So I will give her some respect by not linking to a copy of it

How VICE media’s new platform Broadly STOLE my Caramel Curves project!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Broadly is supposed to be a station that VICE created to empower women. Broadly was allegedly created for women, by women and about women. They proudly boast about how they are feminists and are bringing women together. Don’t let this camouflage fool you like it fooled me. Broadly is a vulture. A soul sucking parasite that can only survive by leaching every ounce of original content from it’s host.
I am a victim that Broadly chose as a host and extracted it’s ideas and original content from. A few months ago I shared with a friend that I wanted to turn my photo project about the Caramel Curves into a doc. This friend started working for Broadly, pitched my idea and in May they asked me if I would make a short doc about the Caramel Curves for them. They explained that it would be a celebration of my photographs and that I would have creative control over almost everything. We discussed my role as the co director over and over again. At a meeting with some of the Caramel Curves, Broadly assured them that I was co directing this project. The leader of the Curves told Broadly that the only reason why she was going to let Broadly make a documentary about the group was because she trusted me. She also told them that If I was not directing the film her and the gang were out. VICE promised me and the Curves that we would be shown the footage that was shot, weigh in on the editing, and approve of the final cut before the piece was published.
I pushed for a crew from New Orleans but Broadly insisted on sending me a crew that was already VICE staff. After all they were facilitating the budget, so I agreed. After sending me a crew from New York City and a camera man from hell we spent a few days shooting this project. The conditions were incredibly stressful. It was a daunting task to get the dp to listen to anything that I told him. He refused all direction regarding his camera work, but was happy to have me direct the Curves.
I should have trusted my gut and been more assertive but since one of the people that I was working with was a friend that I’ve known for over 5 years I decided to just roll with the punches. At one point my lovely subjects - smart and amazing Caramel Curves became very suspicious of VICE and Broadly and wouldn’t sign release forms. They also wanted a guarantee that they could have copies of the footage for their personal use. The crew and I discussed this obstacle and the camera man from hell came up with an idea. He callously said, verbatim “I just got back from Ghana where we were shooting a doc about boxing. You should just do what I did when I was there - just lie to them and tell them they are going to get what ever it is that they want. I mean, we are never going to see these people again.” I was absolutely appalled. That pretty much set the mood of the entire shoot. I felt pitted between my subjects who I much respect and the dubious Broadly crew.
The Curves came out of the shoot unenthusiastic. They didn’t send their release forms to VICE. My “friend” at VICE put pressure on me to get them. I told her that we wanted to see the footage. She kept stalling… She would apologize and tell me it was coming. The pay check also never showed up, same story. I sent the releases, trusting my friend", and also VICE as a normal law abiding media outlet, to finish the project according to our contract. I was paid when they received the releases, but was never sent the dailies. No rough cuts, no outlines, no paper edits. Then, an email with a link to a rough cut, and a second email a day later saying sorry the piece is online! I was never able to show the Curves the edit, nor give my input. For this, and many other reasons, the piece is shallow. It kind of sucks compared to the real story of the Caramel Curves, which is beautiful. None of us in New Orleans are happy about the process at all. Vice doesn’t mind if we are deceived exploited and disposed then of.
Last week Broadly launched their awful site and kicked it off with my Caramel Curves project. This is a project that I have spent 2 years working on. That friend that I was telling you about earlier, well she took most of the credit, and her little minions that got sent down from New York with her got whatever credit was left over.
I complained to Hannah Gregg. She left me a voicemail and a text that apologised for what had been done and basically said that she knew they fucked up, but it was too late to do anything about it. I posted this story on my instagram and Tracie Morrissey, the creator of Broadly left me a few comments. She told me that I didn’t actually do anything for them and that I should be ashamed of myself for trying to claim this project as mine.
VICE didn’t know what to do with creative women so they made a ghetto for them called Broadly. Please spread the word that VICE and Broadly are vultures and will do anything they can to steal original content from independent artists. Don’t let them take advantage of you or anyone that you know.


If you’ve never read my initial theory post, please do yourself a favor and check that shit out. It is a foundation for the theory that, regrettably, was missing a lot of information that I wasn’t able to get to until I was able to do a reread of the series, plus I wanted to wait for the series to develop a little further. The original post was made right after “Deku vs Kacchan 2” was released, so we’ve had about 30 chapters of development. You might be wondering how on earth 3k words isn’t enough to make my point the first time, but here I am yet again! 

I might sound crazy, but believe me when I say… I am the MOST serious. 

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re: [quest] Chapter 4 “sponse”

Hello!! So … before we get to it, here’s my explanation of what I’m up to with re: quest. So far, I’ve been BURIED in school and, as far as translations go, have mainly been chipping away at outlines/summaries as well as my tagging system to make things as convenient for you guys as I can. But, at the same time, I thought I should give you some kind of content to get the ball rolling! So I spent all day yesterday and today fleshing out my translation for Part 1 of Chapter 4, “Sponse” (I’m pretty close with the rest of the chapter too – just have lotsa editing to do). This chapter is about Hori Chie and Tsukiyama Shuu and is very cute (happy birthday the other day, 2/25, to Hori, btw!!)♥

About my tagging system and overall formatting: so far, my links for desktop are all set. This post will have Part 1 of the chapter in full under the cut (mainly for mobile users). While posts like this will have as much content as I can include in them, I’ll be using posts primarily as way of announcement for updates. All of the translation content will be on my blog’s Quest Navigation Page, which can also be accessed through my translations page on the main navbar (I am aware that these links don’t work for mobile – that’s why I’ll try to put as much content as I can in posts. The issue is that I can’t guarantee content in posts will stay available). Finally, a disclaimer: I’d encourage anyone invested in the Tokyo Ghoul series to buy the official copies of this light novel and its official translations when they are released in your area to support the authors and publishers.

Thank you everyone for your patience and please please please, don’t hesitate to send me corrections/suggestions/asks and messages about this project! It’s a big work in progress, and there will definitely be some mess-ups on my part, but my hope is that we can all enjoy some more of Quest. It’s pretty awesome. – koko♥

Chapter 4: Sponse Part 1
TL: As we all know and love, occasionally Tsukiyama throws in English or French words when he’s talking. Anything he says that’s written in Roman letters in the original Japanese text, I will both italicize and underline. All other emphatic markings only for conveying their own regular emphasis.

   “Alright, now take a picture, of me!”
   “Nahh,” Hori replied, and the conversation was over in 3 seconds. She was watching through the coffee shop’s big windows at the shopping street where people came and went, housewives buying things for dinner and hoisting bulky eco-bags on their shoulders.
   Hori looked like an uncomfortable elementary school student in the chic and relaxed coffee shop where she sat. However, inside, she was already at the level of a college student. Well, actually, she almost never went to college, as she roamed from east to west as a “free camera-man” with her camera, her one hobby, always by her side.

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Valentine's Day

By @accio-hogwarts-a-history

9.3k words, G rated

It’s Valentine’s Day in Albus and Scorpius’s fifth year. Scorpius is determined, as always, to get his date with Rose, and Albus is trying to work out how to confess his true feelings to Scorpius. 

Thank you so much @torestoreamends for beta'ing and for being so incredibly patient. :’)

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crankgameplays livestream 4/2/17

just a tiny lil recap (6 pages on paper to be exact)

