you wait past your prime, wait to live life as it’s presented to you, you’ll be waiting forever.”

“Mm, that’s how I think of it too.”

You sigh in relief as he agrees, quickly writing out a conclusion before saving the essay and emailing it to your professor, letting her know you won’t be in class later on today. Hoseok moans as he sits up, back popping from laying in a stiff position for so long. You’re quick to shut the lid of your laptop, reaching out and running your fingers through his hair as your stand. “Come on Hoho, let’s go to bed.”

Your sheets are cold from being absent for so long and you press your body against Hoseoks almost as soon as you’re under the covers. You tuck your face in the crook of his shoulder, arm draped over his waist, leg tucked between his. His legs hug yours, his own arms pulling you tight against him. One of his hands pulls your arm from over his waist, lacing his fingers with your own, holding it tightly between your chests.

You’re almost asleep when your brain questions it, nearly three hours later. “Why were you awake?”

He hums, pressing his lips softly against your forehead as he answers, voice thick and arenaceous. “I wanted to hold your hand, but you weren’t in bed. So I got up to find you.”

You can’t help but laugh before asking again, “You woke up because why?”

He grins against your hair, giving your fingers a squeeze, “I wanted to hold your hand”.

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crayonhyacinth · 5 years

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this is the last one i promise- dead poets society as things my friends and i have said

Pitts: Do you know how fucking weird its gonna look if I go up to the counter and buy four loaves of bread. Like that's not normal.

Neil: Charlie attempts to climb a tree but falls to his death Charlie: I JUST FUCKING FALL OUT OF A TREE?! JESUS CHRIST! Meeks: You don’t even have an interesting death, you literally just fall out of a tree. Neil: Exactly how high is the tree for you to fall to your death. Charlie: Probably like a meter and I’m just pathetic.

President of TEC: What is the main reason of you joining TEC? Knox: I got blackmailed into joining. Charlie: That’s not true! We bribed you into joining.

Knox: *sitting, calmly listening to music* Charlie: *to Knox* HEY, YOU NEED TO GET A BOYFRIEND, CAMERON’S SINGLE. Knox: *falls over in fright* Cameron: I’M STRAIGHT

*weird smell in the corridors. Neil: It smells like tuna Pitts: It smells like crackers with tuna Meeks: It smells like burnt crackers Todd: It smells like burnt popcorn Meeks: Charlie, what do you think? Charlie: It smells like shit

Charlie @ Cameron: If a pillow can stop you from breathing, it can stop you from screaming

Keating: Is everyone here today? Charlie: I don’t know sir, you should ask. Keating: If you’re not here, put your hand up. Everyone: *puts hand up*

*chicken craps on Cameron’s hand* Cameron: Fuck Charlie: Not even the chickens like Cameron.

Knox: I can do it, I’m no longer stupid, I have evolved as a being.

Charlie: Why are you looking at old Greek statues? Neil: Everyone has a fetish, that just happens to be mine

Charlie: I swear I’m not going crazy Meeks: Not going crazy?! You were scrunching your paper Charlie: *In the least threatening voice ever* Shush, shush, shush or I will scrunch you.

*Charlie pulling down Jesus on the cross and putting onto prayer table* *Knox does one good thing in his life and tries to put him back up* *Jesus falls and breaks* Knox: Well fuck *Whole class is silent* Keating: *Monotone* Well this is unfortunate

Todd: I wasn’t visible in any of the photos because I was standing in the smoke lol. Keating: Aw that’s unfortunate Todd: Nah it’s a metaphor for my life Keating: That’s a great metaphor!

Neil: Yes Charlie I wacked him over the head with a candlestick Charlie: Yup, *Proceeds to demonstrate on Cameron* BONG BONG BONG BONG!!!!!!! P TWANG!!!

Meeks: I want to be a psychologist Pitts: I want to be a vet Knox: I want to be a virgin so I can set a good example for my children

Charlie: You know how you told me if I go to a quiet place I will connect to god? Keating: Yeah….. Charlie: If I die will I connect with God? Keating: Most certainly Charlie: So should I die now? Keating: Certainly not.

Knox: WHO CREATED GOD? Cameron: MARY Charlie: SHE MADE JESUS YOU FUCK FACE! Neil: Ahh, R.E class.

Keating: Ok so who is struggling? *Over half class puts hands up* Keating: Almost all of the class, good.

Mr Nolan: *yelling* STOP PERFORMING EXORCISMS

Knox: He is a big boi Charlie: You know what else is big? *at the same time* Pitts: My love for Jesus Chr-oh Charlie: Your MUM

*Playing truth bombs* Neil: If they had a private island what would it be called? Charlie: Gaydom, it means gay and fandom Todd: Island cryland

Charlie: I’ma tumble Meeks: A living, breathing tumbleweed

Todd: I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees Neil: And the trees say f*ck off.

Charlie: Skate fast, eat ass

Charlie: Neil, Todd is on his way. Neil: Pittsie’s running away?

Charlie: My parents aren't home so I’m eating magic topping on ice because we don't have ice cream Charlie: Update: eVerYthIng iS mELtInG

Neil: *gives Knox a stuffed pig* Neil: Do you have a boyfriend? Knox: No? Neil: Great. That’s a boy pig. That can be your boyfriend.

Todd (to Neil): What's your favourite animal? Neil: A Horse Charlie: Have you eaten a horse? I’ve eaten a horse

Charlie: Move, I’m gay

Charlie: I looked a priest dead in the eye and ask him “Because Jesus was the bread of life, did he rise because of yeast. Charlie: He just laughed

Charlie: I asked a priest if I consume enough bread, how many would it take to consume a whole Jesus. He told me to shut up.

Neil: Have you seriously not seen vines before? Cameron: Vines are dead Todd: *Under breath* So is my social life but do I still think about that? Yes.

*Charlie’s arm gets stuck in the chair* Charlie: My arm’s stuck in the chair Meeks: *laughs* Charlie: I’m glad you find my pain so amusing STEVEN

#dead poets society #todd anderson #neil perry #john keating #charlie dalton #nuwanda #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #steven meeks #richard cameron

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buckybarnesstar · 6 years

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Keep You Safe

Request: Can I get an imagine with overprotective bucky <3

Note: so I scrolled deep down in my requests and found this simple gem, and thought I could at least get this (old) request posted and hopefully get over my writers block. I apologize if it sucks. thanks for the request and I hope you all enjoy it! feedback is always welcome and it helps me continue doing this <3 .c

Bucky watched as you loaded your gun with bullets, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration and your lips tucked into your teeth. His eyes trailed down your tactical suit and if he wasn’t so nervous, he’d get heated at how sexy you look and try to keep you back just so he could take you in the jet while the others dealt with the mission.

The mission was supposed to be hard this time around and to say he was wanting to keep you safe was an understatement. He’d like to keep you locked up in the tower and never be in harms way, even from the sun that could give you skin cancer. But he knows you can hold your own; just the thought of losing you today was eating at him. Bucky chewed on his bottom lip, feeling the atmosphere change as the jet came to a slow landing.

You stood out of your seat and your eyes naturally met Bucky’s. You could tell he was thinking hard and you sighed, giving him a small smile as you approached him, holstering your gun. “You okay?” You asked softly, watching as Bucky sat up in his seat. He pulled you onto his lap and rest his metal arm over your thighs and his flesh arm around your waist.

“Can you do something for me?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. Your mind instantly came up with things he’d want from you at a time like this. The heaviness of his question and the tight grip he had around you was a clear answer. “I’m not staying back.” Your voice was firm but your eyes were soft.

It was easy to sympathize for Bucky, but you had a duty and a team to protect just like everyone else. A sharp sigh came from his pink lips and he nodded, letting his eyes glance around at the team. “You stay with me.” He gently ordered, looking back at you.

