everyday I wake up and think about @mormorganna 's drabbles and fics
Requested by two anons and blue-magpie-melody
Wow, three requests for vamp!mormor; well, here ya go! Seb in the early stages of turning, sired by Jim… \( ★ω★)/
some little mormors to get back in the swing of things 💛
I saw a book cover and it spewed out another plot bunny…
So with Seb’s dad canonically being an English diplomat for Persia (despite the Irish last name??) I figure Sebastian would have been familiar with Farsi as a child.
And I found a children’s book about a Tiger called Augustus, which is available in a lot of bilingual options. Like English/Farsi.
So I was picturing little baby Seb having this book. (And probably a Latin version too, to prepare him for being shipped off to Eton as a boy.)
Having him being part of the East India Coy as a shorthand for ‘mercenary thug’ doesn’t really translate into a modern setting. But having him live in India for a while due to his dad’s Lordly governmenty nonsense kind of interests me in a postcolonial way, especially if Seb’s mom is Indian. And I feel like the tiger incident seems a bit more plausible in India than the more ignoble taking drunken potshots at a tiger from London zoo.
Since canonically Seb writes two books, one of which is about hunting big game, I figure that he likes reading and probably had some interest in wild animals as a kid.
With me so far?
So, tiny baby diplomat’s son Seb is in India for a while, being neglected by his rich parents a la ‘The Secret Garden’. He’s not supposed to play with servants’ or local children, only other spoilt English brats whose fathers went to school with his.
Seb goes exploring and befriending ‘unsuitable’ children anyway, and discovers that his tiger book comes in all sorts of other languages! Urdu, Hindi, Bengali, Punjabi!! He swaps, borrows and steals his way into amassing a small collection.
And then he’s shipped off to Eton. Sometimes he stays in England during the holidays, so he’s barely home again. And then he’s off to Oxford, and officer training. His parents move back to England, but he spends as little time in their company as humanly possible.
His father dies, and his mother moves back to India. Sebastian gets landed with clearing out Moran Manor.
He’s barely been in his own bedroom here, and never in the nursery. That room is mostly covered in sheets, so he’s just taking stock of any furniture that should be thrown away instead of sold (the intended fate of an antique rocking horse and a train set which belonged to his father).
But then Seb finds the books. Not just the Farsi and Latin ones, but *all* of them. By the time he’d finished Eton he already hated his father, and here is a collection of beloved children’s characters named the same.
And worse, Sebastian has been nicknamed ‘Tiger’ since he got his scars.
Seb calls up his mother and discovers she knows nothing about the books being there. She’d packed up his things for the move to England, but hadn’t bothered with many boyhood items he’d have outgrown. She had a vague recollection of Sebastian rereading what she had at the time presumed were the same two books when he was small, but she had supposed he’d hardly want them as a bigger child, and his *not* being allowed by Augustus to be brought up with her native tongue was such a strained issue that she wouldn’t have dared packed any of the Indian books.
And yet there they were in the nursery. None of the nannies or governesses or tutors came from India to England, and they wouldn’t have been involved with the packing.
So Augustus had definitely brought those books to England with him and hidden them in the nursery, where his grown son was unlikely to find them.
*Why*?
Sebastian had been certain as a boy that discovery of his illicit collection would provoke dire consequences, including damage to the books. But they weren’t any more tattered than they’d been from his own handling.
His father had found these books, and instead of destroying them, had brought them all the way to England and kept them safe all these years.
Sebastian has no idea what to think about this. He’s caught with the uncomfortable possibility that some part of his father might have been *sentimental*, and that’s an unlikely and uncomfortable thought.
He takes the books with him when he sells the manor.
Hi I’m scream crying this is incredible and I love your brain
“Let’s visit the Tower of London, he said.”
“It’ll be tons of fun, he said.”
art © the always so brilliant @hippano
mmm watch me create another seperate text post meme instead of just making a compilation
Lily, appearing out of nowhere: Regulus, I am so sorry
Regulus: what?
