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cherry-pop-elf · 6 months

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🧹 Training 🧹

George Weasley X Wheelchair Reader GN (Warning: Fluff)

“Easy-!” You laughed, as George was zipping you through the hallways of the castle. Was your own fault for trusting a Weasley with the reigns of your chair. A Weasley twin no less. On the bright side, you always got to your destinations faster then if you pushed yourself on your own. Was nice to give your arms a break. Hogwarts wasn’t the friendliest with your chair, so George offering help was nice. You couldn’t help but feel guilty that someone had to push you everywhere, but that Weasley Charm washed it all the way. “I need to practice my speed, if we want to defeat Slytherin next week.” George would laugh off your protest, as he made a sharp turn around the corner. Nearly sent you both flying, but he always managed to keep your chair down on the ground. “GEORGE-!” Even in your panic, there was a thrill. A thrill of just being two friends having fun. “Do me a favor and gain some weight. You are WAY to easy to push around. No resistance at all!” He scoffed, as you two were soon zooming through the courtyard. The target being the wooden bridge. You wondered how your wheels haven’t popped a flat yet. “If you want to ask me out, just say so-!” You tried to meet his energy, as you held on for dear life. Watching as the evening light flickered through the wooden beams of the shelter. The distant sound of the water fluttering between the thumps of your chair on the floor boards. “Nah, I’ve never been one who’s direct~!” He teases, with ease, leaving you warm in the face from his remarks. How he was able to still talk steady, while doing so much running, is yet another mystery for Hogwarts to hold. Was just perfect, until you both forgot about the bump at the end of the bridge. Where the wooden boards meet earth. It was a total wipe out, as you were suddenly on the ground. Staring up at the sky, as your wheelchair toppled over. Nothing Repairo can’t fix. You sat up, and shook your head. You experience more pain in just putting on pants then going flying down a hill. With a look around, you would see George having his share in the crash. Face full of dirt, as his Quidditch uniform was muddied up. “If you need the wheelchair, get your own.” You warned, but did hold some worry. Sure, he plays Quidditch, but empathy is empathy. “You good?” You asked, getting a thumbs up. “Good, now get me back in my chair. Think you broke something-“ Was nice to joke about your issues. So many people would get uncomfortable whenever you talked about being disabled. George was always able to meet your energy. Make you feel normal. Like right now. How he got up, tossed his long hair back, and stuck his tongue out at you. “Your arms work! Just crawl!” He cackled, as you have a dramatic flop. “But I am so helpless, weak, fragile. Oh, I see the light-!” You sobbed, as you reached for the sky. “Alright alright. Can’t have you leave me behind like that. I’ll get lonely.” George would playfully kick your side, before fixing your chair for you. Making sure the wheels were on tight, before easily hoisting you up in his arms. Those Quidditch Players. So strong. “Or do you prefer this ride?” He puzzled, with a eyebrow wiggle. That quickly had you yank his Quidditch hood over his face. “Knock it-“ You warned, but smiled. He would toss his head back, still smiling that Weasley smile, before gently placing you back down. Making sure you were comfortable, and secure, before being far slower with you down the hill. “Think that’s enough training for one day.” George admits, as he did have a few scrapes now. “So about gaining weight-“ He nudged your shoulder. “Hm…..I don’t know-“ You playfully muse. “The lakes right there, just gotta-“ And he slowly started to tip you forward. “HEY HEY-!” You quickly held on, as he laughed at the panic. That’s what you get, for falling with a Weasley. “You are paying though.” You warned. “Wow, really? Disabled AND a leech.” He scoffed, but it was always in jest. It was always normal. You couldn’t have asked for anything else. “Butterbeer does sound good right now-“ You admit, as he rolled you off to Hogsmeade, enjoying the ride.

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icarusbetide · 1 month

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some of my group chat's obscure and inaccurate amrev (hamilton centric) fancasts part 1

the result of five students procrastinating and commenting "hey this guy could play hamilton". not very accurate and based on vibes. we are not scouting agents for good reason.

Alexander Hamilton

We know from people's descriptions and portraits that he most likely: had very red hair, was 5 ft 7-ish, and was slender with a "fine figure". Fun fact, some historians say that people calling him 'small' was more in regards to his slimness than his height, which was more or less average at that time period. Need to find a source for that.

From paintings we do see that he had a prominent nose...and perhaps more of a pointed chin with a slim face, as a young man? It seemed to have broadened out with age. Portraits of him seem wildly inconsistent, and the one Betsey said was very like him was later in life. Damn you Charles Wilson Peale, you never got his face right! tbh I didn't see much of Hamilton's face (especially young Hamilton) in amc Turn's Sean Haggerty who had too much of a round face, and I think he was casted based off of the peale painting lmao.

And of course, who can forget his beautiful beautiful anime blue-violet eyes. Abigail Adams saw the devil in them, Fisher Ames seems to have spent way too much time staring into them. Both accounts can be seen as complimentary.

I've yet to find an actor that really captures an older Hamilton well, so I'm not even going to go there. Honestly, i've yet to find a really spot-on young Hamilton either, so I have no fan-cast. But my friend has one she advocates for a lot:

Tom Blyth based on these specific paintings (and a de-aged one with dark hair). Her words: "he has really piercing blue eyes and we know he can pull off lighter hair from the hunger games movie! he's also very slender which would work well, even though he's pretty tall. we can do perspective work with height it's okay."

And apparently Hamilton's son (William? it's not Philip right) looked quite a bit like him. And in the sketch below I think we can see Blyth's face there!

Not too bad, I think. Especially since his face seems to have filled out more. Main concern is if the hypothetical project would characterize Hamilton well, and if he'd deliver that complicated energy lol. He is charismatic so a point in his favor?

Valentijn Dijkman is another one of my friend's fancasts so I don't know much about him besides the screenshots they shared. Apparently he is a model and tiktoker, and he certainly checks the ginger + blue eyes requirements! A bit of a yassified Hamilton, I think, but some contemporaries called him almost feminine and some descriptions of him are wild so that might be okay.

Elizabeth Hamilton

Now, we know that Betsey was very petite and had lovely dark curls and eyes that Hamilton and even Tilghman, I believe, commented on. It seems like she had a slim face and a strong T-zone. Even in the portraits we see her dark eyes. Portraits of her when she was younger:

My personal fav fan cast is actually Meg Tilly, specifically Meg Tilly in Valmont 1983. She has the dark hair and dark eyes and her facial structure itself is also similar enough to me.

There's also something in her performance here that would serve well for Elizabeth - a sweetness and patient quality plus a hidden playful streak.

John Laurens

We are all stumped for him lmao. We don't have a lot of paintings of him and the main one is a Charles Peale and I don't trust him 100%. We do know he was most likely blonde, taller than Hamilton, and was very handsome.

Coward's way out. Seth Numrich is a popular one and I wouldn't be angry about it!

George Washington

It ain't accurate but I loved Ian Kahn's Washington so much that I don't care. He's way too hot to be Washington but let's just pretend it's that hero-worship coming through.

And to round it all out, Turn Lafayette was also suprisingly accurate in face shape I think. You can see we ran out of steam at the end.

#alexander hamilton #historical hamilton #fancast #george washington #elizabeth hamilton #john laurens #marquis de lafayette

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bethanydelleman · 11 months

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Can you rank the Austen men from most to least likely to be unfaithful to their wives?

Ya people with your great questions messing up my carefully organized queue... lol, who am I kidding I have no organization. Excellent question!

I honestly believe that Jane Austen wrote and imagined these men as faithful, but given their personalities, moral codes, and circumstances, I shall sort them into two buckets, More Likely and Not Likely

Not Likely:

Fitzwilliam Darcy - I buy the argument that Darcy is demisexual, so I don't think he seeks out sex without emotional attachment and he'd definitely consider an emotional attachment cheating. I doubt he's a virgin, but I think he'd be faithful when married.

Edward Ferrars - he may have accidentally fallen in love while engaged, but he remained faithful to a woman he didn't even like. I cannot see him cheating on Elinor in a million years. Also, with his profession and dislike of London, he has low accessibility (a big factor in cheating).

George Knightley - perfectly content to mostly stay at home and hang out with Emma and her dad. I can't say he's ever seemed terribly sex motivated to me. Also, rarely leaves Highbury so low access.

Henry Tilney - My best boy would never do that to Catherine!

Colonel Brandon - No one in the history of the earth has ever exuded such a strong monogamous vibe. It is Marianne Dashwood or NO ONE.

More Likely:

Captain Wentworth - I think it really depends if Anne is able to travel with him. I'm mostly putting him here because I do get the feeling he has a fairly high sex drive and the navy means long separations and high availability. If Anne is pregnant or has children, traveling with him may be difficult or impossible. Emotionally though, he's all Anne.

Edmund Bertram - He'd feel very bad about it afterwards, but I can see it.

Charles Bingley - Sorry dude, again, I can see it. The fact that he constantly falls in love worries me. I do think he's too nice to ever let Jane find out.

Hm, those are just the heroes. Here are some bonus guys rapid fire:

Cheating/Cheated:

Willoughby, Wickham (canonically), Sir Thomas (hinted canon), Frank Churchill, Mr. Rushworth (Maria told him to), William Elliot, Robert Ferrars (ego boost), Sir Walter (his kids are too well spaced), General Tilney

Not Cheating:

Sir John Middleton (actively having babies), Dr. Grant (too lazy), John Knightley (he would never), Robert Martin (he would never!), John Dashwood (fears Fanny), Mr. Bennet (canon), Thomas Palmer, Mr. Elton, Mr. Collins (fears reputation damage), Admiral Croft (too in love), Captain Harville (ditto), Charles Musgrove (burns his energy hunting), Mr. Woodhouse (can't even imagine), Mr. Price

Not Included: Henry Crawford because we don't know if he'll marry and John Thorpe because who in their right mind would marry him!

