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citrinekay · 4 years

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What are you predictions for season 3, and what would you like to see happen? Anything particular in terms of Holden and Bills character development?

Oh, good question! I’ll try to answer this as to what I *realistically* want to happen, not what my fanfiction brain wants lol

Predictions:

The big question mark at the end of S2 is obviously Bill and Nancy’s relationship. I don’t see them reconciling, and I find it far more interesting for them to follow just how a divorce would affect Bill personally and also Brian’s future. I’m sure everything with Brian’s situation would complicate a divorce and custody agreements. I’d also just like to see more development of Brian in general since he represents that foundational aspect of the show which is nature vs. nurture. Are killers born or made? And at what point in a person’s development can an intervention be made to stop them from progressing into something worse? I think him being taken out of that nuclear family environment and thrown into the emotional instability of his parents separating would really increase that pressure. At the same time, this might be a wake-up call for Bill. He might not be able to save his marriage, but it might persuade him to try harder to be a better/ more involved father to Brian. (Not that he doesn’t already love his son, but he openly admits to Nancy in 1x7 that he has trouble connecting emotionally to Brian.)

As far as the BSU is concerned, I think they were really angling towards bringing Jim Barney into the team in S2 so I would love to see more of him! There’s a whole chapter in the Mindhunter book about Agent Jud Ray (who I believe Jim is based on) and how he was one of the first black agent in the department. Wendy’s initial conclusion about his race interfering with the study was obviously proven wrong in the Pierce interview when Jim makes more headway in the conversation than Holden. Atlanta was the big case that really launched the BSU in real life as well, and I imagine they will be much busier between interviews and requests for consults so they’ll need additional help in S3 to keep on track with the study!

Cases I’d like to see them work on the show: The Trailside Killer (irl, John Douglas predicted that the killer would have a severe stutter! That chapter of the Mindhunter book was so fascinating to me because he explains how he got to that conclusion and makes it sound very simple when in reality it takes someone who is extremely skilled at studying behavior to predict such a thing. I can just imagine Holden laying that out in his profile and all the locals going 😮😮😮) Robert Hansen (he abducted prostitutes in Alaska, took them out into the wilderness, and hunted them like wild game with a rifle. The police actually got his name from a victim who survived and it turned into more of a cat-and-mouse game to actually prove he was the real killer rather than a whodunit!) Larry Gene Bell (he killed a young woman named Shari Faye Smith and then proceeded to call her family and torment them for days before revealing that she really was dead.) These are all detailed in the Mindhunter book, which I totally recommend if you like the show and are interested in the psychology of profiling. I would also love to see them at some point get into the Green River Killer, but I think that would come later perhaps in a possible S4 or S5. That was the case during which John Douglas fell ill with encephalitis that nearly killed him and almost ended his career with the FBI. I can see them leading in that direction with Holden’s panic attacks and his disillusionment with his own beliefs/techniques, but I think a gradual build-up towards something so drastic would make it even more interesting!

As far as character development is concerned:

Holden: For him to question his techniques! We see the parallel of the dirty shirtsleeve in the end of 2x9 that hearkens back to 1x1 in which he’s questioning their procedures so I think it’s a natural conclusion that he might be wondering whether he is doing the right things or following the right logic. I would also like for them to go more into the panic disorder storyline (which they completely dropped after like 2x3 😐) Another moment I found interesting from the Mindhunter book was that Douglas was both censured and given a commendation within months of each other for different things that happened with the Atlanta case. He admitted it made him question his role within the FBI and whether or not they actually valued his work - a point which comes up again later with the Green River Killer and his encephalitis. Basically, he was so overworked (almost 150 cases at one time) that he was stressed out to the point of illness. Holden started out with that “blue flamer” mentality and I would love to see that broken down and turned on it’s head a bit. Of course, it goes without saying that I want him and Bill to fix their relationship and be close friends again. I know them arguing is good for tension and drama, but I miss the days when they shared good-natured banter and worked together seamlessly 😞

Bill: like I mentioned above, his family situation is going to be a trial by fire. He’s been married for a long time, and says that he doesn’t know what he would do without Nancy. How would he work through the divorce? How would he adjust to bachelor life? How would the stress of that situation affect him in his work? I can see a lot of repressed feelings, anger, and sadness in his future :( He isn’t one to talk about his personal issues at work or complain when it’s becoming too much. I would love to see his friendship with Wendy continue to be a lifeline to him during a difficult period. And obviously, for him to repair his relationship with Holden.

Wendy: For her to get back with Kay!!! She’s such a pro at studying human behavior, but Kay was right in the break-up scene - Wendy’s issue was with herself, not Kay. She judged Kay for the kind of person she has to be to her ex and her son, but is also keeping her identity as a lesbian separate from her work. She needs to work on herself a little bit before she can revisit that relationship. Even though she was out in Boston, I think she still has issues with her sexual identity that she needs to resolve and find peace with. I’d also like to get more backstory on her. We know virtually nothing about her aside from her past in Boston. It would be pretty cool to see her back in interviews, too. I’m not sure if Ted would be down with that or how it would happen, but I loved the two interviews we got with her. She’s so brilliant, I want to see her in action more often 💕

aughh sorry this got so long!! lol I could literally go on forever, but I’ll stop right here. Thanks for the ask 💕

#I could write a 3k word essay on holden alone lol #mindhunter #Anonymous

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mittensmorgul · 5 years

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5.11, Sam, Interrupted. Right on the heels of seeing their roles in the story from an outside perspective, we shift in the complete opposite direction, into a deep internal perspective.

Still, there's a primary manipulative force. Only it's manipulating them from the inside instead of from the outside. And Sam and Dean "pretend" to be insane to get themselves admitted to a psych hospital believing they're actually in control the entire time, when they were basically screwed and being manipulated from the moment they had their intake exams...

Hello, wraith!

(heh, and the creature I took my AO3 handle from, so maybe this gives folks some insight as to why I chose that name now... manipulating TFW and readers from the inside since 2015... my new catch phrase I guess?)

They're Sam and Dean get admitted for telling the absolute truth, about the apocalypse, monsters, angels, demons.

SAM: Okay. Look...um...last few weeks, you've kind of been worrying me. DEAN: (rolls his eyes) Oh, come on, Sam. Stop. Look, just because we're in the loony bin doesn't give you the right to head-shrink me. SAM: Dean-- DEAN: Ellen and Jo dying--Yeah, it was a friggin' tragedy, okay? But I'm not gonna wallow in it. SAM: Dean, you always do this. You can't just keep this crap in. DEAN: (chuckles) Watch me.

Yeahhhhhhh... that won't lead to problems down the line... I mean, we've talked for years about Dean's chats with his psychiatrist, who turns out to be entirely a hallucination on his part, and just how flippant he is about his own problems, so I probably don't need to dwell on that here. Or on the fact that this is a Dabb episode, wherein it's made completely obvious that the doctor who tries to separate Dean and Sam for their own good, because they're "dangerously codependent" is thought for a good while to be the monster, partly because of that assessment... when like... he was completely innocent and literally just doing his job pointing out the obvious. Their codependence has broken the world how many times now? Yeah... they definitely really could do with some time apart.

