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sigma-castell  asked:

Have you ever thought about writing a fic in which Voldemort went after the Longbottoms instead of the Potters?

If Voldemort had chosen the pureblood boy, not the halfblood, as his opponent? This Neville would have had graves to visit, instead of a hospital. He’d still have grown up in his grandmother’s clutches, tut-tutted at, dropped out windows absentmindedly, left to bounce on paving stones.

Let’s tell this story: Alice Longbottom, who was the better at hexing, told Frank to take Neville and run.

She died on the braided rug of their sitting room floor. Frank heard her fall from where he stood in front of the cradle. He did not have time to run.

When the Dark Lord climbed the stairs and saw Frank, he laughed at the small man in front of him. Frank had crooked teeth, a mis-sized nose, big fingers and small, watery eyes. Voldemort looked at him the way children would look at Neville, in almost a decade, at stubby fingers around a rememberall, a wrinkled brow and a stammer. “Move aside,” he said, the way a different Voldemort had once offered a way out to Lily Potter. That had been for the sake of another man’s love, and this was for his own contempt. “Just let me have the boy. Did you really think you could–”

When Neville met Voldemort again, in his fourth year, when Luna’s advice, his own gillyweed knowledge, and Ginny’s Bat Bogey Hex lessons had gotten him through the Triwizard Tournament he’d never signed up to enter, there would be a bubbling scar on Voldemort’s sunken left cheek. His father had had time for one curse. Frank’s love had saved his son, marked him, but his hate had been enough, too, to scar Tom Riddle through every rebirth and transformation he would ever have.

Harry Potter would have grown up as James’s oldest son. I think Lily, who missed her sister, and James, who had found three brothers at school and loved them more than life, would have had more children: a little sister who James taught to fly (little Tuney’d be Keeper to Ginny’s Seeker, in a decade, and gossip terribly about Harry), a baby brother Lily fervently talked James out of naming Lupeterius. Harry would have grown up spoiled and loved, magical, with toy broomsticks and playdates with the other Order kids– stumbling Neville, the Bones girl and the rollicking Weasley bunch.

If the Potters were never the main targets, never hiding and frightened, I don’t think Peter would have turned when he did. Not enough gain. Not enough tail-tucking fear. Peter would have limped through to the end of the war, whiskers shivering in his soul even when they were popping champagne on the night Neville Longbottom’s parents died.

They raised delicate glasses that had somehow survived all the first war, laughing, in Godric’s Hollow, to the Boy Who Lived. Augusta Longbottom planned her children’s funeral and wondered if her grandson’s forehead would scar like that. Lily danced in the living room with James, on the garish rug that Sirius had bought them as a joke and that they had kept just to spite him.

But this was a story about Neville now–it would always be a story about Harry, somewhat, because it had never been the scar that made the boy. When Draco Malfoy stole Neville’s rememberall, this Harry would still jump on a broom; when Hermione, weeping in the bathrooms, didn’t know about the troll, Harry would still run to tell her–that instinct was not something even having loving parents (especially these parents) would have kept from him.

But this had always been a story about Neville, too– unscarred Neville, Neville with his pockets full of gum wrappers, this had always been the story of his rise and his steady soul. But this time he was marked from birth, a scar on his forehead and hands that weren’t any better at holding a wand. This time, his grandmother had even more reason to look at him with disappointment when he spent all his childhood looking powerless.

Neville was not the disappeared savior who they whispered about. Halloween was still a celebration of Voldemort’s fall, but Neville was a lucky object, not a small hero, because where there had been a vacuum to fill when it had been Harry Potter, to fill with wonderment and thanks, here Neville toddled down Diagon Alley and held his grandmother’s hand. The whole world knew this boy was probably a squib, with pudgy fingers and a slow stammer, who didn’t learn to read until it was almost time to go to Hogwarts.

