Professor Longbottom is the head of Gryffindor house and the Ravenclaws don’t understand why, because if Professor Potter killed Voldemort, shouldn’t he be head of house? So as Ravenclaws do, they pushed the subject even though it wasn’t their business (mostly because Gryffindors just shrug it off and move on). Ravenclaws asked headmistress McGonagall why, and she just responds with “Because Professor Longbottom is a more exemplary Gryffindor.” And the Ravenclaws are like “what? No?” So they take the matter to Professor Potter and ask him. He just laughs and says, “I fought because I had to, because I was chosen by Voldemort, and was magically linked to him, I had no way out. And Neville was chosen by the death eaters. He faced more enemies personally, and he could’ve ran and hid, but he was the face of the revolution here. Neville stood his ground while I was in hiding.”
And all the Ravenclaws become awestruck and ask for more information, and both professors just brush off the subject. And because the Ravenclaws are who they are, when history of magic has it’s lesson on the war at hogwarts, they pay more attention than anyone and soon have a deeper understanding and respect for Professor Longbottom.
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Leader Snoke decides to make a clone of General Hux to test the first order’s cloning technology… they ended up with a cherishable little slip of paper with some itchy blue space allergy eyes, who loves blue milk and his new space daddies. co-commanding and co-parenting Hux and Kylo begrudgingly get romantically closer as they raise Techie as their own.
here’s hoping for hux. 2017 dont be as cruel as 2016. LET HUX LIIIIVE.
So this is a silly little thing I wrote for my lovely friend @anuecc. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 💙 I am still intent on dragging your cute, yoga toned ass down to drarry hell ;)
Harry should have known this was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. But to be fair, who in Merlin’s name would have expected Draco Malfoy showing up here, looking… like this?
“Malfoy,” Harry spluttered, his voice sounding embarrassingly raspy. “Are you… Is that a crop top?”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest, seeming unconcerned.
“Is that what this is called?”
Harry swallowed around the lump that was building in his throat. Dear Merlin! Malfoy’s stomach looked simply delicious! And the way his trousers hugged his hips!
“Um… aren’t those trousers a little tight?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
“I was told this is what Muggles wear when they do…” He waved a hand around in the air, clearly searching for the right word. “Whatever this is called.”
“It’s called Yoga,” Harry sighed, “and we’re going to be late. Come on.”
Harry held the door open for him and immediately wished he had gone in first. Watching Malfoy’s perfect bum move in those trousers was torture. Malfoy briefly hesitated after a few steps, looking around the room.
“What is this, Potter?” he hissed under his breath. “We’re the only blokes here.”
Harry blushed and wordlessly made his way to the last two spare yoga mats, right in the middle of the room.
“I will kill Shacklebolt for this,” Harry heard Malfoy mutter. “Last week, he sent us on that bloody camping trip and now this?”
Harry sighed as he sat down on his yoga mat. He peeked at the two girls beside him, who were laughing about something and tying their blonde hair into buns. Trying to drop his voice into a whisper, so they wouldn’t hear, he spat, “It would be so much easier if you weren’t such a prat, Malfoy. He wants us to get along. I hate to say this, but we’ve compromised two of our missions now because we couldn’t agree on-”
“That wasn’t my fault,” Malfoy interrupted him. “My approach was better than yours. Why did I have to get you as my partner anyway?”
“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you applied to become an Auror. You knew it was what I wanted to do and you knew there would be a chance we would end up as partners. Just my luck.” Harry muttered the last part under his breath, but Malfoy must have heard, because he shot Harry a dark look, before plopping down on the yoga mat in front of him.
“Hello everyone,” the instructor said in an overly breathy voice. Harry suspected it was meant to be soothing, but it just sounded really odd.
“We will begin today’s class by trying to reconnect to our breath,” she continued. “Now, bring your palms together in front of your heart, really press them together and close your eyes.”
“You must be kidding me,” Harry heard Malfoy sneer.
“Now take a deep breath in through your nose… but do it gently…”
Harry startled at the collective intake of breath that sounded like a giant was gasping.
“… and then press your lips together as you slooooowly exhale. Imagine that the sound you’re making right now is the sound of ocean waves rolling in and out, in and out…”
Harry could practically see Malfoy rolling his eyes, even from the back of his head.
“Breathe innnn…. breathe ou-hhhh-t.”
“Seriously, she wants to teach me how to breathe?” Malfoy snarled, turning his head back to Harry.
“Stop complaining and just do it,” Harry whispered.
Of course, Malfoy continued with his little commentary.
