“We all have one thing in common - we want to be loved for who we are. We need to celebrate our differences. For instance, I’m gay. I’m not bragging about it but I’ve always been afraid to say it and I’m not anymore. I want this place to be a safe space where everyone feels free to be themselves. Welcome to Degrassi.”
…And to celebrate said milestone, I give you content I swore I would never delve into (the game’s grown on me a little, but it’s still a little meh when it comes to replayability). Well, shit. So with that said, here’s the “Pathfinder” hair in loving maxis-match, named after – well I mean it’s pretty obvious, y’know :P
It’s BGC, has all LODs, hat compatibility and all the EA-base colors you can imagine (that’s 18 colors if you can’t imagine them all :P).
Oh, and for the record, my version of Ryder is the first sim pic on the top :P
This is just part 1, still got two more gifts to add to this, so keep an eye out (the next one is a Mass Effect character. I wonder who👀)
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.
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.
And when Holly was
long gone, soaring beneath the hallway’s ancient oak beams, Artemis
said, ‘I don’t like lollipops.’
It was a woefully
inadequate response, and Artemis was instantly appalled with himself.
Pathetic really: I don’t like lollipops. No self-respecting
criminal mastermind would be caught dead even using the word
lollipops. He really would have to put together a database of witty
responses for occasions such as this.
Tumblr prompt: runaway prince!simon and
Two weeks from his coronation and three
from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found
himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand
as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the
concrete walkway in shattered fragments.
“You’re a little far from the palace” A
slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw
“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize
for not bowing” The boy snorted.
“Please, just leave me alone” Simon
Simon is always looking for excuses to be near
Raphael. When he finally finds a suitable excuse, he walks in on Raphael doing
something that Simon would have never thought Raphael would do. He was cooking.
Corazón—His heart. He loves Simon so much it hurts.
His beauty, his optimism, it’s a sea of good and Raphael does nothing but dive
right in. And he is not ashamed, because Simon is a gift. God’s gift, and
sometimes Raphael can’t believe what they have together is real, but when Simon
leans down and kisses him, hands running through each other’s hair skimming
down backs, and gripping hips, Raphael lives in every sense and knows that this
Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than
anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again.
“That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the
material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen.
“You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”
'Kasa, who said 'I love you' first? You or Sasha?
Sasha did and it was more she blurted it out during sex.
Wait, really? * eyes wide* but like wasn't that I dunno? Due to orgasm brain or something?
*snorts* Orgasm brain, okay. Well we did pause on the sex for her to confess she wanted to say it the whole day, and it wasn't planned to be blurted out while I was knuckles deep in her--
*waving her hands, red faced* Woah! Woah, okay! I get it! So it wasn't planned, and she wanted to say it before you both did it like rabbits. How did that make you feel though?
Amazing, elated. Everything positive and radiating and good you can think of, I felt it. *pauses, cheeks a noticeable pink* Honestly, I would have even if we were doing nothing, but sitting next to each other and she said it.
That's...well that's comforting then.
*cranes her head to look at Historia questioningly* Are you waiting for Ymir to say it?
*sighs* She's always the first to say it, even before we dated. *pouts* But the thing is I haven't yet, and well you know me. I can be a...uh...
*snorts* A perfectionist. Yeah, that sounds like you.
*hits Mikasa's shoulder with a laugh* Rude, much? Anyways, yeah. She says it, but I want it to be the right time? For it to feel...I dunno, right?
There is no 'right time' ya know? It's how she makes you feel is what matters, and honestly you love her enough to ask me about it.
...you're right, I do! *jumps up out of her seat* I'm going to go tell my freckled asshole of a girlfriend that I love her! Thank you, 'Kasa.
* watching her sprint away* No problem, His'!
*hums a happy tune* So, Ymir bragged that Historia went down on her after she finally said 'I love you' and I didn't have the heart to tell her I beat her to that with you. Funny how it was similar though.
*chokes a little on her drink* Yeah, uh...funny how that worked out.
*sighs* I love that you helped them out, babe.
*laughs* I'm not even surprised you knew, and I did my best.
*winks* I know, and I love you for it. Also, now Ymir can quit whining! *grins happily* So there's a silver lining after all.
Title:Lost In Your Arms (Tales of the Special Branch series, book 1 of 3) Author:Femmequixotic Final Word Count: 257,686 Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: Oh so fucking NC-17, babes. Like 60K of his has to be sex. I mean it. Characters: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini Summary: Three months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter–or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear–everything he’s worked so hard for–and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He’ll make the right choice, won’t he? Who is he kidding? He’ll ruin everything, as per usual. Bad choices and the name Malfoy go hand in hand. (Prequel is here, ~15K.)