(throws up in my mouth a little bit thinking about the conversation I accidentally got myself wrapped up in a week or two ago with people who were upset at the thought that Sam and Dean wouldn't end up sharing a heaven and like.... hoooooly fuck we see this show from very different perspectives...)

Meanwhile, some of the narrative manipulation can be summed up quite tidily through some of their interactions with other patients:

--the girl who wanders the halls randomly kissing them, first Dean, and then Sam, because he's bigger... --Ted and the other patients in Sam's group therapy session: TED: (lowers his hand) I am calm. And I'd very calmly like to talk about the monster that's hunting us. DR. FULLER: Ted, we're not going to have that discussion again. It's not good for group. TED: I agree. You know what else isn't good for group? A monster eating all our faces off. DR. FULLER: Alright, fine, thank you. Now, anyone else? TED: I saw it...when it killed Susan. OTHER PATIENT: I did, too. It had big lobster claws. TED: No, it didn't. OTHER PATIENT: Yeah, and it was an alien, like on X-Files. TED: Stop it. Stop helping. Listen to me. We're all dead! DR. FULLER: That's enough. (leans forward, taking off his glasses) There is no monster.

"STOP HELPING!" Ted says. Because the lies aren't actually helping here. The other patients are just making stuff up, whether for attention or because they can't help themselves, but Ted is actually telling the truth, which gets drowned out and dismissed as just more delusional ravings. And then he ends up as the wraith's next victim.

Truth, lies, what's the real story here? And how do you see the truth? In mirrors.

YOU SEE THE TRUTH IN MIRRORS.

Except, sometimes the wraith can even affect what you see in the mirror-- both about yourself and others. For example, even Dean's entirely mentally invented doctor shows up in the mirror with him. She makes Dr. Fuller appear as a wraith, fueling their mistaken belief that he's the monster. And then when the wraith is closing in on them and knows they're on to her, she makes EVERYONE appear as wraiths in the mirror so she can continue hiding in plain sight, while also driving Dean's paranoia through the roof.

Dean, trying to convince the doctor he's fine, she starts throwing all the accusations he's had burning guilty holes in him for a long time:

DR. CARTWRIGHT: Come on, even you don't believe that. All this pressure that you're putting yourself under, all this guilt; it's killing you. You can't save everybody. You can't. (her voice becomes hard) Hell, these days, you can't save anybody, Dean. (turns to leave) DEAN: What did you say? DR. CARTWRIGHT: (turns back to him) The truth, Dean. You got Ellen and Jo killed. You shot Lucifer, but you couldn't gank him. DEAN begins to get confused and a little afraid. DR. CARTWRIGHT: You couldn't stop Sam from killing Lilith, and--oh, yeah--you broke the first seal. All you do is fail. Did you really think that you, Dean Winchester with a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, were gonna beat the devil? DEAN gets a little more afraid. DR. CARTWRIGHT: Please. The world is gonna burn, and there is nothing that you can do about it. DEAN: Who are you? (voice rising) How do you know that stuff?

but it's then that he begins to realize just how bad he's been messed with:

DR. CARTWRIGHT: I'm not real, Dean. I'm in your head...because you are going crazy.

and he literally goes and huddles in a corner, having completely lost his grip on reality.

Meanwhile, Sam gets confronted by the real doctor, and has his problems listed off to him:

SAM: Yeah. Thanks. I, um...I just wanted to apologize. I feel horrible about what I did to you. I thought you were a monster. DR. FULLER: I know that. The question is, why? SAM: I was...It doesn't matter, um...because after what happened last night, I had a...moment of clarity. I realized...there's no such thing as monsters. DR. FULLER: Well, I'm glad to hear you say that, but, honestly? Monsters are the least of your problems. People can learn to live with delusions, but the anger I saw in you...You hurt those two men, and you were going to kill me. The look in your eyes when you came after me, I...It was like you were barely even human...like a man possessed.

like a man possessed... lol >.> Again, how much is is foreshadowed that Sam is due for Bad Things, and Dean will be left collapsed by his own guilt and loss by the end of the season? Especially as Dean sits nearly catatonic at a table in the corner while Sam starts an imaginary fight inside his own mind and gets himself dragged off to isolation. Dean, however, is still coherent enough to put together the clues and hunt down the wraith despite being drugged and manipulated by her.

At first he mistakenly believes they were infected by Wendy the random kissing patient, but they arrive at her room in time to watch the actual wraith attack her. Martin creates a distraction and tells Dean that he needs to go kill the wraith, but he's received a MASSIVE dose of her venom and can barely walk. Yet he is determined.

MARTIN: You've gotta get out there and kill that thing. I'll take care of her. MARTIN'S voice echoes in DEAN'S ears. DEAN: (shakes his head) I can't. MARTIN: You have to. You have no choice, son. The two orderlies walk in and grab MARTIN, who fights back. The orderlies are distracted by MARTIN. MARTIN: Go. Dean, run! Run!

And what the wraith tells Sam is interesting, too:

SAM: You did this to me! THE WRAITH: Well, I helped. But that rage? No, no, no. That's all you. I don't make crazy. I just crank up what's already there. You build your own hell, but I give you the Legos. And when you're ripe... I make all of your problems disappear.

And this terrifies Sam, because he knows she's right:

SAM: She was right. DEAN: No, she wasn't. She's dead, okay? Let's hit the road. I need a drink, or twelve. SAM: Most of the time, I can hide it, but...I am angry. I'm mad at everything. I used to be mad at you and Dad, then Lilith, now it's Lucifer, and I make excuses. I blame Ruby or the demon blood, but it's not their fault. It's not them. It's me. It's inside me. I'm mad...all the time...and I don't know why. DEAN: Stop. Stop it. So what if you are? What are you gonna do? You gonna take a leave of absence? You gonna say yes to Lucifer? What? SAM: No, of course not. I-- DEAN: Exactly. And that's exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna take all that crap and you're gonna bury it. You're gonna forget about it, because that's how we keep going! That's how we don't end up like Martin! Are you with me?

So... pushing it all down, not the best strategy for long-term mental health, but pushing anger down specifically? That's something Dean's spent a lifetime doing. Sam, maybe not so much. When Sam's gotten angry in the past, he makes a plan and removes himself from the situation-- running away from home as a kid, running away to Stanford, making a totally new life for himself and just pretending the Bad Things didn't happen at all. Dean, on the other hand, just puts his head down and continues plowing through the bad things head first like a bull. And honestly neither of these are great coping strategies in real life, but the fact that Sam is just... so baffled as to the source of his anger, when he doesn't WANT to be angry but has so much legitimate REASON to be angry, is just heartbreaking. He thinks it's a personal failing, though, instead of a rational response to being so horrifically manipulated his whole life.

When Dean's anger reaches a peak, he just lets himself explode and doesn't feel guilty about exploding after the fact, you know? Which makes the manipulation he suffered via the wraith all the more painful for him. He just takes it and keeps on plowing through. He'll have a valid excuse to let that anger out sooner or later.

Meanwhile, his guilt over all of this will power him through to the next manipulative adventure the narrative has in store.