“…Downward-facing dog? Who came up with that name?”
“…Ow! This is not a natural pose for a human!”
“…What do you mean ‘lift your leg’? If I do that, I’m never going to have any children!”
“…Merlin, is this woman trying to break my neck?”
Harry pressed his lips into a tight line to keep himself from snickering. Malfoy’s hissing was rather distracting. As was…
“Potter! Stop staring at my arse!”
“Am not,” Harry mumbled, mentally slapping himself for getting caught like that.
“Good, good,” the instructor crooned. “Now, we take a little break. Sit down on your yoga mat and let the person next to you massage your feet.
“Ugh, why feet,” the girl next to Harry groaned. He smiled at her awkwardly, to which she bit her lip.
“No offense,” she said, “but I’m not letting a stranger touch my feet.”
“Fair enough,” Harry mumbled and turned to Malfoy.
“Don’t you dare, Potter,” he growled, when Harry stretched out his hands towards his feet.
“Yeah okay, maybe we skip that one,” Harry muttered sheepishly.
“We should have skipped the whole class.”
Harry usually didn’t agree with Malfoy, but when the instructor told them they would be doing partner poses now, he cursed Kingsley under his breath.
“Now, stand up and face each other.”
They did, but not without scowling at each other.
“Place your feet firmly on the ground and stretch out your hands. Press your palms against the palms of your partner.”
Harry almost flinched when their hands touched. If he had known touching would be involved, he probably would have refused to come here altogether. Thinking about touching Malfoy in the privacy of his own home was one thing, but actually doing it in a room with a bunch of strangers, that was something else entirely. Why did Malfoy have to be so handsome? It was irritating.
“Now slowly bend forward,” the instructor said in her breathy voice, “until your foreheads are touching. Your arms should be up, over your head.”
Harry tried to control his face, praying he wasn’t blushing. When his black hair mingled with blonde, he heard Malfoy making an odd sound.
“This is disgusting,” Malfoy muttered. “We’re both sweating.”
“And it wouldn’t be disgusting if we weren’t?”
Harry startled when Malfoy slightly raised his chin. Their noses were touching and Harry could feel Malfoy’s breath on his lips.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you have been looking at me all day,” Malfoy said with narrowed eyes. “Or how I woke up with an arm draped over me when we were camping last week.”
“Oh. I- I thought you woke up after me,” Harry mumbled, definitely blushing now. “You didn’t say anything about it.”
Yes, why hadn’t Malfoy said anything about that? He could have made fun of Harry for days.
“You really are thick, Potter,” Malfoy said in a teasing tone, as the instructor walked by them to correct the pose of the couple beside them.
“Good job everyone. Now, turn around, so you’re back to back and link your arms at the elbows.”
“Um, Malfoy,” Harry said, when Malfoy stepped closer to him and put his hands on Harry’s hip. “I think she just told us to turn around.”
Malfoy’s lips stretched into a huge smirk. He leaned forward, his cheek briefly brushing Harry’s, until his lips were right at Harry’s ear.
“I won’t stop you if you want to.”
Harry choked on his own breath, his eyes going wide.
“Come on,” Malfoy chuckled, “we’re hitting the showers.”
“But class is not over yet,” Harry mumbled absentmindedly.
“Well, I want to try some… different kind of poses.”
“Oh,” was all Harry was able to say.
“You do remember how to do a water repellant charm, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Why?” Harry frowned.
“We need to use it on your Muggle distant-talking device.”
“My… you mean my phone.”
“And why exactly do we need to do that?”
“Well, after Shacklebolt went through all this trouble, so we would get along, he really should get something in return for his hard work.”
Harry stared blankly at him.
“We’ll send him proof,” Malfoy winked.
“Come on, Potter,” Malfoy chuckled darkly as he tugged Harry forward, “we have important Auror business to attend to.”
To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.
I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.
Coran getting seriously hurt in a Galra attack and Lance getting worse everyday. Coran had studied the human concept of psychology and was helping Lance by doing regular space therapy. They were attacked in the middle of one section and Coran used himself as a "shield" because he promised to never let Lance getting hurt again, not when he can do something about it and now Lance can't stop blaming himself
Okay but, imagine Allura, under stress of losing the last person she has left, blames Lance too. She doesn’t outright say it, but everyone can tell. While the rest of the paladins know that this is not Lances fault, they take Allura side- because she’s already lost so much, she can’t lose Coran. And of course almost no one realize how Lance feels- Hunk semi realizes, but he’s been busy making sure Allura actually eats.
