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arcanacenturia · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS 2 SPOILERS

Something's so not right in S2 though.

The only time we "see" God is whenever she talks to Job and just blabbers stuff at him because she's bored af and doesn't have anybody to speak with except maybe the Metatron.

When Aziraphale tries to talk directly to God in S1, the Metatron tells him "Speaking to me is speaking to God" and categorically refuses to listen to Aziraphale's request.

That's weird. That's so weird.

We have no proof that he's actually relaying all this information to God. She hasn't appeared to anyone in centuries. He's also aware of Aziraphale's will to stop the arma-fucking-geddon.

He's aware of Azi's relation to Crowley.

As I've seen stated somewhere on Tumblr earlier, he's aware that just by trying to perform a teeny tiny miracle together they performed a huge ass one that triggered alarms in Heaven and succeeded in separating the two, because he's aware, and could be scared, of their combined powers.

Okay but why would he need to separate them?

A second too late, he told Aziraphale about The Second Coming, which is most likely linked to a new Armageddon again.

Related to that, we never heard God herself about the destruction of earth. Anything said about it is told by other characters. Note to myself: list up who talked about it.

The Metatron seems to be hiding something. Unlike the other (arch-)angels he's not naïve, he wears a black coat, he doesn't sugarcoat his speech to humans (and my synesthesia says he speaks Spiky, and not a good spiky).

I think it's also noteworthy that Crowley & Aziraphale don't communicate, not with words, Crowley never told Aziraphale about what Gabriel told him but he also never told Aziraphale what he found out about Gabriel in S2. He never told Aziraphale that his bosses were planning to restart Armageddon until Gabriel went Nah, that it's the reason the Metatron demoted him. He demoted the current Prince of Heaven for stopping it, then promoted Aziraphale, who is a lot more tame and also has been a cause of Armagenope to fail, to lead it.

I don't think Crowley fell because he asked questions to God. I think he sauntered vaguely downwards because he asked too many questions to the Metatron, that would put his plan in danger.

This bitch is SHADY AS FUCK and I'm honestly so eager, so curious to see what he (and season 3) is going to bring us. I wonder if he's lived among the humans, too. Besides, I feel like he's going to try (and maybe manage) and use Azi as his marionnette for whatever stuff he's preparing.

And I feel whatever he's preparing is really against God.

Thank you Neil Gaiman for this ending because even if it HURTS it's so interesting. There are so many things that could be going on behind the heartbreak. I could be going on about how Crowley probably even found out part of what happened. I've seen people speculate with good arguments that Crowley lost part of his memory after falling, and if it is the case that could be another thing done to prevent Crowley from stopping the Metatron.

There is SO MUCH that could be, so much that WILL be, and so little that we can know.

No matter in what form, I'm so excited to see how this will develop in the future.

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rodolfoparras · 1 month

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This is like third ask I sent today I'm so sorry but I saw you mention going to movies and bestie I just came back from cinema and we watched Baghead. I already knew it was gonna be like 3/5 at best and it was but it was fun. Sometimes we like to go to shitty or mid horror movie just to relax and do something cause we live in boring ass gods forsaken city and there is nothing to do in this entire stupid ass country unless you're in capitol city. But yeah tbh it's not that bad, it's entertaining so if you need idea for what to watch, there's one.

I'm just waiting for Immaculate and First Omen to come out. Especially because I love first Omen movie!

-🔮

Sugar thank you sm for the Rec! Genuinely I feel the same i just want a break from my everyday routine and going to movies is the perfect thing for an introvert like me besides I haven’t been able to go to the movies by myself for 20+ years so it’s nice to be able to do so now!

Oooh I’ve heard immaculate is really good! Someone on tiktok mentioned it, if I rmr correct Sydney Sweeney (spelling?) is in it!

A movie I’m excited to see is the strangers chapter 1 in may!! Listen I can do possession movies cults what not but what scares the living hell out of me is home invasion movies bc that’s an actual fear i have irl😭

Before I got medicated I’d go to bed thinking of all the ways I’d lock proof my door😭

#alec answers #🔮 anon

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ferociouslycreativemystery · 1 year

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Thoughts on my new books so far:

Nordiska myter (norse mythology) is extremely satisfying on a purely physical level; the black cover is finely textured and the spine, title and designs shimmer in metallic bronze. I've already lost the apple TV remote once in the stars spattered across the front. The pages feel like thick pieces of cardboard so that I always have to triple-check that the page numbers are incrementing by one with each turn. The book makes such a set unit you'd think it was cast whole from a single mold. I love it! Haven't made it far yet but the contents look promising too. I've wanted to familiarise myself with these stories for a long time, even more so since I studied folklore, and finally settled on going for an adaption rather than the source material as an easier first step. In Swedish because the number of specialised words and phrases I know in English as opposed to my native tongue is reaching ridiculous levels (and this was the edition on sale, so there's that).