#jane austen #question response #austen men #austen heroes #mr. darcy #mr. knightley #edward ferrars #edmund bertram #captain wentworth #henry tilney #charles bingley #colonel brandon

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all-good-all-ways · 2 years

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f1 drivers and the first 1D song that pops into my head

(this is just for fun pls don’t attack me lmao)

lewis hamilton - infinity (it’s been me and him since day one, i’ll forever love and support this man <3)

george russell - over again (most british person out there so ofc ‘i can make your tears fall down like the showers that are british’ is fitting)

max verstappen - they don’t know about us (max/horner/rbr/masi/fia gc where they kissed his ass in order to win abu dhabi last year lol byeee)

sergio perez - c’mon c’mon (not a fan of rbr but a fan of my people making history in sports, so i cheer for him and feel proud of his success)

charles leclerc - heart attack (every time his radio message box pops up during a race i am terrified to hear that there’s a problem with his engine)

carlos sainz - no control (plssss remember when he was always going into the gravel and it became a meme lmao sorry carlos)

daniel ricciardo - where do broken hearts go (i wanted a happy song for his smiley personality but all i could think of was the pain of this season so far… monza i miss you)

lando norris - what a feeling (gives the dogs drifting in the snow vine energy, also seems like the clingy bf/teammate type lol)

esteban ocon - ready to run (him running to the podium after his first win will be engraved in my mind for the rest of my life)

fernando alonso - history (this man has been in the sport for forever pls retire also can’t forget he’s not over 2007 get another job lol)

valtteri bottas - taken (remembering when he would outqualify lewis during the first half of the season… i know mercedes were missing him for a sec)

zhou guanyu - what makes you beautiful (unproblematic, fashion king who does his best every week, he’s just a great vibe and i’m rooting for him to have a great f1 career)

pierre gasly - little black dress (the biggest tease on the grid, i mean his photo dumps always have at least one thrist trap in it also free him from the shackles of rbr)

yuki tsunoda - temporary fix (immediately thought of the duct tape on the rear wing, but he also matches the aggressiveness of the song lol)

sebastian vettel - night changes (from being a wdc to rarely making into q3, i feel your pain seb fans)

lance stroll - live while we’re young (basically just vibes every weekend, i feel like he knows his tractor of a car isn’t going to get any better by now lol)

kevin magnussen - strong (can’t forget the absolute scenes for the first race when he sent the haas?!? into q3!? and ended up finishing in 5th place?!! absolutely legendary comeback)

mick schumacher - don’t forget where you belong (i just know he’s going to do great things in this sport, but people need to stop comparing him to michael, his time will come soon)

alex albon - steal my girl (not an alex fan but i always end up see him with lily on my tl who’s an absolute queen so she’s taking the crown song)

nicholas latifi - long way down (SORRY but being last in the driver’s championship and the only one without points this season…)

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Wolff hails exceptional Lewis Hamilton after Mercedes year to forget

The Mercedes team principal Toto Wolff has paid tribute to Lewis Hamilton’s role in maintaining team morale and being determinedly positive despite the team’s poor performance this year. Wolff also insisted Mercedes had taken steps to pull out of their slump but warned that a return to the top would be no easy task. Hamilton closed out the year with a mechanical failure in the season finale Abu Dhabi Grand Prix on Sunday. The race was won with ease by Red Bull’s Max Verstappen who had already clinched his second world championship. For Hamilton it was the end to a season to forget with a car that has been off the pace. He has failed to win a race, losing his record as the only driver to have taken a victory in every season he has competed in F1 and finished sixth in the title race, his lowest standing in 16 years of racing. Yet Wolff emphasised how crucial the seven-time champion’s strong character has been this year for the beleaguered team. “For me knowing him for ten years from a personal side, he was exceptional,” he said. “Better than all the performances in the car, his attitude and mindset this year was outstanding. He has held us up at times, kept the energy level up when it was down even on days where it was difficult for him.” Mercedes won only one race this year, Hamilton’s teammate George Russell taking the flag at the penultimate meeting in Brazil. They finished third in the constructors’ championship behind Red Bull and Ferrari, the team’s lowest finish since 2012. Mercedes had won the previous eight constructors’ championships in a row, enjoying an unprecedented period of dominance. However, no teams are immune to falling away after reaching such heights. Ferrari have not won a drivers’ championship since 2007 and Red Bull failed to take a title from 2013 to 2021. Having dropped so far from the two leading team’s this season under the new regulations Wolff said Mercedes had been actively examining the causes to avoid a similar fate. “We are analysing what were the reasons in the past that teams that dominate over an era suddenly lost performance,” he said. “You can trace it back quite well, a change of regulations, people leaving, a tyre changing fundamentally. We have the same organisation, the same capability and the same financial funding. The regulations changed, we got it wrong but all the other pillars are still in place. “I am 100% sure that this was a difficult year that was necessary for us to re-motivate and re-energise the organisation. We won eight times in a row, more than 100 race wins. This has made us come back down to the ground to make us appreciate how it feels when you win, as in Brazil. In a few years we will be looking back and saying that was absolutely necessary.” Nonetheless Mercedes have a long way to go in the close season. They lost months of development time on their car this year as they had to focus on fixing its porpoising and bouncing issues. They believe they are now on the right track for next year’s car but Wolff sounded a cautionary note as the season closed at Yas Marina. “I’m not sure at all whether we can bounce back to a position where we can compete for the championship next year,” he said. “You need to acknowledge that the competition is strong but we will do everything in our power to set our objectives high and try to reach them.” via Formula One | The Guardian https://www.theguardian.com/sport/formulaone

#F1 #Wolff hails ‘exceptional’ Lewis Hamilton after Mercedes’ year to forget #Formula 1

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simshousewindsor · 2 years

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Anderson Cooper: Good afternoon, Windenburg. We’re back with special coverage of King George’s address to the nation.

This will be His Majesty’s first address to the nation since his New Years address from Sandringham at the first of the year.

Anderson Cooper: It was a busy day for His Majesty who attended the ribbon cutting ceremony for the new Kings Garden at George Square Park. The event marked the first joint public appearance by the King and Queen since he resumed royal duties after heart surgery.

Anderson Cooper: King George spoke to a small crowd about the importance creating outdoor spaces for the youth of Windenburg, and the impact the Commonwealth’s youth will have on the environment.

His Majesty has showed a strong caring for matters of the environment. The palace announced that His Majesty will be visiting the new Kent Energy Centre this week to further bring environmental awareness.

Shon Gableton: Final royal news before The Kings address, The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are scheduled to depart on the Commonwealth Tour this week, stepping in for the King and Queen. His Majesty, who is still took weak to travel, is said to be in full support of The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge heading the tour and is said to be giving details on the tour in his address tonight.

Anderson Coooper: That’s all from us at SNN. After the break, we’re live from Buckingsim Palace for The Kings Address.

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(Orchestral conclusion of ‘The National Anthem - God Save The King’)

Announcer: “HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE I”

“Good evening from Buckingsim Palace. It brings me great joy to address you, my peoples, today on the eve of such a historic Commonwealth Tour.

We are thankful to have The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge take on such an important role for our nation. I know they will both do amazing work and that each of you will surely welcome them with the love and support you would have shown to me and The Queen.

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge will visit Britechester, Evergreen Harbor, San Myshuno and Brindleton Bay on a four-week tour of our great Commonwealth. Their first stop will be in Brindleton Bay for the Annual Royal Navy Ball and a tour of the Royal Navy ship Destroyer. The Duke and Duchess are quite excited to see our many children when they stop at the Brindleton Bay Stables for Youth Field Day.”

“Throughout the tour, The Duke and Duchess will meet a wide variety of people from each country, including children, young people and families, frontline workers, service personnel, leaders from government, business and the charity sectors, as well as inspiring conservationists.

Their tour will also touch on a number of themes that are close to Their Royal Highnesses’ hearts, like their work with The Earthshot Award, which will take place during their second stop in Evergreen Harbor.”

“Personally, I would like to thank you all for your prayers and support for Princess Anna of Kent over the last few days. We are happy to announce that Princess Anna was found safe earlier this morning, due to the heroic efforts of our great MDP. Her kidnappers have been captured and will face the full extent of the law. Although the Princess may have scrapes and bruises on her body, her mind and spirit are resilient, like all of us Windenburgians. We ask for your continued love, and privacy, as she heals.”

“In closing, The Commonwealth Tour has always been a way for the Royal Family to see the people and understand how we can improve relations across the Commonwealth. This will be an exciting year as we tackle many issues plaguing our nation. I am confident that my government will continue to work for and with the people. The Queen and I wish you all, near and far, a continued prosperous year!”

THIS CONCLUDES THE ROYAL BROADCAST

#CommonwealthTourts4 #What's next for Princess Anna?#TS4 #ts4 story #ts4 simblr #sims 4 story #the sims 4 story #simblr #ts4 royal simblr #sims 4 royalty #ts4 royalty #the sims royal family #sims 4 monarchy #ts4 legacy #ts4 tumblr #sims 4 Tumblr

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smokeybrandreviews · 2 years

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Arabian Nights

Like everyone in the world right now, i was absolutely captivated by the Dahmer series on Netflix. I'm too episodes in and, goddamn, is this show brilliant but F*ck me if it isn’t draining. That show is tension incarnate. I haven’t been this goddamn stressed watching something since Uncut Gems. Suffice it to say, i need a break. I needed some breathing room from what is easily the best performance of Evan Peters’ career. I can’t speak for the entirety of the series but those first two episodes are f*cking brilliant. So, to cleanse my palette of murder and cannibalism, i opted to take in one of the many, many, films i missed this summer. I think the last film i saw in theaters was Thor IV. It was a disappointing end to the summer, my first summer back to the cinema after the Wuha claimed two years of my movie going life. It was a summer that shouldn’t have ended in disappointment because i should have went to see Three Thousand Years Of Longing in theaters.