Of course, when Coran wakes up, and is healed, everyone crowds around him. They are all exclaiming how relieved they are and, after hugging Allura, he looks at Lance, and completely loses his shit. The boy is absolutely destroyed, he looks like he’s given up on life. He just goes off on the rest of the team, asking why they didn’t take care of Lance while he was out.
Surprisingly Lance answers before any of them can.
“It’s because of me that you were hurt, so why didn’t I deserve to be hurt?”
Neil attaching vocab words onto furniture (bonus points for when he starts doing it at the court too)
counting off their workout reps in Russian
accidental introductions of new words via surprised shouts (usually rude ones snarled during heated games or practices) you can’t tell me andrew didn’t learn swears quickly
Andrew dumping his person onto Neil’s flashcard covered bed with a bored look and quizzing him
small study sessions at the back of the bus
some vocab drilling but mostly they talk about the area they’re passing through, or they might play car games–picture I spy
I like to think that they have more heart-to-hearts like the one in tkm, just Neil passing the time telling Andrew little stories of him and his mom. Or that during Andrew’s 5th year when the team is on the way home from distant away games Neil can’t help but reflect on what’s going to happen with Andrew leaving and he just needs to say something but there are too many foxes in the bus at that point
during exy games when they’re both on the bench, they take turns narrating the game (well, Neil narrates, and Andrew picks out mistakes the other goal keeper makes)
covert dirty talk there’s no getting around it
Andrew wanting to annoy/unnerve the more grating freshman so he picks up the habit of staring at them and talking to Neil about their weekend plans
kid gets back to his dorm later like, “do u think minyard’s out to get me?” “bro, maybe you shouldn’t be a dick to his cousin” “bro, I didn’t even start that” “…dude”
having alone time where they’re committed to only speaking with e/o in Russian:
imagine that they’re just hanging out on the roof: Neil’s head resting against Andrew’s thigh, one of Neil’s hands is holding a burning cigarette while his other is curled up near his face, thumb rubbing circles into Andrew’s knee cap
(they’re never deep conversations: Andrew mentioning what Bee is going as for halloween, Neil talking about potential players he and Wymack are scouting, Andrew reporting on his sparing lessons with Robin, getting up to date on their teammate’s bets, Neil filling in Andrew on the upperclassmen’s Real Life adventures)
It’s comfy and relaxed so they let their sentences lag. depending on the day they might be left unfinished for lack of energy
save for when they’re left unfinished because Neil can’t quite find the word that he’s looking for
Neil has a habit of squinting at his smoke trail when he forgets a word, a tail Andrew picks up on, smoothing his hand through Neil’s hair as he tries to fill in the blanks
it’s strange because the first half of season 4 had A LOT of parallels of season 3 but now this second half?
The more I think about it, the more it parallels season 1, so here we go.
Just like Eva Sana is feeling alone and out of touch with the people she loves the most. She doesn’t know how to fix the rift…so she doesn’t, but still she wants to so bad. she misses them and watching them from afar because she no longer can belong with them…is tearing her apart. Just like Eva in season 1.
Social media rubbing their new friends in their faces
we then get a true sense of the isolation between the two when they both sit at home alone and watch their friends…literally replace them. That’s what it feels like for both Eva and Sana. and after they both see these social media posts and drives them to get up and do something about it. “don’t let yourself be a victim” as doctor phil says to Eva and “don’t live in fear” as Nas tells Sana…it’s too similar and I love it
Not only are they both sitting on the same bench, with the same person, on THE SAME SIDE, but it is insane that Isak has served as a focal point in both of their painful dramas of secrets. in Eva’s season Isak revealed her lies to Iben, in Sana’s….Isak still revealed Sara’s lies by Sana getting access of them from Isak’s account. so essentially the truth came out and disaster happened because of Isak in both seasons…w i l d
Trying to muster up the courage to make things better
I talked about this shot earlier today but oh my god I can’t believe how similar they are. The only difference is the change in time and the main character. This shows how 3 seasons later we are still in the same place. but this time with Sana. How we all feel isolation, misunderstanding and shame and how it never goes away. It is forever and it comes with being human. no matter who you are we all feel this pain, fear, and sadness. Both Eva and Sana felt like outsiders in their school.
Confiding in someone about their mistake right before it hits them in the face
Just like Eva, Sana could not hold it in anymore and chose to confide in someone about the saranors2 account. Just like Isak (but with purer intentions) Chris advised Sana to not tell. I actually find this parallel really cool because in season 1 Eva was scared of losing Jonas and Jonas not forgiving her but in this scene Sana is actually afraid of Eva never forgiving her. It is like we have gone full circle in skam world. Eva has gone from the girl begging for forgiveness from her mistakes to…being the one who needs to do the forgiving… hmm
wow, so we have literally gone from season 1 where Eva is calling Isak after the reveal and getting voicemail, to Sana calling EVA after the reveal and getting voicemail. I think this was very intentional.
