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the way the planets align (fred weasley x reader)

A/N; this fic is @fromashescomephoenixes child and i assisted in raising it :) so go check her out rn cos she is wonderful!

summary: y/n grew up alongside her two bestfriends, but life had other plans when y/n moved to france when she was 11. prior to the triwizards tournament, fred and y/n are forced to face the lives they lived, and the radio silence of the past year has an explanation afterall.

word count: a whopping 7.5k

It’s funny, really. How quickly life can pick you up, and how quickly life can throw you back down.

“Faster!” I had screamed as the wind rushed through my hair. I remembered this moment the most. With the wind rushing through my hair and knotting it like nothing else, I felt like I was an eagle all the way up here. My nest? Quite simple really. The boy sitting in front of me.

Reality though, was quite different. I was on one of the Weasley’s seven brooms, and Fred was sat in front of me. I hadn’t met many quidditch players, but I already knew that Fred was a damn good one. We had had a plan, you see. Once we arrived at Hogwarts, we were going to become the youngest quidditch players ever. We had it all planned out..

Fred began his descent to the ground in a swift plunge, and I clutched onto him tightly. If I made it to the ground, I was going to murder the idiot.

“Freddie!” I yelled out, and he only laughed.

“Don’t worry y/n! I’m the best quidditch player of all time,” He yelled back, and I wasn’t quite sure what occurred in that moment, but as soon as Fred slowed down his descent by a fraction, I knew I was in for it.

“Sure you are,” I giggled. “Although I’m slightly better,” The wind caught Fred’s response to this, so I never heard it. Looking back, I wonder what he had said. For once, everything seemed perfect. When we reached the ground, I was torn between kissing the ground and wishing I was still flying with Fred.

“I’ll never get sick of flying like that,” Fred smiled. The summer had made his freckles stand out even more than usual. I grinned back at him as we raced into the burrow.

“Darling y/n!” Molly greeted me cheerfully. “I haven’t seen you in ages! It must have been at least two hours,” she teased in a loving tone, and I could only grin back at her.

“I missed you!” Ginny cheerfully chimed in as she gave me a hug. I waved to her and gave her a hug while Fred and George grabbed a couple of pumpkin pasties out of the cupboard.

“Good afternoon y/n,” Percy greeted me as he peered over the top of his book. He was wearing strange glasses, which he swore he needed but Fred and George said he simply fancied that they made him look more grown up.

“Er, hello!” I cheerfully replied. Percy always seemed so much more grown up than Fred and George and I, that I almost felt awkward talking with him.

“Oh!” I remembered suddenly. “Would it be okay if Fred and George come over to my house for dinner tonight?” I asked Molly. Percy glanced up, but quickly resumed his uninterested reading.

“Please mum!” Fred and George begged one unison. They liked my house because mum always made dessert. Although George always liked to tease me by saying Fred likes dinner anywhere that I was. I didn’t mind that idea, in fact it only made me blush, but I knew George was joking. Molly nodded her approval and we ran out the door, eager to spend the afternoon in the sun.

We began our hike to our absolute favourite picnic tree, where the sun was softly filtering through the leaves of the forest. We were by no means quiet as we joked and laughed our way through the woods.

Finally we reached our picnic tree. I was the first to shimmy up the ladder. We had found the tree about three years ago, and from then on it became our hideout. The tree had such a huge trunk that even with all three of us we couldn’t get our arms around it! The trunk split into three large branches about eight feet off of the ground, and grew on from there.

“We’ll have to find a new hideout at Hogwarts,” I sighed, but spoke loudly enough so they could hear me down the ladder.

“I bet there’s some sort of secret room we could use!” Fred suggested eagerly.

“Or we could just stinkbomb whatever room we want, and then no one else would want to use it!” George suggested as he popped his head over the top of the ladder.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I could even get used to that scent,” I wrinkled my nose in memory of the one we set off last Christmas.

“Ah true,” Fred sighed. “Bet there’s a charm for that issue though!” We giggled and continued to talk about our plans for Hogwarts. We’d all be going next year, although I was still waiting for my letter since my birthday wasn’t until the next week.

Dinner was certainly memorable that night. Fred, George and I walked back with about fifteen minutes to spare. They ran across the lane to get changed in time for dinner. I put on my favourite maroon dress and dashed downstairs just in time to hear the doorbell.

“Hey guys!” Their marching grind beamed towards me and we sat down to a delicious dinner of homemade pizza. I should have noticed something was up, because we only ever had homemade pizza like that when there was big news. At the tender age of 10, this was the worst news I had ever received.

“Are you boys excited for Hogwarts?” My mum had asked Fred and George. Of course, this launched us all into our carefully laid out plan. This extended to everything from what house we would be in, to what desserts we would eat on the first night.

“Well, we have some exciting news,” My dad began. I glanced up, curious if my letter had arrived early or something. Unfortunately I was a bit preoccupied by a bit of cheese that was extra gooey on my pizza.

“You’ll all get to experience two wizarding schools! In a way at least,” Mum announced this and we all instantly wanted to cheer. Secretly I hoped she would say we were all going on a gap year to Durmstrang. There was something so mysterious about it!

“We’ve enrolled y/n at Beauxbatons as we’ll be moving there in August!” Dad positively beamed towards us all. Obviously they expected a rush of excitement about this, but what were we meant to say? I stared at my mother.

“Without Fred and George?” My mom nodded a little sadly to confirm my worst fear.

“But I’m sure you could all write letters or something!” My dad piped up. I felt like crying, but I couldn’t cry in front of Fred and George. Well, I could. They’d be very supportive, but I didn’t want to show them just how upset I was about it.

“Excuse me,” I pushed aside my plate and left. I bounded up the stairs to my room, which was decorated with Holyhead Harpies posters. In a matter of moments my world had come crashing down. Beauxbatons was in France for Merlin’s sake! I would be completely and utterly alone. I sighed quietly, and opened up my window, leaning against the window sill.

It was quiet for a long time, the only sound I could hear being my own shallow breath as I tried to control my tears. A freckle covered arm nudged mine, and when I looked to my right I saw my best friend.

“You know that nothing will change, right?” He asked quietly, and I laughed humorlessly.

“Everything will change, Freddie. I can’t abuse Snape with you guys, or be the youngest chaser on the quidditch team. I want to go to Hogwarts.” I leaned my head on Fred’s shoulder, and he let out a long breath.

“We can write to each other every week. Yeah, we can do that. Everything will be the same, nothing could tear us apart.” It was quiet again.

“You promise?” I whispered, and he entwined his pinkie finger with mine.

“I promise.”

••••

Fred had fucking lied, I thought bitterly. We were sixteen now, and the letter exchanging had fallen through two years ago. I felt resentment rising in my chest, but I knew it was no one’s fault. It’s just the way that things unfold. Now, as I stood outside the Great Hall I had dreamt of entering my entire life, I had to still my hands as they involuntarily shook. I had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to even be afraid of really, and yet I couldn’t stop my heart from clouding my judgement as it always had as a child. Maybe there was just something about Fred that made me lose all inhibitions.

“Now!” Madame Maxine shrieked, and the doors flew open with a resounding bang. There was a split second where we froze, the eyes of Hogwarts on us. It wasn’t until the older girls flew forward did the rest of us, and without even seeing him I just knew where Fred was sitting.

Something about a sixth sense, our parents used to say. I was Fred’s twin instead of George, with how finely tuned our minds were. We were always able to sense when something had happened to the other, or pinpoint the exact location of one another despite being apart.

I willed myself to look away from the flurry of red robes in the centre table. Knowing my luck, I would see a Weasley with questions written all over their face. It was something I couldn’t handle right now. Something that maybe I would never be able to handle. I curtseyed when I was supposed to, eyeing a yellow-robed boy who winked at me, and we continued marching forward.

I knew that the house of courage was the next house to be curtseyed to, and I decided that if I had gone to Hogwarts, I definitely wouldn’t have made it into that house. I stared at the ground as I curtseyed and continued forward. During the dance we performed I was looking at the roof or the ground, anywhere but the sea of students in front of us. We hurried to the side, and I made the fatal mistake of looking into the crowd.

Right into the eyes of a smiling Fred Weasley.

••••

I sat down angrily at the Ravenclaw table. I’m not sure if anger was the right word for what I was feeling. But really how else am I supposed to describe the heartbreak, the sense of loss, and fear I felt. It was all too much. I simply couldn’t stand being in the same room as him. Especially as it was the hall we had so expertly planned our pranks, and conversations, and lives for.

What hurt the most, quite possibly, was knowing that there had never been a relationship to begin with. I wasn’t sure how old I was when I realised Fred was definitely better looking than most, and at some point during our letter exchange I had begun to fall for my friend.

“Y/n?” My friend Marie nudged me. “You looked beautiful out there!” She encouraged me eagerly, seeing that I was incredibly quiet.

“Merci, Marie.” I managed a small smile towards her. “I just feel a bit out of place,” I shrugged.

“Well, I’m sure any number of boys here are eager to make sure we feel right at home,” Marie wiggled her eyebrows towards me as I let out a small laugh. I rolled my eyes before picking up a fork. “What about...” Her eyes scanned the room for a minute.

“That one!” She pointed towards the Gryffindor table. I nearly choked on my piece of potato when I saw that of all the boys in the room, she had picked him...

Fred Weasley’s eyes burned into mine again. I couldn’t stand it a moment longer and I murmured a quick excuse before rising from the table and leaving the hall hurriedly.

••••

When making the choice of leaving the hall, I had forgotten one thing. I didn’t know my right from left in this fucking castle. Everything was dimly lit, and there were endless corridors and nooks that aided in my getting hopelessly lost. I could vaguely recall the halls from Hogwarts: A History, but that had been six, seven years ago.

Eventually, I gave up and collapsed into a secluded corner. All things considered, there could have been a worse spot to allow four years of harsh feelings catch up to me. The starlight dimly illuminated by shaking hands, and bounced off of my silvery blue skirt. It was altogether peaceful, apart from my soft shuddering sobs.

“Hey,” a voice suddenly broke the secrecy of my break down.

“Fred, I don’t want to see you right now.” I groaned. His warm brown eyes and soft freckles were too much. They still made my heart flutter and my head spin. As if I was soaring through the air on my broom again, a little girl having a crush on a little boy.

“What? Why not?” He asked, flabbergasted. I turned the other way, and began to trace the soft patterns of my wand, as I often did when I was nervous.

“We’re not friends anymore. You clearly forgot me.” I accused him. It felt good to finally see him and show him how awful he had been to stop writing.

“You’re the one who stopped writing to me!” He fired back, and I slowly shook my head. He had ignored my letters for over a year and had the nerve to lie to my face about it.

“Go. Away.” I coldly turned, and positively bolted down the hall. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. Letters had begun growing scarce around our third/fourth year, and it was seemingly reasonless. The trail had truly gone cold at the end of our fourth year, and that was when the real heartbreak had set in. What a time to be alive.

••••

“George, did you keep writing to y/n?” Fred was sprawled on one of the many lounges in the Gryffindor common room, while George was lying at his feet.

“No, we never even started writing to each other,” He shrugged. Y/n and George had never been quite as close, and they naturally fell out of touch when she moved.

Fred pulled a crumpled piece of parchment out of his robe pocket, and lovingly smoothed it out.

“She stopped writing to me in fourth year.” Fred whispered. At this George sat bolt upright. The thought of Fred and Y/n not being best friends was a startling one, one that had never come across his mind.

“What do you mean?” George asked, clearly stunned. His twin and y/n had written weekly for as long as he could remember. “Why didn’t you check if it got lost?” Fred shook his head.

“I did George,” He held up the crumpled paper he was holding. His pained expression was almost too much for the twin to bare. “I wrote four fucking times. This one was going to be my last hope,” He crumpled it back up, and shoved it into a pocket dejectedly.

“Oh Fred...” George sighed. “I suppose a prank on Gin is out of the question then?”

“I can’t right now.” Fred ribbed his face in his hand. He felt so lost and confused after his encounter with y/n. How could she have thought he would ever want to stop writing to her? Something must have happened to the letters, but he felt like he must be kidding himself if he thought that 5 different letters could get lost. Errol wasn’t that old, was he?

