#poppy hating era?? no but I was heavily judging her

[mayday-jd]

alr I lied I gotta talk about smth else quickly

• so remember when I mentioned branch's reaction to the country song when they entered lonesome flats??

yeah now let's talk about how poppy reacted

poppy hears the song then concludes that the country trolls are miserable and don't know how to have fun

and what better way to make them have fun?? force them to listen to pop music.

cough cough barb parallels COUGH

ofc that doesn't work the country trolls are appalled by their pop medley

all of them... except for hickory

I think poppy was drawn to hickory because he was the only one that seemed to along with what she had to say without any complaints basically he said what she wanted to hear so she trusted him wholeheartedly

now let's actually get into my favorite part of this movie

• I LOVE THE FUNK TROLLS HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I don't think you need a genius to figure out that these are black folks LIKE LOOK AT THEM AND LISTEN TO THE QUEEN ESSENCE

guys the vas of the royal funk family are all black. ik maybe doesn't mean anything BUT MAYBE IT DOES ALR

anyways no matter what race the funk trolls may be they still play such an important role in this movie and let me tell y'all why and how

thru their encounter with the funk trolls, our pop trolls duo (yeah biggie left) learn three important things :

- differences do matter, they're a part of our identity and it would be wrong to ignore them

- even with those differences and origins, trolls still can be multiple/different things (ex.: cooper who says that he's pop AND funk, prince d who identifies as a hip pop troll which is not on poppy's outdated ass map)

- yeah that story poppy heard from the pop trolls' perspective?? yeah no that's not how it actually happened

explained beautifully by anderson .paak's song, the pop trolls stole all the strings, used them to make their kind of music and cut out the other trolls from the music scene

in the words of prince d

"That's just the story cut out and glued by the winners"

AND YES THAT'S HISTORY FOR YA

different retellings, stories of what happened from another pov because guess which perspective you read from the history books?? the winners.

poppy hears all this and y'all idk if it's because poppy's voiced by anna kendrick but this is where all I could think about of was white saviour complex

because this girl is still all about uniting all trolls so they'll live in harmony and yes it comes from a good place but she's just not getting it and fucking hell 😭

she does get the message at the end of the movie after finally meeting barb and speaking of her....

• barb is awful and that's what makes her a great character

as we all know barb's plan is so "unite" all troll nations under the rule of hard rock which is not uniting that's just assimilation

where poppy's desire for every troll to live together in harmony all united by music, barb's comes from a sense of superiority and maybe even pity

evident by every moment she steals a string, barb comments on the other trolls' music with insults which justifies why their music isn't real music while hers is

what's funny is that barb and poppy are very similar

they both really want to prove themselves as good queens, they desire for all trolls to be united and, even if poppy won't admit it, they both see their music as superior tho that degree of superiority is very different

where the similarities end are that barb doesn't want everyone around her to say what she wants to hear, she wants ppl to be real to her, meanwhile poppy refuses to hear anyone else's voice because it's different from hers

which leads to another difference between the two, poppy learns to listen to others because

"A real queen listens." (both said by her and branch)

now let's talk about that finale shall we??

#again any quotes are probably not written exactly as is from the movie #poppy hating era?? no but I was heavily judging her #white woman activity y'all what can I say #funny how I say that and saw some blk poppy fanart earlier today 😭 #FUNK TROLLS 🔛🔝‼️ #I love the royal funk trolls family they're so based and cool and amazing #dying on the hill that funk trolls are black folks #on the other side of the white woman spectrum we have barb #barb is a good character tho like no hate towards her fr #she's a great antagonist and yes I'm not saying villain like I called the chef

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How it may have gone - Humble Beginnings

A fic taking place in the marauders era. While the political climate seems to head to a conflict, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are still just teenagers. Dealing with typical teenage problems.

But this year their little group grows. Who would have known that more prefects would be a good thing?

Masterlist

Five: December II

“Well, how bad can it be? He was at the party on Wednesday and in classes yesterday. I saw him, Potter!”, Milla was just short of yelling. We stood in our beloved courtyard after breakfast.

“I don’t make the rules, Scribe, I’m just telling you what Poppy told us.”

“Poppy?”, Blair cut in.

“Pomfrey”, explained Pettigrew who was looking very uncomfortable.

“So, we’re not allowed to see him because he is in that bad a shape?”, Nica asked stepping away from Black who she stood next to.

“Yehes!” Potter’s eyes rolled into his head.

“Is he contagious?” Now Blair stepped away from Potter.

