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twin.ta winner award: @goldstiens
winner of the remus lupin award for best upcoming blogger (at the time)

I had the idea — that it might be good if people who wanted to study Defence Against the Dark Arts — and I mean, really study it, you know, not the rubbish that Umbridge is doing with us because nobody could call that Defence Against the Dark Arts— Hear, hear.

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Aw, don’t worry, honey. Most guys think what you was thinking, first time they see me.

The White Owl (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Prompt: In which the reader turns into an owl and Newt is absolutely oblivious.  Also includes a sassy!Frank.

Word Count: 3111

A/N: I wrote this entirely to spite my sister who is taking forever on writing her Newt x reader.


I first met him when the Goldstein sisters invited him over.  Now, I was his assistant.  He took me in when he started writing his book and became so busy with it that he needed help with his creatures.

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tina goldstein and who she is

- she was porpentina goldstein, whose parents had died of dragon pox. Who’s sister knew exactly when she was lying. She was the girl with the bitter smile, the girl who longed for magic, the girl who was determined to succeed, without anyone’s help.

- she was teenie to her sister, the fierce and independent older sister, who topped in every class, but had trouble making even the simplest of friends. She was the girl who cried alone in the bathroom and came out smiling, she was the girl who kept a straight face during classroom pranks, she was the girl who had sadness in her heart so intense that she smiled.

- to her teachers, she was tina goldstein, the poor girl whose parents had died, but used her grief to turn into a careful and vigilant class leader, dedicated to her studies and a good student. She was the girl who payed attention, she was the girl who was swift and could cast the worst spells without blinking, she was the girl who ruled with her heart and not her head.

- to MACUSA, she was porpentina, an ambitious seeker, pushing herself in things normally impossible, but being rash and too decisive at the same time. She was the girl with the impulse, the girl who went on instinct, the girl who was a liability to everyone around her.

- but to newt scamander, she was all of the above, She was Porpentina Goldstein, Teenie, Tina Goldstein, and Porpentina all at once. She was the girl who cried but was strong enough to walk out smiling, she was the swift and fast but compassionate young woman who made her own choices. To him she was a kaleidoscope of thoughts and emotions, of controversy and fear, of passion and caution, all at once. To a man who loved beasts so fondly, she was the most human person he ever saw.

and maybe that’s why, he loves her so much

and maybe that’s why, she loves him too.

thank you so much to everyone who tried out for our network! some difficult cuts were made just because we had so many applicants, but in an effort to allow as many into the net as possible, there is now an ilvermorny team! eventually, the quidditchteamnet hopes to expand enough that we create four complete teams for each house of ilvermorny! however, as the network gets up and running there will be just one. 

members: please check your tumblr messages and email inboxes within the next week for additional information. if you have any questions, please direct them towards @quidditchplayer. congrats to everyone who made the team! I’m so excited! 

without further ado, here are the members and captains of the quidditchteamnet:

R A V E N C L A W : 

Chasers:

@honxydukes

@goldstiens

@jillys

Beaters: 

@ilvermornvy

@hermioneganger

Seeker:

@gabrielledelcour

Keeper:

@ginnyweaslcy - ravenclaw captain!


G R Y F F I N D O R : 

Chasers:

@quidditchplayer - creator & gryffindor captain

@regulius

@remusluvpin

Beaters: 

@katie-bell

@bvggart

Seeker:

@dobby-the-fandom-elf

Keeper: 

this position is open! please contact megan ( @quidditchplayer),  if interested  


S L Y T H E R I N :

Chasers:

@mcgonnagal - slytherin captain!

@percyweascly

@albuspotthr

Beaters:

@lehstranges

@holy-snitch

Seeker:

@acciolunalovegood

Keeper:

@pavratipatil


H U F F L E P U F F : 

Chasers:

@hcqsmeade

@lumox

@potterandhismalfoy

Beaters:

@bellatriiixblack

@loveqood

Seeker:

@kqtiebell - hufflepuff captain!

