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chloeseyeliner · 1 year

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[attention:general spoilers for the movie Dead Poets Society and the play which is now put on in Greece.]

I was finally able to watch the Dead Poets Society play,the greek version,and...let me just say,I got goosebumps from the acting,the scenery,the direction,the music (shoutout to Μαρίζα Ρίζου,she always eats and leaves no crumbs)...everything was just spectacular,to say the least.

(weren't we in a public space,I would sob my eyes out-I have this inability to cry in front of people,so...haha...)

I have been a part of this fandom for three and a half years and I have had my (unhealthy,lmao-) obession with this movie more than a few times.with thay being said,I just wanted to share some highlights here,apart from the script parts they followed to the letter:

(which I hope it is not "illegal",or anything,lol,it's not my intention at all!but I do believe it is not,for it is not a photograph or a video from the show,so.)

they began the play with mr.Keating (presumably near the end of his life??) reminiscing what he did wrong and right in his life,a trip through his memory of which we saw the part where he was hired to Welton to teach.

the platonic.physical.affection!!!!like,the dead poets were much more physically affectionate with each other,hugs and hair ruffling etc. were there almost in every scene between everyone.

they got rid of the party scene,guys,gals and non-binary pals!!!also,Knox was still kind of annoying (yes,this is just my opinion,I am sorry) but not as creepy as in the movie when it came to Chris-like,he still went to her school and recited the poem to her,but she was much more herself and not as "passive" (I am afraid it is not the right term,but forgive me,it's nearly two a.m. here,lol) in the relationship as in the movie,in the amount they (meaning the people working for the play) were able to do that.still not fanon Knox,but I liked him better,lol-

GINNY DANBURRY,AAAA!they realised our girl's potential!she was even singing when playing Hermia-ethereal,stunning,beautiful,what can I even say about her!still a small part,though,but seeing her as an active character in the story almost brought me to tears (yes,I love Ginny that much,I have even written fanfiction with her as a protagonist which I haven't shared,keep scrolling-).

they got rid of some of the racist stuff-kept the n*wanda (twice mentioned,if I am not mistaken) and the indian symbol of fertility thing,though...

if you thought I would leave Neil and Todd out of this,dear reader of this post,you are fooling yourself.first of all,in the desk set scene they used a Yale mug with the same script,except in the end,Neil turns it into a basketball game with the mug and when Todd scores two points,Neil is loudly cheering for him or something,they both stop at some point for mere seconds and then,out of the blue,Todd falls into Neil's arms and they hug for a little while,Todd saying thank you,Neil and it's so freaking beautiful I almost cried right then and there.

(tw:mr.Perry,mention of physical violence,suicide mention)

also,they were rehearsing for Neil's play in their bedroom,giggling and all that anderperry jazz,and then,all of the sudden,Neil's awful father comes in and slaps Neil for disobeying him and going to the play and it goes how we all know it goes after that...

they switched between Neil's suicide scene and Todd reading his poem in the cave,the others following suit and reading,as well;Charlie(?),Ginny and Todd read last,and Neil looks at Ginny while she is reading and then it's Todd's turn-when he finishes his poem,they sort of lock eyes and Neil goes behind Chris,Ginny and the dead poets and...well.pulls a Neil Perry.

I won't mention the scenes after that.

overall,it was one of the most beautiful and wonderful things I have ever seen.

*it's just so...unfair (a light word is used here,just because) that the greek government wants to degrade artists' university and college degrees to those of secondary school's graduates.

art is what makes us feel alive.

or,like mr.Keating himself said:[...]poetry,beauty,romance,love;these are what we stay alive for.*

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writteninlunarlight-years · 4 days

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Hi, I would like to request a Harry Potter, Golden Era, matchup, if that’s alright.

Name: Abigail S.

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual (though at the moment I prefer girls more)

MBTI: ISFJ

Appearance: 5’6”, medium, fine, dirty blonde hair. Freckles that run over my nose from cheek to cheek. I’m more pale and have a bigger but muscular body. My style of clothing consists more of hoodies, shorts, t-shirts and that kind of thing.

Personality: I’m more of the quiet type when it comes to new people but when I’m around friends that’s a whole other story. If someone did mess with my friends or family I wouldn’t hesitate to protect and defend them if needed. I always like to put my friends before myself, which I can see how that leads to a bit of an issue. I can also tend to be a bit sensitive at times, (but let’s be real, who hasn’t). I like to consider myself a perfectionist and I like things to be organized and tidy. My Zodiac Sign is Virgo.

Likes: I love to read and write, especially romance and fantasy, my favorite genres. I LOVE animation, I deeply admire all the work and effort that goes into it. I prefer it over life actions shows( my favorites are RWBY, Owl House, and Bluey). I love to play the violin and play video games.

Dislikes: I hate egotistical people, they just annoy me so much. Also, food smackers, I’ve lived through years of it. Lastly, I hate it when people assume about me.(Example is if they say I like something but I actually hate it).

I also really like how you do long requests, all others that I’ve seen are really short and are only three bullets. So, I wouldn’t mind if you wrote to your hearts content. In my opinion, the longer the better!

Anyways, thank you and have a good day/night!

~~~~~MATCH UP ~~~~~

Friend, I match you with the one and only ------

Ginny Weasley!!!

This choice was because the whole time I read your request, I was torn between Hermione and Ginny. I really sat on it and bounced back and forth for a while. Then I reread the following: "If someone did mess with my friends or family, I wouldn't hesitate to protect and defend them if needed. I always like to put my friends before myself, and I can see how that leads to a bit of an issue. I can also tend to be a bit sensitive." I knew Ginny was the winner.

~~~~~HEADCANONS~~~~~

Being the only girl in her family besides her mom, Ginny definitely doesn't care if you dress up or dress down. You are gorgeous no matter what.

Ginny would custom pick the colors for your jumper her mom makes.

Ginny also prefers to be quiet; being the little sister to the wild twins and the heroic brother, she is known to be a bit overshadowed.

When Ginny gets close to people, though, she is just as rambunctious as her siblings. She will rope you into all sorts of mischief during your years at Hogwarts together.

Ginny is also loyal to a fault; she is willing to bravely stand up to anyone who comes at her family wrong. She also didn't care what tabloids or papers said about Harry. Nor did she care about the big mark on her back as Ron's younger sister during her sixth year.

Just as she protects her friends and family, she is fiercely protective of you. Anyone who dares to mess with you will have another thing coming. (She would probably use one of her brother's joke products to prank them)

Ginny is your Ying to your Yang when it comes to cleanliness. Now, by no means is Ginny a slob, but she definitely learned to live in organized chaos with all her brothers.

She does make it an extra habit, though, that if you are coming to visit her dorm, she picks everything up nicely.

Ginny could listen to you play your violin for hours; she's so used to the magic-enchanted ones that it never dawned on her until she met you how beautiful people playing is.

Ginny loves to hide in the library or astronomy tower with you, reading books and talking about all the romantic tropes you two are in or not in. (definitely write in the margins of her books when you talk about something you would like happening to you)

~~~~~BLURB~~~~~

You and Ginny sat atop the Astronomy tower, eating your fruit basket while reading your romance novels, which you had nicked from Hermoines's trunk. She always had the best romance novels since they were written by muggles who knew nothing of love potions or luck potions. Turning the page of your book gently, Ginny set her book down softly, looking at you lovingly. As you read a specific line of your book, your eyes widened, and your face blushed. You have just gotten to the scene where the book guy leans on the door frame.

Ginny, noticing your face growing warm, speaks up, "Abigail, what seems to be the matter? Find a new romance trope you would like to give a shot?" Eagerly awaiting your answer, Ginny pulled out her quill, ready to write down what you would like her to do for you on some parchment. A devious plan formed in your head as you looked up at the female. Who said this specific trope had to wait till later? Smiling gently, you spoke, "Love, would you go stand in that doorway for me?" Looking at you, genuinely confused, Ginny stood up and walked to the door you had nodded at. Standing in her disheveled uniform, waiting for her following instructions, she looked cute following commands so willingly.

"Okay, now I need you to put your left arm above your head, bend it slightly, and lean kinda sideways on the door." You spoke enthusiastically. However, as the scene before you unfolded, you couldn't hold back the giggles. How could one human look so ungodly uncomfortable? "Merlin beard, Abigail, this is killer on my stomach. How much longer do you want me to do this?" Trying to contain your laughter, you stood up and approached the poor girl. You relieved her of her duty, leaning on the door and showing her what you meant. Ginny eyed you up and down admiringly. She leaned in gently and kissed you on the lips before pulling away. "Now I understand, love; you wanted me to do that thing the guys do in the books." Nodding your head gently, you leaned back in and captured Ginny's lips in another kiss.

You two got back to your books. However, as your mind wandered back to Ginny's horrid attempt, you couldn't help but start laughing, causing a book to be thrown at your head.

~~~~~EXTRA~~~~~

(Molly sits in her home knitting a jumper for one of her kids; across from her, Ginny sits attempting to knit.)

Molly: No, no, dear, you have to do it like this. (Molly demonstrates the method again to Ginny)

