Props To Michael Sheen For Doing Such A Brilliant Acting Job That I Actually Believed He Didn’t Absolutely

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

everyone settling into the hotel and figuring out the unsaid rules of cohabitation like

1 - it’s okay for Angel Dust to leave work stuff lying around IF ITS WASHED

2 - if you want a drink you ASK Husk. If you want to die you mess with his drink display

3 - TV is timeshared and if Alastor wants to use his timeslot to turn the tv OFF then no you can’t watch it just because he’s not using it

4 - Niffty can pin up the cockroach kill of the week in the lobby for everyone to wince at but it has to be on the cork board Charlie bought for her and she has to take the old ones down first each time

5 - if you break it you rebuild / replace it. You do NOT upgrade it with weapons while doing so (Sir Pentious THIS MEANS YOU) 5b - as long as it gets rebuilt / replaced no one gets to make a huge deal over something being broken or blown up again (or at Sir Pentious for doing it)

6 - don’t move around the fucking lobby furniture without moving it back afterwards 6b - if it’s in your room then you can do what you want but in all shared spaces the furniture NEEDS to be kept tidy and in proper place unless you want to hear swearing and sounds of violence as Vaggie trips over and throws her spear into a wall in frustration again, ruining the paper 6c - every third time this happens everyone has to sit through another presentation by Charlie explaining how having one eye is different when it’s not huge and in the middle of your head and you’re not basically at ground level

7 - Charlie can sing but only between 10am and 10pm unless it’s an emergency. If she tries singing outside of that whoever’s nearest is allowed to GENTLY hush her 7b - if you hush Charlie at any other time Vaggie will chase you. 7c - the above is NOT a recommended source of healthy exercise (you will have trauma)

8 - and above all have fun and FUCK yourself!

- Whoever changed “be” to “fuck”- it’s okay and you are loved <3

- Platonically. You are loved platonically, by me Charlie, who is writing this while standing next to my beautiful girlfriend.

- hey Charlie puff you alright? Sounds like she had a gun to your head while you were writin’ this XD

- It was more like her lips on my neck but yeah pretty close!

9 - Charlie and Vaggie are not allowed to be gross and cute in common areas they have a room for that sappy shit and need to keep it there thanks

- Homophobia.

- this is hell, toots

- You are literally a gay man Angel Dust

- I contain multitudes. Multitudes of d

- Bonding between friends is WONDERFUL but this is a list of rules not a chat room so let’s end things here ha ha ha ! Great job everyone!!!!

- KILL

- niffty what the fuck did you write that in it wont wash off

- BLOOD~

We as an a society are not the ready for the moment Husk calls Angel by his real name.

Hi hello the old guard have been playing DnD since it became a thing, they just think it's really fun, Andy ALWAYS names her characters Quynh or Lykon and no one can stop her, Booker has refused to play a bard so far but Joe is wearing him down, and Joe ALWAYS DMs. He's good at math, story telling, improv, AND accents. Nicky tries to kiss up to him on his characters behalf all the damn time, but in this and only this Joe is a stone cold fox who doesn't play favorities.

They've had one campaign going since the start, they've all had at least 6 characters, Andy's had nine, and Joe just keeps expanding the world. Quynh (who has been watching via Booker for 3 decades) is so excited to join the party. Nile makes her first druid a few weeks after Merrick's, and Booker is only allowed to call them for weekly sessions.

Nonverbal communication :0

this looks so good!!!!!

Summer of ‘93 - Teaser

- Five Weasley children in one holiday to a country they had never been to before. 1 in 5 were going to majorly fuck up, and the other four would laugh as they were made to clean up the mess.

It was inevitable. 

Though what Percy didn’t know yet, was that he was the 1 in 5. And a certain Oliver Wood was entirely to blame. -

PLAYLIST:

summer depression - girl in red

summertime sadness - lana del rey

wildest dreams - taylor swift

liability - lorde

i’m with you - avril lavigne

sweater weather - the neighbourhood

all around me (acoustic) - flyleaf

follow the cops back home - placebo

style - taylor swift

that’s what you get - paramore

radioactive - marina

(not in order)

COMING SOON. 

please let me know if you’d like to be @’d when the first chapter is released. 

The concept of Big Brother Billy is over looked. IMO i think in that space of time where he tries to be GOOD but needs to practice and work on his anger he'd be a fucking menace.

I NEED TO SEE:

Billy throwing a guy into traffic because he was passing around a polaroid of a naked girl Max's age

Bartender Billy smashing roofied drinks into the skulls of creeps eventually getting demoted to bouncer bc they cant deal with the chaos

Helping joyce carry her groceries to her car and then aggresively bangs on a car that almost runs them over

Shoving the kid's bullies into garbage cans

Billy Hargrove tearing apart someone's car (probably steves lets be honest) bc a kitten got trapped inside

WAY too protective of El and Max. Like when they're all dolled up and looking cute to dance he joins them and drinks except to scare off unwanted advances and surpersives wanted advances

no cops at pride just Billy Hargrove and an axe. I trust him im not gonna lie i trust him with my whole heart.

Billy in general, when someone he cares abt is mad/sad bc of someone else:

aesthetic:

ancient universities, dark or dead flowers, aging books, handwritten letters and messy journal entries, heartfelt poetry, sentimentality, melancholy piano or cello, sweaters, coffee, old libraries, ivy on brick walls, Augustine prayers, holding hands, walking by the water on a gloomy day while the wind blows through your hair, studying by lamplight, lighting candles, getting lost in the woods, soft music playing in a sunlit room, tea cups, plants that can thrive on little sunlight, rainy days, cuddling peacefully while a storm rages outside, a leather bound Bible that’s falling apart, learning Greek or Latin and reading Shakespeare for pleasure, laying on the ground in the sun and staring at the sky, coffeehouse and book store dates, sincere and passionate love, believing vulnerability is strength, being kind because ‘you never meet a mere mortal,’ feeling everything, an awareness of the supernatural, walking wistfully through long dark halls, an unassuming but enduring faith in something bigger, book shelves and sculptures and paintings, reading out loud while your lover lays their head in your lap, star gazing, leather analog watches, dramatic expressions of love, preferring intimate one-on-ones over coffee to big and loud parties, a fine glass of wine, quoting those long dead, having a thing for intellectuals and Europeans, a subtle wanderlust under being content at home with a book and a cup of tea, longing to wander Scottish castles and moors, wishing you had an accent, the haunting sound of monks singing in cathedrals, knowing you’d do anything to let your loved ones know you love them and just how deeply you do