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A discreet Portkey was set up for him once a year.  It was usually an empty bottle brought up from the kitchen, except for the time Fred Weasley managed to enchant all the bottles to hide themselves around the castle and explode into different colored confetti any time a prefect walked by.  That year, he had to make do with a biscuit tin.

  Anthony often thought that he’d just skip it.   He was usually only just digging into his classes for the year, and there was always at least three essays he would have to finish when he got back.  He sometimes started to write the letter to his mum telling her he’d be staying at Hogwarts before the guilt would overwhelm him.

  The truth was, he wasn’t sure he believed in any of it any more.  He lived in a world where bushes really did catch fire without flame, where water could be made to spurt from a stone.  Those wonderful, terrifying tales he grew up with could really be true- and that made him question his faith.

  But he went.  Every year.

  Every year, he felt the jerk under his navel, landed dizzily in the field behind his house.  Every year he entered the warm kitchen, smelling of freshly baked challah and sweet apples.  Every year he helped his mother clean up after dinner, licking the honey off the spoon she offered him as a treat.

  Every year he recited the same prayers, sung the same melodies, told the same lies to the friends and neighbors he saw at shul.  Every year, he felt the slight dizziness and unreality that came with fasting.  Every year, he watched as tears rolled down his mother’s cheek as she recited the Yizkor for his father.

  Every year, he cried too.

  And every year, when the kugel had been eaten and the kitchen was in a state of controlled disaster, Anthony Goldstein would kiss his mother on the cheek, gather up the leftovers she had neatly wrapped for him, and walk out to find the empty bottle in the middle of the field.

  And returned to the real world.

(Source: thejdc.convio.net)

L'shanah tovah, lovely followers!  May your new year be sweet and full of joy.

of course i have a lot of pent-up rage you fool i’ve been the same height since i was 12

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

mythology family ♥︎ menthe for @221bcecil

in greek mythology, menthe was a cocythian nymph, and beloved by hades, was metamorphosed by persephone into a mint plant, or, according to others, she was changed into dust, from which Hades caused the mint plant to grow forth.

Headcanon that Teddy was never really into sports, especially Quidditch. He had a passing interesting to support Ginny and James but that was all.

But somewhere around the time James turned 18, left Hogwarts and joined his first professional league Teddy realized he was arse over tit in love with him. So he started paying a lot more attention at the matches he went to with Harry, start casually asking if he could watch one of James’s team practices, and basically taking more than a passing interesting both because it mattered to James and because the game took on a whole new level of interest in the person he was secretly dating was one of the people up in the air. He found he suddenly cared very much whether James’s teammates were capable of protecting their seeker and what the other team’s formations were like.

And that’s when Harry starts to notice. Because suddenly Teddy is at every match, and rattling off statics when they go out to the chippy after work. But it’s not until James is at an away game, Harry and Teddy sitting on the sofa listening to the game on the wireless as a string of expletives leave Teddy’s mouth every time anyone comes remotely near James that all the pieces click into place.

“So,” Harry starts conversationally, “Can you believe McGee nearly knocked James off his broom.”

“Thundering Turbocunt,” Teddy hissed, wrapping his hands around his Guinness.

“They said they’re replacing Swift with McMillion for beater,” Harry said, sipping his beer and trying not to laugh.

“Fucking terrible call. Swift can’t protect James for shit. Are they trying to kill their best player?”

“Rumor has it they might put Flint in as the starting seeker next week instead of James,” Harry lied, watching as Teddy jumped off the couch and spilled his stout on his jeans.

“Fucking arseholes! They wouldn’t dare!”

“So,” Harry said, dropping his beer on the coffee table and smiling at Teddy, “How long have you been in love with James?”

“Wait, what?” Teddy spluttered, choking on his drink as Harry laughed. 

“She drifted towards the bedroom, on her way to have a bath or take a nap or start a war.”

ya lit meme: ½ antagonists

List of actual canonical things that Adam and Ronan are into and can be kinkshamed for, with textual evidence and sources cited in MLA format. All of these are 100% author confirmed:

Adam Parrish

Competency kink

“The two-minute disparity prematurely aged Adam Parrish. He liked it when people knew how to do their jobs.”

When Ronan gets his farmer chores done in an efficient matter? Oh boy. Adam cannot be more turned on. 

Adam Parrish, a known sapiosexual,

Derisively, Ronan said, “No. The ancient Greeks didn’t have a word for blue.” “What the hell, Ronan?” said Adam.

