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bluevelvetgvf · 2 years

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gate & garden: two

jake kiszka x fem!reader (childhood best friends to lovers...)

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A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I know Greta Van Fleet; they are all real people with real lives, this is an entirely fictional work.

It was the beginning of summer. Y/N was soaring above and beyond her piano teachers expectations, jumping two levels above the other students in her age group. She even played with the 8-10 year olds in the spring recital in May.

Dance was going well too, she had classes two nights a week. Jazz on Mondays, tap on Tuesdays, and modern/contemporary on Wednesdays, and she had summer theatre camp Monday through Thursday mornings. Fridays were her favorite days however. Fridays meant it was the weekend, and she had three whole days to do whatever she wanted.

She didn’t see Jake much during the week. He had soccer and gymnastics, and Josh went to theatre camp with her so she didn’t miss him. But weekends were her and Jake’s time to play.

This particular Friday, Karen and Mom both had in-service at school, and Papa K was in-charge of the entire brood, plus her. Josh was content in the back yard, very carefully crafting himself a new fort. Ronnie and Sam were playing tea-party in the living room, and Jake was preoccupied with his new guitar.

Jake’s new guitar, which was really just an old one of his dad’s was his pride and joy. And honestly, that left Y/N feeling a little discouraged. There were only so many days that she and Jake got to be together, and they weren’t going to be very fun if he spent the entire time doting on his guitar.

But she sat patiently, on the rug in the garage, which Jake and his dad sat on the couch, tediously running through the same four chords over and over again. Jake was really good at guitar, he was “a natural” as his dad said. He could pretty much learn by ear.

Needless to say, Y/N felt very left out. She didn’t really want to help Josh with his fort, it was too hot out. And she didn’t feel like playing tea-party, the feathers on Ronnie’s boas made her skin itchy. She was however, a tiny but curious about playing guitar…

Like was said before, she was really good at the piano. How hard could guitar be?

She sat up from her place on the rug, staring intently at Jake and his dad. “Kelly?” She asked, requesting his attention.

Jake’s playing stopped, and he and Kelly turned to her. “What’s up?”

Y/N sighed, shuffling her feet against the carpet. “Can you teach me how to play guitar too?” She asked, sheepishly.

She watched for their reactions. Jake’s eyes lit up the smallest bit, and his lips fought terribly from turning up into a smile. Y/N didn’t know that secretly, Jake wished more than anything to have someone other than his dad to play guitar with him.

Kelly also smiled, nodding his head. “Yeah, of course.” He waved her over. “Here Jake, why don’t we give her a turn?”

Jake nodded, a bit too eagerly, and practically threw the guitar at her.

Y/N sat down between her best friend and his dad. Kelly placed the guitar onto her lap, draping the strap around her shoulders, although it was too big to really help anyway. He placed his hands atop her’s, guiding them to the correct placements, and let her try jamming a few chords.

“That….” She frowned, whipping her head to look at Kelly. “Does not sound good.”

He chuckled, nodding. “It won’t. Not yet, anyway. You didn’t really play real notes.” He leaned forward, moving her fingers to specific strings. “Now try.”

With one strum of her hand, a still slightly off-key chord came through. At least that sounded like some type of music. “Better.” She nodded.

“I think it sounds good.” Jake nudged her from the other side.

“Jakey, lying isn’t nice.” She frowned, kicking at him with her feet.

“‘M not lying!” He defended himself. “It was better than I did my first try!”

Kelly shook his head, breaking up the argument before it progressed any further. “So you’re really serious about this? Playing the guitar?”

Y/N nodded. “I’m good at the piano, I play with kids two years older than me.” She grinned, very proud of herself.

“Okay, that’s what I thought.” Kelly nodded. “Jake’s about a year ahead of you right now, but if you learn guitar like you learn piano, I think you’ll probably be at about the same level in about six months.”

“Six months?” Jake gasped, now feeling the edge of competition brewing inside of him.

“That’s by Christmas, right?” Y/N asked, also feeling competitive.

“Yep, by Christmas.” Kelly nodded, getting a little bit too excited about sparking a competition between two six-year-olds. “Now, to be as good as Jake, or better, before Christmas-“

“She’s not gonna be better than me Dad, I’ve been playing longer-“

“Jake, relax.” Kelly shook his head, silencing his son. “Sorry, to be at the same level as Jake, by Christmas, you’re going to have to practice really hard. Not just here with me, I’ll talk to your mom, get you your own guitar for at home. How does that sound?”

Y/N nodded, eager to start her next new hobby.

Kelly removed the guitar from her lap, and sat it beside the couch. He began to explain to her the different ways to learn guitar, what to practice, and how to maintain the guitar’s condition. She could learn from ear, like Jake, or she could try “tabs”, which Kelly told her might be easier. Although, learning to read music wasn’t a bad idea either.

The rest of the day, she spent, practicing tabs from one of Kelly’s old guitar lesson books, while Jake moved on with his learning, finally getting to play on his dad’s acoustic. (Not just the old one).

The next day, Y/N woke up bright and early, as Mom and Kelly had planned for Kelly to take her and Jake to the music stand at the downtown flea market, in search of her own brand-new/used acoustic guitar.

After two very long hours of trial and error, they settled on a worn Yamaha. It was a little big for her, but at least that meant she could grow into it. And it looked just like Jake’s, except it was a lot lighter colored. Mom had given her $100 for the guitar, but she only spent $60, so she treated the three of them to fresh-made donuts from another stand for breakfast.

She and Jake spent that afternoon practicing their guitars. Although Jake didn’t want Y/N to beat him in their unofficial guitar competition, he would feel bad if he didn’t help her at all. So he made it his mission to have Y/N playing Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star, in full, by the end of the day.

Jake’s plan persevered. The pair even skipped dinner to be able to meet their goals. Y/N only cried twice, and Jake didn’t get frustrated, not even once. And she only got one blister on her finger, which Jake was quick to help her cover with a dinosaur bandage.

Kelly’s jaw almost fell to the floor, when right before bed-time, Jake and Y/N approached the two sets of parents, enjoying a few drinks around a bonfire, and told them that “Y/N learned how to play Twnkle Twinkle and she wants to show you!”

She performed the song for their parents, albeit twice as slow as it’s usually played, and just a tinge flat, but nevertheless she played it. All the parents cheered, and Dad lifted her onto his shoulders to celebrate. “Jake, you taught her that in one day?” Kelly asked, in pure shock.

Jake nodded proudly. “Sure did.”

“I told you, you’d be just as good as him.” Kelly nodded to Y/N, perched on her dad’s shoulders. “At this rate, maybe you’ll be out-playing Jakey by Halloween!”

Jake’s face fell. And Y/N let out a set of giggles. “Guess you’d better get practicing Jakey.” Karen gave her son a teasing look.

After the teasing was done, the kids went back inside, put their guitars away properly, and prepared for bed. Mom was letting Y/N sleep over at the Kiszkas. Her, Jake, Josh, and Ronnie had sleeping bags laid out in the living room, and their parents helped them make smore’s as a pre-bedtime snack.

That night, the four children camped out in the living room, Ronnie next to Y/N, because she wasn’t quite used to not sleeping in her own bed, then Jake and Josh.

In the morning Karen made them all, even Sam, pancakes, and they spent the day catching minnows in the creek, and of course taking breaks for guitar.

Y/N practiced guitar on her own the entire summer. She would practice all day between theatre camp and dance, and every Friday Kelly would teach her new chords.

When she wasn’t with Jake and Josh, she would practice her tabs, and the few tunes she knew, and by the first day of school, Kelly said she had progressed at least six months in just half of the time.

“See what happens when you work hard for what you want?” He raised his eyebrows to Jake, who had also been tediously practicing his guitar skills, so as to not be beaten by his best friend.

First grade began, and just as the year before, Jake and Y/N were placed in the same class. Dance classes continued on in the evenings, and guitar lessons were moved to Sundays only.

Fall co-ed soccer began, and Jake decided to take a stab at the sport, but “only if Y/N played too!”, which was great in hindsight, however, they were placed on opposite teams. Which only made the friendly competition between the pair worse.

After every game, they went out for ice cream. Sometimes there were tears from the losing team member, but after a few words of encouragement, the loss was forgotten, and all attention turned to their sweet treats.

Despite school, soccer, dance, and only-Sundays guitar lessons, Y/N never let up on her practicing. She would teach herself a new set of tabs every week, and play them until it felt like her fingers would fall off. She made Mom listen to her every night to make sure she sounded on-pitch, and so she would be corrected if she faltered.

And every night before bed she played Twinkle Twinkle three times, just to make sure she wouldn’t forget it.

