#someone just told frank a GREAT joke

[graceyappsalot]

“Everybody deserves flowers.”

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Okay so my last post did pretty good I think! So I’m gonna be posting this early because I’ll be busy this weekend but I still wanna post something!

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Percy Jackson x !!afab!! reader

Cussing, slight angst, heart break, unrequited love at first. Fluff at the end!!

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It was a typical morning at camp. The sun was brightly shining. Beating down on everybody, making it a more warm than typical. Percy walked past you. Like he normally does looking for annabeth, you guess.

“Oh shit sorry Y/N.” Percy said nervously as he had bumped into you, not taking in his surroundings. “ i didn’t see you there, almost like you were invisible.” He joked

“Oh.” You laughed it off even though those words had hurt worse than any other. “Guess I’m a ghost!”

“Hey have you seen annabeth?” He look around anxiously. Holding something in his hand. It looked like a letter, maybe.

“No I haven’t sorry, is everything okay?” You prodded at the situation, now getting nosy.

“Yeah I just, you know what I gotta tell someone, come here.” He grabbed your hand, and led you into the woods.

Oh. My. God. He’s holding my hand! I can’t believe it. The boy I’ve liked ever since he first showed up at camp. The way he talks and walk and just everything about him is just perfect! I follow him into the woods, feeling like I’m floating.

You two reach a rock, and he pulls you to sit next to him.

“I like annabeth. Actually I might love her.”

Oh… that’s not what you wanted to hear. You take your hands away from his. Your heart dropped. It feels like the entire word is ending. How could you have been so stupid. Of course he likes annabeth, everybody does. Tears well in your eyes but you do your best to hide them.

“That’s great Percy! I’m sure she feels the same way!” You try your best to support him, because no matter what, you will always care for him.

“Maybe, try giving her a gift, I mean everybody deserves flowers?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea! I need to give her this letter. I just can’t find her.” He gets up. “Y’know, you’re a really good friend.” Percy gleams at you and walks off.

You let go. Of all the hurt, all the pain, why does it hurt so bad.

After about an hour you finally get up and make your way back to camp

You see Percy and giving the letter to annabeth. She shakes her head no at him and walks away. Percy looks like a kicked puppy

The words he told you over play in your head. Over and over again.

So……

You walk past him and into your cabin. Because the world didn’t end when the boy you liked for months ended up liking some one else.

Day go by and you get better. You find out that annabeth rejected Percy. Which sucks but it’ll all be okay. Percy has tried talking to you numerous times, but you don’t let up easy.

Today you were sitting in a flower field. Just reading a book. Until your peaceful quietness was interrupted. By a certain someone

“Hey.” Percy staggered out. He sat beside you underneath a big oak tree.

“Hey..” you try your best to avoid eye contact.

“Why have you been avoiding me like I’m the plague?” He jokes

“Percy. I have to tell you something. I don’t wanna keep hiding it from you, because you’re an important person to me.” This sudden urge to let go of all your feelings struck you

“Tell me. You can tell me anything.” He gets closer

“Okay, well. Percy I’ve liked you ever since you first showed up at camp with your stupid smile, and stupid clothes.” You start to get a little emotional “I hate you. I hate you so much.” You stand up and start pacing

“What’s going on, why do you hate me? You just said you liked me?” Percy is obviously confused.

“That’s the thing! I hate you because I still like you. It’s like you do no wrong to me. You could stab me a million times and I’d still love you.” Percy stands up and spins your around to face him

“I wish you would’ve told me sooner. Part of me has always liked you too. When you started ignoring me, well.. it was the worst time of my life.” He pauses for a minute “I never realized but I’ve always looked for you, everywhere I go. And when you get sent on quest I make sure I’m there with you. I get protective I guess. I just thought it was because you were a good friend to me.”

“But..?” You say wanting to know more

“You’re so much more than that. You always check up on me. You always make sure I’m laughing when I’m with you. Annabeth didn’t do that. I mean sure she’s a good friend but…I can only see my self with you now.”

“Are you saying…that you like me too.”

“Duh you idiot.” He looks like he gets an idea which is normally not a good thing. He wonders off for second, somewhere you can’t quite see him.

“What the heck?” You mumble. He comes rushing back with….

“Here. It’s like you said everybody deserves flowers.” He hands them off to you “but you especially deserve them.”

“Oh Percy Jackson, I never knew you could be such a sap.”

“Oh don’t let it get to your head.”

This time you and Percy walk back into camp. But with your hands intertwined and huge smiles covering the both of your faces.

You were Percy’s and he was yours.

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Okay so a little surprise because I won’t be able to post this weekend 🫶🏻 this is pretty bad but I tried to make it cute 😭 I’ll try to write for other fandoms soon I’m just obsessed with Percy right now and it all people want!!

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#Spotify #percy jackson #fanfic #percy jackson x reader #annabeth chase #percy jackson x yn #walker scobell #walker scobell x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending

[pumpkinbxtch]

heyyyyyy Idk if you're still accepting requests for apollo if not that's fine BUTTTTTT if you are could you do a fic with him being so protective of the reader(like someone being rude to her at camp). Because you know how protective he is of his sister now imagine that but on the love of his life.

the weight of names

— apollo x daughter of hebe!reader

warnings: language, mentions of harassment.

a/n: Hello, to know if my requests are open, it usually says in my description or in my pinned post. Fortunately, your request came in before I closed them so it's fine. Thank you!

Things had changed at Camp Half-Blood. Some campers you used to hang out with were gone, and even though it wasn't forever, you missed them. You stayed year-round, stuck with the others who, while not bad company, just didn’t click with you, and you couldn’t figure out why.

— Ha, ha. Piper McLean's best friend — you heard behind you and rolled your eyes dramatically, fed up with it all.

— Yeah, tell us. If she has so much money, why doesn’t she take you out of here and bring you with her?

You weren’t surprised by their accusations; it was almost routine. Today, they picked on your friendship with Piper; another day, it’d be Annabeth or Jason. When they wanted to show off, it’d be Percy and Nico, and when they were really unbearable, Frank, Leo, Hazel, or even Will. But no matter what, the cherry on top was always...

— Or your god friend.

There it was, of course.

— Yeah, they say it’s Apollo — mocked a girl who seemed to be a daughter of Hermes. Had you ever gotten along with any of them? Maybe the Stoll brothers, but now only one twin was at camp, probably too busy dealing with ten other kids to keep his sister in line.

You never denied or confirmed anything; it was easier that way, but sometimes they were annoying. You wondered if they skipped the awful welcome video that ended with: A safe place for everyone.

In the end, they weren’t doing anything different from any public school, but it was worse: The outcasts bullying an outcast.

— Get lost, will you? — you sighed tiredly, and they let out a long "Oooh" that made your hand itch to strike.

—What? — challenged an Aphrodite girl with her hands on her hips. — Are you going to attack us with rainbows, little Hebe girl?"

— Maybe she took the 'little' part too seriously,— mocked another, a Demeter kid, and you wondered if you could burn all his crops with light projection, but you dismissed the idea. You’d never stoop to their level.

— Wow, great joke, Lionel. It’s not like you’ve told me that a thousand times already. — Your sarcasm made him angry, and he took a step towards you, ready to fight. That was the great part about camp; no one was truly defenseless except the newcomers, so challenging someone was easy, but you ignored him and headed to your cabin.

—Stop — commanded the Aphrodite girl, and you felt a sudden stiffness in your legs that made you fall to your knees. Their charm speak.

You heard the laughter behind you and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to relax when a dull thud interrupted their laughter, turning it into groans. At the sudden change, you looked over your shoulder and saw them on the ground, piled on top of each other, blinking repeatedly. You’d seen that effect a few times but never thought it could be that.

— Good thing you were looking the other way — said a voice, startling you. Next to you was him, his curly brown hair and blue eyes you liked to see, but only secretly.

—Apollo — you breathed in disbelief, making him smile. He tried to take your hand, but you pulled away, blushing. He understood; it wasn’t the moment, but he wasn’t going to stand by either.

—You — he turned, his Converse kicking up dust as he walked to them. The Demeter kid clicked his tongue at the sight of a tall, skinny guy with brown hair and blue eyes. He found it trivial, but campers watching from afar started murmuring.

—Who are you?— he asked, and at the same time, one of Hephaestus’ sons, Harley, came out of his cabin due to the noise. Seeing the guy, his eyes widened.

—LESTER?— he shouted so loudly Mount Olympus might’ve heard. The god smiled amicably. The other three looked confused.

— Is that your name?— asked the Hermes girl in a tone the old Apollo would never have forgiven. He narrowed his eyes but then just nodded.

— Yeah, let’s say it is. Or at least one of my names — he smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile; it was full of disdain. — They call me that, but leaving that aside, know my name it's not helpful to you 'cause I’m also known for not tolerating injustice.

—Uuh— mocked the Demeter kid, and Apollo’s eyes bore into him.

— I’ll tell your mother — he accused, and the kid swallowed hard. —I know her well. Now...

He straightened up, looking down at them. One tried to get up, and Apollo snapped his fingers, pinning him to the ground again, which scared them, making them wonder if there was a child of some god of gravity around.

— Don’t bother this young lady anymore, and let me clarify something — he looked at you challengingly, making you blush, — yes, I’m her friend but not just that, she’s my-

—Enough — you interrupted nervously, and he smiled apologetically. Right, boundaries. He was learning that with you.

— Anyway, You need to stop. — he said firmly, and the three kids raised an eyebrow.

— Friend? When did I say that...— the Hermes girl recapped her words and realization hit her, — No.

Apollo nodded.

— Yes.

The dark way he said it sent a shiver down their spines, and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned towards the Hermes girl.

— And I’d recommend being careful with names. Ann, also daughter of Marlene.

Despite being the god of the sun, the coldness in his voice was relentless, and fear gripped them violently, making them run away screaming like babies.

The campers who knew him approached to say hello, but before he gave them his attention, he came up to you.

— Don’t let them do that anymore — he whispered in your ear, and you nodded. His hand caressed your cheek, and you smiled the smile he loved, resisting the urge to kiss you in front of everyone.

— See you — you said, watching him get dragged away by the other campers.

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧ #pjo hoo toa #trials of apollo x reader #trials of apollo #trials of apollo x you #pjo #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo x reader #apollo pjo x reader #apollo pjo #apollo x you #apollo x reader #apollo #apollo x y/n #heroes of olympus #lester papadopoulos x you #lester papadopoulos x y/n #lester papadopoulos x reader #lester papadopoulos

[milesmolasses]

I'm gonna kill you

miles morales x reader

if you don’t know what “throwing franks” means it basically means telling someone to “suck my dick” lmao

which reminds me the setting is nyc (bk)

is this what ppl call crack? idk man

"miles I'm not playin with you right now, put my water bottle down I'm thirsty!"

miles walked around the dingy restaurant, my bottle in his hand, which was waved high in the air. "you gon have to come and get it than miss smart mouth! you keep playin with me like I can't beat you up," he joked.

miles has been my best friend ever since the middle of third grade when he switched his elementary school. i remember when he was this tiny, shy kid who sat at the back of the school basement for lunchtime since our school never had a formal lunchroom. all i wanted was to make a new friend, so i walked up to the shy new boy and ate my lunch with him. we would walk home together, play at the park together, and have cute lil playdates scheduled by our mothers; ah, yes, those were the times; up until now.

"bro, my bad, just give me my water bottle my mouth is on fire, no funny shit," i had my tongue out, breathing heavily. my mom owns this restaurant, where she cooks (insert culture) dishes for the world of Brooklyn to enjoy. this space doubled as our hang-out spot, considering i would stop by every day after school for free food. my mom had served me (insert dish) with extra spice; "try something new," they said. "it'll be delicious," they said. while yes, the food was good, the new added spices had me steaming at the ears, tongue out, huffing and puffing like a damn dog.

now you may be wondering, "who the hell told you to do this?" miles. it was always miles. he knows I don't usually stray from the usual dishes that i get every time we come here, but somehow he convinced me that trying something new would be good for me. so, i let him order on my behalf; this dude ordered me (insert cultural food)… with 3x the amount of hot sauce I usually get. leading us to now...

"'my bad' is not an apology, bozo, i need to hear you say what i want you to say," he said with the biggest smile on his face. all i did was throw a frank at him, and he chose to torment me, saying, "i was disrespectful." he wants a sorry? imma give him a damn sorry.

"ok ok I'm sorry, miles please just give me the bottle," this time, my eyebrows were furrowed and i made sure to put my acting skills to the test. miles gave me a worried look, scared that he actually went too far this time in his games. he gave me back the water bottle and came closer to me, examining my face to see if i was ok.