Lily: James has a crush on you
Regulus, remembering all the public love declarations James did when he was crushing on Lily: oh fuck
Lily, mentally reliving each and every experience in her mind: I know.
{ quotes: I.B.Vyache+these violent delights by micah nemerever/motional motion sickness, phoebe bridgers/anais nin/Sufjan Stevens/uk/Bluets, Maggie Nelson/Albert campus//photos:pinintrest }
To that stupid naive girl I fell in love with I stil check for a good morning text from you and every morning I cry a little inside for it.
SIRIUS AND JAMES ARE SECOND COUSINS. FLEAMONT AND WALBURGA ARE COUSINS.
Cygnus Black ii married Violetta Black and they had four kids. Marius Black, Dorea Black, Pollux Black and Cassopeia Black.
Pollux Black married Irma Crabbe and they had three kids. Walburga, Alphard and Cygnus Black.
Dorea Black married Charlus Potter and they had one son. Fleamont Potter.
(So far Monty and B are cousins)
Walburga Black married Orión Black and they had two kids. Sirius Black iii and Regulus Black.
Fleamont Potter married Euphemia and they had one son. James potter.
(Second cousins. They’re second cousins. And I’m not done)
Cygnus Black married Druella Rosier and they had three daughters. Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa.
Narcissa Black married Lucius Malfoy and had one son. Draco Malfoy.
James Potter married Lily Evans and had one son. Harry Potter.
(Draco and Harry are third cousins)
Marlene: *walks into the slytherin common room*
Dorcas: *hugs Marlene*
Marlene: you always know what I need *hugs Dorcas*
Barty: why are we not like them?
Evan: because you're not Marlene and I'm not Dorcas
Barty:
Evan: also we are not gays...although gays are next to us, on the bed next to us
Regulus hugging James: shut up, Rosier
James: I'm not gay
Evan: excuse my humble opinion, Potter, but you've fallen into the Black web-
James: I-
Evan: and you are unlikely to get out, so you can be considered gay, you will not know another
Marlene: I can't argue *cuddles up to Dorcas*
Regulus: I'm not some kind of dictator, James and I have a normal relationship
Dorcas:
Evan:
Barty:
James:
Marlene:
Regulus: why are you silent?
Evan: i mean if James break up with you now-
Regulus: *pulls James close* he can't
"it was actually really clever of jkr to model lycanthropy after aids" um. yeah no super clever to write a disease where the vast majority who have it are evil dangerous monsters who cannot control their carnal beastly appetites and their figurehead is a child predator and the only sympathetic portrayal of a character with the disease is a deeply assimilationist story about a good guy who understands that his disease is horrible and disgusting and makes him a dangerous contemptible person such that his ostracization from society is inevitable and he is simply grateful for what crumbs he receives from those who see that he isn't like Those Bad Diseased Guys because he does everything in his power to suppress his carnal beastly appetites and denounces the monstrousness of the disease as a whole making him the rare exception to the rule as a Good Diseased Guy. and also we can feel bad for him because he only got the disease because of the aforementioned child predator. super clever to then say oh yeah btw i was thinking of aids when i wrote that <3
Hold it hold it hold it
I'm no artist
But please imagine, if you will, Hobie and Pavitr like this
I need more sleepy punks and you know they would
punk's not dead. just eepy.
I can't stop thinking about how Sara Lance got her happiness as a clone and the real one is dead
And no body cared in the show and outside, because she got a perfect copy with her memories to continue her life. I guess I just have to imagine her soul is with her sister's and they both kick ass in the after life.
The woman who inspired us all with how she protects women was killed and cloned off screen by a man, who artificially created a female clones to serve him as slaves. I mean how twisted is that, and how is nobody seeing how sexist it is.
We are lady parts! I can't stop recommending this show, it's very short, it's beautiful, it's the story of a punk rock band which members are muslim women and it's just amazing.