  • he doesn’t know what to do, still getting his shit together
  • “I just wanted to say sahh dude” (shoulda kept a ‘saahh dude’ tally tbh)
  • said he wasn’t feeling good, hes got tummy aches
  • didnt feel like recording, so he streamed instead
  • doesnt really want ppl donating to the channel, but he appreciated it
  • someone said they wanted more original songs from him and he was confused
  • he started playing overwatch
  • on the Hit it fergie video: now he really wants ppl to stop tweeting him about it, he did the video just to shut them up
  • ppl are spamming ‘soft and neat’ thanks for your contribution phandom
  • apparently hes horrible at overwatch
  • ppl want him to play ukelele but he aint got one, the one he had in the 12hr solo stream was kathryns apparently
  • he hardly plays overwatch and frequently gets killed
  • “I’m an overwatch king dude!! Saahh…”
  • tbh its much calmer than his videos,,,,, voice is much deeper,,,, more relaxed,,,, good for the soul
  • so many “sahh dude”s
  • he forgot to tweet out the stream link oops
  • hasnt watched the walking dead in a while, he fell behind
  • used to watch twd with his dad a lot
  • he also misses his parents a lot
  • he talks about how supportive they were in everything he did, they never said one negative thing
  • they would drive him 45min back and forth for gymnastics :’)
  • he also cried while writing out a long birthday message to his dad :’’’)
  • “balls balls balls balls” -in the midst of a battle or something
  • “how did i die?” -ethan, when he dies
  • Ethan, brian and G are doing a panel for indy popcon and hopefully a m&g
  • he likes that ppl feel welcome here in the community
  • “Ew gross girbeagly? Stupid…” idk the context i just wrote it down lmao
  • “You guys really dont have to donate!!!” x23442345
  • will probably make more battle cats videos
  • he misses maine
  • doesnt like pacific time bc its super hard to schedule things and videos
  • had a road trip to canada w his bro just before he moved to la
  • He’s not going to do another snapchat video
  • In a dry spell when it comes to games lately, hopefully it stops soon bc theres new games coming
  • Robin is watching apparently???
  • Ethan says pax south is much more chill than pax east
  • He regrets not taking the time to reupload all his videos from the old channel onto the new one
  • Theres apparently 700 privated videos on the old channel
  • Deciding what music to play in the background
  • “Big jazz boy, yeah thats what i am, you know it”
  • *burps into the mic*
  • He put on the flower crown “i am adorable” :’)
  • Says we should listen to the podcast “the comedy button”
  • He listens to a lot of podcasts actually
  • Ethan does not live with mark, and he doesnt film in his office
  • Fave thing abt maine is his friends :’)
  • Once he moved away he really started to appreciate the town he came from
  • Probably gonna keep the blue hair for the rest of 2017
  • He likes ppl cosplaying as him
  • Someone asked if hes dating kathryn and he said no
  • “I’ll tell her about that, she’ll laugh”
  • Dancing to the music (this happens throughout the stream)
  • Someone asked if he could help them name their puppy
  • “Omg i love puppies i hope you love her forever and give her treats tell her i said hi!!”
  • talked about his pupper cooper (rip) and that she was his best friend
  • he really wants a girl dog, but he knows hes too busy rn to take care of one
  • Had a slight allergy to dogs but it probably went away over time
  • he’s playing with a silver ball
  • If youre mean and bullying ppl then u dont belong in this community, be respectful!!
  • says the ball is somewhat like a stress ball
  • basically he constantly needs to be doing something with his hands due to adhd
  • He did not go to college, took a gap year,,,, then another one,,,, then la happened
  • Considered going to film school and if he had time he’d want to do a short film
  • He doesnt think he could have a job that isn’t creative
  • He’ll think about doing a tour of his place,,,, possibly,,,, one day
  • Fave 21p song,,,,,,, heavy dirty soul,,,,,,,, maaybbee
  • He’s a scorpio (i only put this bc for some reason i thought he was a libra)
  • Mixed feelings about the ‘dark side’ character thing: he doesn’t want to come off like he’s copying jack & robin, but he does like the communities ideas
  • wants to be more consistent with trash goblin podcast
  • Crankgameplays name origin: dad owned a company called ‘crank’ & ethan had a poster of it in his room and then he and andrew were deciding what to name the channel, eth saw the poster and then bam
  • thanked the ppl who donated to the channel (lots of name butchering)

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the color of lightning, pt. 1

Darcy/Pietro, rated T

read: part 2, part 3

Now on AO3.

Agent Darcy Lewis is called in after the Battle of Sokovia to help identify the bodies of the deceased. Except, it turns out, one of them isn’t quite dead.

this is a mirror fic to @paranoidwino‘s Life is Unfair (which is amazing and you should read it!). a million thanks to @dresupi – i couldn’t imagine posting a quicktaser fic without your seal of approval. ;)

Darcy received the emergency alert before dawn.

It was the first time her phone had ever blared that particularly shrill tone, and Darcy fell face-first on the floor in her haste to scramble out of bed. She got dressed in the dark, eyes too bleary with sleep to benefit from the bedside lamp’s light anyway. The phone went off with another alert, and she  scrambled to turn it off. As she swiped at it, the screen displayed over a dozen text messages and several missed calls. They were all from Jane.

Darcy, you’re in the States right now, right?

Darce, please tell me the jack-booted thugs didn’t send you to an active war zone.


God damn it, Darcy. PICK UP YOUR PHONE.

The rest of the messages continued in a similar vein. Hastily, she typed out a quick text.

I’m in DC. just got called in. will call when I can.

Then, she called her superior and reported in. Coulson didn’t have much to say, except, “Turn on the TV, Lewis.”

She did. The destruction of Sokovia broadcasted from every station. It played in slow motion from a thousand different angles. Darcy didn’t think she could bear to watch the tragedy, but wasn’t able to tear her eyes away from the devastation.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, dumbstruck. No other words would come. “Oh my god.”

Luckily, Coulson didn’t seem to expect anything more eloquent from her. “I know. Agent Lewis—”

Darcy couldn’t answer, too riveted in the horror flickering across the TV screen. With a gentler tone, Coulson prompted, “Darcy. I need you to come in. Bodies will be arriving via helicarrier in a matter of hours, and I need people I can trust to oversee the identification of the deceased.”

That pulled her attention away from the traumatizing footage. “Identification of the bodies, sir? In DC?”

Coulson’s sigh reverberated through the line, tinny but audible in its exhaustion. “Yes, in DC. The area wasn’t stable enough to—Darcy, we can’t take the chance of someone picking up the bodies to use for—research.”

The air sat heavy with the words he didn’t say. Right. Hydra. Darcy nodded, even though Coulson wasn’t there to see it. “Got it, Son of Coul. Just tell me where to go.”


Several hours later, primed and ready with several cups of coffee and a shirt that was not inside-out (it turned out Darcy was not particularly skilled at getting dressed in the dark), She arrived at the morgue.

The entire building was eerily still. Only a handful of people were assigned to the task of identifying the bodies—Coulson didn’t lie about wanting to keep it quiet. Everyone stayed quiet in their work—either out of respect for the dead or due to the stifling silence that permeated the building. The only sound was the quiet thunk of SHIELD security as they made their rounds through the building.

Knowing that she couldn’t put off her job forever, Darcy sighed and entered her designated room. It was filled almost wall to wall with black body bags. She had to pause just inside the doorway to tilt her head back, willing away the sharp burn of tears that lingered at the back of her throat.

Darcy offered a silent plea for the dead to find peace, because they could not speak for themselves. Then, shaking off the last of her hesitation, she moved to the first bag. After confirming that the woman inside matched the identification found with her body, Darcy painstakingly wrote Tanya Ivanovna Mirkova on the little card.

And so the day passed. Darcy moved from one bag to the next, verifying identities and copying their names down before moving on. Her back started to ache terribly, but she refused to rush through the task. In some strange, morbid way she felt as though she was responsible for sending them off, and she wanted to do it right.

She was about three-quarters of the way through the room when an anomaly brought her up short. Darcy had paused for a moment, stretching out her sore back and cracking her neck before moving on to the next body. Stifling a small yawn, she pulled the zipper down on the next bag only to freeze in shock.

She would recognize that face, that hair anywhere. It was Pietro Maximoff.

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Beauty and the Beast Part “Sanctuary”

Author’s Note: Thank y'all for reading! You will notice another familiar scene from the show, but with some tweaks. :) I do not own any of the scenes from The Walking Dead. Again, special thanks to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for letting me join in the Negan writing challenge! If you want to be added to the tag list, just shoot me a message! You can also find me on and Archive of Our Own.

Warnings: Violence, Language

Songs I’m listening to: Sanctuary by Lennon and Maisy featuring Charles Esten as seen on CMT’s Nashville

The cargo van came to a slow stop and my stomach twisted with fear. A few moments later, the rear door opened to reveal Negan smiling with one hand extended toward me. “ We are home sweet fucking home, Beauty!”

I ignored his outstretched hand, unable to hide my disdain as I hoisted myself out of the van. Negan, who was clearly annoyed by this, slammed Lucille down just inches from my feet. “Have we no fucking manners?”

I responded with a cold, unwavering stare. I may be his prisoner but I certainly wouldn’t cower to this savage monster.

“It’s an emotional time; I get it.” he said with a chuckle. “You just need some rest and you will warm up to Sanctuary life in no fucking time, princess.” He turned to Simon who had appeared at his side. “Take the lady to her room!”

My room? With a nod, Simon gripped my arm securely and began guiding me away from Negan and the cargo van. He steered me inside the gates of a chain link fence surrounding a large building that appeared to have once been a warehouse. “Welcome to the Sanctuary. I’m Simon, by the way.” He said softly, looking down on me with a look that could only be described as pity. My eyes were drawn to the numerous walkers impaled in place along the outer perimeter of the fence. “It’s like the ADT of the apocalypse!” Simon joked half heartedly, noticing where my gaze had settled. “I know it seems a little strange, but they add an extra layer of security.”

I nodded, and shifted my gaze to the bountiful garden near the eastern side of the building. “Wow,” I breathed before I realized I had even spoken aloud.

“Our garden is one of the things we are most proud of here.” Simon explained, “We also have a smaller garden out back and some chicken coops.”

As we entered the building, I was surprised to see that there lights working inside. He led me down several winding corridors as I tried to commit every twist and turn to memory. We finally came to a stop in front of a door, labeled #113. “Here we are!” Simon said warmly.

He opened the door to reveal what resembled an unassuming efficiency apartment. Inside the small space was a twin bed, a worn two person dinette, and a modest desk with a hutch. My eyes immediately took notice of the books organized within the hutch. A wooden dresser sat to the side of the bed with a lamp that illuminated the room. A look of confusion swept across my face as I took in my new living quarters, but Simon didn’t seem to notice. “It’s not much, but you should have everything you need here. Anything else, you can probably get from the market place that’s in the court yard. We serve breakfast and dinner in the mess hall every day, too.”

I spun on my heel to face Simon. “Wait… prisoners have rooms?”

“You don’t deserve to be locked away in some cell. You volunteered to come here in place of your friend. The least we could do is try to make you a little more comfortable.” Simon leaned back against the dinette table.

With a wary nod, I walked to the desk and ran my fingers along the spines of the books lined up in the hutch.

