I’m going to be starting over with a new blog. The username will be “ARavenclawPotato” and I’ll be changing the name of this one. Don’t ask why, it’s a long story. I’ll still be using this one a bit until I get everything transitioned over to the new one. Thanks for understanding! Also I MIGHT come back to this one if the new blog doesn’t work out, we’ll see. It’s complicated.
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Me: Rebeus Hagrid is by far one of the most underappreciated characters in Harry Potter. He had some flaws, yes, and those flaws occasionally had bad consequences, but overall he really did try his best. He was an amazing father figure to Harry and actively supported him and was a good friend to him. Not to mention that he was also an amazing friend to Ron and Hermione. He is underappreciated not only in the fandom, but also in the books themselves, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione often disregard his kindness to them. Despite this, he still remained loyal, never saying a harsh word against them. Harry could have at the very least named one of his kids after Hagrid and the fact that he named one of his children after Severus Snape and not Hagrid goes to know how little respect he has for Hagrid. Hagrid deserves all the respect, appreciation, and love the world has to offer as he is not only a good character but a good person all around.
My followers/friends: Raven, please, it’s midnight, this is the third time this week, Raven, pls go to sleep, RAVEN-
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The First Night of Spoops
Author’s note: It’s almost Halloween!!!
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Warnings: food mention, I think that’s it
Word count: 747
Writing Masterpost!
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It was the evening of September 30th. The sun had long since gone down, and darkness had settled over the neighborhood like a blanket. The sky above glittered with stars. Occasionally, a car would wind its way through the streets, lit by glowing yellow lamps, but most of the inhabitants of the houses below were already asleep in bed, or soon would be.
Virgil was not one of these people. It was nearing midnight, and he had no intention of going to sleep any time soon.
The young man, ever the night owl, was laying on his stomach on his bed, the lights off and his eyes closed, nodding to the music that played in the oversized headphones that covered his ears. He silently mouthed along to the words, one hand tapping on the bedspread. It was the closest he ever came to dancing. He really liked this song.
Just as the song reached his favorite part, though, the music cut off. Virgil stilled, his eyes opening.
And his favorite remix of “Spooky Scary Skeletons” began to play. The one whose video has a man dancing with a pumpkin on his head. You know the one.
Virgil shrieked, bolting upright in bed. He scrambled out of his blankets, sending himself sprawling to the floor with a loud thump before he immediately shot back to his feet.
“IT’S OCTOBER!!!” the Halloween-loving emo yelled, turning on the lights and throwing his bedroom door open with a bang! that rattled all the windows in the house.
He ran to a door down the hall and pounded his fists on it. “Roman!” he yelled, not hearing (read: ignoring) his brother’s protests from within about the time and the fact that Virgil’s shriek had already been more than enough to wake him up.
The door opened, and Virgil quickly pulled back his fists to avoid smacking his brother in the face, something that he may or may not have done on a previous occasion. He finally removed the headphones from his ears, although he could still faintly hear the spooky song from where they sat around his neck.
Roman’s sleep mask was pushed up into his hair, pushing the normally artfully arranged locks up in an amusing way. He pouted at his brother, clearly unhappy. “It’s the middle of the night, Jack Smellington.”
“Exactly It’s midnight!” Virgil said, practically bouncing up and down. “It’s officially October! You get Dad and Pa, I’m getting the decorations!”
“What, now?”
“Yes, now!” Virgil spun and made to race away, only to run straight into his Pa, who had walked up behind him. He was in his pajamas and a slightly crooked pair of glasses.
“Virgil, why are you and Roman awake at this hour? You have school tomorrow.”
Roman sighed dramatically, leaning on the door frame. “It’s October.”
Their Pa’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Ah,” he said. “Of course. The first day of—what was the term?” He pulled an index card out of the sleeve of his pajama shirt. “The first day of ‘Spoops’.”
Roman blinked. “Um… sure. Yeah. Spoops.”
Virgil just grinned triumphantly. His dads had learned long ago not to get in the way of him and Halloween.
“So, I take it we are decorating now?”
Virgil nodded.
“I’ll get your dad.” He turned and made his way back down the hall.
Virgil ran to get the Halloween decorations. Behind him, Roman sighed, resigned to his fate, and followed after.
Of course, Roman didn’t seem all that unhappy when, an hour later, he and Virgil were putting stickers in the windows while a Halloween playlist ran in the background, their Pa was arranging a life-sized skeleton in a chair in the entryway (complete with lab coat, goggles, and, of course, pumpkins), and their Dad was in the kitchen, the smell of the pumpkin pie he was baking filling the house with a sweet, cinnamon-rich aroma.
Maybe they would all be a little tired the next day. Maybe, just maybe, they would call out sick from school and work, and maybe they wouldn’t actually be sick. But that would be their secret.
Virgil finished his half of the sticker and pulled a string of purple, bat-shaped lights from the box of decorations. He untangled them and started stringing them along the banister. Roman, meanwhile, had started dancing to one of the songs, and Virgil’s laughter drew their dad in from the kitchen, who started trying to both dance along and take pictures of the scene on his phone.
Virgil loved October.
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