That was easy; you and Bucky got shit done and it was fun fighting alongside your boyfriend. The landing strip started to lower and the team spoke to each other, going over the plans and individual duties as you all walked out. You stood by Bucky and he kept his hand on your lower back.

Bucky stayed close to you inside the base, bumping your elbow he was so close. You ignored it as you looked inside, but when everyone went their own way and you heard guards running towards you, you stepped away from Bucky and got ready to fight. The distance between you two now made him uneasy.

He glanced towards you nervously and you looked at him with a small smirk as you raised your gun. He looked tense. “Relax. I live for this stuff.” Bucky clenched his jaw and raised his own gun, ready to protect you. “Yeah, and that’s what worries me.” He grumbled, the sound of his gun firing kept you from saying anything in return.

Guards fell to their deaths with bullet holes covering their bodies as you fought by Bucky’s side. You continued down the hallway when it was clear, listening to the others fight all throughout the area. “I need back up on the first floor! ” Nat yelled through your comm.

Your feet moved faster than your brain at the call for help. Bucky was right behind you, yelling your name but you didn’t stop. Nat needed help and you couldn’t let her get injured by worrying about being protected.

Rounding the corner with your gun aimed, you saw Nat in a tight headlock, struggling to get out of it. You shot down a few guards that tried to attack you, not seeing one guard running with his gun aimed at you. You gasped and felt a bullet graze your skin before you could shoot him.

“Y/N!”

You watched as Bruce gently tugged on your stitches, making sure the last one was tight enough. Bucky was sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, his hair framing his face. He was pissed beyond belief. You thought you could take on the last of the guards and help Nat. Bucky tried to tell you to stay back, but you felt like he was underestimating you, when he just wanted to protect you.

A bullet had grazed your arm during the mission and Bucky wasn’t there on time to block it with his metal arm. You frowned as the memory flashed in your mind Bucky had shot the guard after you got hit and shot down the one holding Nat, saving both of you.

Bruce left the room to give you and Bucky some time to talk, noticing the anger Bucky felt. “I’m sorry.” You whispered softly, watching Bucky carefully. He sighed and closed his eyes for a total of 10 seconds. You couldn’t help but count, you were so nervous. He opened them and you could see the tears brimming his water lines. Your heart sank and Bucky stood up and walked over to you.

He rubbed your cheek and kissed your forehead. “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself, Doll. I wasn’t fast enough to save you.” His voice cracked and you rest your hand on his that held your cheek. You let out a humorless laugh and nudged his thigh with your knee. “I’m not dead, you know.” You looked up at Bucky and saw his eyebrows had creased.

“That’s not the point!” He shouted loudly, backing away from you as he rubbed his hand down his face. “Dammit! What if you had turned a little and it went through your chest? What then? You would be dead!” He looked straight into your eyes and it was so intense, you had to look away.

You swallowed your emotions and nodded. “I understand, I won’t leave your side next time.” You whispered, wiping the stray tear that fell. You understood why Bucky was so protective. You love him and he loves you, there’s no question in his protectiveness.

Bucky walked back up to you and leaned down, capturing your lips in a short kiss. “I’d be lost without you. I have to keep you safe and protect you. In all areas. From the men that look at you like you’re just a toy to the guards who have killing programmed into their brains.” You sniffled and nodded, looking into his blue eyes.

Bucky pulled you into his arms, careful of your stitches and you sighed, closing your eyes as you held onto him.

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freckledpeanut · 6 years

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tag game!

i was tagged by @falirma thank you !!!!! wow lets do this (im typing this all out on mobile uh oh)

rules: answer these 92 statements

LAST...

drink: coffee

phone call: my mum

text message: if group chats dont count then my mum again ahhaha

song you listened to: favorite record, fall out boy

time you cried: about 12 hours ago, i watched a story about a child and her service dog it was beautiful

HAVE YOU...

dated someone twice: yes

kissed someone and regretted it: yeah

been cheated on: yup

lost someone special: yes

been depressed: yes

gotten drunk and thrown up: oh boy yes i have

made new friends: heck yeah!

fallen out of love: kinda? almost but not completely

laughed until you cried: all the time

found out someone was talking about you: yeah probably

met someone who changed you: all the time!

found out who your friends are: yeah! but no hard feelings

kissed someone from your facebook list: oh boi many

kissed a stranger: yup

drank hard liquor: yes

lost glasses/contact lenses: i dont have them so nope!

turned someone down: yeah

sex on the first date: does head count ?? lmao

broken someone’s heart: i think so

had your heart broken: oh yeah

been arrested: nope

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: yeaaah

kissed on the first date: yis

GENERAL...

list 3 favourite colours: yellow, pink and olive green

how many facebook friends do you know in real life: almost all of them i think?

do you have any pets: nooo :((( but i really want a dog

do you want to change your name: no but maybe my stage name

what time did you wake up: 7am

what were you watching at midnight last night: i was fast asleep

name something you cant wait for: meeting dan and phil!! and snk season 3

when was the last time you saw your mum: yesterday at 5:30am when i left for work

what is the one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish i had more money but apart from that im mostly content i think? oh and i wish my whole family were healthy and ok

what are you listening to right now: the greatest showman soundtrack

have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes theres so many of them they’re unavoidable

something that is getting on your nerves right now: my lack of time

most visited website: in terms of hours, probably youtube or the instagram app

mole/s: as in like on my skin? yeah heaps

marks: yes a few, some have faded though

childhood dream: olympic swimmer lol (i was competitive at state does that count???)

do you have a crush on someone: my boyfriend??? hahah

what do you like about yourself: im kind and im nice to be around, and my eyes are pretty cute

piercings: none surprisingly

blood type: i’ve no idea whoops

nickname: jess (i kinda forget my name is jessica lol), frankie

relationship status: been in a relationship for over 2 years

zodiac: leo

pronouns: she/her

favourite tv show: snk, queer eye, love it or list it hahahah

tattoos: yes one! i want more though

right or left hand: right

surgery: no

hair dyed in a different colour: yeah its currently blondish

sport: water polo and swimming

vacation: going to the uk and ireland was the best trip ever ! new york was amazing too

current and all-time best friend name: i would say my best friend is my boyfriend so riley? but all-time best friends are sophie and max

eye colour: green/hazel

favourite movie: oh gosh, dead poets society?

WHICH IS BETTER?

hugs or kisses: both but hugs

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: taller but i love hugging my short friends

nice arms or stomach: arms

sensitive or loud: sensitive

hook up or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

DO YOU BELIEVE IN...

miracles: i guess so ! not in a religious way though

love at first sight: not love but definitely chemistry

santa claus: of course ! ;)

i tag @dananddad @chibinico @plastic-phantastic @the-silver-field and anyone else who wants to do it ! u dont have to though ofc

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hickorycreekrp-blog · 7 years

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Out of Character:

Name/Alias: Asha2

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Age: 22

Timezone: EST

Face Claim Preferences: Carlson Young

Character Basics:

Full Name: Sierra Noelle Mayor

Nicknames/Prefers: Cece, Baby Mayor

Age: 24

Occupation: Owner of Eastern Delights

Pronouns: She/her/hers

Gender: Cisgender female

Hometown: Hickory Creek, CT

Current Neighborhood: Cohen Point

Highest Education: Bachelor in Creative Writing from Carnegie Mellon University

Religion: Spiritual Christian

Family and Relationships:

Parents: Nathaniel Mayor (deceased) & Mallory Mayor (deceased)

Siblings: Alexander ‘Xander’ Mayor (deceased)

Children: None

Other: None

Pets: Boo, short for Boo Radley (her brother’s dog she also got ownership of)

Sexual Orientation: Undefined (she’s got a thing against being put in a box)

Romantic Orientation: Undefined

Marital Status: Single

Personality:

Favorite Film: Dead Poets Society

Favorite TV Show: Currently The Bold Type (but honestly any show that centers strong female friendships she’s a sucker for)

Favorite Book: To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Favorite Song: Fight Song by Rachel Platten

Favorite Color: Mint Green or Royal Purple

Likes: writing, traveling, ice cream, binge watching things on netflix, coffee, challenging people’s point of view of things, being spontaneous.