Longing is one of the best movies I've seen in the last half decade and that’s no hyperbole. This thing is what movies should be. It’s gorgeous. This film absolutely seduces the eye with such a vibrant presentation and so many surreal images. This thing is by no means an acid trip, you’re not falling into the abstract by any measure, but I'd be lying if i said there wasn’t a distinct and earnest feeling of whimsy permeated throughout the run time. Seriously, this is a master craft on film making. The transitions, the scene composition, the use of color and sound, the direction, the performances; Everything is so goddamn brilliant, it’s hard to imagine this thing was made in the modern age. In an age of remakes and adaptions and comic book fare, Longing feels like a throwback to a bygone era of do-it-yourself creativity, where you have to work to bring your vision to life within the confines of a minuscule budget and legitimate magic is captured in that toil. I miss films like this. It’s why i love A24 so much. That studio carries that lost spirit in every production they green light.

This film is easily the second strongest film I've seen this year, after Everything Everywhere All At Once. I know that it’s considered a flop but don’t let that fool you. Longing is a f*cking gem, to be sure. It’s carried by some of the best work out of Idris Elba since his days as John Luther and an ageless Tilda Swinton returning that energy in a rare, sparring, performance where her partner makes her so much better. I was absolutely captivated by the Djinn’s stories and even moreso when you take into account that this was George Miller. Mr. Mad Max, himself, coming through and blessing us with his unique vision and inspired eye for visual storytelling. And these visuals tell a whole goddamn story. This man’s filmography s as eclectic as his approach to direction and i love him for it every day. He wrote this film, just like he wrote Babe, Fury Road, and f*king Happy Feet. Of course the movie about a Djinn betrayed by love, finding love with a woman who can’t interpret her own desires, is something that would appeal to him.

Three Thousand Years Of Longing is an exceptional example of pure, cinematic, storytelling and everyone should watch it at least once. I can’t even call this a review because i can’t objectively find fault in this film for what it wanted to do. Maybe it’s a poor adaption of The Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye or maybe the pacing is a little suspect for some. Maybe the climax comes too abruptly or the creative choices made by Romero might chaff, i don’t know. Even if these are things, they are minuscule inconveniences in the face of the complete film. I loved those movie way more than i expected to and i am disappointed in myself for not catching it in a theater. My goodness would this have been a strong ass 2theatrical experience. Missed opportunity, for sure. If you missed it, too, rectify that right now and check this thing out of VOD. It’s worth the loot and definitely worth the watch. Also, the last film i saw in theaters was Nope. Which make missing Longing in theaters even worse. Nope is one of the technically sound films I've ever seen and so is Longing. That back-to-back punch would have solidified this year as a successful return to the theater. F*cking bummer, dude..

#Three Thousand Years of Longing

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maguro13-2 · 2 months

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Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt.25 ~

[Time Eater's Void]

[Time Eater (Complete ver.) - Richard Jacques]

Time Eater (as Homura Akemi) : Let us begin the battle of the century. I shall destroy everything that Shinra had to offer, the past the present, and future that lies within the Real World shall cease the existence of Soul World and it's very foundation from Shinra shall be expunged!

"TIME EATER : THE DESTROYER OF TIME AND SPACE

Homura Akemi : Alright, bring it on! I'll show you what a better Time Traveler can do! I will make things right for this world! And you aren't going stop to me!

Super Sonic : Hey, need some help?

Homura Akemi : You there, blue hedehog! Of course I would like to be needed of assistance! And you brought your classic self from the past.

Super Sonic : Huh? (Sees Classic Sonic in his super form) Oh great, now I'm joining sides with my past self?

Homura Akemi : Right! So let's get to it!

Seto : Leave this one to us!

(the battle begins)

Time Eater : The simple fact is that I will destroy all things in the universe to be erased and the influence of Shinra Kusakabe must be erased! Far from ever happening than before!

Super Sonic : Yeah, right! You killed Shinra, took out his people, and executed a wtich! This is what you get for being the most destructive entity that literally destroyed a universe in half to stop a spreading influence from him? Pffft! You must be kidding!

Seto : So the Shinigami from Soul Eater that everyone know and love is just an astral puppet named Death created from Shinra, an illusion possessing the body of a boy named Shotaro, the true creator of the Mabuki! I don't know how to say, but I am right! the author is a weirdo and a complete moron! But if lying would never stop, I suggested that truth is going to win!

Super Sonic : You just had to say that, didn't you? And you're right, the author of Soul Eater is a weird and a complete nutcase. This would be the last straw that will ever be Maka's last a hero of Soul World's story.

Time Eater : Savor your last breath, Blue Rodent! It'll likely to ever free yourself from this distorted time! The next time we meet, the next time that you'll be erased from existence! But I give you no take backs guaranteed!

Super Sonic : Pretty much! But boy O' George, this is gonna be the best of the best! I can still catch up to ya! Is there a way that no man should ever take you down!

Time Eater : Best watch your back. That will be any consequences from any actions you performed. But enough is enough the time for talk is over! Time to speed things up! (fires drill-like shots at the group, but they evade)

Homura Akemi : You call that an attack!

Super Sonic : This is more offesne than your attacks!

Homura Akemi : Now that's the oppression I wanna see. You have no rights to be this powerful! See what I can do from yourself!

Super Sonic : Hey, Shinigami! Use the power of light deflect those shots!

Seto : Roger! (uses the power of light to deflect the shots) Ha! Not a scratch or hole can pierce through me!

Homura Akemi : I hope this is wearing you down! Give it all your all!

Time Eater : Right back at ya!

(during mid battle)

Time Eater (as Homura Akemi) : You're better than I expected. I'm impressed that you've grown so strong, Homura Akemi. You must redeemed yourself with all that power from the emeralds! This is the moment that we've been waiting for, hoping to achieve our evolution! Fusion of Darkness and Negative energy shall feel what the powers of light and darkness can do! Hope and Despair, equivalent to the likeness of all hearts and souls! But even a strand of your DNA shall ever be remained!

Homura Akemi : When I thought that I was born of a witch or something, I realized that I was born from cosmic horror, Drawcia. the woman who gave me life, had an opportunity of seeing you and she made contract in the result of creating me from project that started during Salem Witch Trials. But one's thing for sure, you killed Shinra, his beloved Iris, and his people, including the one you executed. The witch that was executed by you was Inca Kasugatani, the ancestor of Kimial Diehl. And I realize that she is going to be brought back in a timeline of Real World AU. Whether Sephiroth gives despair to all humans or Smash, it'll be both for to those have a heart and soul to open the door to darkness!

Time Eater : Although, humans and witches may not be friendly to their own kind, but they truly are an arrogant species of the planet that is the part of evolution and God is their creator. Humankind and Witchkind feel sorrow for their pity, feeling guilty for the sins and crimes against each of their kind, and when Demonkind rises up to the challenge, they'll become the only kind that will ever proper to both Humans and witches together, bringing peace and prosperity! That is why I destroyed the Ohkuboverse in half and annihilated Shinra and his people in order to keep Real World AU safe from the likes of Demon Vibe! I wanted to destroy the Ohkuboverse, a facade that was created by the lying, I want to destroy it all to myself!

Homura Akemi : You're absolutely right, creator. I should definitely call you "Father" instead. But If I don't have any parents nor biological relatives, then I'm just a creation of Drawcia's research. But remember, both you and Drawcia are like Mom and Dad to me, It only makes me a hero or villain of the story, but I can be both! I will be an anti-hero or an anti-villain of the story that I wanted to be! This final round shall be a showdown, let's play a game call "Quick Draw". The winner will be the last one standing! So it's your move, Time Eater.

Time Eater : (chuckles) Sure, kid. I'll end this quick. Just to make sure that I have a bullet that will make you draw your last breath.

Homura Akemi : I'm sure that we'll settle the scores and get it done nice and easy.

*EXCLAMATION MARK!*

Homura Akemi : Now's my Chance!

*GUNSHOT*

Time Eater : GAAAAAAHHHH!!! Not bad, Kid! You beat me to it!

Homura Akemi : And now, for my reward, I will take your powers as a victory and this time. It's gonna be me that will become a goddess and make myself as a King of the universe!

Time Eater : (painful grunt) Nnnooooooo!!!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Blowing up+Loud Booming*

Time Eater : I am forever invincible to have this power, not even the Death God of Mobius would apprenhend to Real World AU, be at It's finest that controls the universe and I under estimated you. You are the one that me and Drawcia gave you life as a human back in the past, and then you became after I imprisoned you for over year until Drawcia founded you. You were born to have the darkness in your heart, but I truly understand what it means to have a family like this. But why on earth can you still fight for a person that truly met as a kid?

[Believe to Heart - Yutaka Minobe]

Homura Akemi : Well, father. I got to admit it, the only reason that I exist in Real World AU, because Real World AU is where I belong, and even those that I wanted to carry out the darkness over to this planet, then I suggested I will be the one that will save Humankind and Witchkind, that means I would lead them to a brighter future! That's what being a hero is all about. A person that wanted to complete his or her tale! And everyone can be the hero that is their idol! I Homura Akemi, a Magical Girl born in city of Plymouth, is a hero that guides with Heroic Providence! That's my way to say it! Everyone! Can here a hero's name Homura, Seto, and then there's him, the hero of Mobius!

Everyone on Earth : [chanting] Sonic! Sonic! Sonic! Sonic! Sonic!

Homura Akemi : Now you understand that Real World AU is a place for everyone, including our selves, fictional characters made from Japan.

Time Eater : I see. Real World AU is a place for everyone, and not even Soul World that existed in the first place. Hmph! you ain't that bad, kid. You're a good one and I understand that destroying a planet for you is wrong, whether you are villain or hero, it's what you decide to reach the end of his or her tale. So I guess this means that my time is up. We will meet again, hopefully, I will see you there as Goddess of the universe! Now then with all Seven Rings in hand, we shall conclude this battle of time and space, and create a new era for both Humans and Witches, 2011 will be re-arranged!

Homura Akemi : You got yourself a deal, Time Eater. (They firmly shake hands) This is goodbye, farewell...

Time Eater : And amen.

*DBZ SFX : Energy Warbling+Wave*

"So long as we re-arranged, history can be changed."

"Both the Past, Present, and Future are both a common thing."

"But one's past and one's future shall be in their grasp."

"With all the events being reseted or re-arranged, everything..."

"Everything can go back to the way it was before..."

"I'm sure that humans and Witches will have a bright future for all."