So by the time Halloween came around, Jake was starting to get nervous. Y/N didn’t talk about guitar as much as she did when she first decided she wanted to learn. He knew she had dance and soccer after school most nights, and even with just soccer, he found it hard to find time to practice his guitar playing.

Dad didn’t let him sit in on the guitar lessons anymore. Kelly figured it would be better for them both to get one-on-one time, without the watchful eye of their competitor. So Jake had no clue how badly Christmas could turn out for his ego.

School let out for Christmas break on December 22nd. December 23rd, the Kiszkas and their neighbors had their annual Christmas dinner. Each of the kids got to open their stockings, and the parents would open gifts from each other. There was tons of delicious food, and music, and games. But it was also the night, where Y/N was to perform an entire song for the two families, solidifying her status against Jake.

Y/N felt extremely confident in her guitar skills. She knew all the notes, the parts of the guitar, how to maintain her instrument. She knew all the songs too, Twinkle Twinkle, Mary Had a Little Lamb, Happy Birthday, and Humpty Dumpty.

But her proudest achievement of all, was knowing the entirety of Jingle Bells. She had started practicing after Halloween, and made sure to keep with it every single day, until Christmas. And the time had finally come to showcase her talents.

Mom and Dad and Y/N went to the Kiszkas, dinner was served, and stockings were opened. And now, with everyone settled in the living room, Y/N was ready to perform her song.

She could tell Jake was a little nervous as he sat on the floor beside his mom’s feet. He didn’t really look at her. Josh gave her a very enthusiastic double thumbs-up as she took her place on the stool in front of the Christmas tree.

Kelly flashed her a smile, as she placed her fingers in just the right spots, and began to strum. She wasn’t slow, and she wasn’t off-key; she played the entirety of Jingle Bells exactly perfect.

There was a moment of silence before the entire room erupted with cheers. Mom and Dad was clapping, so were Jake’s parents. Josh was jumping up and down with Ronnie, even little Sam was happy. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she reveled in the praise of her most beloved family members.

The only person who didn’t seem to be happy for her, was Jake. Whose piercing cry cut through the sounds of cheers.

Karen immediately ceased her revelry, reaching down to scoop her youngest twin up into her lap. “Jake, what’s wrong honey?”

Everyone else, save for Sam, who didn’t really understand how to read a room yet, stopped their cheers.

“I don’t want Y/N to be good at the guitar! I’m good at the guitar too!” Jake cried into his mother’s shoulder, trying very hard not to make Y/N upset.

Karen gave Kelly a menacing look, as if to say “this is your fault!” before turning her attention back to Jake. “Jake honey, both of you can be good at guitar. Now that Y/N is good like you, you can play songs together.”

Y/N nodded, although Jake couldn’t see from his position on his mother’s lap. “Jake I practiced so hard because I want to play with you. We’re best friends, silly.”

Jake sniffled, composing himself before shuffling around. His cheeks were beet red from tears. “S’not nice to lie Y/N!” He frowned, not fully believing his friend’s words.

“Jakey!” Y/N scolded, offended that he would think she wasn’t telling the truth. “‘M not a liar! Lying isn’t nice!”

Mom stood up from her seat and crossed the room, putting herself between the two children before the fight could escalate. “Jake, do you know how many times I’ve had to listen to her play her tabs before bed?” Mom asked, removing the guitar from around her daughter’s shoulders.

Jake shook his head, rolling his sweater sleeves over his hands.

“So many times.” Mom replied, placing the guitar against the stool.

“Like one hundred times?” Jake asked quietly, slightly in awe.

“More than that!” Mom teased, picking Y/N up from her seat. “Y/N spent all of her free time, since summer started, practicing her guitar, and you know what she said to me every time I asked her “why”?”

Jake nodded, intrigued with her story now.

“She told me that she wanted to be good at guitar just like you.” With that statement, Jake’s eyes lit up, fighting a smile. “She wanted to be just like you. And when you’re older, you can make music together, just like you want to.”

“Y/N wants to be a rockstar like me?” Jake whispered, turning his head to his mom.

Karen nodded, smiling in amusement.

Y/N wiggled in her mom’s arms, a little agitated that her words were being taken out of context. “No, never said that!” She huffed, climbing out of her mother’s grasp. “I never promised to be a rockstar, I just wanna play guitar with you Jakey!” She stepped very carefully over Sam, who was now preoccupied with some discarded wrapping paper.

“So maybe you wanna be a rockstar someday?” Jake questioned, not yet sure if he wanted to accept his friend’s truce.

“Maybe.” She shrugged, tugging at his sweater sleeve. “Can we go play now? I wanna see the new matchboxes you guys got.”

The answer “maybe” was good enough for Jake’s six-year-old brain. He forgot about why he was upset, and quickly climbed out of his mother’s lap, pulling Josh along with them as they ran up the stairs to their bedroom in search of the new toy cars Santa dropped off for them early.

The twins and Y/N played with their toys until Mom told her it was time to leave. The children all spent the night fighting off sleep with the excitement of the impending arrival of Santa in just one more sleep.

And little did Y/N and Jake both know, they had brand-new guitar arrivals awaiting them, and years of endless musical adventures ahead.

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@jakesgrapejuice @writingcold @sunshineonkennasshoulders

#jake fics #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x reader #greta van fic #jake kiszka #gvf #gate & garden

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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“ one thing’s for sure… everything’s going to change the minute people find out about the baby. ” aviator au

AVIATOR. MOTHERFORKING. AU. i live for this version of them ngl ty christel for sending all of these in. makes me feel loved.

I have also combined this with @illisius request in this universe for “ i know we want this to be a secret, but people are getting suspicious. i can only turn down champagne so many times… ” though i changed the prompt a little lol

hope you both enjoy!

this got suggestive....again....i simply cannot help that Jake is a horndog in every universe....

There was a knock at Ronnie's office door.

"Come in!" she called as she continued to flick through the extensive amount of paperwork that got dropped on her desk that morning.

She looked up as the door opened and Jake stepped inside. He was carrying his duffle in one hand, but he still saluted her with the other. "Commander Bradshaw."

"Lieutenant Seresin." She smirked, barely containing a laugh.

Was she going to hold it over her husband forever that she made Commander before him? Absolutely.

He dropped his hand from his forehead as he walked further into the room. "You ready to go, Commander?"

"Yep! Most definitely," she sighed as she straightened up the stack of papers one last time and got up from behind her desk.

The service khakis did very little to hide her growing belly. In fact, it somehow made it all the more prominent despite how far along she was because of how everything had to be situated. Jake recalled, as he watched her pack up from his spot near the door, when they first found out about the pregnancy that she said:

"One thing's for sure...Everything's going to change the minute people find out about the baby."

And change they did. As soon as Cyclone was informed, Ronnie was grounded and stuck behind a desk - restricted to in-class instruction only. It pissed her off at first, but she knew it was for the best. For her and the baby. But other than their CO, no one else knew. And they liked it that way. Only one thing needed to change at a time.

Like tonight, they were meeting up with Phoenix and Bob at The Hard Deck for some drinks because the pair were back in town. And there was no way they could find out about the baby.

Once they were changed, specifically Ronnie was changed into something that would hide her bump a bit better, they went out to the bar. Phoenix and Bob congratulated her on making Commander, and poked fun at Jake who could really only look at his wife with sheer pride. And Phoenix, it seemed, was determined to get at least a little tipsy as they played pool and caught up with one another. Bob narrowed his eyes quizically however, when he noticed that Ronnie wasn't drinking anything like she usually did. Ronnie smiled at him before claiming she had to go to the bathroom and scurrying away from the pool table.

She found Jake just coming out of the men's room.

"What's up?" he asked as she stopped him in the small hallway that led back to the bathrooms.

“I know we want this to be a secret," she started as she smoothed her hand over her stomach, leaning back against the wall. "But Bob is getting suspicious. I can only turn down tequila shots so many times… ”

He took her hand in his. "D'you wanna tell them?"

"No. I want Brad to be the first to know." She adjusted the straps holding up her dress with a scrunched brow. "Also my tits hurt."

"Sorry, sweets. They look fuckin' fantastic though," Jake joked lightly, though there was definitely some seriousness behind it as his eyes raked over her chest.

"Yeah?" she questioned with a tilt of her head.

He nodded, lip caught between his teeth, as he continued to stare. He looked towards the entrance of the hallway to make sure no one was coming. Then he palmed one breast in his hand, running his thumb over her sensitive nipple. Ronnie sucked in a sharp gasp at the heightened feeling, going up on her tiptoes as Jake crowded her against the wall.

"Wanna get outta here, Commander?" he whispered in her ear as he tweaked her nipple through the fabric of her dress, making her back arch against the wall. "Keep our secret for a little longer?"