Dislikes: tea, nosy people, tight spaces, feeling like she’s not in control of her life, the ‘man’.

History:

TW: Car Accident, Death, Cancer

From the moment Sierra Mayor learned how to walk, she was trying to run away from Hickory Creek. Or at least that’s how all the family stories described her. One of her mother’s favorite stories to tell was when Sierra was six and went to visit a family friend in California with her mother. She’d come back with a suitcase filled with pamphlets and spent the next three years trying to convince her parents why they should ‘think seriously’ about relocating the family to Cali. It wasn’t that Sierra hated Hickory Creek or anything….it just…..felt suffocating from time to time. Everyone knew everything about you, there was no mystery. Nothing to explore. Just dull mundane life and if you weren’t exactly like everyone else, you stuck out like a sore thumb.

Something Sierra knew well. She’d never been content with life in Hickory like most people in her class. Their worlds seemed so confined to the town’s limit. Football games, homecoming dances, and who liked who were all anyone could focus on but Sierra knew there was a world beyond Hickory and all she wanted was to explore it. She wanted to dance under twinkling lights in Paris. Chase time in New York City. Let herself be carried away by ocean waves in Cali. Ride elephants in Taiwan. She wanted to see the world, breathe the world, be the world. But to her classmates her wanderlust was written off as her thinking she was better than the rest of them. So for the most part Sierra was a loner but she never felt lonely. Not with a notebook and pen in her hands because paper had always understood her. Reading and writing were her gateaway from her mundane small town life, it made her feel free. But after the death of her parents in a car crash her sophomore year, writing became more than an escape but the only thing that kept her sane.

As she adjusted from living in a modest home in Hickory Square with her parents and into a cramped apartment in Cohen Point with her older brother and his roommate, thoughts of leaving Hickory Creek were the only things that occupied her time. She didn’t wanna die having been stuck here her whole life like her parents. She refused to. But the harder she worked to leave her hometown in the dust, the more distance it put between herself and the brother who only wanted to hang on to the only family he had left. Xander loved Hickory as much as their parents did and he simply couldn’t understand Sierra’s constant need to bash the place that helped raise her. They argued almost daily and despite her love for him, Sierra still left after graduation.

Their different point of views caused them to fight almost daily. Each loving one another fiercely but not being able to understand where the other was coming from. Eventually Xander stopped trying to get through to her, choosing instead to make it impossible for her to want to leave. Every day of her senior year of high school was met gourmet breakfast waiting for her when she woke up, encouraging notes hidden around her room and inside of her things, surprises waiting for her on days he knew were hard for her. Her brother, and even his best friend to an extent, where the best roommates she could’ve of asked for but Sierra still left after graduation. And Alexander had been foolish to think anything would of been able to stop her.

Carnegie Mellon University was everything Sierra hoped it would be and more. She loved her school, her major, and everyone she met the four years she was there. After spending eighteen years in a town where everyone seemed to think, look, and act the same. It had been refreshing to be surrounded by people with new opinions, fresh ideas, and who were just as interested in the world as she was. She grew into a completely different woman during her four years there. No longer was she a moody loner but a social butterfly with friends from all walks of life. She wasn’t just someone with wanderlust anymore but someone who acted upon it. Spring break in Cabo with some friends. Thanksgiving in Upstate New York with a boyfriend she probably wouldn’t still be dating in six months. Missionary trips to Africa paid for by her school. Road Trips to New York during winter break. There was always somewhere to go and someone to go with.

Hickory Creek barely crossed her mind until graduation came around and her brother showed up in the crowd. A bouquet of flowers and an apology card in hand. ‘It was wrong to make you choose between me and your dreams’ and with that one sentence Sierra had been positive everything between herself and her brother were fixed. She got her best friend back. She even agreed to come back to Hickory Creek until she decided how to put her degree to use. And it was then she realized in her absence that her brother had gone from simply working in a restaurant to owning his own. She obviously hadn’t been the only Mayor sibling going after their dream in the four years she was gone and she was proud of him. During the day she worked as a hostess for Eastern Delights and at night she worked on her poetry, short stories, and novels. It wasn’t until she got a job opportunity in Seattle for a publishing house that things in the Mayor household became rocky once again.

Xander accused her of trying to abandon him again and she couldn’t stand that they kept having the same arguments over and over again. So one day, with no warning what so ever, Sierra packed her bags and left for Seattle. Leaving nothing behind her but a note apologizing to her brother and promising to write. A promise she had kept despite Alexander never once responding. He didn’t write back, call, even like a social media post. For two years it was radio silence from her brother’s end until six months ago when she got a call from Hickory Creek area code, she’d been so quick to answer, hoping beyond all hope Xander had finally gotten over her leaving and was reaching out again. But the call hadn’t been her brother but his best friend…..to tell her that Xander had passed away just an hour prior from stage four lung cancer. He’d been diagnosed shortly after she left and decided not to tell her. At first simply because he was sure he would beat it and he didn’t want her to worry her for no reason but when it became obvious the cancer was getting worse and not better, he hadn’t told her because he didn’t want her to watch the only family she had left slowly die. Even when she had selfishly abandoned him, he was protecting her.

Returning to Hickory Creek knowing she’d lost all three of her family members within the town’s limits wasn’t easy. Especially with the guilt she carried around for not being there for her brother during the hardest time in his life. For as much as she complained about the people in her hometown, Sierra wouldn’t have been able to plan her brother’s funeral if it weren’t for them. Picking pallbearers, printing programs, keeping people from asking her too many questions, reminding her to sleep, eat, breathe. They did almost everything for her and it only intensified the guilt she felt. For the first time in her life Sierra understood what her brother saw in this town, in these people, they had been his family when she hadn’t. Where she had failed him, they were there.

In typical Sierra fashion her plan had been to get the hell out of dodge after the funeral. To run away from her guilt and go back to Seattle and try to get her life back on track but when lawyer from Kent Law Firm showed up on her door step with papers declaring the owner of not only her brother’s beloved restaurant but the townhouse he recently bought and everything else in his name, she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed. Selling had been an option given to her. They could easily put her brother’s major possessions up for sale and when they were bought, she’d no longer have anything tying her to Hickory. She’d finally be free from Hickory and while that had been a tempting thought for a moment, she couldn’t bring herself to give away the last 'gifts’ her brother would ever give her to some strangers for a pay day. So to everyone’s shock, including her own, Sierra’s chose to let go of her job and apartment in Seattle and stay in Hickory Creek. She failed her brother while he was alive but she doesn’t want to repeat said failure in his absence from this world.

It’s not easy though, running a business at twenty-four with no business experience. Or cooking for that matter. Her brother could make a feast from five ingredients and Sierra could burn boiled eggs. It’s not easy at all but it’s a learning process and she’s just thankful her brother’s staff is kind enough….well most of them.