When Neville got his Hogwarts letter, the whole wizarding world was very politely surprised. He got told congratulations from strangers in the street, who in different universes would be shaking Harry Potter’s hand and swooning. Neville was far above smart enough to recognize than none of the other children got congratulated for the victory of being asked to attend school.

He asked the Hat for Hufflepuff and it gave him Gryffindor. He hoped they did not expect him to learn how to roar.

This was a Neville scarred. This was a Neville who would still get a rememberall and still forget it in his room two days out of five, who would eat a Weasley treat and turn into a canary, who would take Ginny Weasley to the Yule Ball and not once step on her toes.

This was a Neville who had had long conversations with the garden snakes in his backyard as a child and who had snuck them bits of his breakfast, kept track of which little serpent liked soft boiled eggs and which would dare to try a bit of sausage if he wiggled it properly. When he first got to Hogwarts, lonely, a lion in lamb’s fleece, Neville hid out behind the greenhouses and made friends with the snakes who curled on the warm rocks there.

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Link/Link Show or Old hair vs.New hair.
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some of my personal favorite highlights from the Osomatsu-san seiyuu commentary on Episode 12

youkyan’s own opinions on karamatsu:


according to the others, onodai letting jyushimatsu’s popularity get to his head and adding too many adlibs…

…only for them all to be rejected:


the seiyuu of the elder matsus discussing how karamatsu might have gotten his tanktop:


youkyan apparently being the type that’s no good at making himself stop laughing once he’s started, to the point where he can’t even say his own lines:


miyu asking fukujun to read ichimatsu’s “nomination scenes” out loud, just to emphasize how terrible they are in comparison:


the seiyuu of the younger matsus commenting that ESP Kitty is maybe not as touching of a story as it seems, because it’s really rooted in bad intentions:


the younger matsus’ seiyuu trying to contemplate why totty’s a virgin if he’s “so good with women”…


fukujun’s love for the Iconic Totty Face:


youkyan pressuring onodai into saying a likely-totally-OOC adlib for jyushimatsu:


and finally, the two groups of seiyuu insulting one another:

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↳Yasusada, Hotarumaru and Sayo

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@goldardeos​ replied to your post “i recall talks going about so like, im putting this out here I…”

I feel this omg the time in Yharnam is DEFINITELY really wonky and doesn’t make a lot of sense like. Sure TECHNICALLY it’s only one night but i think it’s like one of those stories where you’re in the fairy realm for like. years and then when you go back home it’s been like. 5 minutes. You come into yharnam and sure it seems like one night but you leave yharnam and it’s been 10 years

yEAAH, (tho im ngl i always picture it as like, everyone around them in the city is unaffected by the time, and if the hunter is heavy on beasthood/blood-addiction, they’re also unaware, but otherwise after xx long night, they get out of the place to find it’s literally.. just been a night. That’s it. It must’ve just been.. a nasty dream?)
I’ve honestly always seen Yharnam, in the moment The Good Hunter arrives, as a sort of vacuum tbh?? veRY MUCH LIKE THE faIRY rEALms, but i think the environment definitely eases the citizens into those kinds of states too.
like drastic elongation of nights, for instance, i picture is an uncommon but widely unquestioned occurrence? A phenomenon mostly due to the Great Ones, but like, that’s hardly even brought up

I mean Yharnam functions a lot as a vacuum in several other ways? A coastal city yet is somehow Cut off from others, it’s hard to get to, the most known concept from it is a supposed miracle cure whispered about outside the walls , yet there are seemingly no aggressions from outside religions or cities or groups and somehow they’ve established a pervasive culturally-encouraged intolerance for outsiders entirely built on?? the fact they weren’t ??born there?? I gUess, maybe they sniff outsiders and just can teLL (which i mean, is xenophobia, not uncommon, but for christs sake the game made a point to mention how they made Valtr, Lord of Beast Feasts, into A Cherished Fable About Why All Outsiders Are Fucking Idiots)