••••

I dressed quickly in the morning in my pale blue, silky uniform. Although I still sometimes wished that I had gone to Hogwarts, I had to say that the Beauxbatons uniform was much better. As I exited the dormitory I bumped into my friend Maurice who had just exited his dormitory.

“Salut!” Maurice greeted me cheerfully as we fell into step beside each other.

“Quoi de neuf?” I muttered. Though we all mostly spoke English around each other, we also had fun, shorter chats in French. At Beauxbatons they taught most classes in English, except for potions since it was so precise and they couldn’t risk as translational mix up.

“You okay y/n?” Maurice asked, pausing and placing a hand on my shoulder. “Aunty Lisa told me to keep an eye on you,” I sighed. Of course, mother would set my cousin on my tail to make sure I didn’t stress.

“Never better,” I grinned. “I might, er, run to the bathroom before breakfast,” I turned and threw a wave towards Maurice before I left. I hurried down a random corridor and hoped I’d be able to find a hufflepuff or something to show me to the great hall later.

For now, I didn’t pay any attention to where I was going as I slowly walked around. I let my eyes drink up the lovely sights of Hogwarts. It was still sinking in that I was finally seeing it, even if I was seeing it under much different circumstances than I had hoped. I ducked away into a corridor as I heard hurried footsteps coming up behind me. Unfortunately I had misjudged, and they were coming towards me, not passing me.

“Y/n?” I heard a voice that I vaguely recognised, but couldn’t place. “What are you doing here?” After a moment of thought I finally placed the voice to Percy Weasley.

Bloody hell, of the hundreds of student in the castle it seemed I’d only ever meet the Weasleys.

“Hello Percy,” I mustered up as much cheerfulness as I could and I tried to walk past him. He grabbed my arm, and I was forced to stop and converse with him.

“Well!” He smiled broadly, “How have you been?” Clearly he had a much different memory of how close we had been, because he was acting about ten times kinder than I’d expect.

“Really well, thank you.” I turned my lips up, hoping to achieve a smile. “Are you hoping to participate in the tournament?”

“Oh heavens,” He laughed in a very uptight manner. “No, no. I work for the ministry now.” He said with an air of self importance.

“Well, congratulations.” I spoke, with a hint of sarcasm and I made to excuse myself.

“Would you like me to walk you to breakfast?” I cringed as my escape was foiled.

“Er, actually, I was heading to my dorm.” I lied on the spot, cursing the sound of my grumbling tummy.

“Oh! Which tower are you in?” I again cursed my poor lie. Thankfully, I was saved (or further doomed) by Fred coming around the corner.

“Y/n! Can we please talk?” Fred sprinted towards me and grabbed my hand. I saw some sort of emotion flicker cross Percy’s eyes as I shouted good bye and followed Fred. I laughed once we turned a corner.

“Thanks Freddie,” I grinned a moment, forgetting I was meant to be angry with him. One more look at his honey brown eyes sent the negative emotions straight into my heart, however. “I’ll be going now,” I began to leave haughtily.

“No. You won’t.” Fred begged. “Please let me talk to you.” I nearly yielded, but couldn’t stand the idea of my heart broken again with excuses of why my friendship wasn’t worth it.

“I can’t talk to you, Fred. Merlin, it hurts for me to even look at you. It’s heartbreak if I’ve ever known it.” I whispered quietly before racing away. Somehow I ended up in the Great Hall, with snot and tears on my face.

Before entering, I gently cleaned my face with a charm, and reapplied the natural makeup I had on. Determined to brave the hall before risking running into another Weasley, I calmly walked towards the Ravenclaw table.

“Oh Marie,” I groaned. It was I could do to keep my composure and not sprawl my head onto the table. Luckily, as my best friend she was able to see this. She patted my back gently, and placed a fresh chocolate croissant on my plate. “Thank you” I smiled.

“Of course,” She smiled back towards me. “Did you get lost?” She giggled slightly.

“More hopelessly than you could ever know!” To her this would seem like dramatic flair, however I truly felt lost at heart. Unsure how to proceed between Fred’s excuses, Percy’s kindness, and the stress of possibly entering the tournament. I wanted to believe that Fred was telling the truth about the letters, but it didn’t add up.

The last letter I had sent before Fred stopped writing had been a special one. I had been unable to hold in my feelings towards him any longer. At the end of the letter I had explained that I loved him. Not in the sisterly, or friendly way that I had previously led him to believe. But a real love.

Of course he stopped writing. I couldn’t blame him. But I had hoped that he wouldn’t let in stop our friendship. It had hurt. It still hurt, because even though I was young I also knew more than ever that I loved Fred.

“I heard that a ministry official is going to ask you to the ball, y/n.” Marie whispered in that way of hers, and I stared aghast.

“What? Surely that’s illegal.” I whispered back, and Madame Maxine stared at us over the rim of her glasses. I swallowed before picking up my quill.

“Nothing’s illegal for ministry officials, silly. Have you heard of Percy Weasley before?” I froze. Percy fucking Weasley.

“No, I haven’t. He sounds like a proper nonce.” Marie and I broke into peels of laughter, and another look from Madame silenced us.

“Will you say yes?” Marie had long mastered the ability to speak with her mouth closed, and had tried in vain to teach me.

“Absolutely not.” I replied, and the sounds we heard for the rest of the lesson were quill scratching parchment and our headmistresses voice.

It was on my way to another lunch in the gardens that I was ambushed by arguably my favourite Weasley.

“Hey Georgie.” I couldn’t help the old nickname fall from my lips, and he smiled at me.

“I’ve missed you.” He said, and I smiled sadly.

“I’ve missed you too, silly. I assume you didn’t find me for pleasantries though. You were never the most tactful Weasley, were you?” I laughed at the look of sheer outrage on George’s face, and he eventually chuckled.

“Rumour has it that you stopped talking to my brother a year ago.” He said, and I sighed.

“Fred stopped writing to me after I sent him a letter confessing how I felt about him. Take that as you will, but I took it as a clear rejection.” I took a deep breath, now able to say Fred’s name without falling into pieces. George stopped.

“What? Fred said you stopped talking to him, and I don’t like to think of my brother as a liar.” He said hotly, and I stared at him.

“Am I a liar, Georgie?”

It was quiet for a long time.

“No, you’re not.”

“Miss L/n!” I should have known that I couldn’t escape Percy Weasley. He was relentless, and I wondered if he knew what the word no meant.

“Hi, Percy. I’m actually on my way to class, I’m afraid.” I tried to end the conversation before it could begin, but no such luck.

“Perfect! I’ve been meaning to walk you to class for a while! Gentlemens chivalry and all.” He looped an arm under mine and I reluctantly started walking.

“Now that I’ve got you here, I wonder how you managed to rank top three in all of your classes. Naturally, I always ranked top five, but that’s mildly less impressive. I think it goes without saying that I topped most of my NEWT’s, but I’m still intrigued on what your methods are. There’s still plenty of learning and memorising that goes on at the Ministry, you see, and I think that you and I would make a great team. Who knows, maybe you can be my assistant when I’m Minister of Magic one day.” I tuned Percy out as quickly as I could. Really, I couldn’t think of anyone who would actually want to listen to Percy for five minutes, let alone the rest of his life.

I thought wistfully of Fred during the walk to my class, and how much my heart ached at the mention of his name. Maybe I had been harsh on him. Suppose our letters had been lost in the post? It wasn’t unlikely, and it sure would explain why he seemed so confused and upset.

“Well, this is my stop.” I interrupted him as he droned on and on and on and on and-

“It was a pleasure as always.” Percy picked up my hand and I tried not to gag as he kissed it. Was there anything quite as horrible as this was? I didn’t think so. Oh, maybe your best friend cutting contact with you after you confess your love to him. My life was going spectacularly.

“See ya.” I darted inside the classroom, spying Maurice and Marie sitting by the door.

“Hey, y/n.” They chorussed. I noticed with relief that Madame hadn’t arrived yet, and I slid into the seat beside Maurice.

“Salut.” I sat in silence thinking about how weird Percy was, when my breath caught in my throat.

I hadn’t been ranked top three in every class this year, and the last time I had been ranked top three must have been in fourth year. I recalled a quill in my hand as I wrote to Fred excitedly, and the emptiness I had felt upon not receiving a letter. Was it possible?

I think it was about time I had another chat with George.

“Where are you going George?” Fred glanced up, half interested. His gaze was still fixed on the list of products him and his brother were assembling.

“Ah, just for a stroll,” George explained as he subtly picked up Fred’s robe instead of his own. The twin hardly nodded, as he became immersed once more in the list of clever tricks and treats they had assembled. George thanked Merlin for his good luck and slipped out the portrait hole.

Once safely in the corridor, George felt around in the inner pocket to find what he was looking for. Thankfully, it was right where Fred had left it. As always. George pulled out the crumpled parchment, but didn’t dare to open it. It was too personal he had decided. He was simply acting as a messenger, he reminded himself.

Y/n had invited George to meet her in the library after lunch. Thankfully, after being at the castle for nearly two months at this point, she knew her way around. Now, George thought, all that’s left to do is deliver a letter.

“George!” I hissed from a secluded corner of the library. This library was nice, but if I’m being honest I preferred the lighter atmosphere of the library at Beauxbatons.

“Oh! Hello y/n, fancy seeing you here!” George teased and winked towards me. In return I rolled my eyes, but still had to suppress a giggle at his overused joke.

“Look I need to ask-“ I began to feel a little flustered.

“How did I get my dashing good looks?” He ran a hand through his hair and struck a pose.

“No I-“

“Sorry doll, I’m taken. But I have a twin!” George sent finger guns my way, and pretended to swagger away.

“No! George!” As frustrating as it was, I had missed George’s little jokes. “Did you know Percy had a crush on me?” I questioned firmly. George’s jaw dropped open.

“I mean-“ He ribbed his neck sheepishly “We used to suspect it in first and second year. But Fred beat him up about it and we thought that was that!” I buried my face in my hands, cringing at the very thought. Merlin’s soggiest sock couldn’t make this any worse.

“I think I know what happened,” I sighed. I felt defeated, and mean. I couldn’t believe the things I had said to Fred. How I’d brushed him away. Now the task at hand was talking to that Weasel that had ruined everything.

“Well, I don’t know exactly what conclusion you’ve reached,” George gently spoke. “But I think you should read this,” Before he left he pressed the folded, crumpled parchment into her hand.

“George!” Fred sang out as soon as George entered their dorm room. “I have a plan!” He leaped from bed to bed in a happy spirit that often accompanies new hopes.

“I’m going to ask y/n to the ball!” He exclaimed. George sighed, unsure how his brother thought this would instantly fix things. Luckily for Fred, George had pulled a few extra strings for the odds to be completely in his favour.

“Marie!” I sobbed as she came into the dorm. This was probably not how she expected to find me tonight, and the shock on her face was obvious.

I had ripped the covers off of my bed and wrapped them around me like a large cocoon. Then I had promptly laid down and cried for the better part of an hour. At least it was a good test of my makeup setting charm.

The letter is what did it. Oh! The letter! I cradled it ever closer to my heart as I sobbed again. He had written with all the heartbreak I had felt, with all the love I had felt, with all of the friendship I had felt. And it never got to me! Just as my letter never got to him!

“He loves me Marie!” I gasped. “He wrote me five letters.” Marie, like the true friend she was, promptly crawled into the cocoon with me and began to rock me softly.

“Hush, mon caneton,” she whispered. I steadied my breathing and hugged her tightly. Thank goodness that we had both decided to come on this trip. I don’t know what I would have done without her.

“I love him too,” I admitted.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Marie asked with a knowing look on her face, and I slowly nodded. She was right.

“Go attack that little weasel.” I laughed in delight, and Marie gave me a soft shove out of our cocoon of blankets.

“Go!” She repeated, and with another shove I stumbled out of our room. I had no clue where I would find a certain Percy Weasley at this hour, and I didn/t quite know where to begin. Only one person reminded me of Percy, and I figured I may as well head to his room.

“Professor Snape.” I smiled politely as he opened the door after I knocked, and he merely scowled.