Ginny: Mother, there is no way this should be that hard. You make like twelve of these a year. How come I cannot figure it out?

~~~Back at school after break~~~

Fred: Abigail, you won't believe the most horrendous gift Ginny has for you.

George: Seriously, she spent all break on it, and it's worse than Mum.

Abigail: Boys, be nice to Ginny. I will love anything she gives me.

(Ginny rushes up to her girlfriend and hugs her close.)

Ginny: Abigail, look, I made your jumper this year! (hands the poorly misshapen and uneven jumper to you.)

Abigail: (turns and whispers to Fred and George) Please tell me your mum made me a different one.

(Molly did make you a different one, yet somehow you always found yourself wearing the one Ginny made you see that beautiful smile)

I hope you liked it, friend! Thank you for your request!

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #ginny weasley #weasley x reader #fred weasley #george weasley #molly weasley #match up #golden era hp #head canon #headcanon #red head

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velvethopewrites · 3 years

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B-I-N-G-O

For the Harry & Ginuary bingo - today’s prompt was “All right, I admit it, this was fun.” “I knew you’d love it!”

I see this taking place the summer before HBP, a sort of missing moment before the chest monster was fully formed. ;)

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“All right, I admit it, this was fun,” Ginny said, smiling at him.

Harry felt himself beam at her in response. “I knew you’d love it.”

“But did you realize how much Hermione and Ron would love it?” Ginny asked, nodding at their friend and her brother.

Harry bit back a laugh as Hermione yelled something at Ron as they took one of the more dangerous turns on Road Rash. It had been Harry’s idea to spend the day at the nearest, local video arcade for Ginny’s birthday. It had only taken a small amount of convincing to get everyone to agree to it. Especially when Tonks and Remus had warmed to the idea and agreed to go as chaperones.

“Uh, no, that was just a bonus, really.”

“I can’t believe she’s being that competitive,” Ginny said, standing closer to Harry, which made him immediately not care about Ron and Hermione in the slightest.

“Well, she does like to boss people around,” Harry said, wincing at the deeper quality his voice had suddenly taken on. He bit his lip, expecting Ginny to take the mickey out of him. But her brown eyes merely flashed playfully at him.

“What should we play next then, Harry? You‘re the expert here, after all.”

Harry snorted. “Hardly. This is only the second arcade I’ve ever been to and the first time doesn’t count because Dudley wouldn’t let me play any of the games with him and his friends. I ended up talking to the old lady who did the change.”

Ginny frowned at him and looked like she was about to say something, so Harry changed the subject quickly. He did not want her to feel bad for him today, of all days.

“Hey, here’s the air-hockey table, let’s play that. You should be good at it. You can beat me and I’ll even let you brag about it at school.”

Ginny chuckled. “You could beat me, you know. Hope does spring eternal, after all. Isn’t that the saying? Or, maybe it’s more, even a bespectacled git with poor hand-eye coordination can get lucky at least once?”

“Hah.” Harry nodded at the other side of the table as he slipped his muggle coins into the machine. The table hummed to life. “Now, we each take turns hitting this puck across the table and try to protect our goals. Think you can handle that, Weasley?”

“Seems simple enough. I mean, if even you can play it, right?”

“Oh, that’s it, Ginny, you’re going down. Get ready, set, go!”

Harry used a bit more strength than was necessary, he was sure, but he was rewarded by his puck sliding effortlessly into Ginny’s goal. She briefly narrowed her eyes at him and then they started playing in earnest.

A small crowd of other teenagers had soon formed around their table, as Ginny met Harry’s enthusiasm with her own. They were both pretty good at the game, although Harry thought she might be a wee bit better than he was. She was crazy fast, for one thing, using her Chaser skills to respond quickly and efficiently. They were tied, with two goals each. Harry, who really had been intending to let her win, decided that he was going to go for it after all.

Perhaps it was because Ginny looked particularly intense while competing, but Harry couldn’t help but notice how brilliant she looked – bottom lip stuck between her teeth in concentration, her fiery red hair, slung over her shoulder and the way her body moved, especially her perky – Harry squashed the rest of those thoughts and put his effort back into his game.

Back and forth they parried, and Harry didn’t mind the crowd, although he was starting to get annoyed with the older blokes in the place standing on Ginny’s side and making comments about her. A prickly sort of heat started at the base of his neck at the thought of one of them trying to chat her up. It was this distraction that led to his downfall, and Ginny shouted as her puck sailed past his arm into his goal.

“Yes!” Ginny jumped up and down with excitement. “Take that!”

Harry couldn’t help it, he wholeheartedly laughed. She’d won, fair and square. And if his eyes lingered on her form just a little bit longer than necessary it was just to make sure she hadn’t exerted herself. At air-hockey. Yeah, that sounds reasonable, Harry thought. But Harry’s joy soon turned into scowling, though, as one of the older boys leaned forward and said something cheeky (probably) to Ginny.

“What did he want?” Harry asked, trying to sound nonchalant. The crowd had dispersed with the end of their round, and she’d joined him after saying something to the group of boys that had surrounded her.

“Oh, my telly-phone number. I told him I didn’t have one, which he thought was pretty funny. So then I told him to get stuffed.”

Ginny wrapped her arm around his. “What’s next, Harry? I have to say this idea of beating you all day is rather fun. What can I excel at next?”

“I’ve created a monster, I think,” Harry said, not understanding why his heart had speeded up at her closeness. Or why he felt the urge to growl, suddenly.

“You knew that I was competitive, right? That doesn’t scare you, does it?” Ginny’s brown eyes flashed warmly at his. For the smallest moment in time, Harry wanted the world to just pause – so he could enjoy himself to the fullest. It was summer, he was having fun, and he was enjoying spending time with his best mate’s little sister. Who definitely wasn’t so little anymore. It was that last, dangerous thought that made time start moving again, and he cleared his throat, pulling away from her. Surely, it wasn’t right to be holding hands? Even if they were just friends?

If Ginny noticed his sudden awkwardness, she didn’t mention it and was soon leading him to another set of games that looked interesting. And if he stood a bit closer to her and happened to like the sort of vague flowery scent that she gave off, it didn’t mean anything, right?

Right.

#Harry and Ginny #Hinny #my writing #fan fic #hbp #Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #it’s the 90s #Video arcades were a thing right?

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Brothers

none of this makes sense, I didn’t make a good ending, so .... I’m sorry I wanted to write this, but it wasn't getting any better, so I made these little moments during the years of James and Albus, I hope you like it i'm sorry for not making sense, or for mistakes, I just needed to get it out of my mind

(James and Albus are 2 years apart, so in the fight scene James is 15 and Albus 13 - and it happens in the same year that Lily enters Hogwarts -, and in the final scene, James is 17 and Albus 15)

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When James went to Hogwarts, Albus felt alone.

It was strange, because he always had James in the next room, ready to play with him or just piss him off, Albus had a friend at all hours of the day, but then, he went to Hogwarts and he came back talking about friends that he had done it there, and everything incredible that happened there, and Albus was alone and jealous.

He lost James to those stupid friends of his.

When Albus went to Hogwarts, he was angry with James.

At Hogwarts, James was not his older brother, who liked to race with him and loved to talk to him and make jokes. James, in addition to having his own friends, James seemed to be famous, even though he did nothing. People always seemed to sit down and listen to whatever shit he or his friends were talking about, and the worst part is that Albus realized that they loved all that attention.

When Lily entered Hogwarts, Albus wanted to break James' nose.

Albus was seeing a boy. A Ravenclaw boy who didn't want anyone to know about them. But Albus also wanted to keep it a secret, so it was no big deal. However, James was always on the way.

He and Greg agreed to flee to Hogsmeade together, but of course James was close by and saw him running away, and of course he followed. But in the end it was good, because their father was in Hogsmeade and if it weren't for James and the cloak, they would have been caught.

Later, back at Hogwarts, James even had the courage to yell at Albus about him being irresponsible! James! The same boy who got into trouble almost every week.

Albus had been so angry that if it weren't for Mira to intervene to warn that Harry was at school looking for James, Albus would have broken his brother's nose. How could he think he had a right to intervene in what he did? To say what was right and wrong? James liked girls, he had seen his brother kissing some in the halls, he would never have to worry about the things that Albus worried about. He didn't need to be afraid to talk about who he liked with his parents. His father had even talked to James about girls.

James was normal.

When James broke Greg's nose, Albus felt guilty.

James, as always, was out of the castle that night with his friends, he saw when Greg attacked Albus, when he fell like an idiot to the ground, and he went to help him.

James didn't tell anyone about what Greg had called him. He didn't even joke later, when Minerva sent them home for the weekend. James had a bruised eye and cheek, and Albus's jaw was aching like never before, and even when his father yelled at them, James said nothing.

'Who was in Hogsmeade that day?' Harry asked, and for a second Albus thought James was going to tell the truth, but for some reason, he said:

'Me.' And Albus thought he had never seen his brother so embarrassed and looking so sad when his father said he was disappointed in him.

'You lied to me.'

When James defended Albus, he was stupidly moved.

Their father had been injured and had gone to the Hospital, the three were called by their mother, because Harry had asked for them there. He was in terrible shape, half of his face was bandaged, James and Lily cried when they saw their father in that state, Albus however was paralyzed on his mother's side.

James asked Albus to tell their parents that he was gay, sometime soon, saying that no, they would not fight with him or throw him out of the house. Seeing his father like that, looking so fragile and so hurt, Albus wanted to throw up, thinking that he could have died without knowing the truth. James never told him why he had hit Greg.

'I'm gay,' he said, awkwardly, and his parents looked at him as if Albus had said that he had found a diamond mine in his room.

He was afraid, so afraid that he went to James' side, who had come out of his father's embrace. Nobody said anything for a while, and Albus thought it had been a bad idea, he should have been quiet.

'Why are we quiet?' James said, nervous. ‘It isn’t a horrible thing what Albus said, you don't need to be like this.’ He didn’t even seem to be breathing. 'He's still the same Albus, boring and stubborn, as usual, and just because he kisses boys doesn't mean anything. And if you two think this is a big deal, I'm going to disinherit myself, because Daddy was excluded his whole life for being different, and I think the Potter know what it's like to be alone, so I don't see any point in making Albus feel like that.' James put his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. 'I think Al deserves our support, and he has my full support. I punched Greg in the face for talking shit, and I would do it again, even if it’s someone twice my size.’

Albus blinked his tears away when his mother hugged him, and when his father called him in for a hug. They were not angry, ‘We would never be angry about that, regardless of who you kiss or how you see yourself, we still love you very much.’, And Albus felt a lot more relaxed and free when that weight came off his shoulders.

'Please call us if someone says something to you. You have a very beautiful face to be hurt by punches.’ Ginny said, filling him with kisses, tears falling down her face.

When James told him that he was dating, Albus wanted to laugh.

It was so obvious that he and Mira had been dancing around each other for months, and every time he saw them together, full of little secrets and smiles, Albus knew they would end up dating.

He and Lily even bet when James would tell the news, Lily who won.

'James doesn't know how to keep a secret.' She said, laughing. 'And he seemed very nervous when I saw him and Mira together near the Astronomy Tower.'

When James asked Albus to go out with him and his friends, he felt important.

They went to Piper's house, together.

Albus felt much older that night, along with James' friends, listening to them talking about girls and boys, and playing video games with them. Michael always asked Albus' opinion if he was quiet for a long time.

‘Any boy on your radar, mini Potter?’ Piper asked, handing him the packet of snacks. 'Pretend your boring brother is not here, and tell us about the Slytherins. Hot or not?’

But when they smoked together, Albus felt that they had reached a new level of friendship between siblings.

Usually Scorpion didn't like being around James on vacation, and Albus knew that he hadn't fully overcome his crush on Mira, and it seemed that James knew it too, because he never talked about girls as much as he talked to Scorpion around.

'It's to irritate you,' he said for the thousandth time. 'He never talks about it, but he knows it will piss you off, so he does.'

James was lying on the floor in the living room, smoking a joint and laughing at something Michael had said, something that involved girls. Scorpion grimaced, and Albus thought his friend really didn't understand what it was like to have an older brother.

‘Sloan, you need to learn to talk to girls, or you’ll be forever comparing their hair to that poisonous flower,’ James said, his voice slightly curled from the marijuana.

'I need to learn? Don't be an asshole, Potter, if it weren't for Hazel you would never have started dating,' Piper snapped, taking the cigarette from James' hand and swallowing, green eyes, which were naturally clear, now dark. ‘And Blanca liked my poem.’

'I would never have agreed to go out with you.' Michael was sitting in the armchair, his feet dangling from the arms of the chair while he was leaning on the other arm, devouring the rest of the ice cream that was in the jar.

'Of course you would, you already kissed me, why wouldn't you accept it?' Piper asked, pushing the cigarette to Albus. ‘Do you want to try, mini Potter?’

‘Albus doesn’t smoke,’ James said, staring at his brother with the eagle eyes very much like the ones his mother gave them when they fought.

'Stop it, James. Albus you can smoke, if you want.' Michael smiled at him, blinking. 'If you don't want to, mini Malfoy can try.' Scorpius looked at Albus, seeming to be talking to him mentally.

'I never smoked,' Scorpius said, looking at the other boys in the room, but Piper didn't seem to mind because he kept the cigarette stretched out for both of them.

‘Take it or leave it, if you don’t want it, I won’t offer it again.’

'You two don't have to do this,' James said, now sitting on the floor.

'But what if I want to?' Scorpius asked, looking more cheeky than usual, and Albus almost laughed at the grimace that James made.

'Then smoke. But I am only responsible for my brother.'James raised his hands, facing the two who were sitting on the other side of the sofa. ‘If you fall, I won’t get you up.’ He would, Albus knew that, but James would never admit it.

'Okay.' Scorpius shrugged, taking the cigarette out of Piper's hand and putting it in his mouth, all attention turned to him. ‘Al?’ He looked at Albus, the joint in his hand, the smoke coming out of his lips as his pupils seemed to dilate a little.

'Will you lift me if I fall?' Albus asked, just to annoy James, taking the cigarette between his fingers. His brother laughed, lying on the floor again.

'I always get you up, Al.'

#hinny #hp next gen #james sirius #albus severus potter #next gen harry potter #ocs

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arsonist-chicken · 3 years

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Lockdown Tag game; I got tagged by @we-are-not-amoosed thank you! I keep forgetting you know I exist, also I hope you had fun being drunk at midnight on a Tuesday hjhjhj.

First of all, a big FUCK YOU to tumblr, because I was at the LAST QUESTION and opened ONE NEW TAB to look up the word windmill, and when I went back to tumblr, my post was GONE, so here we go again. If an answer seems short of half-answered, it’s because I didn’t feel like typing everything again.

Are you staying home from work or school?

HA. Yes. Love that for me. Not at all. My university opened for 1 1/2 weeks in March 2020, then for another 4 weeks in November, and it has been closed ever since. I’m in my dormitory in the town I study in, not home home at my parents’ place though, because that would Not end well. The internet connection sucks though, that’s really annoying with distance learning. When I go into The City for A Thing, I usually cycle past my department and it makes we Yearn to go back in there, which is a thing I didn’t think would ever happen, but one pandemic later and suddenly everyone would kill for the change to go back to work/school in person, wouldn’t we?