#spn 5.11 #s14 hellatus rewatch #sam sympathizes and dean empathizes #spiders georg of the tnt loop

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themikewheelers · 6 years

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Go wild tori please tell us your thoughts on the wheelers we wanna hear what you have to say

Anyways I wasn’t exaggerating when I said there’s so much I could say about the Wheeler family, below the cut is a 2.5k word/4 page essay about them and there’s STILL so much more I could say lmaoooo. If you’d rather read on google docs I’m putting a link here

Karen Wheeler only got married out of obligation. That may have never been explicitly stated in canon, but I know it’s true. She got married when she was very young. In the original script for the show it described her as being in her early 30s, which means she would have gotten married and had Nancy VERY shortly after graduating high school. I truly believe that Karen never really wanted to marry Ted, but she was young and fresh out of high school. She’s living in a conservative town from a traditional family, and she never feels like there’s much of a choice for her. She wants stability, she wants a good reputation, she wants to do what’s expected of her. So she’s young, she probably didn’t even go to college (why would she? She was expected to grow up to be a wife and mother, not to have a career) and she meets Ted. He’s older, but he’s from a good family, he’s a formal athletic star of Hawkins, he’s got a stable income, and he’s everything she’s ever been told she should want. She doesn’t love him, but she’s living in a society and family that expects her to settle down and become a mother, and at that point in her life, she doesn’t let herself dream of anything more. She just wants to settle down with that stable life that’s expected of her.

She had Nancy very quickly after getting married. Right from the start, Karen realized how absent Ted was. He was never really a loving, attentive husband. He didn’t love her either, and he married her out of obligation too. He came from a traditional family that was encouraging him to finally settle down and start a family, that’s what was expected. Karen was pretty and popular and they didn’t have much of a romance, but they both viewed marriage as what they were expected to do. Ted’s glory days were in high school, and he doesn’t have many ambitions left. So even after they’re married, they don’t care much for each other, but they paint the picture of this happy newlywed couple. Karen is lonely, but she doesn’t let herself feel any regret over marrying him yet. Instead she starts trying for a baby, because being a mother will give her life some more meaning (and a part of her hopes Ted will become more involved once he’s a father).

Ted wanted a son. He was disappointed when he found out their first baby was going to be a girl, but hey, she was only their first, they could have another kid. So Nancy was born, and he wasn’t a great father, but to some extent he was there. Karen did most of the work but he helped out some and took care of Nancy, but he quick to push Karen into having another kid. Then comes along Mike, and at first Ted is thrilled. Finally he has a son, who Ted can push all his expectations onto. He’ll be a star football player, he’ll bring glory to the Wheeler name, he’ll have this adventurous wonderful life Ted can live vicariously through. Because there was a point in Ted’s life when he was this star of Hawkins and he was living in his glory days, but now he’s in a boring marriage working a boring salesman job, and he wants a son he can project onto.

Only that isn’t Mike. At all. Mike is a good kid, of course, most parents would be thrilled to have a son as sweet and smart and gentle as him, but he’s not what Ted wanted his son to be. He’s only a little kid, but it’s already clear he’s not into sports or most other typically masculine things, he’s much gentler than other kids his age, and he’s nothing like this clear view of macho masculinity Ted envisioned for his son. But Ted keeps pushing him, forcing him to join Little League and similar stuff, but over time begins to give up. His son isn’t who he wanted him to be. He’s racing to see Star Wars in theaters, he’s building a volcano in their kitchen for his school science fair, he’s playing Dungeons and Dragons in their basement instead of taking Ted up on his offer to toss a ball around outside. Mike is a good kid, but he wasn’t what Ted wanted, and Ted never let him forget it. He becomes more and more distant from his family. He’s unhappy with his life and his family. He never really loved his wife, he has a daughter he’s never had much interest in, and a son he views as a disappointment. He turns into the Ted Wheeler we know, absent and uncaring and uninvolved, only ever interacting with his family to give judgement and criticism. Karen becomes more and more unsatisfied with him herself, and the fact that Nancy and Mike are growing up and she’s not spending so much time taking care of them anymore contributes. She’s growing more resentful towards Ted, and the fact that her kids don’t need her as much and she’s not as active as a mother is only making that worse. Then comes the 3rd Wheeler child, Holly Wheeler, a true save-the-marriage baby born into a family with an already crumbling dynamic.

As I mentioned before, Karen never loved Ted. She married him out of societal (and likely family) expectations as a way to gain some sense of stability in her life. She was never really satisfied with Ted, but for a long time she was able to ignore it, because she was a full-time mother and she had her kids to take care of and beyond her general frustration with Ted’s lack of parenting, she was content just being a mom. But then Nancy and Mike are growing up, and they don’t need her as much anymore, and we see her start to crack because of it. It starts in season 1, and she’s just getting so frustrated and upset because she can tell her kids don’t need her as much anymore, her role as a mother isn’t as big anymore and she’s starting to feel useless. She signed herself up for this life that was expected of women in this time period where she’s just meant to be a mother and a wife and nothing else. She’s married to Ted, but her relationship with him as never rlly been great, so she doesn’t feel like much of a wife, and with her kids growing up she starts to feel like less of a mother as well. She’s growing less content with her life and with the decisions she’s made leading her up to this point.

And then Nancy and Mike shutting her out only get worse after the events of season 1, and obviously Karen can’t understand why, and that alongside her deepening frustration with Ted is what leads to her spiral we start to see in season 2. Karen’s starting to give up. For the longest time she was the only tape and glue holding the family together, and as she gives up, the family crumbles even more. She stops trying to get her children to open up to her, she’s come to terms with the fact that they never will, and after 16+ years of marriage, she’s starting to realize Ted is never going to come around either. Their save-the-marriage baby is now 4 years old, and she hasn’t saved the marriage at all. Karen Wheeler is just so deeply unsatisfied with her life. She’s unsatisfied with the choices she’s made leading up to this point. This life as the suburban stay-at-home mom and housewife is what she was told she would be her whole life, and it was a decision she settled into when she was barely out of high school, and now as an adult she has so many regrets. She loves her family, but she’s unhappy with her life, and wishes she could have something more. And we see her spiral in s2 because of it. She’s checked out and given up on trying to fix her family, she’s throwing herself headfirst into romance novels and wishing she could have lived a romance like that herself at some point, she’s constantly gossipping with the other suburban moms around town to get drama, she’s flirting with Billy, and she’s got a serious but subtle drinking problem that Cara Buono hinted is going to be touched upon more in future seasons. I really do think Karen Wheeler is one of the most interesting characters on this show. Her story is all about these societal expectations for women to be mothers and wives, and in her case, you can see how unsatisfied with that being all she is, especially when she’s got an absent husband and her children closing her off.