"Yes, please, Lieutenant."

#annie answers #writing prompt #pregnancy prompt #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fd: top gun #aviator ronnie au #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine

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officialgleamstar · 10 months

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happy wip wednesday yall :] nicky + swiftlowe fic be upon thee with my really overly specific headcanons about nicky and veronica that i never really talk about (sorry this has taken 50 years rae i promise its being written LOL)

written in plain text under the cut for those with screen readers:

Well, okay, his best friend was still his mom, but it was in less of a sad way now. Nicky’s mom was cool. It was cool to have his mom as a best friend.

Still, it was probably a little unfair to say he had no friends as a kid. He had Veronica, even if she didn’t particularly talk to him outside of school, but she talked to him in class. They played together at recess when Nicholas was brave enough to ask. She was one of those kids that talked to anyone, would sit down next to anyone who seemed a bit lonely or quiet and just chatter at them. Nicholas wasn’t special, but Veronica was special to him.

That was true for Nick, too. Veronica was a consistent friend, one who was there no matter what timeline Nicky’s brain was hovering in. The familiarity was comforting and Nicky latched onto it, a friendship that wasn’t tied up in some other realm. High school was perfect. They ate lunch together with Rebecca, they painted each other’s nails in history class, they sat in the back of GSA meetings with Lark and passed around mean notes about freshmen. Veronica subjected him to horror movies that made his skin crawl. Nicky taught her how to roller blade because she said she thought it’d be cool. They weren’t as attached at the hip as Nicky was with the Forgotten Realms boys, but she was easily one of his closest friends. When she got married right out of high school, Nicky was one of the first people invited to the wedding. When he eloped with Cassandra, he called Veronica and she invited them both out for a celebration dinner without question.

Needless to say, he missed Veronica once he, literally, fell off the face of the Earth. He missed her a painful amount. He was sure she missed him, too.

He didn’t think she would miss him enough to be in his house nearly sixteen years after he had gone missing, though. That seemed a little extreme.

“Ronnie?”

#my writing #dndads

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quincyhorst · 6 months

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Rose Griffon HCs: Laurent Pérec.

A small collection of few ideas I had for Laurent. You might have seen few of them hinted back on these two posts.

...This took longer to post than what I've originally intented, I'm sorry 😭 Either way, hope you like it. ☕🍰

(And reminder, any post-FFI headcanon here is AFTER the 36-0 Ogre match)

Despite his young-looking face and short height, Laurent is actually one of the oldest Rose Griffon members, being soon 15.

When it comes to his profile, it is mentioned he likes to visit outdoor cafes, and spend time observing the sorroundings while sitting on the terrace. It's also interesting to mention one specific profile mentions he's part of the "Café society"; meaning he's a constant visitor of trendy stores, and probably has some contacts within the high social classes. (Probably)

Overall, we could say that his usual visits earnt him quite the reputation, so much so that he's considered often as a symbol of luck to the place he visits, even if he doesn't do anything significative in the time spent there. Most times he'll ask for a simple cafe, a cheesecake or few times some macarons, and that's all. Maybe you'll catch him reading one of his favorite books or looking around and observing the parisian people, but ironically despite the social nature of cafes you'll never see him sitting with someone else.

Laurent is reserved overall even at his (high class) school, so barely anyone knows anything from his life outside of the cafe visits... Or that's what it seems.

Besides belonging to cafe society, Laurent's fame is also attributed to by his own mother, who is an editor at Cerise Magazine, a renowed parisian fashion magazine. Many famous designers, models and other important people on the industry have left their print there; including rising young stars like Ronny Weiss. However while he doesn't have a negative view of the industry nor the magazine itself (He likes to read it in secret), he'd rather not have anything to do within its pages.

This can be unfortunately traced to Laurent's rocky relationship with his mother, as she has a rather strange fascination with his appearance. Not something fucked up; but she considers her son's beauty a blessing and she does not want it to go into "waste". She herself is pretty much the reason of Laurent's almost effeminate look, always choosing his clothes and styling his hair her own way. In her words, "He'll look even prettier this way".

And yes, she tries to encourage him into becoming a model for Cerise at any. Given. Chance.

...Truth be told, Laurent's issue is NOT with the femenine style, he enjoys presenting that way. But when others try to choose his future only based on looks, that's when things get uncomfortable for him. As a whole, he often feels like he's seen as a living porcelain doll rather than a human being.

Well, at least soccer does help him show a less delicate side of his. Too bad it flopped BAD in the Ogre timeline :(

...Family drama aside. A huge exception when it comes to his shyness are the owners of the cafes he visits. His relationship with them tends to vary between shop, but he's mostly in good terms. Though, their reasons of their treatment vary: Some are respectful to Laurent due to his mother's fame, others because of his beauty, others because of his own popularity... And a few just appreciate how gentle and kind of a person he actually is. His favorite coffee on Paris is Carrousel, a beautiful pastel pink store with the most delicious raspberry cheesecake known to man. Add to this a very respectful staff, and Laurent will constantly consider this place as a second home; where he can run away from inner stress and worries and just chill out.

In fact, Carrousel Cafe means so much to him, that in the future he decides to work there as a waiter, to the surprise of everybody. Mainly as a way to actually have a job and gain income for himself, mostly. Deep down he's afraid of not having a place on the world that isn't inside a fashion magazine.

Curiously, this store is located nearby the renowed Paris University 1.78, where the former french keepers Ladji and Émile currently study about in their respective interests. So, they tend to visit their friend every weekend and chill out together. I won't make this too long but Laurent feels very comfortable with them both. Maybe with Ladji a bit more...? No idea.

To end, here's an unusual HC I have for him: Within his hissatsus there's Toumei Feint, which turns the user invisible with the use of computer coding. Such technological hissatsu feels so odd for Laurent... Isn't it? Well, here's how I like to interpret it:

First off, when it comes to the "invisible" part of the move, I like the idea that because of mostly everything I said before about his fame, Laurent constantly wishes he could dissappear from others. So many fame is just too much to handle at times, and there's many occassions where the poor boy just becomes too uncomfortable to even bear it.

Also... Laurent being into coding and programming is a very funny idea for me, but I'm not sure to use it as an actual headcanon for his future. All I know is that he has an (estranged) older brother that works on the field. That's it.

#hc:ina11 #rose griffon #laurent pérec

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kleenexwoman · 8 months

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are you jesus 💀

(gif by @speakless)

Hi! I play @one-coming-is-enough on the Tumblr for fun! :)

I am an overeducated, underemployed hippie in my upper 30s. Have yet to be executed for any of my rants. People usually blink slowly a few times and ask me if I'm watching the game instead. And they usually mean the Lions, around here. (Who are largely Christian by now. No tearing apart infidels at the ol' Silverdome.)

Although I joke fondly that my mother is an unstoppable cyborg who got programmed by Ms. Frizzle, she is not the Incorruptible Virgin. My Conception was not preceded by the Angel Gabriel, but by three fuzzy navels the night before Thanksgiving in 1985. (My father was involved, yes. Like many Jewish fathers, he occasionally likes to liken himself to God or one of his prophets. It's just a thing that happens when you're taught to think of Avram as your cranky great-grandfather who's the reason your Uncle Isaac doesn't talk at meals ever.)

I can't walk on water (dead man's float I do okay). I can't turn water into wine, and I've tried really hard. I can't multiply sandwiches just by thinking about it, but I only try it with pizza or tacos tbh. Sometimes brownies. Can't raise the dead or I would have way more cats than I do now. I would NEVER have a cat die on me. I would be Queen of Immortal Cats, Ruler of Ulthar.

I started playing Jesus because I have tried to understand Christianity from the outside for a long time. I have Christian relatives because my family likes to intermarry, although I wasn't raised in the faith (my Jewish Dad got into the Santa spirit perhaps more than my largely Catholic relatives, who reminded me that Saint Nicholas gave to the poor, confirmed for me that Santa was a really just a kids' story with a deeper meaning, and told me I was smart for having compared the sooty boot prints).

And there's always been these odd conceptual leaps in the Story of Jesus that didn't make sense to me, like someone had taken out some kind of central character or conceit that made the whole thing make sense and replaced it with this circular idea about its relationship to Judaism, which I understood as a very specific history of a very specific people in a very specific set of times and places rather than something that could be applied to the whole world easily. Sure, we had some pretty good values in there by the time I got around to being enrolled in a Reform Temple (partially so I could network with my fellow tiny Jews in the 90s, which I didn't do much of on my own because undiagnosed autism), but that had come over centuries of insight, debate, and social and philosophical change, not all from the Torah itself.

I'm starting to think that Jesus was originally supposed to be the concept of phonic language itself, personified as the Unkillable Son of Saturn the God of Time and Decay. But this is a really weird theory.