If you’re staying home who is there with you?

I live in a dormitory, so technically, there’s a lot of other people there, but I don’t really talk to any of them except for when we meet in the hallways or the kitchen or wherever, so really it’s just me, the stuffed animal my friend got me last year because I kept whining that I didn’t have a cat like her at her boyfriend’s place where she basically lives now, and the birds who come to eat from the bird house I put on my balcony.

If it makes you feel any better @we-are-not-amoosed, not that I think it will but hey, who knows, my twin sister is moving out in December, so I will be the only child at home with my parents during summer/Christmas/Easter break, which will be Not Fun. I’ll take another 1 ½ years for my degree, and another 2 if I do a master’s, so that’s about... 1-3/4 years I’ll be alone with my parents while my perfect sister gets to move out and move on and live Adult Life fully respected as an Adult working with renewable energy, as opposed to the Disappointment who takes 5 years for a 3 year degree in a field that’s hard to find employment in and never Does Stuff like my mother wants me to Do Stuff.

Are you a homebody?

I’m with @we-are-not-amoosed there, I didn’t know what that meant, but Pons says “Stubenhocker”. A bit I guess? I’m definitely fine being home by myself if I’m unbothered there (read: not at my parents’ when they are home) and I do need time by myself to recharge. But probably like everyone else, I crave and enjoy social contact a ton more than Before. I meet a friend fairly often (aka the only friend still here instead of home for distance learning), and today we worked together (handing out flyers which idk why the company pays us to hand them out, like 95% of them get thrown away immediately, but hey, we’re getting paid 🤷) and then went to sit by the river, and there were SO MANY people there, it was not *entirely* corona-compliant (but outside with town-typical wind, so it’s fine I think, with my non-existent knowledge about spreading of viruses and such), but honestly? I just couldn’t be bothered to care in that moment: it was warm and sunny, I was there with a very close friend, people were laughing and dancing to good music, it was just so GOOD to be there, almost as if Corona didn’t exist. The police even drove by like they always do to check for people smoking weed and didn’t say anything like usual, so hey. It was just so good, okay? So, homebody? Within reason, I guess, but less than Before, probably.

An event you were looking forward to that eventually got cancelled?

Oh boy, SO MANY. The one I’m most bitter about was a very prestigious international interpreting event, that would have involved me interpreting in the actual European Parliament building in Strasbourg. But there was also a festival week with my best friend I was looking forward to, maybe even a second festival with another friend, my company’s ten year anniversary party, etc. And Prides! I came out to my family in 2019, and was like “Yay, I can finally go to Prides now!” but well 🤷

DUDE SO MANY ARE YOU KIDDING ME

CONCERTS: 5SOS (I SHOULD HAVE heard “Old Me” in a crowd full of other people getting nostalgic for their past selves, but NO), Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Rock im Park aka GREEN DAY AND RISE AGAINST (I have been trying to see Rise Against for YEARS and ALWAYS something gets in the way!), one or two small local artists.

ERASMUS: I should have gone to Russia for a semester to improve my not-too-great speaking skills but Corona said FUCK YOU you will study ALONE and LONELY in your ROOM like a child on TIMEOUT

PRIDE: none in particular, just generally it would have been nice to go, maybe even with a friend to the one in Vienna

Also just general stuff like birthdays and get-togethers with friends, and my club’s annual get-together was cancelled too, and it would have been my friend, sister and my’s 10-year-anniversary, so that sucked to get cancelled.

What movies have you watched recently?

Movies? Pfuh, I don’t know, I’m not really into movies anymore, tbh. TV-series and games are more my jam.

Descendants 1 +2, I finally watched those after I read so much fanfiction that I knew the plot without having watched a single scene that isn’t a music video that youtube kept showing me. They’re nice enough, if you overlook the fact that they make a 16-year-old king while there’s still perfectly capable adults but whatever, there’s a lot of cute moments (Carlos and Jane omg) and a lot of funny ones (UMA. Is HILARIOUS), the music kind of slaps ngl, and arguably Mal + Evie are queer and in love. I still want to watch the third soon, and rewatch The Hunger Games since it showed up on my dash recently.

What shows are you watching?

Rewatching Julie and the Phantoms forever until the end of time (or until season 2 comes out @netflix, and I started Brooklyn 99 again for background noise/low-energy background watching. A friend recommended Ginny & Georgia and it’s okay enough, but it’s written in a way that makes you want to keep watching because there’s just such whack stuff happening that you want it explained; it’s 1h episodes though, that’s a bit hard on my attention span. I want to rewatch FMA:B some time, too.

What are you reading?

@we-are-not-amoosed said “tumblr posts and the texts I translate at work” and if that isn’t a Mood. I’d love to read more, but my attention span is shit and my reading comprehension even worse. I *am* reading “Explain to me like I’m 5” atm which explains stuff easily, like, well, you’re 5 years old, so you’d think a 23-year-old could understand, no? No. I read it, I vaguely understand some stuff, I close the book, and it’s G-O-N-E, not a single thing left. Literally the only thing I remember – and this is why I had to re-write ^^^all that because I needed to look up the English word for Windräder, if that’s even what they’re called in German but whatever I’m tired – is that insects and birds die a LOT in windmills when they get too close and get sucked in and can’t escape anymore, which is one of the reasons windmills aren’t as environmentally friendly as we thought when we built them. Anyhow, I’d love to read more, but idk, there are a lot of posts on here, some I’ve reblogged, that are like.. something something reading fanfiction is easier because you already know the characters and universe something something less mental energy something something idk. Yeah I mostly read fanfiction these days. I hope I’ll get back to reading books sometime soon-ish, I have a long list.

What are you doing for self-care?

Hm. I meet my friend I mentioned above pretty regularly, and I have a notebook that I write stuff in that was nice or made me happy when that happened (like today: working with my friend and then sitting among people by the river in the sun with said friend). I’m getting a tattoo next week (3 cat paws + 1 dog paw = technically my two cats and my late cat and dog, but well, two of them are dead, so I asked two friends for a paw print of their cat and dog, so I’ll always have those two with me, too). I try to make a to-do-list each day, but I rarely stick to it. I apply eyeshadow and body glitter if I want to, I dye my hair bright colors (think pink, purple, blue, red, maybe orange next). I always have chocolate in my room meaning I stopped depriving myself of food I like/food in general because it’s “healthier”/”I need to lose weight” etc. all that you know all those great reasons. I went to a doctor about my knee and it ended up being useless but I went, so.

I also went to see a therapist but she is very useless, like “ended our first session telling me well she doesn’t know how to help me/if she can help me at all/if therapy would even help me” kind of useless; I’ll go again next week and see if that changes or if next week will be the last week and I’ll go back to Dealing Like Before, which is not great but whatever. I’ve lived until 23 without therapy, surely I can keep doing it. Therapy’s expensive if it’s not covered (which this doctor IS which is why I went to her but it’s still a waste of time) and if it’s not gonna work/not gonna help me apparently or if there’s nothing actually wrong OR that therapist is just like, bad at her job, what’s the point of going yk?

Uggggh, I hope the swimming pools and Zumba class will be open again soon, Zumba (also with said friend) is AMAZING, easy fun exercise you don’t need any knowledge or skill for and you can hang out with your friend by the street after for an hour and say goodbye five times and then remember one more thing you wanted to actually still mention and stand there for another 20 minutes hjhjhj. Best times, truly.

Idk this is probably not self-care but I got a small job working with Austrian German and it gnetflix the chance to save up a bit and add it to my resume and also hopefully get my mother to shut up about my non-existent job prospects for a bit, so that’s kind of helping in making me feel a bit more like I’m Being An Adult (also because it means I have to learn how to change my insurance and finance department stuff now, yey).

Tagging: @languages-and-else @psychicbouquetblaze-stuff @the-real-daddy-van-der-bellen @sunsetcurveofficial if you feel like doing it, also sorry @we-are-not-amoosed it became such a rambled long answe on almost everything hjhjhj

#tag games #me talks #covid-19 #swearing #It’s a post about corona there Must be swearing

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accioxreparo · 3 years

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i've listened to "you & me" at least 5 times today and i can't stop thinking about george x reader in someone to you because you said it reminds you of them and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

CECE OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY LONG YESTERDAY AND TODAY!!!!

Legit while I was working on that last fic I posted last night and literally all that kept popping into my head was George x reader in STY so have these cute little hc’s about them because ily!!!!

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It had never really occurred to George to give you a nickname

you were always just ‘Y/N’ to him and he didn’t really think there was any need to call you anything else

it happened during your fourth year and while he himself isn’t able to pinpoint where ‘my love’ came from, Fred remembers clearly

you’d been spending more time than ever with Oliver, especially considering he’d given in and officially had McGonagall make you his assistant captain instead of just saying it

not to mention the fact that Alicia was out for at least a couple months after a particularly bad fall and you were in charge of helping Katie catch up on all the formations

It’s late, nearing curfew, and the typical sound of you and Oliver bickering can be heard the moment the portrait hole cracks open

“Regretting trying out yet?” Fred smirks as he sees the dead tired, and frankly annoyed, look on Katie’s face. She falls onto one of the armchairs and her voice comes out muffled. “I’m getting there.”

George, however, has his eyes trained on you and Oliver arguing. It was a sight everybody was used to but it looks different now. It sounds different too.

“Babe, I’m telling you, that maneuver is never going to work.” “Of course it will. Give me three practices and I will have Angelina and Katie perfecting these moves.” “I’ll give you half of one to give it a try.” “Two?” “One, final offer.” “You’re so difficult.” “Whatever you say, babe.” “Don’t call me that.”

The second Oliver leaves the Common Room George is standing to move next to where you had sat on the floor nearest the large windows without a second thought. He stares at you for a few moments before finally shaking out of his small trance

“When did that happen?” You frown at the question and lean your head on his shoulder just as you have hundreds of times before. “When did what happen?”

“He means when did Wood start calling you ‘babe’?” Fred interrupts and sits in front of the two of you without hesitation, leaning back on his hands with a smirk. “Is there something we should know about?”

“I’m offended you’d even think so,” Your nose scrunches a bit and you drop your gloves on the floor beside you. “You’d have to ask him that. Hate it though. Doesn’t suit me. Not from him anyway.”

And that statement is the one that gets stuck in George’s head and he doesn’t quite know why. Doesn’t suit me, not from him.

Honestly, he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, it just kinda happens without meaning to

“Hand me those ingredients over there, please, dear?” “Did you catch what Binns said, honey? May or may not have fallen asleep during the lecture again.” “Hogsmeade tomorrow, angel?”

Most of the time you roll your eyes but don’t say much about it. That is until he breaks out a new one. The last new one.

“What do you think, my love?” George looks up from where he’d been looking over some of their newest footage only to find you staring at your Charms homework intently

He can read you like a book. The name had caught you off guard and he’s finally gotten a reaction out of you. It’s only confirmed when your head shoots up to look at him. “Sorry, uh, what happened?”

George tries his hardest not to smile so instead he goes back to the screen in front of him “I asked what you thought about Fred and I making these videos a weekly thing, my love.”

“I, uh,” You clear your throat, finally managing to look him in the eyes again. “I think it’s, think it’s worth a shot.”

He looks at you once more and gives a nod, “Good.”

A week passes and George has successfully managed to work ‘my love’ into every conversation he has with you, probably enjoying your reaction just a bit too much

especially when he overhears you scolding Oliver for the nicknames again

“I’ve figured it out,” Fred announces one day after watching you walk away from them with Katie again. “You were jealous.”

“About what exactly?” George is only half paying attention but the next words that leave Fred’s mouth have him doing a double take. “Of Y/N and Oliver spending so much time together.”

George is silent for just a little bit too long.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He finally says, putting down the thing he’d been working on and glaring at Fred. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Well I don’t know, Georgie, why are people usually jealous of their friends being close with other people?”

“Do you ever say anything how it is?” “Do you ever acknowledge anything without deflecting?”

They stare at each other for a second before George shakes his head and looks at his parchment again. “You’re reading too much into it. Y/N’s done the same thing with Ginny, Mione, and Luna for as long as she’s known them. Started doing it with Harry too. The nicknames mean nothing.”

Fred knows better than to push any further. He does, however, feel a bit obligated to mention the conversation he’d overheard you having earlier in the Great Hall. “She’s got a date this weekend.”

George doesn’t look up again but he does stop and put his full attention on the sudden change in topic. “With who?” “Alex Creswell.” “Why?”

He rolls his eyes when Fred laughs at his reaction, finally looking up at him again. “I didn’t know Y/N even knew him.” “They’re partners in Arithmancy apparently.”

Fred watched closely as George seemed to silently work out what it was he’d just been told. When he couldn’t easily figure out what his thoughts were he asked “What do you think, then?” “About what?” “The date, obviously.” “What am I supposed to think?”

He lets out a groan and lets his head fall backward before quickly changing the subject, figuring the topic wasn’t going to turn out to be as interesting as he thought

You don’t notice any of the whispers and George doesn’t either

Not when he runs into the Great Hall a couple months later alongside Fred shouting, “You will never guess what happened, my love!”

Or when the Celestial Ball is held and you both go with other people but you’re constantly by each other’s sides anyway “C’mon, darling, you love this song!” “But, my love, I’m tired.”

Not even when the twins hit their first big milestone on their channel and you throw them a party in the Room of Requirement. “You, my love, always believed in us.” “Well of course, darling, you know how much I love you guys.”

Nothing ever happens though and after those first few months of George shouting ‘my love’ everywhere you went together, everybody else simply gets used to it.

You get used to it too and you’ve never thought twice about the nickname, one you don’t even realize he doesn’t use with anybody else

You don’t notice it until the fake dating starts.

It’s then that you backtrack just as you had all those years ago, nervous about who overhears and what it means.

That’s the thing, though, really. You’re not sure if it even means anything at all and you’re terrified that you’re thinking about it too much where he isn’t.

The more things evolve in yours and George’s relationship, your fake relationship, the more confused you get.

You start to hang on to the words whenever you hear ‘my love’ leave his lips, whenever you see them typed on the screen.

Then the looks become a little too long and the touches a little too soft and one day you shake yourself out of the flurry of thoughts you’d let yourself slip into and convince yourself that it’s all in your head.

George calling you my love has always been normal. It means absolutely nothing different now than it did when he first started using the nickname.

Right?

#ahh i just love these two so much :')#oof and i promise the little bit with oliver will make more sense after the next part lol #i wrote some hc's about reader oliver and charlie to go with the next part and forgot i hadn't posted them yet whoops #ANYWAY CECE ILYSM OH MY GOSH!#someone to you

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narukoibito · 4 years

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charity work bonus snippet

@the-hinny-shipper

Oh my gosh I love this. Probably not, but is there like a part 2 or something? I know that's meant to be the end, but I need to know what happens next.