Then, onto Mike and Nancy. I think they were close when they were little. In fact, I think Nancy was Mike’s only real friend for the first few years of his life. We know Will was the first friend he ever met, he didn’t know anybody at school going in, and that’s when he was 5 years old. I think Karen kept him very socially isolated when he was young, he didn’t even know Lucas who lived next door. But him and Nancy were very close. When he was a baby, Nancy would play with him like a doll. He spent his toddler years playing with Nancy and her friends when they came over. Even when Mike got a little bit older and met the boys, Nancy would dress up for his campaigns for them. The two of them were very close when they were young, but then they started growing up and growing apart. By s1, Nancy was in high school and talking to boys and going to parties while her nerdy baby brother was in their basement playing a fantasy game with his equally nerdy friends. Mike and Nancy really do love each other and they’re so protective of each other in the show, but as they grew up they started having less in common and stopped being as close as they once were.

And then the events of s1 happened, and I really do think during the whole “No more secrets” scene they meant it and really did want to become closer again, but it was everything that happened after that brought them down. Nancy found out Barb was dead, and Eleven went missing. In some respects, it seems like that should have brought them together bc they were both dealing with a similar grief, but they both dealt with their grief in such different ways, plus the scenarios were just different enough to pull them apart. I’m sure Mike was jealous because Nancy knew Barb was dead and she could at least get some closure, whereas he was stuck with no clue if El was alive or not and it was eating him alive. But from Nancy’s perspective, she was jealous because she was sure Barb was gone, but Mike at least had a chance of Eleven coming back.

And then they just dealt with it in such different ways. One of the biggest contributors to why Mike was such a wreck in season 2 isn’t solely because of what happened, but because he had no way to process it and deal with it. He couldn’t talk about it at all, and that’s what he needed personally to cope. For legal reasons he couldn’t tell anybody obviously (not that he even had any people he could tell) but even with his friends he had trouble talking. Dustin and Lucas were both coping by trying to pretend everything was normal so hopefully it would feel that way again, plus they didn’t want to risk upsetting Mike and Will more by bringing things up. But then to Mike, he thought the two of them were just moving on fine and it wasn’t hurting them the same way it was hurting him, and their whole way of coping by pretending things were normal was the opposite of what Mike needed because he wanted to talk about it all. And he could talk to Will, and we saw he did a bit, but I think even with Will he held himself back a bit because he didn’t want to upset Will more by talking about it too much, or potentially make him feel bad (bc Eleven did “die” trying to save him, and I’m sure Will harbored some guilt for it upon seeing how much his friends missed her). So then Mike had all this going on himself, but then he couldn’t even go to Nancy either, because she was doing the same as Dustin and Lucas. She was trying to pretend everything was normal as her way to cope, and we saw how by the time it was a year later in s2 that really ate away at her and she felt so guilty for trying to cope that way, but that’s what she did. So even though Mike and Nancy went through these similar traumas, it ultimately only pushed them apart more as opposed to having them deal with it together. They still love each other and are still so protective of each other, but they’ve just had so much trouble getting close and opening up to one another.

And just in general, Mike and Nancy are VERY similar people, personality-wise. They’re emotionally driven. They’re both super smart, but the epitome of following your heart over your head. They wear their hearts of their sleeves and the people they love are always the motivations for their actions. Every single one of their actions on the show has all been motivated by someone they care about. They both have these intense and passionate personalities and it’s something I didn’t notice for a long time, but when you start to analyze both their characters separately, you can start seeing all these similarities pop up that’s always been so interesting to me.

In general, the Wheeler family dynamic is this struggling sense of stability and normalcy. Ted and Karen are people who care a lot about reputations, so they’ve built up this image of the happy Wheeler family for the people of Hawkins. They’re a perfect little nuclear family at the end of the Maple Street cul-de-sac. But beyond this reputation there’s so many problems and none of them are truly happy or satisfied. Ted and Karen’s marriage is on the rocks, both Mike and Nancy are canonically never home anymore, and all the members of the family have really drifted and become more uninterested in each other. Ted had an idealized of the family he wanted, and this was never it, and as a result he’s given up on them. Karen settled for a life she was pressured into by society’s expectations, and over time her dissatisfaction has grown worse. Mike and Nancy are growing up in the aftermath, and have both displayed their frustrations with it. Nancy especially, we’ve seen how she’s really rejected this image of the perfect suburban girl, she hates this fake normalcy and stability her family is built off of. The whole family has such a complicated and messy dynamic, all the characters have different layers going on to them, and I’ve always found the family so interesting

#stranger things #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #karen wheeler #ted wheeler #holly wheeler #stranger analysis

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ronanwazlib · 6 years

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Request: maybe Remus has a little sister who is the flower girl at his wedding (marrying Sirius?)

Sirius’ hands shook as his fingers stumbled over the buttons at his collar.

“Are you nervous, mate?” Ron asked, and with a quick flick of his wand, finished off the rows of open buttons trailing down Black’s chest.

“Thanks.” Sirius breathed, and then scrubbed a hand over his face, the stark light of the dressing room illuminating his cheekbones with a shiny pallor. “Nah. Me? Nervous? Course not… Just worried it’ll be even worse than the first time.”

“Wait… what happened the first time?” One Of the boys, he thinks maybe one of Harry’s, chimes in from where he’s allowing Arthur to polish his shoes via magical grease.

Sirius barks out a brisk laugh, thinking back to the day. They’d never thought of getting married, not really. Being together after everything was enough for them. They’d survived his family’s prejudices, lycanthropy, becoming animagi as children, the Prank, Hogwarts, and were on their way to fight a bloody war, and still their fondness of each other never faltered. That was enough for them, he’d thought. They didn’t need rings or declarations or charmed wedding cake toppers at that. But then Lily and James had gotten engaged, and they’d each done their fair share planning the slapdash wedding, no matter how small-scale. And as they all shed tears that day which felt a bit more anxious than happy, the mood overall was too “This life is semi-permanent” rather than “this love will last forever” and seeing Moony preen over a slice of chocolate wedding cake (one layer especially made for him by the Potter’s overly fond house elf) and knowing they might not have each other forever, Sirius suddenly wanted this. Wanted just one moment of time that could be theirs forever, link them together once more in case the other ties that bound their hearts frayed and tethers were torn apart.

So following the Potter’s frantic summer wedding, Remus and Sirius had their own, even more thrown together and hasty. Lily was fuming of course because “of all the stupid and daft ideas” they had to go wanting an autumn wedding literal weeks before she gave birth? She still helped them plan it all anyways. It was a rather small affair, held in the field outside one of the Order’s safehouses.

Their friends from the Order, those alive anyways, all attended, as did Dumbledore, which was odd because of all the things they’d never have figured, it would be their former headmaster in support of their union while danger lurked and there was a battle to be won. They’d all supposed he just enjoyed a good party that much until Minerva had found all those letters he’d written to Grindlewald as a boy, sealed within a compartment of his desk, and realized why it was so important to him. The Blacks were not informed of the occasion, partly because many of them were Deatheaters, but mostly because Sirius would rather vomit out his own organs than see any of them again, besides Andy, but it was too rushed for her and Ted to come.

Remus wore a lovely suit sewn for him by Molly Prewitt out of his dad’s old wedding attire, and Sirius wore Fleamont’s best dress robes, as he didn’t quite think he could squeeze into the tiny Hope Howell’s decadent white gown (although he did try). Only Lyall himself was in attendance, looking aged and rather small in his chair, Remus’ mother having died while they were finishing school. And Remus’ young sister, just nearly six years old by that time.