Keeper:

@diggiory


I L V E R M O R N Y :

a note to all ilvermorny players: hello guys! I know you probably applied expecting to become a part of your hogwarts house team, and therefore I understand if you don’t want to be a part of the ilvermorny team. if that’s the case please let me (megan, @quidditchplayer ) know asap. I created this extra team to allow more amazing bloggers into this network. as the network (hopefully) grows, I plan to create a team for each of the four ilvermorny houses! when this happens you will be added to your appropriate ilvermorny house team, and if you want, you will have an excellent chance at becoming captain of your house team. thank you for understanding and welcome to the network!

Chasers: 

@slytherinfromfen

@ginnyweasely - ilvermorny captain

@deerjily

Beaters:

@ohstupifys

@acceptatie

Keeper:

@longgbottom

Seeker:

@ravenclawinsight


a note to those who applied and were not chosen or who missed the application deadline: thank you so much for your interest in the quidditchteamnet. if you were not chosen, please don’t take it personally. unfortunately, a large number of amazing blogs didn’t make the network this time around. the issue with creating quidditch teams is that there are a limited number of spots available. I did my best to rearrange and accommodate as many people as possible, including creating the ilvermorny team and moving myself from the house I most often identify as (ravenclaw) and placing myself in gryffindor in order to create room for an additional player. I truly wish that I could allow everyone into the network, but for now that’s not feasible. it’s very likely that applications will reopen, and therefore I implore you to continue to check out the network, continue following us, and apply or reapply when the opportunity presents itself. additionally, we will be having at least a few (if not many) events open to anyone who is interested in participating. feel free to use the tag quidditchteamnet on any edits that are even slightly related to quidditch so that we can notice them! again, thank you so very much for your support and understanding. 

anonymous asked:

All I want is Mr and Mrs Graves forcing Percival to introduce Tina. After much doubt from Tina's side, she accepts it under one circumstance, which is no games from his side. It all goes very nicely, Percival's parents see Tina as a great fit, even though she seems a bit uncomfortable- could be nerves, which would explain Percival whispering in her ear. What really is going on is Percival slowly finger-fucking her under the table, whilst whispering promises of a fuck in his childhood bedroom.

y e s omgggg I could read a whole fic with this

so as some of you may know, i recently took a hiatus to work on my mental health and now im back!! this is my official notice that i’m back just to inform you!! it’s been a good few weeks but i have realised how much i missed some of you guys, so i decided to do a follow forever!!

special mentions

@sevenyearsdead jud!! my husband!! honestly you were literally my first friend here and you’re definitely my bffl and im never going to get over how much you mean to me and how happy you make me just by sending me snapchats and seeing your posts, idk, i just love you a lot and im so so glad that youre in my life, it truly is one of the best things that has ever happened to me

@reneewvlkers al albert egotisticAL wALuigi ur literally one of my favourite people okay?? playing games with you is literally the highlight of my days and i love playing ultimate chicken horse and town of salem and oh sir the insult generator and how focused we got playing plague inc. if im being honest, for so long u were my tumblr crush and i almost cried when you followed me and now we’re here!! we’re like albert and lovecraft and every time i see a text or snapchat from you im just like !!!

@kevcnday mal my love!! loml!! my love!! honestly youre like the sweetest, kindest person ever and i love you so much!! i know youre sad a lot right now and i just really really want you to be happy more than anything because you totally deserve it!! you deserve to be happy and i want you to be happy more than anything because youre always there for me whenever i need you and youre really really brilliant and i love you

@droidcore yannic!! ilysm honestly ur like the sweetest ever and youre my lil dragon child and i love you because you got me into flight rising and your dragons are just awesome and you really make me feel like im wanted!! which is rare because i always feel like whenever im talking to somebody that they dont really want to talk to me but!! you make me feel like im wanted and i love you so much for that!!

@thedreamtwats ronan my child its been a while since we’ve spoken but you always mean a lot to me and i always love hearing your stories about your life and just how wild it is because it brings some joy to my life and i love u so much honestly youre just incredible

@extrajostensquad guys!! plexiglass fuckers anonymous!! my dudes!! youre honestly like the greatest collection of people ever and the fact that we’re the Fandom Police and that youre basically the only people left in this fandom that i trust im so glad that i got to know all of you! youre all so incredible and you make me feel so welcome like i never have been in a group chat before and its like so fun just to talk to you all and be salty about everything!! we all need to take photos in our fandom police jackets soon so we can literally be squad goals in every single way!! you were all there for me when that thing was going on with my mother and im so glad for that because it really helped to calm me down and i cant thank you enough for that. you all mean so much to me, honestly, im so so so glad that i met and spoke to you all, it’s so incredible!