I got Goda omen (good omens) mostly out of interest of how the translation compares to the original, which I already read (twice) last year. I've read past Eden and the earthly horoscope, and I'm really enjoying what the comparison is adding to my reading experience so far! Though I obviously don't remember the original word for word and thus cannot compare them too closely, it is clear that the translation tries to preserve the integrity of each sentence as closely as possible. There have already been some instances that I definitely see better alternatives for, but that is what makes (re)reading it this way so exciting! And of course there have equally been instances of brilliant language use I would probably not have thought of myself, so there's variety to the discord. Reading the translation is like looking at the story through a suspended piece of slightly warped glass, and I love the feeling of discovery within the familiar. Even small changes help me see things in a new light, and my attention is caught unawares in a way the well-known landscape of the original can't manage quite so effortlessly anymore. I have already mined this trove for fic reference, and plan to continue doing so!

The two discworld novels will have to wait until I finish with Equal Rites, though I imagine they'll be quite happy to rest on my bookshelf beside the 4 of their bretheren I've already devoured since December. Time flies!

#when did I become such an avid reader?#I don't recognise this person. Who is she?#the aspiring writer I left behind at 14?#please make yourself at home!#maddie debrief #neil gaiman #terry pratchett

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owlsbride · 3 years

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Summary:

Kakashi makes the mistake of giving Sakura a well deserved holidays against her own will. Sakura doesn´t know what to do with her free time, and the Hokage is really interested in it. So an idea strikes him like lightning. They both decide to form a book club, One is going to read Icha Icha and the other one Pride and Prejudice. What will come of it?

Notes:

I don´t own Naruto, Pride and Prejudice, or nothing that I can refer to here; I´m just a sad loser

Chapter 1: A storm is coming

Kakashi was sitting at his office as he had been in the last few years. He was surrounded by scrolls, archives, books and papers, each with a little yellow post-it with three words repeated all over them like a mantra: 'Pending of revision.' Shikamaru was really trying himself to make the Hokage understand of the importance of reading all those documents. The hasty handwriting of the Nara Boy was all over the place trying to catch Kakashi's attention like a reminder that the day that he would sign something without reading it, declaring the Fifth Great War was around the corner. Still, even with his apparent laziness, attention deficit, oblivion and contrary to the opinion of many, Kakashi, truth to be told, was an excellent Hokage. Even against his own predictions and his reluctance to accept the job, Konoha was in one of its best moments: peace reigned in the village, they had a good and constant economic growth and political relations with the rest of the towns and nations flourished day by day after each Diplomatic missions that he attended. Although he hated them inside, he turned out to be quite charming and convincing in person with the rest of the neighbouring leaders, successfully carrying out every meeting, conversation, business deal or whatever.

Kakashi was proud of himself. Proud, but bored and tired. He hated all the office work that separated him from his precious, apparently non-existent free time. Kakashi wasn't able to train, go out on missions more interesting than politics or competing with his one-sided eternal rival, who even in his actual state, was always up to a good challenge, and Kakashi respected him for that. But above all, he had no time for his precious Icha Icha, he was forced to read them more and more sporadically, or secretly for that matter while pretending to read an official document. It was killing him. Not that Kakashi was obsessed with those books, no, at least not that much, he was not a perv, contrary to what people could think. The real thing for Kakashi was that after all these years, so much suffering, war and blood bath, those books, always remain the same. They had a story in them. There were more levels to discover besides the erotic parts, wich in Kakashi's opinion, though exciting, thrilling and tempting, weren't the highlights of Jirayia's best sellers. In those books, he was able to found the romance, the love, the fun and the relationships that he could not afford himself in his own personal life. Not because he didn't like the idea of having a partner, of course he did: a wonderful, strong woman. A woman who can accompany him in every mission but independent enough like to spend time making her own decisions, following her own path, challenging and defiance, but sweet and beautiful at the same time. He wasn't the type of man that wanted a wife to wait for him at home with dinner ready at 9, dressed for the occasion, and just willing to listen to whatever he had to say; a woman who over time only took care of their children (whom he was not even sure if he ever wanted to have), and who eventually abandons all her dreams just to be the wife of Mr Right. Unfortunately, there were not many women like that in Konoha. If they were not a Kunoichi, they were housewives or future housewives to be. And if they were Kunoichis, most of them were already married, very young or very ambitious, and ambition did not get along with Kakashi. More than one girl approached him in the past trying to turn him into a trophy or make it faster to the top on their shinobi path. Kakashi had been able to read them from the first moment, and although it was not what he wanted for his future, he was not a saint. He had learned to enjoy the advantages of being Kakashi Hatake, but sooner than later, he got bored, and for a while now he had left all those games sideways to take refuge in his precious books. Not that in Icha Icha women were presented as he preferred them, but fiction was one thing he could indulge himself with, and reality was another. There was no complication in those books, no real suffering, not disappointment, and definitely not pink-haired former students to adore and admire in secret and for sure not a Lady Tsunade yelling at him 'go for her, you fool.'