Thank you so much for the kind words to charity work, my Muggle AU where Ginny is a famous football player who helps Harry teepee and egg his ex’s house! ♥️

I am actually working on a part 2. Harry and Ginny of this world just couldn’t stop chattering in my head, and there’s about 2.5k words thus far. I know what’s going to happen - I just need to write, edit, and pull the trigger and post it...

But in the meantime, I am sharing a funny little subplot that I wasn’t sure was ever going to see the light of day. It’s a bit of a prequel that I started but then dropped because it didn’t add much to the story...but today I thought, eh, why not share since we can all use some laughs now more than ever. It’s unbetaed, and I’m still iffy on it, but I hope you this will tide you over until I get part 2 posted.

(Also tagging the lovely @isidar-mithrim and @blattgefluester in case you are interested since you were both so amazingly kind toward charity work!)

Summary: This wasn’t what Seamus had in mind when he suggested Ginny do more charity work.

The Prophet landing on the table with a loud thud.

“What’s this?”

“This, Ginny, is the result of your spectacular interview with Miss Rita Skeeter.”

Ginny lifted her chin, pushing the paper away from her and returning to shoveling her porridge down. “So it’s the usual rubbish.”

Seamus pursed his lips, annoyed that once again she wasn’t taking this seriously. “Rubbish it may be, but rubbish that sells.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “So are you here as my publicist or as a friend?”

“Can’t I be both?” He grinned.

She prodded the offensive article with distaste. “What do they say this time?”

“Well, Miss Skeeter took it upon herself to approach all your exes for an ‘expose.’”

“I like to kick a ball for a living. I don’t understand the obsession with my love life.”

“The all-star player who went pro at your age with your looks?” Seamus winked. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Don’t let Dean catch you doing that.”

“He knows I’m a hopeless flirt,” he dismissed cheerfully.

She made a strangled, irritated noise.

“Look, it’s not too bad.” He unfurling the paper with a wince. The headliner, Wonder Girl Weasley Not So Wonderful Girlfriend?, paired with an unflattering photo of Ginny shoving a camera away from her face flashed back at her. “She found some, er, old classmates to go on the record.”

Ginny’s expression darkened. “Record about what?”

“You remember when you stopped people from bullying Luna? And Neville? And when Dean and I got together? Well, somehow Skeeter got in touch with Parkinson, Zabini, Smith... Skeeter may or may not insinuate that you’re…aggressive. Have a bit of a temper.”

Ginny grabbed the paper and began reading loudly, “Since the early days of her youth, Ginevra Molly Weasley, better known as Ginny, the Wonder Girl Weasley, has been bewitching men to do her bidding. We here at The Prophet have long extolled the many virtues of Miss Weasley, but I, your fearless investigator of truth, uncovered a disturbing pattern in how Miss Weasley wraps men around her little finger. What others thought was wit and charm, I have uncovered may actually be the result of a threatening temper. I dare to ask, should we be concerned with Miss Weasley’s trail of broken hearts and perhaps other broken body parts?”

He bit his tongue as Ginny read the part where Rita expounded on Ginny’s "commoner” country-side upbringing” surrounded by her “rowdy” brothers as the source of her “violent streak.”

“I only punched Parkinson once, and that was when she poured punch on Luna!” Ginny scrunched up the newspaper and flung it angrily into the bin. “She goes on about some weird sorcery I have with men.”

“Look, I’ve already called Parvati about getting you on some morning shows, but maybe this time we can agree on some talking points, hmm? And maybe have you do some charity work, show your gentle, caring side. Get some positive press coverage.”

She continued to fume, muttering under her breath, “Skeeter gives witches a bad name.”

“It’ll all pass, Ginny,” Seamus smiled at her sympathetically. “Come back later tonight. Dean’s making roast, and we’ll talk about how to set the narrative straight.”

He sent her on her way, hoping that practice would relieve some of the rage.

Seamus’s head emerged from the oven, his face flushed scarlet. “Ginny, you can’t just go meet random fans and help them commit a crime!”

Even after all these years, she never ceased to amaze them. But this - randomly taking an Instagram follower’s request to egg and teepee a house? This was one of Ginny’s more...creative ideas.

“That’s right,” Dean agreed, taking the roast and plating it. “For all you know he could wank to your posters.”

“Well then you’d know he has good taste,” she said, dripping her finger into the cooling gravy.

“Ginny,” they sighed together in exasperation and pushing her away from the kitchen counter.

“What happened between this morning and now?”

“You’re always saying I should do more charity,” she said pointedly.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Seamus wagged a finger at her. She folded her arms across her chest, staring them down (which was quite the accomplishment, considering how much taller they were).

“We can’t let you do this.”

“When has anyone ever let me do anything?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Seamus and Dean shared a long look, no doubt both of them remembering that one time she broke into the headmaster’s office to steal back the replica toy sword Ron was stupid enough wear to school as part of his knight costume for Halloween.

“Look,” Dean said carefully, leading her into the dining room as Seamus followed, plates of food laden in his arms. “We know you’re more than capable to taking care of yourself.”

“Damn straight,” she said, but she let him gently nudge her into her seat.

“But as your friends — ”

“One of whom would like to stay gainfully employed,” Seamus cut in, playing the food on the table.

“—and who would absolutely be murdered by your brothers if they ever found out, we want to make sure you’re…thinking straight.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Oh, we know,” Seamus said, deadpan. “But I really don’t need another article supporting this theory that you’re aggressive. If you beat the bloke up and the press catches wind of it…”

“I’m going. I put this idea into his head. And look at him,” she said, holding up a picture of H-P-Lightening, smiling sheepishly into the camera.

They examined the photo skeptically as Ginny tucked into dinner. Maybe while they were distracted, she could nick an extra bit of roast.

“He’s cute,” Seamus pointed out.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Not the point.”

"Doesn’t hurt,” Dean said.

“He and I share a similar goal: to serve some much-needed justice in the world. And since I can’t go about egging Michael’s house without it ending up on the Sunday papers, I can at least help someone else.”

“His hair is an absolute disaster, but it somehow works on him,” Seamus continued, ignoring her.

“Those green eyes,” Dean said appreciatively.

“Plays football too,” Seamus said, clicking through to some videos. “He’s fit.”

Now they were both giving Ginny a look with entirely new context.

“It’s not like that,” she said breezily.

“Maybe she’s hoping he wanks to her poster,” Seamus snickered, not believing her for a second.

“He could wind up in trouble if he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“And you’re an expert?” Dean asked.

“I’m a Weasley.” She smiled wickedly, and they laughed. “Besides, who am I to ignore a gentleman in distress?”

“Okay, fine, if we can’t stop you —”

She snorted.

“—then we’re coming with you.”

“What?”

“We’ll watch from a safe distance,” Seamus assured her, Dean nodding along. “Just to make sure you don’t end up in the papers.”

“We will help you hide the body,” Dean said.

Ginny looked from one to the other. They were grinning at her, half eager and half earnestly. She didn’t need them to come. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. But, suppose this turned out to be something she wasn’t expecting…

“Fine, but —” she added quickly when they started to wiggle their eyebrows at one another “—the moment, and I mean the very moment I give you the signal, you better make yourself scarce.”

Dean and Seamus beamed across the table. “Whatever you want, luv!”

“You can’t stay if you’re going to be this obvious.” Ginny growled.

“Obvious? We’re perfectly inconspicuous,” Seamus bristled.

“You brought binoculars,” she said dryly, placed her hands on her hips. “And a bat."

“Told you she wouldn’t like that,” Dean said.

“I won’t use the bat. It’s just in case we need to scare him off.”

Ginny and Dean gave him a look.

“What? This person could be tricking us!”

When Ginny’s glare made his back hair stick on end, Seamus relented.

“Fine, we’ll cross the street,” Seamus said, taking Dean by the arm. When they turned around, Ginny was still scowling, whipping out her phone and texting them furiously.

You are going to have to HIDE.

There’s nothing strange about us being here! Seamus typed back.

You’re two random, loitering blokes, ready to stalk or bean someone. If you’re going to stay, you’re going to hide. Ginny over at them critically. Behind those bushes.

“Ugh,” Seamus groaned, crouching down and behind the bushes with his boyfriend dutifully following. He swatted at a twig that was unpleasantly digging into the side of his bum.

Happy? he texted her back.

Delirious. Remember. You both better leave when I give the signal. Or else.

A shudder went down his spine, knowing very well what Ginny was capable of.

“This isn’t what I imagined our cozy Friday evening being.”

“You don’t really mind,” Dean said, smiling knowingly.

Seamus huffed and peered into the binoculars rather than reply. Yes, he was worried about this blowing up in his face (things often did), but he couldn’t deny he was a bit curious. He had never seen Ginny look that way at a photo before.

“You just want a front row seat,” Dean teased.

“Shut — oh, I think that’s him!”

They watched with anticipation as a lanky, bespectacled bloke with tousled black hair ascended the train station steps. He seemed to be deeply brooding as Ginny approached him. Through the binoculars, Seamus watched as this fellow, Harry something-or-other, looked up, eyes wide, and nearly tripped over the last step.

“They seem to be hitting it off,” Dean said as Ginny and Harry laughed before she handed him a hoodie.

They began walking, and Seamus scrambled to follow. “Come on.”

He kept an eye out for anyone else who might be around, but there didn’t seem to be anyone who recognized or followed Ginny.

“I think we can leave the bat.” Dean chuckled, swiping the binoculars for a closer look himself.

They trailed the other couple from across the street, doing the best they could to be inconspicuous. Ginny and this bloke looked good together. He looked oddly charming with his wild hair and glasses, but it was really the way he looked at Ginny at set Seamus at ease. They kept talking, laughing, smiling at one another. Seamus hadn’t seen her laugh so much since…he couldn’t even remember.

Was that — was Ginny Weasley blushing?

After several minutes, Seamus and Dean stopped and looked at each other.

Ginny had completely forgotten about them.

“Do you think if we leave now, we can still catch the last half of the game?”

“Yeah,” Seamus said, taking Dean’s hand as they headed home.

Maybe their Friday evening plans could be salvaged after all.

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riaofthestars · 4 years

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The Anchor

Part 2

Uma x Harry

Warnings: Swearing, angst with a happy ending, near character death, and Harry should come with a warning, sorry have you seen him🥺

Flashback

“Uma!” Harry called out, pouring when he didn’t get a reply, “Uma-la-la-la!”

“Call me one more time and you’ll find yourself at the wrong end of your own hook.”

The sea witch in question scowled as she appeared behind him.

“Ye so sure you’ll be able to steal it from me?”

He asked, smirking, quickly checking if anyone was around before wrapping an arm around her firmly.

“I can steal anything from you.” Uma stayed confidently, just about managing to not melt under his touch. It was broad daylight, after all, and she had a reputation to maintain.

“Including me poor heart, ye siren.”

He flirted casually, and she laughed at his antics.

“We’re you just calling to annoy me?”

“No, no!” Harry suddenly got excited, stopping his walk down the hallway of Serpent Prep.

“Me dad’s holding a boat race, and who wins gets an old vessel of his. And guess which one?”

“He wouldn’t give away the Jolly Roger?” Uma questioned, wide-eyed. This was huge. With a ship, they could start assembling a crew properly, just like they’d always wanted to.

“Not on yer life.” Her boy said, “But it’s nearly as good. The Lost Revenge, Uma, our ship!”

She almost squealed.

“We’ll win it, easy. And then we’ll have a ship and a crew and when we get off this aisle, we’ll sail off, and I’ll be Captain, and you’ll be First Mate-“

“Wait just a second, lass,” Harry interrupted, looking a little insulted, “Who said that I wouldn’t be Captain and ye First Mate?”

“As if,” Uma snorted, and hit his arm lightly, “We both know I’m the natural leader of this little gang.”

“Fish-bait,” Harry growled in disbelief, “Me dad is the most dreaded Pirate Captain-“

“Yeah, and my mom is the most feared Sea Witch in every land! Plus, your dad was defeated by a ten-year-old!”

Harry looked affronted, but he was probably going to with her plan. She knew him, and that was his Let-Uma-Win face. Then, he got all brightened up, and she knew it whatever he said would be trouble.

“We’ll make a wager,” he announced with finality, “After we win that little shindig event, we’ll have our own boat race. And whoever wins, becomes Captain and the other becomes First Mate. Deal?”

“Deal,” she replied instantly, “Prepare to serve under me forever, Hook.”

“I already do that, me goddess.” Hardy replied dramatically, even bowing his head towards her for theatrical effect.

“I only wish,” Uma teased, tugging on one ear, “You’d be a lot more useful then.”

He laughed, loud and hearty, and rested his head on hers for a brief second before pulling away, and making to walk to his next class.

“And Harry?”

He turned around at the sound of his voice, unable to escape the feeling that something was missing from him.

“Told you I could steal it.”

Uma said with a wink, as she brandished his hook in the air. He stared down at his hand in bewilderment, amazed to see himself clutching a metal rod instead of his trusty weapon, as her laughter echoed down the hallway.

That was when he realised that she really had him, in every way possible.

-X-

Uma patching up Harry after a few bottles thrown by Captain Hook in a drunken fit had hit a little too close to home-

“I’ll kill him,” she’d hissed, already clutching a knife in her little hands, as he talked her down from her rage.

She would do anything for him.

-X-

Harry and Uma doing dishes together at Ursula’s seafood joint, even though he had chores back home-

“Why’d you stay back all the time?” She asked him one day, curiosity too much for her.

“Who else will finish off the leftovers, eh?” He’d answered cheekily, but had squeezed her hand too, clearly indicating where it was rubbed raw from working all the time.

“You’re welcome to them anytime.” Uma has retorted with a snort, but something warm welled in her heart. And he understood what she meant- that she appreciated him coming by and helping her.

So he smiled almost softly as he rubbed his own hands raw cleaning the mangy leftovers of the strange customers of the shop.

-X-

“He’s slipping.”

Someone said it in a hushed voice in the present, and it jolted Uma back to a reality she didn’t want to face.

Everything was a dull thrum in her ears. She faintly registered a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Honey,” Belle’s maternal voice sounded near her, “you should get some sleep. You aren’t going to help him by running yourself into the ground.”

Uma didn’t respond. She didn’t think it was a very good idea to yell at the Queen Mother.

I’m going to sleep? My first mate might die any minute and you want me to sleep?

Ben spoke next, and she wished he hadn’t.

“I don’t want to be the one to say this, but they’re not going to make it.”

She didn’t want to even think about Harry dying, and what that might to do to her, so she just gripped his hand tighter, digging her nails in, and spat out,

“And who cares if she lives or dies?”

Belle and the Beast looked affronted, while Ben was a mix of understanding and firm.

“Audrey is my subject too. Obviously, she had some mental issues which she needs to work out. Believe me, she will be punished according to her crimes, but in a fair court of justice.”

“Fair? Fair?” Uma laughed hysterically, and spoke, “She has almost killed my first mate. He is my goddamn life. If you don’t punish her, Ben, peace or no, I will hunt her down and kill her myself. Nobody touches my people.”

“That’s not something a young girl should say-“

Fairy Godmother began, only to be cut off.

“Really?”

Evie broke in, milder but disappointment still shining through, “Because everyday on the Isle was like this. Uma had to hurt people to protect her own, and she doesn’t have to be sorry about it- she did what was necessary. You made us grow up there, surrounded by violence and hate, and then expect us to fit right in being normal?”

“That’s not what they meant, E.”

Ben tried to defuse the situation, and it mostly worked, but Gil said something to shut them all up-

“Uma, I don’t understand. Audrey tried to hurt Auradon and Harry and we’re saving her? But when we did it, didn’t people try to kill us?”

None of the elders in the room were ready to accept responsibility for what they had done, but they were shaken to the core. To fill the uncomfortable silence, Fairy Godmother moved to the side of the bed again, recasting the spell to check their vitals, and then gasped.

“They have roughly three hours, and that’s the end of the line.”