“There are a couple rules. Don’t even attempt to escape. We have guards at every possible entrance and snipers on the roof.” he instructed. “And don’t go to the West Hall.”

“What’s in the West Hall?” I asked, my fingers landing on a copy of The Great Gatsby. I pulled the book from its respective place and clutched it to my chest.

“Those are Negan”s living quarters.” He replied curtly. “He likes his privacy.”

I snorted with righteous indignation as Simon crossed the room to stand beside me. He sighed as he looked down, his gaze softening. “We’re not that different, Belle. We all have blood on our hands here. I’m not making excuses for Negan or even for myself. I know that some of what we’ve done is….unforgivable. But there are always two sides to every story.”

I was taken back by the gentleness with which he spoke. Just a few hours before his leader was torturing my friends and now he was standing here giving me a room with better accommodations than a Holiday Inn.

“I’m going to leave you to rest for a bit.” Simon said with a nod. “I’ll send someone up to check on you a little later.” With that, he closed the door softly behind him as he left. Craddling the book in my arms, I walked to the bed and sank down into the mattress. I thought of Daryl, our family, all we had just lost and cried myself into a dreamless sleep.

* * * * * *
The only sounds that could be heard were birds chirping happily in the morning air, completely oblivious to the loss that had just occurred. The group sat in a stunned silence in Negan’s wake, until finally Maggie slowly came to her feet. Pale with grief and pain, she began to take steps toward Glenn’s remains.

“Maggie…” Rick pleaded. “Maggie, you need to sit down. Maggie….”

“No.” she replied with a small sob.

“We need to get you to the Hilltop.” Rick tried to reason, as he approached her with worried eyes.

“You need to get ready.” Her voice was filled with fire, though physically her flame had all but burned out.

“For what?” he asked softly.

“To fight them.”

“They have Belle. Daryl is injured. They have an army. We would die. All of us.”

“Go home. Take everybody with you. I can get there by myself. We have to fight and we have to get Belle back.”

“You can barely stand up.”

“I need to go. You need to go to Alexandria. You were out here for me.”

“We still are.” Rick whispered, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I can make it now. I need you to go back.” Maggie clenched her fists, as if bracing herself for the impact of sorrow threatening to pummel her body. “I can’t have you out here. I can’t have you all out here anymore. I need you to go back.”

“Maggie, we’re not letting you go.” Michonne stated, looking her in the eye. “Okay?”

“You have to.”

“It’s not gonna happen.” Rick shook his head, his crystal blue eyes pooling with despair.

“I’m taking her.” Sasha said, rising to her feet beside Maggie. She gripped her friend around the shoulders to steady her. “I’m taking her. I’m gonna get her there. I’m gonna keep her safe.” Though Maggie had lost her husband, Sasha had also lost someone she had grown to love in Abraham. She knew Abraham, with his bullheaded ways would want her to continue the mission of getting Maggie to Hilltop. She also knew there was no place she wanted or needed to be more than protecting her friend. Sasha was unwavering as she looked at Maggie. “I’m not giving you a choice.” Reluctantly, Maggie nodded her agreement. Sasha, Rosita, and Aaron tearfully moved to begin the process of moving Abraham’s body to the truck left behind by the saviors.

“I’m taking him with me. That’s what I’m gonna do.” Maggie breathed sharply, as she leaned down over Glenn’s body with the intent to carry him. “I need to do this. Please.”

“We need to help you.” Daryl’s gravelly voice broke as he joined Maggie, placing a comforting hand on her arm.

“I got it.” Carl said, coming to Maggie’s other side. Though Negan had taken so much from this family of friends, he could not take the love they had for one another.

“No….no.” Maggie fought, wanting to shoulder this burden alone.

“Please let us.” Rick begged. “He’s our family, too.”

With that, the dam holding Maggie’s sorrow broke as she collapsed into Daryl’s waiting embrace. Rick, Carl, and Michonne carefully lifted Glenn’s corpse and carried him to the truck.

“I’m so sorry, Maggie.” Daryl wept into her shoulder. “I’m so sorry. This was my fault. It should have been me! If I hadn’t been so damn stupid….” He trailed off, unable to finish his thoughts through his despair. They held each other for a few moments, both silently thinking about what was, what might have been and what would never be. Rick, Michonne, Carl, Aaron, Sasha and Rosita returned, encircling their two friends.

Maggie released herself from Daryl’s grasp and looked him squarely in the eye. “We don’t get to feel sorry for ourselves right now. Right now we have to do something.” She gazed intently at the faces of her family staring back at her. “Sasha, Daryl, and I have to get to Hilltop. We’re going to take Abraham and Glenn with us. You all need to get back to Alexandria and prepare the others.” She looked back at Daryl, lovingly placing her hand on his cheek. “You need medical attention for that bullet wound. Then we can go back to Alexandria and get ready to fight together. We can’t save Glenn or Abraham. But we can still save Belle. I’m hoping we can still save my baby. And we can still save each other.”

Daryl’s eyes shifted downward as his shoulders heaved with sobs. “Belle….She was….I…I thought we had time! I wasn’t able to save her! I let her down!” His face was awash with anguish as he furiously wiped away at the dampness in his eyes. “She’s my family…..I never told her I…”

“Love her.” Maggie completed his sentence for him, emphasizing the present tense of the word. “She knows, Daryl. She already knows.”

* * * * * *

“Do ya think she’s gonna wake up soon?!” I heard a small voice whisper loudly. “She’s been asleep forever!” Am I dreaming? Who do these voices belong to?

“Now, Chip,” sang a motherly voice. “Be patient! The poor thing has had a rough go of it, love. Negan wants us to keep an eye on her and make sure she’s alright.”

Hearing his name made my eyes fly open, suddenly realizing I was not dreaming. I remembered exactly where I was and how I got there. Panic began to set in as my body jolted upright.

“HI!” The tiny voice I had heard was right in front of me in the form of a red headed young boy with wild, red hair. His freckles stretched to his ears as he grinned at me. “You were asleep foreeeeever! Are you alright? Mr. Negan sent us to be sure you were alright? So are ya?”

I wiped my eyes and couldn’t help but to smile at the adorable little boy.

“Chip!” I looked up to see a pretty woman with long, curly auburn hair, streaked with white and her face covered in the same freckles as the boy. “This isn’t an interrogation, son!”

“What’s an intarnation, mama?” He looked up at his mom with wide, confused eyes and a laugh escaped my lips.

“Interrogation, Chip! Please excuse him, love.” The woman said sweetly, sitting down at the foot of the bed. “He can’t seem to find his manners. I’m Mrs. Potts and this is my boy Chip. And you’re Belle, right?” I nodded my reply. “I know you need your rest, but Negan wanted us to come make sure you were alright after…..well, everything.”

“Or just make sure I hadn’t tried to run away yet.” I retorted. “I hardly doubt he sent you out of the goodness of his heart.”

“I can certainly see why you’d think that, hon.” Mrs. Potts gave me a sad smile. “He’s not exactly the best with first impressions, is he? But he was actually quite concerned about your well being and wanted me to see about you.” There was a soft knock on the already cracked door. “Come on in, Arat! She’s up!”

A beautiful young woman with curly jet black hair that faded to blonde entered the room quietly. She was carrying a basket and kicked the door closed behind her. “I’ve brought you some fresh clothes and a few toiletry items. I guessed we were close to the same size, so I hope these fit.” She placed the basket on the dinette table and scooped Chip up in a hug. “I’m Arat, by the way. If I can help you get settled in or if you need anything, let me know.”

“We thought you would want to get cleaned up and have something to eat, perhaps?” Mrs. Potts supposed, patting my knee.

“I’m really not very hungry.” I replied.

“Love, you need to eat. You’ve got to keep your strength up.” Mrs. Potts insisted. “And I happen to have it on good authority that The Sanctuary has the best head chef this side of the Potomac!”

“My mama is a real good cook!” Chip piped up. “She makes the best corn casserole! And sometimes she even makes cookies!”

Mrs. Potts chuckled, her kind eyes glowing as she looked at me. “What do you say, love? How about we get you cleaned up and get you some of my famous corn casserole?”

“Well, who am I to turn down famous corn casserole?” I returned with a small smile, comforted by the friendly presence of these people.

“Now that’s the spirit, hon!” Mrs. Potts exclaimed. “But first, I will have Arat show you to the showers. Chip and I are going to head back down to the kitchen and check on supper!”

“But Moooooom!” Chip whined. “I don’t wanna go to the kitchen! It’s boring in there!”

Mrs. Potts moved swiftly to the door, extending her hand down to her pouting boy. “Come along now, Chip!” He reluctantly joined her and I could hear his footsteps echo as he ran down the hall.

Arat picked up the basket she had brought in earlier, then reached a hand out to me to help me up. “Let’s go!”

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The many flavours of Hannibal’s kills

Hannibal Classic

Hannibal’s classic MO is to mutilate his victim while still alive, to kill them, eat part of them, then display their body in an artistic tableau.  Examples of this are Jeremy Olmstead (the wound man), and presumably the couple posed as Botticelli’s Primavera.  The precise manner of the mutilation, the killing or the tableau may serve an additional purpose.  For example, Hannibal killed Dr. Nahn in the same way that Abel Gideon was killing his former psychiatrists – with the additional cannibalistic twist – as a way of reclaiming his identity as the Chesapeake Ripper from Gideon.