mutuals are italicised and there’s no favourites because youre all my favourites!!

a - c

@abramsjosten @adnromeda @aelin @agronaa @ahthena @alekzandermorozova @allisongaynolds @allisonreynolds @alucardsemery @aly-naith @amhinyard @andreil @andreil69 @andreiwminyard @andrevvminyrd @andrewnminyard @apollonic @artcmis @athsna @biallisonreynolds @bookthiefes @bramlouisgreenfeld @cabeswaeter @cabeswaterlovesthem @calmpercy @capameribruh @cecilyherondales @cedricdiggoury @cindurellas @clvssical @coffeebisexual @cuipid @czernys

d - i

@daggersau @damnwilds @danwjlds @deehaan @doctorkot @droidcore @emeryalucards @empyrreal @enotrobin @exybee @exyjosten @faeheys @fcyre @fineiljosten @floweringbisexual @frances-janvier @gangseyys @gansaey @gayneil @georgvweasley @glendowers @goldstiens @hanrywinter @haylehkiyoko @henrimontague @hermioneggranger @herxnstairs @howlingremus @hxrryspotter @hynpos @ignitesme @inejghvfa @isakvaltzrsen

j - l

@jeanmoneau @jeanmoreaue @jeanmoreeu @jeanrnoreau @jeansmoraeu @jeansmoreau @jehanprovairre @jeremoreau @jeremynox @jesparfaheys @jimkivk @julietteferarrs @katarras @katiebells @kayleighsday @keterdam @kettersdam @kevcnday @kevindayofficial @kevinwymackday @kickfoxing @klosehemmick @larajeahsong @lehmony @le-lex @lilaabard @lilabard @lilyqvans @lindseymorgan @lunascope

m - p

@magnussalexander @maliayukimura @mariarosales @matsboyd @mcttbcyd @merpeopl @miniminyardd @minjard @minyardx @mivyard @mnvrds @mvgnvsbane @nathanieljostn @neiljoster @neils-josten @neilswesninski @nejighafa @nevillxes @nickyhemmick @ninazeanik @ninczeniks @noahsweetwne @nvckyhemmick @opalynch @opheliai @oscarwlds @pacifistpadme @patrioclus @perseajacksn @persrephone @petalloso @pipedream @pipvdream @poethry @posiedcns

r - z

@remusluvpin @reneewvlkers @reneison @requiemofkings @revneewalker @ronansparrishs @roryglimore @rosesau @rosewatre @rosewealseys @rustofstardust @sangradora @sevenyearsdead @simonspear @stormybisexual @thaleias @thebetterminyard @thedreamtwats @thedreggs @thef0xholecourt @thelouvvre @thunderbiirds @thxief @tinyjosten @todorokishto @transbeaulieu @trialsofapollo @vangcgh @vanillasweet @veinus @victorvalc @waldensbeck @wesnenski @wesnihski @wesninskie @williamherxndale @wveck @zelvars @zoyalina

Imagine: being sisters with Tina, and Queen. And your talking about the new guest in your apartment. Newt and Jacob. Not realizing that Newt is listening on the other side of the door.

Sitting on your bed your sisters Queenie and Tina were getting ready for bed . Queenie spoke up,” he is cute isn’t he?” you turned to Queenie as she spoke “Sorry doll, your thoughts are very loud tonight. I saw him looking at you thru dinner.” Tina chipped in as she spoke, “he’s a unregistered wizard. Who collects beasts.. you can do better.” You shimmed in as you spoke, “He’s a Adorable Dorky, loveable guy..” “he’s a criminal who let a no-Maj catch him doing magic.” Rolling your shoulders you spoke, “its a awful Law. And Jacob seems very Nice for a No-maj.”Queenie smiled brightly. Your thoughts went from talking about Jacob to Newt. And his beautiful big eyes. Queen chuckled softly, “our little sister is smitten with Mr. Scamander. Tina your going to be busy with her now.”
What you didn’t realize on the other side of the door, Newt was leaning near the door listening into the conversation. With a small smile on his face. He was happy that you fancied him. The moment he laid eyes on you he couldn’t believe someone so beautiful existed. And for you help him a completely stranger try to help him catch his Niffler. He was swoon.
“What you doing?” Newt turned fast moving away from the door seeing Jacob he caught Newt. The door soon opened to see you peek your head out. “Everything alright?” Newt’s face turned a beat Red as he nodded his head fast. “yes! Everything’s perfect.”