She’d been quite the surprise, born in the winter of their third year just before hols. A thirteen year old Remus hadn’t even know his mother was pregnant, he got a letter by owl the week before their vacation began revealing all to him so as to avoid total shock upon his arrival back to the family home, which was, at the time somewhere in Northern England. They’d had to move for much of his childhood to avoid suspicion, but once he began at Hogwarts, his parents were able to be stationary for much longer with him gone most of the year. But after what had happened, his father’s guilt and the rift it drove between his parents, not to mention his mother’s hesitance to let her only son go off to wizard school and the overall taxation of having a lycanthropic son would all be things he would have assumed would have prevented any further offspring. But then, there she was in his arms that Christmas morning, little baby Rudina.

Moony wasn’t much for children, Sirius recalled. He was too worried he’d drop them or hurt them, and the fact that he spent most of his own time as one in pain and hiding rather than around other kids made him awkward about how to interact. But, damn, if he didn’t love Rudie. She walked down the aisle at their wedding, shrugging around in the garishly poofy white… thing… Marlene had stuffed her in, trying to precisely toss out exactly 4 petals each time her hand dipped into the basket of tiny star jasmine. She had her mother’s wispy hair, the same goldenrod hue as her brother, and like him her skin had a bronze undertone, but rather than being littered with scars, it was blessedly (in Moony’s opinion, since Sirius loved every scar because it was part of him) sprinkled with hundreds of freckles. Her gap toothed grin beamed up at her adored sibling as she scattered petals down the makeshift aisle, before Sirius approached, lead by James as they both tried not to think about how Fleamont hadn’t done this for either of them.

The ceremony was short, Dumbledore spoke the words to marry them. Of course, their marriage was in spirit only; registered werewolves were forbidden from spousal unions, and even if they weren’t, Moony’s match would have had to be a woman to be recognized under Ministry laws. But it had been a good day, despite the rushed cobbling together of everything, the absence of so many loved ones, the way Sirius had felt Remus’ grip on his wrist tighten to the point of discomfort as he slid on the silver band engraved with tiny stars.

“What didn’t go wrong, honestly…” Sirius joked in reply to the boy, whom he now realized was Teddy himself, his stepson. And it was true… They went straight back after that one night. No honeymoon period did soldiers get, and sleeping side by side in the same bed they’d shared since leaving school in their dingy London flat, it almost felt like he’d dreamed the entire affair. In truth, Remus had been acting strange for a while, and it seemed as though having the ring encircling one finger served as a constant reminder of the bond he was betraying; he was coarse and irritable from then on.

Harry was born, and Sirius and Remus were both swept up in that joy for such a short time before Dumbledore appeared in their fireplace with grim tidings of a prophecy, and the Potters went into hiding. Acting as Secret-Keeper and saving James from his incessant restlessness and terror consumed so much of his time, but being honest Sirius didn’t mind as it kept him from pondering well into many a sleepless night where his husband was going off to in secret, and why he’d heard tellings that the “Lupin boy” had finally gone round to the dark side. When he did return, climbing beneath the covers with all the silence of the weight settled between them, Sirius bit his lip until it bled, trying to ignore the foreign scent of smoke and wood and musk which lingered in his lover’s hair, in the lines on his skin, and forbid himself to think it was that of Fenrir Greyback or some other such devil.

Handing his duty over to Pete, who was ever more elusive following his role as groomsman, he had no reason to leave the house. He went out into Muggle London when he could force himself to leave his bed. The whole world seemed awash in runny slate greys and deep blue. He got tattoos… a lot of them, just to feel something, and worked on his bike. But not even hands covered in violet bruises and engine grease couldn’t entice a hold, and his rows with Remus grew in increasing frequency, although after a while his responses became automatic, and within he only felt lost and tired. His brother died, he saw the obit in the Prophet. There was probably a funeral… he wasn’t invited. He spent the entire day after he found out on the Tonk’s couch, while his young cousin petted and braided ribbons into his unkept locks.

One morning in spring, Rudie began showing signs of magic. She knocked a stack of books off the shelf in her father’s study from the kitchenette. Lyall called Remus right away, because directly after the little girl had collapsed. Rudie had always been a frail child; she’d come a bit early but St. Mungo’s had given their all into saving both her and the mother from harm, though her birth weakened Hope considerably… and a few short years later, nearing the Marauders final terms, she’d succumbed to cancer and left her two cariads behind. Now it seemed the strain magic had on her slight frame was too much, and she took to bed often, where sometimes pillows would fluff themselves, or handkerchiefs would fly above her sweating head of their own accord. That simmering summer brought a fresh wave of the dragon pox which had robbed James and Sirius of the two people besides their merry band of four they’d loved the most, and when it dissipated with the first crisp bite of chilly weather, Moony was an only child again. And thus the tendrils of unexpected sunshine that had beamed into his life crept beneath the cooling soil, and he was left with only the bitter embrace of the moon.

They spent much more time with Andromeda, Sirius to have some sort of mourning with his family, for his family, and Remus because he suddenly took new joy in playing and babysitting little Nymphadora, whose spunky, gaptoothed grin reminded him of Rudie’s.

Then came that fateful Halloween. And they’d buried their two best friends, begrudging trust keeping them just close enough to each hold onto infant Harry. Neither of them knew what they were doing. Even less so when Sirius knew he had to find Peter, or Remus and Harry would never be safe. When he did, it all fell to shit. Sirius lost control, and Peter was gone. Sirius met the eyes of his former headmaster as he was lead away to Azkaban, Remus shouting at the Aurors both for his release and for Harry, who was being pried from his “unfit” parental grip. Despite his high seat of power, and his knowledge of their arrangement, the only thing Sirius found in his shifting gaze was a cool acceptance which sent shivers down to his bones. In that moment he had lost all hope, and some days he couldn’t scrounge up one happy though from his cavernous skull, and had to settle for twisting the silver band round his bony knuckles so often a red ring bloomed across his blueing flesh.

Escape, freedom, a war. He returned to find Remus a broken man who dared not look him in the eyes and an empty house full of ghosts. Harry was alright, he’d ended up back with Lupin after a stint round his dreadful muggle family’s, and later a short while with Andromeda, as she was his godfather’s blood. Sirius was glad of that at least. The Dark Lord returned and was defeated. Black found Nymphadora and Remus had grown very close in his absence, a camaraderie he soon fell in step alongside after he’d wept for hours one silent night on the stairs of Grimmauld Place in his Moony’s arms, and they’d finally become the two of them again. Remus never wanted to let go of him, or have Sirius be from his sight. He’d cut his hair, just some, healed his wounds, silenced every whimper in the night with soft words and softer lips against his brow.