Ronan’s eyes followed the progress of the silent night horror. In a low voice, he said, “volat nullos strepitus facientibus.” “Fuck,” whispered Adam back, furiously. “Is that Ovid?”

Gets really hot and bothered when Ronan displays his knowledge about dead languages and Latin literature in a pretentious manner. Also when Ronan starts talking about the complexities of farming. 

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fleur delacour falling in love with bill weasley because he sees her. his youngest brother looked and went hair-eyes-teeth-legs, thought body, thought sex. her whole life, men have been looking and seeing a thing, not a girl. since she turned thirteen and bud-breasts pressed up against her shirts and boys at school wanted to sit close, men back home lingered too long in hugs.

until she was fifteen she dressed herself in shame before she put any clothes on at all. wore everything a few sizes too big, a few inches too long. draped herself in thick fabrics to hide the body beneath them. never learned that hot eyes on her were the fault of their owners, not her. took the uncomfortable stares and the endless flirtation as a fact of life. was fourteen the first time she dared to say “stop looking!” and met only laughter.

it’s not until she’s nearly sixteen and her sister is turning ten that she sees eyes begin to slide over her and to gabrielle. a friend of their father’s, not even that deep into a bottle of wine, caresses a child-round cheek and murmurs a line from lolita, eyes too bright and lips too dry. gabrielle flickers a panicked glance around the room. that look is so familiar. the same hour fleur switches her baggy sweatshirt for a crop top and rolls her skirt over two inches. 

they will look at her. never at her sister.

at school, the same. at home, the same. slowly, she learns to be less ashamed of the looking. to play to the object they expect her to be. she comes to scotland and she’s the centre of attention. they hear her name pulled out of  the goblet of fire and all anyone wants to talk about is her legs in that skirt. she defeats a dragon and boys whisper all the dirty things they want to do to her just moments after they finish comparing cedric’s charmwork to krum’s reflexes to harry’s flying. they watch her pass in the hallways and their eyes glaze over like she’s a thing put there for their pleasure. 

fleur lifts her head high and lets the stares keep coming.

then she meets bill weasley, and not long after he asks her how she’s doing. asks it like he really means it, like it matters to him that she still gets nervous going around blind corners, that vines make her skin crawl and that the green flash of a hex makes her mind go too blank with fear to defend herself. he brings her a bottle of his favourite whiskey and sinks deep into it, tells her about his life and his job and asks about that night in the maze she doesn’t think about. he doesn’t look at her legs even once.

the next time she brings him her favourite wine and they share it. she’s giggling and silly by the end of the evening and he laughs with her, laughs at her like an equal and not like a thing he wants to fuck. he takes her to her door and leaves her in the care of her friends and he doesn’t do it because he thinks it’ll make scoring easier next time. doesn’t decide his actions based on which will result in sex the fastest.

he doesn’t ask her out until he’s laid himself bare for her, doesn’t even touch her until she reaches down and presses her fingers into his. the first night she feels brave enough to go home with him he keeps her up at the kitchen table until three am telling her all the things he likes about her. her physical appearance doesn’t even make the top one hundred. he says, how much you love your sister. how fierce you look when i take the last croissant. that funny french way you roll your ‘r’s. how you try to tell me jokes but laugh too much to finish them. how you know exactly how many children you want, and the precise shade of blue you’ll use to decorate your nursery. the bravery of you. the way your mind moves so fast sometimes i can’t keep up with it. the fact that i think you could do my job ten times as effectively as i can. they fall asleep on top of his covers, fully clothed, and the next morning fleur has to say yes i want this i am sure that i want this ten times before he starts to undress her.

his family call her all the things she’s heard a million times before. fleur lifts her head high and lets the insults keep coming. his brothers still sometimes look at her like they’ve forgotten to see a person, his mother mutters under her breath about fleur’s lack of suitability, his sister takes every opportunity to express her dislike. they see her beauty and they think they know her. they watch her move and they think she’s nothing more than her body and face. 

but bill weasley sees her. and fleur will not let anything—not a war, not lycanthropy, not a disapproving family—take him away from her.

Boyfriend Jungkook

Masterlist

Dates

Your first date was at the arcade

He thought you would complain but oh boy was he wrong

Once you stood in that damn arcade, you let your inner nerd out

“Oh my god! This is from like the 50s! This is amazing!” 