“What?”

“Well, no offense but you lot have looked better and now he cannot be visited…”, I said while studying Potter’s hair – that had reached new heights of messy – and his clearly annoyed demeanour, the gigantic dark circles under Black’s eyes and Pettigrew’s pale skin and fidgeting.

“We’d rather not catch whatever you all have.” Milla, Chloe and I joined our friends at a safer distance from the boys.

“We’re not ill”, Pettigrew shrieked.

“Look, I’ll tell you what’s up with Remus but you have to promise not to tell him that I told you”, Black finally said something.

“Please, do!”, Milla demanded while Pettigrew stared at Black in utter shock.

“He begged us not to tell you because…it’s not very pretty and he doesn’t want you to look at him weirdly.”

“We won’t. Just tell us!” Milla’s hands rested on her hips, her foot was tapping.

“Okay”, Black’s hands shot into the air in defence.

“I don’t know whether you noticed but Remus didn’t look well the last couple of days.” We all nodded and murmured.

“Right, you have noticed. Reason for that was that he had some trouble with his stomach. And that trouble came to some rather spectacular finale last night. Think he’s been up six times to run to the loo before we had enough and got Poppy. But at that point it was already so close to breakfast that we just got dressed. Poppy thinks he ate something weird. It’s not a bug, it’s not contagious and we don’t look like our normal dashing selves because we were kept awake by Remus, okay?”

“Okay. Then, we can go see him?” Milla’s foot had stopped tapping but her hands were still on her hips.

“Well, no”, Potter jumped back into the conversation. “He had us promise not to tell you what was wrong and he was still gagging before we went to breakfast. So, it’s not very advised to go and see him. But he’ll be fine.”

“Poppy says one day in the hospital, maybe two and he should be back to normal”, said Pettigrew with a mixture of optimism and determination. We were clearly not wanted in the hospital wing.

“Ugh, fine. Can we write him, then?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not”, Potter said sounding a lot less stressed and smiling.

“Top!” I pulled my girls with me to make first period.

“I would believe it if they wouldn’t look so ill themselves”, Milla complained as soon as we were out of earshot.

“They told you why they look like that. They were up all night.” Blair shivered a little as she thought of why the boys were kept up.

“You believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Have you seen Jette or Crick after a nightshift. Same thing.”

Milla grumbled on a bit but in the end she had no choice but to accept Black’s explanation while we got cosy in our seats for History of Magic, optimistically pulling out some parchments and our quills to take notes until we fell asleep. Binns had written down the subject on the blackboard: Goblin Riots.

It sounded so exciting. Different riots in different regions of the country, first all against the power of the wizarding community, later each region picked their own priority which lead to fighting between goblins and wizards but also among the different goblin groups. A lot of blood was shed. A lot. Creative ways of harming and killing the opponent by the wizards who thought up new spells entirely for the riots and beautifully crafted swords, daggers, bows and arrows by the goblins, some of which were displayed to this day in the Ministry of Magic. It sounded so exciting.

When you read about it yourself. When you talked about it with your friends. When anybody told you about it. But not when Professor Binns monologued about those riots in a monotone voice, never making a pause, never using intonation.

I took notes for maybe thirty minutes, after that I was done and coloured in the loops of my letters. Milla had instantly given up. Her quill had been quite busy but one look onto her parchment told me that she was not taking notes on goblins but writing a letter to Remus Lupin. And because I knew the meaning of privacy I didn’t read it despite my curiosity. I would have loved to know what she told Remus in that letter. But I could just as well ask her.

I fished out a new piece of parchment from my bag and dipped my quill in ink. How to start? Simply asking if she had a thing for Remus was possible but seemed a little … shrewd. So I decided to ask a questions to  which I already knew the answer just to test the waters.

It turned out that Milla was indeed writing a letter to Remus. Why? Because she wanted to tell him ‘get well soon’ and let him know she’d like to visit him and tell him that in person. Why was that so important to her, since he’d be out in two days? Because she hated being ill and it was always nice to know other people cared. She had never written me a letter when I was ill in the hospital wing, though. That’s because she always got to visit me. Was she sure there was no other reason she so freaked out this morning about Remus’ being ill? She had no idea what I was talking about. I thought she did. But no, she really didn’t.

At the end of History of Magic I had incomplete notes and an exchange of words that got me nowhere. I had hoped that Milla would confess to liking Remus if she neither had to look at me nor say it. If it was just done by writing. But apparently I was wrong.