“Pray tell me what you are doing outside of my classroom.” He sneered, and I stopped smiling.

“Do you know where I can find-” I was rudely interrupted by none other than the man of the hour.

“Miss L/n! How I’ve longed to see you!” Percy popped out from being Snape, and I found myself being guided away from the dungeons by the very person I wanted to slap.

“I’m sure I have longed to see you more.” I said, and he squeezed my shoulder. I almost threw up, right then and there.

“Why were you looking for me, my dearest?” I was two seconds away from punching the smarmy bastard in the face, and I took a deep breath.

“I just wanted to let you know that if you ever try to come between Fred and I again, the letters you stole will be the least of your worries. I will ruin you, Weasley, and you better not forget it.” I snarled as I shoved his shoulder before walking off, and the stunned silence fueled my satisfaction.

It was time to find my Weasley.

Twenty minutes later and I couldn't find a trace of him. My heart sunk to my stomach. What if my coolness had finally gotten through and he had given up? Was he avoiding me? I slumped into my seat at dinner and leaned my head on Marie's shoulder.

"I can't find him," I sighed. She reached over and patted my back while she swallowed her bite of quiche.

"Well, he couldn't have gone too far!" She attempted to cheer me up. Out of habit, my eyes wandered over to the area where Fred and George usually sat. I raised an eyebrow as I found that their spots were empty. Loud footsteps behind me caught my attention and I snapped my head around the other way.

Thank Merlin, it was George. He was jogging towards me and his robes flapped behind him.

"Y/n!" He greeted me once he was within earshot. I waved and grabbed another piece of pizza.

"You play quidditch at Beauxbatons, right?" Marie perked up beside me and grinned before proceeding to sing my praises.

"She's only the best chaser I've ever seen! You should've seen last sea-" I cut her off, blushing furiously.

"Yes. I play quidditch." I rolled my eyes.

"Great, can you help me with something?" George begged. I nodded and followed him out of the room. The sun was just beginning to set, and the air was quite chilly. I wondered what he could possibly need help with at this time. Especially since quidditch had been cancelled this year!

After we left the hall, and I was extremely puzzled what was happening I began to ask a few quesitons.

"Do you know where Fred is? I can't find him," I asked George who looked completely bewildered.

"Fred? No I have no idea!" His voice reached incredibly strange pitches and I realised quite quickly that he was lying.

"So. What do you need my help with?" I suppressed a grin as I began to see what was happening.

"Er," There was a pause while George thought of what exactly he had summoned me for. Luckily for him, Ron and Ginny were walking by at that exact moment. "Ron was thinking of trying out for keeper!" He explained desperately.

Ginny's eyebrows shot up, and she slugged Ron in the arm.

"Good for you little brother!" Ron's face burned red as they walked away and he began to make excuses.

"Don't we need Ron for this then?" I grinned at George, and he began to mutter something under his breath.

The rest of the walk passed relatively quickly as George and I caught up about everything that had happened since I moved. We easily fell into conversation thanks to Fred keeping us both updated on the other. Finally we arrived at the field.

"Godric! I'm late for something." George looked at his non-existent watch and ran away before I could stop him.

"What the hell?" I muttered as I began walking back to the exit of the quidditch pitch. Unfortunately, in my angry haze I tripped right over a broom that was lying on the grass. Gingerly, I picked it up, and paused. Why not, I thought, as I mounted the stray broom.

"Y/n!" From a distance, I thought George had come back. I sped forward slightly, moving the broom precisely and smoothly to greet him. Of course, by 'greet' I meant cast a harmless hair changing charm. Luckily (for his sake,) I quickly noticed it was Fred. Unluckily (for my sake) I was now incredibly flustered and unsure what to say. I chanced a timid wave, and thanked Merlin when he returned it, equally timidly.

"I'm sorry!" I instantly shouted, speeding down from my perch in the sky. I pulled out of the short dive just a few feet off of the ground.

"No y/n," Fred shook his head "I'm sorry. I should have known you would never stop writing." He stared at his feet, looking ashamed. "Must've been that goddamn bird," He let out a nervous laugh, but continued to stare at the ground. I didn't want to bring Percy into this yet. He didn't deserve a place in what I hoped would become a treasured memory.

"It wasn't your fault," My heart was breaking at the pain on his face. But how do you break this sort of news kindly? "I shouldn't have thought you would stop writing either, I just-" I trailed off, unsure what to say.

"What was in that last letter you sent?" He asked glancing up. I paused, hopping off my broom. Fred followed in his actions, and our eyes finally met.

"Wait, you never even saw it?" I knew that he'd most likely never seen it, but I had always imagined Percy had let him receive it at least. Little did I know the precision that Percy carried out his plans with.

He had begun by snatching a letter here and there. Laying the foundation for doubt of each other's consistency of correspondence. He had saved the letters sent by me, burned the ones sent by Fred, and written his own imaginary replies. I had become an obsession for him. So much so that when he saw me this year, he thought we would instantly pick up where we had left off in his imagined reality.

The day I had sent the letter to Fred. That all important letter. He had taken it and saved it for himself. Looking upon my words of love, and imagining they were from him. The thought of Percy receiving those words instead of Fred brought tears to my eyes.

"No," He admitted.

"I wanted to tell you-" I cut myself off. What if all Fred was searching was the friendship we had previously shared? I bit my tongue and held a silent debate until I finally plucked up my courage.

"I love you," I let the sweet words fly away towards him. I hoped they'd be returned. That their fragile wings would be cradled, rather than crushed. A momentary surprise froze Fred. The stress of the situation made those few seconds feel like hours. Hours of anguish and feeling entirely exposed and unprotected. Finally, Fred sprang in to motion. He rushed towards me, as his lips found mine, my eyes fluttered closed. It was just Fred and I, the aligned planets watching as their plan fell into place. Fred tasted like strawberries and he sucked softly on my lip. I couldn’t help from running my hand through his messy hair, and I felt him grin into the kiss.

"Go to the Yule ball with me my darling?" He asked softly as we broke apart.

"Of course my love," I let my head rest on his strong chest as we let the last flickers of sunset wash over us.

The ball had approached much quicker than expected. Over the past two weeks, a lot had happened. First, I had explained to Fred what Percy had done. I didn't want to create a rift between the brothers, but it was the only way to fully explain and resolve the situation. Fred had looked very solemn, and confronted Percy who denied everything. Unfortunately for him, he carried around my last letter with him which was quite incriminating when we discovered it.

Fred and I had hardly spent a moment away from each other.

I had a periwinkle blue mini dress on, which hugged tightly around me. Over top, I had a sheer silvery blue gown that shimmered like stars as I moved. All of the Beauxbatons girls had picked something of the same color scheme, but this dress felt so me that I didn't mind. After curling my hair into delicate ringlets I helped Marie curl her hair and then we left.

I took a deep breath as we glided down the stairs after Madam Maxine. I could hardly contain my excitement. My heartbeat felt similar to when I was anticipating a particularly good match of quidditch.

Fred was standing there looking spectacular in his dress robes. He had charmed his tie to be a periwinkle blue, and he was holding a small bouquet of lavender flowers. The moment I smelled them, I remembered that moment with him on that broom. I remembered the rush of adventure, the hint of recklessness, but most importantly: the trust. I trusted him so much.

He took my hand, and we silently walked into the ball. It almost felt too perfect. Too cliche, not unique enough for such a special story. Our story that we were writing one page at a time.

After a few songs spent pleasantly dancing, laughing, and whispering lost words to each other I had an idea.

"Freddie?" I whispered as I leaned my head onto his chest.

"Mmm?" He swayed us gently to the sweet music.

"Can we leave?" I asked. "I want to go on a broom with you again," I explained. His face softened and he took my hand as we walked to the quidditch pitch.

Here we were. Up in the air again. I spread my arms, testing if my eagle wings were still there. They were. And as an eagle, I had finally reunited with my nest. I brought my wings back down to take hold of the broomstick. This time I was in control, and I'd had a bit more practice than 10 year old Fred had had. So, I sent us into a steep dive, almost until it felt like a free fall.

After the rush of adrenaline I soared back up until we reached the roof of Gryffindor tower. I couldn't stop myself from imagining how many sleepless nights we could've spent talking here. How many breakfasts, and boring classes I could've spent with him.

As I saw the moonlight softly reflect off of Fred's pale face I realised then and there. He was my soulmate. He was my perfect match. He was the person that I didn't want to spend a single minute without unless I absolutely had to.

I told him so too.

"Freddie," We were holding hands again as we laid on top of a soft blanket he had conjured to lay down on the roof. The incline of it was just barely safe to lay down on without sliding off. I didn't feel scared though, I had Fred to anchor me.

"You look beautiful in the moonlight y/n," He turned his lively eyes towards me. I blushed and smiled slightly.

"I love you so much," I began. He kept his eyes trained into mine. Giving me his full attention. "I don't want to lose you again, okay?" I took a somewhat shaky breath. " I just mean, the past couple weeks have felt like a dream.” I said, and Fred held my hand.

“I know, pretty girl. You won’t lose me again, not if there’s anything I can do about it.” I squeezed his hand back, and we watched the night sky in all its glory.

I was standing in my dorm room, nearly ready to leave when an owl flew into the window. Plonk, I realised it was poor Errol. It appeared he could hardly handle a flight around Hogwarts anymore. I tucked him into a small blanket and gave him an owl treat. He let out an appreciative coo and snuggled into the cozy nest I'd made. I unrolled the parchment, and twirled the sprig of lavender that had been in the ribbon between my fingers.

Dearest y/n,

Today you go back to Beauxbatons. I'm sorry I can't be there in person, but I'm happy to tell you everything is going really well.

The shop looks amazing, although they can't have it ready for us until some time next year. I figure this will work well anyway since we still have a few more products to perfect. (Thanks for helping us with the antidote for the puking pastilles by the way!!)

Also, the apartment will be perfect I think. We would be on one of the very top floors, so you might feel a bit at home given your talent for quidditch. It's close to diagon alley, but actually in muggle London, which I thought you might like. I said we'd take it within the next 8 months, since I'll obviously be leaving school before graduation and you'll be graduating in March.

I hope the carriage ride is fairly nice. I know it won't be perfect since yours truly isn't there (wink wink) but I hope I'll be able to visit soon! I have to go for another surprise I'm working on, but I'll owl soon. I have my eye out for lovesick, letter stealing brothers this time!

Yours forever and a day,

Freddie

#fred weasley x reader

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jerichomere · 3 years

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MBS EPISODE EIGHHHHT

weak. I hate to say it but I could feel it in my heart from the start. It had good moments but this episode just didn’t bring it home. I’m going to break this up into my usual notes and then some general evaluation. Notes: What is the deal with curtain and food? He has so many weird scenes with meals.. there’s probably some hidden meaning here but I don’t know what it is And they didn’t get to chuck-root the school :((((( Constance? Wants to pour acid on curtain’s feet Haha I liked Kate’s little “Nyoope” when the recruiters found her Martina redemption and the fighting tetherball team, sure Jackson and Jillson get even more unhinged. they terrify me We got Kate yeeting Constance up the tower, but her bucket had a built in rope motor somehow WE GOT KATIE-KAT but we didn’t get Sorry it took me so long And Milligan’s still moody instead of joyous Go Constance, break the thing, yay Number Two and Rhonda had some real shippy energy in this episode and PLEASE they are SISTERS Two more close profile shots of curtain in this episode, one where he is physically shorter than Milligan but dominating the interaction, and one where he’s physically looking down at Reynie but Reynie’s getting to him. Reynie has a heart to heart and curtain passes out. That’s different. Sticky even said, “it’s anger” and he was like “no, it’s vulnerability” oooooookay then. The whisperer is not an intercom/loudspeaker. sheesh. So the kiddos leave and the twins talk, resolving nothing, then curtain escapes REYNIE AND MISS PERUMAL NO COMPLAINTS HERE *sobs* Kate and Madge at the end <3 Constance refuses adoption!?!?!?!??! And no age reveal obviously rip Sticky’s family redemption he’s going to the totally not made up Boatwright Academy now Mr Benedict is like, I love you all, no snowball fight, the end. SIKE Curtain, SQ, and a totally real engineer lady are on a BOAT. You know, I felt bad for the engineer this whole series, as she is portrayed as kind of doing the technical work hoping it’ll be used for good, while curtain abuses its practical application, but her mood really shifted in that last scene. She was like heheh hey guy that I know is definitely is evil, howabout this mysterious blueprint... are they really trying to set up the sequel. Some tree branches will have to get pretttty bent.