#carlson young fc #character: female #character: 20s #character: cohen point #hickorycreek sierra mayor

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allurehq-blog · 7 years

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blood status: halfblood clubs: gardening club pronouns: he/him sexuality: graysexual demiromantic

BIOGRAPHY

( sixteen ) –

The room was painted a dark blue with a white baseboard, wooden floors still gleaming from a recent shine. The bed was black along with all the matching furniture, and the pristineness of the whole thing made him reconsider having stepped inside with his shoes still on his feet. Too late to turn back now, he thought, since he was flanked and wouldn’t dare make a move out of turn. Too late to really turn back now, he thought, because there was nobody else to turn to, nothing to go back to. There was only the here and now and this family that Peter just realized was watching him expectantly, smiles wide on their faces.

“It’s really lovely, thank you, ma’am.”

The woman in question reached for his arm and squeezed it comfortingly. “What did I say about calling me ma’am? You can either call me mum or call me Emma.”

The man stepped up and wheeled his trunk up to the end of the bed, going back to pick up the two other bags that was all of his belongings and resting them on top of the covers. “And you can call me ‘o captain, my captain!’.”

Emma rolled her eyes and turned to Peter, shaking her head while jabbing a thumb in the direction of the man. “Don’t mind him, he always talks like that so I’ve learned to just tune it out. Call him Francis, as in he wishes he was F. Scott Fitzgerald.”

“Ouch. Sunk by my own wife, is there any harsher fate? It’s hardly my fault neither of you know Dead Poets Society… or Walt Whitman, for that matter!”

“Oh, hush. You’re scaring the boy. Go down and make some tea, captain, we’ll follow.”

With a laugh and a tip of his imaginary hat, Francis left and Peter, lost by the whole interaction, could only really watch him go. After his mother’s death, he knew that there would be changes, but he hadn’t expected the extent of it all: a new house, new family, new room. He didn’t even completely understand the whole process, only feeling as though he’d floated through all of it and hardly registering anything that was told him until finally he landed here, in a house twice the size of his old one in a room that was too big for his too few things that he now felt too ashamed to even display. So much of the process had been lost to him when he’d gone back to Hogwarts after his mother’s funeral and the reality of it, of having to go to a foster family since they had failed to find any trace of his father and he was effectively orphaned now, only hit him when he’d stepped off the train and through the wall to find a couple holding a sign with his name on it. The stuff of romcom movies, really.

“Are you okay? This must all be so overwhelming, Peter, I promise, it’s all going to be alright. You don’t have to call me mum, of course, I’m not trying to replace your mother. We’ll do our best to make you feel like you’ve been with us all along, but you’ve got to meet us halfway, okay?”

He felt sheepish then, a blossoming guilt taking root in his chest that made it impossible for him to speak so he nodded in response.

“Where’s your wand?”

“M-my-…”

“Yes, yes, your wand. I know you’re a wizard, Peter, I’m a squib myself. Or I was, I’m mostly Muggle now anyway, but I do keep in touch with the Ministry for situations like these. It’s so much better to be placed in homes like your old ones and I’m more than willing to help. It’s not often we get someone, but when we do, we do our best.”

Digging his hand into the inside of his coat, Peter offered the wand to her but she simply shook her head and pushed his hand back to him. “No, it’s fine. I just need you to keep it with you at all times. I don’t know if you’re allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts yet, but I hope you know you can’t do much of it here, at least not while my husband and my daughter are around. We don’t know yet if she can do magic herself, but that’s a whole other matter. If you have to apparate, you’ll have to go down the road, but other than that, you have all the freedom in the world.”

Finally finding his voice, Peter offered his new foster mother a shaky smile. “Thank you, Emma. I’ll try not to be a burden, you won’t even notice I’m here.”

Emma smiled back at him and nodded, squeezing his arm again.

“This may not be your permanent home, Peter, but as long as you’re with us, you’re as good as my son.

Welcome to the family.”

( fifteen ) –

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.

His voice shook along with his hand, the strength that he’d so hopelessly tried to hold on to slipping his grasp as each word spoken led to another second of heartbreak, another second towards ruination. It even took effort just to manage to hold on to the piece of paper where he’d written them down, eventually letting it all go and unable to even watch it flutter downwind as finally, Peter had to cover his face with his hands and let the sobs rack his body, the endless tears seeping through the gaps of his fingers and running down his arm. It was early October and he had yet to even settle into being back at Hogwarts, still to shrug off the summer in her company where he’d help her with her flower beds, make her tea and spend afternoons with her in their living room, reading and rereading some of her favorite poems to her as she sat with her eyes closed and content, indulge her with her habits of taking him shopping and embarrassing him with her ridiculous suggestions of what he should wear, often sidling up to girls and asking them if they have a boyfriend before nudging in his direction. All of it was just minute memories, but after someone departs from the world, it was surprising how the smallest of details would come flying back, begging to be noticed and remembered.

And boy, did Peter Pettigrew remember.

He remembered how kind his mother had been… and how unkind the world could be to take her from him with such needless violence, shot when she’d gone downstairs after hearing the noise of someone who had stolen into their bare bones home to take what little they had.

He remembered the man’s face, the same wetness in his eyes as he blubbered apologies between his teeth, admonishing on how he hadn’t meant to, it was an accident, the woman had caught him by surprise and he would’ve tried to save her but there was so much blood and he got scared, he didn’t want to get caught, he didn’t want to go to jail…

… but did he ever think of what his mother wanted? Of what Peter wanted?

At fifteen, this shouldn’t be, he shouldn’t be standing over a coffin just yet, he shouldn’t be wailing over this loss just yet, he didn’t want any of this to be real, he didn’t want any of this to be permanent, but nothing gold can stay and nobody was more golden than his mother.

( fourteen ) –

“What are you interested in?”

There was that all too familiar twitch of his nose that showed how uncomfortable the question made him, but this was the level that their friendship had reached: that the other could ask knowing it wasn’t something a lot of people could do and that Peter would still consider replying instead of taking his usual route of clamming up or pretending that he hadn’t heard. It took a while, the other drifting from one bookshelf to another with him tailing behind aimlessly, shrugging his shoulders.

“Well. Y’know… I dunno.”

Gideon Prewett turned to him with a cocked eyebrow before reaching out and clapping a hand on his shoulder that somehow managed to both ease off all the tension that had been built up there but make him feel even worried and panicked. The boy had been with him when he’d been approached by McGonagall along the corridors, telling him that he needed to be more invested in school activities to bolster his education, Peter looking up to her in scared silence before Gideon took up his usual role as Peter’s voice and said that he’ll help him figure it out.

“There’s got to be something, Peter. Maybe you can… go to the Dueling Club with me? Could be fun.”

For a moment, Peter thought he was serious and had to actually turn and look the other squarely in the face to know better. It had never really crossed his head that he had to join any of the clubs around school, feeling as though there wasn’t really much that he could offer and not wanting to go through that process of being the new kid, being alienated and sticking to himself. He’d been through one too many situations similar to it and all of them had been torturous and mortifying. Thinking of them now only made him even more grateful that someone as giving as Gideon Prewett existed, someone quick to snatch him up during class when pairs were asked to be made, someone who helped him put his thoughts to words and knew when even that wasn’t necessary, implicitly understanding what he meant without having to give voice to it. If he was to open a dictionary to the word ‘lifesaver’, Peter was pretty sure Gideon’s smiling, radiant face would be looking back at him.

“Okay, okay, so maybe not the dueling club and not Quidditch either, unless they got an opening for professional fanboy,” here, a nudge was made to the boy’s ribs which then required retaliation and then another and another until eventually Madam Pince came up behind them to tell off. “You can try out the gardening club. Fab’s there so you’ll at least have a familiar face around you.”

“I forgot we even had that club. Do they, like… do I have to deal with Mandrakes?”

An eyeroll. “Peter.”

“Gideon.”

“What?”

“… mandrakes?”

“You know how I feel about-…”

“Fine, yes, there will be Mandrakes, but unless they’re out of the pot and grown, they’re not going to kill you.”