Milla sent her letter before lunch, saying once more that it was always nice to know that you had friends who cared about your wellbeing and for some weird reason that stung me a bit. Not on my own accord but on Remus’. Apart from Potter, Pettigrew and Black, Remus didn’t have any friends as far as I knew. Well, us. But we weren’t allowed in the hospital wing. Milla was right. If he felt like he was thrown up himself and didn’t want us to see him like that it meant that he thought we’d judge him for being ill. And that meant he still wasn’t sure of our friendship. So, I took a page out of Milla’s book and wrote my own quick get well soon message to the poor boy. Fridays were always over for me after lunch – I had very cleverly chosen my classes – and so I had all the time in the world to craft the perfect little note.

I really wanted Remus to know that I considered him a friend. No, that he was my friend. And that I was his. And that I hoped he would get better soon and knew that we all would love to visit him as soon as possible.

I sat at my desk in the dorm on my own because all my friends had chosen Astrology over the centuries. It was a new course that would only run until the first week of January and most of the girls in our year were fascinated with it. I had neither felt the urge to learn about Divination nor about Astrology – though, granted, my idea of astrology was heavily influenced by muggle magazines and horoscopes – or generally being able to tell the future. I expected to only hear bad things about my future and turn into a ball of nerves and a shut-in. So, I had opted to not take that course and enjoy my Friday afternoons instead.

Looking down on my parchment I read my little letter to Remus one last time.

Dear Remus, After I had a lovely little chat with Milla I realised that her idea of writing you was absolutely right. If Pomfrey would let us, we’d been up in the hospital wing this morning after breakfast and probably before lunch to tell you to get better because you owe us our night on the weekends. You guys were the ones who said that Pettigrew needs his routines! But as Pomfrey doesn’t let us visit you and none of us want to catch whatever you have, let me just say: Please, get well soon. Please, get well enough to let us visit you. Without you Pettigrew, Black and Potter get even more out of control and I don’t know whether the girls and I are capable of keeping them from blowing up the restrooms. So, we need you.  Hopefully you already feel better. Lots of love, Jette

Yeah, that would have to do. He’d get that I missed him and wanted him to stop being ill. I took my coat off the chair and rushed out of the common room to get to the owlery. Since I had to pass through the courtyard anyway, I got out my case and zippo when I walked through the door. Other than usually, I didn’t turn to the left towards the benches in the passage but to the right where the staircase to the owls lay just behind the corner.

Coat pulled tight and shoulders up at my ears I climbed the everlasting staircase until I could hear and smell the hundreds of birds that were living at their end. Carefully, I stepped into the big round room and looked around.

“Monty?” No reaction. “Monty!” Still nothing. “Edgar Leopold Montague Esquire, down here now!” Somewhere feathers were shaken and finally my beloved great horned owl elegantly flew down and landed on my arm.

“I had forgotten that that was his name”, Crick’s voice made me jump.

“Mer-lin! Don’t do that!!” I punched him against the shoulder.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Why do you need him, anyway? Don’t tell me you wrote home?” His eyes widened. “No, I wrote to Remus.”

“Lupin?”

“Yes.”

“Now you’re exchanging love letters?”, he laughed but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Ah, I really don’t know what you have against them. And, no, it’s not a love letter. Remus is ill and we’re not allowed to visit him. So, I wrote him a little note. Was Milla’s idea really. I think she has a thing for him.”

“She does? So, that’s why you’re all over them?”

“Noone is all over anybody”, I said while fastening the letter to Monty’s foot.

“You know what I mean. I don’t get to see you girls as much anymore. It’s good to know that that’s not my fault but Milla’s.”

“You don’t really feel abandoned, do you?”

“Just a bit.”

“Oh, Crick!” I threw my arms around his neck, while Monty disappeared out one of the glassless windows.

“You know we love you, right?” I pulled away just a bit to look into his eyes.

“Well…”

“You listen to me Nathaniel Gabriel Cricket! We love you. We don’t abandon you. And we need you in our lives. Do you understand that?”

“I think so.”

“Let me hear it.”

“You won’t abandon me. You need me in your lives.”

“Aaaand?”

“You…You love me”

“Damn right we do! Don’t forget it.”

“I won’t”, he searched something in my eyes for a second but didn’t say anything more. I let go of him.

“Now, that that’s settled how about I make it up to you that we were spending time with Remus and his friends? Are you free?”

“All afternoon.” This time the laughter reached his eyes.