And of course I would think that. I'm a writer. A poet, and I don't like to bring that term out casually because it makes me sound fucking insufferable, but I write poetry and I'm good at it when I do. And something that's really important in poetry is the space between words. Speaking them slowly or quickly, with a pause or no pause, this is stuff slam poets are coached on. I picked up a lot from Ronnie Apter in her Modernist Poetry class, even though I never did real slam ("real" slam is ranked, slam style is just the style, I can do slam style but I think competitive poetry is... Not My Thing). But one of the most challenging gulfs between a "page poet" and a "performance poet" is the way they supposedly enjamb their words--a "page poet" is supposed to arrange things so it looks pretty, a slam poet is supposed to arrange things so the spaces represent things about tone and delivery.

I ran out of brain juice. I'm gonna have my coffee now. Thanks for asking! Please do not seek me out for crimes against the state yet.

#personal #good omens rp meta

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captain-lessship · 1 year

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Toffee Pt. 3: Professor

You were walking the platform, having agreed to watch the students, specifically the first years get on the train. You were talking to a familiar face when you saw a ginger-haired and a dark-haired pair of boys, you did a double take.

"Ronald Weasley!" you said, smiling.

"Professor! How're you? You get to teach Fred and George, good luck."

"Aw, those two are my favorites! I am excited to see you around, Ronnie. If you and your..." you looked at the boy that was beside him and a million memories flashed into your mind. Her laugh, his laugh, his hair he combed with a little too much gel, her eyes that glowed hot with hope, her smile, his smile. You smiled, "Your friend ever need anything, do not hesitate to ask!"

Two ginger suck up behind you and screamed making you, turn around and swat at them. "Oh, you two! Always causing issues, aren't ya?"

"C'mon Professor Show Harry the bird!" Fred said.

"Unless you've gotten rusty, that is! You're what 3-" George stop when he saw you pull out your wand and a coin, "George if you know what's best for you, you will not finish that sentence." You threw the coin into the air and smiled as you swished your wand, turning the coin into a bluebird that fluttered up to the light to roost. You looked at Ron and Harry.

"You will learn a lot of magic at Hogwarts. You should have fun but," you thought about all the trouble James got into, "try not to get in trouble, dearies."

And one of the first things they did was get in trouble. Alerted by your students looking out the window, you watched from your tower in bewilderment as Harry seemed to be taunted by a blonde boy. Along with your students that were now crowded beside the windows, you watched as the blonde threw a ball of some sort and he flew and caught it with skill no first-year-first lesson should have taught. You would have a talk with him later but as he landed, Professor McGonagall walked out and took him off. You knew Gryffindor was searching for a new seeker and you grinned as you thought about him on the quidditch pitch.

You silenced your students before returning to face the blackboard, "Alright alright, shows over! Back to your seats, you have an ess- George, put that can opener down."

"You got eyes in the back of your head Professor."

Eventually, your class was over and you were walking to the Great Hall, book in hand. You stopped when you came to a certain window: It was where you and Remus would meet and sneak up to the astronomy tower. You smiled as you thought of your husband but scowled, he should be here teaching instead of doing hard labor that made his hands calloused and cracked.

You would return to him over the holidays as it was your rotation turn to go home. All the teachers had agreed to draw lots years ago that were marked with numbers between one and three and whichever you drew, that was your group. Having drawn a two, you had to stay last year but you would return to your quaint little house for Christmas. It was very early to be thinking about it but you grew excited. You were so caught up in thought until you heard your voice, you jumped and looked to see a short-haired girl in a Gryffindor robe.

"Apologies, Do you need something?"

"I have a few questions about your class and what it includes."

You were confused since the girl had to have been a first year, "Oh I don't think you ne-"

"I know a lot about muggles, being muggle-born, will that make it to where I can't take your class?"

"Oh, no, it won't. "

"Okay! Thank you, Professor. I'm Hermione Granger." She extended her hand and you reached for it. Something about her reminded you of yourself.

"Don't worry about my class, Miss Granger. It's two years away. You need to focus on the ones you have and enjoy your first year."

"I will! I will, Professor Lupin, I will."

You and the girl walked to the Great Hall, talking about her classes and how you'd be willing to tutor her during your free period, which she gladly accepted. You saw her to the Gryffindor table before smiling and waving bye to her as she sat down and you walked to take your seat at your table.

"Oh my god, Professor Lupin is just amazing! She offered to tutor me!" she shook with excitement. Harry looked at Ron.

"Isn't she the one we saw at the platform?"

"Yea. She is a family friend"

"You know her?!" Hermione asked Ron.

"Yeah, She always gives Mum Christmas cards and cookies."

The Twins nosed into the conversation, "Yeah, Ron used to have a crush on her." Fred said, queuing George to speak as well, "You cried for days when Mum broke it to you you couldn't date her"

"I was like four, I didn't know any better!" Ron justified.

You giggled and shook your head as you overheard the conversation, you sipped from your cup before turning to Severus, "So... I heard you fussed at Harry."

He looked up from his food with an irritated expression, "He's just like his father."

"Have you even talked to him?"

"No. You haven't either."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Hating him won't hurt James." you scoffed.

He just stared at his cup, you sighed, it was hard for him especially since you, him, and Albus had agreed not to talk about it with Harry and not seek out conversations about his parents and what you knew about them. You both thought it was a great disservice but agreed. Your job, with all students not just Harry was to keep them safe. But Harry seemed to have trouble following him.

You held your hands tightly together as you watched the Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match. It was the first match of the season and Harry's first-ever match. And it was not looking good for Gryffindor, they had lost their Keeper, Oliver Wood, and two of their chasers. You didn't like preferring one house over the other but you were loyal to Hufflepuff first and Gryffindor second so you were cheering them on and wearing Remus's Gryffindor scar from your school days that he had sent when you wrote to him about it in advance.

Suddenly, Harry's broom seemed to be acting weird, you looked at the people beside you, and questions of how and why were floating about. You pulled out your wand, subconsciously readying yourself to cast a spell to grab him before he hit the ground but you smelled burning from a few rows down, you saw that Snape's cloak had lit ablaze and he was stomping it out. It distracted the people in your stand from the fact Harry was now on his broom chasing the Golden Snitch. You watched as he dipped to fly just above the ground and crashed. You let out a yelp and an Aw. Harry stood up, dirty and looking as if he was going to hurl but instead of his breakfast, it was a golden sphere. Cheers erupted from everyone. Except for the Slytherins.

You were sipping your drink when Qurriel ran in, screaming about a troll, in the dungeon until he reached the end of the house tables and fainted. You stood up and grabbed your wand but Dumbledore erupted with a 'Silence'. He ordered the houses to go back to their common rooms. You hurried to the Hufflepuss tables to count heads with the Prefect and Professor Sprout. You walked with them until you noticed a pair of boys running off to the girl's bathroom. You alerted Sprout and went to get your fellow Professors.

You were packing up your personal items when you heard a knock on your door, "Come in!" you chimed, your voice rich with excitement. You had received a letter from Remus and you missed him terribly. In stepped your favorite not-yet-student, she seemed as if she too would be returning home from the holidays judging by the bag she was were and trunk you could see just outside the door.

"Professor, can I ask you a question?"

She was a very curious girl so she was going to ask whether you said yes or no, "Of course, what is it?"

"Say... Hypothetically, if someone got caught in the restricted section, how much trouble would they be in?"

You were surprised, "Well, Most of the time it is detention for two days but every case is different. Things such as who caught them, their reason for being there, and whether or not they broke curfew often increase or decrease the punishment. A lot of things need to be taken into account." you swished your wand, locking a few cupboards. You looked at her and saw an odd expression on her face.

"What is it, Miss Granger? Were you expecting me to go authoritarian on you and tell you that you will be strung up near the Whoomping Willow?"

"Sort of."

You laughed, "Oh dear, I did all sorts of things and I have a personal rule that I will not greatly punish a student for something I did unless they are doing it to purposefully cause harm to themselves or another student. What do you need from the Restricted section?"

"It isn't for me, well it kind of is but it's for Harry Potter." She said, "I won't have time to read it before time to leave."

You sighed, "That is a problem. I am also leaving for the holidays, you know, got to get home to the family."

"Do you have kids?" she asked, looking at the picture of you and Remus on your desk. It was taken when you were at Hogwarts during your graduation. You and him were hugging and laughing because minutes before

"No, No I don't."

"Is he your husband?"

"Yes, he is."

"Why don't you wear a ring?"

"I have a deep fear of losing it. It was his grandmother's ring and it is a size too big for me." you pulled the necklace from under your robe. You pulled it from your neck and handed it to her.