The victim’s death may serve the purpose of sending a message, and that may even be what prompts a particular murder.  But, at the same time, it doesn’t affect Hannibal’s basic MO.  He enjoys the power he feels mutilating and killing his victims.  He enjoys dining on their flesh.  And then he uses their body to create a work of art or to send a message.  Using their death for a more practical purpose (usually to send a message to Will, or to the FBI in general) adds a garnish to his enjoyment of committing the murder.

But there’s more to Hannibal’s violence than that Chesapeake Ripper persona.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Puffletruffle! You got any head canons for how the EPF agents were caught? I personally believe the Director/ AA realised how close Herbert was to finding out (Agent) Ace's identity and so let themselves be found to detract from them while Ace saved the island .The after effects of being put under would also be up for debate, beside freezing... they all need cuddles and blankets.

Ello, Anon! I don’t know how long this ask has been sitting here but sorry I didn’t see your ask sooner! <3 I haven’t been able to check up on this poor blog as much as I’ve been needing too, busyness is a cruel monster.

In reply to your headcanon about Miss Director, I really love it! (although in all honesty I love all Club Penguin theories/headcanons that people send me) But I think this was well thought out and makes a lot of sense. She wouldn’t be as easy to capture if that wasn’t the case and do absolutely anything to protect her island and agents and I wouldn’t put it past her at all to do that. Not to mention the way her frozen self is standing with the utmost dignity and leadership, even if it’s hard for her she looks like she knows exactly what’s happening and what she’s doing.

I’d like to thank you for asking about my headcanons/theories about how they got captured because I could talk about theories for their more serious parties like these for hours (but to save you time I will just try to answer your question lol). 


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Professor Scamander and the Horned Serpent – Chapter 1

Newt Scamander has agreed to teach briefly at Ilvermorny, following the school’s decision to allow him to lecture the students about magical creatures as an elective class. Here he meets a girl in her final year, who belongs to the scholarly house of Horned Serpent. She drives Newt crazy, and the two get into a lot of mischief behind the backs of both the students and staff.

Pairing: Next Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1268

Warnings: Large age gap between characters (Newt is around 30, reader is 18), smut to come in future chapters. ;^)

A/n: I’m sorry but I couldn’t help it. I just needed to write a sinful teacher x student series for Newt. Pls forgive me.

You were trembling, your small hands gripping at the sides of your new stiff navy and cranberry coloured uniform. Coming from a family that wasn’t the wealthiest, your mother had ordered your uniforms 2 sizes too big for you, claiming that you would “grow into them”. You watched on curiously as the next student got up to stand in the magic circle, surrounded by four statues. As the young boy stood in the middle, the golden rings around the elevated ground glowed brightly as the creatures decided whether they wanted the boy for their house. Shortly, the Pukwudgie statue on the eastern side of the circle lit up, signalling that the boy would now belong to that proud house.

“(Y/n) (y/l/n).” You jumped as your name was called, slowly making your way through the crowd to the front. “Your turn sweetie.” The Headmistress placed a comforting hand on your back, leading you towards the altar-like space. You took a deep breath as you ceased all movement, feeling the statues of the house’s respective creatures stare into your soul. A grand light burst from the Thunderbird statue, but at the same time an even more remarkable brightness shone from the eyes of the Horned Serpent. It was not a peculiar instance for more than one house to offer its place to a student, but you had never imagined you would be one of the lucky few who got to choose their house. You pondered for a moment, wondering which you valued more; adventure or knowledge. You pursued both enthusiastically, but you had to consider which house your skills would be most valuable to. You turned to the Horned Serpent, realising that your grand abilities in your academic work were much more attuned and at hand.

Besides, you could still be a great scholar and adventurer, right?


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The heart communication - how-to

Many people ask online - ‘How can I communicate with my TF using the heart?’ People want a technique, not a theory. It’s been a puzzle to solve for me as well until I thought about TF dependencies, then experimented, then got a proof it truly works. Here’s my method of a communication which goes beyond texting, calling, talking in person & telepathy. It’s very useful when he/she doesn’t want to or cannot talk to you and works well only between true Twin Flames.

First, a picture I drew to illustrate the technique, which is very simple:

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A Girl worth Fighting For

A/N: Sorry for the lame title, I couldn’t think of anything really. I’m trying my hand at writing and I have been itching to write that mulan kakasaku fic. I wasn’t quite sure where to start- this isn’t the first chapter just a long drabble to give an idea of what it would be about. I changed a few things in the canon storyline, mainly the ages of when they fought the war- mainly bc I couldn’t write something with kakashi and sakura having feelings for each other when she was still 16 or something. Anyways, I hope you enjoy- if i continue to write this fic, then it’ll be slow-burn. Also- i don’t see the read more button??? How do you do that?

Kakashi had kept himself busy. Days were filled with mission after mission, not that he minded. He hadn’t continued teaching since the lone team he had passed. He had only really taught them for a year and a half-Naruto and Sakura finding guidance elsewhere after Sasuke left. There was still a part of him that felt that he could have prevented what happened with Sasuke, a feeling he shared with Sakura. He wished he could accept his own reassurance that he had given her that day-that nothing could have stopped Sasuke from leaving. But he always wondered if there was. He had focused his attention on him, seeing his own demons in the boy. It was selfish of him, he had thought that if he could salvage him, it would somehow atone for his own sins. He didn’t want Sasuke to make the same mistakes. Yet, he had. He only wished that Sasuke would come to his senses before he caused his own destruction.

He was glad that Naruto had turned out better than Sasuke had. Though he couldn’t say it was thanks to himself. Looking back, he regretted not paying enough attention to him. Though between Sakura and Sasuke, it was hard to focus on much else. Even then, he only paid more attention to the girl in order to keep her from ending up executed for treason. It had been a stressful endeavor. He had underestimated her stubbornness. Though a part of him wanted her to succeed. He was faintly reminded of Rin or Minato-sensei’s wife when he looked at her. She had guts and he couldn’t help but respect that.

When he had received news from Naruto that Sakura was set to return, his feet had led him to the gates of Konoha. Sakura had said she received an apprenticeship from a shinobi in the rural and unknown parts of fire country. As he found out later from Jiraiya, it had actually been Tsunade, the only other female he had ever seen practice ninjutsu. Five years had passed since then. His mind often wandered to thoughts of her when he encountered Naruto or found himself at the bridge where their team used to meet.

It was to no surprise to him that a blonde head was waiting eagerly at the gate post that afternoon, his eyes trained on the entrance. Kakashi sidled up to him silently, following his gaze.

“Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto exclaimed. “Geez, you didn’t have to sneak up on me you know.” He said rubbing at his neck. “Are you waiting for Sakuya too?“

Kakashi merely shrugged. “I just happened to pass by.” He said nonchalantly. “Is he coming today?“

"Huh? I thought I told you he was.” Naruto scratched his head. “Pfft. I can’t wait to show him how much stronger I’ve gotten.“ Kakashi held his copy of Icha Icha in his hand, nodding.

"Sakuya!” He heard the blonde shout, waving his arms wildly, as an unmistakable pink head walked towards them.

She still hadn’t dyed her hair as he had advised her to those years ago. He smirked beneath his mask. Sakura looked up at them and smiled. She looked the same yet different, Kakashi mused. Her warm smile hadn’t changed and he couldn’t help but feel his own lips tugging upward at the sight. Though he had antagonized her at first, fearing her compassion and emotional nature held no place in the world of Shinobi, he hoped that she never lost those traces of innocence that were so easy to lose in their profession. He was amazed that the warmth in her smile didn’t diminish despite what she had seen and experienced the last few years.

“Naruto!” She exclaimed.Kakashi grimaced at how distinctively feminine it sounded as she sprinted towards them. Naruto didn’t seem to notice.

Her pink hair was still cropped boyishly short, though Kakashi wondered if that helped at all. Upon closer inspection, Kakashi concluded that she had went through obvious physical changes. Even with her red, baggy shirt and black pants, he could see her shapely hips and legs. She was a good number of inches shorter than Naruto and at least a foot shorter than himself. Her long eyelashes, plump lips, and the absence of any shadow of facial hair did nothing to help matters. Kakashi grimaced. Only an idiot would look at her and miss the obvious signs that she was a female.

“Sakuya you look even girlier than before.” Naruto snickered. Sakura frowned, blushing. The look of discomfort that flashed briefly in her eyes made Kakashi shake his head.

“Yeah, well, I can still kick your ass.” She snapped, making her voice sound gruffer and lower than before.

Naruto howled. “Alright, it’s on! I’ve been training too, believe it!”

Sakura grinned. Physically being the weakest link in their genin days, a huge part of her couldn’t wait to hand his ass to him if only to show how much she had changed. Her jade eyes flickered over to his and if possible her smile widened even further.

“Kakashi-sensei.” He acknowledged her with a crease of his eye and a ruffle of her pink hair. It was soft under his touch as she protested against it.

“Sensei, don’t you think I’m too old for that.” She frowned, fixing her hair.

“Sorry Sakuya-kun, I just missed my favorite student.” He creased his eye again. She raised her brow, obviously not believing his statement.

“You must be starving Sakuya!” Naruto interrupted. “Let’s go grab some ramen!“ He said, crossing his arms behind his head. Sakura couldn’t disagree with that, having travelled for the past few days with only soldier pills and the few packed meals from Tsunade.