He’d be amazed about how much you know about games. He fell for you hard that night.

Date nights would be really chill with him

You’d go to Hongdae, get some food, buy some weird things you don’t even need.

He’d insist to pay for everything

One time you paid for your food and he got upset and didn’t talk to you for 10 minutes

When you feet hurt, he’d either carry you or give you his shoes even though they’re too big

He’d end up giving you a piggy back ride or throw you over his shoulders

Dates would be filled with teasing and making fun of your Korean, because you sometimes pronounce things weirdly

You’d make fun of him if his satoori came out

Skinship and Affection

This boy is too shy to even look at you if you’re in public

Nevertheless, he’d hold your waist if it starts to get too crowded

When you’re alone, that’s when he can’t keep his hands off you

He’d be grabbing your butt constantly, squeezing and pinching it

He loved your reaction to it so it became a habit of his

LOVES touching your boobs while you’re cuddling

He’d just cup one of your boobs lazily as you’re watching tv

I can imagine Jungkook showing his affection in a really cheesy way

Like he’d get you flowers once in a while

Buy you random jewelry because he thought it would look good on you

LOVES HUGGING OH MY DAYS

Loves kissing you on your shoulder and cheek because your skin just feels so soft

The boys would tease him whenever he’d call you “jagi” “nae sarang” or “my princess”

He’d blush really hard and hide his face in the crook of your neck which just made you giggle uncontrollably.

You reached the state in which he called you a “bitch” and you called him “bastard” or “Asshole”

But if someone else insulted you… OH SHIT BOI RUN 

Sex

You were his first and he was your first

Both of you were just so awkward and didn’t know what to do at first

Of course he had everything planned out perfectly but when it came to actually doing the dirty, he was freaking out

He didn’t even know how to take your bra off

Your first time was slow and careful. Both of you needed to get used to the new feeling. (it was great tbh)

Now, when he’s in the bedroom with you, he’s even more confident than ever before

Loooooooves teasing the fuck out of you until you beg for him to stop

The room would be filled with a mixture of giggles and moans

Can be a dom but also a sub. Depends on his mood, and yours of course.

Since he’s so young he’d be up to trying new things

He always wanted to try to handcuff you to the bed while he takes you from behind

Just the thought of it drove him insane

So when you said yes to his idea he didn’t know how to react (404 Jungkook error)

“How about we try this position?”

“Are you on a kama sutra website?”

“….yes”

Fights

Honestly, your fights would be about him playing hIS GOD DAMN GAMES TOO MUCH

Of course you didn’t mind him playing, you were actually quite supportive of his hobby, but his health was getting affected by it

“Babe your posture is so fucking bad. You look like Quasimodo”

“You look like Ursula, that’s not better”

After you kind of calmed down, he’d start to tease you in a loving way just to hear you laugh again

He’d be the first to apologize 

He hated seeing you upset and all he wanted was to make you happy again

You can’t stay mad at him for long, especially when he flashes you one of his precious bunny smiles.

When he’s away

He’d be so dramatic about him having to leave

Like you HAD TO DRAG HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE SO HE WOULDN’T MISS HIS FLIGHT

He’d pretend like he’s going off for war but his dramatic ass just made you laugh so much

But seriously though, he’d practically die without you

“You don’t know how to cook a god damn egg?” Jin would ask him angrily

“(Y/N) always cooks them for me”

He’d annoy his hyungs about how much he misses you and especially your cuddles

You were quite busy yourself so you couldn’t talk a lot 

but when you did, calls would last for hours 

And of course, he’d tease you about the way your messy hair looked and how you looked without makeup

You missed it so much

He wouldn’t necessarily do dirty talk while being on the phone or FaceTime because he didn’t want anyone to hear

But be prepared to get a lot of sexting when he missed you tad bit too much. 

All his calls and texts would end with “I love you my princess” or “Don’t you dare dream about anyone else but me you bitch”

when u first read the secret history it’s like oh, what an elegant and deep piece of literature. and then ur like…………bunny steals a frozen cheesecake from someone on financial aid. charles gets high and kills a bee at the funeral of his friend, who he helped to murder. henry didn’t know that people landed on the moon. richard thinks he’s straight. francis is hesitant that their alibi is going to the theater because he doesn’t want people to think he went to see such terrible movies. “and as we leave donne and walton on the shores of metahemeralism, we wave a fond farewell to those famous chums of yore.“ what the hell is going on in this book