And here we go again, first teaser of the new season and people already saying that they are so glad to not watch the show anymore when you know that they will be the first posting hateful posts about the episodes, because you know, they won’t watch the show but they will know what happened right after every episodes.
You were never much for family, in fact you were considered
a horrible son. But that didn’t matter to you. You never cared much what your
demented parents thought of you, because their beliefs were twisted and their
hatred of you seemed to alleviate some of your deep-seeded fears that you were
twisted too. The moment you were sorted into Gryffindor, your home life
combusted. You were supposed to be in Slytherin, the noblest house, with
pureblood-purists, your cousins and your brother. But you were a Gryffindor,
and within Gryffindor you found a new family – a new set of brothers to bind
And in doing so you lost your real brother.
Sometimes you wonder if you leaving your parents’ house at
sixteen sealed your fate, or if it sealed his. It was not just their madness
you were running from. When you left them,
you left him. Maybe you could have
saved him if you were never sorted in Gryffindor. Maybe you could have saved
him if you had never left your parents’ house. But could you have saved
rationalized your decision – he answered your unspoken thoughts. No, he had told you when the heavy
silence of your brother’s death announcement hung in the air, you couldn’t have saved yourself if you had
tried to save him. You weren’t fully convinced, but if James said it, there
must be some truth to it. Maybe he was right. Maybe your only shot at a future
was far away from your brother and the idiotic beliefs he and your parents
shared. Maybe. But you fucking should have tried.
Tried harder than you did to save your brother.
His is the first face that haunts you when you get shut in
your cell. His broken grey eyes, just like yours, just like your mothers,
blood-shot and deadened. Sometimes you don’t know if it’s his eyes or your eyes
that haunt you. Maybe it’s both. Maybe there’s no discernible difference
between his fate and yours and you are forced to realize that as those cold
eyes appear to you. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Because just when you think it
can’t get worse, the grey eyes turn hazel.
more random thoughts i’m flinging onto the dash but that feel when u come across a new blog for a character you love or just a new blog in general and you’re jittering in ur seat waiting to read their rules & about bcuz like? i don’t want to just assume a character is going to be such and such and i’d hate to follow & then find out later our rules clash & make us incompatible? bcuz i’m trying to only follow ppl i have every intention of interacting with. so. or maybe this feel is just me? lol
“I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable… and strangely easy to mistake for loathing.” (Stardust)
Trying new things! Different style, different line art, different coloring. This was really fun to do. Plus, I got to reuse a patchwork design I spent hours making for something I had drawn for my nephew. Will be turned into a 11x17 print!