Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade

“Do you know what it’s like to be named for the dead?” James asks his father in the middle of one of many arguments. “Do I remind you of a man we’ve never met? Am I in honor of someone you watched die? Because I don’t want it.” When James Sirius Potter looks at himself in the mirror, he sees a mess of reddish brown curls and slightly askew glasses and freckles everywhere. He sees hands that climb trees and grip tightly to broomsticks. He sees his mother’s smile and hears his father’s voice. Because James seems like the thick goofball of the family, but he reads history book after history book, wishing to never repeat the sins of their fathers. If he saw any of James Potter he wouldn’t recognize him at all, and maybe, he fears, that’s where he falls short.

“Do you know what it’s like to be named for the dead,” Albus says one day to Rose as they sit by the Great Lake. “Names of men who I think aren’t the heroes I’ve been told about. Men I’m told are brave but seem just as bad as the rest.” Albus Severus Potter loves being called Al and having his hair ruffled by his friends. He loves sitting on high ledges and looking out at the vast sky and thinking about what is on the other side of the earth. Albus Potter sticks his nose in old books and keeps to himself and has no desire for greatness in any form. He doesn’t want to lead a war or be a spy. He wants to be Al and bake with his grandmother on Sundays and give his sister piggyback rides. And, most days, that feels like admitting failure. 

“Do you know what it’s like to be named for the dead,” Lily shouts one day with tears in her eyes. “I’m not her, I’m not her, I’m not her,” she repeats over and over again. Because Lily Luna Potter is a Slytherin and brutal and fierce and full of fire and made of stone. She is not soft and kind - she is not the woman who saved her child from death. Because she can be selfish and harsh and unforgiving. She spends her mornings running through the icy, frozen woods and her nights leaning over windowsills because the rush is just right.  Lily Potter will fight to the death, but for no one but herself. And does that make her somehow distorted, she wonders as she flips through photo after photo of a young woman with pretty eyes she doesn’t have and gentle hands that she will never understand. 

“Do you know what it’s like to be named for the dead?” Fred chokes through sobs as he rushes past his mother. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be named for someone who haunts us every day and every night? Can you imagine being named for someone you can never look like because of your skin?” Because Fred Weasley ties up his wild dark hair into a thick ponytail when it’s time to play Quidditch and sees deep brown eyes when he looks at his reflection. Because Fred is dark skinned like his mother and will never look like his namesake, and is he resented for that? Is it worse to look like the brother that his father lost or to not resemble someone he loved at all? Because, most days, Fred is already different than the rest of his cousins and friends. Fred loves to laugh and play the highest caliber of pranks, because Fred is a Weasley…but that is something that no one can physically see, and that’s what’s the most terrifying. 

“I know what it’s like to be named for the dead,” Teddy tells them all at some point, his hands on their shoulders or pulling them into a tight hug. “I know what it’s like to remind the person you love of all who they’ve lost. How much it hurts.” Because Teddy Lupin is named for a man who was killed alone and frightened in the woods over twenty years ago. He is his mother when he decides he likes the color pink and his father when his eyes morph into an almond amber. Because he is an orphan and no different from Harry…and he can understand how their father feels, because he wishes to honor those who died for him, too. Because he knows he is nothing like Ted Tonks, and yet his name carries a piece of his grandfather with him and that’s why Grandmother can only call him “Teddy,” otherwise she’d burst into tears. Because Teddy Lupin lives in between Harry and George and their children - born into war and only knowing peace. And so Teddy understands exactly what it is to be named for the dead, and knows exactly why it is so important to do so. 

And even as he tries to tell them all this, he feels hot tears running down his cheeks and wonders to his parents, who have never been there, “Do you know what it is to be named for the dead?” 

Thist this all of this!!!!! Sometimes i ship things with large age gaps, where one of the characters may be kind of young by some standards. And sometimes the characters are adopted siblings and sometimes the charcacters have been toxic to eachother in canon and sometimes they are completely ‘normal’ and the same age and fine.

But at this point ive been demonized so much that I barely even talk about it outside of specific cirlces. 

Is it me or is the anti movement... really american? We have that stereotype over here that americans are super uptight about sex and super shy about it and obsessed with purity and hiding it from the children and stuff. Idk as a european it always striked me as a product of american culture

it’s very, very American. While there are certainly antis who aren’t American, many of them are.