"yo, you good? I'm sorry i didn't know it was that deep. here you go drink this," he looked so sorry. he looked like he really regretted what he did to me, it almost made me feel bad for what i was about to say to him.

almost...

"yeah, it was that deep... deep in ya momma!" i watched as miles face slowly converted from looking worried to "what did this bitch just say to me?" i started to run out of the store as fast as i could, chugging the water down my throat with my mouth still on fire. miles was definitely faster than me, so i decided to hide somewhere, anywhere.

i turned the corner, body jerking forward so fast i almost fell face first into the concrete. i caught myself on my hands just in time as i kept my momentum and ran down the block. i looked behind me and he was literally right there in arms reach of me literally, reaching his arm out to grab me. i grabbed the door handle of an unknown store and stumbled into it.

there i could see several women and young girls look up from what ever they were doing to look at me. just as they were looking at me, miles ran in the store and came to an abrupt stop. great now even more people were staring; it was then i realized all the assortments of nail polish laid out neatly on different shelves. oh my god it was a nail salon. miles looked down at me with eyes wide open and a look on his face that screamed "oh hell nah." a lady from the front desk with a slim figure and a headwrap, came up to us and pulled us to the side.

"I'm sorry, you cant just run into this store and be rowdy. we have customers to attend to and they don't need disturbances." i looked up at miles to see him already responding to the lady with prayer hands, "I an so sorry about my friend here please forgive them, sometimes they're a bit hard to control. i think we'll be leaving now, once again, so sorry," he responded whilst dragging me by the shirt to leave the salon. once we were on the side walk again, i busted out laughing so hard, i had to hunch over and close my eyes to keep tears from falling out.

miles gave me the biggest side eye known to man as i laughed in the middle of the street, looking around for people possibly staring at us.

"i swear to god I'm gonna kill you when i get to your house."

this was fun to write lmao

I was really just writing anything that came to mind

I did this once after 7th grade in the summer with some friends so that’s what I based this on

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #milesmolasses #itsv

[bleedingoptimism]

part three: Frank

There’s no backstage in The Hideout, just a small bathroom and an old beat-up couch, but there are always a few bottles of water and Frank is incredibly thankful for that as he chugs one after the show.

The rest of the band is already up the front saying hi to everyone but Frank needed a moment, couldn’t really keep looking at Eddie sucking face with some random girl.

He can’t stop thinking about the look on Steve’s face as he walked away before the last song. And of course, he has no right to be mad at Eddie, technically he didn’t do anything wrong… Technically.

But he’s a little mad, he actually quite likes Steve. He always shows up at rehearsals with homemade food and constantly praises and encourages them about the band. He’s just a nice dude, so excuse him for being excited when he realized something might be going on between him and Eddie. He wanted them to be happy together, he thought they could be, that they deserved it.

But apparently, Eddie needs to get his head out of his ass for that to happen.

He goes back to his friends and thankfully Eddie is alone now, “What happened with whatsherface?” He asks.

“Pricilla? Told her I wanted to spend time with my friends, but she didn’t take it very well” Eddie smiles at him amused, “Told me to go fuck myself”

“Good for her” he murmurs and Eddie frowns but doesn’t comment on it, instead he looks around and groans, “Man I can’t believe Steve left without saying hi, what an asshole. Next time he shows up for rehearsal I’m not going to let him in.” He jokes.

Iit doesn’t land well.

Jeff snorts and Gareth cringes, “I don’t think he’ll show up for rehearsal dude.”

“What? Why?” Eddie asks him confused and Frank can’t help it, he laughs.

“There’s no way you are this dense man, seriously?”

“Excuse me?” Eddie growls but Frank doesn’t back down,

“Eddie, you flirted with him for months, asked him out to see you, and then stuck your tongue down someone else's throat in front of him! Of course, he’s not going to show up again!”

Eddie bleaches and his frown deepens “What are you talking about?! That’s not wha- Steve doesn’t care abo- And since when are you so close to him, uh?! What, he’s your friend now and I'm not?”

They are screaming at each other now and people around them are staring, and Frank actually fucking hates fighting, so he takes a deep breath and puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, smiles wearily at him,

“Eddie of course you are my friend but, you introduced us to this beautiful person, who is funny and nice, who brings us delicious homemade cookies and makes sure we stay hydrated… Who congratulates us when we get a riff right no matter how many times we got it wrong before and you expected us not to befriend him too?”

Eddie visibly slackens, all fight going out of him. He looks at Gareth and Jeff who just kind of nod at him but then Eddie’s eyes go huge and he looks at Frank scared, “Shit, Frank do you have a crush on Steve?”

“No, you dumb fuck! You do!” Great, now he’s back at screaming.

Gareth laughs and holds his hands up trying to apace them, “He knows he does Franky” he says.

“Well, then why the fuck did he kiss that girl then?” It’s Jeff who asks, who has been very quiet until now.

“Stop talking like I'm not her-” Eddie starts but Gareth interrupts him,

“Because he didn’t know Steve liked him back” he answers looking at Jeff but grabbing Eddie’s shoulder and squeezing it just a little too hard.

Eddie flinches and looks at all of them, trying to confirm what they all seem to know for sure, “I… fucked up didn’t I?” 

“Oh yeah,” They all answer at the same time.

part one

part two

part three (you are here!)

part four

part five

☕🥐💕 cafecito?

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #corroded coffin #i wrote something #ok so now that he knows he fucked up we can start working on fixing this... right? #right? #frank's part is kinda my favorite

[agirlcandream84]

Breakable Goods | Frank Castle Drabble

Summary: One careless mistake could alter your life, and Frank's, forever. Can he overcome the trauma of his past to make a future? Or will you decide not to give him the chance?

Frank Castle x Female Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Smut. Heavy angst. Mentions of pregnancy and abortion.

It was as though he knew but he couldn't possibly. No one knew. That was a secret you'd torture yourself with as long as you could manage. You just needed time. But you didn't have much of it.

Tender was hardly a word anyone would use to describe Frank Castle but that's what he'd been lately. Tender. His hand on the small of your back guiding you through the cereal aisle as though it were a crowded bar. Kissing your forehead and bringing you a fresh cup of tea as you spent hours on the couch watching Great British Bakeoff reruns. Carrying your behemoth haul of library books home, the canvas tote straps hoisted effortlessly from your shoulder without a word. Even the way he fucked you was gentle. Reverent. No longer propelled with lust and urgency, pounding you like you might disappear any second. He was tender-- the stinging girth of him unchanging but his force was slow and purposeful like you were fragile-- breakable goods.

His tenderness became an unbearable burden. After you'd spent months coaxing any glimmer of vulnerability from him -- cracking him open bit by bit-- patiently balancing his horrific loss with your promise of safety, his cautious vulnerability felt too painful to test. His solitude was by design-- afterall, vulnerability had gotten his family killed -- but you had promised. I'm here Frankie. I'm not going anywhere.

Now you stifled your sobs in the shower as the hot water pummeled your face, his brown eyes lined with those fucking crinkles when he smiled seared in your mind as you imagined what it would be like to tell him.

I'm sorry Frankie, I never meant it. I was careless.

You knew exactly when it happened--when you ruined the best thing you ever had. It was 10 weeks ago, when he came home banged up but not the worst you'd seen him. You'd cracked a joke before you saw the panic in his eyes. This one was bad, even if his body didn't carry the proof. He saw destruction that night that ignited old traumas and he spent the better part of the night fucking you with the desperation of someone who thought it was their last day on Earth. His tired body covered in sweat, his forehead pressed to yours as he slid his hardened cock in your spent walls cooing "just one more time sweetheart, I just need one more." You had run your hands through his hair and shushed him, gripping his shoulders as he painted your walls again.

You told yourself you'd fix it in the morning. You'd go to Duane Reade before your shift and get Plan B. It had been a busy week and you'd forgotten to refill your birth control. The thought tore through your mind as Frank came inside you the first time. You would have told him but the night before felt different-- an expression. He'd mumbled "I fucking love you so much sweetheart," the second time he came in you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sat in his lap. His hot breath huffing in your ear. It was the first time he'd said the words but you'd said them in your head for weeks, every time he walked out the door. "Bye Frankie, be safe," I love you.

But you didn't go to Duane Reed. That had been the morning that Kelly's cat died. You'd slept in, tired and achey from the night before, and Frank woke you as his fingers danced through your soaked petals. He slid his cock in you and fucked you slowly from behind, his finger flicking your swollen nub as you draped your leg across his hip. When your phone rang the first time he grumbled "need you a little longer honey" into the shell of your ear as your eyes rolled back in your head. By the time you'd returned Kelly's call you'd felt so terrible you bolted to her apartment and spent the morning with her and headed to your shift--your mind somewhere else.

It wasn't until a few weeks later when you'd gotten a sniff of your favorite tuna salad from the deli down the block and barely made it to the garbage can that the possibility even occurred to you. With your head stuffed in a NYC trash can, staring at someone's discarded pack of Malboro's, you started hyperventilating.

This time you didn't forget to go to Duane Reade. You bought a pregnancy test and took it in the bathroom at work, the two lines screaming at you. Your head screaming at you. Your heart screaming at you.

Frank doesn't want a replacement family.

You could never replace the family he lost.

This baby is a burden his heart can't handle.

From then on, each day felt like a countdown. You could only conceal it for so long before your body betrayed you. Your breasts had already begun to swell early on and at 10 weeks you were seeing the faintest bump, usually appearing by the evening. When Frank hovered above you with his cock inside you, you indulged yourself when his palm would land on your belly as he pumped you. You'd squeeze your eyes shut and pretend he knew-- his hand gently cupping his child within. Maybe Frank sensed the change subconsciously because whenever you did he'd slow his pace, long slow drags of his cock as he murmured that he'd always take care of you.

The horrible ugly part of you hoped something would happen so that you wouldn't have to make a hard choice. But one evening, after Frank stretched you and filled you so thoroughly until there was nothing left, you had seen spotting after you went to the bathroom. And that's when you knew, covering your mouth to stop from yelling for his help. Frank the baby! Something's happened! Instead, you went to the clinic alone the next day and heard the heartbeat. Strong and fast, with your own thundering in your ears. And in a way, the choice was made for you. You were keeping the baby.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank castle smut #frank castle fanfic #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher fanfiction #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #the punisher x reader #jon bernthal

[rosexxi]

hey! I saw you were asking for request so I thought maybe a Fred X reader?

they're obliviously in love with eachother and pinning and so on

they're trying to pull of a prank (don't know what or to who) and they have to pretend they're together, people believe them because it's nothing out of normal. when they say it's a joke, no one believes them. they finally realise it and the ending is you're choice. maybe a confession or something?

hope you like it?? if you don't dw you're not obliged to write it really<3

About Time 🦁⏰️

George grows tiresome of his brothers lack of attempts to confess to his love

fluff // f.w // x friend! reader

Wherever Fred and George were, you could find y/n. And whenever y/n was, the twins were close by. They had always been friends, ever since George let out a dungbomb on the train first year and y/n was sadly his victim. But nevertheless she found it hilarious and they became the mischievous trio that caused havock across Hogwarts.

Other students presumed you had a thing for one of them, or that they had a thing for you, but whenever someone would bring it up, you'd just laugh and say the very thought made you feel sick. You always saw them as your brothers and that's how it would always be.

However here you were sat across from Fred in the Gryffindor common room and there was something about him that had you staring into his eyes in an unusual way. Maybe he got a haircut? Or straightened his smile? Whatever it was had your entire world shook.

"I think that's what we should do." shrugged Fred.

"Not half bad Fred, your take y/n?" George asked. The three of you were staying up late trying to think up some great idea to help the Hogwart students loosen up. Everyone was greatly stressed due to the ever so lovely presence of Umbridge and it would be fun. The twins also had their plans to leave Hogwarts and thought this would be their grand way of saying goodbye.

"My what?" you replied caught off guard.

"Did you not hear anything of what I just said?" asked Fred.

George sniggered and poked you in your side. You rolled your eyes at him and got up from the comfy armchair. "Whatever. I'm fine with anything. Just tell me when and what, I'm off to bed now." And with a final stretch you left the common room.

"She was definitely checking you out mate." nodded George.

"Not this again," moaned Fred, "Just because I told you I think she's pretty doesn't mean she's got a fat crush on me. I'm off to bed too."