She gently held it and looked at it before returning it to you, you put it back on and reached for your tote bag. "Well, I must be off. Have a Happy Christmas, Hermione."

"You too, Professor."

You had a gift to deliver to a special someone.

You stomped your feet off on the outside mat before knocking on the door. Your face was hurting from how hard you were smiling, you were happy to be home and happy to see Remus. You heard the door unclick and it opened to reveal your man: Remus John Lupin. You practically tackled him, squeezing as if you let go he'd slip away. You pulled back to grab your suitcase and shut the door.

"Where are the cookies?" you asked, smelling gingerbread in the air. You looked at him and noticed a weak smile instead of his iconic 'missed you' one. That meant one thing. He seemed to be in slight pain as well. You sat your suitcase down and put your hand on his forehead.

'I am fine. They're in the oven." he said, trying to perk up. You shook your head.

"Please go sit down at least."

"But-"

"No buts. I will finish up the cookies and I will make us dinner." You took off your coat and slipped on your house slippers that stayed by the door. He reluctantly hobbled to the couch and sat down, feeling more tired than he thought he was. He felt so guilty for being this way and depriving you of a normal holiday season. Luckily, it was almost over and he'd be all better by Christmas Eve.

He sighed gently as he looked around the living room: It was painted by both of you, you had put up pictures and he'd organized the several bookshelves. You both had disagreed about the furniture layout at the start but you had eventually agreed on two comfy armchairs on either side of the fireplace and a three-person sofa further away, separated by a coffee table. He loved it because it was shared between him and you. Almost twelve years of memories, love, and happiness were in this house.

He stood up and went to the kitchen to see you mixing up the icing and coloring it. He just watched for a minute until you notice him. "Rem, I thought you were going to take a rest?"

he smiled as he walked to the plate of undecorated cookies that were cooling, "I would but fresh out of the oven gingerbread calls me." he said picking one up and blowing on it before he took a bite. You rolled your eyes.

"We could take a small break while they cool. I really need to unpack, wash my clothes, clean up and fix this disaster," you said, pointing to your hair. He fanned his mouth as he went to the fridge and grabbed the milk, "You better n-" he popped off the cap and took a swig. You have him a look that made him and he flashed his smile, making you huff but grin.

You and he walked through the kitchen and the living room, grabbed your suitcase, and went up the stairs to your bedroom. When you got to the bedroom, you sighed happily. It was your favorite place in the house. It was a very personal place and it was a safe place, you and he decorated every room but you took extra care with it. Remus was skilled at woodworking and made the bed frame, chest of drawers, and wardrobe. He was so good at it that he sold pieces that the house didn't need. You walked to the end and flopped down face first on the quilt your mother and you had made. You were so happy to be home.

"So," Remus sat down beside you, "I think you should get changed into pajamas and take that nap with me. Dinner time is a social construct, we could eat at eleven at night."

You lifted your head off the bed, "I would love that but-"

"Nope, we are going to talk about your day, get cozy and take a nice long nap."

You rolled over on your back, looking up at the ceiling. "Fine. Pajamas, here I come."

"I washed a pair fresh. They are up in the wardrobe on the right side."

You smiled, he and you had grown accustomed to both of your quirks. He had to sleep near the door, he couldn't stand the smell or taste of uncooked tomatoes and had to cut his own hair because no one else could do it right. You had to have matching dishes, had to wear your earrings so you could fiddle with them, and couldn't stand cold floors so every room had a rug of sorts.

You opened your wardrobe and pulled your yellow chemise-style sleep dress out and went behind the folding partition to change. Remus, having been home from work for a few hours, had already changed into his sleep clothes and house robe. He simply untied the robe and hung it on the back of the door and slipped off his slippers. He returned to the bed and folded back the covers before getting under them. You were changed at this point and were making your way to the bed, he folded back the covers for you and you slipped under them, exhaustion filling you. You had been up for hours since you were too excited to sleep, the long train ride didn't help and it was always comforting when you laid on your own bed, in your own house with something better than a pillow to snuggle up with. Speaking of that, Remus had looped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

"How have you been? Despite what your letters said, I know it's stressful."

You sighed, "It's very stressful but I love it. I love the students and my fellow staff though some of the students drive me up the wall. I had to save Draco from a pit, Harry nearly died during a quidditch match, Ron falls asleep in the halls, Hermione is going to go grey by the time she's sixteen, and my poor boy Neville is terrified of his own shadow."

He laughed, "Sounds like a fun group. Picked a favorite?"

"I don't pick favorites."

"It's Hermione, isn't it."

"Don't tell a soul but yes. She reminds me of myself at her age."

"Oh dear lord, she must be insufferable."

"Aw, shush! You decided to marry me so I couldn't have been that annoying and she is a very nice kid!" you swatted at him, making him laugh again. A comforting silence fell over the two of you. You missed him so much that just being around him seemed to ease the stress and make you feel as if nothing in the world could ever be going awry. You missed when it was like this and you wished it could stay like this forever.

You were calmly sitting in the infirmary, gently whispering a story to Harry. You got intense flashbacks to you rocking him and re-telling him Rumplesteelskin. You smiled to yourself as you also thought about James and Lily. You brushed some hair out of the boy's eyes to keep him asleep a while longer.

"You should not do this to yourself." you heard a voice say. You raised and straightened up.

"Albus, You know that I have to. He will need those memories to know he was loved. They are precious and I have so much to tell him." You looked at him, "I was lucky enough to have known them and now, I have been trusted with the ones he'll need and I will protect him from the ones he won't."

The old man's eyes grew soft behind the half-crescent moon spectacles. "I understand but it is important that Harry, the best he can, has a normal life."

You laughed sarcastically, "We are wizards and he is strange even for one of us. Normal isn't in the cards."

He grinned, "Let us walk. He needs rest." He turned and you stood and strode to him, turning to make sure the boy was still asleep. You closed the door gently.

"You miss them, dear friend. I know. You feel an obligation to be just as friendly with Harry as you were with them." He said.

"Obligation? No, not really. I see it as a courtesy. I, in a way, feel as if I stole their time together." you said, looking sadly at the ground.

"No. You gave them more with what you did."

"Tell us where you bitch!" one of them called out, blasting you with another painful beam. You cried out in pain. It was the third time and you felt as if you were going to break your bones from how violently you were thriving about like a trapped snake.

"I- No! Nev-" The spell hit you again and you let out another ear-piercing scream.

"I don't like to think of that." you said, feeling a certain word they cut into you and let scar down your back. 'Mudblood.'

You were sitting in your chair, to the left of Severus when Dumbledore stood to announce the winner of the House Cup. You smiled as you looked to the Slytherin table; while you hadn't been a Slytherin, you loved some of the students in the house, and your work best friend and actual friend, Severus was the Head of Slytherin. Of course, you weren't expecting Dumbledore to begin awarding last-minute house points. You couldn't help but laugh, which you covered politely with your cloth napkin when Gryffindor stole it right from under them.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Granger?" You said, walking with the class to the train with Hagrid as he had a habit of trailing after lost pets and not watching students.

"Do you think I could take your class next year? I heard you can make special recommendations."

You laughed a little bit, "Not two hours since your first year ended and you are already thinking about your next one."

"Well, I miss it already."

You smiled, "I know. I call it First-Year Syndrome. Had it myself. "

Harry looked at you, "What were you like as a first year, Professor?"

You sighed, pleasant memories coming back. "I was a very studious girl but I had my fair share of mischievous irks. I also was a sucker for a bribe, which I would not recommend you all be."

You looked at the three children and you seemed to get a premonition about them. You knew you'd see them again, yes but you knew they'd been seen together a lot. Harry is brave, and caring but has a thirst to know who he is and be who he wants, not caring about anything else. He reminded you of Sirius. Ron, although he could be stirred onto a different path, he was always here. He reminded you of Peter. So did his rat, kind of. You watched them get on the train and watched as it pulled out of the station, leaving you and Hagrid.

"You know what?"

"Whot?"

You felt as if James and Lily surrounded you and waved goodbyes well.

"I am getting a slight feeling of deja vu."

"I personally think it's a stupid idea," you said at the staff meeting.

"No one said it was ours nor that we get a say. It's what we, as a school, have been asked to do." Dumbledore said.

"I am with Professor Lupin. Why should we be expected to implore the aid of those creatures? If we need more help, Albus, we should do some more measures to protect them, yes but those things have a mind of their own. We could increase night duties, and protective spells and strictly enforce the curfew and maybe a buddy system!" Professor McGonagall said.

"I know. I really do have my hands tied. I rather not have them here but I fear what would happen if they aren't. We must return to our classes, students will arriving soon. We will talk about this next free period." He said. With a mixed grumble of approval and disapproval, they walked out, leaving you.