She nodded. "Sounds good.” She could stop by the flower shop afterwards to see Ino. They had kept in touch through letters but she was still eager to see her best friend after so long.

“Sakuya-san!” A familiar voice shouted. She sweatdropped. “Lee.” She replied weakly. He hadn’t changed at all, still clad in his green jumpsuit. Though to her displeasure, even he slightly towered over her. In an instant, he kneeled before her, thrusting a fresh bouquet of flowers at her.

“I have missed you Sakuya-san! Konoha has not been the same since your youthfulness has left it.” Lee monologued brazenly. “Even my youthfulness had diminished due to your absence. Though I will suffer no longer since you have returned! It seems that it really is true that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Please! Accept these blossoms, though they could never match your beauty, as a symbol of my undying love and admiration!“

Sakura couldn’t stop the blush from forming on her cheeks at his declaration. When she had first met him, Lee had said something similar but seemed to back off once he found out that she was a "male”. Lee couldn’t possibly have found out could he have?

“Hey bushy brows, how many times do I have to tell you that Sakuya is a guy!” Naruto shouted, a feeling of irritation welling in him at his romantic gesture.

“I am aware of this, Naruto-kun.” Kakashi and Sakura visibly sighed in relief. “Even so! I will not be swayed from my affections!“

Naruto looked at him incredulously then frowned, crossing his arms. "Come on Sakuya.” He grabbed her arm. “Let’s get away from this weirdo.”

“Naruto.” She rebuked, smacking his arm at his insult.

“What?!” He asked, rubbing at the now sore spot. She turned to Lee who had now stood up, looking nervously at her. The flowers were pretty and she had never been given flowers to by a guy before. She accepted them without even thinking too much about it, admiring the differing colors in them.

“Thanks Lee.” She said, seeing his face light up.

“Sakuya!” Naruto choked. “Don’t tell me that you’re actually into guys too!“ Sakura glared at the blonde, holding the bouquet in her hands.

"I’m not the one who kissed Sasuke.” Naruto went silent at her retort, grimacing. “Besides, I’ll just give them to Ino or something.“ She lied.

"Oh right. Your girlfriend.” Naruto said with a pensive look, his brows furrowed. Why did that thought bother him so much?

“Thanks Lee.” Lee was still happy that she had even accepted the flowers. “I will see you soon, my youthful blossom!” He saluted as they left for Ichiraku.


“What took you so long there?” Naruto asked with a mouthful of ramen.

“I had a lot to learn, Naruto.” It wasn’t a lie. “The villages we stayed at were short on medic-nin too. In fact, if it wasn’t for the war, I would’ve stayed and learned some more from Tsuneo-Shishou.”

He nodded, slurping his noodles. “Hey, how come I’ve never seen this guy anyways? Ero-sennin says he knows him but how come he never comes to Konoha?”

“Well, he’s pretty busy.” She lied smoothly. “But he’s amazing. I’m thankful that he took me on as an apprentice.” Her voice was filled with admiration.

“Yes, I have heard a lot about your mentor’s skills in medical ninjutsu and chakra techniques.” Kakashi mentioned.

Sakura looked at him nervously, wondering just what he had heard about her technically made up teacher.

“From Jiraiya of course.” Kakashi added with a crease of his eye.

“Right.” Sakura agreed. “How is it anyways- the war? I heard a few things but it’s hard to tell when all you have is rumors to go by.”

Kakashi looked up from his book at her question. “Jiraiya is sending us out soon. The Akatsuki have been quiet-though there are only a few left-”

“Yeah! We fought them, Sakuya. You should’ve been there! I kicked their asses!” Naruto shouted excitedly.

Kakashi glanced at him in exasperation before turning back to look at her. “I heard that you took one down as well-Sasori.“ He gave her an eye crease that denoted the closest thing to praise for someone like Kakashi.

"Ah yes. I did have help.” She said, feeling bashful yet elated just by the look of pride in his eyes.

“What? How come you didn’t tell me this sensei!” Naruto wailed.

“Anyways,” Kakashi ignored him, "You’ve probably heard about the alliance Konoha has formed with the other villages.”

Sakura nodded. “How soon are we going to be stationed?“ She asked.

"Most likely tomorrow.” Kakashi replied. “You came just at the right time.” He said grimly. Though he was glad she was back, he had hoped that she wouldn’t have to fight in the war. He knew how deadly it was, how dangerous, and though he had faith in her abilities, he didn’t want to risk losing yet another teammate. He truly believed in her capabilities but he would be lying if he said the fact that she was a girl didn’t make him more wary. But Konoha needed her, especially with her skills in medical ninjutsu. Jiraiya had told him that she had garnered the strength and control that matched and even surpassed that of her mentor’s-according to Tsunade. He didn’t doubt it with her stubborn determination.

Sakura absorbed this information in. She was more than ready to fight. As she thought about what Kakashi had told her, a question remained in her mind, stuck in her throat.


She knew he was still roaming between villages and she had heard about their encounter with him when he tried to kill them. When Tsunade had told her of it, she couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face, wondering if the Sasuke she had known even existed anymore or if darkness had completely swallowed him. She wondered if he had completed his mission of revenge. The last time she had seen him was an accident. A year ago, she had been sent to heal a few injured nin from the village they were staying at. When she had come across him, he wasn’t alone and all she could do was utter his name as their eyes met. As much as she wanted to bring him back to Konoha, she had to tend to the injured Kumo nin. And she knew nothing could persuade him if Itachi was still breathing. If she brought him up now, she didn’t know if she could keep herself from telling them about her encounter. They would surely be disappointed that she did nothing to bring him back, especially Naruto.

Kakashi glanced at her thoughtful expression, wondering to himself why she hadn’t asked about Sasuke though he was certain Tsunade had told them about his and Naruto’s battle with him. He was well aware of her feelings for the boy during their genin days though Sakura always passed it off as admiration and care for a teammate. To be fair, Naruto’s own obsession with bringing Sasuke back was bordering on suspicious as well-which fortunately made others less aware of her affections.

For her sake, he wished that Sakura’s feelings had changed. He saw the effect of Sasuke’s defection on Naruto and he didn’t want to see the same despair on her face when she saw just how far the Uchiha had spiraled down into the depths of his insanity.


“Forehead!” Sakura grinned widely as the blonde girl ran and tackled her into a hug. The flower shop seemed to remain the same and she noticed a bouquet similar to the one Lee had given her.

“Pig.” She hugged the girl back.

“You guys sure have weird pet names for each other.” Naruto stated as he watched the two embrace.

Naruto frowned. Sakuya’s girlfriend. It was a wonder they were still together considering how long Sakuya had been gone. It was weird seeing them together. Ino was pretty and blonde, yeah, but she was also really loud. Sakuya always hated it when he was loud. I mean, her blonde hair wasn’t even as nice and yellow as his was. His sexy-no-jutsu would have been a better candidate-he concluded. But that would be weird. Because even if he transformed into a girl, they were still technically both guys. It would be weird. He shook his head. Also he would never be the girl in the relationship! If anything, it would be Sakuya who would be wearing the dresses. An image of Sakuya in one flashed in his mind, causing him to blush.

Kakashi placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling bad for the confused boy, seeing the look of jealousy in his eyes. “Come on Naruto.” Kakashi interrupted his thoughts. “We have to pack.”

“Right.” Naruto agreed. “See you later Sakuya.” He waved.

“Bye!” She waved back before turning to Ino.

“He hates me.” She said.

“How would you possibly know that?” Sakura inquired.

“Oh come on forehead, it’s pretty obvious to anyone that Naruto’s a little gay for you.” She teased.

“But he thinks I’m a guy.” She asked confused.

“He did steal Sasuke-kun’s first kiss.” Ino frowned at the thought. Sakura snorted at the memory. She and Ino had made a bet when they were younger on who would be Sasuke’s first kiss only to have lost to Naruto of all people.

“So how are you?” Ino asked. “I’m fine.” She replied. “We’re going to be stationed tomorrow though.”

“I heard.” Ino said solemnly, her own father being sent out as well. The blonde sighed. “This sucks, forehead! You just got back and you can’t even relax for a while. I was hoping that we could go bar hopping and scope out some guys or go shopping or something.“ She sulked. "You’re no fun.”

“Even if I could stay, I highly doubt I could do any of the things you just described. I’m still "Sakuya” here.“ Whenever she talked to Ino, she always wished she could do normal girl things. She missed going shopping and talking about guys. Even her long hair was sacrificed for the sake of being a ninja.

"Why don’t you just come out as gay instead of using me as your beard?” Ino suggested. “I mean Lee’s out.”

“I already have pink hair, I don’t think being into guys is going to help my case as a guy.” Sakura argued.

“Yeah but you’re around hot guys all the time. And you’re the closest thing to a girl in their eyes. Think of all the fun you could have.” Ino urged. “Especially with your sensei.”

“Ugh, Ino!” She grimaced, blushing.

“What? He’s hot.” Ino shrugged.

Was he hot? Sakura briefly pondered. She had only ever had eyes for Sasuke when they were younger. When she had met Kakashi, she was only 12 and he had looked old with his gray hair. Now she was 18 going on 19 and he didn’t look that much older than her anymore. He didn’t look as if he had even aged since she last saw him. But how could she even tell when she hadn’t seen his face yet.