Kakashi knew that Sakura was single and that her life was dedicated to her work. For a time he and the Godaime had the habit of meeting a couple of times a week to talk about important matters in the village. But the truth was that between glass and glass of sake, they both ended up talking about more trivial topics and even about their lives. In those talks, Kakashi learned from Tsunade's own words, that Sakura had developed a kind of adoration and infatuation towards him. At the same time, he had confessed that he felt the same for the girl, but he would not do anything about it since it seems entirely out of place. For God's sake, they had been working together for longer than he could remember, and any advance in the wrong direction could break all boundaries. Tsunade always ended these conversations angrily telling him that he was a complete idiot for letting the only woman who could ever make him happy scape and that he, in turn, was an egotistic man who denied Sakura the same happiness. Kakashi wasn't so convinced. So like that, things were what they were, and the Six Hokage was quite content with them. Kakashi was no fool. He was pretty capable of noticing that something was going on with Sakura: the little flirtings, the innocent innuendos, a lingering touch longer than necessary. The signs were there, but that doesn't mean that they have to take another step and turn all that tension in something real.

Kakashi's and Sakura's relationship changed over the years smoothly, just like a river flow. For some time, the pink-haired girl was just that, a kid, a student, the sweet and temperamental little Sakura. Then she became the strong teenager full of determination under the wing of the Godaime, and that was something to respect. Finally, Sakura blossomed in one of the most wonderful women he ever knew. Beautiful, intelligent, strong, subtle, tender, but terrible irritating at times, and he love that. And he had the feeling that Sakura felt quite the same about him, but again, taking everything to another level was something he was not going to consent. What would people think? What would everyone say about Sakura? What would happen to their relationship if things went wrong? He very much preferred this kind of annoying silent game between them than nothing at all. At least they were close friends, they see each other every day, talk for hours, and it was ok. It was much more bearable to have Sakura in this way than not having her at all. So brave in battle and so coward in life.

Kakashi sighed, turning his attention back to all the paperwork over his desk. The sun was setting over Konoha, but it was a different kind of sunset. A storm was coming, a huge one and the sun was hidden behind the heavy clouds,

omens of a rain that would not stop for days, which was really unusual in the village but even regarding the weather the times were changing.

A rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, Kakashi couldn't tell if it was actually a natural phenomenon or the noise of his office door being slammed with all the fury against the wall. Yes, a storm was coming, and Kakashi had utterly forgotten about it.

"Thre weeks Kakashi? Three Weeks?" the Hokage didn't look up from his papers "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Oh, Sa Ku Ra" he started leaving his pen on the desk and crossing his arms "Please come in, the door is open" he wasn't mad, he was just beginning to have some fun after all "Why don't you take a seat".

"Kakashi, what were you thinking? Three weeks is too much" Sakura answered, still mad and with her voice a little bit too pitchy.

"No Sensei? No Hokage Sama today" he leaned over his desk eyeing Sakura from under the Hokage's hat "You must be really mad"

"Well..." Sakura recoiled "yes, but wouldn't you?" Finally, she took a seat at the desk in front of him.

"I would be delighted, but I can see that is not your case." Kakashi removed his hat, it was so annoying after all.

"Hokage Sama, three weeks are too much." There she was, calmer now.

"It's not what Shizune told me" he began lifting his hand to make Sakura stop talking, "your sempai told me that the last week you almost faint of tiredness. That you have been working nearly 24/7 for the last few months, and I can see for myself that you lost weight" he spoke eyeing her, Sakura blushed "So I think, as your Hokage, as you named me yourself that three weeks is a fair and necessary amount of time for taking a holiday." He finished knowingly.