"Albus." you said, walking to his desk, "You know-"

"Professor Lupin. I can't do anything more."

You frowned "You know he's innocent! Why have you not said anything!" you said.

"Because of reasons."

You huffed, "An innocent man spent years in a literal hell for your reasons!"

He just looked at you, the look that let you know you weren't going to get anywhere with him.

"Professor Lupin, let's change the subject." he said with a smile, "How do you feel about having another Professor Lupin teaching here?"

You sighed, "We'll talk about Sirius later and I am," you paused, smile growing, "Rather excited."

You were in the Great Hall, watching the Sorting Ceremony. You glanced at your husband, who was fiddling with his shirt. He knew DUmbledore was going to make him stand. You gently touched his thigh, making him look at you. You gave a comforting smile and a thumbs-up under the table. He gave a scribbled smile as the last name was called.

Dumbledore told the students of what you and several other teachers were despising, The Dementor Division. They would be guarding the grounds of the castle but would not interfere with activities or lessons. You clenched your jaw, 'Of course, they won't...until it suits them."

He then introduced your lover, He awkwardly stood up and leaned a little bit. He hated being pointed out to a huge crowd. You clapped as he sat back down. Finally, dinner had begun, your eyes caught that of your favorite set of Twins, they did a kissy face at you and you raised your eyebrow at them. You then saw Hermione who was looking at you, then to her friends. You smiled to yourself as you raised up your cup. Remus leaned to whisper something to you, making you laugh.

"Aww! They're so cute!" Hermione said.

"Do you think he's a good teacher?" Harry asked, ladling out some of the soup.

"I think he will be. Apparently, he was up for Head Boy when he was here." Hermione said.

"He's been here less than an hour and you already know everything about him!" Ron said, eating a chicken leg.

"She told me about him. They really love each other from what she told me."

Fred decided to join the conversation, "The Lupins are very sweet, even on their own so it makes sense that they would be perfect for each other. Though, Remus is a lot more reserved than his lovely wife."

"It's gonna get confusing calling them both Professor Lupin, innit?" George said.

Nevile, who was overhearing this, chimed in agreement "What if you mean on Lupin but you mean the other?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we're going to have to use their first names too. Professor Remus Lupin. She gets plain 'Professor Lupin' privilege because she was first."

You were cutting a piece of cake from the black forest cherry one that had appeared, you handed it to Remus. He thanked you as he raised his fork to it and cut a piece off of his slice and held it up to you, you ate it and smiled.

"We will need to thank the House Elves later. All of it was lovely," you said, watching the student's dishes slowly disappear as they finished.

You and Remus finished your cake and stood up, he held out his arm for you to take. You did so and you two walked out the side door and out to the small foot path that took you around to the courtyard. You softly sighed as you both walked.

"Did you miss this place?" you asked.

"I did. I am happy you talked me into this."

"I told you my ideas are always good."

He rolled his eyes lightly. "Not always. But most of the time."

You laughed and he just looked at you, your sweet smile and lovely laugh. He looked into your eyes as the two of you walked. Enjoying each other. You looked up at the moon, it was Waning.

You and Remus had agreed to walk with a group of students to Hogsmeade. Remus had recovered from a full moon and finally felt like going out places. His chocolate stash was running low and you were going to get ingredients to make toffee.

"Draco!" You yelled, "Leave that boy alone!"

He was bothering Neville. You sighed as you walked to the boy, Remus following you.

"Thanks Professor."

"No problem, Where are your friends?"

The nervous boy rambled on about Honeydukes and how everyone always hung out in there instead of going to other places as he walked back to it.

You watched him go before looking at Remus, "Well, a little someone told me about the Boggart incident."

"Harry-"

"No, Neville. What you did was sweet."

"What did I do?" He said, grinning.

"You know."

"He is a good student and I was merely showing him that."

You looked at Remus, a gentle snow falling around him. "You are so sweet."

"You would've done the same."

You and he talked a little more until you stopped and pointed at the ground, mysterious footprints were appearing in the snow. You were about to run to the footprints when Remus grabbed your shoulder and pointed to two familiar students: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. You stilled as you watched them try to follow the cause of the footprints. You looked at him, "You don't think that he has the," your voice lowered to a whisper, "the cloak?"

"It's the only thing I can think of that would allow him to do that." he said, watching the door attentively.

"Out of all the bloody possible heirlooms." you groaned lightly.

Remus looked at you, "Well, I guess we wait out like how they are. What on earth could he want from in there?"

"Your guess is just as good as mine."

You both waited for about fifteen minutes, talking with each other about all the things you both got up to during your days with the cloak. You stood up when you saw Ron and Hermione stand and follow what Remus guessed were the footprints. You followed the group until Remus tapped your shoulder and pointed to the path you guys used to take to sneak to Hogsmeade. You both ran up the path and by the time you got to the edge of the treeline on the other side, harry had taken off the cloak and was talking to Ron and Hermione.

"He was their friend!" the boy yelled out. You looked at Remus and saw on his face that he knew exactly who the boy was talking about. Sirius.

You were brushing your hair as Remus paced the room. His thoughts were radiating out and you could almost feel anger, confusion, and a drip of helplessness. You turned away from the mirror. "Remus. You're going to make holes in the rug." You stood up and walked to where the man had now stilled.

"I am sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

"It's unfair. How are we expected to just sit around and listen to all the rumors about our friend! He wouldn't take it if it was one of us." he grabbed his cardigan and walked to the door.

"Remus? What are you doing?"

"I am going to tell Dumbledore exactly what needs to be done."

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Looking Super

Winn Schott meets Cisco Ramon in high school, not too long after Winn's dad goes off the deep end, declares himself a supervillain, and is promptly sent to Arkham - National City Branch - by Superman. This is well before Superman moves to Metropolis, which in turn happens shortly before Supergirl takes over protecting National City.

But, anyway, Cisco and Winn meet. Cisco's the only kid in school who doesn't treat Winn awfully about his father, doesn't act like he thinks Winn is a bad day away from turning into a killer just like his father.

It's post Columbine so the things people say and assume about Winn are... but Cisco never once says those things. Not once.

So Winn maybe develops a crush on Cisco based on being treated with respect alone. Not that he'd say anything, but Winn's utterly enamored by Cisco and is his biggest cheerleader when Cisco decides to start growing out his hair despite his parents arguing against it.

They have a number of classes together that year, but their last class of the day is Home Ec. Winn is nervous about it because he used to do these kinds of projects with his dad. He already knows a lot about cooking and baking and sewing because those were skills his dad told him were important to have. Before he snapped, Winn Sr. was a good dad and Winn hasn't seen that man since he was fired and descended into this pit of toxic masculinity that ended with blowing up his former employers with toys turned to bombs. So Winn signed up for the class in a fit of nostalgia, wanting to remind himself that his father wasn't always a bad person.

Except his first day of school arrived, Winn spent the whole day getting vitriol spat at him by a lot of people - including teachers - and his only bright spot of the day was this nice guy who made sure to sit next to him in every shared class they had and who made Winn feel like maybe he wasn't really a freak no matter what other people said. But he's approaching the Home Ec classroom alone, thinking about his dad, and wondering if he made a mistake. Except... there's Cisco again. And Cisco perks up, beaming widely at Winn as he walks in, waving for Winn to come sit beside him. And... that's basically where things start.

It turns out they both really enjoy sewing, taking the time to meet up after school to do increasingly complicated projects. For Halloween they design and make super hero costumes for themselves and their small group of friends - Caitlin Snow, Kara Danvers, and Ronnie Raymond - and Cisco tells Winn that he's 'looking super' when he tries on his own costume for the first time.

Winn's pretty sure Kara - who accidentally came out to them as a Kryptonian at homecoming - can spot the heat radiating off his blush before she even comes in through the door to join them for pre-trick or treating costume checks.

After high school, Winn and Cisco go into fashion and it's a cut throat world. They decide they're not cut out for competing on runways and retreat back to National City where they open a boutique of their own.

Cisco kisses Winn for the first time at their grand opening, doing what Winn's always been afraid to, and everything changes for them. In a good way.

The boutique is named 'Looking Super', of course, and they officially cater to clientele who wouldn't normally be able to afford designer clothes or items specifically tailored to flatter them. Unofficially, they become clothiers to the super heroes of a number of cities, starting with Kara when she decides to step up to become Supergirl. Then Ronnie and Caitlin when fate transforms them into Firestorm and Frost. Word spreads and they wind up designing costumes jam packed with safety features to the paranoid members of Team Arrow in Star City Washington and even as far away as the Flash in Central City. And if Dick Grayson is serious about his 'discowing' idea, then Bludhaven is about to become the next city to sport a super hero wearing a 'Looking Super' design.