I did make it up to him. We spent the entire afternoon chatting away in the best corner of the common room – the nook right behind the fire place, where it is warm, you can see the whole room but are fairly invisible to anybody else, with very wide windowsills that had the softest cushions anybody had ever seen.

The nook also had access to the little terrace that was magically shielded from the eyes of non-Hufflepuffs, which meant that I could also sneak out every now and again to inhale some deadly smoke.

We talked a bit through his issues with the Potter-posse which all seemed to stem from his idea that we had replaced him with them. But I also learned that he had his reservations towards them ever since they had covered him in maple syrup.

Furthermore, he informed me that his little thing with Elaine had gone into the second, third and fourth round recently.

“Shut up! You got Elaine Finnigan wrapped around you finger? How did that happen?”

“I don’t have her wrapped around anything. And it never went further than some snogging, so calm down.”

“No, I won’t. She is the most desired girl in this house, no, the school, and you’re regularly making out with her.”

“Shhhh!” He slapped his hand over my mouth and scanned the common room.

“Don’t say that this loudly.” Something was up.

“Why?”, I asked when he let my head go again.

“This is something you should be proud of, you know. She is not easy. If you ever wanted to brag about anything, that’s it.”

“I do not intend to brag about this ever.”

“Why-hy?”, I whined.

“Can you keep your mouth shut?” I raised my eyebrows at him, frowning and rolling my eyes. He knew I could.

“This is delicate, okay? I think that maybe…and there’s no actual confirmation yet… but maybe Jonas has a huge crush on her and would kill me if he ever found out that I got intoitwithherevenmorebecausehedoesn’tknowyet.” Those last words he said so quickly that I could hardly understand him.

“You’re having an affair with the girl Jonas likes? Maybe we did leave you alone a little too much. Doesn’t sound like you.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! I didn’t know he liked her until yesterday. So, you know, not like I can take it back.”

“But you’re not keeping it up?”

“No, of course not. If I want this to work out for him at any point it can’t get too weird with me and her.”

“Huh.”

“Just don’t tell him I told you. I’m trying to figure out how to deal with this mess.”

I nodded my head and thought for a moment. Crick was absolutely devoted to his older brothers, one of which had graduated two years ago. He would do anything for them.

“Crick, if you like her you should go for her, you know that, right?”

“I don’t like her”, he shot back instantly.

“She’s pretty and she’s funny but I don’t have any feelings for her”, he then explained.

“I’m just having fun with her. Was having fun with her. Nothing more.”

“I just mean, that you can go for something because you want it, even if it might not be approved by Jonas or Tristan. You don’t have to rub Jonas’ face in it but if you like Elaine, be with her.”

“Thanks. But I don’t want to be with her. And I hope she’ll give Jonas a chance.”

“He’s gorgeous and smart. If ever someone had a chance…”

“You think Jonas is gorgeous?”

“Your entire clan is unfairly beautiful and you know it.” Crick gave me one of his supermodel smiles.

“Oh, stop it! No wonder Elaine got into the broom closet with you.”

“You’re just full of compliments today, aren’t you?”

“Still making up for you feeling abandoned.”

“Sure.”

By the time we could go for dinner the other girls had found us in the little nook and joined our conversation, that had turned to reminiscing about my first and Crick’s second year in which we all had made a lot of questionable decisions in fashion. Dinner was just as much a blast as the afternoon had been and when the three boys from Gryffindor stood at the head of our table we ignored them for a solid four minutes.

“Hello-ho”, Black finally shouted. Nearly the entire table turned to him.

“Well, not you”, Potter waved dismissingly at the majority of my house, “them!” and pointed at us.

“You coming?”, Pettigrew looked at us sternly.

“They’re still eating, mate. Calm down”, Crick answered for us which earned him a raised eyebrow from Nica and a frown from Pettigrew.

“So, you’re not coming?”, Pettigrew tried again.

“We’ll catch up”, Blair smiled and took another piece of treacle tart. Pettigrew tried to smile back but he was clearly too hurt to really do it.

“Oh, okay then”, he managed and turned around, Potter and Black following him.

“Poor baby”, Chloe said as she watched him leave the Great Hall.

“He’ll survive”, Crick commented, offering more dessert to all of us.

We took our time at the dinner table, chatting with Crick, Mag and Toby, indulging in several rounds of dessert and looking forward to the weekend. When Milla and I turned left to the courtyard and the others headed for the common room at the right we didn’t expect the Gryffindors to still be outside. And while we were technically right, to our surprise they lounged around the foyer doors waiting.