Evaluation: keep reading! (sorry it gets long)

To recap what I’ve said from the start, I think the casting is fantastic but the tone is wrong. The darker, more saturated filter, the isolating camera shots, and very understated music make things colder and stilted. This is a constant throughout the whole series. The book was warm, messy, and full of charm, which I didn’t feel watching the show.

characters were.. compromised? Mr B starts off with a LIE about test winners going to Boatwright Academy. That undermines EVERYTHING he does from then on. “Regrettable but necessary” DOESN’T cut it. He’s also just so anxious and jittery instead of his gentile, kind, strong book self. Just from the show, they didn’t frame his genius very well. He seems more like a fool. Not really confidence-inspiring. In the same way, Being directed to cheat is one thing, but Reynie should NOT have lied to SQ to manipulate him into seeing the forest or whatever. Yeah reynie felt bad about it and SQ called him on it, but this is like the core values of our protagonist team, the strong love for truth. Also, I feel like in the show Reynie’s leadership isn’t highlighted. Like, everyone else has their thing but you almost wonder why he’s framed as the main character. The girls got bonding and the boys got bonding but there was hardly opportunity for him to really bring the team together into a cohesive unit Also, as much as I love Number Two’s life of crime (because it’s funny), she too should have that love of truth, but instead regularly does unlawful things. AND they never explained her eating, and even stopped having yellow clothes :( Additionally, the side story of her and Rhonda’s friction (entertaining I suppose) also really changed the character dynamic. In the book, the adult team was unwavering and wise, a sturdy basis for the perilous missions of the children. But their internal strife, while adding drama, makes them seem unreliable and less absolutely good and trustworthy. And I think trust and integrity are key parts of the book’s solid narrative. Constance’s refusal of the adoption felt wrong too. She was like, “Respectfully decline, but. I’ll stick around here.” I think they were trying to keep going with her contrariness, but it just comes across as foolish pride? Constance is a LITTLE GIRL. She DESERVES a FAMILY. SHE DESERVES A LOVING PARENT (and two wonderful sisters). Yeah family doesn’t have to be by blood OR lawful paperwork, but her actions in this scene really just. cuts off the feels at the knees. We KNOW she’s strong and independent but that doesn’t mean she HAS TO BE or even necessarily WANTS to be all the time. Over the course of the series we see her warming up to people, a kind word here, a little smile there, but this adoption refusal is.. harsh. Then we’ve got Sticky. Yes, he struggles with the comfort of the whisperer. And he overcomes it. BUT in one of the earlier episodes, they had him fighting with the team, defending the whisperer, dismissing his friends... and I count this as betrayal. It may be extreme on my part, but I think he went too far. The Society is the Society. In the book he bested his fears for them and with their support. Yeah he desperately wanted to just give in but he had PRINCIPLES and knew why he couldn’t. His honor, his responsibility to stop curtain, and his loyalty to his friends got him though. But in the show he just dumped them. And then was like, oh oops jk I’m back. (I knowwwwww the book has the privilege of being able to explain characters’ thought processes and emotional states, while shows have to work with more tangible actions and words but stilll I did not Like That) And finally, curtain wasn’t smart. He had hired people doing all the work. He just used it to his ends. Less evil genius and more manipulating creep. But this? I’m more ok with. As an villain, he got the job done. But this makes him less of a foil for Mr Benedict and more of an antagonist, if that makes sense. In the book they never knew each other, but were both alone in the world and greatly smart, and they chose verrry different paths. Whereas in the show he and B were always kind of opposites, warring in motivation and method from the start.

Let’s talk about the boss battle (such as it was). I said it was weak and I meant it. The book is heart pounding. There is so much going on, and so many people in play, the narration jumping all over the place in real time, all culminating in that clash at the top of the tower. Now, the show... the highs weren’t the highs. It felt more like checking off story points. Kate and constance outside - check. Resist the whisperer to stall for time - check. Milligan reveal - check. Reynie starting to figure out narcolepsy triggers - check. Constance shouting then you are the greatest fool of all - um, no, that didn’t happen. Constance defeating the whisperer - check. Curtain escapes - check. We got zero action. No good fights. I know Emmy Deoliveira is a kid and I’m not mad at her for not being able to do action sequences or run with Constance piggyback. But there was almost no physical conflict on-screen, and that’s Kate’s real time to shine. Also they had Number two and Rhonda in the tower ready to fight and then they just didn’t. All this build up for nothing. Furthermore, and I think this is the biggest problem, there was no momentum. Yeah they cut from scene to scene, but the music and tone cut scene-to-scene too. So there was like, dramatic music, Kate’s ready to fight! Get hyped! and then cut to absolutely silent, mr curtain staring at someone. feel mildly disturbed. and then cut to Rhonda and Number two being friends and ready to fight! Aww! And yay! Get hyped! And then cut back to Sticky sitting in a chair, dead silent. It goes on like this. The music, the urgency, should have carried throughout, building in intensity and desperation as the kids come together and curtain unravels more and more and then BAM! curtain down and OH NO! the whisperer and finally Constance’s “I... DON”T.... CARE!!!” and then the madcap escape from the island. Watching, I just couldn’t get swept away. Storywise, they tied it all up and logically it made sense but the emotional culmination just wasn’t there. It was over and done too quick. It fell flat. I didn’t feel the struggle, the suspense. And then they gave us a fabricated Mr B and Curtain conversation that didn’t really help anything. And then the falling action had some nice moments but as I mentioned, the things with constance and sticky kind of made it feel less relieving, joyful, and sweet. I know a snowball fight is elaborate to set and film but I would have loved to see it.

Final thoughts I can’t help but love the kids. I’ll say it again, I sure liked this casting. And for all the changes they had to make, the original central plot was there, and most of the characters were recognizable even with all the alterations. So I did have problems with some of that underlying integrity, as well as the overall tone and execution, but I also laughed at the little funny things, jammed to the title theme, and was excited to see this, my favorite book in the world, get more recognition. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to adapt a work of prose into an audiovisual medium, and considering how outlandish the book sometimes got, they gave it their best shot. I didn’t love it but I can recognize the accomplishment. In terms of faithful and well-made adaptations, on a scale of Percy Jackson to Harry Potter, I’d give The Mysterious Benedict Society a 6.5/10.

#mbs #The Mysterious Benedict Society

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mismashedsocks · 4 years

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so riordan made a half assed lame excuse on his lazy/racist writing on piper yesterday and on top of that he made another one on samirah and i’m muslim so i am going to talk about it

damn i’m so sorry these people have been pushing you past your comfort zone about your wildly popular racist caricatures of minorities that have great impact on your young, impressionable target audience. while its fine that if he takes a break for his mental health he still needs to deal with these problems you can’t just take a break and hope they go away.

why does he think everyone is bullying him. if they talked in all caps, cussed at you, or didn’t stop bothering you, i’m sorry they’re just trying to get you to realize how racist your books are, which you keep refusing to believe. i can believe that a few of them were doing it for attention, but it couldn’t be the majority. and my god, god forbid people want you to write your books the way you preferred, without racist stereotypes. 🙈

you can set your boundaries but you keep ignoring the people, you don’t listen. like you put yourself out there as a writer you are open to criticism

why does he keep doing this to seem like the good guy. you give excuses and don’t do anything and just say that its up to you, you can think whatever you want 🥰🥰. like its such an obvious excuse not to take any action.

i’m sorry but no matter how many muslims you’ve interacted with you haven’t gotten the full experience and last time i checked teachers aren’t the kids best friends soo uhm. anyways the rest of it is just him telling his experience with muslimah students so its just there.

so uhm you just said your students ‘unwillingly’ become an ambassador to everyone she knew’. and then you went to talk to them about islam to make sure you were TEACHING THEM YOUR SOURCE MATERIAL CORRECTLY. i’m sorry imagine. these are kids not some scholars you go to consult. there are so many muslims all over the internet and youtube sharing their experiences for you to access on how to ‘represent their experience’ correctly. you’re the teacher here. picture this:as a muslilm, i teach at a public school and while teaching about Christianity in class, no i would double check or some dumb shit with the students. like educate yourself i’m sorry. anyways apparently he blames his mistakes on himself then goes on to deny he ever made any mistakes i can’t.

so this is a blatant lie. 99% of muslims i’ve met have never read all of sahih bukhari and sahih muslim. usually only scholars do that when they are studying islam for YEARS. and FIVE different interpretations of the quran on top of that. ok so sahih bukhari is 9 books that are over 300 pages each and sahih musilm is 7 volumes with also about 300+ pages each. and then the english versions of the quran are 600 pages. and he claims he read five of them. i’m so sorry but no he didn’t. he writes books so fast and he released mcga around the time toa was being released almost one book per year so he did not have a lot of spare time. the rest ig i can let slide. also and if he did do all of that why does he make so many mistakes in writing samirah. and even IF you accept his excuses reading ALL of this source material is great for teaching your class or whatever but not for writing a modern day muslim. you don’t need to lie to us rick ❤️

most of this is just describing what she’s like but his writing did also add in the model minority, smart kid trope. like no they don’t have to be a terrorist or a A+ student who is the best at everything. there is a middle ground to their personality.

i actually used to love his rep in sam. that’s how i got into the series. i saw a hijabi girl on his website. i got excited and read all of his books. i loved piper, leo, hazel, percy, annabeth, sadie, carter, nico, everyone. now that i look back i was younger and didn’t see anything wrong with it back then. its great that he tried to portray minorities but he did it so badly and now is just denying the faults that his now older readers are trying to tell him.

hey, uhm didn’t you read all of sahih bukhari and muslim? hmm i didn’t think so. anyways the way he dealt with it honestly wasn’t that bad. but the whole ‘whoops’. like why does he keep portraying himself as the innocent old white man just trying his best.

honestly how he wrote samirah as a hijabi was the dumbest thing i’ve ever read. its is totally fine if she wasn’t hijabi, many muslim girls aren’t, and that is their choice. but he decided to make her like a weird middle ground. it was so lazy and inconsistent. in the first book she says she wears it when she needs to, like in situations like going to the masjid. this was fine, since many muslim girls do that. then in the next books she wears it all the time except when she’s in valhalla for some reason. hijabi girls take of their scarves when they’re at home or with family, but making her claim the entirety of vallhalla as her family. that was just demeaning and stupid to me. it takes away its value. and i fucking hated that last sentence. for hijabis, their hijab is important and not a toy or weapon or a MAGIC ITEM. and then on top of that she would have to take it of to hide. he could’ve made it anything else. her hijab isn’t some token item istg.

i love how he admits that they are a big problem and abusive and usually engage with child marriages. i’m relatively he doesn’t understand what the people even meant by it. the practice is a problem that isn’t supposed to be seen in a nice light. the only possible way it could be slightly ok is that if ADULTS agree they 100% do not want to choose who they want to get married to and let their parents choose, and both sides agree. samirah was a child and he decided to make her wedding life decided since the age of 12. and it was ok because amir was conventionally attractive and she loved him. WHAT IF SHE DIDNT. this literally is a dangerous arranged marriage. and arranged marriages are not ok, and mostly perpetuated by victims of it who will end up passing it down their family lines. my parents got an arranged marriage and I HAVE NEVER SEEN THEM DISPLAY ANY SIGNS OF AFFECTION. arranged marriages are not a trope that your can turn around to be a quirky personality trait for your characters.