"Destined to make me hero forever in their history."

~ 105th Scene : The Hero of Time ~

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xtrablak674 · 1 year

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Still Sore From Wednesday

Didn't really need to do a journal entry, but its nearly seven o'clock and since its Saturday I don't have to do my yoga and I have finished tending to my social media garden, which seems to get smaller month by month.

Wednesday was curiously errands directly related to things that were making me unhappy. Brooklyn Frame Works was the first stop to drop of the frame that had fallen off the wall two months ago. I am not sure why I have strong bad experiences with local businesses. I think part of it is that I am very deliberate about actively trying to use specific kinds of businesses, I guess its a bigger disappointment when they fail in their duties.

After surviving the interaction without being as openly frustrated and angry as I was, later that day I got this email from George, the owner, the same person who initially took my order.

Hello Trevor,

I just wanted you to know that we have made the appropriate changes to your frame and it is now ready for you. I am very sorry that this issue occurred. I also wanted to let you know that I truly regret that we let have you down and that you are (understandably) not pleased with the services, etc. which you've received from my business.

That said, I do remain concerned about the hardware on the other two frames we did for you and, as much as I understand your frustrations, I was still hoping that I might be able to remedy the potential issues of the 2 frames for you.

As such, I would like to offer to deliver the frame we have ready for you now and pickup the other 2 to assure that they are properly wired. I have limited access to a vehicle, but if you are amenable, I could potentially manage this drop off/ pickup this upcoming Sunday (4/2).

I should then be able to get the other 2 frames returned to you within approx. 2 days.

Please let me know if you are interested in this offer.

Thanks and best regards,

George

I think it took me two days before I even opened the email because the subject line was explicit enough that I knew the frame was ready I was just waiting for good weather to go and pick it up. I was also overwhelmed with annoyance that I had even needed to bring the piece to get repaired because it should have been done correctly the first time.

This is the thing about emotions even if you understand why they're there its not easy just to let them go. I guess that is part of the reason I wanted to do a journal today to make an attempt to move past these negative feelings, not for George but for me. As I said he was one of the three errands I had to run and I had feelings of anger, frustration and rage with all of them. I think it was because I went into all of the situations attempting to just do a task, attain a service or purchase an item and things went to shit.

What I really want to know is how can I reduce this trauma from these kinds of interactions. I have decided to put a moratorium on spending in the hopes if I am not buying anything that I can't invite any additional stress. Mind you think is modus operandi, have negative experience or trauma do whatever I can to neutralize future trauma. But then I realized this is just a part of being human and being in the world and interacting with other human beings. It doesn't matter how much I want to try to do good, there's going to be crap to deal with.

Sadly we can't avoid life to deal with life. It's impossible because life is just going to continue to show up no matter how much energy you put into trying to avoid it. I think what I need to do is find a way to reset my expectations, so I am less disappointed when things don't go the way I want them to. Its sad that we have to expect less to feel better, it doesn't feel like a good way to approach life or anything...

[Photo by Brown Estate]

#frustration #anger #rage #disappointment #emotions #small business #local business #poor service #miscommunication #stress #adulting #being human

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mariacallous · 1 year

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Could a Republican-led House mean a more hawkish stance on China and less aid for Ukraine or just more of the same? FP’s Emma Ashford and Matthew Kroenig debate.

Emma Ashford: Welcome to It’s Debatable, Global Edition! Matt—where are you joining us from today?

Matthew Kroenig: Greetings from Bali, Indonesia! I am here with the Atlantic Council putting on an official G-20 sideline event on food security. It is a typical think tank conference with panels, expert roundtables, tropical beaches—and a musical performance by the award-winning singer-songwriter John Legend. Join us virtually!

Where are you?

EA: While you surf with celebrities, I’m in cold, snowy Rovaniemi in Finland, talking to Finns about energy security and the war in Ukraine. Rovaniemi is the capital of Lapland but is better known as the official home of Santa Claus. While I’m here, perhaps I should take the time to ask Santa for a mild winter and a milder European energy crisis?

MK: A mild winter would make for a nice Christmas present. It will also help all the U.S. politicians who will be out in the cold after losing their election bids on Tuesday.

What is your take on the results and what it will mean for U.S. foreign policy for the next two years?

EA: Once again, it seems that we’ll be waiting for final election results for several weeks. It’s not just the abysmal American habit of slow vote counting, but also the fact that the Senate race in Georgia will once again go to a runoff election in early December.

But the one thing we do know is that the prophesied “red wave” failed to materialize. Instead, we’ve got what looks like a razor-thin Republican margin in the House and a toss-up in the Senate. That seems to have been as much a reflection of the low-quality candidates that Republicans ran as anything else, given Joe Biden’s terrible presidential approval ratings.

Foreign policy seems to have played very little role in the election. On one level, that shouldn’t have been a surprise; voters almost never prioritize foreign-policy issues in elections. And even the intersection of inflation, gas prices, and the war in Ukraine seems not to have swung voters substantially as an issue.

But that doesn’t mean that foreign policy won’t be impacted by this election. Somewhat ironically, a narrower Republican victory in the House may give more power to conservative Republicans who favor things like cutting back on aid to Ukraine and pushing burden-sharing among allies. And the election of [Senate candidate] J.D. Vance in Ohio seems notable; Vance was an outspoken advocate of an “America First” approach to foreign policy, including limiting aid to Ukraine and pushing burden-sharing among U.S. allies.

Also notable on that front was Sen. Mike Lee’s win over Evan McMullin in Utah. Lee has been an outspoken critic of U.S. foreign policy in recent years, while his opponent was known for his strong ties to [George W.] Bush-era neoconservatives like Bill Kristol.

MK: We could speculate what a Republican House might mean for U.S. foreign policy, or we could just listen to what Republican leaders are actually saying. Kevin McCarthy, the likely future Speaker of the House, said his statement about there being no “blank check” for aid to Ukraine was taken out of context. He was not making a policy statement but an obvious point about checks and balances with a Republican House exercising more oversight over a Democratic White House. McCarthy said his policy priority will be border security.

EA: It was taken out of context, perhaps, but there’s a definite trend among House Republicans toward skepticism of Ukraine aid. I suspect weapons and military aid will continue quite easily, but it’s going to be more difficult for the administration to get any more large packages of direct fiscal support through. McCarthy’s remarks were quite literal: Ukraine aid will continue, but from here on, it’s unlikely to be the blank check it’s mostly been so far.

Though, of course, I also expect a Republican House majority to spend a sizable chunk of its time investigating Biden and writing anti-China legislation.

MK: That is correct. Mike McCaul, the likely chairman of the House Foreign Affairs Committee, explained to me at an Atlantic Council event that his priority will be strengthening export controls to prevent China’s intellectual property theft. This will include a review of the U.S. Department of Commerce, which still waves through more than 90 percent of tech exports to China.

Mike Turner, likely future chairman of House Intelligence Committee, told the Atlantic Council that he wants to depoliticize intelligence after the controversies of the Trump years and reorient the intelligence community for great power competition with China.

And Mike Rogers (apparently Mike was the go-to name for conservative families circa 1960), likely future chairman of the House Armed Services Committee, wants to increase defense spending to the Indo-Pacific to focus on—you guessed it—competing with China.

In short, I see a Republican majority in Congress pursuing pretty standard right-of-center policies that should cause the Biden administration and the United States to intensify its focus on China.

EA: You’re undoubtedly right about China. My point is that U.S. policy toward Europe—and particularly Ukraine—is where we’re going to see the controversy. And on the Democratic side of the aisle, there was the election of a set of young, new progressive voices to the House, who might also be interested in a more critical stance on foreign policy, the way that their progressive colleagues Congresswomen Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Rashida Tlaib, and Ilhan Omar already are.

Of course, America’s not the only place where we’ve seen Trump-like candidates lose out recently. Since our last column, Brazilian firebrand Jair Bolsonaro managed to lose his reelection campaign, putting the left-wing candidate, Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, back into the presidency. Do you think this will matter for foreign policy? Should U.S. policymakers be happy or not?

MK: It’s a mixed bag. Lula has promised to stop deforestation and address climate change, which is good for humanity. But he has also been a champion of the BRICS bloc of nations, which includes Russia and China. Brazil just demonstrated that it is a consolidated democracy with its peaceful transfer of power; it should act like one in foreign affairs by joining the free world and ditching the rogue states. I am not hopeful that will happen, though. I have been making the same case to my hosts in Indonesia and not making much progress. Both countries seem happy with their nonaligned stance.

EA: There are some good reasons for it, particularly for states that want to maintain good trading relations with China. Lula has also been supportive of peace talks in the Ukraine conflict and suggested—rather controversially—that Kyiv may be as much to blame for the conflict as Moscow. He isn’t likely to take a more pro-Ukraine stance than Bolsonaro. It seems we’re unlikely to see substantive change in Brazilian foreign policy, despite the ideological shift in government.

MK: In other news, there’s also the COP27 conference happening right now in Egypt.

EA: Yes, unlike last year’s event in Glasgow, there aren’t particularly high hopes for this conference. We talked a bit last column about the contradictions in the Biden administration’s National Security Strategy on climate, with the administration arguing that they can both pursue competition with China and cooperation on climate issues. That seems like a real stretch to me, and I’m just not sure that John Kerry will be able to achieve that much here in his role as climate envoy.

Frankly, I fear that the continued shift toward a confrontational stance on China may sound the death knell for any attempt to find a climate solution in the next few years. Depending on how one views the threat from China, that might be a worthwhile price to pay, but to my mind, it would be an extremely high price unless the threat from China were overwhelming.

MK: The hope of cooperating with China on climate change was always misplaced. China needs to be part of the solution, only because China is the biggest part of the problem.

Moreover, during the period of U.S. strategic engagement with China from 1990 to 2017, Chinese greenhouse gas emissions increased fivefold. Clearly, being nice to China didn’t work. Perhaps a more competitive approach will yield better results.

But while we are talking about shared global challenges, can we turn to food security? I am learning a lot about the subject this week. It is a real security issue. One out of every eight humans goes to bed hungry. It will be a major topic at the G-20 summit this weekend.