“I called it!”, Pettigrew yelled when he spotted us. Some knuts exchanged hands.

“Called what?”, Milla asked fiddling at her coat jacket.

“That Blair was not going to catch up at all, if you didn’t get here within five minutes.”

“You’re betting on whether we keep our word?”

“We’re betting on who of you really loves us”, Potter answered with a smirk. “Turns out it’s you two.”

“We were not expecting you to be here”, Milla informed him.

“Where else would we be?” Pettigrew’s face wrinkled in confusion.”

“We realised that we were running late and figured you had gone up. We’re here for the addiction and not for love. Sorry.” I quickly touched Potter’s face to express my regret.

“Keep telling yourself that, if it helps. You know you love us and we know you love us.” Black held the door open for us and winked.

“Idiot”, Milla mumbled looking at me and I nodded but we both smiled. He was probably right.

“Have you heard from Remus?”

“Still under Poppy’s watch.”

“Does he feel better?”

“A bit.”

“Can we go see him?”

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“Ugh!”

Milla took out her frustration on her cigarette and had to beg me for another one.

“But you’ve seen him?”, she asked after a deep inhalation.

“Yes, for a moment”, Black answered very softly. “He got your letters and was very happy about them and he hopes that you come by when he’s cleared.”

“You wrote him, too?” Milla turned to me.

“Yeah, after what you said about people caring and friends being friends. Was that not okay?”

“Course it was. I just didn’t know.”

We learned that Remus had looked a lot more alive when the boys had last visited him and that they had no time for us that night as they wanted to catch up on their sleep.

“Which is why it hurt so much that you let us wait so long!”, Pettigrew exclaimed with a hand on his heart when they walked up the stairs to their common room and we descended to ours.

“Idiots”, I mumbled looking at Milla and she nodded but we both smiled.

The corridor was empty when we reached it and I thought that this might be my chance to get Milla to admit that she liked Remus, if I played my cards right. I pulled her over to the painting of the fruitbowl that hung nearly exactly opposite our common room entrance and tickled the pear.

“Fancy a tea?”

“This is what Crick meant when he said that Potter and his friends are a bad influence!”

“Please, we’ve done this for years.” There wasn’t a lot Milla could say to that because I was right. She let me guide her into the kitchen, where a busy group of houseleves stopped in their tracks and looked at us.

“We won’t be in the way, I swear. If you’d just allow us to use the kettle?” We fought down a lot of offers to help and serve and finally got a kettle onto the smallest and oldest stove.

“Fancy a tea”, I asked again.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Fancy some biscuits?”, I wanted to know as I opened a cupboard.

“Yeah, got any with chocolate?”

“Fancy a cushion?” I held up some throw pillows I had found.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Fancy a Remus?”, I tried my luck.

“Yeah, why…wait what?”

I put the tin of chocolate biscuits in the middle of the window sill that we had sat down on and shoved the box of different tea bags in her face.

“Do you fancy a Remus?”, I repeated. Milla pointed at the earl grey and pushed the box back at me.

“What kind of question is that?”, she asked when I went to grab two cups and check on the water. It wasn’t boiling yet.

“The kind of question that I’d like an answer to.”

The kettle began whistling and I poured the water into the cups. Milla kept quiet. I got back to the window sill with her earl grey and my jasmine tea. She looked up at me with the most accusing eyes I had ever seen but took her cup.

“Come on, it’s just a question. If you don’t want to answer it, then don’t, but don’t give me the silent treatment.”

She kept giving me the silent treatment. “ Love, come on! I’m your best friend. It’s my job to bug you about boys. You know that. Remember how you didn’t give me a break about Lucien?” While she still said nothing she started grinning.

“I do think it is in the guidelines for best friends”, she finally sighed after her fourth biscuit.

“So? D’you fancy him?” I leaned in closer and whispered, why I didn’t know.

“I don’t know, to be frank.”

“How do you not know whether you’re into someone?”

“I don’t know. I mean I like him. But I also like Crick and Potter and Pettigrew and Black. Fancy none of them.”

“Huh.” I nibbled my biscuit and slurped my tea. Milla drew some circles and triangles on the window sill with her fingers.

“I think I like him more, though.” I smiled at her widely. “But that’s all you’re gonna get out of me!”

We finished the tea and left the kitchen. In the common room we found our friends and instantly jumped back into the conversation we had had at dinner.

The subject of Remus and Milla didn’t come back up until two weeks later.

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