"I don't need three weeks, Kakashi" Sakura tried to spoke in the most calmly way she knew "I'm fine, completely fine" Sakura leaned closer to the silver-haired man in front of her putting her hands over his. Kakashi relaxed in her touch, and for a moment he forgot what they were talking about. Sakura got him where she wanted "You know I'm well sensei" Kakashi looked her in the eyes, and he was about to fall in her charms, but the black bags under them brought him back to reality.

"I'm sorry, Sakura, not this time. The decision is already taken. From now on and during three weeks, you are free of your duties."

"You are insufferable." Sakura grunted.

"And you like me for that" Kakashi answered turning back to sign some papers, smirking under his mask.

"Yeah..." Sakura breath "but, what would I do? It's too much free time."

"I don't know Sa Ku Ra. What do you do in your free time?" The Hokage look at her again, interested in her free time.

"Work?" She said almost shy.

"Come on..." Sakura now has all his attention "don't tell me that you don't go out, that you don't have dates, that you don't travel, that you don't sunbathe or go to spring baths from time to time." Kakashi was amazed, but the part that interested him the most was the dating part, it was vital like breathing for him to know whether or not Sakura had dates with any of the men in the village.

"I don't..." Sakura was ashamed "I don't do anything like that, Sensei" and suddenly she looked fragile and pure and perfect.

"Well, a good time to start then" Kakashi concluded, and he suddenly noted his own stupidity, "but you don't have to do all at the same time, baby steps. For example, you may leave the dating thing for some other holidays."

"Look at you Sensei" Now she was being the teasing Sakura, there were so many levels in her "all so jealous."

"I'm not..." Kakashi tried to defend himself.

"It's ok, Kakashi. I don't date" she said, biting her lower lip in thoughts "Nobody likes a girlfriend who spends to much time with sick people". Kakashi only hum.

"Well, Sakura, you will have to think about what to do with this precious time given to you." The storm in his office was apparently fading away. Outside, not so much.

"With this weather, it will be hard to decide" Sakura sighed in defeat "what were you doing anyway? can I help you?" maybe she could trick Kakashi and do some work after all, even if it wasn't exactly her work.

"You're not going to win this time Sakura, not even if the idea of having you here reading all these documents is tempting as hell." God, he was smart.

Sakura remained seated at the desk in silence, observing the man who once was her sensei and now was like a boss and the village leader.

She observed his features, his movements, his concentration, and she lost herself in his hands that came and went around the desk most elegantly and slowly possible. Suddenly, she fixed her gaze on the little orange book calling her from under a folder. This piqued her interest. What was it that Kakashi liked so much about those perverted books that distorted true love and intrapersonal relationships?

"Anything you like, Sa Ku Ra?" Kakashi asked, raising his brow without looking at her.

"You are still reading those books." She said disapprovingly.

"As always, yes." He simply answered.

"I don't understand how a grown-up man enjoys reading those ridiculous and perverted books."

"You would be highly surprised if you give them a chance." Kakashi stated, leaning back on his chair.

"I hardly doubt it" Sakura responded imitating his posture.

After a moment of silence, Kakashi spoke again.

"You know what, Sakura?" Fun in his voice "It just came to me an excellent idea for your holidays." The smirk under his mask was enormous, he was so enjoying this.

"I'm listening." Sakura's voice was trembling.

"You are going to read Icha Icha, and I'm going to read your favourite book, and then we can exchange opinions." He was ecstatic.

"No way Sensei, I'm not going to read those terrible and misogynist books of yours." Sakura was angry, ashamed, surprised.

"Maa, Sakura, don't be so hard, you don't know if they are misogynist or not" Kakashi dismissed Sakura's disqualifications quickly "or is it that you are afraid of liking them too much? Because let me tell you, I'm not afraid of dying of boredom with your book if that helps you in having a more satisfying free time". He was teasing her in all his glory, and she was blushing like a tomato. She hated him.

"Are you telling me that we are forming a book club with only two members?" Against her own good judgment, Sakura was about to say yes.

"Two really VIP members Sakura." He assured.

"And I choose a book for you?" She asked again

"The one you want, yes." Kakashi waited for her answer patiently. This was going to be absolutely hilarious. After some minutes, she spoke again.

"Ok, but nobody needs to know about this. Is our secret" Sakura started pointing with a menacing finger to Kakashi's face.

"My mouth is sealed" He assured her.