George rolled his eyes at his brother. Contrary to both of your beliefs, George seemed to be the only person (along with the entire hogwarts student body) to notice that the two of you were helplessly pining after each other. You had mentioned off hand comments about Fred to George. He wasn't stupid, he knew those comments and your stares could only mean one thing. Similarly he knew his brother better then he knew himself, Fred had had the biggest crush on you since first year. To be frank George was bored of this, and made it his mission to get one of you to confess before they were to leave.

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"Morning y/n." smiled Fred at you the next morning at breakfast.

You smiled at him in return as he took his place beside you. He ruffled your hair and took a grape from your plate.

"So here's an extra idea," began George, "Theres something that I need from Umbridge's office and as you know she has those rules about no couples. How about to distract her, you two act as a couple so I can go get it."

You and Fred stared at him with a blank expression. "Act as a couple?" stuttered Fred.

"Who'd believe that smartass?" you added.

"Trust me a lot of people would." George muttered under his breath, "Just do it for a few minutes and I'll be done before you know it." he winked before leaving the dinner table.

"Hah, the two of us." you chucked, shaking your head absentmindedly at the very thought.

"I know right, I'll have to tell George drinking this early is affecting his mind." He joked, but there was something in his tone that sounded as though his mind was somewhere else. He seemed quite absent these days, ever since the two had told you they were leaving Hogwarts.

"Is everything ok Freddy?" you asked with wide eyes.

Having been caught off guard by your question, he turned to meet your eyes. He stared for a minute before nodding gently. A warm smile creeping onto his face, "Cause it is y/n, come on lets go eat each others faces off."

On your way to Umbridge's office, you took it upon yourself to take his hand into yours. To make it more believable of course and definitely not because you wanted to feel his soft skin in yours.

"We're here, and she's there." Fred finally poined out. Umbridge was stood outside her office eyeing up the two of you.

"Well here goes nothing." You whispered as you cupped his face and pressed your lips into his. At first he seemed taken aback and stiff, but when he relaxed into your touch, it was like a million little fireworks erupted onto your lips. In that moment it didn't feel like you were acting, the way how his hand came to hold your waist and how he deepened the kiss felt natural. He allowed you to bite down onto his bottom lip gently and you snuck your tongue into his mouth.

"Eh children!" a shrieking voice interrupted.

You giggled into his lips and pulled away for a breath. You looked up at him, he towered over you as he always did. He had leaned onto the wall beside him slightly, his arm resting against it. He was looking down at you with the widest eyes, and in that moment you thought you could see the need for more on his face. And so with a wave of confidence, you grabbed his tie and pulled him back on to you. You enjoyed the kiss until you were pulled back by an angry looking Umbridge, and noticed a crowd had appeared around the two of you.

"Three weeks detention the both of you." and as she marched away, you sarcastically bowed to her back as the crowd clapped at your rebellious behaviour.

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"So did you get what you needed George?" you asked at dinner.

George didn't reply, instead he nodded with a wide grin.

The entire school seemed to be talking about what had happened before. And not many of them seemed to be too shocked.

Fred had gone to his room and was not present at dinner. He mentioned he had not felt well.

"It's a shame with Fred and y/n I guess, I was going to ask her out ages ago." You heard someone from the Hufflepuff table say.

"What do you mean? We're not actually together." you laughed as you turned to see two hufflepuffs in your year.

"Yeah course not." one of them said.

"Everyone knows you've been together since like forever." the other added.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, "no we haven't. Tell them George."

But George did not tell them, and instead raised his eyebrows at you.

"Your little show said otherwise." the hufflepuff boy said lastly before turning back to his food.

Ok maybe there was some slight truth to what he had said. Friends don't kiss like that. But thats all you were friends. Right? Fred had been your closest friend for the past 6 years and nothing more. Sure as of recent he had been catching your eye in a different way, but maybe that was just the hormones speaking.

"Just go y/n. The two of you are driving me round the bend." George groaned.

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You knocked at his door. The rush of adrenaline you had initially felt when George hinted Fred liked you more than friends had now disappeared and reality had hit you like a bus. You were going to confess to your best friend and potentially ruin your friendship, well you say confess but you still weren't 100 percent sure what your feelings were.

"Tell me that kiss meant something to you." You blabbed when he opened the door. He stared at you for a moment before nodding.

"Of course it did y/n." he muttered as he opened the door fully allowing you to step in.

"Because, recently I've been feeling something and I don't know what it is. And everyone acts as though it's normal for us to kiss. But I don't know I really don't. And you've been quiet recently, I didn't know if you didn't like me like that. I don't want to ruin the friendship."

"y/n, darling your blabbing," he smiled, and it was that mischievous smile that you had not seen in a while, "I guess your less of a coward then me because you've finally brought up the conversation. But I'm different, I know exactly my feelings for you."

"And what are they?" you whispered.

"I love you. I've always known, but I didn't want to ruin anything. And I've been quiet recently because well me and George are leaving, I can't start something and then just leave."

"But you're not leaving forever, we can still talk and theres the holidays. And when I finish school I can come help out at the shop till I get a real job." you suggested, holding his hands.

He brought up one of your hands to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the side of it.

"I'm sorry y/n I should have told you earlier."

"Don't be sorry Freddy, at least now I know for sure I love you too."

He leaned down and kissed you. But this time it was much softer, he kissed you as though you were the most fragile thing.

The sound of clapping disrupted the two of you and you turned to see George stood in the doorway clapping slowly.

"About bloody time."

#harry potter masterlist #harry potter x reader #harry potter fluff #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley imagine #ron weasly x reader #ron weasley #george weasley

[watchmorecinema]

Yukio Mishima has been trending this week for uh, reasons. He was a world renowned Japanese author and all of his work is overshadowed by his actions on November 25, 1970. You might not want to read more about this guy because he is horrible and disgusting, but he's utterly fascinating and the movie about him is brilliant.

He's a really interesting character, to the point that he sounds fictional. He's gay, obsessed with ritualistic death, a right wing lunatic, led a private militia that was halfway to a cult, and also was a legitimately great author. His life is covered in the film Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters and it's easily the most beautiful film I've seen in my life. Look at the stills I posted above; every frame of this movie looks like that. It's all just a series of beautiful paintings with people living in them.

The way the film is structured is that it tells the story of his life in three ways. His past is told in black and white flashbacks with static cameras. This is closer to how a movie from the 50's would look like (specifically ones directed by Yasujirō Ozu). The events of three of his books are told with this beautifully stylized look, with sets that look like stage plays. The events of November 25, 1970 is told in an almost normal fashion, with regular colors and competent camerawork. The past is nostalgic, the present is mundane and only in fantasy can you truly come alive.

Through this movie we see the ideology of Mishima coming through. His nationalism, his sexual feelings and his thoughts on beauty and death all come together. Death isn't just a violent and tragic end, it is in itself a beautiful act. Beauty is the only true goal of life and creating beauty brings honor. Growing old and ugly is an act of hate; to die at your peak is to give love back to the world. It is therefore treasonous to live long enough to die peacefully. He pities what heaven must look like now; when men died young and beautiful it was paradise, but now it is filled with old men.

This is an objectively insane way to view the world but it is also fascinating. How much of this was what he believed, and how much of it was just begging for attention? In one instance when asked why he moved to the right politically he said "because the left was full". It was a joke answer, but he clearly wanted to be in the spotlight. His shield society was a paramilitary group dedicated to living a virtuous life of beauty, honor and old ideals. It was also a group of good looking, athletic young men led by a (barely) closeted, conservative gay man. So much of his life could have gone differently but also he was pretty much in control the whole time; he was independently wealthy and revered on the world stage. He could do whatever he wanted, and apparently the way his life went *is* what he wanted.

What's special about Mishima, both in the film and in real life, is that he's a smart and eloquent guy. In films the guy with a crazy worldview is someone like Travis Bickle from Taxi Driver or D-Fens from Falling Down. Travis couldn't understand the alienation and loneliness he felt and he couldn't find any healthy solutions. D-Fens was smart enough but not emotionally strong enough to confront his problems or deal with them maturely. These are people that could benefit greatly from therapy (other examples include Joker from Joker, Rupert Pupkin from the King of Comedy, Frank Murdoch from God Bless America, Patrick Bateman from American Psycho, Tyler Durden from Fight Club and so, so many more).

These are either 20 something year olds that are lost in the world, alienated and lonely, or 40 something year olds with a mid life crisis when they realize that everything has fallen apart. People who don't know where to go, or realize it's too late to change things. Travis Bickle had basically no friends, no family, no charisma with women and a lot of rage and anger. D-Fens lost his job, his self respect and was estranged from his ex-wife and daughter. These are people who's lives are shit at best (Patrick Bateman is a bit of a subversion. He is rich and successful, but his life is completely hollow, his relationships are shallow and he personally is very, very pathetic. I need to write about American Psycho later that film is great too.).

Mishima is different. He's smart enough to understand his issues and how to find help. He's got the money and means to do so. He's famous and rich enough that he could basically get away with anything weird or eccentric so long as it was harmless. On the world stage he was a popular author, and at home he led a life of political activism. If he was unhappy he could easily find healthy ways to fix it. His self destruction was the most avoidable of any of them, yet he's the only one that existed in real life. You expect these people to have serious personality flaws and unfixable (or seemingly unfixable) problems, not to be poetic writers that adhere to healthy living and regularly journal about their emotions, while enjoying respect from their peers and fulfillment in their work.

It's a hell of a film. Paul Schrader has not written or directed anything better (he actually wrote Taxi Driver too, so he had some experience with this type of character before) and it stands out as an incredible experience to watch. Like, Mishima's life is public knowledge and you can probably guess how it went, but I've purposefully not said what happened on November 25, 1970 because I don't want to spoil it. It's an event that actually happened but it's better for you to find out via the film than some wikipedia page.

#film #movie #cinema #paul schrader #yukio mishima #mishima: a life in four chapters #taxi driver #martin scorsese #patrick bateman #american psycho #travis bickle #rupert pupkin #the king of comedy #joker #joker (2019) #god bless america #Frank Murdoch #D-Fens #falling down #fight club #tyler durden #Yasujirō Ozu #japanese film #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #lgbtq

[chloe-caulfield94]

Chloe has been a "good good influence" on Max

In Episode 3, having heard Max utter her first "hella", Chloe joked that she was a "good bad influence" on Max. On the surface level, that remark referred to Max becoming more "cool" by hanging out with Chloe, but I think that Chloe's influence on Max went far beyond superficial (and ultimately unimportant) things like style and fashion.

When they were reunited, Chloe was at the lowest point in her life. She was barely functioning, or outright non-functioning in all her social roles. She was in danger both physically (of being murdered) and emotionally (of drowning in her own sorrow). So when Max rescued her from certain death, made her smile and laugh for the first time in years and made her feel like she had a reason to stay in Arcadia Bay, it was very easy to see the positive influence she had on Chloe's life.

But the way I see it, Chloe had a similarly profound (and positive) influence on Max's life.

Chloe saved Max in the parking lot, giving her a timely ride. In the boys' dorms in Episode 4, she shielded Max with her own body from an armed and enraged Nathan (on those two occasions Chloe worked in tandem with Warren, but I don't think it cheapens Chloe's - or Warren's - efforts. Helping others is not a zero-sum game, where only one person can get the full credit). In the version of events where Frank lunged to Max's throat, knife in hand, Chloe stopped him by shooting him in the leg. And on Friday, Chloe dragged unconscious Max all the way from the beach to the lighthouse, while the world was ending around them.

Even more importantly, Chloe helped Max on a deeper, emotional level. Max had her own demons to fight, even if their existence wasn't so obvious to the outside observer as it was with Chloe's. Sometimes people hurt under the surface.

Before being reunited with Chloe, Max struggled with self-doubt, lack of confidence and propensity to constantly second-guess herself. She was so unsure of her worth that she couldn't even submit a photograph for a silly school contest, choosing to rip it up instead of putting a part of herself up for others to see (and judge). That dreadful feeling of inadequacy impacted all facets of Max's life.

The reactions Max's classmates have when she chats them up in Episode 1 show that over a month into the school year, her self-doubt and lack of confidence prevented her from making any serious social headways. "You never talk. Just zone out with your camera" (Juliet). "Max, you're smart to be a loner here" (Dana). "Hey, I know you. You're the new quiet girl" (Stella, in response to "Hey there, Stella").

How is it even possible that the same girl, barely four days later, told a serial killer to "eat shit and die" while bound in his torture chamber, before driving a car through a hurricane? What happened to her in the meantime? Or rather WHO happened to her in the meantime?