I have a lot of theories as to why this is, but a lot of them are covered in this post: anti-shipping as the cool new trend (while it’s mostly about the age bracket of anti-shippers as of June 2017 (this time last year), it’s an americentric post talking almost entirely about US phenomena).

tl;dr version? anti-shipping is:

the natural result of growing up both LGBT+/queer and marinated in American-flavored Puritan Christianity/purity culture 

with a side order of valuing safety over freedom 

b/c you’ve always had freedom of information 

but you’ve never known a sense of security 

thanks to lifelong internet access 

paired with post-9/11 paranoia.

add a dash of radical feminism/exclusionist thinking

never being taught how to think critically, and

zero education on sex of any kind, and

viola: anti-shippers. 

Hear me out-

Mischa's adoptive parents hearing a bunch of kids in their basement and freak out, thinking Mischa has started a gang and rush down to confront him and they walk in on a highschool choir furiously trying to choreograph a peppy song number about math. And Mischa isnt even the loudest one in the room its some ginger kid

@yourdeepestfathoms

Question: Why didnt they just cut off Dumbledore’s arm when cursed with the withering curse? Is there an actual in-world explanation or was it just for the plot and the drama of Dumbledore asking Snape to kill him?

kaminari !! 💛 ⚡

accidental luisa madrigal fanart 🤣 wasn't my intention but honestly look like her if she wore a shorter skirt and had straighter hair since this is my most anatomically correct person so far, i'll take it!!!

Ok, but picture this, a bisexual Eddie and a gay Steve who's still working out his sexuality. Eddie is trying his best to make Steve feel better but he just isn't getting it.

Eddie: You can like girls and boys Stevie it's ok it's what I am and you don't think any differently of me right?

Steve: No, no, no Eddie you're not getting it. I don't feel anything when all those girls.

Eddie: But you went out with so many girls! You loved Nancy! You told Robin you had a crush on her while very high!

Steve: But I didn't feel anything when Nancy kissed me! And I just thought if I found the right girl it would be ok and my parents would be happy and I'd get married and everyone would be happy!

Eddie: Maybe your asexual! You can still love them and not want to sleep with them! You could still marry a nice girl!

Steve frustrated with his feelings reaches out and pulls Eddie into a kiss. Eddie kisses back and eventually they pull away.

Steve: So that's what it's supposed to feel like.

Eddie: Maybe you're gay.

An angel

in a sea of devils

is a terrifying

prospect to those

who only

know

pain

- My soul is shattered glass but i am not unfix-able

I absolutely love and adore this take, it feels really like its the most real and accurate thing that would happen in this situation, the way you characterized everyone does it perfect justice, especially the way you flashed back and compared Molly losing Fabian and Gideon.

I love love love this so much thank you for sharing!!!!!

Have Mercy on a Mother

Molly is hurt.

She saw her third son argue with his father and leave the house, never intending to come back.

Molly doesn't understand why he would leave? Yes she knows he had an argument with his father but he was in the wrong and Arthur....

Maybe she's not looking at this the right way. Maybe she's not looking at all.

A year and a half has gone by since Percy left the house and the Weasleys live in fear and in separation.

Atleast Bill and Charlie send regular letters.

Bill and Charlie did leave, yes but that's just their wild side. Percy on the other hand was the last one she expected out of all her children to leave home. And the way he left! If anything she had thought the twins would be the rebels.

She thought Percy leaving would have an effect on the family, a change in their dynamics, a conflict but there just wasn't.

Noone besides her cared.

And that scared her like no other.

She had been observing her children but they seemed to show no sign of any kind of care for Percy. If their regular insults of him were anything to go by.

The twins maybe the least. Fred and George seem to send him hate letters or that's what she thinks they're doing. She has not the slightest idea about how they are going about the whole thing.

She had overheard them plotting to send some potion to Percy and then she marched right into their room, claiming to know what in Merlin's name were they trying to pull. To their credit, they were ashamed that they were caught, yet not ashamed about how they were going to send something dangerous their brother!

Molly let them off easy. She shouldn't have but in the midst of a war, punishing them wasn't exactly an option and even if she did, it wouldn't heed any consequenses, would it?

Ron doesn't look bothered either about him leaving. It feels like Ron knew this would happen. Percy did love Ron, more than Ron could ever imagine. She remembers young Percy holding Ron and helping him with his nightmares, how he would lull Ron asleep. He would sing the sweetest lullaby!

Times have changed, haven't they?

Molly really didn't have anything to say. Ron never confided in her. She doesn't really know how Ron feels, he's never been the one to share his feelings, unless it was anger or hunger. Ron's found a new confidant in Harry and she couldn't be happier that Ron has a friend, even then she's afraid that Ron doesn't care about Percy and would refuse to believe that he's his brother.