Well, folks, here it is. I’ve just posted the very last chapter of Lost In Your Arms, all 44K of it, and the novel’s now marked complete. You can read chapter ten here or (for those of you who I know were waiting until it was no longer a WIP) start from chapter one.
At 257,686 words, this story is officially longer than Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix which clocks in at 257,045 words and is the longest book in the HP series. (So you can’t say this fic’s too long to read–you’ve all read that book, I know, LOL. *side eyes everyone*) I really can’t believe it turned out this long; when I first planned it, I thought it might be 120K at most. Shows you how much I know. GOD HELP ME I STILL HAVE TWO MORE BOOKS TO WRITE IN THIS SERIES. WTF. I HAVE OUT JKR’ED JKR WHEN IT COMES TO WORD COUNT. IN 10 WEEKS. I CAN’T EVEN. *breathes into paper bag*
This has been a wild ride for the past ten weeks. There were times I wasn’t certain I’d make my weekly deadline, but I did, and I have to give huge thank yous to @noeeon and sassy_cissa for being there with me on this journey and providing advice, sympathy, prodding, plotting, and editing along the way. They are my rocks, and this story wouldn’t have been finished without them.
I also want to say thank you to those of you who’ve been reading along with me. Your love of this story and your wonderful, beautiful, amazing comments have sustained and supported me along the way, and I can’t tell you how incredibly happy each one of you has made me. Your thoughtfulness and insight kept me going during difficult writing moments and influenced this story more than you might think. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for coming along on this ride with me. I hope you’ll join me on the next one. I’m throwing myself into starting chapter one of book two tomorrow. \0/ After I go drink a lot of wine tonight. Because DAMN GIRL that’s a lot of words for 10 weeks.
Which reminds me. LIYA is only book one of three planned for this series. I know. I’ve obviously gone round the twist. But I love these boys and I love Pansy and I love Blaise, and it’s making me wicked happy to write their stories. This is the team of my heart. More than I can even articulate. I fell back in love with them all writing this story, and I plan to be here with them for a little wihle longer.
The next installment will start posting on Saturday, June 3. You can follow me here on Tumblr for updates orsubscribe to the series on AO3. Let’s face it. It’ll probably be long too, lolz.
prompt: Shawn & (y/n) managed to go from ‘dream couple’ to a messy relationship in front of the cameras, and Shawn doesn’t seem to accept that his ex has decided to move on with the one and only, Justin Bieber.
Shawn could feel his cheeks heating up as Ellen started a game of Who’d You Rather.
“Rihanna or Sophia Bush?” Ellen asked and pictures of both women appeared on the screen behind him.
“Sophia Bush, no doubt.” he said confidently.
“Hmm, looks like you had your mind already done,” she teased him. “Okay, Sophia Bush or Kendall Jenner?”
“Sophia Bush.” he answered with a hint of laughter on his voice.
“Wow, you’re very sure of yourself.” Ellen said and he shrugged. “Sophia Bush or Margot Robbie?”
“Oh, no! You can’t do that!” he said making the audience laugh. “Ugh, Margot Robbie.” he answered and the audience ooh-ed.
“Margot Robbie or Camila Cabello?” Ellen asked and Shawn shook his head.
“Camila is a friend, so…” he started but the host interrupted him.
“She sure is,” Ellen said, earning laughs from the audience. “So, Camila or…”
“You didn’t let me finish!” Shawn complained laughing.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s my show,” Ellen joked. “Camila Cabello or (y/n) (y/l/n)?”
Shawn felt his cheeks heating up profusely. “They both are very good friends…”
“Oh, is there something you aren’t telling me, Shawn?” Ellen asked.
“No! Of course no.”
“Then answer the question.” Ellen said smiling and looking to the screen where there was Camila and you.
Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. “(y/n), she’s amazing.” he answered and everyone seemed happy with his answer.
“Then I guess we have a winner!” Ellen announced as another picture of you filled the large screen. “Shawn Mendes everybody!”
The Colt is back (gonna be honest, I don’t even remember how the Winchesters lost it in the first place).
Azazel wasn’t the only yellow-eyed demon. Two more are still out there. For the briefest second I had hoped that it was Azazel we saw tonight. Now I’m having a ton of Azazel feels because I miss him so much.
Cas said “I love you” before saying “I love all of you” because that first one was obviously directed at just Dean.
LUCY!!! And, even better, MARK!LUCY!!! I was not expecting that.
It’s like they knew I was going to have a yucky day today so they chose to air this particular episode tonight.