Throughout the week, on multiple occasions Chloe gave Max exactly the sort of life advice she needed to hear. "It's time to start moving forward in time". "Stop being so goddamn humble. You're like the smartest, most talented person I've ever known". "Once you get over yourself, you're going to make the world bow". "Every great artist gets rejected before they get accepted. So you have to enter a photo". "Stop beating yourself up". "You're kind and caring. Nobody could have a better best friend". "You need to accept how awesome you are". "You're Maxine Caulfield... and you're amazing".

Chloe's advice was simple and straightforward, but that doesn't make it any less helpful, wise or heartfelt. And the constant affirmation and praise must've been like manna from the heavens for someone struggling with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt.

Max's and Chloe's relationship has always been a two-way street. They both saved each other, in ways different and alike. Only standing side by side they had a chance at defeating their demons.

Chloe's demon was hopelessness. The fear that not a single person would choose to stand by her. That she would have no one to go through life with. This is why she grasped so hard at Rachel's idea to leave Arcadia Bay. Because before Max's return, the dream of skipping town with Rachel was the only piece of hope for a better tomorrow Chloe had left. So she held on to it, even after Rachel left her a letter describing how she had met someone new and exciting. And she kept searching for Rachel, even though you didn't have to be a pessimist to conclude that she was in all likelihood dead. But then someone unexpected, yet very much desired, reappeared and stayed at Chloe's side.

When the Storm hit, Max's and Chloe's demons, feeling the stranglehold they used to have over their victims loosen, launched a desperate, last-ditch attack.

Max's demon, self-doubt, sent her a nightmarish vision that was supposed to make her second-guess all her choices, efforts and sacrifices. Did I do the right thing? Was she worth all that? Does she really care about me? Or is she just using me? And finally, the demon wearing Max's face tried to tempt her into nipping in the bud something that would blossom into a good and beautiful flower. Just like it successfully had tempted her into tearing up a photograph that would've won the contest. Only this time the stakes were infinitely higher - love, life and the future.

Chloe's demon tried to claw from her that one last bit of hope for a better tomorrow she had left. How could she want to be with me, now that she has seen how broken I am, what the price is for being with me? And the demon was victorious. So Chloe gave up and opened a door for Max to leave. "I don't blame you for wanting me out of your life". "You proved that over and over again... even though I don't deserve it. I'm so selfish". "Maybe you've just been delaying my real destiny... [...] I know I've been selfish, but for once I think I should accept my fate... our fate".

Ultimately, the fate of the battle was decided by one final, dramatic blow, as is often the case when heroes face off against demons. Holding the butterfly photograph, Max had the power to slay both demons. Or to let them win. To prove them right. To admit that for Chloe there was no hope for better days. And that Max would never stop second-guessing her choices. Not for anyone. Not even for someone who was her number one priority, the only thing that mattered to her.

I choose to believe that Max Caulfield, the hero, standing amidst the howling winds, clad in her newly-found confidence like a suit of armour, slew two demons with one blow, dealt with the most powerful weapon in all of creation - love.

#Max Caulfield #Chloe Price #Pricefield #Life is Strange #LiS

[janamelie]

Rocky Horror Stage Show Review

As a glance at my blog will tell you, I rarely post about “Rocky Horror” as it’s not my main fandom, but I’ve loved it for 30 years and have just attended a stage show for the first time since the 90s so am writing down my thoughts for my own benefit and sharing here.

I was aware that the current production is somewhat different both from the film and the stage show I saw back in 1994 starring Jonathon Morris.  (Yes, I am a Gen Xer and was heartened to see how many others in my age bracket attended, many in costume.)

If anyone’s curious, this was the earlier Friday performance at Wolverhampton Grand Theatre in the UK.

I’ll get the negative part out of the way first and it’s nothing to do with the actual show.  Unfortunately there was someone near me who had an ongoing argument with someone who was with her throughout the show and at times it interfered with my enjoyment.  (It definitely wasn’t audience participation; I know the difference.)

She carried on doing it after the interval despite being spoken to by staff.  During Columbia’s emotional “I loved you!” speech, “Toucha-toucha-touch me” and other quieter parts it spoiled it a bit for me.  After the show ended a bloke in full Frank drag told her off publicly for “being an arsehole” and I'm afraid to say she deserved it.  If you’re not interested in a show, stay at home and don’t ruin it for the rest of us.

Science Fiction, Double Feature

I love this song and the Usherette’s actress performed it well, getting into the spirit of things straight away with stockings and wiggles.

Dammit Janet

Another really catchy song and the actors handled it well.  They both have strong singing voices which is good as I have seen a Brad who wasn’t that great in that respect.

The Narrator’s first appearance was amusing as he ad-libbed in response to the standard insults thrown at Brad and Janet: “They can hear you, you know!” (The actors were currently frozen onstage so he could do his bit and he joked they weren’t allowed to move or there would be dire punishments.)

The Narrator was a highlight throughout - it really does improve on the film version when the pompous character is actually in on the joke and interacting.

Over At The Frankenstein Place

Well performed again and I enjoyed the audience holding up coloured lights to accompany it.  Riff-Raff’s first appearance got so much applause he just started singing right over it.

The majority of the audience seemed to have seen the show before or at least the film although the Narrator did jokily “spoil” them with his line “Stranger than a sex-crazed transvestite from outer space - whoops, spoilers!”

A word on the audience callbacks which have of course been a staple since the 70s.  There was a reasonable amount but not too much.  I have seen shows which were closer to the film and people would yell after almost every line which got a bit much so this was just about right.

Our hapless couple enter the Castle and are immediately surrounded by Riff Raff, Magenta and Columbia who play it more as pantomime villains than in the film but this doesn’t bother me as theatre doesn’t have close-ups and needs to play to the gallery.  The Eddie plotline is hinted at and then of course it’s…

The Time Warp

What can I say about this one?  Always a showstopper and had everyone on their feet.  Brilliant.  Columbia got to do her tap solo which was a highlight as it is in the film.  And we’ve barely recovered from that before…

Sweet Transvestite

Woohoo.  Frank’s actor was great, as charismatic and confident as you need to be for that part.  He embraced the sensual nature of the role and had physical interactions with practically everyone, even Dr Scott and in the encore, the Narrator by ripping aside his trousers to reveal stockings and suspenders.

The lab scene whizzes by and soon it’s Rocky’s entrance with…

The Sword Of Damocles

Thoughts on Rocky’s characterisation - of course in the film they went for a non-actor who was well-muscled as required for the role and had him only speak when singing.  I actually think Peter Hinwood’s performance works really well as the whole point of Rocky is that he’s just been born and everything is new to him.

But in the stage show Rocky speaks and is more openly rebellious, even telling Frank to piss off twice.  This tends to mean casting a professional actor who isn’t as muscular as Frank’s dialogue implies but that wasn’t an issue here - the actor had both acting chops and muscles.  The relationship between Rocky and Frank is a lot closer to equal.

Rocky compliments Frank on his “good job with the bodywork” and we go into…

I Can Make You A Man

I’m going to be honest, this is probably my least favourite “RH” song which isn’t to say I don’t like it.  I just don’t share Frank’s muscle fetish.  But it was well staged and leads into one of my favourites…

Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?

This song rocks hard and Eddie’s actor did it justice.  Not sure it got quite as much applause as it deserved but I get it - we’ve just met him, he’s taken the focus off Frank and is about to be unceremoniously killed for that.  I adore the way the film stages the song with all the Transylvanians rocking out too.

So Frank chases Eddie offstage with a chainsaw and returns to reprise “I Can Make You A Man”.  I’ll add here that as far as I’m concerned, no production which includes this blatantly queer, unashamedly lustful song is in danger of becoming too “mainstream”.  Frank was all over Rocky, complete with gyrating.  Even this audience which were certainly the most tolerant in that respect that I’ve been in still reacted to the stronger parts.  Mostly with approval though.

I realise that things have changed since the 90s in that respect and as an elder queer myself, it warms my heart.  I do think it’s partly that the plot of “Rocky Horror” is better known now.  And thank God for that as I don’t need to be in another audience who apparently thought they’d come to watch “The Sound Of Music” and nearly walked out.

After the interval, it’s directly into the bedroom seduction scenes which are staged a bit differently from the film and earlier stage shows - we go straight into (strongly) implied oral sex with first Janet and then Brad, both of whom only then find out that it’s Frank rather than their fiance / fiancee respectively.  After which both agree to more sex without too much persuasion needed, as long as Frank doesn’t tell anyone.  

All I’m going to say is that “Rocky Horror” has always been problematic.  It’s basically an X-rated panto and taking it seriously is kind of missing the point.  I enjoy analyses of it though.  But when you’re watching it live the music tends to override all that as it’s such a good time.

The production manages to make the Frank / Brad sex scene even more gay by having Riff Raff pop up next to them. Nothing happens as he’s just there to tell Frank that Rocky’s loose but for a second you think there’ll be a m/m/m threesome.  Which would of course fit the undercurrent in both show and film that Riff Raff at least is attracted to Frank if maybe not vice versa.

I hope I’m remembering this next part in sequence.  Janet enters the lab feeling guilty and upset and meets Rocky who’s hiding from Frank (the aforementioned woman who wouldn’t shut up meant I missed part of the dialogue and it differs from the film.  Grrr).

I think Rocky says something to raise Janet’s suspicions so she uses the monitor to search the Castle’s rooms and gets an eyeful of Frank and Brad getting it on.  I’ve never been clear as to whether her hypocritical shock is due to the fact that Brad’s having gay sex whereas she had straight sex but at least it leads to another of my faves…

Touch-a touch-a touch me

I love this in the film and it was well done here.  My only quibble is that Magenta and Columbia were up in the rafters and just provided a chorus rather than the full-on sapphic frisson which Patricia Quinn and Little Nell treat us to in the film.  But I guess it would be hard to make that work on stage.

Exit Janet and Rocky, enter Brad who also uses the monitor and sees his beloved with Rocky.  I’m not sure how much emotional sense it makes for him to then launch into…

Once In A While

But I don’t care because this was actually a highlight which it’s never been before in stage productions I’ve seen.  I understand it being cut from the film as it would have killed the momentum stone dead.

But in this frantically paced stage production it’s a welcome quiet moment and as I said before, Brad’s actor had the voice to pull it off without the Narrator needing to take the piss out of him to keep audience interest.  

Oddly though, Janet reappears in the rafters and sings along with the latter part of the song which makes no sense since she’s supposed to be shagging Rocky right now.  I suppose it’s a way to indicate she’s having second thoughts about wrecking her relationship which fits how the show leaves Janet and Brad, hinting they’ll reconcile.

Followed by Frank whipping Riff Raff (offstage of course, they don’t want to cause actual bodily harm to an actor) for letting Rocky escape and wailing about Rocky’s betrayal as he finds it out via that extremely convenient plot device, the monitor.  Via which they also notice Dr Scott’s arrival.

Once Scott’s inside, Rocky and Janet reappear and we get that hilarious repeated “Janet!”  “Dr Scott!” etc exchange which was milked for maximum humour, ending in Rocky telling Frank to piss off which was a bit jarring for me being such a film aficionado.  Although Hinwood’s glare does kind of imply that.

Dr Scott brings up Eddie and rather than the film’s “unknowing cannibalism” scene we just get the actors passing a joint of meat around and pantomiming shock which is fine by me as that bit is gross, let’s face it.  

It’s like that meme - I can excuse murder, very dubious consent and incest but I draw the line at cannibalism.  Nah, just kidding, it doesn’t bother me that much.

Eddie’s Teddy

A nice ensemble number which I don’t have much to say about.  Fine.

Planet Schmanet Janet

Good song which delivers the necessary exposition regarding the Floor Show, followed by Columbia snapping and confronting Frank about how he uses people but instead of getting frozen as in the film she’s hit with drugged gas and has a lengthy trip played for laughs.

Not sure about this change as surely it’s enough to have her frozen like the others to explain her continued participation.  It changes the situation from Columbia voluntarily staying in the Castle even though she knows Frank doesn’t love her to her actively deciding to leave until she’s hit with the gas.  Not keen.

Having frozen everyone except Magenta and Riff Raff, Frank reacts to her question about when they’ll return to Transylvania by saying their loyalty will be rewarded and this is interestingly different from the film.  He says “You will discover that when the mood takes me, I can be quite generous” and pulls at her legs (she’s seated) in a way which makes it blindingly obvious he means sexually.

Her retort “I ask for nothing, Master” happens as Riff Raff chases Frank away from her in an obvious nod to their incestuous relationship (yes, we do get the “My most beautiful sister” line).  I really didn’t get the sense that Magenta has any sexual interest in Frank even in this production let alone in the film.  Riff Raff, on the other hand, is jealous as hell of him but also wants him.  (Although I was seated to the far side so may have missed some nuances.)