"It's a deal then." She finished extended her hand to shake Kakashi's in agreement.

"It's a deal," He said also shaking her hand "You can take the book home with you now. It's getting late, and it's already raining." He finished de conversation.

"Tomorrow morning you will have the book here in your office Hokage Sama, and I hope you enjoyed," Sakura spoke walking to the door leaving Kakashi to his thoughts.

"I hope that too, Sa Ku Ra." He whispered with a smile.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Written In The Stars LXV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m soft and EXCITED cause we’re starting book four next week and you guys have no idea what’s coming -Danny

Words: 1,798

Warnings: None! Tooth rooting fluff

Series’ Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Book IV

Chapter Twenty-Four: Good Omens.

Dumbledore left when Harry walked out of Lupin's former office, he stopped when he noticed Mel was outside.

"Oh," He said, "I thought you'd be with Ron and Hermione."

"I was talking to Dumbledore," She replied simply. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," He moved to where she was standing. "I talked to him too, when you left the office..."

"You did?"

"I was... I told him that I felt like our mission hadn't made a difference," He explained. "He told me I was wrong... sort of."

"Sort of?" She smiled.

Then Harry told her everything. Including the prophecy Trelawney had told him on their last day of exams. She had to admit, it sounded terrifying, but their teacher was known to be a bit dramatic. Still, the part about the dark lord rising... she didn't like that bit at all.

"What he said about the people that loves us never leaving..." Harry frowned, trying to put his thoughts in order. "They help us when we're in trouble, one way or another... I'm lucky to have you, Ron, and Hermione. Emily, and Sirius... they care and they'd help me if I needed them to... Not everyone is that lucky, though."

"I suppose so," Mel tilted her head, patiently waiting for the rest of whatever he was trying to say.

"Erick," It was the second time he'd mentioned the boy's name and it still sounded completely strange coming out of his mouth. "What you said about his family... he doesn't have many people helping him. I guess... I understand why'd he go out of his way to talk to you... You're brilliant and all..."

"Thanks?"

"What I mean," Harry pressed on, having a hard time expressing himself. "What I want to say is, I think you're a good friend and you're right– I shouldn't judge people without knowing their story first, that's what made me think Sirius was trying to kill me... I'm sorry I reacted that way, my interactions with the Slytherins haven't been nice, but I get that not everyone has to be the same. I trust you–"

Harry's speech was interrupted when Mel threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly (no kisses this time, though- She wasn't going to do the same mistake twice) and apologized profusely.

"I know... Mellow, I can't breathe!" He complained.

"Sorry!" She stepped back. "Sorry..."

"So... I'm your hero now, right?"

"What?" She frowned.

"You said that whoever made the dementors disappear the other night was your new hero, turns out it was me," He smirked.

"I was also there!" She exclaimed. "That was my Patronus too!"

"Well, you can't be your hero!"

"Says who?"

"It doesn't make sense!"

"I say it does. I'm my own hero," She teased. "For all I know, I saved your life this time."

"I've saved your life before," He pouted.

"Now you're just being pretentious..."

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I've decided to drop Muggle Studies," Hermione commented once they were settled on the train's compartment.

"But you passed your exam with three hundred and twenty percent!"

"I know, but I can't stand another year like this one. That Time-Turner, it was driving me mad. I've handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, I'll be able to have a normal schedule again. Besides, I asked Erick and he told me he'd be happy to tell me all about what he studies in class."

"I still can't believe you're friends with him," Ron rolled his eyes. "And I still can't believe you didn't tell us about the time-turner. We're supposed to be your friends."

"I promised I wouldn't tell anyone," said Hermione. "And you know how important it is to keep secrets when you're not the only one involved..."

She looked at Mel, who was looking at Harry, who was looking out the window with a sad expression.

"Oh, cheer up!" said Hermione.

"I'm okay," Harry jumped lightly. "Just thinking about the holidays."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about them too– Mel, Harry, you've got to come and stay with us. I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now —"

"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year..."

"Or ask us more about muggle life, like Erick does," Mel teased.

Ron ignored them.

"It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work."

Harry did cheer up at that.

"Yeah, I bet the Dursleys'd be pleased to let me come... especially after what I did to Aunt Marge..."

"I'd love to see the World Cup!" Mel said excitedly. "I can picture it already, all the wizards from around the world..."

They wasted a whole hour playing and talking when Hermione pointed out to the landscape.

"Harry– What's that thing outside your window?"