EA: How do you think countries in the G-20 will deal with that question? There’s a clear split between the countries who are experiencing fairly severe food security issues in the aftermath of the war in Ukraine, and those for whom it is less of an issue, with that latter group largely composed of the states which are most active in the conflict or in supporting one of the parties. I wonder if we’ll see tensions or open disagreements about the continuation of the war and its costs?

MK: Interesting question. What is most interesting to me, however, are the parallels with national-security debates about secure supply chains and decoupling. Like with semiconductors, oil and gas, and other critical products, the world has built a food system optimized for efficiency, not security. A few major producers provide a few major crops that are then exported to humanity.

I learned in Foreign Policy’s excellent special issue on the subject that 75 percent of human calories are provided by just nine food sources (wheat, rice, corn, potatoes, barley, sugar, soy, and palm oil). Russia and Ukraine, for example, are the breadbaskets of the world. This works well in a frictionless, globalized, post-Cold War world but collapses when geopolitics intervene. Like with semiconductors, we need to reshore and friendshore, with countries becoming less dependent on food imports and engaging in more local production of fertilizers like urea in Africa and food like millet in India.

EA: It sounds rather simple when you put it like that. But that process—of reshaping global supply chains—is far easier said than done. Take the recent U.S. moves on semiconductors. The goal is to foster domestic American chip production, while keeping China from the most advanced chip technology. But some have argued that it might actually incentivize China to push for reunification with Taiwan in order to gain control of the Taiwanese chip industry.

And in less strategic areas, I’m suspicious of the notion that cutting all our trade ties will make us better off. There’s a reason that the world has seen unprecedented levels of prosperity under the open-trading regimes of recent decades. Maybe energy or high technology requires more localized production for security reasons, but the risk of supply disruption in basic commodities like food are better dealt with through resilience—lots of different suppliers globally—than they are through autarky or protectionism.

Speaking of strategic resources, though, I’ve spent the last few weeks in Europe, not just here in Finland but also in the Netherlands and the U.K. And there’s some good news on the energy crisis front: Europe is experiencing an extremely mild winter so far and is using less energy for heating than typical at this time of year. Europe also managed to fill its gas storage units before winter, albeit at a high cost, and at the expense of smaller, poorer states in Asia, many of whom have been forced to fall back on coal to meet their energy needs.

But it’s not all positive: Industrial demand for energy in Europe is down 25 percent, with plants shutting down because they simply can’t afford the energy they need to operate. The cuts are most notable in the automobile and chemical industries, which are pretty energy-intensive. Regardless of whether we see consumer shortfalls in energy, Europe’s industrial base will be ravaged this winter. Given that, I think it’s no wonder that some European leaders have turned their thoughts to how the war in Ukraine might be ended.

MK: I know some Eastern European leaders worry that Russia may be playing rope-a-dope. It is holding back some of its higher-end military capabilities as the West expends its stockpiles of anti-air munitions. Moscow can then freeze out and starve out Ukraine and Europe and then hit back hard in the spring. I am not sure I am persuaded. I think Russia is just losing. But I understand the concern.

EA: I’m not sure it’s that big a concern. I think thoughts everywhere have begun to turn to how to end this war. Recent reports suggest that the White House has been nudging [Ukrainian President Volodymyr] Zelensky to make his demands for opening negotiations with Russia somewhat more reasonable.

I think this is a pretty understandable step. No one is asking Kyiv to make difficult concessions here, and the White House has been successful in getting the Ukrainians to abandon the rather fanciful demand that they will not talk with Russia until President Vladimir Putin is deposed.

MK: Well, maybe we can end on a note of agreement. I think this is the right move as well. Some hawks see talk of negotiations as a willingness to make concessions to Russia, but that need not be the case. After all, the war will end in some kind of settlement. So, what are the West and Ukraine fighting for? What does victory look like? I have long argued they should spell it out. Zelensky did so this week, and the terms are not attractive to Putin: “restoration of territorial integrity, respect for the U.N. charter, compensation for all material losses caused by the war, punishment for every war criminal, and guarantees that this does not happen again.”

Russia will never accept these conditions, but this is still a diplomatically useful statement. The alternative could have been Russia, paradoxically, becoming the side for peace as it offered negotiations and Ukraine taking the side of war. Now, Ukraine is clear that it is for peace, too—on the right terms.

EA: That’s good, but I don’t know that this is really a note of agreement. I’ve also argued that Western leaders should be thinking about what the endgame looks like in Ukraine, but that’s still a pretty maximalist position you’re outlining. The Russians have signaled that they’re ready to talk—which is one sign of how badly the war is going for them—but they’re not going to give up all of their territorial gains, including Crimea, simply to end the war. It’s good to see the White House starting to think about how this ends, but I suspect we have a long way to go yet.

MK: But I better get back to prepping for this food security conference (or buying the Komodo dragon stuffed animal I promised for my son). Until next time?

EA: Nice try, Matt, but we all know you’re just hanging out on the beach in Bali, while I’m putting in the hard work to increase the resilience of Santa’s Christmas supply chain against Russian meddling. You know what I’m calling it?

MK: What’s that?

EA: Elf-Shoring.

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could i request a slytherin x draco imagine where the reader and draco have been dating for a long time and she’s kind of a bitch like draco but she also doesn’t believe in blood supremacy so people are just scared of her they don’t not like her but anyways she and draco do share same feelings towards potter and stuff like that so what if draco crossed the line with potter or the trio and ron and harry get super upset but the reader feels bad and goes up to hermoine after class and apologizes because she know draco didn’t mean it to go that far but he’s stubborn and she feels better about the situation but the next morning ron confesses that he had the twins help of putting something in draco’s glass for breakfast but in actuality it was the readers cup and they see the reader drink it and they freak out because ron said that it was a smaller dose of draught of the living death where they could get sick and fall asleep for a long time and hermoine freaks out because she says that the reader apologizes and throughout the day the reader feels super ill and draco is tries taking care of her until that night where she goes to sleep and pansy her roommate and bff (we love pansy) can’t wake her up and she runs to the great hall and tells draco and the trio feels guilty until the twins get an antidote and it ends in fluff? i’m sorry it’s so long idk how else to explain it 😥

unforgivable | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: where y/n gets poisoned due to draco's behavior

a/n: finally, i'm back!!! my hand still hurts, but i managed to write this on my laptop so it did not hurt that much while writing. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: angst, use of unforgivable spell, cursing, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

„Only those who really want to inflict torture on their victim and have sadistic pleasure in seeing them suffer, can create the right magical energy for a successful torture curse”, Professor Snape, your teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, repeats to the entire class, strutting around in front of the blackboard that is only filled with three words. Slowly getting bored, you lean back in your chair and look at the ceiling, which seems far more interesting than the repetition of the three unforgivable curses right now.

Your gaze wanders over the numerous cracks in the ceiling above you until you completely block out Professor Snape’s voice. As soon as you direct your eyes a little further to the left, you stare at your beautiful boyfriend, whose side profile is illuminated by the shining sun. Smiling to yourself, you move closer to him to gently place your hand on top of his, hoping to draw his attention to you.

But without success.

Draco does not move an inch, his gaze intently focused on the front of the classroom while he is listening to the lesson, not even stopping when you finally lay your head on his shoulder and sigh softly.

Since your beloved boyfriend obviously does not want to give you the attention you deserve, you look for something else to do to cure your boredom. Annoying Harry Potter and Ron Weasley seems like a good decision for you. It does not take you long to toss small, rolled up balls of paper against the back of their heads, careful to only throw it across the room when Snape turns his back to the class. Rolling their eyes, they turn to you in annoyance, but you just give them a malicious smile before they try to focus again.

Just like Draco, you despise Harry Potter profoundly. There has never been a real reason for your hatred, but sometimes you meet people in your life that you just can’t get along with. This similarity of Draco and you only bonded you together even more.

You were never very popular at Hogwarts anyway, neither with your classmates nor with the teachers. But you do not care. In fact, you even enjoy it when you walk through the corridors and the first years move aside in fear immediately. If Draco is with you, they even turn around and take a different path. And because the few people you actually do get along with are always by your side, you do not mind having a certain reputation at this school.

“You will write a twenty-page essay about the unforgivable curses until next week”, Professor Snape finishes the lesson and you excitedly jump out of your seat right away, collecting your stuff. Since your hand was still connected to Draco’s, you pulled him along.

“Someone seems to have a strong interest in these curses”, you giggle when you see his almost annoyed expression due to the ending of the lesson.

“And what if it does?”, he rolls his eyes at you and you wait until he has stowed all his things in his bag before you go out into the hallway together. Almost like a reflex, you intertwine your hands as you walk down the corridors of Hogwarts.

On your way to the Great Hall to get something to eat, you walk across the courtyard when you suddenly notice the Golden Trio, as they are called, sitting on one of the benches out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, they are already standing in front of you.

“Sorry, but you are covering the sun”, you mention snippily and raise an eyebrow, waiting for them to clear the way.

“What was that about earlier, Y/N?”, Ron angrily asks you and you just shrug your shoulders ignorantly.

“Do not make a scene now, Weaselbee”, Draco interferes, obviously annoyed.

“Oh, it is you, Malfoy! I did not recognize you anymore, now that you have suddenly become so meek since your father is in Azkaban”, Harry mocks and you feel the situation slowly escalating. “How does he like his new home?”

If looks could kill, you are sure all three of them would be dead on the spot.

“At least I still have parents, Scarhead”, Draco fires back through gritted teeth and his grip on your hand becomes tighter.

“Depulso!”

As soon as these words come out of Harry’s mouth, Draco is pushed back through the air, his back hitting the brick wall. In shock, you look after him, your legs unable to move. The arguments between you and them happened countless times, but no one has ever raised their wand.

“Harry!”, you hear Hermione scold him, but too late. The anger is clearly written upon Draco’s face as he slowly straightens his posture. Reaching for his wand in a flash, the next few seconds pass in slow motion.