So, to the Floor Show.  “Rose Tint My World” is such a banger.  It was beautifully staged with stunning costumes and lighting as Columbia, Rocky, Brad and finally Janet pop through the curtains in their basques, stockings and suspenders in rapid succession for their solo verses and then Frank makes his starring entrance for “Don’t Dream It, Be It” and “Wild And Untamed Thing”.  Love it.

Then of course Riff Raff and Magenta crash the party and Frank pleads for his life with “I’m Going Home” which was sung and performed beautifully and again, got so much applause that the actors had to talk over it.   

Frank takes the time during it to have affectionate moments with all four of his most recent paramours which is a nice touch, especially as he seems genuinely upset when Columbia tries to shield him from Riff Raff and is mercilessly shot dead.  For a moment at least, then self-preservation takes over.  But in vain, and he and Rocky also die.  I’m sentimental (sorry Magenta, don’t kill me) so I like the confirmation that Rocky clearly did feel something for Frank even if he was scared of him.

Riff Raff orders Dr Scott to leave but not Brad and Janet.  Clearly an oversight somewhere as the Castle takes off into space in an impressive special effects explosion and there they still are to perform “Super Heroes”.  They first walk away from each other then change their minds, hug and walk off together, hinting all is not lost for their relationship.

The sweetly melancholy tone continues for the “Science Fiction, Double Feature” reprise.  But like the film, they’re nice enough to leave us on a higher note, in this instance by bringing the whole cast back onstage for an encore of the “Time Warp” (this time including Frank which I love) and part of “Sweet Transvestite”.

Excellent decision both to leave us on a musically upbeat note and to (sort of) fix the ending which does kind of fit the “Kill your gays” trope.  I know that’s because the show is a celebration of old sci-fi films which usually did kill anyone even remotely like Frank but these days, who cares how awful he is if considered realistically?  He’s not real, he’s literally an alien and there is no reason he has to die except for drama, so bring him back at the end.  He’s too good to waste.

So that’s it.  I had a great time and as always loved the inclusive atmosphere.

#rocky horror show #rocky horror #rocky horror picture show #rhps

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (19)

@tastetherainbow290 this was CRAZY and very long i read A LOT

chapter 51

"I love him so much. It tears me apart that I can't make him see just how special he is." i need a james

james and remus being friends

“The Hallows would sooner believe Sirius fell in love with the actual moon before they believed he fell in love with a servant” 😭😭

these fools need to hug each other

they told each other their birthdays! look at them opening up to each other

sirius is so cute just talking to the moon

lily mention 

regulus being mad bc he fell asleep on sirius 😭

“Sirius will sleep when he's dead, and hey, that'll probably arrive for him sooner rather than later. Silver lining? Bad joke.” YEAH IT WAS A BAD JOKE

day three! they’re going to escape today right? i hope 

sibling moment

more weird creatures?!

AUGUSTA NO

SHE LIVES!!! huzzah alice

yes emmeline 

“"You know," Sirius muses, "if James were here, he'd be beat-boxing right now."” sirius’ name is so ironic bc that man is NEVER serious 😭

regulus calling james his fiancé ❤️‍🩹

sirius 😭

“I am going to be sexy until the day I die” yes you are sirius

“Did he know he was engaged prior to Regulus announcing it when he sent the bagel? No. Is he going to protest it? Also no.” james is the realest ever

WHAT ARE THEY DOING

i’m gonna cry omg

i know regulus makes it but why would they torment him like this. 

evan 💔

YES

i am jumping with joy rn

chapter 52

boggarts?!

oh no so many warnings for this chapter

dorcas!

lucius?! 

the boggart 😧

oh!

they’re making into a competition of course they are

"You remind me of my Alphard. He cared so much it killed him." 💔

biological warfare 😧

VANITY 💔

sirius lost regulus AGAIN?!

oh!

narcissa?!

vanity 💔

JAMES?!

oh it’s a boggart

poor reg he just can’t catch a break

this is so sad omg i am actually going to cry

marlene!!!!! huzzah!!!

cannibalism as a metaphor for love 

“she could have put it though his chest. he wishes she did.” 💔

fiancé 🤭

oh no

AUGUSTA 💔

i’m crying omg

i love alice

this is so sad

poor frank omg 💔

oh no bellatrix has found sirius

no he’s dissociating 

i know sirius is alive but OMG

bellatrix doing what she does in order of the phoenix when she kills sirius ah stop it don’t do this to me

rip bellatrix black you will not be missed 🙏 

HE LIVES!!!!!

“bellatrix died with tears on her cheeks” WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

alice ☹️

poor frank omg 

“we’re starting a war” AHHHH i love you dorcas

chapter 53

narcissa ☹️

james finding out about his district ☹️

oh i forgot about mary i hope she is safe

i forgot dorcas didn’t know about remus

oh!

i really hope remus didnt leave omg

effie!!!!

lily what

“Euphemia passes her thumb over the letter in her pocket and really, really hopes that Remus is included in that.” we are all hoping

mary! she is safe

the great hall 😯

enemies to lovers marylily endgame?!

sybill 😭

i still am confused on so bingley is

kingsley and sybill love

barty and amos 😭😭

“i don’t even like men” “you do not darling” i love barty

sybill is HILARIOUS how did she not know she was in a relationship with someone

sybill telling everyone about their Secret mission

barty too?! okay everyone’s just getting in on this i guess

barty seducing amos into letting them go on the mission he is So Funny i love him so much 

thunderbird thieves ATE

oh no james what happened

REMUS LEFT NO

poor pandora ☹️ she has to leave her dying father behind that is so sad

uh oh 😧

james saving the day as always

revolution!

lily: “we have this under control.” meanwhile everyone in the background screaming that they’re all going to die 😭

the ring is a tracker!

dorcas being a prepared queen 

“"You're crazy," Rodolphus states. "I like crazy." "I like women," Dorcas replies. "Only."” icon behavior i love dorcas so much

rodolphus being a respectful king

mission mission mission

oh no the password

POPPY!

marlene what are you doing

oh no no no no

they got regulus thank god but they can’t leave sirius behind

oh no oh no oh no

why would you end the chapter like this

guys my heart is beating so fast rn i’m not even joking and i have to end here bc i have to go back to school ahhhh 

chapter 54

oh no everything is going wrong

dorcas literally Killing It

“At one point, James runs out of bullets, looks at his gun, then just throws it at the Auror in front of him” 😭

remus kill count: 2

eek

james and his bleeding heart

FRANK NO

dorcas telling james about sirius why is this chapter so sad

james what are you doing

oh. remus doesn’t know about sirius

barty 😭

marlene 😧

MARLENE!!!!!

ugh snape

voldy 😧

sirius in azkaban that is FOUL

chapter 55

kingsley 💔

poor andromeda ☹️

effie ❤️‍🩹

i’m gonna cry ahhhh

LILY

oh no

poor remus omg 💔

“revived six years later just to disintegrate before her very eyes.” oh

lowkey forgot about aberforth

boooo dumbledore 🍅🍅🍅

chapter 56

sirius being chronically bored

sirius calling voldy a dead fish 😭

sirius is a certified yapper

sirius just. swallowing voldy’s blood 😭

WHO IS BINGLEY

OHHH HES MARY’S BROTHER

marylily? marylily. 

remus and lily friendship ❤️‍🩹

lily being in love with mary <3

effie ❤️‍🩹

marlene ☹️

barty and rodolphus? okay

opulent another vocab word

JAMES

chapter 57

of course it didn’t pick up with james’ pov. 

pandora being an oblivious queen 😭

dorcas being lily’s The One That Got Away ☹️

lily 😭

lily ☹️

mary next ahhhh

kiss kiss kiss

afhhhhh i need jegulus happenings its been too long

this is so sad ☹️☹️☹️

“aturally, Regulus freezes like a startled hare under the gaze of a watchful wolf.” get it bc remus is a werewolf

nooo don’t fight

yay they’re friends again 

"Dumbledore of the Albus variety” 😭

JAMES?!

james….

“and he's so nervous and full of anxious anticipation that he's struck with the impulse to beat-box.” JAMES 😭😭😭

sirius 😧

“you’re hot” then sirius 😭😭

"Are you, like, allergic to prison?" 

prongsfoot is prongsfooting

☹️

chapter 58

ALBUS AND ARIANA WERE IN THE SAME HUNGER GAMES?!

ALBUS VOLUNTEERED FOR ABERFORTH?!

side note — i love that their names are albus and aberforth and then theres just 💫ariana💫

regulus is learning all the lore

so grindelwald killed ariana? and that’s why albus killed him?

albus dumbledore, always pacing in his office. 

regulus is so regulus

"If I can't persuade the leader in you, then let me persuade the man who knows what it is to be in love, let me persuade the brother you are. I love James, and Sirius is my brother. Please."

"We have a deal."  HUZZAH!

dora you are a little icon 

sprout! 

trojan horse 😧

ahhhh wolfstar and jegulus happenings will be happening soon 

marleneee don’t be mean to the love of your life

this is sad

i’m giving you an all tomato. which means you give me the whole tomato, or else.

they’re swapping…. please don’t die marlene

the way mary and sirius are always together briefly in every fanfic 

MARYLILY KISS!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! a cheek kiss but a kiss nonetheless 

barty 😭😭

oh regulus

effie 😭 god i love her

barty is so barty 

DID HE JUST BREAK SOME RANDO’S ARM 😭 REGULUS WHAT THE HECK MAN valid honestly. defend your man’s honor.

“needless to say regulus ends up in solitary” yeah we all saw that coming

aberforth! he’s really starting to grow on me

regulus is so regulus

pomona having an Extensive Wine Collection is so real

why does marlene have it out for lily (i mean i know why but they need to Be Friends)

oh are they Being Friends now?

yes they are and i love them ❤️‍🩹

chapter 59

ugh snape

why is this literally the red scare

OH WAIT is severus dumbledore’s ‘source’

“Potter is a fool, no doubt about it, but he isn't the biggest fool in this room. No, that honor goes to Riddle.” bars

did anyone else stop breathing when they read the suffocation part

"Now, I present you with my own to do something that's very on brand for James and I, which is me arguing with literally everything he just said."

“Oh, yeah, Sirius remembers what he did. He got sexy.” 😭😭 sirius 

“My pasta is calling my name, you have no idea." ME FR

of course remus is volunteering to go get sirius

😧

sirius you did not just say “welp” 😭😭😭

i miss evan 💔

oh!

i hate that remus knows exactly where sirius is but also yay for the mission?

sirius nooo

eeeeee they’re kissing but can they Get Out Of There

"He never got to eat his pasta." 😭

dead body chute 💀

ok severus

ok i have to read another chapter…

chapter 60

james 😧

dorcas is So In Love and i lover i love dorlene

pomona 💔

i hope this has a happy ending 

"The world doesn't revolve around me, Dorcas." "Mine does." I LOVE DORLENE

bingley!

i love bingley and lily being friends

MARYLILY!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!! ITS HAPPENING!!!!!!

oh?

“hope can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.” dumbledore core

they’re immune ?!

DID SIRIUS GET IMMUNITY FROM INGESTING VOLDYS BLOOD 😭

regulus climbed the tree?! i am proud of him ❤️‍🩹

i’m crying

“he needs his glasses”

effie ☹️

“Before Regulus ever found the sun in James, Sirius was the brightest light he knew; his guiding star.” ❤️‍🩹

crying still

chapter 61

james pov!

he’s high 😭

“no! my skin” 😭😭

“what did the big flower say to the little flower? hey there bud” james im in love with you

“I love you because you're you. And you—you're my friend, Remus.” ❤️‍🩹

"We're alone, love." ahhhhhhh jegulus is So Back

baby

molly got glasses for james omg 

fab and gid 💔

eeee they’re kissing 

"I love you, James. I loved you from the start, I love you now, and I'll love you for as long as love is something that exists—and, if it ever stops existing, I'll reinvent it just for you."

🎶confess i loved you from the start🎶

remu and sirius

sirius you can’t just tell remus you think you should break up ?!

no don’t break up ?!

remus 😧

huzzah!

they’re kissing again

should i end here while it’s happy(ish)? i think i will i read so much today

#crimson rivers

[m4gp13]

Can we talk about how badly Frank was done dirty??? There are lots of reasons for this but I'm specifically going to look at his whole thing with Leo because that part hits closer to home. When I was reading HOO, I always looked forward to Frank's chapters because I related to him so much more than the other characters entirely because of his experience as the victim of Leo's bullying. When he made a mention that he was just waiting for Leo to make a mention about his short-lived gorilla transformation? That part hit hard.