DON'T QUIT SOCIAL MEDIA

So the Internet has been completely swept up by the Essena O'Neill story and her reasons for quitting social media. And although I believe she has some extremely valid points, I just wanted to say a few things. I definitely agree with Essena that people are certainly taking social media too seriously and get too wrapped up in numbers. And I’ve been there. Over all my social media platforms (that being, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr etc.,) I have a few thousand “followers,” which may not be a lot to some people, but I definitely do not know that many people in real life. And I’m not claiming to be social media famous in any way because, let’s be honest, there’s probably nobody reading this right now. But the point I’m trying to make is, having a thousand followers on Twitter hasn’t made me any happier or made my life any better than it was when I had 50 followers. With that being said, however, I love social media. And I love following thousands of people from all around the world with unique experiences and stories to share. Social media has helped me become aware of so many things that I would have otherwise been ignorant to. Social media has helped educate me on other cultures and events around the world and even things happening in my own country. So please, don’t stop posting your experiences or sharing your stories. Make the most of the resources and technology that we do have, but don’t get caught up in all of it. Don’t search for validation from random strangers on the Internet (or from anyone, for that matter). And to the people who have been able to transform a simple app that millions of people have access to into a business for themselves…congratulations! Use your platform, share your voice! But don’t lose sight of what’s important. If you’re going to post things, post them for yourself or for the memories. Don’t post them for the likes/retweets/approval of others. This is also a reminder to myself…so the next time I second guess a filter or a caption or whether or not I can post two selfies in a row, I can remember that how other people perceive this photo isn’t what’s important. The number of likes or followers aren’t important. But it’s about being creative or sharing parts of your day with your friends and family (I’m making the assumption that your followers are automatically considered friends lol). So when you’re having these unique experiences, snap a pic, edit it, change the contrast, crop it, do whatever you want. But don’t let that hinder you from enjoying the moment. Don’t let getting the “perfect” shot stop you experiencing life. So let’s learn from Essena’s story. Maybe for you, it’s right to turn your phone off for an hour or two each day. Let’s remember that the numbers on a screen do not equate to having a “perfect” life.

blue like I’ve never known, dark grey (and all alone)

It’s official: I have descended the farthest of the far into loser detective hell. Some disclaimers: 1) Daphne Simmons is based on a character from think once, think twice by ao3 user Fahye (which I highly recommend) - but, yeah, all rights go to them for Daphne Simmons 2) title’s from Taylor Swift and I totally am aware that that was literally one throwaway line in The Unsolvable Case but tbh it has fuel this fic, so taylorswift​ thanks for your rad music (and @ Jake thanks for having fab taste in music), and, 3) I have never actually seen Die Hard (there are four of them?!?!). Basically, the motivation for this fic was mostly based on Teddy’s comments from The Roadtrip in season two, about how Amy liked Jake back before he left. Also, this might just be me, but tbh light-hearted tone of the show aside i reaaaally have to admit that I think Jake’s going undercover with the mafia was a little more dangerous and gritty than the show suggested. Hence: Amy Santiago worries. Finally, thanks SO MUCH to star-vault-ofthe-heavens​ for proofreading this for me last minute - you are LITERALLY the greatest ever. *salutes*

He’s been gone two weeks when she first notices the tension in her shoulders.

She comes in to work exactly on time, not a second before or after the clock, crossing the bullpen and sitting down at her desk just as she’s done almost every other day for the past eight years.

And then she stops. And flexes her shoulders, because they’re feeling uncomfortably tight. Her hand presses against the desk and Amy takes a deep breath.

She realizes, then: she’s waiting for something.