And it's been a very, very long time since Winn was afraid of turning out like his dad. And a long time since Winn was afraid that still loving his dad - the person his dad used to be before everything went wrong - made him a bad person, too. Because Winn has been through hard times and come out the other side still himself. He has Cisco's love and his dear friends and the respect of so, so many super heroes.

All because of Winn's choice not to let his good memories turn sour... and because he accepted Cisco's friendship all those years ago.

Edit: Updated to say their shop is in National City and not Central City (I'm just so used to writing stuff set in Central City... whoops)

#fanfiction #supergirl #the flash #winn schott #cisco ramon #cisco x winn #not on Ao3 yet #I'll probably clean up/expand on this before i post it to ao3

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Four Favorite Films by Michael Bump

Michael Bump

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Four Favorite Films

1) Hard Boiled (1992): This was one of my favorite movies this quarter because it was the one that surprised me the most. I really enjoyed the storyline and the excessive action scenes. I especially like how John Wu used Martial Arts and guns to make for an awesome action scene. The film resembled many of the action films in Hollywood today and I am sure some of the American Action movie directors are inspired by Wu. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed this film and its plot. I am very hesitant to watch films with subtitles because I feel like I cannot pay attention to the entire film. This film was great and exceeded my expectations. This quote is from Yanissa’s post. “Both films are similar, but a key difference is that it is a Chinese film that is based on rural China and not an action film like Hard Boiled. This film specifically was banned for a few years in China, but the ban has since been lifted. The Chinese government gave permission for its viewing in July 1992. Although Ju Dou has had its share of controversy, many viewers turn the other way and disagree. Some admit that it is dark but also find it enjoyable to watch.” https://www.tumblr.com/world-cinema-research/718877213448126464/week-7-hard-boiled-ju-dou-yanissa-agbigay-for?source=share

2) Reservoir Dogs (1992): This was chosen as one of my favorite films because I am a fan of Quentin Tarantino’s films. This was his debut feature film which made me more interested when watching it. I liked the storyline and the exceptional acting from the star-studded cast. I like how Tarantino pushes the boundaries with violence and he does in all his films, especially Reservoir Dogs. I enjoyed dissecting the history of the film and how it became a cult classic. It is funny how my father would not allow me to watch this film because of swearing and the violence, and I ended up having to watch it for school. It is interesting how life comes back around full circle. https://www.tumblr.com/world-cinema-research/719893879945576448/reservoir-dogs-1992-by-michael-bump?source=share

3) Carrie (1976): This was a film that was very disturbing. I also liked it very much. I love horror films and especially Stephen King. I was familiar with the remake of Carrie but had never seen the original film. The music from that film is what scared me the most. It stuck with me for a while, and I could not get it out of my head. I thought the acting was superb and for an older horror movie, it was quite terrifying. Quote from Chloe’s post “Carrie was significantly loved by horror movie critics all around. The movie became special in the film industry, specifically with its ending. In an interview with Steven King, he mentions how although he wasn’t a part of the filming, Brian De Palma did an excellent job in producing the movie in all its glory leaving viewers with suspense and surprise.” https://www.tumblr.com/world-cinema-research/716722119366606848/week-4-blog-post-carrie-chloe-ziegler?source=share

4) The Terminator (1984): James Cameron’s The Terminator was surprising for me because I have never seen the first film. I was not aware Cameron was the director of the film before taking this class. This was one of my favorite films this quarter because I liked the suspense that Cameron portrays with the intense music playing in the background. I also like the way Arnold plays the robot. He is exceptionally good at not showing emotions just like a robot would. Quote from Ronnie’s post- “. The significance of "The Terminator" in my eyes and the eyes of others is an understanding of what technology can do and what effects it has for us now until the future.” https://www.tumblr.com/world-cinema-research/718620890781384704/week-6-and-7-the-terminator-and-solaris-films-by?source=share

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nintendont2502 · 1 year

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(Literally no one asked for this but I Do Not care <3)

Good Aussie Shit

Music:

Smith Street Band - rock/indie? - please for the love of God listen to them im genuinely obsessed. Playlist of my favourite songs and a concert they did with the Brisbane Symphony Orchestra

Hilltop Hoods - hiphop - iconic. If you listen to any song by them, make it The Nosebleed Section or Cosby Sweater, or basically any song from this playlist (Can't go wrong with basically anything from Drinking From The Sun/Walking Under Stars or the restrung versions)

Bliss N Eso - hiphop - like a more chill/hippie Hilltop Hoods. Might just be the nostalgia speaking but the entirety of Flying Colours or anything from this playlist are bangers

Talkshow Boy - I think a certain mutual would kill me if I didn't include them lmao. Haven't heard many of their songs (yet 👀) but I Cut Myself (or apparently any other song by them) goes hard

John Butler Trio - not sure how to describe it but the vibes are impeccable. Lots of guitar. Haven't listened to him in years but I remember really enjoying these songs

Music except I don't have specific recommendations

Alex the Astronaut - Not Worth Hiding made closeted baby gay me cry every time I heard it

Courtney Barnett - A Sea Of Split Peas is a great album and also the only one I know of hers

G-Flip - they're non-binary and a drummer and that's. All I know about them. Whenever I hear their music on Triple J it goes hard though

Baker Boy - rap - his music goes so hard - especially Marryuna. Also he raps in English + Yolngu Matha which is so cool

Aunty Donna's Big Old House Of Fun - surreal comedy/sketch show - it's on Netflix and it's great

Fisk - sitcom(?) - a lawyer who moves to a weird law firm in Melbourne. Kitty Flanagan is great in it (as she always is) - sadly it's only on ABC iView I think

Upper Middle Bogan - sitcom - a daughter of a rich middle/upper class woman finds out she's adopted, and begins connecting with her biological family, who are massive bogans. Great shit. On Netflix (in Australia at least)

Kath and Kim - sitcom - I don't know how to describe this but it's great. On Netflix (in Australia at least)

Ronny Chieng: International Student - sitcom - an international student studying law at a university in Australia. The whole thing is on YouTube for free

#i mainly made this so i could have everything i watch/listen to in one place lmao #will probably update later idk #anyway go listen to smith street band please for the love of god #masterpost #me.txt

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overthinkingtaleblr · 1 year

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My Katrina Headcanon Masterlist

Well, as the first one I've done since my Kermit the Claw masterlist, I think it's important to come back with a bang, and what's more of a bang than the queen of uncertain canon herself, Katrina!! There is so little about her in the actual channel that she is practically a fandom-made creation aside from her name, and that will not stop me from absolutely adoring her anyways.

Who she is, her real connection to Ghost and why even her image is enough to make him terrified, whether she is an actual ghost or not isn't even really confirmed. There is so much opportunity and I'm happy to cast in my two cents ^^

History HCs

Since Katrina is so varied in how people talk about her, I think it's only fair to give lip-service to multiple ideas of who she might be, whether it fits specifically into my other ideas for her or not. Everything with a star next to it (*) is a headcanon my other family headcanons for Katrina hold up with. Otherwise, I’ll go into more detail. These are how I would work with the hcs, but remember that it’s different for everyone!

Ghost's Close Childhood Friend*

In this history, Katrina has lived in the same town her whole life, never going beyond it. A bit rambunctious, Katrina tended to have a hard time fitting in with the others around them. Being the only girl in a large house of boys, aside from her mom, she was expected to act a certain way, wear dresses, not play in mud, none of which really called to her. She preferred roughhousing with her brothers or getting lost in the woods to playing alone with her dolls in the corner of her house.

She was in second grade when she first met Johnny Ghost (the Second), an odd boy with distant eyes who the teacher warned the class to give some space. Of course, this meant that everyone crowded around him the first chance they got, to size him up and figure out how much he’d manage to fit in. Not well, he was already loud and overly confident in the opinion of the other 8-year-olds, leaving him struggling to make friends. Katrina was there to hear some other kids try to break through to them, hearing them point out how Ghost was a really weird last name. Johnny replied by saying it made perfect sense, actually, since his dad was a paranormal investigator… and then had to explain what that meant to them. Katrina was awestruck at the job description— traveling around, saving lives, busting ghosts, what’s not to love? She introduced herself on the spot and demanded to learn more.

She and Ghost stuck together through the years, even as Johnny 2 and Ronnie joined the group, but Kat and Ghost lived closest and the two would often meet up for secret ghost-hunting scouting missions. While Ghost and Toast did most the actual hunting of ghosts, Katrina’s favorite part was the investigation and learning more about the situation. She was a little bit of a snoop, not being able to tell when enough information was enough and when to leave well enough alone… and that’s probably where it went wrong.