“How would you even know if he’s hot?”

“Well, I heard from someone that-” Sakura rolled her eyes at her friend. Of course it was a rumor she heard.

“Hey!” Ino exclaimed.

“It could be true! Besides, he’s pretty muscular.” Sakura shrugged. “I guess.” It was hard to tell under his bulky jounin vest.

“I mean even if he wasn’t hot under that mask, you gotta admit he’s still better than Sasuke.” Sakura frowned, making Ino regret her words.

“Don’t compare Kakashi-sensei to him.” She snapped. “Kakashi would never betray Konoha. He’s annoyingly late and lazy and a bit of a hard-ass but he’s dependable and kind. Loyal-like a dog.” It was fitting that his summons were dogs after all. “Sasuke…I don’t even know if he exists anymore.” She looked down, clenching her fists as she remembered the cold look in his eyes the last time they met. Her feelings for Sasuke were confusing. The love she held for the boy she knew was still there but she wasn’t even sure if that boy was still there underneath his hatred. It had taken her years to accept that possibility.

Ino stared at her blankly, silent for a while. “Are you sure you don’t have a crush on Kakashi?”

Sakura frowned. “No. I haven’t even had the time to think about that kind of stuff. Kakashi sensei’s just a good person who doesn’t deserve to be reduced to whatever fantasy you have of him.”

“Right.” Ino agreed sarcastically, earning another eye roll from Sakura.

There was nothing wrong with admiring a great shinobi like Kakashi. It didn’t always have to mean she liked him or anything.

Ino sighed. “Fine, it doesn’t have to be Kakashi. As long as he’s cute.” She winked. “You better come back here in one piece-and your virginity in pieces.” She smirked.

“Ino.” Sakura groaned.

“Hey, I may be your girlfriend, "Ino waved her hands. “But I’m not helping you with that.”

“Like I’d want you to.” Sakura scrunched her face at the thought.

“Whatever, you’d be lucky to have me.” Ino said with a hand on her hip. “Anyways, come back soon so we can do all those things I talked about.”

“Fine, pig.” Sakura said, giving the girl a hug.

“Be safe.” Ino said seriously this time, trying hard not to let her eyes water.

Things Kishi Could Potentially Learn From

So I feel that if Kishi looks back at his manga, The Last, and the novels with hindsight, he can make several adjustments to his story preferences in order to improve their quality, in preparation for Part 3 and Boruto the Movie. These are obviously just my suggestions, but I think that if Kishi incorporated them into his works, they could appeal to a few more people. For instance:

  • Put less emphasis on the main characters.

One of the biggest gripes I had with the main plot was that Kishi focused far too much on Naruto and Sasuke and powering only them up, to the point where only a handful of ninjas in history were on the same level. This is also the main reason why the Sasuke Retrieval Arc was my favourite arc in the whole story. Because not only was it the final time where the other rookie ninjas were portrayed as being on par with Naruto and Sasuke, but also because every single one of them got their moments of greatness (including the Sand siblings) due to the awesome fights that took place, beginning with Choji’s fight with Jirobo, all the way to Naruto and Sasuke’s fight at the Valley of the End. They all had their moments in the spotlight.

However, judging by the fact that all the spoilers concerning Part 3/Boruto the Movie have focused around Boruto and Sarada, maybe Kishi will do the same thing again; make the world revolve around those two and not give enough attention to those truly deserving of it. It’s still relatively early days though so we’ll see. But characters like Mirai for example. She was my joint favourite in the new generation. I loved her design and she seemed to be a Chuunin already judging by the flak jacket. She gave the impression that she could really kick some ass. And speaking of girls kicking ass…

  • Let the females actually properly defeat their opponents, by themselves. Fuck the damsel in distress trope.

Something I feel as though the Novels have done really well so far is the fact that the girls seem to kick a lot of ass in a much smaller time frame. Temari and Ino were very impressive in Shikamaru Hiden, especially when trying to save Shikamaru and Sai respectively. And as we know, Sakura certainly didn’t need any saving in Sakura Hiden. They all managed to kick ass without taking anything away from the guys they were helping/saving. Sakura was a victim of the damsel in distress trope in Part 1, which is why I’m so glad she found her feet in Part 2 and this was no longer the case. In fact, the trope seemed to almost vanish completely in Part 2, but then came Hinata in The Last… and goodness gracious. That’s all I’ll say about that. Kishi may not have written that script but he approved it. So hopefully now he’ll be more inclined to illustrate them kicking more ass in actual combat, and not just being useful from the sidelines by being medics, or sensory ninjas for example.

I heard some people speculating that maybe in the Boruto movie, Orochimaru opts to kidnap Sarada, so Boruto, Naruto and Sasuke go to save her. I can only hope that doesn’t happen. Sarada is an Uchiha, and that name is synonymous with badassery XD.

  • Make sure that this DOESN'T happen.  

That, or ANY romantic pairing between the new generation for that matter. If you wanna include romance, show it between the couples who were canonized in the manga. Show the SasuSaku, ShikaTema, NaruHina, SaiIno and ChojiKarui moments, and show them bonding with their children. Kishi has stated he’s not comfortable with writing romance so why continue writing out of your comfort zone? If he’s adamant about it then he should reserve the romance for the canon couples, (and please for the love of god give SasuSaku some much needed service/interaction!). I think it’d be much better if he kept the relations between the kids strictly platonic. I mean, I’d love to see Himawari looking up to Sarada. I’d love to see some bro moments between Boruto and Shikadai. I’d also love to see some more Team 7 interaction etc. 

I’m a huge fan of all the canon couples and would love to see more romance between them. Not the kids though, definitely not the kids.

  • Don’t make Sarada all about the Sharingan.

In my opinion, in the manga, the Sharingan had far more development than any actual character, and that speaks volumes. It was a simple copying doujutsu when it was first introduced, whereas by the end, it was a supremely dangerous and powerful weapon of mass destruction. Eventually, pretty much all of Sasuke’s techniques were linked to the Sharingan in some way (this includes the standard chidori). He even stopped using the signature Uchiha fire release (Katon), and traded it for his own blaze release (Enton) once he acquired the Mangekyo and was able to mold the black Amaterasu flames.

I’ve seen people wish that Sarada unlocks her own Mangekyo somehow, but honestly I just want her to unlock the regular 3 tomoe Sharingan and that’s it. I’d rather have her learn a variety of ninjutsu techniques, and not focus on doujutsus which will cost her her sight in the long run.   

  • Give the kids identities of their own.

The similarities between some some of the children to their parents, in both looks and personality, are ridiculous. Especially Boruto/Naruto, Himawari/Hinata, Shikadai/Shikamaru, and Inojin who is an awkward mix of Ino and Sai looks-wise. Hopefully Boruto won’t just leech techniques off of his dad. I don’t really wanna see him spam different versions of the rasengan or do constant shadow clone techniques. Give Hinata and Boruto some quality time together and remind him that he’s every bit of a Hyuuga as he is an Uzumaki. I don’t wanna see any jutsu favoritism.  

Same for Shikadai. The guy is basically Shikamaru with Temari’s eyes. Literally everything about him, from looks to personality, screams mini Shikamaru. I hope to see some of Temari’s firm personality in him, and maybe even give the Nara clan a much needed boost in the diversity of the ninjutsu they use. What I’d give to see Shikadai perhaps break free from the Nara shadow binding techniques, and maybe learning a few jutsu from the Hidden Sand Village, courtesy of his mom. 

Kishi got it right with a few of the children though. I see both Sakura (Shanaroo!) and Sasuke (dat smirk) in Sarada, and she doesn’t look or act like a carbon copy of either of her parents. The same can be said for Chocho who definitely inherited Karui’s “I don’t give a fuck” personality, and Mirai who’s just awesomesauce in so many ways.

If Kishi takes these examples into consideration, I and hopefully many others would have less to complain about. 

Think about it Kishi… :P

Sometimes I feel like theme makers have no rights.

Why? Let’s see, theme makers generally have to:

  • answer things in their inbox politely on a regular basis
  • fix bugs on their coding as soon as possible
  • post codes on a regular basis (before people start going into the inbox and demand that they do so)
  • do all of this, as well as juggling whatever commitments they have in real life, such as studying, or having a job, or actually having a life.

In addition, here is a general process that goes behind making a theme:

  1. Plan the theme. Draw inspiration from various places, make sure you’re original enough, or just whack it and sketch something out.
  2. Open the tumblr customiser, and start translating the idea into code.
  3. Fuck something up, then spend ages trying to fix it, only to then break something else and end up having to fix that, too.
  4. Debug the code and add your credits, trying to make sure that people can’t delete them too easily.
  5. Code meta options into the theme and painstakingly design a colour scheme that works, while making sure that your booleans are all properly coded, that your colour options all work, and that common add-ons (music player, updates tab, freehostedscripts, etc) don’t fuck up when you install them.
  6. Make previews. Find appropriate posts of each post type to reblog, look for suitable header/sidebar/background images, photoshop accordingly if needed, test dimensions.
  7. Write feature lists and options, customisation notes, theme documentation, etc.
  8. Post the theme, ensure that your screenshot shows off the best parts of the theme, tag it appropriately, submit it to relevant places, etc.