I kept waiting for a chapter or even a little dialogue exchange where Frank or someone else calls Leo out for his shitty behaviour and makes him think critically about his actions. He tells his jokes to protect himself but doesn't consider the harm they cause to others. And he was especially mean to Frank for no reason. You could argue that he had an internalised rivalry with him because of the weird Hazel love triangle but while we know that Frank likes her (he and Hazel were dating when they met Leo) from what I remember we don't really get much from Leo about his feelings towards Hazel. We know he cares about her but we never really get a sense that he wants to get with her and we certainly don't see him thinking about Hazel the same way he was thinking about Thalia or Khione.

It just feels like he was being shitty to Frank mostly out of pettiness at best and just for the fun of it at worst. He never missed an opportunity to have a dig at him and the worst part is that FRANK KNOWS THIS. After the gorilla incident, he was bracing himself for whatever joke Leo would make about it! But then Frank magically turns buff and it stops being an issue? What the fuck? Frank's Magical Girl transformation into a hot guy is just so, so lazy on Rick's part because A) it makes the only plus-sized person in the main cast a conventionally attractive muscle jock, B) it acts as an easy way to bypass Frank's character development and C) it gives Leo an easy out so he never has to reckon with his gross bullying because Frank turns hot and suddenly Leo's okay with respecting him now? What's that supposed to imply? That Leo only bullied him because he was fat and now that he isn't Leo doesn't find it funny to make fun of him? Or that now he's too scared of his muscles to take the piss?

As someone who's been bullied, particularly for being the chubby kid, I found it so disgusting. I know Leo's a bit of a fan favourite but I just hated him the whole way through HOO because he was just so shitty and never had to change his views. He just shut up one day and it was all fine and dandy.

And it's not like there weren't opportunities to fix this. Leo and Frank's talk in the underwater cave could have been good for this. It's nice that got to bond over their mutual dead mothers, lack of homes and fear of fires but it would have been nice if during that talk Frank confronted Leo about his bullying and made him actually digest what his humorous defence mechanism is doing to the people around him. Telling jokes to protect yourself is fine but not when it actively harms another person. Also, Hazel was dating Frank and was very emotionally invested in Leo. She could see what was going on between them and, to my recollection, never spoke with either of them about it. She and Frank never had a talk about how uncomfortable Frank is with Leo and how much his digs hurt him. She never brought it up to Leo to ask why he treats Frank like that or ask him to talk. It's like she's in her own personal bubble completely separate from them.

Then there's Percy, who, in SoN, we're told has become very good friends with Frank. And then we never see that friendship at all in the next three books. Percy already doesn't like Leo and they have that little confrontation in the gladiator arena when they went to get Nike. It would have been really great if Leo got to express his anger at Percy for leaving Calypso, assuming he's objectively the Good Guy in the situation, but then is confronted by Percy for his treatment of Frank (Percy's supposed friend) and Leo needs to reorient himself in where he stands in relation to Percy and the others. He needs to get off his high horse and recognise the harm he has caused to others, just like Percy, instead of wallowing in his own paradoxical self-pity and superiority complex.

#pjo #percy jackson #hoo #heroes of olympus #frank zhang #leo valdez #hazel levesque #that whole thing with Leo DUMPING FRANK'S CLOTHES OVERBOARD #was just needlessly cruel #Q

[shipcestuous]

It's Always Sunny

I had told myself in the past that I was going to post Dennis/Dee commentary after every episode and not hoard it in my head thinking I'll post it later, meanwhile forgetting all of it bit by bit.

It seems like a lot of my fellow D/D fans have departed Tumblr since the era when this community was at its most active talking about them. Pity! But I'll do it anyway.

Of course Dennis totally disregarded Dee for most of 16x01. But he tends to do that with whoever is not part of his ongoing project. But once Charlie pitches bringing the whole gang in on his investment, he looks over at Dee to see what she thinks:

In the following scene, when Charlie comes up to them and reveals what the investment really was, you can see that Dee and Dennis are sitting right next to each other at a very small table.

It's like they chose the spot in the bar that would allow them the least amount of space...

16x02 was nice because it was a Dee/Dennis team-up. They take Frank out to dinner and naturally it reminded me of when they did that before, and Frank thought they were going to confess that they were in a sexual relationship with each other. I really wish it had been the same restaurant, that would have been amazing.

Dennis and Dee spend this episode on the same page. I can't remember them arguing or insulting each other even once. Their goal at first is to make sure Frank is including them in his will, and then their goal shifts to giving him a great day before they take away his gun, so it was very Reynolds-family focused. I have to wonder if these two get along better in that kind of context. We've seen them fight plenty when they're alone, just the two of them, but I think it general they fall into partnership-mode (even with some bickering) when Mac and Charlie aren't there pushing Dee's ostracization.

Then Frank accidentally shoots them. Twins getting hit by the same bullet, it's so poetic. Of course at the end of the episode Frank accidentally fires again and the bullet ricochets around the bar eventually hitting Mac and Charlie both, but there was no bouncing around here.

They're like parents to Frank in this episode, it's kind of adorable. I know the analogy is supposed to be to a dog but it's also like a child.

The highlight of this episode for me was actually meeting Charlie's sisters. Mac made a meta joke about forgetting that Charlie had sisters but I actually always remembered that he mentioned having a sister. It only happened one time - in Charlie Got Molested, in season 1. (I'm not going to forget that someone has a sibling!) I assumed they decided to effectively retcon it because it didn't fit with their vision of Charlie's family as the show moved forward, or maybe they just totally forgot, so I loved that they brought that back fifteen years later.

We don't find out his sisters' originals names, but they go by Candy and Bunny now and they make a killing doing topless ASMR on OnlyFans. (They're played by real life sisters.) They seem to be significantly younger than Charlie, at least 15 years, maybe more like 20 years younger. They hate Charlie and Charlie hates them and I enjoyed every second of their interaction. He might be a lot older but they certainly repartee on equal terms.

They call him "dirt grub" which I think is kind of adorable and a very accurate nickname.

They seem to know Mac very well so they've been around.

Anyway, now I'm picturing Charlie checking out their OnlyFans out of disdainful curiosity, or maybe just to see his beloved jar of teeth, and then becoming addicted to it.

#commentary #noiv #nr #deedennis #dennis x dee #it's always sunny in philadelphia #r: brosis #nc #first post #charlie and bunny-candy #iasip: episode: the gang inflates #iasip: episode: frank shoots every member of the gang

[theboarsbride]

A Court of Thorns and Roses Reading Update II

Page 265 - 63%

**TW FOR BRIEF MENTIONS OF S/A.**

-Once again, a bit of a nitpick but, it bothers me that SJM writes Feyre as a painter yet I, for the life of me, couldn't tell you what her style is, how her artwork looks, or even or ANY piece of art looks in this world. Feyre talks about her artistic eye and all that, but to me that description means nothing. Being a painter and liking art does nothing for Feyre's character, it's such a useless detail when it could be something that adds depth to her character and showing us, the audience, how she views art, how she views the world, etc. This just shows me that SJM did nothing to research art, styles, and mediums, nor does she actually care about her character writing enough to utilize art as a way to elevate Feyre as a character.

-Another minor detail before we get into the meat and potatoes: again, I don't believe SJM knows how to write poor people because Feyre is weirdly quick to let Tamlin's servants wait on her hand and foot? Just her psychology, how she thinks, and engages with the manor around her doesn't fit with someone who spent eight years living in poverty and was STARVING.

-So, Calanmai... This is a very weird scenario??? Because, let's be frank, Tamlin assaulted Feyre and Feyre is a victim... HOWEVER. on multiple occasions she is told by FAERIES THAT HAVE EONS OF KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THIS WORLD, THEIR CULTURES, CUSTOMS, AND ACCOMPONYING DANGERS to stay in her room and that this is not safe for humans, especially her once the Great Rite occurs because Tamlin will be drawn to her. But she goes against these warnings, going to the festival and leaving her room before dawn. HOW DUMB ARE YOU FEYRE??!?!?!?!?! WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID???!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!??!?! JUST UUGGHHH!!!!!!!! And then there's Tamlin. With how the Great Rite is explained, it's like he is possessed by some springtime magic so that he is a vehicle for said magic? So the scene where he pins Feyre and bites her is almost set up like he both is and isn't possessed? It's more like he's drunk off of love pollen?? I don't know, but to me I think that both are and are not at fault - they are because Feyre didn't listen to SEVERAL warnings in a situation that is obviously unsafe for her and Tamlin could've prepared better by explaining things to her and setting up safeguards, and they aren't because Feyre is a victim and Tamlin is being possessed by a power that's greater him (which is kind of implied to be something he really doesn't want to do). Again, this is a very weird and highly uncomfortable situation.

-Ultimately, the situation of Calanmai is poorly written and handled on SJM's behalf. It feels like her trying to eroticize a moment of assault, which in of itself is gross (bear in mind that this was initially published as a YA novel - and I initially read it as a YA novel in middle school), and to introduce Rhysand, the second half of this love triangle, which there are so many other ways this could've been done. And the fact that the assault is brushed off and treated like a friendly joke without having actual discussion about it makes it worse.

-Final Calanmai note: this is arguably the most 'fae' thing in this book so far? Like it feels so fae because of connections to celebrating springtime and fertility, and drinking and festivals, but at the same time this just feels like an oversexualization of traditional pagan beliefs by being a massive orgy?

-Rhysand has the perfect set up to be a scary asf villain, not a love interest. We will talk more about Rhysand and why he and Feyre are a ship I REFUSE to support, but that will be reserved for future updates. For now: Rhys is great for a scary villain! He is like night incarnate, he has snark, he has an imposing presence, and he can invade the minds of others......and he invades Feyre's mind, which she described being immensely uncomfortable and painful, and she is afraid. Mind you, he does this without her consent. Keep in mind that everything he does beyond this point is without her consent and he is doing it as himself and for his own gain, not the influence of love pollen or magic. He is doing it while totally aware and sober. That's why he is horrible person and a creep.

-This pacing is so boring. This part isn't a huge deal, really, but just the pacing is slow, but now painfully so. And like??? nothing really happens aside from Feyre vibing in the mansion and with Tamlin and Lucien??

-Tamlin and Feyre have no chemistry. It just feels like I should be shipping them because this is a retelling of Beauty and the Beast and all that, but I just don't. Their relationship is so dry and it feels like the attraction comes from nowhere, starting with physical attraction - which, to me, goes against the message of BATB, of loving someone for who they are rather than what they look like. The two of them, respectively, have more chemistry with Lucien than each other. Hell, why not make them a throuple???🤨🤨 now THAT I'd ship because all three have banter, and any interaction with Lucien is so much fun to read.

-Also Tamlin is growing on me... he is boring and manly macho man, yeah, but he has a tender side, loving poetry and playing the fiddle, and he is gracious, not liking killing and hurting other faeries even if they are malicious so like... he's sweet... and it hurts me that SJM totally butchers his character in future books as to make Rhys seem like a better love interest for Feyre....and that will be for future updates.

See y'all next time!<33

#jojo reads #anti sjm #anti acotar #anti sarah j maas #anti rhysand #anti feysand

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Out of the Loop

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

Well, it certainly wasn't the ideal start to a working day. It turns out that the storm last night has torn some panels from the fence, so that's something I'll need to get fixed, no doubt at great expense. Judging from the drive to work, there's going to be a waiting list. The roads were awful, too, traffic stretched as far as the eye could see, just because some trees had fallen down as well. At least work was straightforward, although I had to show Jonas how to do his job again. The same stuff I told him just a few months ago. Brain like a sieve, that guy, honestly.

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

I don't really know how to say this, but Jonas has finally snapped. I was just making my mid-morning coffee when he cornered me in the kitchen and started rambling some absolute nonsense, even worse than his usual barrage of stupid work questions. It's not like I was having the ideal start to my day as it was - it turns out that the storm last night has done for some of the fence panels, so that's a direct hit to my savings, and I had to spend an hour in traffic because it decided to take out some trees on the way. With all that stress going on, I was really hoping for a straightforward day at the office.

I managed to excuse myself and ignored him when we were back at our desk, but then later on I hear he's been escorted from the building because he kept prodding people and shouting. Prodding! I've always joked that he's a few panels short of a fence himself, but I always thought he was just a bit scatterbrained, not... whatever this is. I actually thought he might be showing signs of improvement when I came in this morning, remembering stuff I taught him a few months ago without needing his usual reminder, but I guess a few hours of competency was all that bizarre mind of his could take. I wonder what will happen to him now?

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

I have no idea how to write this entry. I don't really have the words to do it justice, so I guess I'll just be frank and state the facts.