Uma clenched down on Harry’s hand so hard she was afraid she had broken something. Three hours? What were they going to do in three hours? Slowly, she brought his knuckles to her lips, kissing his calloused hands. What wouldn’t she have done to see him up and flirting and winking at her while she did this?

I love you.

She would never even get to tell him.

Mal took a steadying breath.

“The only person who can do anything to help them,” she paused and restarted, nerves visible, “is Hades.”

“Hades?” Uma asked in surprise, her mind working fast, thinking of possibilities and hopes, something that could save Harry. A little rumour she had heard down at the docks, on Ginny’s side, knocked at her head...

“Why would he help? It’s too risky.” Ben asked, ever the voice of reason.

Uma was just about ready to leap up and say fuck risky, I’ll barter my soul to him if Harry gets to live, when Mal spoke up again.

“Actually, he might for me. Hades’s my father.”

“What?” Gil asked out loud, eyebrows rising high up.

“So it’s true then.” The sea witch said in an impressed tone.

“You knew?” The purple haired fairy whipped her head around to look at her in surprise.

“I heard about it, wasn’t too sure whether to believe it. That turncoat Zeke heard a conversation at Hun’s and reported back to me.”

“Why did the Huns have any of my information?”

Mal asked, her brow furrowing.

“What do you think Claudine was doing with the two older Gastons all the time? And Boogey tells us all about the things he hears while going about looking cute.”

Belle interrupted the conservation.

“You have quite the.... information agency set up. It sounds a bit like running a kingdom.”

“It is,” said Uma simply, and then showed teeth, “Except bloodier.”

Ben started, “Uma, Gil, does Harry have any family back in the Isle? We’re not bringing Captain Hook here, obviously, but if his mother or someone- we could get the guards to bring them along with Hades.”

“Yeah,” the daughter of Ursula said quietly, “His sisters, Harriet and CJ, bring them here. Don’t worry about Old Hook- I wouldn’t have asked you to bring him anyway. You’ll need to ask one of the guards to carry something to show them my face through video- they won’t go anywhere with Auradon dressed guards. Harriet will come for her brother, and CJ trusts me.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you say you wouldn’t bring over Harry’s father even if you had the choice? I mean, surely...”

Fairy Godmother interjected, all sweetness and concern, and the Captain immediately tensed.

“Not my story to tell,” she said tersely, and then added, “You let these monsters raise children, and then you worry about us now? What about when he was so young he couldn’t fight back? When I couldn’t fight for him, either? Every kid there is-“

Her voice broke, and Carlos gravely put in his confirmation.

“It’s true. None of us had a good life there, and none of the kids there do. We fought against you then, Uma, but I can understand why you have so much anger for the people here. The four of us-“

He gestured to Mal, Evie, Jay and himself-

“We were so caught up in our shiny new lives here that we forgot about the ones suffering there. We’re sorry, Uma.”

“Don’t apologise to me,” she said sadly, “Say it to Jura who got beaten up so bad he can’t walk no more, and say it to Mandy Mim whose mother died cause they don’t have hospitals to give a safe birth there, or Quilla Heart and Ginny Gothel who got knocked around pretty awful near the center area.”

“Quilla?” Surprisingly, it was Jay who looked the most pained at that, “She was the sweetest out there.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The former King and Queen looked horrified, and Fairy Godmother was fanning herself in consternation.

With an almost defeated sigh, Uma settled herself closer to her first mate, clutching tight. The emotion of the day almost overwhelmed her.

“Just come back to me.” She whispered, bending down to press a kiss on his closed eyelids.

A single tear ran down her cheek.

-X-

Uma’s back was sore. Really, really sore. That’s what happened when you sat on a ramrod straight on a bed without a backrest for two hours after having the most gruelling and emotionally fraught 24 hours ever.

None of it even registered with her.

A scuffle of shoes at the door interrupted her silent vigil. Uma looked up to see the Auradon guards accompany both Harriet and CJ into the room. The Hook girls stopped hissing at the officers the minute they saw their brother’s body, staring at it.

Her voice was scratchy as she instructed, “You can leave now.”

The guards didn’t move, until Ben popped his head in and ushered them out.

The minute the rich mahogany door was shut, CJ allowed her eyes to show her tears and ran to Uma immediately, hugging her waist.

“Uma?” She asked, fear in her voice, “Harry’s going to be okay, right? Why’ve they called us here?”

Harriet, who had been in a shocked, vulnerable state till then, snapped out of it.

“Don’t be stupid, CJ.” She bit out, and her lain leaked through even though she tried to sound hard, “You think these people would’ve let us out if it weren’t to say goodbye to Harry?”

“Not goodbye,” Uma said sharply, holding CJ a little tighter, “Not yet at least. Hades, he might...”

“Oh yeah, Hades,” Harriet snorted rudely, “Sure, Hades who’s sat around listening to opera music for twenty years in his lair, is somehow going to get my brother back.”

“We have to try!” Uma argued, even though the sinking feeling in her chest pessimistically whispered,

He’s gone, Uma, and you did that.

“Tell me something,” The eldest Hook spat, “How did it happen? The bitch must have known that you or Mal were the real dangers.”

The sea witch bent her head in shame and resignation, “He took it for me. Told me to make sure you two were okay.”

Harriet laughed bitterly in disbelief.

“Of fucking course it was for you. Of course. Mad about you, my brother, and I don’t see why. You’ve done nothing but boss over him, use him, and now you managed to kill him. Congratulations, should I-“

Uma saw red.

Harriet and her weren’t always like this. They were good once, and she used to call her Ettie and run around with all the siblings. But then Uma grew up, and Harry preferred to spend his time with her more than anyone. Everyone knew that the first person in his life was Uma. And Harriet thought he was being foolish, especially when he was First Mate instead of Captain, and when Uma became a rival Pirate Captain on the Isle to her. Their crews had never gone to war, mostly because of Harry, but relations weren’t too friendly either.

And that was okay. Uma got it- she wasn’t so fond of the hard-and-fast talking Harriet Hook, roughest and toughest out there, either.

But to say that she killed Harry?

“HE’S NOT DEAD YET!” Uma exploded, moving away from CJ to come threateningly close to the eldest girl in the room, who stood unfazed.

“HE’S NOT DEAD YET, SO STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT. GODS ALIVE, YOU THINK YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO IS HURTING? I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM! I NEED HIM, HARRIET, I-“

Harriet’s cool facade broke, and the smallest flinch registered in her. She backed down, looking away and sitting on the couch nearest to the bed. A clear sign of defeat- Uma won this one. Even victory over Harrie Hook didn’t taste as sweet as it should have.

Uma was breathing hard and harsh, and she had to take a few seconds to compose herself.

CJ, who had been silent up until now, spoke up, her voice raw.

“If he does go,” she breathed, “It’s the way he would have wanted to. He would’ve been okay with this. Anything for his Captain, he would have said.”

Uma could barely stop herself from breaking down right there and then, so Harriet filled up the empty space with words of grudging acceptance and grief.

“Yeah,” she said, “He really would have.”

The three pirate girls sat together silently until the door opened again a few minutes later, to show Ben and the God of the Underworld himself, accompanied by Mal and Evie. Gil hadn’t come- seeing Harry like that had been to much for him when he first saw the body and the high of victory was immediately replaced by devastation. He’d been holed up in Jay’s room since then, who’d offered it out of sympathy and goodwill.

“Hey,” Ben said, “He’s holding up, right?”

“Just about.” CJ said squeakily, before squinting at him, “You’re the King, aren’t you?”

“Uh, yes,” he replied, a little taken aback by her springy curls and cute face.

What, was he expecting Isle kids to have horns and a devil tail?

“There aren’t any rotten bananas around.” CJ said disappointedly.

“Why do you need them, CJ?” It was Evie who asked, taking over from Harriet and Uma as the sole entertainer of the kid. They were too numb to do it.

The little girl looked right at Ben and scowled darkly, saying, “I promised Ginny that I’d throw them at the King if I saw him.”

Mal laughed out loud, while Ben looked both amused and serious. Hades winked at CJ, and said, “Atta girl.”

Even Uma had to crack a smile at that.

Considerably relieved now that the atmosphere of the room has lightened due to the small influx of humour, Ben conveyed the information.

“Hades here is going to use the ember to wake him, hopefully. It worked with Audrey a few minutes before-“

“Audrey?” Harriet interrupted, looking at the royal incredulously, “Ain’t that the name of the bitch who cursed Harry?”

“Yeah, but, we can’t let her die. She’s a person too-“

The eldest Hook stood up abruptly, and Mal and Uma exchanged glances. This was going to get ugly. Already, the tension had risen all over again.

“In the Isle, we would have left her to die and then strung her up in the town square. Where’s your justice? My brother dies and you’ll save his murderer?”

“I understand your anger, but please-“

Harriet cut off Ben’s pacifying sentence with a terrifying snarl, her lips drawn back over her sharp teeth, anger gleaming in her eyes, easily slipping into her pirate speak when angry. Unlike Harry, both the Hook sisters disguised their accent everyday.

“Listen, King. Me brother may be the one with the hook and his looks, but I got me daddy’s temper. Ye don’t want to see me show it.”

Fear was obvious in Ben’s face- and who wouldn’t be scared, faced with a knife-wielding, angry as fuck Harriet Hook- but he stood tall.

“I understand,” he said, his voice gentle, “I really do. If that was Mal, I’d have done the same. But there are rules, and I knew Audrey before. I’m going to change the way things work around here. We’re going to save your brother, Harriet.”

Uma wished she had his confidence.

“Alright,” Harriet sighed loudly, plopping back down, “I need a fucking drink.”

At Ben’s gesture, Hades moved to Harry’s side. He began whirling his ember around, chanting in an ancient language, and swirls of blue floated around. Uma refused to let go of Harry’s hand through it all.

Something changed, and Hades’s chanting grew more intense. All of a sudden, Harry’s body jerked on the silk sheets, and Uma let out an involuntary gasp at the motion.

The pulse in her hands started beating faster, and she almost stopped breathing. Thank god, thank fucking Auradon, and Mal and her crazy powerful dad, Harry was going to live, she felt it, she knew it-

“He’ll be okay now-“ Hades said.

Uma screwed her eyes shut before she could cry again, dear god, everyone would think she was going soft-

“But he almost wasn’t.”

“What? Why?” Mal demanded, hands on her hips.

“Even though the sceptre didn’t have your mother behind it, it still packed quite a punch. And I think the girl fuelled all her hatred into it, and it was a lot. He barely made it, but there was something he was holding onto very strongly here. A connection he wouldn’t let go of.”

As he spoke, Hades glanced meaningfully at Uma.

“Oh, you magnificent sea bitch!” Harriet burst out, and everyone, even Ben who had just met her, were shocked to see tears in her blue eyes, “I don’t know whether to skewer you or hug you!”

Uma laughed through her own tears and CJ got up to run towards her again, and she gladly flung the girl round and round, while Harriet watched, a somewhat sappy smile on her face.

It would be perfect if Harry was there to see it.

“There’s one more thing,” Hades added apologetically, “He might have some trouble breathing properly for a couple of months, and his lungs will always be very slightly vulnerable. There’s only so much a God in chains can do.”

“Don’t worry,” Ben said quickly, “We have good medicine here in Auradon. We’ll make sure he’s taken care of.”

Well, that sucked. But anything was better than what Uma had thought was going to happen, and so she was okay with it. Before she knew what she was even going she made her way to Mal’s side and touched her shoulder lightly.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely, “And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for spelling your boyfriend. Without you, Harry... I’ll always be grateful.”

“You don’t have to be.” The future queen assured, returning a smile. Right then, grinning at her sworn enemy for years, Uma felt a little bit of that hope she’d been thinking about earlier.

Maybe some fences could be mended, after all.

-X-

Part 3 coming!

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harry potter opinions

not all of these are unpopular

dumbledore should have been in slytherin

the only reason people ship dramione is because they think the actors are good looking, if the characters had been played by actors who aren’t conventionally attractive people wouldn’t ship them

draco and hermione are just not compatible at all

fred’s death was the worst one

the golden trio belong in gryffindor because they use the traits they have from other houses in order to be brave (harry has ambition to survive and a strong sense of self-preservation, ron’s loyalty helps him defend others “if you want to kill harry you’ll have to kill us too”, yeah thanks for ruining that movies, and hermione often uses her intelligence to find solutions and work a way out of a situation)

kreacher is more likeable than dobby

on balance the order of the phoenix is the worst film

i agree that the sorting system should be based on the traits you value most not the ones you have, and if this is canon then it should have been made clearer in the books

snape is not a good person but one of the best characters

it’s pointless to compare james and snape to figure out who is a worse person they had totally opposite lives

slughorn is a better example of a flawed but good character/person than snape

luna embodies ravenclaw house more than any other character

it sucks that ravenclaw has only luna as good character representation, we had cho who became a bigger character, but so many people in the fandom hate her and her relationship with harry ended badly from his pov

harry potter is the most underrated character in harry potter which is a crime

kreacher’s tale should have been in the films

percy, fred, george and ron could all have fitted in slytherin fight me

the best portrayed character in the films was snape

most of the hogwarts professors were also very accurate to the books and well acted, especially mcgonagall, sprout, lockhart, flitwick and madame pomfrey (although she should have had more lines from the books)

oh and also filch

daniel radcliffe looked most like harry potter in prisoner of azkaban

charlie and ginny fit in gryffindor the most out of all the weasleys

ravenclaws are probably the ones who procrastinate the most

peter pettigrew is such an interesting character

dean thomas needs more appreciation

ron and hermione are simultaneously the best couple and the most annoying couple

pettigrew should be viewed as a true marauder not just someone who tagged along with the other three because that’s what made his betrayal so terrible

regulus black deserved better

fleur delacour is underrated but i’m glad to see she’s starting to get more appreciation now

i could write a 300 page essay on how amazing harry and ron’s friendship is

it annoys me when people make harry potter as vines videos and just stick the name padfoot over any video of a dog even if it has no relation to sirius

most of harry’s escapes were due to luck and i love that he acknowledges that

but this doesn’t make him any less brave or skilled

the deathly hallows is the best book

the idea that mary poppins is a witch is more canon than hogwarts being a school (which isn’t saying much because honestly the only thing the students learnt there was that they lived in close proximity to several things that could kill them)

dumbledore is a better person than everyone makes him out to be

aberforth dumbledore is underrated

the best house pairing is slytherin and hufflepuff

harry should have named his children sirius, remus and ruby (rubeus), but i totally get why he used his parents and dumbledore’s names even though i can’t accept severus or luna

i still love harry and luna’s friendship and i guess since ginny was close friends with her too they both chose her name

jk rowling is not a bad person, yes she has done some controversial things, but people should be more appreciative of the world she created and how she encouraged generations of children to read

harry and hermione’s friendship is so precious

i love ron because he is a realistic character and a great guy

the crimes of grindelwald should have been named ‘the rise of grindelwald’

people need to stop complaining about characters being portrayed as poc in fan art, these artists dedicate their time to creating something and it’s their choice how they interpret the characters

also i’m sure lots of artists don’t design them this way just to encourage diversity, it can simply be a stylistic choice and some probably just prefer to draw them this way

not all slytherins are obsessed with the colour green omg

same applies to the other houses and their house colours, i just see the slytherin one more frequently

voldemort’s movie death is atrocious

but cool use of cgi i guess

ginny and ron were ruined by the films but not the actors

so was the entire weasley family a little

arthur and bill should have been in ravenclaw

molly should have been in hufflepuff

the whole “calmly“ thing doesn’t really annoy me, but i do think that dumbledore was too angry generally in the fourth film (maybe this was purposeful for the character i just prefer book dumbledore)