It was the smallest owl Mel had ever seen. It dropped a letter onto Harry's seat and began zooming excitedly around the place. Hedwig clicked her beak while Grey and Crookshanks sat up, following the owl with their eyes. Ron caught the owl safely and threw a disapproving look their way.

"It's from Sirius!" Harry said happily.

"What? Read it aloud!"

'Dear Harry, I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle.

I don't know whether they're used to owl post. Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job.

I believe the dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted.

There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt —

"Ha! See! I told you it was from him!"

"Yes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?– Ouch!"

'Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from my own Gringotts vault. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your godfather.

I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you and Mel that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you. I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable. If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me.

I'll write again soon. Sirius

P.S. Mel, if Remus tells your mother what happened during the school year, will you please send her my regards? I miss her, I'm hoping I'll find a way to communicate with her soon.'

"I absolutely will," Mel smiled widely. "What else did he send, Glasses?"

Harry looked inside the envelope. She saw his eyes grow in surprise and then he was grinning, handing the small piece of parchment to her.

'I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.'

"That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" said Harry. "Hang on, there's a second P.S."

'I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.'

Ron's eyes widened.

"Keep him?" he repeated.

He looked closely at the owl for a moment; then, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff.

"What do'you reckon?" Ron asked. "Definitely an owl?"

Crookshanks purred.

"That's good enough for me," said Ron. "He's mine."

"You know," Mel said to the boy once they arrived at the station. "I'm really sorry you can't live with Sirius, but there's a good side!"

"Which is?"

"I'll still be your neighbor!"

"I thought you'd be happy," He teased. "Finally getting rid of me, a well-deserved break."

"I was happy because Sirius cares about you and you would've had a good life... besides, I get to see you in school, which is almost the whole year."

"Well," Harry put an arm around her shoulders. "We'll still have to stand each other for the years to come."

"I think I can live with that," She chuckled.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after they parted.

Mel saw her mother standing a few feet away from the Dursleys and ran to meet her.

"Hello!" She said cheerfully. "Do you think we can stop by that place we like to get lunch? I'm– You know everything, don't you?"

Emily was looking down at her with such a severity that Mel prepared herself for the impact.

"Time-turners, dementors and sneaking out of the castle after curfew," Emily whispered angrily. "Helping a convict escape, attacking a Professor–"

"Snape had it coming!"

"Are you trying to drive me insane?" Emily hissed. "I swear, every time I get a letter I feel like I'm about to hear you murdered a teacher!"

"You're exagerating–"

"Watch me overreact all the way to our house, young lady!" She retorted.

"Very well," Mel sighed. "Can I tell you two things first?"

"What things?"

"I spent a whole year having a normal period -dreadful and gross, not reccomended– but that means I can take the potion now! Second, Padfoot says hi."

Emily's mouth opened and closed, her eyes never leaving her daughter's face.

"How do you–"

"Didn't they tell you the whole story?" Mel asked. "I'll have to do it myself, then..."

"What's that?" They heard Mr. Dursley spat at Harry while they walked past. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another —"

"It's not," Harry smiled brightly. "It's a letter from my godfather."

"Godfather? You haven't got a godfather!"

"Yes, I have– He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though. Keep up with my news... check if I'm happy..."

Mel and Emily shared a look and left quickly, holding back their laughter until they were safe inside their car. There, both of them laughed until their stomachs hurt.

"You know," Her mother said breathlessly. "Prongs would've been so proud of his son..."

"I know," Mel smiled, looking out her window and watching Harry's gleeful face as he walked out of the station with a terrified uncle following close. "We all are..."

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years

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Blood, tears and sea breeze

So, I adore David Tennant, besides Daniel Radcliffe we could said he is my longest lasting celebrity crush since 2009 and thank god he bless us every couple years with his presence, so since I was fangirling over how cute and sexy and adorable he is in Good Omens I needed to rewatch Broadchurch, I refrained myself to watch Ten again because I know exactly how that would end and I'm waiting to my vacations to be that emotionally devastated. But Alec Hardy is just as good as Ten to write so I had this crazy idea for a story, like who doesn't love a murder mystery?? Of course trying to follow the tone of the series it may be a little dark, but I'm really excited about writing it, so I hope you like it.

Warnings: SO MUCH ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 1: Nicest man alive

"What about Cath Atwood?" Beth Latimer poured more wine in DS Miller glass and before looking back at the man who was standing uncomfortable in her kitchen she add "I mean yes, she's 53 but she is still good looking and she dump that arse she had for a husband years ago."