“Yeah, but-…

“Peter. Just try it. I’ll tell Fabian.”

A pause. “… okay. Remind me to write my mum about it, she’ll just die knowing that all those hours wasted around her flowers are being put to good use. And thanks, Gid.

I dunno what I’d do without you.”

( eleven ) –

Peter Pettigrew didn’t know what he expected when he’d boarded the train on Platform 9 and ¾ - his father hadn’t told him stories of his time in Hogwarts because he didn’t tell any stories at all - but it definitely wasn’t that he’d instantly make three friends when they’d barged into his compartment, briefly asked if he had anyone else around and quickly made themselves settled into the empty seats, and it also definitely wasn’t that they’d still remain by his side even after all that, the four of them crossing the lake together while one of the boys jokingly stuck his hand into the water in the hopes that a supposed giant squid would cart him off to the magical water castle underneath the real castle. As he stood there in the crowd of equally anticipating eleven year olds, he took another glance at them and smiled to himself, feeling for the first time like he had some hope after all and that this wasn’t going to be as bad as he’d thought. He was still homesick and he wished as all hell that his mum was there next to him now to hold his hand and tell him that everything was going to be alright, but the encouraging smiles that he got from his newfound friends were enough to compensate for now.

Finally, when his name was called, he stiffened, finding himself stuck in place until he got shoved to the end of the steps by two pairs of hands, their snickering barely contained. He almost collapsed with the way that his knees shook as he made his way up the two, three steps to the harmless stool that stood at the middle of the platform, the rattiest looking hat imaginable sat on top of it. With one more glance at the professor who stood, waiting to plop the hat on his head, he sat with hands gripping the side of the stool so hard his knuckles were practically translucent. Which was lucky, because the hat suddenly sprung into life and twisted his head to the side, making him squeak and jump and almost fall off his chair if he hadn’t been holding on like his life depended on it.

“Ah! Pettigrew, Pettigrew… ah yes, your father, hmmm…”

There were questions at the tip of his tongue, dying to be asked, but he couldn’t give voice to them because he was too scared of what the outcome would be. It hit him how ridiculous it was that a talking hat could possibly know more about his father than the own son did. He wanted so badly to still be with his friends, but did they even allow kids to choose which house they should go to? Wasn’t that the whole point of having a sorting, so they’d sort you out instead of you doing that for yourself?

“Oh, I see. Made friends already, haven’t you? Yes, loyal friends indeed they are… but you are your father’s son, a Slytherin’s son….”

Still, he made no sound, maintain his look forward as he spotted one of the boys - Remus, he thought his name was, he remembered because he’d been the one to warn him about the chocolate frogs and had gotten berated for it by the other two boys because they were waiting for him to get a shock when he opened it - sitting at the Gryffindor table, their eyes meeting and Remus giving him a thumbs up for it. Already, he could feel himself warming up to him, to Sirius and James, to people who reminded him of home but also not of it, of so much more beyond it.

“You won’t even say anything, would you, boy? You don’t have to, I can see it, I can see your heart and what it wants. Oh, it wants so many things, things you haven’t even begun to know yet but already it wants it… and this house would be the only one to satisfy it, yes. Better be… Gryffindor!”

It took half a minute before he realized that he’d been sorted and another to get him to move, mouth gaping as he processed what had just happened. The words of the hat still rang in his ears, but it all got drowned out when James and Sirius ran up to him as he made his way down, clapping him on the shoulder and all but pushing him to Remus’ smiling face.

( two ) –

Object permanence: the understanding that objects continue to exist even when they cannot be observed.

At two years old, psychology says a child should have already grasped this, but rarely did they talk about the how.

A toy taken from his hand and hidden at the back of his head still exists.

A piece of food spooned to his mouth, while only momentarily, still exists.

A resentment buried for the sake of a child one of two never wanted in the first place, no matter how hard the attempt to suppress, still exists.

But what of a father? If a man was there one day and gone the next, bags in hand and shouting about never coming back, if a man left with a son too young to remember that he was ever there at all,

does he still exist?

( one ) –

“Are you absolutely sure? We know the papers we gave you already stated this, but he is still pretty weak, he was born premature, you see, so it’s going to be a lot of work from here on out, and we haven’t had the chance to-…”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure, he’s the one, right, Roger?”

“Whatever you say, Amelia.”

“Well, if you’re sure, then follow me, Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew, so we can finalize the paper work.”

“What’s his name?”

“Peter.”

CONNECTIONS

the marauders; the gift of family. being raised by a single mother in a poor area of london was all peter knew before coming to hogwarts. it was always like that, him and his mum - his father had been out of the picture since before he came into the world. he grew up sheltered against everything, his mother’s heartbreak and fear of trusting people casting a shadow onto his own life. she kept a tight hold onto him, as peter was the only one she could love and love her in return without fear that he would also leave her. he didn’t know any better as a boy, the life of just he and his mother the one reality he knew. the letter on the doorstop announcing his acceptance into hogwarts was what changed everything for him, though. it was a scary idea, the chance to step outside the comfortable bubble that had been made for himself - but at the same time, there was a part of him that was exhilarated by the thought of it all - the magic and the learning and the new experiences. and so, despite his mother trying her hardest to keep him from going, he boarded to train to hogwarts that fateful day, that found him seated with three other boys. and just like that, similar to a harsh slap again the back that expelled all the air from his lungs, peter quickly realized just how unprepared he was for this. with sweating palms and short breaths, he’d sat there for a while, suddenly forgetting how to speak or introduce himself. this was a mistake, he told himself. perhaps he could get off and turn around and phone his mother. his thoughts drifted to an escape route, which didn’t last for long, though - as two of the boys were quickly hittingit off and demanding that peter and the other boy with scars covering his face join in immediately. it wasn’t a choice, and with stumbling words, peter somehow found his voice. what a strange and refreshing feeling it was, to speak for himself and not have to rely on permission from his mother or listen to her speak for him. and though it took him a long time to do so, peter slowly found who he was outside of the shadow that had been created for him - instead finding his own way with the support of the three boys that he could easily call his brothers now.

bertha jorkins; the nosy neighbor. considering peter keeps to himself in every chance that he’s given, the fact that bertha has suddenly decided to pay attention to him is a perplexing one. he’s not used to random people attempting to converse with him - especially girls, of all people. but over the past few months, he’s found himself on the receiving end of her questions and her attention. it’s confusing, because it doesn’t seem as if she’s trying to befriend him. she finds him in the courtyard or in the library and invites herself into his space without permission, armed with an extensive list of questions about what he’s doing and where his friends are and what he’s been up to recently. if there’s one word that could easily describe bertha, it’s that she’s persistent. once she gets an idea in her head, or once she hears the slightest bit of gossip about a person, she refuses to let it go until she has the absolute truth - or until something newer and bigger has come along. bertha knows quite a bit about what’s going on around the school, the well kept secrets and the dirty laundry. she knows of what the teachers will whisper about one another in the corridors after class, and she’ll be the first to hear about relationship news. but there’s one secret within the confines of hogwarts that’s managed to escape her for this long. for the past years, the issue of remus lupin’s lycanthropy has stayed within the realm of a number of people that could be counted on less than two hands. with stories woven out of stretched truths and fallacies, as well as other people bending over backwards in an attempt to protect remus from the inconceivable idea of the rest of the school finding out what he truly was. however, bertha jorkins has begun to catch on and piece the clues together, and although she could easily try to latch on to james or sirius or even remus himself in an attempt to get to the bottom of what it all means, she’s instead found the means to the end in peter. and although peter knows that keeping remus’ secret is essentially why he went through the trouble of becoming an animagi and going through everything that he did with the marauders, bertha is extremely intimidating.