Oh what's she talking about! He already refuses to acknowledge that Percy's his brother.

She had heard him say it, not only to Harry but to the twins and Ginny as well. Her children think that she's hard of hearing, but she isn't.

It's not fair.

Even her darling Ginny slowly succumbed to her brothers' opinion. Ginny quick to defend Bill but never to defend Percy. She did care in the beginning but now, she sides more often with the twins.

She didn't care either.

All the gifts that Percy had given her from a handmade book to a bracelet were thrown away. More like given away for charity but for Ginny, they were thrown away. Percy had written a book for Ginny, where she was a princess. He used to read it to her every night. She always used to sleep after he read it to her.

And now all that remains of it are memories. Memories that they wish would disappear because of their hatred of him.

Maybe the worst of them all was Arthur.

Arthur did not see any error in his actions or words. Molly had tried multiple times to to approach the topic to Arthur but everytime Arthur was furious and quickly shut her down.

They worked in the same place for Merlin's sake!

A year and a half and an argument that hasn't been resolved. Molly would think that by now either one of them would have gotten over it but it surely doesn't seem this way.

Arthur and Percy were similar, maybe only in physical features to the rest of the world but to her, she saw that it was their similarities that drove them to clash against each other. Angry and stubborn and an ego that needs to be fed.

Molly remembers the first time Percy got glasses. He came home, screaming her name in an urge to tell her something.

"Look Mum, I look like Dad now!" , he had told her proudly teeth sparkling and glasses too big on his nose.

"He insisted on getting those glasses", Arthur told her as he kissed her cheek

And she could see why, Arthur had the same glasses. They did look like each other except Arthur's hair was straight.

Where had that adoration and devotion go? How did it disappear so quickly?

Molly knew Percy wasn't the only one to blame, ever since Arthur had that fight with Malfoy in the shop, it looked like Percy had started to distance himself from his father.

Arthur for his part didn't understand the problem either, but laughing at Percy's expense with hsi other siblings were bound to make matters worse.

How did Molly not see this coming? Had she been so blind to the animosity in her home?

Molly understood sibling fun and rivalry quite well. She had 2 brothers of course.

She would have done anything to bring them back.

But her children wouldn't.

That thought unsettled her deeply, it made her feel fear, she didn't think was possible.

With those thoughts in mind, she set dinner for her family. She called her family down, Ginny and Ron bickering and the twins sniggering.

Arthur, exhausted approached the table as well.

3 spots remained empty.

1 spot that isn't supposed to be.

Molly ate in peace, trying to enjoy but her stomach wouldn't let her. She was worried.

Her children on the other hand were loud and bubbly, talking while eating.

Unsuprisingly, they started making fun of Percy, but in a hushed voice so Arthur couldn't hear. This wasn't the first time they had done this either. For a brother that they despise, they do talk about him more than Bill or Charlie.

Somehow they thought that their mother was deaf.

Well, she wasn't.

"Oi Fred, did you send Percy that "potion"?", Ron asked

"No, Mum interupted us before we could"

"Pity, well you could try agin tonight", Ginny had replied.

"Tell me again, what does the potion do?", Ron asked as he gobbled the potatoes on his plate.

"Well it's supposed to put you into a deep slumber and make your roam in your knickers", George had replied snorting into his hand.

Molly stopped eating. They weren't actually serious are they? They couldn't be.

Or could they? You really did fail as a mother didn't you?

Muriel's voice echoed in her head.

"That's absolutely splendid!", Ginny had remarked.

Even your daughter agrees to this insanity.

Molly had, had enough.

She might be termed as a bad mother for this, she might be out of her mind to do this but she had, had enough of this.

"ENOUGH!"

Her voice had caused all the seated members to flinch. Everyone's gaze was on here.

"'I'm tired. Tired of trying to understand where all this hate towards your brother is coming from."

"Molly what-"

"Please let me speak Arthur. I'm not hard of hearing, I can hear you planning pranks and now I hear about you 2 trying to comatize him?

"Mum-"

"NO. I've had it. I'm trying to understand you because I'm your brother but you as well as I know, a war is coming. A war takes thing. It took my brothers. Do you really want Percy dead?"

There was silence at that word - Dead. But the silence made Molly uneasy.

"Would you really not care if Percy died?"

Everyone bowed their head down in shame, even Arthur who avoided looking at her.

They didn't care if Percy died.

"Oh", Molly gasped.

They really didn't. She had been so blind.