"For the last time, I don't need you to set me up with anyone, why are you doing this Miller?" DI Hardy look at both women with an exasperated expression, and continued doing the dishes from the dinner they just had.

"It's called having friends, and being social, also since Daze left you are on your own, you can't be alone in that house all the time" Ellie answered, tonight was the Latimer's time to offer dinner and even when he complained everytime Alec keep showing up on time and helping with the dishes after. "You'll get insane and then you'll drive me insane at work"

"Oi! If the man says he is fine, then he is fine" Mark went to hug his wife, since the last couple of months that he was back at the house the PDA were more common and even when it was awkward at times Beth do enjoyed them. "Also Cath is dating some bloke from the piers, what about your boss?" He said to his still blushing wife.

"Sahana? No way, she would eat him alive!" Ellie said laughing at the murderous look Hardy was giving her. "What about Y/N Y/L/N? You know Lizzie's teacher from last year? She is pretty, is she single?"

"Oh for fuck sake!, cut it already" Alec was done with the dishes and took the glass Mark offer him "And she is engaged" three pair of eyes looked at him in disbelief of him knowing such detail. "Oh don't look at me like that, Lizzie said it to Freddie the other night, Miss Y/L/N is engaged with the nicest man alive"

"Well he is pretty handsome" Said beth nodding "He helps Paul at the church twice a week and volunteers at SARA frequently"

"The good looking one with blonde hair?" Asked Ellie remembering suddenly "He is not from here is he?"

"No, he arrived here five years ago, and lives near the Trader's. Nige and I fixed his sink once" Mark said "His name is John or Jim, can't remember". They kept thinking on viable partners for Alec until his phone start ringing.

"Hardy" He answered relieved he finally had an excuse to abandon that stupid conversation "You found her where? Has she said something? Yeah we are on our way, thanks Harford" He hung up and give Miller a meaningful look.

"That bad?" She asked putting her glass apart and picking up her bag.

"Worst" He simply said already exiting the room "Thanks for the dinner" He said as a goodbye and went to the door.

"Fred can stay here" Beth said before Ellie could ask and she thanked her with a nod before running after Alec.

"Where to?" Ellie said putting on her seatbelt and starting the car

"Corner of Star and Carter's lane, just exiting the A35" He said immediately "A driver almost hit a woman in the middle of the road"

"Then why they called us?" She asked puzzled since that was not their department.

"According to Hardford she was covered in blood and kept screaming He is dead, forensic is already there taking samples, but apparently there were a lot of people at the road and it's all over Twitter and YouTube already" He said angrily

"It's gonna be a bloody nightmare" Ellie said understanding his frustration. "Did she said who was the woman?"

"You are not gonna believe this, is that school teacher you were just talking about, Y/N Y/L/N". He said looking at the road.

"What? I hope she is not hurt" She speed up, by then the sun was already setting, after two years of relative calm Miller could feel the difficulties approaching, and the pain luring again trying to swallow their little town again. She looked to her left to see Alec, he could feel it to, but she knew in his case there was a spark of gratitude in his expression, a new puzzle to work in and he was ready for it.

The man in the white biohazard suit was talking, but her ears still felt numb, the bright lights inside the white tent were to strong and her head was starting to hurt so bad, she knew what would happen next, and she was hoping it happen for once, because she wanted to forget, she want the whole world to shut down because her own world had.

"Miss Y/L/N? Y/N" someone called, why do they keep bothering me? She thought, I'm not the one who needs help, he is... she felt the tears running down her eyes again, his blood was on her hands, his eyes... he was not there, they were his eyes but he was not there, and this people were busy brushing q-tips on her shoulders and her legs, why weren't they helping him? Then she felt it the pressing pain in her chest taking away the air in her lungs. The desperation to breathe forcing her to open her mouth widely, but no this time, this time she wanted to stop breathing completely, she wanted to see him again and that was the only way.

"Jonathan" she said before his brain finally gave in to oxygen deficiency and everything went black.

Olly Stevens was happy, it felt like Christmas coming early, he drove the A35 as far as he could and parked his motorcycle next to the long line of cars that was already forming, most of the people were out of their respective automobiles gathering around the yellow tape, a lot of good pictures that surely will be tomorrow at the first pageThat would show Maggie, he thought with a pinch of remorse in his head, he took the decision to remain at the Broadchurch Echo after the former editor left and since working from home was a more rentable option for Caroline Hughes he had became the editor, even when his former mentor had called him out for sleeping his way to the top in the job, not entirely untrue, but he will not tell her that.