gideon prewett; the lifeline. meeting the marauders was a bit of a fluke, something that he still needs to pinch himself from time to time to believe that it did. but gideon prewett is a different story. where the marauders all just sort of ended up together in multiple ways - there was no question that the four of them could go through all that and not end up coming out brothers. it was easy and comfortable, and thankfully peter didn’t have to worry about interacting as much as people typically did when making friends. he’d never done so as a child for this reason, because words that he’d come up with in his head just never seemed to come out the same way upon being spoken. and people didn’t seem to have the patience to stick around and understand why this happened or how things worked like this. that is, before gideon prewett came along. in their first year, they were seated next to one another in more than half of their classes. rather than try to talk to gideon, peter went for the quiet route, not wanting to embarass himself. he was convinced gideon would be thankful for this, for not having to be saddled with the uncomfortable conversations that were bound to happen. but when gideon kept trying to talk to him, it left peter beyond unnerved, because he had no idea why. months passed, with peter still saying nothing and wondering when gideon would get tired of it and give up. gideon might’ve been a good person, sure - but it could’ve only lasted so long before he became frustrated. but it never came. gideon kept at it, talking to peter in every class, taking notes for him when he wasn’t there, requesting peter as his partner, suggesting they work on homework together. eventually, peter gave in and started to finally converse with him. things continued on, peter waiting for something to screw it all up - but finding himself becoming more and more comfortable around gideon. it was a new feeling, to have something happen and want to share it with one person and that one person alone - but that’s exactly how it was. as their final year is approaching, peter considers gideon one of his closest friends - perhaps on a different level as the marauders, but there’s one curiosity that still remains - whether they’re truly friends, or if this is something that peter has looked too far into.

amelia bones; the shunned. as a young boy, peter would often sit and listen to his mother go on about how the man that was his father was a horrible person, about how all men were terrible and couldn’t be trusted - except her baby boy, of course. and so her irrational fears of heartbreak and mistrust were thrust upon a boy that didn’t deserve it and didn’t know any better, but what else could peter have done? peter never met his father, never even knew his name or what he looked like or what he did. his mother refused to speak of unless it was in a litany of curses and horrible names. for this reason, as peter grew older, he knew that falling in love and giving your heart to someone else wasn’t worth the pain that might’ve come along with it. seeing what it did to his mother was something that he was sure he didn’t want to experience for himself. this only became more and more clear to him as he saw what it did to other people - especially gideon. hearing his broken voice explain to peter what had happened between him and amelia left peter speechless. he was person who felt emotions vibrantly, felt the waves and the swells of feelings as they came and went, and the rolling sadness that seemed to be vibrating off of gideon was almost unbearable. he didn’t understand, because now that he’d gotten to know gideon - six years behind them as friends - he didn’t know how in the world someone could be a part of gideon’s life and then simply toss him aside as amelia had. especially after claiming to have loved him. perhaps he was biased because he looked favorably upon gideon already, as if he could do no wrong - or perhaps it was the sinking distrust of affection and romance that was settling back in. but his opinion of amelia bones became jaded in that moment. he’d only exchanged words with her a few times here and there - but that was more than enough. he’d heard plenty about her to understand that she wasn’t someone he was fond of. and although he’s not as brazen as james or sirius, who would’ve confronted her or asked her what her problem was, peter came dream of the moment when he’s ready to do something like that while shooting angry glares at the back of her head.

PETER PETTIGREW IS PORTRAYED BY JAMES REID, AND HE IS TAKEN BY KOKO.

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5,000 Question Survey--part twenty-nine

2701. What does 'equal' mean? Being identical or equivalent. Being the same. 2702. Do you believe in the phrase 'all men are created equal'? Well, I mean we’re not “created” equal. There are physical differences that are unique to each person. Our personalities differ. Our genetics differ. However, we all bleed the same. We need oxygen to breathe. We want to be treated fairly, and loved. Everyone should have access to the same to the same opportunities and resources. However, we know that is not always the case.

What about woman? Same as I said above. No one should be treated differently or denied something based on their gender, sexuality, or race. 2703. Have all persons been specifically 'created'? Yes? 2704. Are all persons exactly equal? No. Some people are taller than others, some are stronger, some are smarter, more or less athletic, faster, etc you get the idea. We are not all identical or the same. I don’t think you’d want to be exactly like someone else. But again, there are things that most people want and are alike. The point again is that we have the access to the same opportunities and resources. That we are treated the same regardless of race, sexuality, and gender. 2705. Or do they just have equal rights (in theory)? Well, we should. That isn’t always the case, though. 2706. Does art reflect society or does society reflect art? Uhh. Both? 2707. Are you living under a little black raincloud or a ray of sunshine? I have a little black rain cloud hovering over me. 2708. What do you wonder about? I wonder about a lot of things. 2709. What is better..being single and free or being in love and responsible to another person? What’s “better” is unique to each individual. You can’t really say which one is better than the other, it just depends. To me, I know that single life all too well. I would like to experience a real relationship and love.

2710. What vitamins do you take? I’m supposed to take B12, vitamin D, and iron, but I’m not too good at doing so everyday. 2711. In checkers..red or black? Whichever. 2712. Is The Crow a great movie? I haven’t seen it. 2713. Do you wear all black frequently? Not all black, but I have black clothing. Actually, most of my jackets are black now that I think of it. It just goes well with everything. And my socks. 2714. Do you ever call yourself a poet, artist, or musician? No because I’m not any of those things.

Has your writing been published, your art been hung in a gallery or your band been signed? No. The most that has happened is I’ve had teachers use my essays as an example sometimes. Does it matter? Not to me, but to a writer, poet, or artist it might. But some don’t do it for that. Some do it because they genuinely love to do it regardless of if others see it or not. To each their own. 2715. When insects get into your house, do you kill them or catch them and take them ouside or leave them alone and let them live with you? I, personally, don’t do anything with them because I am a scardy cat. I get someone else to deal with it. 2716. Name at least one person who's birthday is in: Jan.- Our family friend. Feb.- My younger brother. Mar.- My dad. Apr.- My cousin. May- My aunt. June- Another cousin. July- Me. Aug.- Hmm... I don’t know. Sept- My mom. Oct- Another cousin. Nov- My older brother. Dec- Ty. 2717. Which would you consider to be a worse criminal: a pedophile or a necrphile? A pedophile, HANDS DOWN. Having sex with a corpse is not okay to me, but someone who is sexually attracted to children... there just isn’t a word good enough for a sick person like that. Especially if they act on their urges. There’s a special place in hell for people like that.

What if it was between a pedophile, a necrophile and a murderer? Murder, but murder and pedophilia are all sick and horrible. 2718. Do we start to die the day we are born or start to live the day we die? I don’t know how you start to live the day you die. If you die, you’re dead. I’ve heard of “live like you are dying”, but the way you worded it isn’t the same. Or maybe I’m just not understanding.

2719. Have you ever called your mom or dad a four letter word? I call my mom “mama” sometimes. Ha. I’m guessing you mean a curse word or something in which case, no, I have not. 2720. Do you believe america should go to war with iraq? That happened. 2721. Agree or disagree? “There is too much concern in courts for the rights of criminals.” Uhh I don’t know if there’s too much concern. “Abortion should be legal.” You just jump right into the controversial stuff. “The death penalty should be abolished.” I’m on the fence. “Marijuana should be legalized.” Yes. “It is important to have laws prohibiting homosexual relationships.” No. “The federal government should do more to control the sale of handguns.” Such as? “Racial discrimination is no longer a major problem in America.” It still exists. “Wealthy people should pay a larger share of taxes than they do now.” They do pay more. “Colleges should prohibit racist/sexist speech on campus.” That cuts into free speech. It’s shitty for someone to spew such hate, and they as a person should prohibit themselves from saying such things, but. That doesn’t mean something can’t be said about it. We should discourage such speech. Educate people like that. “Same-sex couples should have the right to legal marital status.” Yes.