The Tempest

Inspired by this video. 

Percival Graves was 4 years old when his mother first began teaching him how to play piano on her old Steinway & Sons grand. He was 7 when he played his first sonata. 8 when he mastered it. Frédéric Chopin landed Percival his first girlfriend when he was 13 years old. He played for her Étude No. 2 in F Minor. Not shortly after, Percival landed his first boyfriend with the help of Mozart. Mozart soon became a favorite of his. Percival found solace in playing the piano after his mother died of consumption. He was 15 years old when he played Tchaikovsky at her funeral.

The older Percival got, the busier he became, the less he played piano. He was appointed the youngest Director of Magical Security for MACUSA when he was 26 years old. His mother’s old Steinway & Sons grand sat in his house in New York, collecting dust for the next 12 years after that.

When Percival returned home for the first time in months after his imprisonment by Grindelwald, he found his bed unmade, the sheets looking thoroughly slept in. Percival always made his bed. He bought all new furniture for his house and threw away the old things. He burned whatever was left. However hard he tried, Percival could not bring himself to throw away his mother’s grand. He also could not bring himself to play it, not when he would always wonder if someone else had been playing it in his absence. Without his knowing, a heavy weight settled on Percival’s shoulders. He moved the piano to the library, threw a sheet over it, and let it be.

Years later Percival somehow finds Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Theseus Scamander, and Queenie Goldstein having drinks in his living room with him on a cold winter’s night. Even more surprising, he finds it has become a normal occurrence.

They take their drinks to the library to light a fire in the fireplace. Percival doesn’t notice Queenie get up and walk around. She runs her fingers over the spines of Percival’s many books. When she reaches the end of the bookcase she finds herself confronted by a large shape covered in a white sheet. She grabs the end of the sheet and pulls, coughing loudly as dust accumulated over a number of years settles around her. A beautiful, old Steinway & Sons grand sits in front of her. She looks back by the fireplace and sees Percival rise, the sharp edges of his face softened by the firelight. He walks over to Queenie with slow, hesitant steps; a far cry from his usually sure strides.

When Percival Graves was 10 years old his mother taught him how to play her favorite song on the piano. Beethoven’s Sonata No. 17. Or more commonly known as “The Tempest”. Percival’s favorite part had always been the 3rd movement because that was when Beethoven had finally come to terms with his deafness and found his sense of equilibrium, and he could tell through the way his mother played the piece. Though the piece was written to be played at an allegretto tempo, Percival’s mother had always slowed it down in the beginning, yet played allegro at the end. “Because only after anguish and despair can you really understand what triumph is,” she had said to him. He had never completely understood what she had meant until now.

Percival sat down at the bench and trailed his fingers over the piano, barely touching the ivory keys. His friends had since gotten up to stand by him and watch in eager anticipation. Theseus had only ever heard Percival play the piano once: during the war, to brighten the atmosphere after they had lost nearly a quarter of their men to a brutal battle earlier that day. Despite how long it had been, Theseus still remembers how amazed he had been when he had watched Percival play. How such powerful and dangerous hands could play so delicately and make such beautiful music was beyond him. All he knew was that he very much wanted to see it again.

Percival’s hands hovered over the piano keys with a sense of doubt. It had been many long years since he had last touched a piano, much less played it. He centered himself with a breath and let his fingers dance.

It was different than the other times he had played. Despite his long absence, Percival still remembered every stroke of a key; every movement felt familiar yet, what he was feeling was alien to him. It filled him with a warmth and light. He had been gone for so long. It made him feel as if he were returning home.

His finger sped up as he neared the end of “The Tempest”. He felt a heavy weight come off his shoulders, a weight he had never even realized was there. He couldn’t help the smile or the slight laugh as he played. It was if he had died and was being reborn. His fingers came off the keys feather-light as he ended. He felt free.