i’m sorry that’s not how arranged marriages work. most likely if she said something her grandparents would have shut her done and continued with the marriage, as that is what you usually happens. do not portray the small amount of consented, ‘happy’ arranged marriages as the majority. it is a huge problem that many desi/middle eastern cultures are trying to erase. even on top of that he writes situations where she’s going to be in trouble for acting up and ‘jeopardizing the marriage agreement’ and that her grandparents think she’s ‘lucky that she could get the fadlan family to agree to marry their son to her’. these statements are often used in forced and dangerous marriages, so don’t try and justify your actions. if you wanted to show traditional customs in a positive light, there are so many richer parts of samirah’s culture you could’ve focused on and you chose arranged marriage. 😻 all you’ve done is given parents and authority figures a westernized resource to justify arranged and forced marriages, especially with the minimal explanation on how the marriage isn’t forced in the actual books. and yes, your books do condone child marriage samirah is clearly deemed into this marriage ever since the young age of 12. she lived her life knowing she would marry amir. no one has only one crush throughout their life. imagine how she would’ve grown up. sorry you only consider opinions that align with those in you mind.

i’m going to be honest i did like that one scene it was written nicely and accurately but the explanation he gives just ruins the entire thing. the way he just if this strikes you as islamophobic, or samirah as a hurtful, uhm no explanation i just disagree 😽. the way you wrote her is a hurtful stereotype sorry you can’t see it.

oops, you did. too bad you don’t want to do anything about it.

why do you think people are painting you in a negative light, so many of your characters are written on hurtful and negative stereotypes. people aren’t painting it that way, you need to calm down w your ego and listen. dang i’m sorry your best is giving half-assed excuses and not actually doing anything. i’m even more sorry people are mad that a highly privileged author that has a lot of influence is done talking about his racist depictions of minorities in his books.

dang must be lucky to take a break from the social media, imagine what all the minorities you wrote about have to go with everyday weather they are on social media or not. people aren’t bullying you this is valid criticism you refuse to listen to.

fuck you

obviously these are my opinions do not judge every muslim based on what i’ve said come to me if you have a problem with it

anyways support jewish, muslim, black, brown, asian, hispanic, indigenous, lgbtq+, disabled, and other minority authors and creators.

#anti rr #fuck him at this point #samirah al abbas #she deserved so much better #i probably made so many spelling mistakes smh #long post #mcga #rr crit

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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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[Bill’s modified Cursed Barrier would allow its caster to keep anyone with a Dark Mark from entering a certain space. He demonstrated the wand movement for the assembled students so they could follow along with their own wands -- then everyone split into small groups and practiced it together.

When Bill felt confident about how everyone’s wand movements looked, he addressed them]

Bill: “Well done, everyone! Now all that’s left to give the spell a go.”

[He turned to Carewyn with a smile.]

[Carewyn grinned, striding up to the front of the class. Raising her wand, she slashed at the air in front of her.]

“Relinquo Mortis!”

[A bright flare of white light created a pretty, star-like shield around her like a bubble, before quickly dissipating away.

Carewyn gave Bill a frown.]

“...How do you know if it’s worked? No one here has a Dark Mark, so we can’t test it...”

[Merula whirled on Andre, opening her mouth as if to retort, but Carewyn ended up talking over her, looking both shocked and very disapproving.]

"Andre!”

[Andre was startled by the level of severity in her voice -- Merula was too.

Charlie shot Andre a reproachful look out the side of his eye.]

Charlie: “Not cool, mate. You gonna say the same thing to Barnaby next? His folks knew You-Know-Who too.”

[Startled, Andre glanced over at Barnaby, who looked hurt.]

Andre: “(upset) No! No, I didn’t mean it like that -- ”

[He looked up at Carewyn imploringly.]

Andre: “Carewyn, you know I wouldn’t think that -- I was just ribbing, I swear...”

[Carewyn crossed her arms, her gaze so piercing it could’ve rivaled McGonagall’s.]

“Maybe you were, but it wasn’t funny. Merula and I may not see eye-to-eye much of ever, but she is not her parents. None of us are.”

If Jacob and I were anything like Dad, we’d be pretty rotten people.

Tulip: “(gives a dry laugh) Ha! I’m certainly evidence of that.”

Tonks: “(cheekily) Me too -- I know if I were ever to procreate, I’d never name my kid something dumb like ‘Nymphadora’ -- “

[Some of the tension ebbed from the room -- Penny and Jae were both laughing, and Liz and Charlie were grinning. Even Carewyn herself spared Tonks a smile.

Andre looked down at the ground, abashed.]

Andre: “(mumbling) ...Yes, of course.”

[He glanced at Merula, clearly reluctant to apologize. Fortunately Merula’s focus was elsewhere -- she kept glancing from Carewyn to Charlie, as if she were still stunned that the two had defended her.]

Bill: “(levelly) Why don’t we go ahead and call it a night? I’ll see you all Friday, after your classes.”

[As the assembled students started to head out, Bill added,]

[Carewyn noticed Rowan watching, as if silently asking if Carewyn wanted her to wait for her. Carewyn gave her a small smile and wave.]

“I’ll see you back in the commonroom, okay?”

[Rowan smiled in return and nodded, before heading out with Barnaby and Liz. Carewyn also shared an offhand wave with Charlie before he headed out. Merula caught her eye briefly and Carewyn thought at first she wanted to say something, but Merula seemed to have changed her mind almost instantly and rather quickly shuffled out with Ismelda.

Carewyn turned back to Bill. His expression had lost some of the confidence and composure he’d shown in front of the others, making him seem a bit more vulnerable than before.]

Bill: “...Charlie told me...you talked him out of leaving Hogwarts, while you were practicing the Barrier spell with Penny and Rowan.”

[His voice was a lot softer and very grim. Clearly he’d been upset when he’d learned what Charlie had been thinking of doing too.

Carewyn’s eyes softened sadly.]

“I couldn’t have done anything else.”

If Charlie left now, I know he’d regret it. He’d miss out on finishing school, his family would be so worried -- and...I could never protect him from R, if he were that far away...

[Bill’s face broke out into a very small, warm smile.]

Bill: “For...supporting him...the way I should’ve.”

[He suddenly looked very guilty.]

Bill: “I’ve been throwing myself into my cursebreaking work to take my mind off what happened in the Vault -- with Rakepick...and, in the process...I completely missed how badly Charlie’s been affected too. Probably feeling the same things I’ve felt...”

[Carewyn’s eyes fell to the floor just to the right of Bill’s shoe.]

“...Yeah. Some of the things he said...did remind me of you a bit -- you know, when we were last in here?”

The anger and sadness -- the pain of being betrayed by someone who was supposed to protect us...

[Bill nodded solemnly.]

Bill: “I remember.”

[His voice then grew a little softer again as he gave Carewyn a weak smile.]

Bill: “I’m just so grateful that you were there for him, like you were for me.”

[Carewyn met Bill’s eyes, her face very serious even despite the gentleness of her voice.]

"And I always will be.”

[Carewyn knew how painful it was to feel truly, horribly alone. She’d had no friends growing up, so when her mother was busy with work and Jacob was at school, Carewyn had become very used to doing things on her own, whether it was finishing homework or playing one-sided games of jacks or checkers. It made her latch on that bit more desperately to her mother and brother -- made her hoard their attention and love that bit more every time -- made it so that when Jacob disappeared, her whole world came crashing down around her ears...

All of her friends at Hogwarts -- Rowan, Bill, Chiara, Talbott, Barnaby, all of them -- they’d made her life more than just obsessively chasing after the Vaults and Jacob. They’d given her the chance to care for them and solve their problems, which in turn gave her real confidence and made her happier than she ever could’ve imagined before walking through those castle doors.

Her friends gave her joy, even in the midst of so much danger and fear -- and for that, she knew she couldn’t let anything happen to them. Even if she had to lie to them -- even if she had to keep secrets and say things she didn’t mean -- she had to make sure they survived. If they did...the best part of herself would still exist.]

I promise. I’ll protect Charlie, and you, and Rowan, and Barnaby -- all of you. I promise I’ll take care of you.

Bill: “Thank you, Carey. My brothers...Ginny...they mean the world to me.”

[Carewyn’s heart ached with empathy. She knew exactly how Bill felt.]

If anything happened to Jacob...if anything has happened to Jacob, out there...

[The thought was too painful for Carewyn to bear. She shoved it down fiercely, unable to put the sentiment into words.

Almost as if on cue, Bill and Carewyn were interrupted by the sudden arrival of Percy, who dashed up to them looking very anxious.]

((OOC: DUN DUN DUN! XD Will probably compress the twins’ disappearance somewhat in my next roleplaying post so as to get to that dragon sidequest, but hey, I do love some Bill and Carewyn interaction. I’ll love it even more, though, when Carewyn can actually lean on Bill emotionally too sometimes...oi! Bill really can’t do much better than Carewyn to look after his brothers, though -- once you are Carewyn’s friend, she is your surrogate Mama Bear, no questions asked. XDD

Honestly, Andre’s little jab at Merula did feel really below the belt to me, did anyone else think so? I mean, it’s not OOC for him exactly, given his wit and critical nature, but...ow, dude! Still adore you to all get out, but I know your ex-girlfriend would have something to say about it, however much Merula still frustrates her. :P

The incantation I made up for Bill’s Cursed Barrier comes from the Latin words for “leave” and “death”...so yeah, it pretty literally means, “Leave, Death!” LOL. The Latin word “mors” is also used in the incantation to cast the Dark Mark, Morsmordre.))

#carewyn cromwell #jacob's sibling #hphm #hogwarts mystery #gameplay #roleplaying #bill weasley #charlie weasley #andre egwu #merula snyde #tulip karasu #nymphadora tonks #rowan khanna #barnaby lee #percy weasley #jacob cromwell #jacob