Tonks, as his cousin was now called, mothered him much too well for his liking, the impish grin she wore paired with her bossy jabs at him to eat. She was young, but comfortable in herself. Turned out she was like him, a family shame in more ways than one, but most especially for fancying fillies. Yet as the war grew worse and worse, she struggled with the thought that she would give up everything to its gapping maw and vanish unfulfilled. She wanted something to leave behind, a legacy beyond remnants of a cheeky greeting in young Potter’s ears and flashes of bubblegum hair tucked behind her hooped ears. She pestered Remus constantly, as he and Sirius were the only men she felt comfortable with, and both Black sheep rather wanted to end the traditional incestuous liaisons so common within their Most Noble House.

Eventually, he conceded, if only because Harry wouldn’t be young forever, and he’d found himself rather taken with fatherhood once he’d begun it. And thus, Teddy was born, with the aid of a little Mungo magic, of course. It was a rather odd arrangement if one overthought it, but then again, so much of their lives had seemed impossible. The blue haired bundle was a light in the coming darkness, and when it had passed, Sirius thought for once he might have that proper family he’d promised his godson.

And then the changing tide brought new tidings once again. The Ministry finally found a change of spell-encircled heart: The Registry was overturned, the records erased, and unions were now recognized between Muggles and Wizards of any gender, so long as they were within legal age. And thus, in their 50s, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin did one more ridiculous thing… They got married for a second time. Moony’s hair was nearly all grey now, but Padfoot had proudly retained all his ebony locks, save for one or two “distinguished” silver strands at his browline.

“Aw, don’t worry, Uncle Pads.” said Al from his spot by the long mirror, currently chanting out compliments to any who stopped to fix a stray hair or adjust a bow tie. “If ‘twere really that bad, it cant be any worse now!”

“And plus, it’s official this time!” Said Fred the Second as he tied a shoelace, and was met with a chorus of “Yea, Freddy two!” from the men in the room. Hugo made an affirmative noise, then told his cousin to stop trying to make “Fred the Second” an established nickname because it was pompous and dumb. Al and his brother laughed, chins ducked to pin on boutonnieres.

“Nah.” Sirius murmured, as they all prepared to exit, this wonderful family they’d amassed from nothing, and greet a hall full of many more important people in attendance this second time round, like Minnie at last, and the Tonks, Hagrid, Poppy, who’d always known when they were back at school because no normal “friend” spent that many nights sneaking into those uncomfortable cots in her hospital wing, nor had to be woken up tangled carefully together with the injured limbs of a still sleeping werewolf to be ushered off the morning Potions every time. Many were absent too… but this was finally their moment. No fear, or secrecy. It wasn’t a do over… it wasn’t their happy ending. It was a grateful, overjoyed beginning. Sirius pushed open the doors, Harry’s arm looped through his own, and broke out into a grin the moment Remus turned to meet his eyes, gasping out, “Pads,” as though he were seeing him with new eyes.

#this took so so long I'm sorry #also it got rlly angsty SORRY I don't like deviating from canon and Remus is an only child and his life is sad #I really liked the idea of them getting married when it was legalized so.... I just went with the uk's 2014 legalization #but also I was like well they had to have done SOMETHJNG enforce that #and lmfao Sirius would be extra enough to demand his own wedding #also rudina is just a girls name in many Latin languages meaning of the wolf or something of that sort #and I liked the r like Remus so....#moony #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar au #wolfstar wedding #wedding au #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfic #hp #hp fanfic #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #fanfic requests #fanfic #ask #lgbt wedding #wizarding world wedding #pads #honeydukesfinestfanfics

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mermaidsirennikita · 7 years

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Have you seen the movie Jackie? What did you think of it?

This is about to get REAL nerdy up in here anon. I had such a painfully obvious boner for Kennedy!history and legends for like... my last year of high school and most of freshman year of college that my mom gifted me with a first edition copy of Profiles in Courage by (but not rlly, he was too busy politicking to write a whole book) JFK for my birthday. And like, that wasn’t even the only Kennedy-related birthday present I got that year.

I have seen it! I think it could have been better as a story about Jackie and a Kennedy-oriented history fan (I hate myself for identifying with that) but as a movie it is a Work, imo. And I mean that in a good way, there were bits of the movie where I was like yeah I’m watching something really intentionally artistic here and it’s pulling it off.

The thing is that while the movie is OVERALL accurate (I’ll expand on my criticisms of accuracy later lol) the history isn’t the point, aside from when it relates directly to our perception of Jackie vs. the Real Jackie, and though obviously I don’t know the woman and I wouldn’t say this movie covers her entire personality (it spans over just a few days, it can’t) it nails certain aspects of her that we don’t discuss often, imo.

Jackie is as iconic as Marilyn Monroe, exactly because she was the antithesis, or so it seemed, of Marilyn. Marilyn was sex; Jackie was love (romantic love, maternal love, patriotic love). Marilyn was dirty, but in a touchable way that made you want to touch her; Jackie was clean, but in a way that made you want to put her behind a pedestal and maybe never even get to know her because that might ruin the image you have in your head. You don’t want her to be human. You don’t want to fuck her. You want to love her.

The thing is that just as with Marilyn, the image was really, mostly, a lie. Jackie actually had a lot in common with Marilyn--she probably wasn’t faithful to Jack, though he started it, I’m sure. She struggled with loving a man who could never really open himself fully to her (Marilyn chased these types like craaaazy). Hell, they both even had fertility issues (Jackie had multiple miscarriages and actually lost a two-day-old son less than a year before Jack died). She was saddled with legacy, and like Marilyn she really couldn’t be herself. Even their interviews, ESPECIALLY if you listen to them (as a MASSIVE DORK I really recommend listening to those, like, 18 hours of interviews with Jackie done after Jack died, which this movie definitely pulls from). She was never as raw, imo, as she even is to the interviewer in the movie. More vulnerable than usual, maybe, but never Raw. Like, the movie has her saw really honest shit and it’s probably what she was thinking but then she’s like--strike that from the record. Imo, the real Jackie slipped up and struck things from the record, but she never slipped up and was as honest with a reporter as she is in the movie.

Listen, I’ve got issues with Natalie Portman, but she NAILS those aspects of Jackie Kennedy that the movie is interested in, and I don’t like her as a person but she was robbed of a second oscar tbh. She wiped the floor with Emma Stone. There is more nuance to a single scene of her in this movie (the one where she’s sort of drunkenly dancing about the white house, as one example) than Emma conveys in all of La La Land, case closed.

The Jackie in this movie is an inner part of Jackie that I am certain existed. She’s constructing a legacy for Jack as soon as he dies, because he never got a chance to make that legacy for herself. She understand the myth of this family, of her, and she’s making sure that the myth lives on because that’s all they’ll have. He’ll never get to his second term, which some historians opine would have been much more groundbreaking than the first, as is often the case (first term presidents don’t want to offend because they’re thinking about reelection; second term presidents can lay it all out on the table). She’s been indoctrinated into this myth of this family (and the movie never covers this, but she was apparently Joseph Kennedy Senior’s favorite daughter-in-law, and maybe he was just being a creep and thought she was hot but I think he recognized in her a similar ability to go along and play for the cameras that his wife possessed, except better--she elevated the family, the Bouvier blood was much bluer than that of the Kennedys at that time) but she’s also making it what she wants it to be, because this is her greatest act as First Lady. As much as Jack and Joe Sr. and Bobby and Ted adored Jackie, she didn’t get along with the women of the family because I think tbh there was some intimidation going on within both sides and she never fit in, but damn, in this moment, she gets to MAKE the family.