Jonas is dead. He didn't show up for work this morning, and we assumed it must have been because of the storm last night - I was delayed in traffic for a fallen tree, and the garden fence is in tatters, so plenty of reasons he might have had to stay home or not been able to make it in - but then someone said he'd been found dead.

Even then we guessed it must have been a fallen roof tile, a tragic casualty of the storm, but the truth turned out to be even worse. He took his own life. They won't say how, but I don't think I actually want to know. How long have we shared a desk now? It has to be the best part of a year. I won't pretend that we always got on, and I did find him frustrating at times, but this is horrible. I would never have wanted this for him.

It's awful to think that I used to make jokes about his intelligence, his sanity, and all the while he was actually struggling with real problems. He needed support, not my mockery. Did he know how I felt? Was that a reason that he did what he did? If that's the case, I don't think that I'll ever forgive myself, but I suppose that all that I can do now is try to be a better person in the future. It goes without saying that I'll never speak ill of Jonas again.

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

God, that imbecile Jonas has been creeping me out all day. Having a moron for a desk buddy is hard enough when he's focusing on work, but today he seems to be trying out a new party trick: guessing what I'm about to say before I say it. I tried my best not to encourage him, playing down the accuracy, but he was actually getting scarily close. Sometimes almost word for word. I don't know how he was doing it, but I didn't like it at all.

He actually said that he'd been to the future, lived this day before, something like that, so he knew what I was going to say, but that was definitely the weaker part of the whole act. If he's training to be one of those amateur magicians, he really needs to work on his patter. Probably best to focus on guessing cards and facts and things, too, rather than jumping in to finish every sentence. Even children must find that annoying.

Then of course I have to come home to missing fence panels, a legacy of last night's storm (which also doubled the length of my commute, thanks to some fallen trees), but I've got no energy at all to try and get them fixed. I'll look for someone tomorrow, although I bet they're already fully booked by now.

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

I'm worried about Jonas. He was weirdly efficient this morning, getting his work done in half the time it should usually take - and that means a quarter of the time it usually takes him, given the number of questions he has to ask - but then spent the time he'd freed up researching electricity and the storm last night.

I thought I was badly hit - a few broken fence panels, one nightmare commute - but it turns out his building was actually struck by lightning. He kept asking me questions about how lightning actually works, as if I'd have the first clue. I'm pretty good at answering him on work stuff, often because I've already given the same answer before, but he seems to think that makes me an expert on everything.

"How can I recreate it?" was one of them, which is such a weird hypothetical that I don't think it even makes sense. Nobody creates lightning - unless I'm even more ignorant than I thought. I assume he didn't meant literally, but I'm lost as to what he actually wanted. Besides, even if I did know how to summon another storm, I certainly wouldn't tell anybody - least of all a maniac like him. I'm not sure my savings could afford any more damage like last night.

Anyway, he left at lunchtime for a dentist appointment he'd forgotten to tell anyone about - that's classic scatterbrain Jonas for you - so I didn't get the chance to ask him what the hell he was on about. I do worry about him sometimes, you know - whether he's actually not all there, beyond the jokes I make along similar lines. Hopefully he's just a bit shocked and excited by living through a freak occurrence like that. I guess I can always check in with him tomorrow.

#writing #sci-fi #short story #original fiction #writers of tumblr

[capseycartwright]

my 5 favorite fics i’ve written for fic writer appreciation day i love self promo

tagged by @queerpanikkar and i love love this idea bc its just so interesting to me to see what fics of their own an author recommends! tagging @clusterbuck @hattalove @thatbuddie @bibuddie @prettyboyandthekid @prettyboybuckley @henswilsons @eddiediass @mellaithwen @kitkatpancakestack @littlespoonevan @buckactuallys @buttercupbuck

we're building our own promised land - 16k

Eddie sighed, closing his eyes for a second. He hadn’t necessarily spoken these words aloud, just yet – not to Buck, or Hen, or anyone else – and he was afraid of the implications the words might make about him, and his newfound relationship status. But Eddie knew, know, that these things, if they went ignored, only festered, and became toxic and Eddie Diaz refused to ruin another relationship, refused to ruin the great love of his life, because he wasn’t able to say the words out loud.

“I,” Eddie paused, taking a steadying breath. “I don’t think I’m fully okay with the fact I like men, Frank. And I want to be. I just don’t know how to get from here, to there.”

- or, coming out, unlearning his shame, and processing his religious trauma takes a lot more time and support, and therapy, than eddie had imagined it would have.

it's funny 'cause i've always dreamed of me and you - 5k

when eddie gets shot, the last thing he expects is to wake up in a reality where he was married to his best friend. he had a girlfriend, for crying out loud - how could he be married to buck?

or, after getting shot, eddie spends a day in an alternative reality where he is very happily married to buck, and has a it's a wonderful life-esque experience.

i haven't been myself in a while (i'm sorry) - 10k

eddie was better - he was better, he swore he was better. he wasn't going to let some random sniper with a vendetta be the reason he couldn't do his job, so he had to better. and then the blackout happened, and eddie was falling out of a fucking helicopter and whatever god was out there controlling the universe had to be playing a sick joke.

- or, eddie's ptsd is triggered by the helicopter rescue, and recovery isn't so easy this time. not when buck isn't around.

without losing a piece of me (how do i get to heaven?) - 12k 

eddie diaz had been baptised at six weeks old, born into a devout catholic family - the kind that went to mass every sunday, and enrolled in sunday school. it had defined his childhood and in so many ways it defined the adult he'd grown to become and maybe that had been the root of the problem, all along.

(he wasn't gay. no - of course he wasn't. he'd have known - wouldn't he?)

- or, eddie comes out. with a side serving of good old fashioned catholic guilt, pining, and hard conversations.

and i've been told, i'm heavy to hold - 10k

eddie is sixteen years old when he decides he doesn’t have a heart, and he's thirty two when he decides he doesn't want a heart, anymore, not if having a heart means you have to deal with so much pain, and heartbreak.

some days, it felt like he was swallowing glass, jagged edges tearing into the tender skin of his throat and reminding him that any happiness he's ever had - shannon, christopher, buck - was only ever temporary, because eddie had never deserved to have someone take care of his heart. no, eddie diaz's heart was always destined to crumble like dust, alone and unloved and undeserving of any more chances than the ones he had already wasted.

#in which i ramble #these are accidentally all eddie centric #but actually as it turns out i like quite a lot of my fic #it was hard to pick just five #in which lorna writes fic

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Because We Are Made of Dreams (V)

Chapter 5 : The First Prank of the Year

Hi everyone! Here is a new chapter for this series!

I hope you like it!

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Pairings: Sirius Black x Original Female Character + Jily

Warnings for this chapter: None! Just cute and… nothing particular, really, just setting things into motion.

Warnings for the series: graphic depictions of violence and torture, graphic depiction and mentions of child abuse, mature themes.

Summary: The Marauders come back to Hogwarts to begin their sixth year there, and many things will change for them during these coming months. Outside the safety of their school, the world is growing darker. Inside the Castle, they'll find both new friends and enemies.

Word Count: 3838

Masterlist for the series – Sirius Black’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Monday appeared in the blink of an eye, and with it the announcement for the new players of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Both Marlene and Clara were overexcited and nearing panic as they entered the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, looking for James and Sirius. They had tried to convince Dorcas to talk, but even if Marlene’s sweet pleas had almost broken the girl’s will, she refused to tell them anything, making her friends wait until Monday morning, like the rest of their House.

That morning, though, the Gryffindor girls couldn’t talk about anything but Quidditch as they impatiently waited for the Marauders to arrive in the Great Hall.

"I just hope they've taken a decision," Clara said to Marlene in a sigh, biting her bottom lip.

She looked at the food splayed before her on the table, but couldn’t find any appetite, her stomach too painful for that. Her friend didn’t touch her food either, her eyes fixed on the door, impatiently waiting for the Quidditch captain to arrive.

Across the hall, many of the Slytherin students laughed loudly, drawing the attention of the entire Hall towards them.

"Why are they all so happy? It's not normal," said Alice, mumbling as she watched Lestrange and Bellatrix double with laughter.

Frank sat next to her, kissing her forehead.

"No idea. But it can't be anything good for us," he answered, covering his toast with strawberry jam.

At the Ravenclaw table, Liam waved at Lily as he sat down next to his friends, and she replied shyly, blushing but smiling, right when the Gryffindor boys finally entered the Great Hall.

And James felt sick at the sight of Lily’s simple wave, at the sight of this smile on her lips that wasn’t meant for him… and yet… Yet he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked as she blushed, with this adorable shyness about her, pushing back a strand of her red hair behind her ear…

He had to remind himself of his own decision. After all, her shy smile wasn’t meant for him, and her adorable wave was aimed to another man, and her cheeks were coloured because of someone else’s presence…

Lily belonged to the past. She belonged to the past…

The Marauders sat next to the Gryffindor girls, and Marlene and Clara apprehensively looked at them.

"Hey boys! How are you?" Alice greeted the four teenagers merrily.

"Fine!" answered Remus.

Sirius and James laughed as they noticed the two girls’ anxious expressions.

"I guess we shouldn't keep the suspense going on all day, should we?" joked Sirius.

"No, you shouldn't!" answered Clara.

Marlene nodded as Clara was biting her lower lip again.

"So?" Marlene encouraged them.

James grinned.

"Congratulations, girls! You are officially part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

The girls squealed with excitement and high-fived each other.

"That's wonderful!" Lily congratulated them.

"There was no suspense really, you were the best," added Alice.

“We did it! We did it!” Marlene grinned, giggling in her excitement.

Dorcas decided to appear right at that moment behind her, chuckling fondly at her friend’s reaction.

“Ha… James told you the news, I guess. Congratulations!”

Marlene turned around, and before Dorcas could react, she had jumped to her feet and was hugging her.

“I did it! We’re going to play together!”

“Yes, I know… And I’m going to give you a hard time, I’m warning you,” Dorcas chuckled, but she sounded a little shy all the same, which was quite unusual for her. “I will not settle for less than perfection when it comes to my Quidditch teammates.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be brilliant,” Marlene gave the girl a wink before sitting down again, and she was the only one to miss the dreamy smile that formed on Dorcas’s features as she walked a little further down the table to sit next to Frank.

As the Gryffindors were celebrating, Evan Rosier approached the table. The captain of the Slytherin team had a cruel smile on his lips, he looked too pleased with himself too. With his face twisted with malice this way, he looked like a vulture approaching a prey.

"So, you finally have a complete team, Potter?" he asked James bluntly.

The Gryffindors all went silent, the air filled with silence and tension all of a sudden. There was suddenly an expectancy, an omen that something terrible was about to happen. But no one showed any sign of this acknowledgement.

"Of course. I guess yours is ready too," James replied calmly.

His voice was as cold as ice and his tone cautious, but he was making it clear that he didn't fear Rosier at all. Still, such a cold tone on his voice was unusual and rather unsettling.

"Ready, indeed. You'll be delighted I'm sure, Black,” Rosier added, turning to Sirius. “Your brother is going to play with us this year."

Sirius clenched his jaw, but his expression was neutral, and his voice low and detached. His calmness and nonchalance were unsettling.

"Really?"

"Yes, he's going to play Beater!"

Sirius's right fist contracted under the table, but to Rosier, he was casual, annoyed at the most.

"Well, I didn't know he could fly. It should be an interesting game, for sure."

"It should be indeed."

The Slytherin captain focused his attention back on James.

"So, who did you take? You know who I have chosen for the only post I had to fill up this year. Surely you will be fair-play, and tell me who your new players are."

James smiled wryly.

"The two girls here, and a fifth-year, called Thomson."

Rosier looked at Clara and Marlene, and burst into laughter.

"Well, you're making the job too easy for us really, Potter! Aren't you afraid they would run away at the last minute? After all, it's a hard sport, and girls can be so fragile!"

He continued to laugh, not even noticing that Marlene and Clara alike were now glowering at him, along with all their friends. Before Sirius or James could answer though, Clara had lost her temper.

She was well aware of what Rosier was doing. He was here to get information about the Quidditch team, for sure, but he was mostly taunting Sirius and James. And especially Sirius, this remark about his brother could hold no other purpose. And she was tired of his petulant little charade already…

"You'd better shut your mouth!"

The Slytherin stopped laughing, and looked at her in dismay.

"And you'd better watch your tone."

"I will use the tone I please with you. Now leave us alone, I've heard enough bullshit for one day."

Rosier propped up an eyebrow.

"Are you aware of who you're talking to?"