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hannahtuberaw2 · 4 years

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if they came back

On a stormy evening in London England in the wizarding world. Ron and Harry and Hermione sat at their office in the auror department finishing paperwork from their last mission. "Hey, Harry and Mione, do you want to hang out like old times?" Said Ron. Sure, I just got to let Draco know that I will be home late ok" Said Harry. "Ok but let me call Pansy to let her know I am hanging out with you guys" said Hermione. "Ok let me call Blaise to tell him I am bringing you guys over" said Ron. Harry through the floo calls Draco "Hey babe" harry says. "Hey honey what's up?" Draco said. "I am going to be coming home late ok" Harry said. "why harry? "Draco said. "Oh, Ron wants to hang out like old times" said Harry. "oh, ok babe what time will you be home?" Draco said. "probably at eleven" Harry said. "ok babe see you then" Draco said. Ron calls Blaise through the floo. "hey honey" Ron said. "hey babe what's up?" Blaise said. "I invited Hermione and Harry to hang out at our place if that's okay?" Ron said." oh that's okay babe" Blaise said." ok we will be there in a bit ok" Ron said. "ok bye babe "Blaise said." bye babe" Ron said. Hermione calls Pansy through the floo. "hey darling" Hermione said. Hey love what's up?" Pansy said. Nothing much but Ron invited me and Harry to hang out like old times I will be back at eleven tonight if that's alright love?" Hermione said. "Oh, ok it's not a problem love and I will see you then bye honey" Pansy said. "bye sweetie" Hermione said. "ok let's go" Hermione and Ron and Harry said. They all apparte to Ron and Blaise's home. "Honey I am home" Ron said. "in the kitchen love "Blaise said. they all go into the kitchen. "So, what are you going to do?" Blaise said. "oh, we will probably watch a movie like old time is that all right with you love" Ron said. "it is fine by me love will start making the popcorn for you guy's" Blaise said. "ok thanks babe so what movie do you guys want to watch?" Ron said. "Oh, and babe since you re hanging out with your friend I am gonna hang out with Pansy and Draco" Blaise said. Oh, ok bye love " Ron said. Blaise apperates to hang out with Draco and Pansy at Harry's and Draco's place. "so what are we going to watch?" Harry said. "Um how about Twilight to show Ron how muggles think of werewolves and vampires " Mione said [Authors note:Mione is Hermione's nickname that harry and Ron gave her] "ok I wonder how he will react to it" Harry said. "ok I will plug it in I am so thankful we figured a way to watch muggle movies " Mione said. About one and a half hour's later the floo flares and Kingsley calls the golden trio [Authors note: the name of harry,Ron,Hermione group is called] to the floo to talk. "ok lets go see what does he want" Harry said. they all goes to see what he want's to talk about. "What's up Kingsley" Harry said."we'll we need you guys at the ministry know somethings came up that involves you three and can you grab/explain to Blaise, Draco, Pansy, Nevile,Luna, and the Weasley family and flur please but author and Percy is already here " Kingsley said. "ok sure but why" Harry said. "We'll some people has came back to life that are close/related to you guys and i thought that you three would like your girlfriend/boyfriend for support when you find out and to test them to see if the are real or polyjuice but if the are people that drank poly juice they are some sick people but if they are real you will be very very very happy about them" Kingsley said. "ok we will go grab them"Harry said. "bye Kingsley" The golden trio said. "Bye"Kingsley said. " Ok am I the only one that thinks Luna already know about whats is going on but will probably not tell us?"Harry said." I thinks so too"Ron and Mione said. "ok then lets go get them but who's getting Ron's family and Luna and Nevile?"Harry said. "How about we split up and get the Weasley's i will get Ginny and your mom and Ron you can get bill and Flur and Harry you can get George and Charlie" Mione said. " Ok deal" Ron and Harry said. Mione apparte's to the burrow. "oh what a surprise Hermione/Mione whats up?"Molly/Mrs.Weasley and Ginny said."we'll Kingsley asked me Ron and Harry to get you and the rest of the weasley's and Luna and Nevile and flur" Mione said. "why" Ginny said. " we'll he said that some people have came back to life that are close/related to you guys and i thought that you three would like your girlfriend/boyfriend for support when you find out and to test them to see if the are real or polyjuice but if the are people that drank poly juice they are some sick people but if they are real you will be very very very happy about them" Mione said. "ok then just let us get our shoes on" Molly/Mrs.Weasley said. Gets there shoes on. "lets go then grab on then" Mione said. They apparte to the ministry. With Harry at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. "Hey George where are you at" yelled Harry. " I'm coming Harry" George said. "so what's up har bar" George said. We'll Kingsley said that me Ron and Mione need you get you and the rest of the weasley family and Nevile and Luna and Flur so i came to get you and charlie since author and Percy are already there at the ministry"Harry said. "ok but why" George said. "we'll he said that some people have came back to life that are close/related to you guys and i thought that you three would like your girlfriend/boyfriend for support when you find out and to test them to see if the are real or polyjuice but if the are people that drank poly juice they are some sick people but if they are real you will be very very very happy about them"Harry said. "Ok then let's go and get charlie " George said. " Ok then grab a hold then " Harry said. George grabs Harry and then they apparte's to the dragon reserve in Romania. " Hey guys what are you doing here? " said charlie will walking. " We'll we came to get you and take you to the ministry because Kingsley asked us to get you and the rest of the weasleys and Flur and Nevile and Luna " Harry said. "Ok but why?"Charlie said. "we'll he said that some people have came back to life that are close/related to you guys and i thought that you three would like your girlfriend/boyfriend for support when you find out and to test them to see if the are real or polyjuice but if the are people that drank poly juice they are some sick people but if they are real you will be very very very happy about them"Harry said. "ok just let me go tell the director and then we can go" Charlie said. "ok go ahead" Harry said. Charlie goes and tells his director that harry potter and his brother George are her to take him to the ministry because something came up involving them and his family and his director says ok go ahead. "ok he said i can go so lets go" Charlie said."grab a hold then guys" Harry said.George and charlie grabs Harry and then they apparte's to the ministry. Ron apparte's to shell cottage. "Hey Bill and Flur where are you at?" Ron yelled. "In the kitchen Ron"Bill yelled. "hey Ron what is up?"Bill and Flur said. " We'll Kingsley said to get you and our family Bill and to get Flur and Nevile and Luna" Ron said. "why" Bill and Flur said. "we'll he said that some people have came back to life that are close/related to you guys and i thought that you three would like your girlfriend/boyfriend for support when you find out and to test them to see if the are real or polyjuice but if the are people that drank poly juice they are some sick people but if they are real you will be very very very happy about them" Ron said. "Ok do you need to pick anybody else up? Bill said "We'll I need to pick up Nevile and Luna"Ron said. "Ok go get them then we'll apparte to the ministry " Bill said. "Ok then i will apparte to Nevile and Luna's place "Ron said. "ok then we will go to the ministry" Bill said.Bill and Flur apparte to the ministry. Ron apparte's to Luna's and Nevile's place. "hey Nevile and Luna where are you at? Ron yelled."In the kitchen" Nevile yelled. Ron goes to the kitchen. "whats up Ron? Nevile said. Luna Looks on with knowing look. "We'll Kingsley sent me Mione and Harry to get you and Luna and my family and Flur and take you guys to the ministry and why does it feel like Luna already knows what is going on?"Ron said. "We'll that's because i am a seer remember Ron and you have a swarm of crumpled warcle sprouts "said Luna. "Ok thanks Luna" Ron said."ok why does Kingsley want us for?"Nevile said. "we'll he said that some people have came back to life that are close/related to you guys and i thought that you three would like your girlfriend/boyfriend for support when you find out and to test them to see if the are real or polyjuice but if the are people that drank poly juice they are some sick people but if they are real you will be very very very happy about them"Ron said. "Ok then lets go"Nevile and Luna said.They then apparte to the ministry together. At the ministry they all arrive at the same time. "Hello everyone"Kingsley said. "So Kingsley what in Hades name is going on because i see My parents and my godfather and honorary uncle Remus and Tonks and Fred and Dumbledore but they are supposed to be dead "Harry said and they all pull out there wand." How about we give them Veritaserum to test them"Kingsley said "IF you really are James potter aka prongs then shift to prongs"Harry said."mate why did you say?' Ron said. "Because mate my patronus looks like him like Remus said when i casted it remember?" Harry said."Oh right mate"Ron said. James potter transforms into prongs. "Ok then you are real James potter and sirus transform into snuffles/padfoot if you are really sirus black "Harry said.Sirus transform into padfoot/snuffle. "ok then there you go oh and padfoot you are a free man known"Harry said." YAY YEAH"Sirus/padfoot/snuffles said. Lily and James look confused. "Ok then Remus "Harry said. Gives Veritaserum. Harry Asks the questions and Remus is real and gives the anti dote. Then Gives Lily potter the potion and asks the questions Lily pass and is the real Lily Potter gives her the antidote then does the same to Tonks and she is real. Then harry gives it to Dumbledore."What did the prophesy say"Harry said. "The prophesy said "The one power to Vanquish the dark lord approaches born to those of flights to find him when someone dies in the Dark Lord will Mark him as his equal and he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not and either Must Die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives the one power to Vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at 7 month dies" Dumbledore said. " okay then did you know that I was abused at the dursleys?" Harry said." No Harry I did not know about the abusive I thought you were exaggerating the punishments that they gave you" Dumbledore said." Okay then you are real" Harry said. Gives Dumbledore the antidote. Then they give them the potion to Fred and he passes." Okay so do you guys remember anything that happened or do we need to explain what happened after you all you guys died" Harry said." Well we don't know what happened after we died since we died first" James Potter/ prongs said." I remember what the point Bellatrix killed me" Sirius/ padfoot/ Snuffles said." Same for me" Dumbledore said" same here but I would like to know what happened in your hogwarts years" Remus said." I know nothing about your house years and I would like to know how my son is" Tonks said." Okay then how about we get pain stuff and we'll show you our memories mione and Ron you might want to see them I didn't tell you everything what's the dursleys and our adventures" Harry said." Okay mate"Ron said. They get a pensive and Harry puts his memories in it. They all going to the pensive. Harry is 4 years old in this memory and it's his first time cooking and he burns the food and gets burnt by petunia. They all react angrily. And that's memories when he is 6 years old and it's his first beating from Vermin. They all look ready to kill the dursleys Harry says this is just the first of them and by this point Dumbledore lost his Sparkle and let's ready to murder and regrets decision to not listen to Minerva McGonagall. Harry says that he did not know his name until he started school he thought it was freak or boy and they all look extremely furious. Then Harry gets his letter and first year starts they are extremely furious at Dumbledore[Author note: the adventures/years at Hogwarts are the same in the books/movies] and this carries on throughout the movie theaters but and this carries on throughout the movie theaters but instead of extremely furious with Dumbledore they become worried ,mad, sad. And they all go and Harry. And they all finish the seven years plus the extra year. And they all want to go and kill the dursleys. Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Ron and the Weasley family and Hermione and all their girlfriends and boyfriends go to the dursleys and prank them like crazy. And Fred and George realize that three of them maruders are here and that Harry is a son of a Marauder and student of another and the godson of another. And they all worship them. They all live happily even though they are all auror and prank sters and they all adopted kids so that way that they can have a happy childhood. They never got.

#harrypotter drarry

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cabinofimagines · 6 years

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Just a nightmare (Luke Castellan x reader) -Part one.

A/N: Hey there lovelies, I told you I was going to write some angst for the boy and I’m a Dove of word, so enjoy or not… also, “Y/M/P” is your mortal parent, obviously.

Words: 1,409

Warnings: Angst, but I’m not good at making people suffer that much so is just sad??

People lie when they say that love is hard.

Love is simple, it’s chemistry and actions, words and fond eyes; love is the action, so it’s the easy part.

What’s hard and difficult are people. They lie and hurt when they’re scared or don’t feel confident. It’s easy for people to just make others feel bad about themselves and that’s why you should be very careful when choosing your friends, more importantly when you choose to spend your life with someone.

That’s exactly why you chose Luke. Well, you didn’t exactly choose him, that’s not how love works; it was more like you fell in love with him and then proceeded to accept it as a fact. Luke was a nice guy, he was really close to you after all so there was nothing stopping you from liking him.

Sometimes, when everyone’s asleep and your mind is full of thoughts, the only thing that calms you down is to think about the day you and Luke got together, one of your favorite memories…

You were sword training, had been for days now, all because of the nightmares you were having:

“Y/N, you have to be careful” Y/M/P’s voice whispered, you tried to find the source but everything was dark like you were locked in a room. “someone will betray those you love, they’ll try to convince you to join them, you can’t let them win”

The same thing happened for several days, you were unable to have a good night’s sleep because you were now scared of what would you dream next and it got you a little frustrated to think about the part of “someone” betraying you, how exactly? there was no one in camp who could do something like that, especially when Luke had your back all the time. That cute and sneaky boy.

“It’s a little early for training don’t you think?”

You turned around smiling, almost stabbing Luke with your sword “Hey, watch where you point that thing!”

“Sorry!” you smiled apologetically “Yeah, uh, let’s say I’m preparing for any inconvenience”

“What do you mean?” Luke frowned “are you still having those nightmares?”

Luke knew about the nightmares, of course, he was kind of like your best friend, or at least the closest thing to it, you trust the guy with your life so why wouldn’t you tell him about some silly dreams?

“Yes,” you sighed tiredly, dropping your sword and sitting on the ground “I keep thinking that maybe they’re not just dreams, maybe they’re something more” patting the spot next to you, you motioned for him to sit, he did, smiling slightly.

“Do you have any good reasons to think it might be true?”

“Not really, it’s just… I have this feeling, it gets bigger with each passing night and makes me feel sick like I’m about to throw up at any moment”

It didn’t seem important at the time, but now that you think about that distant morning you remember how tense Luke seemed every time you mentioned your nightmares.

“You know what?” He stood up, offering his hand for you to stand “Let me distract you” standing up, you walked closer to him.

“How?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.

“Let’s go for a walk after tonight’s dinner, maybe that’d clear your mind a little, and hopefully, you’ll sleep better as well” His smile was sincere, Luke cared deeply about you, he wanted to make you feel safe.

“Are you asking me out, Luke?”

“Uh, yes?, I don’t know- you can call it whatever you want!” Luke’s cheeks turned red after his rambling, causing you to let out a small giggle.

“Fine, it’s a date then” you leaned and kissed the corner of his lips, a shiver running down your spine when you did “thank you for the support”

“Anytime…”

You were a nervous as hell at Y/G/P’s table that night, biting your nails and not touching your food in the slightest, you were making all your siblings anxious as well.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” one of your sisters exclaim “Can you stop? If it stresses you this much then just canceled the date, is not a big deal.”