The movie also both embraces and shies away from Sentimental Jackie, which we so often see. Jackie is usually either a bitch who didn’t really love her husband but is annoyed with his embarrassing infidelities and is in it for the glory, or a weepy messy who’s always on prescription drugs to dull the pain and going “Jaaaaaaack” whenever he comes home after fucking some lady. This Jackie is ABSOLUTELY played as deeply in love with her husband, and in some ways more sure of his love for her than I think most fictionalized Jackies are, in a very period-appropriate way. Sure, her husband has mistresses. But he’s also a brilliant man in her opinion, and he puts her on a pedestal and she’s the one he comes home to, she’s the First Lady, she’s the mother of his children, so... The infidelities are painful, but not the end of the world. There’s a line she says to a priest in possibly my favorite part of the movie where he sort of broaches another part of her pain they’ve only alluded to--the affairs. And she fucking SNAPS, it’s one of the only times she really loses control, being like “I was the goddamn First Lady of the United States, don’t you dare pity me” and it’s GREAT.

Now. If you’re looking for a biopic, this isn’t it. It’s a study in grief (grief for a beloved husband, trauma over how he died which is very graphically portrayed, grief for everything that will never be) and a character study of Jackie. The entire Kennedy story isn’t as delved into as it should have been. And to be honest, the biggest gap here is Bobby Kennedy. If you’re going to tell a story of Jackie Kennedy’s grief, you gotta feature more Bobby. I mean lbr I’m fascinated with the relationship anyway, but they completely turned to each other immediately after Jack died. Literally nobody else understood how they were feeling. Jackie devoted her life to this man, giving up so much to make his dreams come true... and so did Bobby. Shit, Bobby and Jackie could finish each other’s sentences, and both professionally and personally they were hugely codependent in the last years of Jack’s life. And Bobby, like I said before, worshiped Jackie at one point in his life. They were both into literature and poems (especially after Jack died, she got him into poetry to help him grieve) and they’d visit the graveside just them two. Bobby’s first concern after Jack died was Jackie; he immediately took up a more paternal role with Caroline and JFK Jr. But this wasn’t just because Jack died, they were genuinely best friends--when JFK was away on a yacht or something after Jackie’s first miscarriage, Bobby was in the hospital with her. Whether they ever crossed that line is irrelevant; if you’re doing a good “Jackie grieves Jack” moment you have to have a good Bobby and vice versa. This guy... has none of the literally insane grief Bobby had (people thought he was gonna lose it for real, including Jackie). He isn’t as acquiescing to Jackie as he reportedly was irl after the shooting, and yes he did resist the massive funeral she wanted from what I’ve read, but this is played a bit less like Bobby Is Going Into Guilt-Driven Paranoia and Is Worried His Niece And Nephew Are Gonna Be Assassinated and more like... ooh, this man is trying to put Jackie down, but she’s gonna have a Feminist Moment and fight him on it.

It’s the one big weak point of the movie, ESPECIALLY SINCE HE ISN’T DOING THE ACCENT AAAAAGH THE ACCENT EMBODIES THE FAMILY LINGUISTS HAVE STUDIED IT AND IT’S SO INDIVIDUALIZED THAT NOBODY ELSE REALLY EVER HAD IT THAT’S HOW RICH AND “YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US” THEY WERE. This is especially glaring because JFK doesn’t have an accent for his little speaking role either which could be fine bc he’s barely alive in the movie but theeeeeen Natalie is WRECKING the Jackie voice, she got it just right. Like fuck, I know this is a Portman Project but you’d think someone would want to not phone it in and maybe get some best supporting actor noms because Bobby Kennedy is a meaty role. Look at Barry Pepper, he was in a legit not great at all miniseries but he killed the role of Bobby and did the accent so well (and I admit Bobby’s is apparently harder to do bc his voice was also super distinct without the accent) and the awards just came rushing in.

Basically: this is a very, very good movie that should have won Natalie Portman an oscar, I think it got so much right about Jackie but it wasn’t quiiiiiite as fucking nerdy as I’d like. Also, I say this as someone whose favorite Kennedy is very obviously RFK (he was shady AF like all of them but he had good ideas and was viciously effective when he wanted to be, tbh his assassination is one of the great “what could have beens” of American history imo). But yeah, I think this is a really impressive, well-directed movie if not necessarily the movie I would have made about the family.

#jackie kennedy #i will... affectionately call her jackie o sometimes but aristotle was a waaaay bigger jerk than jfk by all accounts #so i think of her as a kennedy #Anonymous

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aureus-meles · 7 years

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PROMPT 006. ORIGIN STORY

EDGAR BONES / HUFFLEPUFF ALUMNUS / FC: LUKE MITCHELL / TAKEN

AFFILIATION : Order of the Phoenix

BLOOD STATUS : Halfblood

BIOGRAPHY :

Edgar Bones was born a scandal, but he was born out of love. The oldest son of Olivia Slughorn, a pureblood witch, and Andrew Bones, a muggle, he was the young couple’s first child of defiance against Olivia’s purist family. From the very beginning, Edgar’s very existence went against the pureblood ideals of those he would grow to stand against, but in the early days, all his mixed blood meant to him was love that defied the rules of society. Olivia and Andrew were proud parents, and the two of them never once faltered in the decision they’d made, and in the new life they were making together. Edgar was their little golden boy, the first star in their new constellation, and there was nothing but love for him growing up.

He was an exceptionally happy child, close to both of his siblings and to his parents, and his childhood was a testament to his mixed heritage, as he grew up as a member of both the muggle and wizarding worlds. When his siblings were born, Edgar proudly took on the role of older brother and protector; they were his little brother and sister, and his heart was full with love for them, and the desire to protect. Where Amelia and Jonathan went, Edgar was certain to tag along, and he never hesitated to invite his younger siblings to come along with him when he went out. There was one thing Edgar didn’t like growing up, and that was being alone. But with a family like his, Edgar never had to worry about being alone.

When the war started, Edgar’s parents debated what they should do to keep their family safe, and in the end, decided to ally themselves with the Order of the Phoenix. Olivia and Andrew did their best to conceal their involvement in the war from their children, but opened the doors of their home to Order members as a safe house. Edgar, the oldest and always the most inquisitive when it came to new people in the house, quickly discovered what was going on. But he didn’t protest or balk at the idea, and in fact helped out where he could, even from a young age. It was not enough to say or believe in good, his mother taught him, it was in the doing of good that things truly change. So Edgar did, and he took pride in it; he kept his mouth shut about what was happening to his friends and classmates at Hogwarts, but he lived for the moments where he could feel like he was doing something worthwhile in the world by helping his parents and the Order members they sheltered.