“Cruci-“

“Expelliarmus!”, you quickly interrupt when you realize what Draco was about to say, and his wand flies through the air, landing right in front of your feet. An uncomfortable silence spreads and even Draco does not seem to understand what he was about to do.

“You have totally gone crazy!”, Ron is the first so speak up and angrily stomps towards your still stunned boyfriend, but you quickly stand between them, protecting Draco.

“Ron, stop it”, Hermione talks him out of doing anything stupid until he finally gives in and lets her pull him away. With an disparaging look, the three of them disappear into the next corridor.

“Are you actually crazy!?”, you turn to Draco, who immediately lowers his head, obviously understanding that his actions were wrong. “These curses are called unforgivable for a reason, Draco! I thought you listened to Snape today, damn it!”

“I-I am sorry”, he manages to say, lifting his head to look at you, trying to show you that he is serious. “But you hate them too!”

“And yet I would never harm them physically!”, you reply irritably and shove his wand back into his hand. You then turn away, shaking your head.

“I apologized! Wait, babe-“

“No, Draco. You went too far this time”, you interrupt him and pull your wrist out of his grip. With these words you leave him alone and make your way into the filled Great Hall. Once you arrive inside, you feel the burning and piercing looks of the whole Gryffindor table on you, but you choose to ignore them and walk straight up to their table. Contrary to what you expected, their conversations suddenly fall silent when you walk up to Hermione.

“Can we talk for a moment?”, you ask her with no emotion in your voice or face, but your eyes are almost begging her, and your heart is leaping. After exchanging a few glances with the Weasley twins and their little sister, Hermione nods in agreement and follows you out of the Great Hall into the silence of the corridors.

“What is it?”, she sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

“I wanted to apologize for Draco’s behavior. He really did not mean it, you have to believe me. Draco can be so incredibly stubborn sometimes, but he would never want to harm any of you”, you rant to her while she listens closely.

“First of all, I am not the one you should apologize to, and most importantly, you should not be the one to apologize”, Hermione replies, rubbing her fingers against her temple. “We both know what happens to wizards who cast one of these curse-“

“Shh!” you interrupt her and quickly cover her mouth, suppressing her words. “I know. But- Well I-“

“I accept your apology, Y/N. After all, Harry and Ron were not entirely innocent either”, she explains to you and for a brief moment you see a small smile cross her lips. Right now, you would love to hug her.

“Thank you”, you say from the bottom of your heart. Sometimes it can actually be helpful to approach things with a little kindness.

“I am also sorry about what happened. Let us just forget about it”, she suggests, and you agree without hesitation.

And Hermione really is just as sorry as you are. Especially when Ron tells her about his nasty plan at breakfast the next morning. Hermione did not get around to tell them about your apology yet, which is why Ron still wants revenge. With the help of Fred and George, he prepared a small potion of Draught of the Living Death and gave it into Draco’s glass. But when Hermione finds out about it, it is already too late.

She can only helplessly watch as you suddenly ingest the toxic mixture instead of Draco.

You, on the other hand, did not even notice that there is something strange about your drink and continue to talk with Pansy, while still giving Draco the cold shoulder. Of course, he has apologized a thousand times, but if you do not punish him in some way, he will never learn from it.

Nevertheless, you are quite glad that he does not leave your side for the whole day, because when you feel lightheaded all of a sudden and shortly afterwards pass out, he is by your side immediately, catching you.

“Babe, can you hear me?!”, Draco basically yells in your face before gently patting your cheek, causing you to open your eyes again. Confused and disoriented, you look around, not remembering what happened.

“What- What happened?”, you ask limp, almost not able to get your teeth apart to speak while your eyes keep feeling extremely heavy.

“You passed out”, he explains as he is already heaving you into his strong arms. “I will take you to your room, you have to rest.”

Carefully, he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed and covers your body with the blanket, completely wrapping you up before he sits on the edge of the bed and closely watches you. You weakly reach for his hand and run your thumb over the back of his hand before a quiet ‘thank you’ leaves your lips, drifting into a deep sleep.

After Draco lingers by your side for several hours silently, inwardly dying of worry, Pansy finally compels him to go to the Great Hall for dinner and then catch up on some sleep himself while she takes care of you. Only when she promises, does he consent and leave your room.

It is already late in the evening when Pansy goes to bed after finishing her homework while keeping an eye on you the whole time. Just as she is about to make herself comfortable, she notices that your chest is no longer moving up and down regularly as it was a few minutes ago.

You do not breathe anymore.

“Y/N!”, Pansy yells and runs to your side, placing her hands on your shoulders to shake you awake. “Wake up, wake up! Damn it!”

No matter how long she shakes your body, you will not wake up even when she slaps you lightly. You do not move an inch and your face looks as pale as that of a corpse. As if you were already lingering among the dead. As if you were in a deathlike slumber. If you had not suddenly started breathing again, Pansy would really have believed that you were gone.

Thereupon, she loses no more time and sprints out of the room, almost falling down the stairs on the way to the Great Hall. Because it is already so late in the evening, there are only a few students sitting at the tables, looking at her in shock when she rushes inside.

“Draco! It is Y/N! You- She just won’t wake up”, Pansy calls out across the hall and hurries over to the Slytherin table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch what is happening with a sense of guilt from the other side.

Before Draco can follow Pansy to the common room, Hermione blocks his way, along with Harry and Ron, briefly stopping him, causing Draco to get angry right away.

“Get out of the way! I do not have time for-“

“Listen, Malfoy! She drank Draught of the Living Death, that is why she does not wake up”, Harry interrupts him and Draco’s eyes widen in an instant.

“What?!”

“Originally, it was meant for you! As revenge”, Ron admits, hiding himself behind Hermione, just in case.

“Are you stupid?!”, Draco hisses and takes a dangerous step towards Ron, but before the situation can escalate again, Hermione intervenes.

“Now is not the time! Fred and George created the potion so they will be able to make the antidote as well. We just need a little more time”, Hermione negotiates and Draco reluctantly agrees before they part ways again and he takes the quickest way back to you.

Staying by your side all night, the tension in his body does not fade and even though his eyes start to slowly feel heavy, he stays awake. He will not let you out of his sight and pays particular attention to your breathing, which initially remains regular. When Hermione joins them in your room, a vessel in her hand, he is finally relieved from his suffering.

“This is Wiggenweld Potion. It reverses the effects of Sleeping Draughts”, she explains and hands Draco the potion. "It is not exactly described how to give it to the victim though I once heard that a prince used it to heal a princess. With a kiss.”

Hermione did not even finish her sentence as you can already feel Draco’s soft lips on yours and within a few seconds, your eyes flutter open. Whatever is just flowing down your throat tastes bitter and you look around confused, looking into blurred faces that seem relieved.

“For Merlin’s sake, you are alive”, Draco breathes out, hugging you tightly, so tight that he almost chokes you. Inhaling his pleasant scent, your exhausted body relaxes, but you still can’t remember anything. After you passed out in the hallway, you felt like you were floating on clouds. You could not hear anymore, could not move and for a brief moment you saw a bright white light in front of you, coming closer and closer.

“What happened?”, your voice comes out muffled as you talk against Draco’s shoulder. He loosens his arms around you and takes both of your hands in his, running his fingers over your delicate palms.

“You were under the influence of the Draught of the Living Death. Ron apparently mixed it into your drink by accident. It was meant for me and- I am so terribly sorry. If I had not been so stupid, then-“

“Then I would still be sleeping now”, you finish his sentence and give him a gentle smile, the tension in his face and body disappearing. Slowly leaning forward, you connect your lips again, this time for a proper kiss. “I am not mad at neither you nor Ron.”

In the corner of your eye, you also see Hermione relax at your words, breathing out deeply.

“Did you at least learn from it?”, you lift an eyebrow and look at Draco expectantly.

“I swear that I will never ever in my life even think about uttering one of those curses again”, he explains honestly and raises his hands in defense. “I was stupid and I will apologize to them.”

“Already done”, Hermione smiles and opens the door, causing Harry and Ron to stumble into the room, Ron looking at you anxiously and with uncertainty.

“Do not worry, Ron. I am fine”, you reassure him, but his gaze still wanders between Draco and you, not sure how to judge the scene.

“How about we agree that we still do not like each other, but that we at least do no more physical harm?”, Draco suggests and after everyone agreed and said goodbye, he is the only one who stays by your side.

“You look tired, babe. You should get some sleep”, you mention and take his face between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.

“You do not seriously think that I will let you sleep alone after all of this, do you?”, he states as he is already making himself comfortable on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him, protecting you from all the evil in the world. In fact, he does, and keeps his word. After this incident there has never been another one.

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sweetestpopcorn · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on the six wives of Maegor the Cruel? Rhaena Targaryen is my favorite.

Hi there, Anon :D

First, so sorry for this huge delay in answering! 😅 so so sorry! It has been like 4 months?! Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!

Second, because you have waited for so long let’s jump right into it! I will go through his wives aka hostages from more favourite to least favourite.

To the surprise of a grand total of 0 people, me being the Targaryen Supremacist that I am, have Rhaena Targaryen as my #1 of course.

I love Rhaena. She absolutely was one of my favourite characters in F&B. A woman with her ovaries in place, strong, not afraid to put men in their place and remind them that they do be little b:tches and if they do be little b_tches they should stop acting like they have a pair because they don’t - looking at you Rogar. At the same time my heart also goes out to her because she is quite a tragic figure. From being born to being Queen to never being one in truth (just a consort and against her will), to losing her brothers in a vicious way, to being forced to give her babies away for their own safety (and she was what 17/18 when she had to do this? wow...) and never being allowed to raise them, and of course, as if all of this wasn’t already bad enough we also have her being forced to marry Maegor, rap£d, have her heart broken by Elissa Farman, having her ladies killed by her husband, and have her daughter have maybe the worst death out of anyone in Fire and Blood.

You just didn’t know when to stop did you, George?

I love that Rhaena, despite everything, was never a victim of her situation. That she kept on fighting. I also love that she kept on trying to be happy, that she went after what she wanted not what was expected of her. She is definitely the type of character I love.

We do NOT stand meek obedient dutiful women in this house. F-ck duty!