“I don’t want to do that!” you replied “is… am I supposed to act differently? I don’t want things to get awkward or anything, I just want to forget my nightmares for a while…”

“Then don’t,” Mike, one of your older brothers said “act like it’s a normal night -which is true so I don’t really know why you’re acting like a lunatic- be chill, and He will be too”

“Alright” you took a deep breath, getting up from your seat “I can’t eat, I’ll go back to the cabin so I can grab a jacket before Luke’s done with his food”

“Okay,” Mike mumbled, his eyes already on his plate again.

Feeling the need to take all the time in the world to get to your cabin you walked slowly, feeling the cold breeze through your hair and the faint smell of sea and strawberries; you entered your cabin and two minutes after, someone knocked on the door.

“Coming!” you grabbed your favorite sweatshirt and quickly walked to the door, when you opened it, a smile appeared on your lips “Luke, I thought you were still having dinner”

“I was waiting for you, actually” He stepped back a little so you could get out of the cabin “then you stood up without saying a word and for a moment it seemed like you were trying to hide from me”

“I’d never hide from you,” you said sincerely, Luke smile a bit wider and reached out to gently grab your hand, something you were totally not expecting “Oh my- uh, should we go now?”

“Sure”

He was acting strange, in a good way though, He made jokes and kept you close to him, flirting shamelessly.

Surprisingly, you were comfortable with the actions, like it was meant to be.

“I have to ask” you suddenly interrupted turning to look at him “Why now?”

“Why now what?” He questioned, confused.

“It’s been years since we met, why are you asking me on a date just now?”

He seemed defeated, something was bugging him and you wanted to know what it was.

“Those nightmares you’re having… makes me think we might have less time than expected”

“What do you mean?”

“All my life I’ve been protecting the people I love, Annie, Thalia… but I couldn’t protect them how I wanted to, especially Thalia” He sighed, holding your other hand in his, “I care about you a lot, if I could make your nightmares disappear I’d do it without thinking about it twice, but it doesn’t matter how much I do, the gods always find a way to make us miserable”

“Don’t talk like that” you tried to cheer him up “not everything is bad, yes we have a shitty fate being half-bloods, some of us are meant to live like that, but we have each other, that should be enough”

“I wish I had your optimism” He chuckled bitterly “it’s okay, Y/N, I’ve learned to live with it”

“Is not about resignation” you insisted “it’s about seeing the good parts of life, even if they’re small”

“Alright, you win” He raised his hands in defeat, laughing “You’re always right, you know”

“Of course” you smirked, you were going to start walking again when Luke spoke once more.

“You’re also right about having each other” Luke stepped closer to you “but you’re wrong about one thing… it’s not ‘just enough’, it’s all I ever wanted, pretty sure that it’s all I’ll ever need”

“Gods, that sounded so corny” you joked, trying to hide how much his words were affecting you

“Shut up Y/N, I’m trying not to faint” the boy laughed.

“I’ll be quiet now, I promise” you whispered, fighting the need to smile like an idiot “you were saying?”

“I was saying” He continued “You are the coolest girl in the world, and I like you, a lot.”

“Is this some kind of joke?, I swear if you-”

“Can you just shut up and say you like me back?” Luke interrupted.

“Which one? I can’t do both” you snickered.

“Shut up” He shook his head, leaning in and kissing you lovingly.

And that was all it took.

You spent the happiest year of your life laughing, training and loving each other deeply, you thought it would last forever.

Until Percy Jackson came to camp.

I EDITED THIS SHIT FOUR TIMES BC IT KEPT ERASING THE LAST PART WTF

hope you like it, it’ll be more parts so be ready.

-Danny :D

#luke x reader #pjo #danny's writing #pjo imagine

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musically-melodic · 4 years

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If I Could Tell Her

Status: Crush

AN: The song is not in the same context as the musical but the lyrics work, although I may have changed some but it was just to sort out points of views, so don't judge. Also OC.

Y/N POV

I have been trying to deny it all week but it is just not working. I am completely and totally jealous. It's just that every time that I see Wally he is always talking to Melody. I mean I know she is my best friend and I know she wouldn't do anything to sabotage my chance with him but...

I don't know, they both have been avoiding me like the plague.

What if Melody told Wally that I like him! What if he really doesn't like me and they are trying to find a way to tell me! What if they think I'm not cool and just don't want to be friends with me anymore! What if...

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone going off. It's a message from......

WALLY!!!!

When did he get my number? I mean I had his number because Melody gave it to me but I have never actually used it.

Wally: Hey Y/N! Could u meet us at the park? Like rn?

I was so shocked. I can barely form a normal sentence around him and now he’s asked me to meet him at the park! Wait... It said us ... Maybe Melody is there with him... WHAT IF THEY’RE TOGETHER!!!

Without thinking I message back

Y/N: I would love to! Where should I meet u ?

I press the power button to turn off the screen and start tapping my fingers against my phone and pace around my bedroom.

Once again my phone chimes and it's another message from Wally.

Wally: At the bandstand if that's alright?

I have to be honest. I'm panicking! I take a few deep breaths and start tapping at the device.

Y/N: That's fine I'll see u soon.

I lob my phone on to my bed and start digging through all of my stuff to get the things I would need.

Doing a last check to see if I have my phone, wallet (you know if it ends up in them saying that they’re together I'm gonna need my heartbreak kit - ice cream, chocolate and sad movies) and keys. I lock the front door and start walking towards the park.

****TIME SKIP****

When I got to the park I saw lots of kids with their parents and carers but there was one pair that really caught my eye. It was a young woman with a little boy. From the distance between me and the two I could hear their conversation.

"Aunty Annabeth can you tell me the story of how you and mummy and daddy became best friends again please!" the little boy said after he had come down the slide and ran to her. She picked the boy up, swung him around once and sat down on a nearby bench with him on her knee.

"So," the woman started, " we all became friends when your daddy and mummy came over and stopped some mean people from school who were being really mean to me. They pushed the bad people away and your daddy told them 'if you ever come near her again you will get a good bashing!'" The boy giggled as the woman raised her fist and deepened her voice, supposedly doing an impression of the boys farther. The woman carried on speaking. "Ever since then mummy and daddy have been very protective over me. And me, mummy and daddy were always going on adventures. When we grew up both me and mummy fell in love with your very own daddy. Unfortunately for me your daddy was only in love with your mummy so then they got married and had a little boy called Nico," with the mention of what I'm supposing is his name the boy smiled and started to giggle as the woman tickled him. Once he had calmed down, she finished "and they lived happily ever after."

The boy looked sad. " Did you not get a happily ever after then aunty Annabeth?" The woman looked to the sky and the boy followed her lead.

After a moment the woman concluded with, " Hopefully I will get my happily ever after, just like your parents. Maybe I will get married to uncle Percy and have a little urchin like you," She said smiling and pushing a finger against his nose. "But they don't just appear. They take hard-work, good friendships and, with a bit of luck, a little bit of true love."

And with that the boy looked down from the sky, and, jumping off the woman's lap, ran over to two approaching adults. The woman had black, pixie cut hair and wore punk type clothes and the man had sandy hair and a scar on his face.

I saw how they all smiled at each other and I realised something· Even if Melody and Wally were going out I should be supportive and I should be a good friend. I decided to head to the bandstand and face the situation head on. As long as Wally is happy I should be. As long as I can keep his eyes in my life I will be satisfied.

When I finally get in view of the bandstand I see two figures standing in the middle. The one with its back to me was obviously Wally with his ginger hair. I could see him rubbing the back of his neck, a habit he had when he was nervous. This must be important then if he's nervous about it. Melody must have seen me from over Wally's shoulder because she suddenly stopped their conversation, shoved Wally towards what looked like a stool, then ran down the steps and towards me.

There must have been a worried look on my face because she started to try and reassure me.

"Don't worry it's nothing bad we just have something to tell you," Melody told me as she grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the bandstand and what looks like a guitar and a keyboard.

Just as we went up the elegant steps, directly in front of me was a four legged stool. Slightly to the left was another stool however seated on this was Wally, his emerald eyes slightly covered by his bright orange hair, where intently focused on the strings of the guitar, which he was plucking and slightly twisting the pegs and changing the note of each string to tune it.

Melody grabbed my shoulders and frog marched me to the empty stool and pushed me into it. She then released her tight grasp and scooted past everything to stand behind the keyboard.

"Right then," she started, placing both hands on her hips and her feet shoulder width apart in what she calls her 'superhero/peter pan' stance. Wally here has something he would like to say to you but is unable to just say it to you. So naturally he came to the greatest person in the world to figure out how to tell you. Of course I came up with the best idea and that is how we all came to be here today. Just remember this is so uncharacteristic of him so give him some slack.

"So sit back, relax, watch out for the Moulin Rouge reference and enjoy Wally's gift , his song to you... "

Wally , having not looked up during Melody's speech, looked to her and she nodded. He looked straight back down and started to strum the beginning notes to the song.

Then Melody started to speak.

"Listen he thinks you are awesome." she looked at me straight in the eye as if this sudden eye contact meant something special. I shook my head in disbelief.

“He does! I'm telling the truth. Just listen.” She took a pause to wait for the music to catch up with her, keeping an eye on Wally for her que. Her fingers started to move gracefully across the keys as she began to sing.

“Well he said

There's nothing like your smile

Sort of subtle and perfect and real

He said

You never knew how wonderful

That smile could make someone feel

And he knew

Whenever you get bored

You scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans

And he noticed

That you still fill out the quizzes

That they put in those teen magazines”

With each line that Melody sang, I could see Wally’s face slowly covering in a bright red blush. Did he really notice all those things that I did? Did he notice me that much?

“But he kept it all inside his head

What he saw he left unsaid

And though he wanted to

He couldn't talk to you

He couldn't find a way

But he would always say…”

At this point Wally finally lifted his head and began to sing.

“If I could tell her

Tell her everything I see

If I could tell her

How she's everything to me

But we're a million worlds apart

And I don't know how I would even start

If I could tell her

If I could tell her”

Holy mother of Zeus! Does this mean he likes me? I can't stop the smile spreading across my face. This is like a dream come true. I decided to play along with their little song.

“Did he say anything else?” I asked timidly.

“About you?” Melody replied with a mischievous smirk, “Of course! I think he could have gone on forever if he wanted to, but right now I'm just going to bring up the best ones.”

“He thought

That you looked really pretty”

Wally looked at Melody with a look of shock and irritation and in turn Melody let out a heavy sigh. Me on the other hand had a blush the shade of a tomato.

“Fine,” she sighed,

“It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair

And he wondered how you learned to dance

Like all the rest of the world isn't there

But he kept it all inside his head

What he saw he left unsaid…”

Once again Wally took over.

“If I could tell her

Tell her everything I see

If I could tell her

How she's everything to me

But we're a million worlds apart

And I don't know how I would even start

If I could tell her

But what do you do when there's this great divide?”

“You just seemed so far away” Melody joined in,

“And what do you do when the distance is too wide?”

“It's like I don't know anything”

“And how do you say”

I looked right into Wally’s eyes, wanting to know what he wanted to say.

“I love you

I love you

I love you”

Each time he said it hit me like a truck. He. He loves me? I have to be dreaming. I can't believe it. Tears started to brim in my eyes. I could feel it.

“But we're a million worlds apart

And I don't know how I would even start

If I could tell her

If I could”

Wally finally finished strumming the last chord, Melody went and took the guitar off him. She had already packed up her keyboard, doing it with great speed. She grabbed the stools and after she gave me a little nudge with a sly smirk walked down the steps of the bandstand and packed all her things into a pull along wagon and walked away.

Once Melody had disappeared from view, I turned back to Wally. I could tell he was nervous from his stance. It was one I had never seen him in because with whatever he did, he always did it with a confident demeanor.

“Did you,” Wally paused to swallow the lump in his throat, “ Did you like the song?”

“Yeah it was really good. I didn't know you played guitar.” I muttered just loud enough for him to hear. We both just stood there, a calm yet uncomfortable silence as a sudden gust of wind blew through.