this leads to my conclusion that goblet of fire is the second worst film

i actually liked crimes of grindelwald, but i thought the first film was better because it was quite different to the harry potter series

however,, even though cog was very plot heavy, bear in mind that they are setting up for 3 more films. the first has to be simpler to set the scene and kick off the franchise, just like philosopher’s stone. the next film will naturally have more to it. it was dark because grindelwald played a bigger part. this is just like the chamber of secrets film (a lot of people dislike it) which was also plot heavy and had a different feel to it. people need to give it time, there’s 3 more films

jk rowling needs to write a new children’s book with a new universe to harry potter, and leave the harry potter franchise alone after fbawtft. it’s fine as it is. she still has the talent to create something great

the books are infinitely better than the films

even though i disagree that all the weasleys belong in gryffindor, i support the idea that they all have the same values and would probably choose to be sorted into gryffindor over the other houses

#harry potter opinions #harry potter series #hp textpost #i don’t agree with all of these anymore so i may post an updated version

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Kindle - Chapter 11

A/N: A bit of an extra wait, but hopefully worth it! Fluff and family and food abound in this chapter! Thank you for reading, we hope you enjoy!

Love, @fightfortherightsofhouseelves & @gryffindormischief

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After that night, between Teddy’s increasingly busy social schedule, Ginny’s picked up shifts at Ron’s, and Snuffles’ set schedule, and their semi-regular video chats with Harry, the days begin to pass in an easy sort of rhythm. So before they know it, it’s less than half a month until Harry’s coming home.

As part of their daily rituals, Ginny and Teddy wake early to walk Snuffles at the nearby park - which on special days like this one includes a stop off at Ron’s for a sweet breakfast. Ginny unhooks Snuffles’ leash and lets him bound after his well loved tennis ball while she shuffles Teddy toward a nearby bench.

They’ve got matching powdery grins when Ginny leans back against the seat and sighs. “So Harry’s coming home soon.”

“Is it less than two days yet?”

Ginny chuckles, “Not quite, more like fourteen days.”

“Fourteen - that’s,” he flares his fingers out and nearly drops his doughnut into the grass, squeezing it in a death grip at the last moment, “That’s a lot for me.”

“Four after ten,” Ginny supplies, “It’s less than it was before. Remember that number?”

Teddy frowns, thoughtful, “Nine something.”

“Ninety,” Ginny supplies, swiping at the sugary mess on Teddy’s cheeks, “Which is a very big number. Even for grownups.”

Snuffles trots back over, offering Ginny the slobbery ball in his mouth with wide eyes. Ginny stuffs the last of her strawberry cream in her mouth and swipes the remaining bit on her trousers - a travesty of manners her mum probably sensed all the way in Ottery St Catchpole - and throws the ball once again. Without hesitation, Snuffles bounds off after it.

“Are you gonna leave when Harry gets back?”

Ginny frowns, “Of course not - I love you too much.”

“But you’re not gonna be living with us all the time,” Teddy says, glum.

Brows rising, Ginny slumps back against the bench and mulls on the thought she’d somehow not managed to consider before now. In all the months of angst and waiting and missing Harry, she’d never really thought about the after. Well, beyond welcoming him home and then welcoming him home. But that’s a thought for later, when she’s alone in her - Harry’s - bed later, or maybe he’s still on the other end of the line…

“I’ll be around, Teddy, love. Whenever you need me. Plus you know Harry and I are. Special friends.”

Teddy nods, “Yup, like me ‘n’ Victoire are gonna be.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Ginny tucks Teddy into her side as they watch Snuffles enjoy his roll in the crisp leaves littering the ground.

She’s dying to tell Harry about this little Teddy and Victoire development, but proper storytelling would require some background information that she’d rather not provide at the mo’. Because really, she’d be more surprised if a story centering around whether or not she was moving in permanently didn’t freak Harry out when he was halfway around the world.

It’s not even that she thinks he won’t want it, because honestly they’re already halfway there, but it’s so soon and she doesn’t want to seem like she’s parlaying Teddy’s adorable questioning into an invitation. So instead, Ginny files that away in her mental list of things to tell Harry once she can hold him close and feel the thrum of his heart under her hand.

And before they know it, there’s less than a week until Harry’s flight home and Ginny just might be more excited than Teddy - and he’s already drawn a notebook full of pictures of all the things they have to do when Harry returns.

In the last few days, Harry’s non-essentials arrived back in a couple of smaller cardboard boxes, which he sent with explicit instructions to not open.

With less than seventy-two hours between their reunion, Ginny’s finding her patience steadily waning. Luckily, she’s accidentally planned a pretty packed schedule for Teddy and herself, beginning with a family dinner at the Burrow tonight. And just in case she was considering begging off, Ron decided to drop by so they could carpool.

So while she’s shuffling Teddy through his ‘get ready’ routine, Ron’s jeering at contestants on the telly who, in his estimation, have questionable intelligence.

Meanwhile, Teddy slumps off to his bedroom to pick another outfit after Ginny nixes his shorts and t-shirt given the increasingly frigid weather. They’d spent the afternoon baking biscuits from a recipe they scrounged up on the internet, leaving them both covered in flour and stray bits of dough.

After showers for them both, Ginny’d tugged on a jumper and her favorite trousers while Teddy tried for light clothing and longed for summer days. She’s just debating whether her hair is dried enough to avoid giving herself a cold when her mobile begins vibrating itself off the kitchen table.

At the last second, Ginny grabs the phone, mere inches from the floor, and smiles at the photo of Harry - three day’s worth of beard, a glorious tan gilding his skin, and that stupid leather hat that does things to her.

Before the call goes silent, Ginny swipes and presses the phone to her ear. “Harry?”

“Hey, Gin,” there’s some shuffling, “How’s things?”

Ron’s perked up at the sound of Harry’s name so Ginny wanders into the den and drops onto the couch, “Pretty good - or it was until my lump of a brother showed up.”

“Ron’s around? Great!”

Ginny frowns, “I mean, it’s not awful.”

That earns her a kick in the shins, once more slight and it’s definitely in messy hair ruffling territory. Harry chuckles over the line as if he’d heard her thoughts, “Watch it - Ron’s not one to let things go.”

Teddy reemerges at this point, proudly power posing to show off his dinosaur jumper and mismatched corduroys, which is probably as good as it’s going to get tonight. But if he’s not going to catch cold, she’s fine. “Very nice Teddy, love,” and then, “Victoire loves dinosaurs.”

“Little matchmaker,” Harry snickers on the other end.

While Ron coos over Teddy’s sweater, Ginny murmurs, “S’not me. Your godson is a little Casanova.”

Once his laughter dies down, Ginny hears the sound of a door closing and then Harry’s voice is hushed, and a bit low. “I do have some news.”

“Is everything alright? Are you hurt?”

“Oh - yes, I’m fine. I just, there were some flight changes and mine got moved and, well.”

Ron and Teddy are tickle-fighting on the floor so Ginny quickly makes her way to the quieter entryway. “You can get home, right? Do I need to get help?”

“No, no it’s fine,” Harry sighs, “It’ll just be a different flight. I’ll email you the new info when I can.”

Ginny droops back against the door, willing the stupid tears rising in her eyes back. “Alright, well. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Not for you,” Harry laughs, “I miss you.”

Smile trembling a little Ginny forces a chuckle, unconvincing though it is. “I miss you too.”

“Well this whole flight thing is going to make that more difficult.”

Pinching her nose, Ginny’s shoulders slump forward, “How much more difficult?”

“Three days?”

“God, Harry, with the way you carried on - ” Ginny freezes when she hears a man’s chuckle from the other side of the door, “You did not Harry James.”

She can hear his laughter through the door and her phone, “Didn’t what, Gin?”

Stepping backward, Ginny looks at the door like it’s burned her. “I hear you, you wanker.”

“Is that any way to talk to your loving boyfriend who’s just flown around the world to see you?”

“Stop being a git and open the damn door.”

The knob doesn’t so much as twitch and Ginny grunts. Harry chuckles on the other end, You open it - I want the dramatic entrance where you leap into my arms.”

“Well I want more than a half a minute’s notice that my boyfriend is coming home after three months so I don’t look like a drowned rat,” Ginny drawls, “So I guess we don’t all get what we want.”

There’s a thud as if he kicked out at the door. “Open up.”

Ginny quirks a brow and folds her arms over her chest, after switching the phone to speaker. “You.”

“No.”

Ron and Teddy choose that moment to wander in, mostly dressed save for Ron’s trainers and Teddy’s unbuttoned coat. While Teddy makes grabby hands for the phone, Ron narrows his eyes, “What sort of weird,” his voice drops, “foreplay is this?”

“Your best friend is being an arse and won’t just come inside.”

Confused, Ron looks between Ginny and the door, “You - he - Harry’s out there?”

In the interim, Teddy managed to grab Ginny’s mobile and has been updating his Godfather on the state of his action figures’ lives, and made his way over to the kitchen table where his crayons and paper are still strewn about from his earlier artistic inspirations.

Ron’s eyes widen at Ginny, and he gestures toward the door in an encouraging fashion. But when he sees she’s not moving, he lets out a dejected sigh, “I guess I’ll let our visitor in - our visitor,” he pitches his voice higher, “Who actually lives here and has a bloody key.”

Ginny folds her arms tighter over her middle and taps her foot impatiently while Ron makes good on his declaration and throws the door open.

And while Ginny’s slightly annoyed that she’s not the first one to hug Harry, she’s sort of glad for the moment to collect herself, to catch her breath, because she’d never really got what people meant when they said their heart stopped. But if she’s ever experienced that, it’s now.

He’s here, after days, weeks, months of waiting, Harry’s mere feet away from her, suntanned and bedraggled and here.

Ron claps him on the back and is a little teary when he pulls away. By this point, Teddy’s run into the room and thrown himself into Harry’s arms.

Rising, Harry keeps Teddy close with a broad hand over his back, green eyes squeezed shut while Teddy shudders out a happy sob. Ron throws an arm around Ginny’s shoulders and presses a kiss to her hairline.

Eventually, Teddy does resume his childish wiggles and wants to be released, allowing one last hug and a kiss to his forehead before he gets untamably antsy and patters off to grab a toy to bring to the Burrow.

And then it’s just Harry and Ginny and it’s like every pent up emotion, desire, and longing wells up inside of her until she’s frozen, gaze locked with Harry’s.

Until Ron clears his throat and Ginny remembers it’s not just them. “So, uh,” he rubs at his neck, “I’ll just take Ted out for a milkshake?”

To his credit, Teddy looks a bit torn between Harry and the prospect of dessert before dinner. Harry takes pity - although he’s certainly got a vested interest in some alone time with Ginny - and encourages Teddy to go, promising a full day together tomorrow, and bedtime stories tonight.

Once the door clicks shut behind Ron, who gets a free pass for his teasing looks because of his unexpected consideration, Harry steps toward Ginny slowly. “I uh- I wanted it to be a surprise,” he ruffles his hair, “And I half thought it was too good to be true, even when I got on the plane. Hell, when I landed I was waiting for them to hold me hostage at customs for three days.”

Ginny laughs, brushing tears from her eyes as she shakes her head, “You stupid, stupid man.”

Harry steps a little closer, “That you love.”

“Can’t think quite why.”

Another step.

“Brilliant.”

“Passably smart.”

Another.

“Devastatingly handsome.”

They’re barely an arm’s length apart.

“Slightly above average looks.”

Harry’s hand cups her jaw and his voice pitches lower, “Dashing beard and hat to go with it.”

“Well, I picked out the hat so - ”

And then his lips are on hers, warm and sure and deliciously, torturously slow while her arms wrap around his neck like she’ll never let him go.

Somehow, they stumble over to the couch without knocking over furniture or breaking Teddy’s toys that litter the floor, until Harry’s pressed against the cushions and Ginny’s splayed across him. Breathless, Ginny pulls back as Harry’s fingers run through her damp hair. “God, Gin, I missed you.”

She kisses the tip of his nose, “Tell me all about it.”

“Your eyes, your laugh, your little sassy remarks,” he kisses her chin, “The way you smell.”

Ginny scratches at his beard, “Good I hope.”

“Heavenly.”

Before Ginny can dive back in, Harry’s phone begins vibrating in his pocket and she tumbles onto the floor in a fit of giggles, “Sorry - that,” she sighs, “It tickled.”

Harry flips over, sending his phone to the floor as he brushes his fingers along Ginny’s jawline. “You’re so far away.”

She snorts, “Ron’s calling - was calling.”

After a minute of silence where they stare at each other in an admittedly soppy manner, Harry’s phone vibrates again and Ginny swipes across the screen. “Hello?”

“I’m just calling to see if you’re decent.”

“If we’re - what the hell? It’s been like ten minutes.” Harry wriggles his brows, “A lot can happen in ten minutes.”

Flicking Harry’s nose, Ginny turns her attention back to Ron, “Yes, we’re decent, bring Teddy home.”

“And then we leave for the Burrow?”

Somehow, in all the confusion, family dinner had completely slipped Ginny’s mind. So she turns to Harry, “Awake enough to go to mum and dad’s for dinner?”

“Will there be mashed potatoes?”

“Loads,” Ginny leans in close and kisses him short, but full of promise, “And I bet mum’ll give us some to take home for later - ”

Forgotten until then, Ron groans and shouts something about being home in five after he hurls in the gutter, Ginny disconnects the phone and tosses it aside while Harry frowns, “I - oh. Yes - yes to everything.”

“Can’t put anything past you, my love,” Ginny teases, brushing her fingers through his beard.

“I’ve got major,” Harry yawns, “Jet-lag. Excuse me.”

Soon enough, they’re piled into Ginny’s little sedan and trundling off toward the Burrow while Teddy and Harry doze off in the back seat.

By the time Teddy wakes from his grumbling stomach and Ron starts to get hangry, they’re driving up toward the house, gravel crumbling under the the tires loud enough to wake Harry.

When Ginny puts the car in park, Harry leans forward sleepily and presses a kiss to her shoulder, “Thanks for driving, Gin.”

“I was not about to trust you behind the wheel - or hungry Ron for that matter,” Ginny laughs, twisting around so she can see Harry in the dim light, crooked glasses and sleep crinkles on his face.

Ron’s already disappeared into the house, likely hoping to ‘taste test’ whatever’s ready while Teddy seems content to stay at Harry’s side. Not that Ginny can much blame him. After three months, Harry's surprise coming home three days early feels like a dream and silly as it is Ginny doesn't want to let him out of her sight for fear of waking up.

They do amble into the house, enjoying the night sky as the deep blue hue darkens to black and Ginny's stomach grumbles. Harry snickers. “Hungry there?”

“Well dinner was delayed by an hour.”

“Sorry, shall I leave again?”

Scoffing, Ginny rolls her eyes, but Teddy’s feeling less humorous about the whole thing and grips Harry’s leg tightly. They pause outside the back door of the house and Harry’s eyes are soft as he kneels next to his godson. “I was just teasing Ted, love. I’m not leaving.”

Teddy nods jerkily and Ginny brushes his lank hair back from his forehead. “It’s true - I’ll get his passport revoked.”

And while Teddy’s grip of Ginny’s meaning is minimal, Harry lets out a barking laugh and ushers them inside the topsy-turvy cottage.

Within mere seconds, they’re engulfed in bone-crushing hugs and damp kisses from the ladies present, and Harry’s first thought is spent wondering why he stayed away from this family for so long.

During the summers when he was young, if he wasn’t with his parents, he was exploring the expansive woods and meadows that surrounded Ottery St. Catchpole or being stuffed to bursting with delicious food care of Molly Weasley. If Ginny’d been a part of that deal, Harry’s parents would’ve had to pry him out of this little house with a crowbar.

So it’s no surprise when Molly exclaims over his too-thin frame and almost immediately begins pushing food onto his plate light years faster than he can eat it. It’s no replacement for his mother, but it’s still nice to be mothered. And Molly Weasley’s an Olympic champion at the art.

Harry’s already two servings of mashed potatoes in before he realizes his little shadow has vanished and he has a moment of panic - home less than ten hours and he’s already lost Teddy - before spotting his little grinning face four people down at the end of the table, listening intently as a tiny blonde chatters in lightly accented English.

Ginny, however, has stayed close, her shoulder brushing his in that comforting way that reminds him he’s finally home. When there’s a pause in the conversation, Harry leans close and whispers, “Ted’s got a new friend.”

Her gaze follows his and she grins, “Victoire and Teddy are practically inseparable - you and your godson are little ladies’ men.”