“The activities of married women are best confined to the home and family.” No. If that’s what they choose to do that’s one thing, but they have the right to work and do other things if they wish. “People should not obey laws which violate their personal values.” Uhh. “Realistically, an individual can do little to bring about changes in our society.” I wouldn’t say that at all. Why did you agree or disagree to that last statement? Because I think a person can bring change. 2722. Let's say that after you die you become a spirit and you join all the other spirits. Not all of them have lived. You are talking to some who have never lived about how you HAVE lived. One of the spirits who has never lived says they think they will travel to earth in a human body soon and live. They ask you what three things on Earth should I be sure not to miss? You say... 1. Traveling and see the beauty out there that exists. 2. Experience love. 3. Discover something you are passionate about. 2723. What kind of ass is the sexiest (flat, round, tight, hard, meaty, juicy, small, big, stacked, packed, petite, barely there, curvey, muscular, etc.)? Describing an ass as “meaty” and “juicy”, though. lol. 2724. Is there something beautiful and special about everyone? Not everyone. In good people, yes. I have a hard time seeing something beautiful or special in a murder, rapist, abuser, and child molester. If yes is there something beautiful and special about Hitler? How about Bin Laden? What is it? My point exactly. I can’t see that in people like them.

2725. Have you ever moshed? Nope.

If yes to what bands? If no then would you ever? I couldn’t be surrounded by so many people like that. Especially people who are jumping up and down and moving about their arms. People get trampled sometimes. I’d be afraid of getting hurt. Especially being in a wheelchair and all, I’m right at the level to get punched in the face. 2726. Do you like sushi? Nope. I sometimes feel like the only person who doesn’t. 2727. What mood are you in? Man, my patience has been extra thin lately and I don’t know why. Like I’ve been extra super irritable. It doesn’t take much to annoy me. I just want to be left alone. Gah, I’m really not pleasant to be around. I’m sorry to my family. :X

What does your mood depend on? Sometimes nothing. I’m just a moody person. My mood will fluctuate all day. I never reach that happy level, though. I just will feel okay. Food and lack of coffee can play a role, though. Don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee. Or if I’m hungry. Also, if I’m not feeling especially well.

What depends on your mood? Uhhh. 2728. wHAT IS faith? Believing in something or someone. Believing wholeheartedly. Not needing proof, it’s just something you believe in your heart to be true based on anecdotal evidence.

what is common sense? Something you either have or you don’t. It can’t be taught. It’s like...something you kind of just think goes without saying. Like... you wouldn’t jump in the tiger den at the zoo. You just should know that. But there are people who still do stuff like that, it just happened recently.

Do you have either or both of them? I’ve explained this before in surveys, but I’ll talk about it again cause why not.

So, religion didn’t play a role throughout most of my life. I believe that stems from having both sets of grandparents with different religious beliefs both telling me what to believe and what is true. They both would share their beliefs with me, and would take me to church/meeting with them. How could I know what to believe if they both are telling me different things? I decided that I didn’t believe in any of it. I didn’t believe in a God at all, and wasn’t open to any of it.

Then, three years ago I took an ethics class, and one of the sections was on different religions. We learned about several different ones and what their beliefs and teachings were. It was also a seminar class, so it was mostly discussion based. I sat and listened with an open mind to people who had different religious beliefs and from someone who didn’t believe at all. Two classmates got into a pretty interesting debate. What was being said really was getting to me. I was open to it, and I was really listening. It made me start to question everything, and really think. I then decided that I should reevaluate some things, and go on a bit of a spiritual journey. From that point on, I was more open to it than I ever was.

About a year after that Ty came into my life. He is devoted Christian, and his faith is prominent in his life. He would share things with me if I was open to hearing it, and at that point I was. I hadn’t really gone on that spiritual journey I had wanted to go on the year before, but I was still open and curious. This then sparked something in me as well. I still wasn’t doing a whole lot on my own; though, until around this past November. I started to pray. Ty also had bought me this book that has daily meditations with God. It has a morning and evening passage to read each day, and mid January or so I started to read it. The day I decided to start had a passage that really related to things that I was feeling. I kept reading, and found that I was really identifying with it. They were reassuring and comforting. Things I needed to hear and be reminded of, and I believe it. I look forward to reading both passages now; it has become apart of my morning and nightly routine. I also started to read the Bible. It is something I do everyday now, as well as pray. I have completely opened my heart to God, and I believe in Him. To anyone who knows me, this would be quite unexpected. It took a long time to get to this point, but I believe it happened for a reason. Despite what happened between me and Ty, I think he was put into my life for a reason. It was through him that started something in me. Maybe he was to lead me to that path.

And as for common sense, I believe it is something I have.

2729. Is perfection or imperfection more beautiful? It’s like the saying goes, “perfectly imperfect.” 2730. Would you think a person doing the following things has a healthy or unhealthy level of insanity?: gives the finger while driving?

tells their life story to people they just met?

walks up to people and tried to convert them to a religion? says blah? 2731. Do you think this is a great line of poetry: "Journey with me into the mind of a maniac. Doomed to be a killer since I came out the nutsac" Why or why not? Ha. I mean they rhymed something with nut sack... 2732. Do you think that song lyrics are poems with music? Yes. 2733. In cases of rape which do you think is more of a crime: a stranger rapes a girl OR a girl's boyfriend rapes her? Okay rape is just an absolutely horrible, sick, cruel thing to do to someone--period.

2734. Did you know that in the USA it is considered to be LESS of a crime if a rapist knows the victim (because it is 'less of a crime' the rapist gets a less severe punishment)? I haven’t heard that, but wow I don’t agree with that at all. Like I said, rape is rape. How is it any less of a crime just because the person knows their attacker? If someone doesn’t consent then it’s rape. Period. End of story. Not up for debate. Do you agree or disagree and why? ^^^ 2735. In the USA aa few eeks ago a guy had beaten up and raped his girlfriend, for which he got 70 days of community service. He had been found guilty, got a year and a half of jail, BUT can you guess why his sentence was reduced to mere community service? I’m guessing because of what you just said? Ugh. . . . . . . . . He had a steady job. That's right. He was found less guilty, because he had a long-term steady job. What???? What in the heck does that have to do with anything at all? How does that affect what he did and make it less of a crime somehow? Wowwwwwwww.

How does this make you feel? It makes me angry. 2736. Does the character limit of notes or entries annoy you more? I use Tumblr for posts/entries, and haven’t had a character limit issue. 2737. wHO'S YOUR FAVORITE WRESTLER? None. 2738. Have you ever been trapped in an elevator? Nooooo. Thank goodness. 2739. What is more important, tact or honesty? Honesty. 2740. Do you have a mentor? Who? No. 2741. If you like guys: would you rather have a 'bad' guy (motorcycles, smokes, drinks, etc) or a 'good' guy (family, domesticated, nice guy)? I want a good, wholesome, nice, caring, understanding, patient, kind, family kind of guy. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t be into motorcycles or have a drink now and then. I’d prefer he didn’t smoke cigarettes.

Would you rather have a virgin or a more experianced guy? Well, I’m a virgin. If I was with another virgin, maybe it would be less awkward? I wouldn’t feel so... inexperienced. But then who would know what to do? Ha. If you like girls: Would you rather have a virgin or a more experianced girl? would you rather have a 'bad' girl (motorcycles, smokes, drinks, etc) or a 'good' girl (family, domesticated, nice girl)? 2742. Do you feel nervous in crowds? Yes. I get very anxious in crowds. 2743. Did you write a real entry today? Just surveys.