“OK, here we go. Did you mean,” I paused to catch my breath, “what you said in the song?” I asked, preparing myself to run away if the answer was not the one I'd hoped for.

“Of Course I meant it. Believe it or not Y/N I've had a massive crush on you for quite a while now. And those feelings have just kept growing and growing the more I've gotten to know you. Each new thing you show me about yourself I've either loved or learned to love and I wouldn't change you for the world. At this very moment in time I'm just hoping that you feel the same. And if you don't I'll still always be here for you. Either romantically or not.”

“Wally,” I breathe. The biggest smile you could ever imagine was on my face at this moment. “I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you the moment I met you.” With my last word Wally took the few steps he needed to close the gap between us and tenderly pressed his lips on mine. You know that warm tingle you get from lying in the sun on a summer's day. That's what it felt like. And I never wanted it to stop.

Thanks to my little brother for being my beta reader

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geminio-weasley-imagines-blog · 7 years

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Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine: "The Girl Who Read"

Going to Flourish and Blotts, and meeting Fred there, and him offering to buy you a book. I got this idea from a relateable post I saw on pinterest: it said I wish that a guy, instead of buying me a drink, a guy would come up to me at Barnes and noble and buy me a book" or something like that. So here's my fantasy put into an imagine... It was your fourth year at Hogwarts, and you went to Diagon Alley to pick up all of the school supplies you would need. You were a muggleborn, but both your parents had abandoned you after they found out you we're a witch. They never supported your hopes and dreams anyway, so it was no surprise when they kicked you out of the house for being something that they considered so grotesque and unnatural. You didn't mind though. You had enjoyed being in the wizarding world more than being with those people. You refused to call them your family, because they weren't yours, instead you had an owl named Kate, who was a golden masked owl. She was the prettiest owl ever seen, but that's not the main reason you loved her. You loved her because she had a heart of gold. (Get it? Because she's a golden masked owl? Bad joke, sorry) She loved all other owls, and protected you from humans she didn't trust. She kept you out of trouble, and helped you though a lot. Not to mention she was smarter than any other human you had ever met. You were currently sitting on the second floor of the bookstore. You had chosen a bad day to come, because the store was full of witches who were obsessed with some git name Gilderoy Lockhart. It was so loud and crowded, which was why you chose to stay upstairs. You were sitting on a bean bag, sipping warm pumpkin juice, reading an incredible book about magical creatures, which you were totally obsessed with, when you heard the bell on the door ring, for the millionth time today, and saw a large group of red heads, with one brunette. You knew who they were, they we're the Weasleys. Although you didn't know them too well, since they weren't in Ravenclaw, you had heard plenty about them. Percy, the stuck up prefect, Ron, the wizards chess legend, and Fred and George, the adorable pranksters. As soon as the brunette boy was seen, everybody turned around and made a big fuss, so you immediately knew who it was. It was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. But you were (y/n), the girl who read, or at least was trying. You looked up, to see one of the twins staring at you. You knew it was Fred, you we're one of the few people who could tell them apart. At this point, Kate was sitting next too you, and she gave you a hoot of approval,telling you that you could trust him. "Um, can I help you Fred?" He turned red as soon as you asked, and said, "(y/n), I know you don't know me," you interrupted him and said, "oh I know exactly who you are Fred Weasley." Kate gave a hoot of laughter and you shot her a look telling her to watch it. "Right, well, I saw that you looked really into reading it, so I wanted to buy you that book." You were still curious, so you stood up and asked him, "um, any reason why? Oh wait, let me guess: you want me to owe you a favor, so later I'll help you with your homework or something." He looked you straight in the eyes and said, "no, I just-I just really like you." He said with a smile. "You what?" "I like you (y/n). As like, more than a friend, and I'm sorry if I'm being forward, but I needed to tell you, so..." You gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he stopped talking, and blushed once again. "Yes Fred, you can buy me this book." He looked very hopeful and happy. "So, you like me back?" You giggled, "of course. I think you're cute, and funny." "Really?!" You winked at him, like he always did those cute winks of his. "Fred! Where are you?" Molly called. "Is that your mum?" "Yeah." He looked down and blushed. You lifted up his chin and said, "Don't be embarrassed, she is super sweet. Once I saved Ron's arse by helping him write a report for his midterm, since he would have failed without me, and she sent me a box of her amazing fudge. But I don't know how she found out." He sheepishly said, "Oh, Ron told me, and I told her you saved him." "Awww, that was so sweet of you Freddie!" "FRED WEASLEY! Where are you!" Molly called again. "Well, you should probably get back." "Of course, but I should buy you this book first. " he said as he gently took it from your hands. "Oh, right. You know, it really is quite interesting, you should give it a read. Better than Lockhart's books for sure." You said as you went down the stairs. He went to the register and pulled a few sickles out of his pocket and gave it to the man standing there. The two of you walked up to his family, and Molly let out a sigh of relief, "oh there you are Fred, where have you been? " she turned to you and said, "Oooh! And who is this? " Fred put his arm around your shoulder and said, "Mum, this is (y/n). She's the smart girl who helped Ron with his homework last year." Her eyes lit up, "Oh! so you're the one Freddie's always talking about. My, you're even prettier than he said you were!" He blushed as soon as she that. "Well, now that you're here, I don't suppose you'd like to continue shopping with us, would you?" Fred turned to you and looked at you hopefully. You said, "of course! I'd love to, I'm here all by myself anyway." Fred smiled wide, gave you a hug, and planted a kiss on your temple. He opened up the book, and suddenly became very interested in it. You were reading it with him, until Draco Malfoy walked up to Harry and got up in his face about being too famous or something, (you never really paid any attention to anything he said,) when Ginny went up to him and told him to leave him alone, he said, "oh look Pottah, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" You couldn't stand to see him being such a jerk so you said, rather loudly,"Hey everyone look, Draco's jealous! " he quickly replied, red in the face, "am, am not! " "ooh look, he's blushing! " (ps guys I ship drarry) just then, while everyone was laughing, draco's father walked in, and everyone tried to contain their laughter, but continued giggling. "Draco, what's happened here? " he asked. "Nothing" he quickly replied. His father continued to make extremely rude remarks about Hermione and her parents, and the Weasleys, when he said something that made you loose it. "What's the use of being a disgrace to the wizarding world, if they don't even pay you well for it?" You got up in his face and said, "What's the use of being an asshat if no one gives a shit about it? Huh, Lucius?" "Well, you must be the other smart one. The girl who read. Obsessed with books I see? " "Yea, because at least I know how to read. " He looked at you with a shocked face, almost as much as everyone else's. No one ever stood up to Lucius Malfoy like that, and no one stood up to defend the Weasleys, either. He clearly had no words to say, so you waved him good bye and gave Draco a sarcastic smile, and they both stormed out, with looks of embarrassment on their faces. You turned to the Weasleys and said "let's get going, " as if it was no big deal, and then Fred gently but quickly grabbed your face and planted his soft lips on yours. You put your hands on his neck, and when he pulled away, he looked you in the eyes, his hands still on your face, and said, "thank you so much, (y/n). " you asked, "for what? " and he took his hand off your face and said, "for standing up for us" you still didn't get it. Ginny said, "(y/n), no one's ever stood up to him like that. " you suddenly understood. You looked back at Fred and said, "well Fred, I guess we're even now. " he laughed and said, "trust me (y/n), that won't be the last book I buy for 'the girl who read'." And he gave you a wink, that you absolutely adored.

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #request something #imagine #george weasley imagine #george weasley

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chocoboru · 6 years

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People are supposed to pick one for me but i’m bored so i’m gonna answer ALL of these

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

The more Milk the better

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

If i’m not freezing my ass off in general HELL YEAH

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Bookmarks

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

sweetener in there and i’m good (don’t drink coffee)

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

oh yes which makes my smiles look very awkward

6: do you keep plants?

Yes but they always die :(

7: do you name your plants?

They’re all called Planty

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

i just reblog stuff on tumblr lol

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Yes i also talk to myself 24/7

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Side

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Baistenkleisten

12: what’s your favorite planet?

It used to be Saturn but then i found out it isn’t actually blue (don’t know why i thought i was) and now i’m pissed

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

a video of one of my favorite bands

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

i wouldn’t live with my best friend cause i love being alone

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

too lazy lmao

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

just plain pasta with tomatosauce

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

lilac

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

i once let out a very loud fart in public

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

Yeah but i never ever use it

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

all eye colors are beautiful

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

i only have one and i use it cause i need a bag to carry things so yea

22: are you a morning person?

who even IS a morning person?

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Youtube & Tumblr all day

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Yep my best friend

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

gurl i’ve never broken in anywhere lol

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

Black shoes with smol red roses on the side

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

i don’t like bubblegum

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

ehh nothin lol SORRY ILY but u ain’t cute omg i’m MEAN

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Duh!

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

If i get the chance not to wear socks i will NOT wear socks. They’re just so uncomfortable and i HATE when i have to sleep with socks because it’s so cold URGH

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Never been with my friend til 3am

33: what’s your fave pastry?

do Brezel count? If not then Croissaint

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

It’s a duck and it’s yellow with a red beak and plays a goodnight song. I used to have a purple one but i lost it somewhere and cried so much

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I do! but i resist buying them because i would never ever use them

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

i’m sleepy so idk most bands i listen to are upbeat

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

it’s not like i LIKE it being messy i just really hate cleaning

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

just.. people lol

39: what color do you wear the most?

black duh

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

A moon necklace my mom got for me for my birthday! i wanted a moon necklace for so long and she just gave one to me and it’s made out of real silver like??!!

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

I only just read Percy Jackson please don’t kill me and I LUV IT

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

i don’t drink coffee

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

uhm my mom

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

bitch idk

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

hell NO

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

i love puns but idk i don’t feel like using my brain rn

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

onions!

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

Death. I think it still is

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

Yes! I love supporting artist and hey if i buy a CD I have somethin from it too! Last CD i bought was a Ariana Grande album.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

Disney coloring books and stickers lol

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

My best friend. One Last Time by Ariana Grande

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

I love Evil Patrick

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

Shame on me i’ve only seen Heathers and i did not like it at all

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

my best friend

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

uhh yell? lmao i don’t know

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

When they are kind to animals, when they love Disney or Harry Potter.. when they’re a fan of books

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

ugh gurl i don’t want to i’m tried af

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

GROUP of friends? Sweety no there is only one friend

59: what’s your favorite myth?

i only know conspiracies

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

I love Edgar Allan Poe

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

stupidest gift i’ve given was toilet paper

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

only if somewhere on vacay and i’ll drink orange juice

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

They are oraginized in a specific way and if anyone messes shit up i’ll be ANGRY.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

Grey-ish

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

flower crown sksksksks

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

Happy, gloomy, comfy

68: what’s winter like where you live?

cold but not much snow

69: what are your favorite board games?

wizards chess duh

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

hell no i’m not messing with that shit

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

mint tea

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

i even forget to note things down

73: what are some of your worst habits?

i never clean things up after me

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

Sass master, kinda gross, gets me

75: tell us about your pets!

they all dead

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

taking a shower

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

i never had pink lemonade

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

HATEclub!!!

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

oh man there is a lot but like i said i don’t wanna use my brain rn

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

white and dark purple. I wanted a witchy vibe but failed hard

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

meh

82: are/were you good in school?

yes until the bullying got too bad and fucked me up

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

Lana Del Rey Paradise album

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

a tattoo for my dog and a disney tattoo

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

i used to read manga idk if that counts but not anymore

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

i guess

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Jurassic Park, Lady and the Tramp, Mean Girls

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

i’m bored

89: are you close to your parents?

only to my mom

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

i didn’t travel a lot yet so i don’t have one

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

no where cuz i’m broke

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

there is no such thing as ‘too much cheese’ DROWN THAT BITCH

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

just my hair down i’m not good with beauty stuff i wish i was tho

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

my mom

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

eating

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

i procrastinate until my computer doesn’t give me a choice anymore

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

can’t remembers, Capricorn but i relate more to my rising which is Cancer, and Hogwarts house is either Slytherin or Ravenclaw. I’d rather be a Ravenclaw i think

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

uhhh..

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

ducks

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

future because i past was horrible

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