“If you mean we know a good lady when we see one then…”

“You’re lucky you said that when I’m too happy to take the mickey,” Ginny laughs, slicing a bite of roast and dunking it through her potatoes.

Before Harry can sass her back, Ron shouts across the table, much to his Mum’s dismay, “Oi! Lovebirds. You’re holding up the stuffing line.”

Looking to his left, Harry finds a smirking George waiting with bowl in hand. “Alright there, Harry? I could ‘accidentally’ lock you in the larder with Gin-Gin.”

Ron winces and tosses a roll at George, “Ew - please not while I’m eating.”

Hermione snorts, “Well then he’ll never get a word in, will he?”

The family descends into fits of laughter - Ron included - and before Harry knows it, dinner’s been had, three tarts have been devoured, and he’s following Ginny as she leads the way to her childhood bedroom while the family relaxes in the den.

“You’re a little minx, sneaking a boy up to your room while your mum and dad are just downstairs.”

Ginny turns and quirks a brow, “You are literally raising a child.”

“Fine, man.”

“Because that’s the only thing wrong with that sentence.”

Without pausing, Ginny swings the door to her room open, the cozy space dominated by a barely double bed with a soft grey and blue quilt, all settled atop a homemade braided rag rug. The floor creaks beneath Harry’s feet as he examines the posters that decorate the pale green walls - a girl band or two, more than a couple sports figures, and a whole collection of family and team photos that timeline her childhood.

Pausing, Harry gestures to a single frame housing a picture of Ginny where she can’t be more than six, football in hand and more than a couple missing teeth. “Did those teeth come out naturally or did you take a ball to the face?”

Ginny rolls her eyes and comes to peer over his shoulder, “They were loose, excuse you.”

“Yes, but how did they come out?”

“Knee to the face, Mr Smarty-Pants.”

Harry presses a kiss to her forehead and smiles, “I don’t know how your mum and dad disciplined you - those eyes and the freckles? I’d have been putty in your hands.”

“You are putty in my hands,” Ginny murmurs, rising on tiptoe and pressing a lingering kiss to Harry’s lips. One that has him chasing her lips when she pulls away all too soon.

“I knew you only brought me up here for an illicit snog in your parents’ house.”

“Are you objecting?”

The following days are filled with unpacking, too much food (in just the right way), and sleeping until Harry feels like a person again. He’d tried pushing through the jet lag that first night, but after three months of craziness, Harry fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and was immovable until dinner the next night. Still, he made the trouble worth Ginny’s while with a special after dinner - and after bedtime - treat for adults only.

In no time at all, they’re flushed and happy, tucked up in bed with a bottle of Pisco tucked between them. “You know when you said you had a surprise in the bedroom, I really wanted it to involve less clothing.”

“I’m being romantic.”

“I can be romantic while naked.”

Harry kisses her, the sweet liqueur fresh on her lips. “I know - but If you’re naked when I bring this up, it’ll seem - ”

“Bring what up?”

“I know it’s practically a moot point by now, but I - we. Teddy and I want to ask you to move in. Officially.”

Ginny sets her glass aside and grabs Harry’s, doing the same before she straddles his legs and strokes his beard. “Of course, my love.”

Completely overcome, Harry tackles Ginny backward onto the bed and peppers her face with kisses, earning giggles that bubble up her throat. “Upside-down. Kinky.”

“Don’t sass me Weasley.”

Ginny grasps his hair and tugs him in for a kiss, and a deeper one, “Sass is one of the main tenets of our relationship.”

Pulling away breathlessly, Harry looks at her, eyes already blown wide and lips swollen. “If you’re still thinking about words like ‘tenet’ I need to work harder.”

Ginny sighs as he kisses down her throat, working the hem of her t-shirt up her midriff, “No arguments here.”

Later, after they’ve more than re-acquainted themselves with each other, Ginny lets her fingers trail gently up and down Harry’s side. “So, how nerdy is it to talk shop in bed?”

His chuckle rumbles through his chest. “If we’re ok with it, then it doesn’t really matter, yeah?”

Ginny pushes up on her elbow and tosses her hair back over her shoulder. “Well then tell me, how was everything?”

“Amazing - everything I hoped,” Harry props his head against his mussed pillows, “We’ve got so much new data - my theories panned out for the most part. And I’m still in that blissful phase where I’m excited to write.”

“Enjoy it while you can,” Ginny laughs conspiratorially, “I’ll want more details of course.”

“You’ll get more than you could ever ask for come editing time,” Harry says, running his fingers through her hair, thoughtful, “How’s things with your paper?”

Ginny jolts up, “Oh! I forgot to tell you in all the excitement - my advisor showed a colleague my paper and I’ve got an internship for next quarter!”

Harry kisses her excitedly, “We’re a couple of good news hoarders, eh?”

Humming, Ginny drops onto her back and tugs at Harry’s hand until he shifts with her silent direction, “Yes, and I believe a double celebration is in order.”

#kindle chapter 11 #hinny au fic #hinny au #hinny fic #itsblissfuloblivion writes #harry x ginny #the weasleys #ron weasley #george weasley #hermione granger #romione #molly weasley #teddy lupin

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About the Mun - Task

I meant to post this a few hours ago, but I overslept, so here ya go!

Name/Alias: Rhiannon

Pronouns: She/Her

Which characters do you write currently?: Scotta, Charna, Effie, Dale, Gil & Ginny

What got you into Descendants?: I think I actually found a lyric video for Rotten to the Core while looking for lyrics from the more classic Disney films, and then I got curious, looked up the song and ended up watching the film. Just a few months before D2 came out as well, so I had some really great timing!

Favorite color: Orange

Favorite food: Tangerines (easily peel, because I’m an overgrown child)

Favorite book(s) and character(s) from it: Since I can’t remember the names of anyone in Shamaka, I have to say Rat from Unhooking the Moon (an amazing but sad read, would highly recommend)

Favorite movie(s) and character(s) from it: The Road to El Dorado, and my two gay sons Miguel and Tulio (I will forever be salty that that story line was removed, fight me dreamworks)

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever done?: I won a writing contest a few years ago and, because of that, I’m now on the youth council for the Hay Festival, one of (if not the) largest literature festivals in the world.

Fill one of these out for each character!

Character Name: Scotta Tavie McKendrick-DunBroch

Parent(s)/Movie: Merida & Isobel (OC) from Brave, Odin from the Hercules TV Show

What makes this character special?: She believes in doing what’s best for your people, even if it might make you look bad in the process. She understands that sometimes difficult decisions and sacrifices have to be made, and is more than prepared to make them, and is wholly ready to take blame for everything she knows will rightfully be her fault in one way or another. She’s also come from an extremely low place recently and is working on being more honestly herself, not the perfect princess she was pretending to be before.

How are you and this character similar? Dissimilar?: I can definitely relate to the pressure to act like someone you’re not. And while I feel like I can identify the best course of action in a tense situation, I don’t know if I’d have the strength to choose the more difficult decision in real life.

What’s the hardest part about writing this character?: Definitely having to constantly look up stuff she would be quoting, plus trying to keep on top of what other characters are doing and have a good knowledge of politics, which I really don’t IRL. I should probably work on that.

What do you see this character doing in the future?: If she doesn’t ascend to the throne then she’ll definitely be running things behind the scenes. Her entire life up until this point has been training her to become a ruler, so that’s really the only thing she knows how to do. But I also think she’s going to continue to grow as a person and get better, considering her poor state that left her stuck at home for months during recovery.

Character Name: Belobog “Charna” Yaga (she doesn’t technically have a last name, but if she had to pick one you can bet it wouldn’t be her dad’s name)

Parent(s)/Movie: Chernabog & Marzanna (OC based on the actual goddess) from Fantasia

What makes this character special?: Aside from being a literal goddess, she’s managed to overcome every expectation of who she should be to be a real hero. Someone who puts other people before themselves in a society where that really doesn’t benefit her in any way. She definitely has evil inside of her, and she is similar to her dad in a lot of ways, but unlike him she chooses to utilize in a positive way rather than a negative one, and doesn’t use her powers selfishly when she has access to them.

How are you and this character similar? Dissimilar?: We both love kids, and we both probably put other people before ourselves too much. But I’m not nearly as violent or mean as she is, although I wish I could come up with come-backs as fast irl as I do for her.

What’s the hardest part about writing this character?: Keeping her speech less articulated than a lot of my other characters. Most of my characters either speak extremely formally (see: Scotta), or at least like regular people. But Charna’s quite inarticulate so I end up editing her a lot when it comes to actual speech. Plus I have 3 different characters (Charna, Scotta and Ginny) who are all suppose to be quite good at come backs, but in different ways, so whenever I write a comeback I always have to stare at it for a while and deduce if it’s in character for that particular muse.

What do you see this character doing in the future?: I think she eventually will go to Auradon with Ivah, where she can finally start to take care of herself and her daughter properly. There’ll also probably be some kind of face off with her and her dad as a nod to the Belobog and Chernobog rivalry (and the idea that both are evenly matched) from Slavic Mythology, but I can’t really see us doing that in this RP.

Character Name: Effie Mode

Parent(s)/Movie: Edna Mode from the Incredibles

What makes this character special?: Despite her disability she’s extremely confident in herself and doesn’t take anything from anyone. She’s also extremely clever and talented, having an eye for fashion and an interest in linguistics (she’s already fluent in several languages), and is a spoiled brat without being a mean girl, so to speak.

How are you and this character similar? Dissimilar?: I think we both share a self-deprecative sense of humour, but she’s a lot more sure of herself than I am.

What’s the hardest part about writing this character?: Trying to write her disability accurately. I’ve done as much research as I can on my own, but I could definitely stand to actually talk to some legally blind people. But also to not make her disability the focal point of her characters, which I know this isn’t exactly the prime example of.

What do you see this character doing in the future?: I think, rather than following in her mother’s footsteps, she’ll become a translator. But a very fashionable translator.

Character Name: Dale Dwarf

Parent(s)/Movie: Dopey from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

What makes this character special?: His clumsiness and social awkwardness is cranked up to the extreme, to the point where it’s less cute and more annoying (or, at least that’s what I’m going for anyway). But at the end of the day he genuinely has a heart of gold and will try and right any wrongs he may have accidentally made, even if he just ends up making it worse. Kind of becomes a vicious cycle, really, but people will hopefully eventually catch on.

How are you and this character similar? Dissimilar?: I’m definitely very clumsy and socially awkward, although not nearly to the extent that Dale is.

What’s the hardest part about writing this character?: Trying to keep that kind of ‘goofy but nice’ personality while trying to write him in a way that he might accidentally annoy other characters. He’s just too pure a bean.

What do you see this character doing in the future?: While I don’t think he ever fully gets over his clumsiness, he does have an interest in architecture, and that only requires drawing. So he’ll probably be doing that, in a study somewhere, surrounded by bubble wrap. You know, just in case.

Character Name: Gil LeGume

Parent(s)/Movie: Gaston LeGume and the Green Bimbette from Beauty and the Beast

What makes this character special?: He’s the most innocent of Gaston’s sons because of how his brothers have protected him, so he’s this rare ray of sunshine right in the centre of the Isle. Having almost never experienced his father’s abuse first hand he’s been able to develop relationships in a way that his brothers don’t seem to have been able to, at least in the past, and he’s extremely trusting and naïve despite the environment he grew up in dictating him to be anything but. He also has an amazing memory.

How are you and this character similar? Dissimilar?: I too just want to make everyone happy, if I’m honest. But I wish I had a memory as half as good as his, because I forget absolutely everything.

What’s the hardest part about writing this character?: Because Gil is quite a well known canon character that’s in the films, yet still a pretty minor one, I definitely struggle to capture his characterisation. Dylan’s portrayal was so strong that there’s definitely a right and wrong way to write him, but because he had so few scenes and even less dialogue it can definitely take a few tries to really nail.

What do you see this character doing in the future?: I honestly don’t know. Right now his entire life revolves around the Pirate Crew because that’s who his friends are and they’re the people he knows will always have his back, alongside his brothers. He definitely has an interest in academics, so I can see him getting into university to study maths or something, but further than that I can’t say.

Character Name: Ginny Gothel

Parent(s)/Movie: Mother Gothel from Tangled

What makes this character special?: Ginny is complex on a level that a lot of my other characters in this group aren’t, because unlike the others I need to write her as an antagonist despite most VKs being inherently sympathetic characters because of their situations. So there’s this really interesting balance of the clear signs of years of manipulation and abuse weighing down on her shoulders and making her do all this bad stuff, but also the occasional good thing that she does but has to disguise as her being evil, such as pushing her sister away so she is away from home more often (and thus away from their mother) and so she’d accept the invite to Auradon.

How are you and this character similar? Dissimilar?: I honestly don’t think I have many similarities to Ginny. Like, at all. I guess I’d like to be able to help people without coming off as being too pushy on the subject, although maybe not in the same way that she does it. But I’m definitely not as mean or vicious as she is. I don’t have the balls if I’m being honest.

What’s the hardest part about writing this character?: The hardest part is getting that balance that you need for a good sympathetic villain. Because she can’t be so sympathetic that she’s no longer threatening, but she also can’t be so threatening that she’s no longer sympathetic. It’s kind of a fine line to walk.

What do you see this character doing in the future?: With the way things have been developing so far, things are definitely going to get worse for Ginny before they get better, but I can see a possible redemption arc somewhere in her future.

#askingdtask002 #// *ooc

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Online Ramblings: ADAPTATIONS

So I’m really excited to launch this new series I’ll be doing called Online Ramblings! See, I’m the kind of person who never shuts up, especially when I’m talking about something I love.

When you’re talking to me, I can launch into these long, rambling speeches about anything and everything.

And yes, I am aware of how annoying I can be.

My brain is this constant output of words and if you’ve ever been on the receiving end of that output thinking, “Will she ever shut up?” then I am sorry.

However, I refuse to stop. The inner musings of my hyperactive brain shall not go unheard! But you know, instead of torturing my friends, I’ve decided to just write it down on here.

This first Online Ramblings post is about Adaptations.

Enjoy!

- Tris

There are a ton of adaptations happening these days in the movie/TV world. Adaptations, remakes of older movies, that kind of thing. I mean, right off the top of my head, I can name five such movies/series. The live action Beauty and the Beast, the Power Rangers movie, Spiderman: Homecoming, 13 Reasons Why, that live action Death Note Netflix is doing.

I can name more movies/series of that kind from previous years and from years to come. The point is, these types of films and shows are crazy popular now. Sometimes, it’s like Hollywood is running out of ideas. I can picture the higher-ups in their snazzy business outfits sitting in some tall skyscraper building with a view, screaming for their assistants.

~START OF SKIT~

“BILLY! GET OVER HERE!”

*Billy, average looking guy with an armful of papers runs in* “Yes Sir!?”

“Remember that movie we did? What was it called again, Arachnid Boy?”

“Uhm, you mean Spiderman, sir?”

“Yeah, that’s the one! Listen, I know we already remade that one when we tossed that nerd Tony out and replaced him with the more attractive, physically appealing, guaranteed-to-steal-your-girl, Alan.”

“You mean Tobey and Andrew?”

“What?”

“The actors. They’re Tobey and Andrew. Not Tony and Alan.”

“Whatever. Point is, I wanna have another go at it! Maybe use a British actor this time.”