What about? Was it your best writing? 2744. If you were making a 'best of' entry about your BEST entries ever what would be your top 5 best entries? The closest I have to that are these surveys. This is where I do my rambling, venting, etc. I really don’t do personal posts. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve done one, actually. 2745. Do you like to play the lottery? I’ve only played once. 2746. Guess what? What? 2747. Why did you choose to live one more day? I don’t want to die. I just want to start living. 2748. What is the most beautiful myth you have ever read/heard? *shrug* 2749. Have you ever been stood up? Yes. It’s one of my pet peeves. I get if you have to cancel, but please give me more of a notice. Or a notice at all. I hate when it’s canceled at the last minute, after I mustered up the energy and got ready and have it all be for nothing.

2750. Finish the following senatances any way you want. I really don’t care much for questions like this in this survey series. I tend to skip it most of the time.

It's always darkest before.. Never underestimate the power of.. Don't bite the hand that.. A miss is as good as a.. If you lie down with dogs, you.. Love all, trust.. The pen is mightier than.. An idle mind is.. Where there is smoke, there's.. Happy is the bride who.. Two is company, three's.. None are so blind as.. You get out of something what you.. When the blind lead the blind.. Laugh and the whole world laughs with you. Cry and.. 2751. What's the most interesting assignment you ever had in school? Well, that’s tough. I’ve had a lot, actually. 2752. What's the most interesting thing you ever had to do for work? I’ve never had a job. 2753. Do you feel: insignifigant? Insignificant? Yes.

unable to evoke change? I do feel that way. I’m just not motivated or driven enough, and I wouldn’t know how or where to begin. I struggle with making changes in my own life. But it’s funny because I would tell someone else they could evoke change, and I believe it when I say it. Just not about myself.

like one person can't change the world? No, I think they could. Again, not me, but someone could.

like one life and one person's suffering doesn't mean very much? I wouldn’t say that at all. If you answered yes to any of those can you describe why in detail? I already did. 2754. Do you feel like you could contribute as much to society as ____ has? Albert Einstein: Ha, no. I’m not that intelligent.

Abe Lincoln: No.

Franz Kafka: I’m not sure who that is, but probably not.

Jesus Christ: Absolutely not. 2755. Are you aware that your brain is the same size as Albert Einstein's brain? Brain size doesn’t equate to intelligence, but that was the belief at one time.

Do you realize that you have the same number of hours in a day as Abraham Lincoln? Well, yes.

Did you know that Franz Kafka wrote all of his amazing litterature during his lunchbreaks at work? Ah, he’s a writer. Anyway, nope.

Did you know that we are all made of matter and that you are made of the Same Thing that Jesus was made of? Yes.

Do you still believe that you couldn't contribute as much to society as they did? Yes.

If yes than WHY? Because. 2756. Is your mind in the gutter? No. 2757. What do you have to complain about? Health related things. 2758. Do you remember rock n' roll radio? No. 2759. Is there such a thing as a food that you burn more calories from digesting than you actually absorb from it? Uhh. 2760. Hey, if you've gotten this far than you and me go way back. We've been hanging out for a while now and I gotta know..do you like me? I still don’t know you. Your questions are interesting for the most part. Some are a bit out there, and others are just more than I want to get into or think that hard about. 2761. What are you doing, Dave? My name is Stephanie. 2762. As far as love goes do you feel it is better to become complete before looking for someone or find someone who completes you? You should be complete on your own. 2763. What attracts you about the opposite sex (or same sex, or both sexes)? It’s difficult to say what one thing attracts me the most to the opposite sex. 2764. Do you need people or do you not need anyone? I need my family. 2765. Is selfishness always bad? Not always. Sometimes you have to put yourself first and focus on you.

Is selflessness always good? Again, I think it’s good to put yourself first sometimes. 2766. Do you feel like your life is being controlled by a power structure? I feel like my life is being controlled by my health. 2767. Can you name three things in society that send the message that being completely yourself and that looking inside yourself and contemplating what's within is a good thing? -- 2768. Can you name three things in society that send the message that materialism and the accumulation of stuff is a good thing? -- 2769. What is more important, a picture or it's frame? A picture.

What is more important, spirituality or religion? I think that depends on the individual and what they believe. 2770. How many definitions can you come up with for the wword 'fuck'? Having sex, used as apart of an insult, and to not care about something. 2771. Is it less offensive when a black person says Nigger than when a white person says it? Why or why not? 2772. Do you rationalize often? I don’t often feel like I have to. 2773. Do you believe that america is an imperialist nation? I don’t think so. 2774. Would you agree that: hot topic is the new abercrombie? No.

pink is the new black: No.

you are the new you? Yes, but not in a good way. 2775. Do you have more internet or real life friends? I don’t even feel like I have any friends anymore. 2776. What IS the feeding of 5000? I have no idea. 2777. What's an easy way to make money? Sell some items of yours. 2778. What's your favorite slang word and what does it mean? *shrug* 2779. Are you uncomfortable? Yes. My back hurts. 2780. Is anything definate besides death and taxes? Hmm. 2781. Would you rather live fast and die young or live slow and die old? I don’t know. I’d just like to live. 2782. Can you name 4 people who have committed crimes against humanity? How do you think they live with themselves? 2783. If you could imagine, pure fantasy, any God you could concieve, how would you want God to be? 2784. do you think the smashing pumpkins have a strong christian theme? I wasn’t aware of that. 2785. Do you think this survey has a strong christian theme? I hadn’t noticed that. 2786. Fill in the blank for yourself

"Give me ____ or give me death!

Liberty. 2787. Have you ever heard of the USA patriotism act? Yes.

Apparently they have passed laws making torture legal. Also the FBI can sneak and peek into ANYONE'S home. They don't have to ask or even tell you they were there. This is already the law. So, whaddaya think? I don’t approve. 2788. The people in power step all over the average citizen, trying to secure all the power and money for themselves and leave us with no rights and under their control. They have the audacity to do this because they know that we will not lift a finger to stop them. Are they right? No. I think we’re seeing evidence of that. 2789. The Free State Project is a plan in which 20,000 or more liberty-oriented people will move to a single state of the U.S. to secure there a free society. They will accomplish this by first reforming state law, opting out of federal mandates, and finally negotiating directly with the federal government for appropriate political autonomy. They want to be a community of freedom-loving individuals and families, and want to create a shining example of liberty for the rest of the nation and the world. What's your opinion? Could this work? Why or why not? I don’t know. Maybe. I’m not so sure it would be that easy, though. I don’t know what impact it would have on the rest of the US. It wouldn’t be perfect, but maybe it would make some kind of change. 2790. Have you ever seent e Neverending Stroy? Nope.

Remember when Bastian has to prove his worth by looking in that mirror where you see yourself the way you really are with no pretenses, rationalizations or mental lying? Could you stand yourself if you looked into that mirror? 2791. What is soilent green? I have no idea. 2792. What are you proud that you have never done? Hmm. 2793. What things are hopeless? I feel that way about a lot of things regarding my life. 2794. What Are People For? To figure out what their purpose in life is? 2795. What book do you feel could change someone's life? I’m not sure. 2796. Didja ever want to just walk up to the Bush administration and ask them, 'What the fuck?' 2797. How do you take your coffeee? With flavored creamer or with half and half and sugar. 2798. Have you ever plaied: This is supposed to be played, right?

paintball? No.

lazer tage? No.

which is better? 2799. In what ways are you lucky? I am blessed to have my family, a roof over my head, clothes to wear, and food to eat. 2800. If Jesse Jackson wants reparations to be given to black people because he thinks that black people don't have equal opportunities in this country than why does he drive a Jaguar? I don’t know.

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