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More SEALEDSchool!AU student council Toya/Sho (As much as I love Sho/Agito there’s absolutely nothing on Toya/Sho so watch me throw more into the void)

It’s hard to characterize Toya sometimes, because I have to remember that he’s been held on a high pedestal all his life and has been isolated as a result. He has this mature, calm demeanor that echoes loneliness and I tried to convey that in the comic

I think if Sho is the first one to fall between them, it’ll be him moving from admiration (which is something Toya is familiar with and tired of, but Sho has no idea) to wanting to be something more to Toya

And I feel despite how Sho struggles to hide what he’s feeling Toya is observant enough to pick up on it (and he likes to tease in a very subtle way)

And extra based off a-crowded-nest‘s George’s Anime Club headcanon (I couldn’t help myself)

and that’s when Sho realized he probably fell for a kinda scary guy 

Did you ever read the booklet with the game (digital booklet for vita players like me) Toya apparently learned to handle finances of big companies at a young age that totally changed my mind about his perception of money (so I imagine him to be kinda scary when it comes to it)

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Anonymous said:

Do you think there’s any connection between Dean’s sickness in 11x10 and what happened with Amara after she consumed the angel? Meant to underscore their “connection”? Or simply the result of consuming an angel (which, if I’m remembering right, we haven’t seen her do before)????

Hey dear!

I think it makes sense to assume they are having a similar reaction after the smiting given their “bond”. There are a few different possibiltiies that crossed my mind.

1) Amara is having this reaction, because she was just getting her powers back and overestimated herself.

2) Consuming an angel has side effects - the one pictured above - which is why commonly she does not consume angels. Angelic grace differs in so far as demons still once were human, angels on the other hand have never been human, so I suppose there might be a different. Also: Seeing this reaction of her one has to wonder if it will truly be like I have spculated crazily about before that the only way to “kill” or “defuse” the Darkness will be from the inside out. Meaning, maybe the only way to fight her is to let her consume Dean’s soul for example, but it’s Dean’s own light (or the grace of one specific angel who’s called the lightbringer) - the light in the darkness - that will take away her powers.

3) Dean and Amara experience similar symptoms, because the smiting incident did somewhat shake their connection. Meaning: the reason they feel sick, or off-center is because there is the other one missing to balance it out. I kind of could imagine that the collective angel smiting may have had a similar effect on Dean and Amara’s relationship (which was characterized to be like mind control) as touching the angel tablet had for Castiel and Naomi’s relationship (which was also characterized like mind control). In the promo we have seen a shot of Amara looking very alarmed and shocked at someone, that could be Dean, who is able to resist her. In short: I think the angel smiting may have helped Dean not being so helpless against Amara’s control.

The clique really isn’t a ‘safe space’ anymore. Every two seconds, half the clique are turning their backs on each other.

‘Members’ of the clique, have started to say rude and offensive things to other members who are slightly annoyed at both josh and tyler for not showing support for marriage rights for the lgbtq+ community in America.

Almost every other person has commented on this event, but there is time as its only been a day.

However, if you’re going to attack people for being annoyed, what kind of person does that make you? Definitely not someone who deserves to be apart of the clique.

Defending them by saying, ‘it’s their religious beliefs’ is nonsense. Other religious believers e.g. Dallon Weekes have shown support. And if they stick by their religious beliefs the most important rule is to ‘love thy neighbour’.

The clique need to set aside their differences, and need to seriously start supporting each other, because before you know it there’ll be no clique left.

Hunting The Hunter

It had been quite a long drive until Lia reached the location of her new hunt. It was the night after her arrival and she had spent the day interviewing the people who knew the man who disappeared and the woman who was killed. So far she couldn’t quite place what kind of hunt this was, but she had a couple guesses. 

All she knew was that she needed a few drinks before heading back to her motel room for a long night’s rest. She sat at the bar alone with her glass in hand that she had quickly drained, she tried to catch the bartender’s eye to ask for another one.

Blogrates!


To be quite honest, I have been gone for a while, on a unofficial hiatus so to speak, and I kinda felt a bit bad for ditching tumblr like that, and for that I'm terrible sorry! 

So yeah, I decided to do some blogrates, its been quite a long time since my last rates, and guys, I’m really close to 2k followers, HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

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  • Must be following this weirdo.
  • Reblog this post.
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