“That’s great and all Sir except we don’t own the rights to that anymore.”

“We don’t?”

“No, Sir. We sold it to pay the rent remember?”

“Oh.”

~ SKIT ENDS HERE ~

Okay, so that up there was my weak attempt to be funny. But anyway, back to my discussion.

Adaptations and remakes often garner mixed responses from the people who loved their source material. Some moan at the news that something they love is being adapted onto the screen, they kick and scream saying, “THEY’RE GONNA RUIN IT.” Others on the other hand take pieces of news like these excitedly and with the hope that the producers, directors, writers, actors and all the other people involved won’t mess it up.

And there are people like me who, upon hearing the news for yet another adaptation or remake, takes it with a little bit of both. Many times adaptations and remakes have proved to be highly inadequate to their source material. We the fans watch this thing that we have loved adapted onto the screen and we see nothing in it that stirs up the same emotion, the same feelings that its source material did before it and we are disappointed.

There are so many terrible adaptations out there. I could name them, but I believe you guys know which ones I speak of. So reactions like, “THEY’RE GONNA RUIN IT” is justified. These people are only making assumptions based on previous disappointments. An abundance of previous disappointments. But at the same time, I don’t think we can judge something until we’ve seen it for ourselves. So I think a balance between the two is the way to go.

Mostly, I write about books on this blog. But since books are being adapted onto screen left and right, I guess I’ll have to start writing posts about movies and shows now too. Which is fine, I’m a huge fan of both.

If we look at all the adaptations, there is something in each of them that determines whether or not they turn out well. And no, it is not how much it sticks to the source material. Although yes, a lot of the good adaptations are those that stuck pretty close to their source materials.

But I’ve found that adaptations are usually deemed ‘good’ when it makes the viewer feel the way that they did when they initially encountered its source material. Take Harry Potter for example, all eight movies stick pretty close to the books. The movies aren’t an exact rendition of the book; there are characters and scenes missing. There were certain aspects to the films that were lacking. Like the character of Ginny; lacking. And yet to me and many others, the Harry Potter films are some of the best book-movie adaptations ever.

They aren’t perfect renditions but they make you feel the same way the books do. And by that I mean, the movies, just like the books, fill you with the same sense of magical wonder. When you’re watching Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and Harry walks into Diagon Alley for the first time with Hagrid, you feel as if you’re right there with them. Harry sees Hogwarts for the first time and the movie’s musical score plays in the background as you yourself also see that castle for the first time; it’s magic. Or at least, that’s what it feels like. And you know, it being Harry Potter, that’s what it’s supposed to feel like. Magic. The books feel like magic the movies feel like magic.

See the connection?

And that’s exactly my point. The way the source material made you feel, that’s the way the adaptation should make you feel too. It doesn’t matter if the adaptation isn’t exactly like the source material. Movies. TV Shows. They’re different from books or video games or whatever they’re adapting these days. Sometimes the filmmakers have to change up a few things. Sometimes they like to add their own personal touch. They take this book or this video game or this comic book character and they put it onscreen the way they feel they should. Not everyone sees things the same way, everyone has their own unique take on things.

Sure, I agree that staying true to source material when making an adaptation of it is important. It tends to make everyone happier.

But that’s not the most important thing, in my opinion, when adapting something.

The most important thing is finding the core/essence/quiddity (or whatever word you want to use) of the source material. The way it ‘feels’ and making sure to have that on the screen.

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Article by: Ginny Puno

If I were to leave my home today, what is one important item that I would bring with me and what is one item I would send back home as a remembrance of me? As simple as these questions sound, I put a lot of thought into my answer for both.

1. What would I bring with me?

The difficulty in leaving home is having to face the risk of leaving myself behind. I remember the first semester I had in Ateneo. When I reunited with my high school friends, I realized how much I changed in a span of a few months through simply being in a new school. Given this, I’ve decided that it would be important for me to bring something that reminds me to always remember who I am at my core. There have been multiple instances where I lost sight of who I was and in one specific experience, this item reminded me to go back to the values I grew up having.

The world today is portrayed as a world full of evil and deception as articles on mass murders, corruption, unjust killings, and the like continue to circulate on social media. Even the everyday conversations I have had with people show me how others around me also see so much hostility in the world. Phrases like “there is no hope in the Philippine government” or “this country is too problematic” have been thrown around me and it saddens me to hear such negative views on the world, especially on this country. Growing up, I was taught to always be hopeful - to always look for the light at the end of the tunnel. It has been tough, however, to maintain this positive disposition I used to have given the prevalence of negativity in the environment I’m in. I was starting to practice being too critical of everything more and more each day and to be less and less positive. After realizing this, I decided to consciously make an effort to strip my life of too much negativity and to practice creating a balance between being realistic but also feeling hopeful. With this in mind, what I’ve decided to bring with me this Baymax USB which serves as my constant reminder of this change I’m trying to bring upon myself.

The more obvious reason as to why this Baymax USB reminds me to consistently have a more positive outlook on the world and on people is the nature of the character of Baymax. Baymax’ nurturing and kind personality reminds me to see the world as something that is just as kind as he is. Moreover, Baymax’ fighting mode also reminds me not to be too naive. Although Baymax was programmed to be caring, in the movie, the robot also adapted to situations wherein he was needed for combat. The way I see the world is definitely much more complex now. It was easy to stay hopeful as a kid because I was living in my imagination. Given the knowledge I have now, I cannot just stay hopeful for the sake of being constantly happy. I understand that to be truly hopeful is to accept that there are horrors we experience today. Part of being hopeful is to allow myself to be disturbed by these realities and to let that feeling move me to action.

This reference to the characterization of Baymax is something I definitely consider but there is also a deeper story behind this Baymax USB which reminds me to be hopeful but to also be realistic. This Baymax USB was purchased in a night market in Hong Kong as part of a 10 64G USBs for 100 HKD. In Philippine pesos, this would mean that each 64G USB only costed around 60 to 70 pesos. This was insanely cheap for a USB with that kind of capacity. My parents debated back and forth on whether or not we should purchase this since it seemed too good to be true. The vendor told us eventually that we could test it back in our hotels and choose to return it if it does not work. This kind proposition made my parents doubt the vendor even more. What if she does not come back the following day? What if they totally bail on us and leave us with 10 useless USBs? After much thought, my parents eventually decided to give this vendor a little bit more trust and we decided to purchase the USBs.

Once we arrived at our hotel, we anxiously waited to see if this girl was tricking us or not. Long story short, the USB actually does have the capacity of 64G but it can’t play any forms of video on the USB. Aside from this however, the USB can copy other files and can work perfectly fine. Looking back at this entire situation, I can say that our System 1 thinking attracted us to the promo sign and made us think, “This is such a great offer!”. However, when System 2 kicked in, it began doubting and questioning the integrity of the vendor. With a negative outlook on humans prevailing our System 2, we would have left the stall thinking these people are scammers who just want our money (Kahneman, 2011). However, taking the risk of believing in this person led us to a very good steal. Whenever I look at this USB, I am brought back to the delight of my parents’ faces when they were able to copy a random document onto this Baymax USB. What I aim to do now is to develop a personal System 2 that is realistic but also less harsh because I know that being too critical can lead me to close my doors on people who may leave me with the same kind of happiness my parents’ had upon purchasing these USBs. Although re-shaping the mind is something quite difficult to do, this USB reminds me to make a conscious effort to be more positive in whatever situation I’m in.

Additionally, the fact that this simple USB was able to have so much meaning underlying it has also taught me to accept that there is a story behind every face. As much as “free loaders” can be annoying, there must be a narrative behind their actions. As time goes on, I have also observed that humans slowly become less human. It’s so easy to forget about these stories and to see people at face value. This USB reminds me that the human self is indeed a complex concept that cannot be limited to a specific instance or interaction. Someone who may seem rude or offensive may not be innately mean, but he or she may have just had a terrible day at work. Especially now that I am moving to an entirely different environment, it is important for me to realize the variety in the cultures people grow into. The culture of the Philippines’ may not be similar with the culture of this new place I’m venturing into and I may not share the same stories they have. More than just being hopeful, this USB also drives me to develop a deeper understanding of the world and the complexities of people.

Analyzing this further, I can also say that the root cause of me seeing the need to improve my perspective of the world was the environment I was in. I was surrounded by negative news and negative people, thus making me more negative than I was before. It’s good that I was able to realize this in the environment I’m currently in, but who’s to say I won’t be influenced by the new environment I will be in once I leave home.

It is so easy for the self to adapt and to shape its values around the environment it’s in. Returning to the concept of homophily and heterophily, I always thought that there was much advantage in cultivating a homophilic environment. I felt the need to accept the majority’s consensus on things and never to question things to maintain a peaceful environment. However, this entire journey of remembering the values of hope and trust I once had has shown me that it is essential for me to constantly stay true to what I believe in. When I leave home, there is that risk again of me adopting values I’m not too fond of because of its normality in the place I’ll go to. This USB can also serve as a reminder that heterophilic environments can also be beneficial because they have the potential to raise ideas and questions that may not have been considered by others before (Hermans, 2015).

2. What would I send back?

Compared to the previous question, I found this much harder to answer. It was no longer about just everything going on within me, but it concerned everyone I hold dear to me. The immediate instinct I had was to ask, “What impact would I want to leave on their lives?”. So, I thought, maybe sending a rock from the place I’m at would be a good thing to do.

I like dissecting my own mind. I like creating deeper meanings behind things that seem so simple. As evidenced by my choice to bring the USB and the stories behind it, I am incredibly amused with connecting things that seem to have no correlation at all. This, to me, is how I practice mindfulness. At its core, mindfulness is having the capacity to pay attention to things happening in the present. A typical mindfulness exercise would be to be conscious of your breathing - to follow the air that goes in and out of your lungs and to observe the path it goes through within your body (Bergland, 2015). More than just these physical actions, however, I personally think that mindfulness is also about finding insight in the smallest encounters we have in the everyday. I have realized that the way I correlate things to lessons allow me to make the most out of the present situations I am in. So if I were to send back anything to my friends and family, I would like to send them an item that can help them also be aware of their thoughts and their realizations. Nothing brings me greater joy when I hear “Oh I never thought of it that way.” or “Oo nga ‘no.” in a conversation I have. I like allowing people to see things through a different perspective and this is something I’d like to continue doing even from miles away. With this, I’ve decided that I would send a rock from the place I travelled to with a tag saying “A REMINDER”.

This Christmas, my lola gave me a rock as a Christmas gift. I vividly remember the confused expression on my face when I opened the box. I still do not know why I was given this up to this day, but I have made my own interpretation on why this rock was such an appropriate present.

My first question was, “What made this rock so special?”. Yes, it was smoother than most rocks but it’s still just a rock. Then I realized, the true value of this rock can only be unveiled once I look inside it. This rock could be from absolutely anywhere in the world, and I would not know because I never bothered to break it apart and to observe what’s on the inside. With globalization, so much more layers have been added to what defines a person or a culture. Essentially, we are all like these rocks - with our beauty being what lies within. Similar to the USB, this rock reminds me to be more open to these varieties between people and cultures. I should not simply know people at face value but I should take the time to also know their stories and the environment they are in.

My point, however, in sending this is not to have my friends and family interpret the rock in the same way. I know that it would be impossible for my friends and family to come up with the exact same interpretation. However, I do believe that receiving a rock as a gift would make them think. This was such a strange gift to me and this unfamiliar situation immediately activated my System 2. I want to have that same effect on my peers. With the pace at which we live our lives, it’s so easy to keep relying on System 1 - to always trust our automatic reactions to events around us. People rarely take time out of their day to reflect and to truly think and feel. Opening a package just to see a simple rock on there, with a cryptic message, would lead their minds to stop and assess what’s going on.

To me, being well is not just a physical state of wellness. It’s not just about being physically healthy or fit. When I think of wellness, I immediately associate it with growth. I believe that I am in an environment that allows me to be well if it allows me to develop myself to become even better than I was yesterday. To grow, however, is also about becoming aware and to marvel at the unknown.

It’s easy to stay in a state of comfort and to be satisfied with what you have. I consider myself in a state of well-being when I start to question things I’ve accepted as normal. I know I am growing when I choose to answer these questions, not suppress them. With that, I also believe that well-being is not something that is limited to the internal makeup of a person - it also transcends to how that person is also in control of their surroundings.

It entails being aware of the environment you’re in - your social class, your gender, or your physical location - and reflecting upon these realities. These items both seem simple yet the events and learnings I associated to them make them so much more than just items. Yes, it’s important to let the mind rest at times and to accept things for what they are. I do have more straightforward or practical reasons as to why I chose the USB and the rock. A USB can store information and a rock can save me money but at the same time give my friends and family a piece of the new land I’m living in. However, I believe that to be truly well is to strike a balance between accepting and questioning. To keep my own well-being in the place I will travel to and to also ensure the well-being of my friends and family while I am far away, I have chosen these items as a general reminder to let the mind and the heart work to constantly strive to find greater meaning in things.

Sources:

Bergland, C. (2015, April 09). Mindfulness: The Power of "Thinking About Your Thinking". Retrieved February 19, 2018, from https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-athletes-way/201504/mindfulness-the-power-thinking-about-your-thinking

Kahneman, D. (2011). The characters of the story. In Thinking, fast and slow (Ch.1, pp. 19-30). New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

Hermans, H. (2015). Human development in today’s globalizing world: Implications for self and identity. In L. Jensen (Ed.), The Oxford Handbook of Human Development and Culture: An Interdisciplinary Perspective (Ch. 3, pp. 28-42). New York, NY: Oxford University Press.

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