At Hogwarts, Edgar was sorted into Hufflepuff house, and for good reason. Edgar was hardworking and loyal, as all Hufflepuffs should be, and he had a kindness in him that made him the kind of person that just made people gravitate towards him. He was proudly named Prefect for his year, and served as keeper on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team for his final four years at school. Edgar was a friendly, charismatic young man, and many people drifted towards his somewhat carefree personality, earning him a wide circle of friends. But those who knew Edgar closely knew that his carefree attitude hid an active mind and a desperate ned to prove himself, to be useful to others, and to help where he could. He was a friend that could be relied upon for anything, whether it was keeping a secret or helping with homework, or anything in between. Edgar left Hogwarts near the top of his class with the belief that the world was open to him, and the foolish notion that the war could not touch him.

Edgar graduated from school and spent the following summer debating whether he wanted to become an Auror or a healer like his mother. His passion was in healing, he was certain, but he wanted to do something to help with the war, he wanted to make a difference. He just wasn’t sure how he wanted to make that difference yet. He ended up applying to both training programs, figuring that he would end up with the job he got, and settled himself in for a summer of eagerly preparing himself for his new life.

The life he prepared for, however, was not the life he ended up getting. Mere weeks before the end of the summer, Edgar came home from his final Auror training interview to find his house raided, and both of his parents murdered by Death Eaters. The loss threatened everything that Edgar believed in, as two of the best people he’d known-- the man and woman who had raised him into the person he was and taught him that good would always triumph over evil-- were killed by the dark wizards they had fought so hard to bring down. Edgar took the loss hard, but he never got a chance to grieve; there were two other lives he was now responsible for, that he was the sole provider for. Edgar took his brother and sister, and the three of them moved into a small flat in London, barely big enough to fit the three of him. Edgar was accepted into the Auror program and he didn’t even hesitate to join; he threw himself into his training, doing his best to ignore his struggles and grief, and focus instead on helping to catch the people who had torn his family apart. He fought his way through training, scraping by until Albus Dumbledore approached him with an offer he could not refuse: join the Order, and continue the fight his parents had started. Edgar didn’t hesitate; he joined at once, and his work ethic improved greatly as he worked alongside his friends in both the Order and the Aurors.

Auror training was a long and arduous road for Edgar, but he pushed himself through it to support his siblings through their final years of Hogwarts. His inheritance was swiftly eaten up as bills piled in, and Edgar watched the money his parents had saved up their whole lives for to give him a better future dwindled under the weight of keeping his siblings fed and clothed and housed. He was proud, though, to see both of them graduate, and to present them both with their thirds of their inheritances to send them out into the world with. For him, that was enough, and he could make do on his own with what little he made and had once they had moved out of their tiny London flat to make names for themselves. He worked hard and relentlessly, and rose quickly in the Auror ranks, and saw more of the war than he had ever hoped to during his seven year career. But Edgar had never been one to shy away from hardship, and soldiered on, becoming a Senior Auror just after his twenty-third birthday.

Edgar married Annabelle Meyers, his girlfriend of six months, in November of 1978, and the two of them had their first child-- a daughter named Kira Olivia--in June of 1979. With a new house, new family, new job and new responsibilities, Edgar is desperate to balance the demands and traumas of war, the Order, and the rising tensions in England with doing what he always wanted to do, and starting and supporting a family of his own.

DETAILS :

AGE : 25

TRAITS :

+ : Compassionate, loyal, hardworking

– : Sarcastic, short-tempered, reckless

CANON INFORMATION : [x]

OCCUPATION : Hitwizard ( Witch Watcher )

SUGGESTED CONNECTIONS :

Jonathan Bones, Amelia Bones : younger siblings, protective of

Annabelle Bones : wife, mother of his child, extremely protective of

Gideon Prewett, Ted Tonks, Dedalus Diggle : best friends

Adolphis Yaxley, Lucius Malfoy, Isaac Stebbins : annoyances

Charity Burbage, Bertha Jorkins, Dirk Cresswell : former flames, on good terms with

#ofc: prompts #ofc: origin story #this was honestly really fun i haven't looked at my old bios in ages #bio #[ little boy thinks he's such a hero ; ]#prompts #tw: murder #tw: depression #tw: death #tw: ptsd

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frenchkisst · 4 years

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‘Without Diet Doctor, I couldn’t have done this’

Improved mood, a new desire for exercising, and a remarkable 88 pounds (or 40 kilos) lost. Mihály achieved all this within just six months of starting keto and fasting.

He says that without keto and Diet Doctor, “it wouldn’t have been possible.”

These days, Mihály continues to enjoy his improved health, but now that he’s lost the weight, he feels he doesn’t have to be as strict. Instead, he simply eats natural, moderately low-carb foods to maintain his results.

Here, he shares his full story, which has been lightly edited for length and clarity.

Mihály’s story

My name is Mihály and I am from Hungary.

In just six months, I lost 88 pounds (or 40 kilos). Without the keto diet, it wouldn’t have been possible.

Thanks to Diet Doctor, I discovered the keto diet. Now, I want to share my experience with others.

In December of 2019, I decided to make personal changes. Back then, I weighed 353 pounds (or 160 kilos). I don’t know how I was able to live like that. Thanks to Diet Doctor, I discovered the keto diet. Now, I want to share my experience with others.

Beginning this new lifestyle was not easy. I have a big family and we like eating really indulgent food. So, while everyone was having pizza, hamburgers, and other tasty stuff, I had to stick with my keto meals — which was made easier by Diet Doctor and its delicious meal plans.

After a couple of weeks, though, I will admit that I started to find some of the keto meal options to be boring. This fact made sticking to the diet even more difficult at times.

From my experience — and this may not apply to everyone — the keto diet requires you to be very strict with your goals in order to succeed. In my case, I had to eat close to zero carbs per day.

Even if I ate just a tiny amount of a carb-rich food on a given day, I would go out of ketosis. Then, it took me three to four days to get back into ketosis.

I feel a lot better, and I think I look better, too.

Right now, I weigh 258 pounds (or 117 kilos). I feel a lot better, and I think I look better, too.

After six months, I stopped doing a strict keto diet because I started exercising. I just didn’t feel like I could keep both things going.

These days, I try to eat as healthy a diet as possible. Based on what I learned during my time eating keto, I still aim for fewer carbs, but my body is no longer in ketosis.

When I lost the weight, my go-to meals were salads with some kind of protein, such as meat, fish, or eggs. I also tried to mix up the salads with sauces, extra veggies, and other toppings so they wouldn’t become boring.

Here are some typical recipes that I made and loved:

Keto frittata with fresh spinach

4 g

Keto mushroom omelet

5 g

Keto cheeseburger

8 g

Broccoli and cauliflower in cheese

9 g

Ever since starting keto, I’ve skipped breakfast — and continue to do so to this day.

You’ve provided recipes, inspired me with success stories, and I had access to all of the resources and information I needed to know.

Without Diet Doctor, I couldn’t have done this. You’ve provided recipes, inspired me with success stories, and I had access to all of the resources and information I needed to know. I am truly grateful.

Comment

Congrats on your weight loss and progress, Mihály. Your story is a wonderful example of how we all have our own journey. Some find they want to stay in ketosis long term, and others find starting in ketosis and transitioning to a more liberal low-carb diet works better. The key is finding what is sustainable and successful for you. Congrats on finding your path!

Best, / Dr. Bret Scher

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