When he finally arrive to the yellow line he saw a familiar silhouette and run towards her aunt before the familiar voice of DI Hardy stoped in his tracks.

"What the fuck are you doing here already?" He growl at him.

"It's not my fault people find out about things before you" He said cheekily, over the last two years outsmarting Hardy had become a extreme sport for him, even when he knew one day he would end up with a black eye for it. "Come on just a few words, beautiful school teacher found dripping blood in the middle of the road, you had to admit is interesting"

"Oh for heavens sake Olly, pissed off or I'll call your mother" Ellie said, she was trying to talk on the phone and the look on her face when she saw him was violent to said the least, "No continue is just some little shit who is about to get his ass beaten"

The reporter backed away trying to found an angle to take the white forensics tent and to identify the man talking to the police a couple yards in front of him.

"It was Harford" Ellie said to his partner once she hung up with a migraine about to form in her head. "She leave the scene before we arrived to check how she got here, apparently her house is less than a mile from that road" she said signaling the small dirt road connecting to Carter's Lane."

"Good call" Hardy said forgetting the speech he was about to give his subordinate about leaving the crime scene "Did she find anything?"

"Yeah, we got a body" Miller said letting go a big sigh, thinking Here we go again "It's Y/L/N's fiance"

A dark figure walked peacefully in the beach, in the distance could see the lights of the town starting to shine, she must had find him by now, and the gears of the plan were already in motion all falling in their right place.

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mybookofbitchcraft · 7 years

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Hi, I was wondering if I could get some advice, I saw your post on college witchcraft & I thought mayb u could help me? I'm going to college & I really just want good omens in my dorm, I'm going to an art college so i dont think it will be that weird lol . I'm not really a practicing witch, I got into it then got out of it now I'm looking into it again. How do I stay consistent with it? I'm pretty bad at staying consistent with things... also do you think its okay to make your own charms? (1/2)

(2/2) I have this hardcore superstition that u have to hold ur breath past graveyards until u see a white house so i was thinking of putting a picture of a white house in my room kind of like a little good luck thing, & when my friend was little she tied strings of buttons to her window bars for good luck so i've done that too in my own room, do u think those are dumb charms or does it matter? idk im pretty new to this so sorry if these questions are easily accessible& im just not looking enough

Hey! Congrats on making it into college and all that jazz! Thus begins the most fun and stressful period ever. I hope art school treats you well!

On that note, art school is insanely stressful and some people may not be very.. positive. Your dorm could have the remains of some stressful energy or negativity, and hell, nobody wants that around. I would say when you move in, do a little salt water spritz maybe with some herbs mixed in! I’d also suggest some sigils for positivity and a clear space because you want to consistently keep your space clean for when you do work in your dorm.

For me, one pretty low energy thing that keeps me consistent is mostly just making myself stay sort of active in the community. I have periods where I lull in and out, and that is a-okay. It makes you no less of a witch if you do, and we all do it (Exhibit A: the however the hell long of a break I just took from this blog because school was kicking my ass). Checking tumblr, skimming my favorite blogs, and searching tags (I love looking up witchsonas and other people’s altars tbh) really keeps me feeling witchy and inspires me to practice more. Sometimes I’ll even dedicate a month to just researching a new topic when I grab time even if I end up not using it. I’ve learned more about another witch’s practice, and that’s pretty neat-o.

Another thing that really helps me is to do little things to sort of keep myself in that witchy aesthetic.. I know that sounds silly, but burning some candles and incense while riffling through my grimoire is enough to keep my magickal energy flowing and active and keep me excited about witchcraft. Little things like sketching easy sigils, trying some new form of meditation for just 10 minutes before bed, cooking with some herbs to help you with your day, or even seeing your shower as a personal cleansing ritual (literally and magickally) can help you keep your consistency. Stay excited about witchcraft! Research everything you can, and always try new things.

And yes, its just fine to make your own charms! Its completely normal and people do it all the time, even outside of witchcraft. Personal charms are all the more stronger because they have that original tie to you since you created them. I think the white house idea sounds super creative and you should 100% do it, and its not dumb one bit.

On a final note, I like to think that I’m just another source that’s accessible for new witches, so please ask away! Besides, I love talking about this stuff. When I first started, my questions were turned away because they were easy to research, but I won’t not answer because you can easily google it because I know talking to another witch always feels so much better. I hope this helped! If you have any other questions you can message me again or you can PM me and I’ll happily help!

Good luck!

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