#2 will have to be Ceryse Hightower.

Yes, I know she’s a Hightower *barf* BUT I just loved her “Gives 0 f_cks energy”. Seriously, we stan a “Gives 0 f_cks” Queen. Like seriously, Maegor just went off collecting wives and Ceryse was just sipping on some wine and going like “Well but I AM NUMBER 1″. Like, Queen, go off!

Also bonus points for her uncle High Septon.

Here are some of my favourite “Ceryse” moments:

“(...) the High Septon was loud in his denunciations of “the abomination and his whores,” whilst the king’s first wife, Ceryse of House Hightower, continued to insist that she was Maegor’s only lawful queen.” (Fire and Blood, pg. 81)

How was this chick not afraid of Maegor?

“A great feast was held at the Hightower to celebrate their reconciliation; the revels even included a bedding and a “second consummation” so all men would know this to be a true and loving union” (Fire and Blood, pg. 87)

I mean 😂😂😂😂😂

Ceryse:

Meanwhile Maegor:

“Not long after the completion of the castle, Queen Ceryse was stricken with a sudden illness and passed away. A rumour went around court that Her Grace had given offense to the king with a shrewish remark, so he had commanded Ser Owen to remove her tongue.” (Fire and Blood, pg. 95)

RIP Queen and please by the Seven let the rumour be true because we live to have Ceryse just mocking Maegor to his face 😂😂😂

#3 Elinor Costayne

This poor woman had her infant son being taken from him so she stopped nursing him and was available to “nurse” Maegor instead. #killme

I like that after everything she endured she went to check on her kids before dedicating her life to the Faith, and I like that she helped in the “Jaehaerys Propaganda”. I think it’s characters like her that do show us that there is light after the darkness. Again, I really do appreciate characters who are more than victims and have the strength to carry on despite the horrors they had to endure.

#4 Jeyne Westerling

Not much to say except poor woman...

#5 Alys Harroway

See while I am horrified about how she was killed, unlike the other victims ups sorry wives of Maegor she actually chose to marry him. While she in no way deserved what she got, I feel more for the women who did not even have a say in marrying him since they had their children threatened.

Also true love or just ambition in wanting to be Maegor’s queen? My guess? 2. 2 allllllll thhhhheeee wayyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Ah, and for all you besties who love to defend Maegor, this is how Alys died <3 you are welcome:

“The worst death was reserved for Queen Alys herself, who was given to her sister-wife Tyanna for torment. Of her death we will not speak, for some things are best buried and forgotten. Suffice it to say that her dying took the best part of a fortnight, and that Maegor himself was present for all of it, a witness to her agony. After her death, the queen’s body was cut into seven parts, and her pieces mounted on spikes above the seven gates of the city, where they remained until they rotted.” (Fire and Blood, pg. 94)

#6 Last spot is reserved for the only woman I looked at and would say” Yup, they deserved each other” Tyanna of the Tower. And to you, Tyanna, may I say, “F_ck you, and f_ck you some more”. You were as much of a monster as Maegor was.

That being said these two share one of THE funniest moments in all of Fire and Blood, this right here:

“It is said Maegor was seated on the Iron Throne with the head of the Grand Maester in his hands when Queen Tyanna came to tell him he had been deceived. The child was not his seed. Seeing Queen Ceryse return to court, old bitter and childless, Alys Harroway had begun to fear the same fate awaited her unless she gave the king a son, so she had turned to her lord father, the Hand of the King. On the nights when the king was sharing a bed with Queen Ceryse or Queen Tyanna, Lucas Harroway sent men to his daughter’s bed to get her with child. Maegor refused to believe. He told Tyanna she was a jealous witch, and barren, throwing the Grand Maester’s head at her. “Spiders do not lie,” the mistress of whisperers replied. Handing the king a list.” (Fire and Blood, pg. 93)

Can I just: 😂😂😂😂👏👏👏👏😂😂😂😂

Imagine you being so angry you throw a head at someone while you tell them they are a “jealous witch, and barren” I mean Queen, GO OFF! GO FREAKING OFF!

And Tyanna’s reaction is just to like, no, no y’all I speak the truth and I got some receipts with me!

This seems out of a comedy sketch 😂😂😂😂 so I hate Tyanna and Maegor but at the same time this scene is just *Chef’s kiss*

Sorry again, Anon, for taking so long to answer -3- much love to you!

#maegor targaryen #Rhaena Targaryen #ceryse hightower #elinor costayne #jeyne westerling #alys harroway #tyanna of the tower #the real otp in fire and blood #pre asoiaf #house targaryen #have you ever been so angry you threw a head at someone?#XD #queen go off!#popcorn answers

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durmstrange · 3 years

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Chocolate Milk - George Weasley

YALL. I had this idea while standing in my kitchen drinking chocolate milk and HAD to write it. This takes place after the war and of course Fred does not die because it never really happened lmao. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy

Word count: 973

With a small huff, after working most of the day in the garden with Molly as Fred, your fiancé George, Harry, and Ron helped their father in his workshop sorting through his muggle artifact and gadgets, you fell into a chair in the kitchen. Molly still ran around like she had unlimited energy, fixing a kettle of tea for you, Ginny, and her to share. “Care for anything else to drink, darling?” Molly asked as she poured Ginny a cup.

“Actually, do you happen to have any chocolate milk? I swear it’s all I’ve been drinking lately,” you laughed quietly, and shook your head at yourself.

Molly froze in her spot, her eyes widening. This made your smile fade as you glanced to Ginny, who was equally confused. “Mum, are you alright?” She asked curiously as she stood, putting her hand on her mother’s arm.

You felt instantly guilting, coming to your feet as well and taking the kettle from Molly. “I’m sorry, did I say something?” You asked worriedly, hoping you didn’t upset your future mother-in-law.

She looked at you, her face growing red and a smile forming on her lips. “You’re pregnant,” she said, rather than asking. Your face grew incredibly red and you stepped back, shaking your head. “When I was pregnant with Fred and George, all I could stomach my whole pregnancy was chocolate milk,” she explained further, only making your face pale more and more. Ginny gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth.

“No, absolutely not. There’s no way,” you began incredibly strong but your face softened as you began thinking. You had thought you were bloated, your stomach was upset constantly in the last month, and as you counted back the days in your head, it dawned on you that is was quite literally a possibility. “Oh, oh, oh, bloody hell!” You felt faint suddenly, gripping the back of the kitchen chair as you struggled to catch your breath.

Ginny grabbed your arms, stabilizing you with wide eyes. “What? What are you thinking?”

Molly came to your other side, leading you into a chair and pushing you to sit. “Dear, are you pregnant?” She asked this time, sitting in the chair next to you and holding your hands in her own comfortingly.

“I think I am,” you whispered. “Good god, I’m going to be a mum!” You whispered-yelled to the three of them as you put your head in your hands, leaning against Molly.

“It’s okay, dear, we will confirm before you start panicking. Besides, there’s nothing to panic about. You and George would be fit parents,” she assured in a calm voice and got to her feet, moving about the house. Ginny assumed her seat, holding your hand and rubbing your back comfortingly.

Ginny leaned her head on your own as you rested it on the table. “She’s right, you know. You and George are the perfect parents, and I’m not just saying that because I would be an amazing aunt,” she smiled against your head as you sniffled gently, feeling like you were going to cry. You weren’t necessarily unhappy to be pregnant, but you had always thought you’d plan it out with George, rather than it being a surprised.

After a quick test, it was confirmed that you were indeed expecting. Tears fell down your face as Molly held you, her own tears soaking into your shirt as she cried happily. “I’m going to be a grandmother! For the first time, oh dear! I never thought George was going to be the one to make me a grandmother,” she rambled as Ginny smiled widely, wrapping her arms around the both of you.

“Me either,” you admitted with a nervous laugh and wiped at your eyes, trying to remain calm. You heard the front door open then, with the boys all talking and laughing loudly, making your face fall blank. “Oh, hell, I’ve got to tell George,” you whispered to the girls, Molly trying to dry her face with her apron and Ginny beaming with pride.

You did the same as Molly, wiping at your face as the boys all entered the kitchen with Arthur leading. “Well, Molly, I'd say we made excellent progress today,” he announced without noticing the girls all looking rather disheveled.

Ron, entering in after his father, tilted his head to the side at his crying mother, beaming sister, and shaking soon to be sister-in-law. “What happened to you lot?” He questioned rather blazingly as Harry, Fred and George entered behind him, looking even more confused.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Arthur asked then, immediately rushing to Molly’s side and wrapping an arm around her as she broke, crying once more and throwing her arms around Arthur.

George looked at the tears in your eyes as you wrung your hands out in front of you. “I’m pregnant,” you announced, making the room fall silent, spare Molly’s happy sobs.

George’s face reddened, and his twin looked between you and him incredulously. “You mean to tell me you two have been having premarital sex?!” He asked ridiculously as George practically sprinted around the table, picking you up in his arms and burying his face in your neck. Ginny broke into a cackle as she joined Harry’s side, wrapping her arms around him excitedly.

“Are you being serious?” He asked urgently when he finally set you down, holding your crying face in your hands. “I’m going to be a father?” You nodded through your tears with a small smile on your lips. “Oh, love, this is wonderful,” he said excitedly as he hugged you once more, the widest smile on his lips that you had ever seen in your fifteen years of knowing him. George kissed you with all he had before releasing you to allow the rest of his family time to love on you.

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diary-of-an-onliner · 3 years

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lifelines [g.w.]

hi! first fic, pls be nice!

word count: 2300

warnings: none

After Gryffindor turned the tides at the last second, winning the second most important game of the season after a massive setback in the first hour, the celebrations raged harder than ever. Since Hufflepuff had beaten Slytherin to the ground two days ago, the path towards the Cup was clear. Angelina was sitting on the couch, having passed the point of looking pleased long ago, and now seemed almost frazzled by the result. People came up to her periodically, clapping her shoulder or topping off her drink, directing the buzzing energy of the common room straight into her.