"Sure we are," Marlene fought back. "We're talking to a baboon wearing the Slytherin uniform."

"And regarding the specifications needed to enter your house," continued Clara, "it is no wonder that an animal has been mistaken with a student."

"Now leave us alone, would you? Before we have to send you back to your natural habitat ourselves!"

The Slytherin glowered at them, his breathing suddenly quicker.

"You're gonna regret this!"

Sirius and James stood up as one man.

"Are they, really?" asked James, his voice full of threats.

Rosier breathed heavily, but started to walk away.

"It's not over," he added before turning his back to the Gryffindors and heading back to his table.

"What a jerk!" Marlene pestered in dismay.

Sirius and James sat back, still glowering at the Slytherin student.

"I'm not hungry anymore,” James mumbled under his breath. “Let's go to class."

The four boys rose and headed towards the doors without another word to the girls, who stayed behind, still fuming. As soon as the Marauders were alone, James turned towards Sirius.

"What a dickhead! We have to do something! I reckon your brother has entered the Slytherin team..."

"To piss me off! Correct."

"What shall we do then?" asked Peter.

James and Sirius exchanged a glance and a wicked smile. James looked at each one of his friends, before speaking again.

"I guess it's time for the first prank of the year, my friends..."

            The three days that followed were extremely tensed. Everyone in the school noticed the animosity bubbling between Gryffindors and Slytherins, and all dreaded the effects of the confrontation. Although, it would have been lying to claim that there wasn’t a part of excitement mixed with apprehension. Most were waiting for the first prank of the year. It was the main topic of conversation across the school, and the Gryffindor Common Room was no exception.

"They're planning their first big prank of the year, no doubt," said Frank. “I can barely spend any time in the dorm these days.”

He was sitting on the sofa, Alice cuddled in his arms. Lily, Dorcas and Clara had settled on the floor by the fire, while Marlene had claimed the comfortable armchair as her own.

"I just hope they won't do anything too stupid," sighed Lily.

"It's the Marauders, of course they're going to do something stupid!" replied Marlene.

"I'm sick of them getting themselves into trouble…”

"I'm sure they have their reasons," Frank answered, trying to calm down the girl.

"Why can't they just take it, swallow their pride for once, and act like grown-ups?"

"I think it's more complicated than you think, Lils."

She shrugged, annoyed. Now more than ever, after becoming kind of friends with the boys, she didn’t want them to do anything stupid that would only earn them detentions, or worse. After all, she was a prefect. Was it not her role to prevent this kind of behaviour from happening?

James chose this very moment to run down the stairs and stride across the common room, heading for the portrait hole. He nodded to them, but Lily stopped him in his track.

"Where are you going? It's late already."

"I'm starving, I'm heading to the kitchens."

He started to walk towards the Fat Lady again, but Lily stood up quickly, calling after him. She had to keep an eye on this band of monkeys...

"Wait! I'm coming with you."

James froze, raising an eyebrow. It was the first time that Lily Evans wanted to go anywhere with him…

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm hungry too, actually."

James shrugged, ran a hand through his messy dark hair; a gesture that Lily still found quite annoying, but she tried to ignore the way his muscles visibly flexed under his shirt as he did so…

They walked across the corridors in silence, at first. It was late, indeed, and the school was asleep, the air filled with nothing but the murmur of the burning torches, the gentle snores of the portraits, and the echoing footsteps of the two Gryffindors. Under any other circumstances, Lily would have been worried to walk across the Castle so late at night; this activity alone was not allowed, after all, let alone to grab snacks at the kitchens. But by her side, James seemed casual and unbothered by the night bathing the corridors, and when she noticed that he was taking several strange turns, creating an elaborate detour, she visibly relaxed. She was walking with the infamous James Potter, after all. After all the mischief he had shaken the school with for years, surely a walk to the kitchens was nothing special, and he wouldn’t let them get caught.

After a while though, the silence between them grew more and more uncomfortable, and James decided to break it with the first question that popped up in his mind.

"So, have you completed your Potions essay, yet?"

"Yes, I've finished it this morning."

"Is it long?"

"It was quite complicated, and I had to do a lot of research for this one. I would advise you not to start studying for it at the last minute, like you usually do."

Her remark was teasing, and James didn’t fail to notice the humour that tainted her voice, along with the shy smile that tugged at her lips. He grinned.

"I'd better start then."

As silence was settling between them once more, James spoke again.

"Have you ever been to the kitchens before?"

"No, actually. I haven’t."

"You mean… you've never sneaked out at midnight to have a snack? In five entire years?"

"No, never. Should I remind you that you're not supposed to be walking in the corridors so late at night; and you're not supposed to get down to the kitchens either, in fact."

"Why are you going there now then?"

"I told you, I'm hungry."

James wanted to tease her, and say something funny, but he reminded himself of his resolution, and bit his tongue.

"I see," he simply answered.

They finally reached the kitchens, or rather the long corridor leading to its secret entrance. James waited before a painting hung on the wall, as the pear of the painting was turning slowly into a doorknob. He opened the door, revealing the doorway. A house elf quickly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter. What can Ollie do for you today?"

"Good Evening, Ollie," answered James kindly to the little house elf. "We're starving, could we have a snack, please?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter. Just a minute, Ollie will bring you some cake."

The little creature disappeared again in the kitchen, humming softly in her high-pitched voice.

"She seems to know you quite well," Lily noticed.

"I come here quite often, I have to admit,” James grinned, mischief painted all over his features.

She gave him a disapproving look, but didn’t add anything.

"She's really nice," Lily commented instead.

"Ollie? Yeah, she's an angel, really."

Lily was dying to ask him about his plans against the Slytherins, and she was feeling like she couldn't hold herself back any longer.

"Potter, I wanted to ask you something."

"Go on, then."

"Well, I was wondering..."

But the house elf chose this very moment to reappear. She handed them two pieces of chocolate cake each on a delicate porcelain plate, and spoons so perfectly clean that they were shining brightly in the dim light of the torches.

"Thank you very much, Ollie, it's perfect," Lily complimented her.

"Yes, thank you very much, Ollie," James confirmed.

Ollie looked up at the Gryffindor in bliss, smiling widely, her eyes sparkling.

"Come back whenever you want, Ollie is always glad to help Gryffindor students. They are always very nice to Ollie."

"Don't worry Ollie, with cakes as good as yours, we will come back for sure," answered James, smiling brightly too.

They walked out of the kitchens and sat in a deserted corridor nearby to eat their cakes, as James was apparently too hungry to wait until they had reached the Tower again. The torches were lighting the alcove they sat in with a dim red light, and James couldn't help himself when he marvelled at the glimmers of the flames upon Lily's hair…

He shook himself out of his reverie and took a mouthful of his delicious cake.

"What did you want to talk about?" he asked the girl, his mouth full of food, as he straightened his lopsided glasses upon his nose.

"Well, I was wondering..."

She took a deep breath, before diving.

"What are you planning?"

James narrowed his eyes.

"About what?"

"About the Slytherins. It's obvious that you're planning something, Potter, don't try to deny it. What is it?"

She gave him her prefect glare, the one she gave every student she caught doing something forbidden, and he fought against the smile that was forming on his lips. He loved it, the way it drew a little crease between her eyebrows, the way her lips pouted a little…

"We're not planning anything, Evans."

"Potter, stop lying to me!"

Her cheeks had reddened, and she looked annoyed, almost angry already. He hated it when she was mad at him, though he couldn't deny she looked amazingly beautiful when she was angry. He sighed.

"Nothing serious don't worry. A little prank, that's all."

"Potter, you have to stop acting like a child!"

"I'm not acting like a child."

"Yes, you are! You are going to plan a prank against the Slytherins, who are going to fire back, no doubt, all this because you can't swallow your bloody pride for a minute…"

"It's not about pride, Evans,” James argued, frowning hard. “It's more complicated than you think."

"Why can't you let them talk?"

"Because if we let them talk about this, they will talk about something a thousand times worse next time. They're not going to stop because we ignore them, they will only push us more and more until we can't stomach it all, and then we’ll do something stupid. At least, by attacking first, we have a plan."

"Is it really worth all this animosity? All this tension? Why can't you and the Slytherins make peace for once?"

James stared at her, his brow furrowed.

"There are things they have done, things they have said, that can't be forgiven, Evans."

"Everything can be forgiven."

"No, not everything. Have you forgiven Snape?"

She looked at him, frozen.

"Not yet. It doesn't mean I will never forgive him though."

James shook his head.

"You don't know what they've done, you don't know what they are planning to do. Trust me, let us handle it."

"I'm not going to let you declare open war with the Slytherins!"

James stared at her and his gaze plunged so intensely into hers, it seemed to pierce right through her, reaching her soul. And she hated the fact that she kind of liked it. That she kind of enjoyed the light of the torches reflected in his lopsided spectacles and his brown irises, too…

"We’re already at war, Evans. Don't you read the newspapers?"

She frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not only about what happened today,” James explained, and she could see that he was trying to remain calm, because it wasn’t against her that he was angry. His rage was targeted towards others, but the mere topic was making his blood boil. “They all agree with Voldemort. Can't you see that?"

She didn't say anything, and so he went on.

"Snape finally let it out last year, but he's not the only one to think that way. And he's probably not the worst of the lot either. They're dangerous, and just like their families, they don't hide their support for Voldemort. We can't let them think we don't care. We can't let them think we're not strong enough to rise against them, and fight back. Rosier is an arse, and he acted like a dickhead today with the girls. And Regulus was taken into the Quidditch team only to make Sirius pay, that's all. They're trying to get to him because of what happened during the summer. They're trying to hurt him, and I'm not going to let them. Do you understand?"

“What happened this summer?” she asked, her voice quiet now.

“He ran away from his parents’. And they’re… they’re making him pay for that. For choosing our side, instead of Voldemort’s. I’m not going to let them hurt him, he’s suffered more than enough because of all this mess…”

Lily remained silent for a while, before nodding slowly. She didn’t know about Sirius, and something told her that there was much more to it than what James was mentioning now. Still, it made her feel terribly sad. Besides, she knew he was right about the Slytherins and their beliefs, she had had enough proof over the years, being often the victim of their insults. And James was defending his friend, and she couldn't deny that she would do the same for the Gryffindor girls.

"I think I understand."

She looked down at her knees, looking extremely sad and weary, all of sudden.

"I just wish we could all live together in peace for once. I just wish we could stop all this nonsense."

"I'm sorry, Evans, but I don't think it's going to happen unless we fight back."

She looked up at him, before standing up. He followed her back to the Gryffindor Tower, both wrapped in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

"So, are you going to give me detention for going to the kitchens at night?" James joked as they walked inside their Common Room and its warm atmosphere.

She smiled, stepping on the first step of the girls' staircase.

"Not this time. The cake was too good, it kind of smoothened my mood I think."

James laughed.

"I should give you more chocolate cake then."

"Nice try!" she laughed. “That could work. But then again, you’d get into trouble, eventually. Just to make me happy? That’s hardly worth it.”

James smiled, but there was a sad expression in his hazel eyes.

"I would do anything to make you happy, Lily."

Before she could answer, he had climbed up the boys' staircase, and disappeared.

The next morning, the girls were surprised to find the Marauders up so early. As they sat down next to the boys in the Great Hall, they had almost finished their breakfast already. They stayed with the girls anyway even if they were done eating, chatting casually, but all four girls noticed the discreet glances they were throwing towards the Slytherin table, and they expected the worst...

When the Hall was full, the four boys discreetly took out their wands, hiding under the table. A second later a cry came from the Slytherins, then another, and soon all of them were shouting and jumping from their seats, trying to get as far as possible from their table...

In every plate, cakes and breads were turning into cockroaches, while tea and coffee were transformed into white worms. The students who had been eating choked back insects, spitting them onto the tables, dropping them on the floor with a cry as their toasts were changing into handfuls of insects. Some of them felt sick, all were scared to death and disgusted. The four Marauders laughed loudly with many other students at the sight of the panicked Slytherins.

Through the Hall, Regulus glowered at his brother, but Sirius answered with a wink and a smile full of warnings. If he wanted to fight, then Sirius and his friends were ready. As James finally turned towards Lily, feeling her stare set upon him, he expected her to get mad, to shout at him, to give him detention even. But as he met her eyes, she merely picked up her cup of tea and sipped her hot drink, the ghost of a smile on her lips and a glint he had never seen before burning in her eyes. Mischief was finally making its way to her, and James grinned. She smiled and turned back to her breakfast. And when all the prefects started to rise to calm down the students and the teachers were taking care of the insects, she, like Remus, remained at the table, eating her toast as if nothing was happening.

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