And yet, many theme makers also have to:

  • deal with things like people removing the credit and other people stealing their coding
  • deal with customisation questions that they don’t want to respond to, or questions about things that have been asked over and over again and are written on the FAQ
  • deal with rude people demanding that their answer their message and/or fix their bug right now, at once, immediately
  • deal with even ruder people telling them off for being rude when the question was on their FAQ or in the theme documentation
  • deal with people demanding that they re-publish ______ theme that has already been revamped/deleted

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False Hearts (Laura Lam)

I finished False Hearts a couple of hours ago but had to give myself some time to marinade  because, you know, incoherent screaming doesn’t make a very good book review.

I reviewed the preview of ‘False Hearts’ by Laura Lam ( @lauraroselam) a couple of days ago, basically concluding that, dear lord, I wanted to read the rest of this book and fast. Thanks to Pan Macmillan and Netgalley I was able to get a full copy to review and I’m sure the question you want to know the answer to is 'was it as good as you thought it was going to be?’


Oh, yes…

To put this in perspective, when I’m writing a review I tend to make two lists, one of parts I liked, one of elements I didn’t like, but I really struggled to find things to put in the second column. It felt disingenuous to try and find something wrong with this book so, you know what, I accepted that I just honestly loved it. 

So what’s the 'basic’ premise?

Raised in the closed cult of Mana’s Hearth and denied access to modern technology, conjoined sisters Taema and Tila dream of a life beyond the walls of the compound. When the heart they share begins to fail, the twins escape to San Francisco, where they are surgically separated and given new artificial hearts. From then on they pursue lives beyond anything they could have previously imagined.

Ten years later, Tila returns one night to the twins’ home in the city, terrified and covered in blood, just before the police arrive and arrest her for murder–the first homicide by a civilian in decades. Tila is suspected of involvement with the Ratel, a powerful crime syndicate that deals in the flow of Zeal, a drug that allows violent minds to enact their darkest desires in a terrifying dreamscape. Taema is given a proposition: go undercover as her sister and perhaps save her twin’s life. But during her investigation Taema discovers disturbing links between the twins’ past and their present. Once unable to keep anything from each other, the sisters now discover the true cost of secrets.


The world building is just so good. A corporate owned San Francisco, devoid of crime, running on pure green energy, every citizen augmented. Use of psychoactive technology means every violent or abhorrent thought or fantasy is exorcised through dreams. You see the world through the eyes of the twins who spent their childhood in a woodland cult, deprived of access to the implants and technology that people view as standard. You view this world with the same mild bewilderment that the sisters are feeling, as an outsider. 

We have Tila, the adventurer, the twin who always wants to forge ahead, and Taema, the twin who you almost feel started life in Tila’s shadow. The events of the book mean these roles have to swap, we see a Taema who, initially, seems woefully out of her depth, a Tila with the situation ripped from her hands. There’s this wonderful juxtaposition of forward fighting Tila forced to look backwards and the more retiring Taema having to take the plunge into the future for them both.

I fell in love with the tech in this world. I have an intercalated degree in Neuroscience so the concept of Zeal, a psychoactive dream altering agent, sucked me right in. Between the blurred identity of separated conjoined twins and the personality muddling effects of Zeal, you get a feeling that this is a book which focuses a lot on 'self’. Indeed, Taema, taking on Tila’s identity often wonders whether people like her more as Tila than as herself.

That point takes me onto the sinister cult of Mana’s Hearth. A cult raising people to be part of a lucid dreaming hive mind whole, united in fear of outsiders and nervous devotion to their leader Mana-ma. Mana-ma is a distant villain throughout the book, constantly in the back of the twin’s minds, warping their identity, making them doubt themselves and their independence.

Enter Nazarin, the undercover cop (and love interest). Now, Nazarin could very easily have slipped into a cliché but he never did. He’s not overly brooding or weirdly protective of Taema, you feel he respects her and her ability to make her own decisions. He is the quiet reassurance that Taema, raised to doubt herself, has always needed. I could probably write an essay on Nazarin but I really want you to experience him for yourself because the segments between Taema and him are some of my favourite in the book.

(Also, I feel I need to say that it seems as if bisexuality is the base state in this book and it’s great, it’s great not to read another book where characters get morally offended at getting hit on by the same sex. This was A+.)

This book never felt as if it was dragging, which is a miracle, because I don’t know a book where there isn’t at least one section that I feel could be cut. It runs to a very smooth, well paced end, that, without spoiling anything, I will say was very satisfying ;)

As a final flourish I want to talk about the feel of this book. You know those beautiful aesthetic graphics that people make for books, I feel False Hearts could inspire some completely gorgeous ones. The open starry skies and towering Redwoods of Mana’s Hearth, the bay fog, glistening neon skyscrapers of San Francisco, the swirling unpredictable Zealscapes…this is a beautiful beautiful book.

I hope you all enjoy this every bit as much as I did.

habitualfacepalmer  asked:

Hello! Can I get your opinion on something? Arya and Gendry are a popular, fairly well accepted pairing. Arya is said to be a lot like Lyanna. And a lot of people (like me) feel that Gendry is more Stannis than Robert. Would this mean, looking at Arya and Gendry, that Stannis and Lyanna might have been a happier match than Lyanna and Robert? Or are Arya and Gendry more different from their aunt and uncle than people tend to think? Or are the circumstances too different to say?

Hi! I have to admit that I don’t really think about Gendry a lot, so there are probably many people out there who could give you a more thoughtful answer, but I can try! There are definitely a lot of parallels between Stannis and Gendry. Both were orphaned at a young age and forced into responsibility. Both are very serious, and very stubborn, among other things. However, I don’t think that the existence of parallels with one relative precludes parallels with another; Gendry is similar to Robert in a lot of ways

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The Consequence of Mercy

Back again I am and this time, a very special submission. This is for the amazing mun for @askmercyseries - of which if you haven’t had the opportunity to stumble upon, I highly encourage it. You will not be disappointed not only because the art can be downright breathtaking, but because the mun themselves is a very kind and encouraging person. Some of the most heartwarming posts they have are the ones they direct to the readers.

I’d been wanting to write a tale for this series since I found it and finally, an idea hit me. So for the past two days, I’ve been pouring everything I got into composing this. I hope nothing feels too rushed or there isn’t too many errors, but I figured, with the mun feeling not too well today, that it was the best time to get this out.

I just hope, with the many smiles they have helped to give me after some rough days of my own, with this I might be able to give them one as well. Stay determined, mun!

P.S. Notes at the bottom for anything non-canon to AskMercy that I had to include to tie some plot points together.

Summary: When the grand opening for Sci-Tech, the very first human-monster collaboration project, commences, Frisk finds herself an attendee. However, when the Anti-Monster faction steps in to ruin the ceremony, Frisk finds that she’ll have to think fast if she wants her family, and all of monsterkind, to stay alive.

Rating: T

Warnings: Some strong language and there are parts that get a little gory/body-horroresque

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【Joker Game DramaCD】Cigarette Code (English Translation; Tracks 1 & 2)

Hello everyone, Joker Game’s finale was really something, no?
As promised, here’re the translation for Joker Game’s first Drama CD: Cigarette Code. These are tracks 1 and 2 out of 5 (plus 1 track for the cast comment.)

If you’ve read my translation of the 1st chapter of the based-short story, Scene 1 is basically the same. I’ve improved the grammar and POV for this though so it’s better to read this instead.

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anonymous asked:

Being a black Muslim bothers me a lot because people always bring up Bilal as an excuse to treat us fairly in Islam but is he really the only one? Where are we in Islamic history? Arabs sometimes don't even like us. I just feel ostracised from Islam

I wrote this post about The Prophet’s family. I’m going to copy-and-paste it below in case you can’t open the link, but I want to preface my comments by saying that I can’t imagine how difficult it is to be a Black Muslim. I don’t like it when people cite Bilal, or as you’ll see below Osama ibn Zayd (my namesake) and others as some sort of proof that the existence of people during the time of The Prophet warrants that we treat them nicely.

The Qur’an and The Prophet commanded us to be kind and gentle to anyone who is a Muslim, they become closer than our blood simply by saying The Beautiful Shahadah.

No one has any claim to Islam by virtue of their race or nationality. That is jahl (ignorance) that is akin to the pride that the Pagan Arabs had in themselves during the times of The Prophet. It is unIslamic to think that one’s background gives them some sort of authority or benefit, when the only benefit we have is our faith and good deeds.

That is not to say that our cultures do not matter, but the moment one’s culture becomes a barrier between one’s self and another Muslim, what is the value of this?

The Prophet is reported to have said, in Ibn Majah:

“The Muslims are one hand against others, and their blood is equal.”

When we lose sight of this, we have truly forgotten one of the teachings of The Qur’an. In 30:22 The Qur’an describes our racial and cultural diversity as one of His wonders, akin to the creation of the heavens and the earth.

That being said, the reduction of Black Muslims to Bilal is a travesty, and for a few reasons. It has actually made people roll their eyes at the story of Bilal. I understand completely how annoying it is to hear people bring out Bilal after they say something racist, it’s disgusting. It just hurts that the result has meant that someone as beautiful and important as Bilal has now been reduced to some token figure, which I hate. The other reason is that it also erases the people who were part of The Prophet’s family, and so here’s my post:

Not to feed into the whole “Bilal was Black! Racism doesn’t exist!” sort of discourse, but, I’ve always been confused at a glaring omission when discussing The Prophet’s life, his adopted son, Zayd ibn Harithah.