Some time after Toast left, after Ghost’s dog went suddenly missing after Halloween, Ghost signaled for Katrina to meet up with him on a ghost scouting mission late at night… which wouldn’t be too unusual, but Ghost had that same distant look in his eye he had on his first day of school. Kat knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t sit by and let whatever it was happen. Not even stopping to take off her nightgown, she slipped on her shoes and a jacket and followed her friend, like she had a million times before. She didn’t return.

Ghost's First Friend After Toast Left*

A loner more close to their brothers than anyone else, Kat was 15 before meeting Ghost for the first time, only getting introduced to him when they transferred to high school… though the kid was already well-known across the school system. Allegedly, he was loud and bombastic, but had a tendency to sneak into places or break things and blame it on the supernatural. While Katrina was interested in the idea of the supernatural as a kid, that kind of faded away after learning that Santa was just their dad in a beard and the tooth fairy was their mom sneaking into their room. That didn’t stop Kat from shooing some bullies away from the kid when they saw how frail he was.

Even after saving his butt, Kat was unashamed to admit to Johnny Ghost that they had heard of him when they first met him, referring to him and the ghost-hunting kid. They didn’t know about his dad, who he was insistent had a real job and was changing real lives with his work. While they tried to be polite about it, Kat saw it more as an interesting idea and something to make a quick buck off of through showmanship and lies than an actual thing that could save lives. Ghost promised them that he’d be able to prove to them that not only were ghosts real, but that his dad was doing something real, and the two agreed to the bet.

Kat was showered with information, videos Johnny recorded himself while out and about, old artifacts his dad brought back to him from missions, first-hand accounts recorded from someone else reading verbatim. None of it really swayed Kat, but their interest was completely restored, and they agreed to work with Ghost in the coming future on his projects and ideas, helping him find things and weeding out what was clearly lies for attention. The two families entirely started growing closer from the kids hanging out, with Johnny Ghost Senior even offering to give one of his friends who owned a business a good reference for Kat’s oldest brother. Overall, it was lovely. They even got to meet Toast over the phone! (The two had a passionate debate over radio).

Then, some time after both Kat and Ghost had a family member mysteriously pass away, Ghost approached Kat, saying they knew how to convince them that the paranormal was real. Kat was a little annoyed he was bringing up that old debate when they were working with him anyways, but shrugged and agreed to check it out. Part of them actually wanted to believe they could see their brother again, that Ghost would be able to see his dad. While Jimmy Casket exploited this hope to lure them away from safety, he technically wasn’t lying. There was nothing they could deny anymore.

Ghost's Friend Who Does Not Care For Ghosts*

The pair likely met in some form of therapy early on in Ghost’s recovery from his experiences with CBF, Katrina being a kid in the neighborhood who had seen and survived some things in the past.

She knew that ghosts were real, and it terrified her. It kept her awake at night both wondering if there were any ghosts around her… and if she would become a ghost when she passed. Ghost drew her attention by saying that his dad was a paranormal investigator, and soon she felt he was the safest person to be around in case of emergency. The two became friends, bonding over their shared trauma first, then their shared taste in shows and other medias popular at the time. As school went on, she would read books to him, and he would tell her how to handle bullies. She and Toast met, but when she found out they were friends through ghost hunting, she became uncomfortable and stopped wanting to hang out with him.

In her opinion, the ghost hunting was and would always be a bad idea, especially after all the paranormal situations Ghost barely lived through. Sometimes, even years later, Ghost has to consider if she had a point. It wasn’t just because she feared ghosts, but because she recognized that if they were really the spirits of people, then all ghosts are human, and should be considered human… even if she struggled to do that.

This time, she isn’t lured away or killed by Jimmy Casket. This time, she found herself trapped in a place that Ghost was investigating, still in early PIE and before Toast was around full-time. She was in hysterics, having never wanted to have been there to begin with, and the ghost took advantage of that to torment her. Using manipulation and fear tactics, it managed to get Ghost himself to severely hurt her, which led Ghost to abandon the case to get her to safety. She was taken to a hospital but didn’t survive her wounds.

Ghost’s First Partner*

Between Kat and Toast, Ghost was starting to consider he may have a thing for black hair and blue eyes. And boys.

None of this was the reason why they died, but when Toast moved back home, Ghost got anxious about Kat one day leaving too and managed the courage to ask him on a date. The two were managing to do the couple thing pretty good for their first time, both even being present at Toast’s wedding, but it couldn’t last forever. Not because they broke up, of course, but because Kat suddenly passed away. Even if Ghost wasn’t responsible, he still finds a way to blame himself.

Ghost’s Cousin*

One day, her uncles Ghost were childless, the next they had a boy her age. She considered that the most evident sign that they had some involvement with witchcraft, even if that was a secret she kept to herself. She didn’t know where he came from or why he was so standoffish at first, but she managed to break through to him, and became excited to see her new cousin every time she got the chance. He came to accept her company before anyone else in the family, making her death all the more painful for him.

Gregory’s Sister

The oldest child of T.Casket, Katrina took after her mother more so than her father, which he was okay with. Present when her dad was recording and planning episodes of his ghost hunting show, Katrina has been immortalized on those tapes as the little girl the team would watch while planning how to do their next mission. She would color on the ghost reports and listen intently to their plans for their next mission. She loved the camera, and would talk into it as she got older, insisting that she always knew what she was talking about. Much like her father and little brother, Katrina had confidence for miles.

Katrina was much too invested in her own ideas and things to entertain little Gregory all the time, nor did she feel it was her responsibility, so she allowed him to grow obsessed with an imaginary friend she didn’t believe in to give her more space while her father was out. She was always too busy to watch him, or she would say she was. Whether it be school work or something else, she always had a reason not to keep a close eye on him… which was alright, since she was too young to actually babysit.

When CBF reared its head, she didn’t understand why Gregory was so enamored by it, calling it a monster or a demon. It got frustrated with her screams quickly, and threw her away, like a child would do to a doll it grew to hate. Gregory didn’t realize what he saw until later, forgetting out of shame.

Gregory’s Mother

Gregory never really met her, only seeing her in pictures and hearing of her in whispers, but when Ghost saw her floating there on Hell’s Island, he knew her immediately. Even with all his missing memories and forgotten past, he recognized her, despite having never seen her since he was a baby. He doesn’t know what happened to her, he barely knows she existed to begin with, but she was the reason he was alive, and sometimes he tries to fight to remember more.

Casket’s First Victim (or first victim he remembers killing)

They were strangers, she had never met the boy in her life, but his red eyes faded to their natural color while she was still breathing.

He isn’t all there as he tries to stop the bleeding, telling her to wait while he went to find help, coated in her blood as he tried. She was never able to get a word in, and he was never able to get the help he promised her. Trying to keep him in check, Casket keeps these memories away from him, as every time he really considers them, Ghost realizes that wasn’t the only time and starts to remember and realize he may be possessed.

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I don’t think that Katrina is a ghost, even with all these different stories. I believe that if she ever was one, she was able to move on and find peace despite it all, and forgave Ghost for what he did. That being said: she can still come back (happened to Maxwell). But what about the specter of Katrina from canon? That was the Housekeeper playing tricks on PIE, using someone who Ghost used to care about or in some way hurt him to manipulate him and try to get him to either turn around or suffer the consequences. For a moment, it did convince him that she was back, and that he was either in danger or putting her in danger by being there, but he pushed on regardless.

Trivia

Katrina in most of my own things is Katrina Roast, however it also makes sense for her brother to be Johnny Evans since Roast actually comes from a nickname he had, not his actual name.

I use many pronouns and identities for Katrina bc i think it’s the most fun to consider their gender to be fluid and different depending on what I think would be the most impactful for a story. I meant to use more they/thems and he/hims, but I wasn’t sure how to explain it ^^;

Relationship HCs

- Gregory/Johnny Ghost

Whoever he was, however they knew each other, they were close, close enough so that losing her would hurt. And, no matter what, he will always blame himself for what happened to her. Whether she returned as a ghost or not, whether she passed peacefully or not, whether Ghost even remembers her death or if Casket was too involved— he knows enough to struggle with the memory.

- Johnny Roast*

Her older brother when applicable, Roast is the first person who will always reaffirm to Ghost that yes, he is the sole reason that his baby sister is dead now. He knows how close Ghost and Katrina were, and even in situations where she suddenly went missing, he knows that the only way that something like this could happen would be through the instigation of someone as close to Katrina as Ghost. In some cases, he may even be the one to find the body. Frequently, he is losing his older brother in the same timeframe, making him more volatile toward Ghost.

Song HCs

- Amnesia Was Her Name - Lemon Demon

Shared with Ghost, Katrina is amnesia.

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