Fabian and Gideon, she missed them, even if they annoyed her, they loved her and she loved them.

Her children just don't love Percy.

She didn't realise she was crying until Arthur called out to her.

Arthur so similar to Percy, yet so different. Arthur didn't care either. He never wanted to talk about him, never about the argument. And it turns out he doesn't care either.

Molly remembers her brothers' body, blood and blood. Oh so much blood, blood that stays no matter how much you clean. Blood.

It was the day after the funeral. Molly couldn't think of anything else besides Fabian and Gideon, how they wouldn't see their new nephew or get to be uncles to Bill, Charlie and Percy again. How she would never be able to hear their voices again or see their smiles.

She would do anything in this world to get them back again.

"Mum?"

She turns around to see young Percy with his hands behind his back, looking at her with concern in his eyes.

"You didn't eat anything so I made a sandwich for you!", a proud Percy presents a cheese sandwich for her.

Molly takes it, she hasn't eaten anything since yesterday, she just doesn't feel like it.

"Do you not like it Mum?", Percy asks.

"Of course, I do, I'm going to eat it now", Molly tries to smile at her son but fails miserably.

"I'm sorry about Uncle Gideon and Fabian, Mum. It wasn't right", Percy's voice becomes low as he says this.

"No it wasn't."

"But you still have to eat Mum! You have a baby! A baby needs nutrition!"

"Nutrition, that's a new word."

"Yes it is. I learnt it all by myself"

"You're my smart boy, Percy."

"I'll always be your smart boy, Mum."

And he is. He's so smart and she was so very proud but he's gone.

And maybe part of it is his fault. But that doesn't mean that they're completely blameless.

For the first time, Molly looks.

And she doesn't like how it looks. But it's the bitter truth she hasn't allowed herself to see. She sees the divide, she sees the family broken, something she convinced herself not to see.

If it was anyone else instead of Percy, would her children care?

They would.

And that makes all the difference in the world.

Molly leaves the Burrow. They plead for her to stay but she doesn't listen anymore. Where was this pleading when it was Percy?

She leaves and maybe that's for the best.

OK, I know I know my other fics are left buuuuuuttttt I'm writing them as you're reading this. Anywayyyyy have this oneshot, which I'm not sure is good really..... But I tried.

This isn't really bashing? I mean I'm trying to keep it realistic and this seems like the best way. You can assume whatever after the ending, it's open.

Have a good day!

Yes! ive never though about this much before but you’re absolutely right! theres no whay that someone as stubborn as ginny or hotheaded as ron would ever let that go overnight! please do continue this is so interesting!!!

What should Percy do if his whole family is against him?

Well not everyone but most of them are.

It's like a faceoff, a civil war really.

It all started after Fred's funeral. They were returning to the Burrow when Ginny asked.

"What about Percy?"

"What about him?"

"Are we just going to let him back?"

Percy knew all was not forgiven. He knew it. He expected this and he doesn't blame them.

"What do you mean?", Mum asked confused and shocked.

"It means he practically disowned us and now he's returning back, it doesn't make sense", Ginny argued.

"Now hold on-" Charlie started to say before being interrupted by Bill.

"I agree with her. He didn't even come to my wedding!"

"Your wedding ended with Deatheaters you buffoon", Charlie rebuffed.

Percy just wanted to disappear at this moment, he had nothing to say for his defense. It's a good thing George had gone inside the house already. Percy doesn't think he could handle this chaos.

"Arthur do something", Mum pleaded as Bill and Charlie blabbered on.

"Unfortunately Molly I agree with Bill and Charlie. He didn't even visit me when the snake almost killed me!"

Oh. The snake. But Percy was there. He did come to see his Dad. Dad was sleeping and Percy just stood there and then left because.. because he didn't know what to do or say.

"Arthur I am disappointed with you. Is now the best time?", Molly shrieked back at Arthur.

"Ginny's right. He even sent that horrid letter to me about how Harry is terrible. How could you Percy? And Umbridge, don't get me started on that cow", Ron argued.

Aah the letter. He's not proud of it. Not at all.

Fleur weasled herself in to the argument as well. She was trying to calm Bill down but he and Charlie were arguing and so is everyone else.

Weasley Civil War.

About him. Funny. He doesn't even want to defend himself from the accusations because they're right. And Fred is dead. Because of him.

"Can we fight later? George needs support right now not this argument about me."

And Percy strided as fast as he could to the Burrow without looking back so he doesn't have to face them.

I might do more on this. Got the inspiration from the fanfic Weasley Family Fallout