Hogwarts Brallon AU in which Dallon is a half-giant, Brendon is an enthusastic Hufflepuff, and their friend group is a prime example of inter-house unity that Professor Armstrong continually gets exctied about.
@sangrientojoe came screaming into my messaging about a hogwarts Brallon AU and honestly?? those are my life, and thus this was born.
“I don’t understand… Why me? Why me, of all people??”
“I don’t know why, I wish I knew! …Sometimes we’re drawn to the very things that repel us..”
“…God, you really are a monster..”
“No! No, Esmeralda, no! If these last few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that my curse is.. I’m truly human. Take pity on me. I desert myself. You don’t know what my love for you is! It’s fire! It’s hot lead!”
Gypsy witch, you rouse in me
A foolish wish to set you free!
I’ll take you somewhere I can be
I will save you, sorceress,
And raise you up to holiness!
Together, we will share a
Part of a commission for the lovely enseeseven, which I’m sure will be the first of many. A shoutout to the sinisterly perfect Patrick Page as the Archdeacon Claude Frollo in a spellbinding run in La Jolla and Paper Mill with The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Short but accurate summaries of popular books/series: part 4
A bunch of people in the government can't get laid and decide to take it out on everyone else.
The Dystopian YA spoof twitter account has a more original terminology than this series.
In addition to magic powers, poisoning from regularly ingesting toxic compounds is a non-issue.
Mikhail Lomonosov can suck it.
Forget Voldemort, just don't f*** with McGonagall and you'll be fine.
More Than This:
I'll Give You the Sun:
Cinnamon rolls and superstitions
The Fault in Our Stars:
Teenagers, Cancer, and the Philosophy class I'll never take in college
Eleanor & Park:
F***ING HELL ELEANOR WOULD IT HAVE KILLED YOU TO CALL THE POOR BOY also music.
Welcome to life, Level 1. Would you like to enable the laws of physics?
Why write a note explaining to everyone exactly what's going on when I can try to get charged with vandalism, assault, and breaking and entering. And hey, to top it all off, I'll just throw in a clue hunt leading nowhere for my childhood crush to find.
I don't care if you're a bunch of sociopaths incapable of understanding human psychology despite claiming to have studied it for years. You put a bunch of high-strung/unstable adolescents in a high-tension environment, the resulting shit-storm is on you.
Somehow this series manages to change the timeline literally every other book without losing coherency or continuity.
Teenager learns she has the power to literally do fuck-all with the universe and doesn't immediately destroy it.
Lord of the flies, except with superpowers, racism, aliens, and some stuff that really doesn't belong in the ya category.
When the hockey world found out the Sidney Crosby was going to be a dad, everyone lost their minds for a good week. Sidney and you agreed to keep it quiet until it got to the point that you had to tell the media, so that when Sidney went missing they would know what happened. The other side of you secrecy was to see how long you could keep it hidden, the answer was 8 months. 8 full months of secrecy until one day you wobbled out of your shared bedroom, hands on your hips, staring Sidney down. He was in the living room sitting on the couch reading the instructions on how to built the cradle. “Sidney, I am going to the game tonight.” Sidney eyes shot up to you right away, they were wide as he took in your stance. “Y/N, you are 8 months pregnant, you know how you get about hockey, I don’t think a hockey game is the best place for my very pregnant, very passionate hockey loving wife. Especially not 8 months into her pregnancy.” Sidney tried to reason with you, putting the paper down. “Sidney Patrick Crosby, I am not staying home and watching Claude Giroux and the Flyers manhandle you from my tv screen.” You stated, Sidney stood up from his place. “Baby, no one knows you’re pregnant yet-” Sidney mumbled, you rolled your eyes, turning your back on him, wobbling back to the bedroom to pick your outfit out. “Well, they are about to find out.” That’s how it happened, you sat rink side for warmups, everyone looked at you, freezing, taking in your belly, then would look at Sidney and clap him on the back. Claude Giroux even patted Sidney on the back and congratulated him. Your phone blew up with tweets, as you know the Pens media had snapped a picture of your belly and posted it. You ignored it, walking towards the wags box, hand on your belly. “Let’s go watch dad play some hockey buddy!” You smiled, feeling free for the first time in a while, a weight lifted not having to hide your belly, and a very strong feeling of pride, knowing this was yours and Sidney’s baby. To be honest, you got the best of the outcome that day. That night, despite a 4-2 win over the Flyers, during post game interviews most of the comments coming from reporters were congratulations and question of how far along you were. The words came out of the reporters mouth and Sidney looked up, a smile on his lips, realizing just how long you were able to keep this hidden. “8 months.” He watched amused the look of astonishment on all of the reporter’s voice, he chuckled continuing. “A month from now, there will be a little Sidney Crosby running around.. And the Flyers should prepare for when he gets his hands on some skates.” You laughed when you saw the interview, slapping Sidney on the arm. “Watch the Flyers draft our son.” The terror in his eyes only made you laugh harder.