The Prophet loved Zayd so much that people nicknamed him “Zayd al-Hubb” (Zayd who is loved) and “Hibb” (the loved one). Osama ibn Zayd, his son, was known affectionately as “Ibn Hibbih” or “son of the beloved.”

Zayd is not only the only Sahabi to be mentioned by name in The Qur'an, but The Prophet would be so happy when Zayd would return from a journey that Aisha reported this:

“Once Zayd returned to al-Madinah. The Messenger of God (pbuh) was in my room when Zayd knocked on the door. The Messenger of God (pbuh) sprang up to open the door, in nothing but a loincloth which covered him to his knees, pulling on his clothes as he went to the door. I swear by God, it was the only time I ever saw the Messenger of God standing up and walking without his clothing.“ (Abdur Rahman Al-Basha) [Variation also reported in Tirmidhi]

Zayd was Black. This wasn’t merely a friend, this wasn’t someone who hung around, this was the person who The Prophet named Zayd ibn Muhammad, adopting him formally, before The Qur'an corrected this and he returned to being named Zayd ibn Harithah.

He is known for marrying Zaynab bint Jahsh, a cousin of The Prophet, a marriage which was discussed by The Qur'an, and he (Zayd) would later marry Umm Ayman, which would yield his famous son Osama ibn Zayd.

Umm Ayman was known to be of Abyssinian (Ethiopian) origin, and had been around The Prophet his entire life, and he held her in such high regard that when asked of her, he would say:

"She is my second mother, and the last one remaining of my family’s household.” (Abdur Rahman Al-Basha)

Osama, Umm Ayman and Zayd’s son, was also dearly loved by The Prophet, he would hold his biological grandson, Hassan on his lap with Osama and remark:

“O God! Love them, as I love them.” (Bukhari)

Osama was the youngest General among the Muslims, he was given command, by The Prophet, at the age of twenty and led a force that was composed of: Abu Bakr, Umar ibn al-Khattab, Sa’d bin Abi Waqqas, Abu Ubaydah ibn al-Jarrah, among other prominent companions.

Not only did Abu Bakr react with indignation when other Sahaba objected to Osama’s position as a commander, but Osama was so well-respected that when Abu Bakr was Caliph he led Osama’s horse out, in which Osama objected, saying he (Osama) should dismount for Abu Bakr.

Abu Bakr responded swiftly: “I swear by God, I will not ride. Do you think that it would bother me to get dust on my feet by walking an hour for the sake of God?”

Osama carried out his orders and had led operations which paved the way for Muslim expansion into Syria, Egypt, and North Africa, all while riding on the same horse his father had been martyred on, where his army was noted as the Muslim force that suffered the least amount of loses and the greatest gains.

Osama was so well-respected by the other Sahaba, like his father, to the point that when Umar ibn al-Khattab, even when he was Caliph, would greet Osama by saying: “welcome to my commander!” If anyone would question why he would say this, Umar would respond, “The Messenger of God gave him command over me.”

Osama’s father Zayd was martyred while defending the banner of the Muslims with unparalleled heroism before he fell, and returned to The Prophet on the horse that Osama rode to battle as a young General.

The Prophet upon learning of Zayd’s passing went immediately to his house to inform his family. When he reached his house, Zayd’s daughter threw herself onto The Prophet, sobbing. The Prophet held her tightly, sobbing so loudly that everyone could hear him.

Sa’d ibn Ubadah asked him: “Why are you crying like this, Messenger of God?”

The Prophet answered, “It is only natural that one should weep for the death of his beloved.”

These were the people The Prophet loved, and they were not just minor people in the background, these were the people he called family, who he lived with, laughed with, bled with, and cried with. It is not a shame that we forget this, it is a tragedy, and it isn’t just about the closeness, but the significance of these personalities. Their character was unquestionable, but see and learn The Prophet’s love for them, his utter disregard for the ignorance of the Pagan Arabs who looked down on those who The Prophet loved, these were members of his family, never forget that.

I hope this helps, insha Allah.

anonymous asked:

hey! do you have any peter pettigrew headcanons?? i get that its super easy to reduce him to just a villain and obviously i despise him for betraying james and lily, but i'd love to see your thoughts on what he was like during his hogwarts years :)

  • he was the cutest, chubbiest kid in the world
  • full, round rosy cheeks
  • nose dusted with freckles
  • bright blue eyes
  • blonde hair in bowl cut
  • but he didn’t really grow out of the baby fat
  • he’s always been squat and cuddly and warm
  • he was a disappointment to his father, who left when he was young
  • to deal with the gaping hole in the household peter’s mother absolutely coddled him
  • she was the one who taught him how to bake, having fed him gorgeous treats since he was v young
  • they spend hours in the kitchen together when pete comes home from school, baking and dusting flour across each other’s noses and laughing and feeling the absence of his father ease
  • he’s a fairly soft kid?? spends a lot of time chasing butterflies, trading football cards, watching cartoons, etc
  • he’s nervous af when he goes to hogwarts, like, really nervous
  • but he sort of blindly stumbles out onto the platform, kisses his mum goodbye, palms sweaty on the handle of his suitcase
  • as soon as he gets on the train he’s hit by the sight and sound of these two, dark-haired, bright-eyed boys holding court
  • and he’s enthralled
  • bc they look just like the cartoon characters he grew up revering and he makes a beeline for them
  • at first he’s really nervous and awkward and sirius narrows his eyes at peter but james really doesn’t give af
  • bc they’re tiny and eleven and making friends
  • but then pete makes this really backhanded crack abt the chudley canons and sirius just starts laughing
  • and james’s mouth falls open and he links arms with pete
  • ‘you’re hanging out with us from now on, pettigrew’
  • james somehow rangles gangly, shy, 100% snark remus lupin into their compartment and it takes approximately 30 seconds of forced conversation before something just clicks
  • like remus is firing comments back at sirius and sirius is grinning and james is laughing and peter’s never felt so at home
  • all of them at hogwarts together is just a riot
  • peter and sirius actually get on really well?? like they’re usually together on raids and whatnot, sirius defends peter a lot, pete knows sirius’s boundaries and respects them but also knows how to make sirius laugh without getting under his skin
  • pete thinks the world of james and james thinks the world of pete
  • remus and peter are somehow the furthest apart and yet the closest together
  • they’re more like brothers, attuned to each others’ presence and more than content to just sit together than talk
  • but remus is often too quick for pete, making backhanded comments and having to explain things to him
  • in terms of the group dynamic pete is v good at diversions, at playing the victim
  • his simple spellwork is v solid
  • he’s also spends a shit-tonne of time in the kitchens
  • he’s always the one to go there for late-night supplies
  • by the time lily grows closer to their group she and pete are tight
  • like, he adores her
  • and they’re content to spend hours in the grounds making daisy chains or helping each other out in herbology or screaming their lungs out in the quidditch stands
  • he teaches her how to bake
  • they go to the kitchens and the house elves clear a little space on one of the benches and they bake cupcakes together pete lets her decorate them
  • he also gifts her pastel-coloured sweeties and sugar quills and plays gobstones with her in the common room
  • they get on spectacularly well and their dynamic tends to fit v easily with that of the other marauders
  • when it comes to making the marauders map pete was the one on design
  • he’s v proficient at simple charms?? like getting the ink to change colour, little animations, etc
  • but overall his sketches of the halls and layout is flawless
  • out of all of them, pete is easily the best at gift-giving
  • usually it’s homemade pies or sweets smuggled in from the shop or signed copies of quidditch posters
  • it’s no secret that he’s often one step removed from the boys and a fair bit less brilliant than them
  • so he spends a lot of his time listening
  • just listening
  • and watching
  • like making a note of which records sirius mentions
  • the days in his cycle when remus is most likely to slump or crave chocolate and pete always has some on hand
  • james is a tougher nut to crack
  • especially because he doesn’t really show when things get to him?? like avery’s jeers about how they’re on the loosing side, the 14 deaths mentioned in the prophet on monday, the worried look in lily’s eyes
  • and pete gets very good at recognising when james is down or needs company or when he doesn’t
  • and all of it, the little recordings, is what makes him such a good spy
  • bc he really flies under the radar
  • not only that, but he has raging self-esteem issues
  • he just doesn’t see himself as anywhere near as good as his brethren
  • and a lot of it stems from his father, feeling like he was never good enough
  • and pete thinks that they don’t appreciate him
  • but they do
  • they absolutely love him and treasure him and feel so comfortable with him
  • it’s just that as the war gets closer they become consumed with their own worries that they don’t even see pete going further and further inside himself
  • they don’t realise that he’s v fractured and cracked at that he’s slowly loosing the fight
  • and it’s because of his insecurities that pete becomes so much about self-preservation
  • the slightly more malicious side of him stuck to his brothers because he knew that they could protect him
  • the brighter side of him stuck with them because he was devoted to them, because he wanted to protect them back, because he loved them
  • but as he gets older it’s that undivided and complete devotion that really straddles the grey area
  • because it’s what ties him so sharply to voldemort
  • all pete really wants is to be safe, to be valued
  • it doesn’t excuse what he did
  • nothing will ever excuse what he did
  • it just makes it a little easier to understand the fractured, scared little boy and why he did it
  • but he still sold his best friends out to voldemort and fuck you pettigrew