Truly, the atmosphere was phenomenal, the stolen food and drinks from the kitchens juicer and a little more spiked than usual. Or maybe it was the sunlight still streaming through the windows as strongly as ever despite the past gloomy week. Whatever it was that made the day so electrically happy for everyone, it showed no signs of stopping.

This type of unrestrained feeling you always imagined started from the back of your head as s little star-like scribble that cast a net over you and spread the intensity throughout. This week it was stronger than it has been in a while.

You felt electric in the stands as you yelled for your team, an invisible line ripping the words from your throat before you even knew you were saying them. You felt elated as your housemates put their hands around you in delight, screaming themselves sore when they announced the winner. And you were feeling the happiness in your hair now, in every single strand from root to end as it swayed along with the bottle in your hand.

This was happy. This was joyful. This was utterly buttery in your chest and electric in the air.

You idly looked around the red and orange common room, which burned with excitement, deciding how to best spend this time before it runs out on Umbridge's watch and she ruins it.

No. No wasting thoughts on her today. She sucked enough life out of you and your housemates this year, she won't be doing it off the clock too.

Your eyes settled on possibly one of the strongest sources of this warmth - George Weasley, sitting on the arm of the couch next to his brother. The window behind him silhouetted him in gold perfectly, like the sun offered him to you. It accented how attractive he was, even if he burned a little at the top.

You've connected eyes before, talked before, even bantered. One wittier than the other every odd day, you toed the line between acquaintances and friends perfectly. Seeing as he's very popular, catching him in-between conversations was a matter of luck.

You imagined a line going from the center of your chest to his as you approached him. He pensively looked to the side, observing some goings-on on the far end of the room as you interrupted him.

"That was a good game. You got some very nice shots in," you said.

He turned to you with a mild close-mouthed 'hm', a look, and then a grin.

"You sure it was me?" he cocked his eyebrow and look at Fred on the couch next to Angelina, bumping knees with her and accepting congratulations in both of their names.

"You wear different numbers, genius. I know how to count this time."

"And you have my number memorized," he said, his voice glad.

"That would've been a great line if you were a Muggle."

"Pity, I already chose a magical career." he took a sip of his butterbeer and eyed you up, "Maybe I should start using my magical lines on you. Would those work better?" his eyes widened and his tone turned innocent at the end.

"I think I know too much anti-jinxes for that."

He pursed his lips in amusement. "Alright. What would work on you then?"

"Oh, I find responsibility and appropriacy really hot." you shot back, twirling a piece of your happy, charged up hair.

"Contradiction too," he said, "since you're still here."

"I find contradiction a natural state of the human soul, thus if I wasn't contradicting myself, I wouldn't fully be here."

"Hm. Brainy." he chuckled.

"Judgy. If you need me to simplify you can just say so."

"I think I can handle your smart mouth just fine."

"Then why am I winning?"

"I didn't realize this was a competition."

"Rookie mistake." you shook your head dramatically.

"I'm pretty sure it's a rookier mistake to assume you're winning. Who's the judge?"

"My innate inner sense of whether I'm winning or not."

"If it's inside you, then how would one file a complaint concerning an unfair ruling?"

"They wouldn't. It's a noble and just system that decided I'm in the lead. You just need to accept the truth."

"Don't make me come in there," he said, smirking good-naturedly.

"In where?" you shot back.

"In you." his smirk held on for a second before he seemed to realize what he said and his face scrunched up in apologetic laughter.

Your mind slipped into the gutter the way new yorkers fall into sinkholes filled with rats - hilariously fast.

Albeit greatly amused, he started to correct himself, "I didn't mean-"

"No, of course not." you licked your lips, "I understood you the first time " Was karma going to bite you in the ass for that lie? Who knows, but you might even be into that. Everything seems possible when the sun is shining. So he shone.

He grinned with his happy mouth and you once again noted how the light from the window behind him silhouetted him in the golden lining that made him look like a cutout glued onto the scene of this funny collage. His hair was aflame and his face was darker from the shadows but just as loudly burning with laughter.

This was happy.

You drew the word in your mind, line by line. H, a smooth move from the bottom, a decorative loop, then a parallel stroke, and a transversal. A, a circle with a tail, sharp move upward, and an even sharper drop for the backbone of p. P's tummy? Bulge? Nope, your mind shouldn't slip there in the middle of Binns’ class, no matter how boring he was. Another p, as George's knee bumped into yours. He was moved from "Mr. Wester, Phillip." for being disruptive, so he engaged in an under-the-table kind of disruption with his new tablemate.

You smiled. A long diagonal line, and another shorter one that cut into it. Y.

Happy.

You were, truly, right now. It sounded upside down to be happy though, both overall and when stuck in a soul-suckingly draining class, but you were.

George read over your shoulder, then audaciously engaged in over-the-table elbow-bumping-disruption and a cocked eyebrow. You straightened up, feeling a warm line unfold from the back of your head to the core of your brain, through the center of your chest, and straight to your stomach. Your happy line.

I'm happy, you mouthed.

Really? He mouthed back sarcastically yet good-naturedly. I can definitely see why. His eyes darted toward the professor. I say go for it, he's a catch. You might even be his type.

You burst out laughing, then immediately bit your lip. A few students, including Philip, looked at you as you shook with laughter, but professor Binns carried on.

George, on the other hand, shrugged with his shit-eating grin, pretending he has no idea why you were laughing, thus letting everyone know why you were laughing.

You scribbled, I don't know. What if it goes badly. I'd hate to be ghosted.

George raised his eyebrows at the Muggle slang you explained before. His hand slipped next to yours on the table and you felt your happy line thrum in approval. His hand was warm as he gently pressed it to yours, slowly took your quill, and scribbled back: Need someone more physical, huh? And I thought you were the romantic type.

Strong words for someone who never bought me dinner, you replied.

Mhm, as soon as I find a good line get you to agree to it.

Keep writing like that and I'll start thinking you fancy me.

Keep your mind in the gutter and I'll start thinking you don't fancy me back. He accented that line with a wink and an overdramatic lip bite.

You pouted sarcastically at him. Of course not, I only want you for your knobby knees.

He chuckled, reminded of the short line of warmth that connected your knees under the table. He pressed his into yours a little stronger, then pulled away.

That's a funny way of flirting. I'd know, I'm an expert at funny.

Self-proclaimed.

Untrue.

And I'm not flirting. If I was, you'd know it.

Would you? your breath hitched. For reasons you very well knew but refused to sound out to yourself, this short sentence drove the air around you two from joking to serious at breakneck speed.

Know if you were flirting with me? your happy line felt jumbled up in your stomach. He smiled at you.

Would you know if you were flirting with me?

The following week was arduous.

Gryffindors had a record amount of detentions, and Snape tore into them any and every chance he could. Even McGonagall was one edge, meaning lousy or missed homework was a death sentence. You forgot how to read from tiredness, submitting essays patchworked of other people's thoughts without ever having any information pass through your head. Everything was dull, gray, and dragged out.

Despite that, outside the castle the sky was blue and sunlight streamed through the soft clouds and a sweet breeze would blow around aimlessly. It was both comforting and a little mocking. The sky should be as exhausted and as beaten down as you. Good to know stress made you compare yourself to a literal sky. But maybe that's a little cruel. Nevertheless, it sounded like nature itself was turning its nose up at you, saying you're selfish for wanting grey skies, she doesn't care, she's above puny human affairs. The world turns and you have to turn with it or stop, then spend the rest of the time catching up.

You haven't stopped yet, but by all that is holy, you wanted to sleep. As the sun finally descended on a Friday after dinner, you finished your essays in hope that the next week might be kinder if you do everything quickly. The common room was dark, most of the light coming from the fire in the fireplace. It was also oddly empty for nine-thirty in the evening. Apparently, everyone had the same week as you.

Your almost finished essay laid on the table as you dozed, swinging your legs back and forth over the edge of your armchair.

The creak of the portrait opening caught your attention, and George Weasley walked in a second later, rubbing his sore hand and cussing.

Truly everyone had a shitty week.

"Love?" you said teasingly.

He looked up at you with a tired grin.

"It's late."

"Not really. You okay?"

"Nothing I can't handle, love." he sighed, leaning against the wall next to the fireplace.

"Can I see?" you crossed the room to stand in front of him. Again, the firelight licked at the lines of his face, clear and sharp. He had circles under his eyes and a heavily nibbled lip.

"It's nothing." still, George raised his hand. "Love." he added, distantly. He seemed to be staring right above your head. You looked at the middle line of his lips again. You imagined him biting it.

Was it him that bit it? That one hurt. You hoped it was him.

You took his hand in your and rubbed circles into his knuckles. His eye winced.

"I'm sorry."

"S'not your fault."

"What happened?" he closed his eyes.

"Two ickle firsties almost brought the wrath of Umbridge into themselves with some dungbombs. You know how it goes," he said, a corner of his lip tugging upwards. Your chest expanded looking at him being satisfied with himself. As he should be.

"How... responsible of you," you said.

His eyes snapped downwards to yours.

"Keep looking at me like that and I might also start being appropriate too, darling."

You stepped closer, your happy line thrumming against your chest like a quivering violin string.

"What if being responsible is enough?"

"Enough for what?" he breathed out before you pressed yourself against him.

At first, that's was it was - a press of two warm lips. Then he started to move slowly, almost gentlemanly. How appropriate.

As he touched you, you felt the daze of last week lift. The little star scribble on the back of your head lit up, pulsing with brightness rather than fogging your thought. This was clear, you felt his every stroke that made up his face and chest and hands. The scribble of happiness extended itself into a web, overtaking your brain - you could feel it and you wondered if he saw it too when he looked at you. You pulled away and lifted your head to check. Probably not, but his eyes were glassy and he gave you a dopey smile. He was glad you were there. You pressed your lips against his again. You were glad he was there too.

The web continued down your neck, arms and chest, into your legs until your toes buzzed with light coursing through you. You were more awake than you have been in a long time.

Your hands were the brightest of all, and as you touched his hands, connecting them fingertip to fingertip, things made sense. The web buzzed and his breath was warm against yours, hands pulsing with energy as your every lifeline connected into his.

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