Eva and Sana both get told that the people they love are incredibly heartbroken with them right now in a very similar way. Both with other people involved (Isak and Chris) and both with a phone…and then they break knowing that forgiveness is not going to be easy and they are both alone. They both fucked up and now they are alone and it is heartbreaking.
what does this s1 parallel mean?
Season 1 was the beginning, Season 4 is the end. The parallels are evident and I think it is because Julie wants to remind us why she made skam. Reminding us what it’s really about. I know with the girl squads current behaviour it doesn’t make sense just yet, but it will. and I wonder if this is also reflecting on Eva’s character now? She has gone from the character who we are crying with and hoping to god she can make friends and be happy to….being the girl we are screaming at to listen to Sana and FORGIVE HER.
which is amazing because Julie is doing what skam has always meant to do.
she is showing us every single side, corner, and edge of every character on this show. By doing this to Eva though is even more powerful because she was our first main. she is our firstborn who’s pov we all witnessed and now Julie is showing how we all make mistakes, we all get mad, we all are the person who needs to forgive, or the person who needs to talk. and each of these characters have had a turn to be each other if you think about it.
Because now it’s Eva’s turn to be season 1 Ingrid…who needs to stop, and listen to what Sana has to say as they cry and forgive each other <3
Does anyone ever think about the fact that after everything with Kate, maybe Derek goes to New York with the decision to never to be hurt that way by anyone again. Not the losing his family part, because how could he ever lose so much again, right? (Right? I’m not crying at all!) So he gets a part-time job as a grocery bagger or something, because he is young and most places won’t hire him halfway through the year. And he works after school to bring in a few bucks so that Laura’s eyes won’t be quite so pinched now that she has gotten her GED and began working to make ends meet for them in a very expensive city. After work, she then spends sometimes hours on the phone and emailing lawyers who are still trying to get all of the paperwork straight. So yeah, Derek works to help Laura.
But then some lady at the store gives him that look. Like Kate. Her eyes are interested, and her grin is predatory, and he just knows she wants him. So he thinks to himself if he initiates it, maybe it won’t leave him feeling so wrong. So he does. And it becomes a thing. He flirts with anyone who shows him interest as he bags their groceries and “helps them to their car” even though they never need help.
From there maybe it just becomes a way of survival. As he gets older, it seems like more women want to sleep with him. He’s filling out, thanks to all of the runs he’s going on after work and thanks to the workouts he’s pushing his body through every morning. Because he has to be strong enough. He has to be bigger. He doesn’t want anyone to think they can hold him down or force him.
He learns how to play the game. One day he mentions something about that to a coworker (now working at a bar mixing drinks because someone had once told him he would make great money in tips) but his coworker didn’t think of sex as a game. Derek knew better. Maybe it wasn’t for some people, but he would never be able to trust someone in that way again, so he had to strike first before an opponent could.
One day a man at the bar looks at him just right, and Derek just thinks Oh. He’s never focused on men before, but he’s noticed them in passing. So he goes to the guy’s apartment after his shift and they sleep together. Derek pretends he’s done this before, even though he’s mostly relying on his sense of smell and hearing to tell if the guy is into different things he tries. And after that, Derek flirts with anyone he feels he has to.
So fast forward to Stiles. Stiles who is home from college after his second year has finished to make room for summer break. Stiles who means so much and is so good even when he’s an asshole. Stiles who leans in one day after a pack dinner, when he and Derek have finished cleaning up after everyone else has gone home. Stiles kisses him gently, at first, almost hesitantly. But when Derek doesn’t push him away, he presses in more firmly and suddenly Derek realizes where this is going to go. And it kind of makes him sad.
He lets Stiles slip his shirt off and push him back onto his bed. Stiles crawls on top of him and Derek begins pulling their hips together in a slow and sinuous way. But Stiles doesn’t react like any man Derek’s been with before–which really shouldn’t be as much of a surprise as it is. Yes, Stiles lets out a little moan, but it doesn’t break Stiles away from Derek’s mouth, where his tongue is doing things to Derek that he can’t explain. And his hands after trapping Derek’s face, but not like he’s trying to contain Derek, more like he’s holding something precious. His thumbs keep swiping across Derek’s eyebrows, like he’s memorizing their shape.