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Okay, but imagine if...

Cedric Diggory hadn’t died.

Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.

Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.

However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.

So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.

Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.

Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.

He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.

Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?

So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.

Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.

The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.

The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.

He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.

Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.

No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.

“He’s back.”

Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.

And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.

This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.

Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.

Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.

Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.

Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.

Imagine just.

(Spoilers for GotG 2)

Since I absolutely adore the idea of Meredith, Yondu and the Ravagers all meeting (again) in the afterlife and everyone in this fandom agrees that Ego is a complete jackass…

Please imagine what would happen if Ego wakes up in the afterlife, all alone with no one to greet him, stripped of his godly powers (because all are equal in death, and this afterlife has its own sort of justice and giving what one came to deserve through his life).

And after orientating himself blearily, after realizing where and what he is now, he doesn’t even get the chance to drown in his self-pity, because the very first thing greeting him is a faintly familiar voice,

“Hey there, jackass.”

And when Ego turns, he’s faced with Yondu, who is baring his teeth in a smile, and a whole crew of Ravagers behind him. They’re expressions are a mixture between curiosty, disgust and an unholy glee.

And Meredtih peeks around Yondu’s elbow, half-hidden behind the men who are strategically positioned as if to keep her protected. Her familiar, once loved face should probably be reassuring to Ego… except there is absolutely no pity in her eyes. There is some curiosity, some interest, but once her gaze meets his, it goes cold with anger.

(The fury of a mother whose child got hurt, Ego realizes then and there, is something to be feared.)

Yondu sees the change in Ego’s expression, the understanding that he won’t get help here and the fear dawning. He thinks it’s a good look on the former god’s face who had dared to endanger his son, and his smile becomes wider.

“I think eternity is gunna be lotta fun, right, boys?”

The answering laughter from the Ravagers is probably the most terrifying sound Ego has ever heard in his long, long life.

dxveyjacobs  asked:

yo yo wait when did the shoe tying thing happen in newsies live i cant believe i missed that what the hell

OH MY DUDE I THOUGHT I WAS SEEING THINGS IT WAS SO FAST BUT I SWEAR TO THE LORD IT HAPPENED DURING “CARRYING THE BANNER” (the “summer stinks and winter’s freezing” verse) CRUTCHIE KINDA NUDGED JACK AND GESTURED TO HIS FOOT AND RIGHT AWAY THEY SAT DOWN SIMULTANEOUSLY AND THEN JACK TIED HIS SHOE LIKE HE’D DONE IT A THOUSAND TIMES AAAAAAND THEN BEFORE THEY GOT UP, HE GAVE THE TIP OF CRUTCHIE’S SHOE A LIL KISS AND THEN THEY JUST CARRIED ON THROUGHOUT THE SONG LIKE THEY HADN’T RUINED MY LIFE IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

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I never got to apologize.. or thank you. I survived thanks to you. So please live. 

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Allow me to set the mood.

A customer was trying to buy cigarettes (he looked pretty young): 

Me: “Can I see your ID?" 

Customer: "I don’t have my wallet." 

Me: "Sorry, I can’t sell these to you then." 

Customer: "Wait, are you kidding me? You’re serious? Do I look 17 to you?" 

Me: ”….I have to ask if you for your ID if you look under 40.“ 

Customer: "This is ridiculous! The cool people let me all the time! You know what, fuck it!” *storms off*

Oh no, that doesn’t sound like anything a person who’s underage would say….

The universe didn’t make Taeil taller because he’d be overpowerful