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I’d take the red pill.

That is a hard choice... I will tell you when I finally figure out which one I want.

Comment which one you’d choose

the narnia fandom after hearing about netflix

If Harry Potter had Riordanverse-like chapter titles

“A DADA teacher tries to kill me - a sequel”

“Put this horcrux back where it came from or so help me”

“Fifth year: I still have no idea what’s going on”

“I don’t have bones and I am not surprised”

“Hermione solves everything, even faster than Annabeth Chase (though I have no idea who that is)”

“I have to catch a flying golden shit”

“I’m dead, but not really”

“An ancient cup tries to tell me what to do”

“To all the boys I’ve ever killed before - Tom Riddle’s diary”

“Wingardium Levifuckyou”

Percy Jackson Died

Percy Jackson died.

He was old enough, he supposed, older than so many of his friends he’d watched die, but not really old. Old enough he was tired, and suddenly finding himself in the lobby he recognized from when he was twelve years old was disconcerting but not particularly surprising.

After all, he was a half-blood, and being a half-blood often got you killed in very nasty ways.

But still.

Percy Jackson died.

Charon remembered him.

“Drown in any bathtubs recently?” he asked dryly, but he waved Percy’s apologies for not having a coin to offer him. “You paid me for passage once and it clearly didn’t stick.”

So Percy Jackson died, and he crossed the River Styx on the ferry, and this time, when he arrived in the Underworld, Cerberus was completely visible.

Last time he came to the Underworld to see Hades, he’d entered the fast-moving line and stepped into the fields of Asphodel. This time, he waited in line to see the judges.

He’d saved the world more than once, they’d better give him something better than eternal stasis.

“Percy Jackson.” Daedalus greeted him warmly, arms full of blueprints and a full toolbelt wrapped around his waist. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Before Percy could respond, he was pushed to the front of the line and was standing in front of three men he had a feeling he should recognize but he didn’t. He didn’t have to speak at all, the three judges talked to each other while flipping through papers Percy couldn’t read, and without actually acknowledging him at all, the one in the middle hit a green button and Percy found himself on the inside of the gated community he’d only seen from the outside.

Percy Jackson died and was sent to Elysium. For a little while, it held his attention. Pretty much anything he wanted, he could have. Blue Coke, straight out of the bottle, better than the blue Coke at Camp Half-Blood. Pizza just like the pizza from his favorite place to go with his mom. Infinite activities, everything he’d ever wanted to do but hadn’t been able to when he was alive. Skydiving, cliff jumping, he got to pilot a plane.

He got to see old friends. Beckendorf and Selena Beauregard, who’d found each other and were happy again. Demigods who’d died in the second Titan war who wanted to hear from him how it had ended, to know what really happened. Heroes who died in the second giant war who wanted to know everything about Camp Jupiter and all of their friends who’d outlived them. Hunters who’d died in battles he hadn’t even known about while he was still alive.

But Percy Jackson was the son of Poseidon, lord of the sea. He didn’t like being contained in one place, and even if Elysium was a paradise for heroes, it wasn’t the same as being alive.

So Percy Jackson died, and Percy Jackson was sent to Elysium, and Percy Jackson chose to be reborn.

Zak Mason was born to a single mom.

He was an ordinary baby, almost. He was born with blue eyes, but they turned brown. He laughed and cried and pooped and spat up. He started preschool with a choppy haircut he gave to himself, and loved sitting on his mom’s lap to listen to Dr. Seuss books and watching anything fast-moving and colorful on TV.

When he was six, Zak’s basketball team won against all of the other first grade teams in their town, and a big picture of his gap-toothed smile holding the trophy he’d helped win with his first three-point shot held the place of honor on the fridge for almost a year.

Sometimes, Zak Mason had nightmares he didn’t understand. Of burning pain covering his entire body, of monsters and shifting Earth and bottomless pits, of faces he didn’t recognize twisted in pain or looking down at him as he fell, of flashing swords and screams and bursts of arrows whistling towards an enemy he couldn’t quite make out. He woke up and forgot the nightmares quickly, but they always left him almost wistful for something he couldn’t quite remember, even with how terrifying they were.

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I remember when I was in like high school and I’d be sleeping in my bed peacefully, and then I’d wake up and be like- Wait a minute, why isn’t my mom yelling at me to go downstairs and eat?

So I walked to the window and saw snow falling to the ground. I’d go back to bed and snuggle in the covers when my mother would burst in and tell me it was only a two hour delay and I’d feel like murdering somebody.

Also, when I wanted snow, I’d look out the window and be like- cmon snow! Snow! And the snow would never fall and I’d have to go to school.

Please tell me I’m not the only one...

Sirius Raising Harry

Sirius: Let me tell you about the birds and the bees.

Harry: Wait-- No. Please...No.

Sirius: Did you know there are over 10,000 species of birds?

Harry: What--?

Sirius: And that bees are dying at an alarming rate?

Harry: I--

Sirius: Get your jacket. We're gonna save some bees.

i see your text posts on Harry going to Hogwarts and getting a Howler from Sirius saying they’re going to a concert or praising him for getting in trouble while Remus is saying Sirius no in the background and I raise you this:

1st morning at Hogwarts Howler: “HARRY, HARRY THIS IS SIRIUS YOUR GODFATHER SIRIUS HARRY ARE YOU OKAY ARE YOU ALIVE WHAT HAVE YOU HAD TO EAT ARE YOU DRINKING DRINK MORE LIKE SEVEN GLASSES OF WATER JUST DRINK IT ALL AND DID YOU SLEEP OKAY *remus in the background: Pads leave the poor kid alone* IF YOU’RE SCARED YOU JUST TELL US AND YOU CAN COME RIGHT HOME *remus: in other news, we miss you, Harry* I DO NOT MISS HIM I'M FINE I’M SAYING HARRY’S HOMESICK *it’s okay to miss the boy you’ve been raising for eleven years, Pads* ELEVEN THAT’S RIGHT HE’S ONLY ELEVEN DO YOU HEAR ME DUMBLEDORE THAT’S TOO YOUNG THEY’RE PRACTICALLY IN DIAPERS *oh, we’re talking to Dumbledore now, are we? Tell him I say hello* HARRY YOU OWL ME RIGHT THIS INSTANT *are you crying?* OR I’LL FLOO THERE YOU KNOW WHAT I’LL JUST GO RIGHT– *I’m so sorry, Harry, have a good day, we love you!* [sounds of struggling and cursing fade away]

2nd morning: “HARRY, HARRY THIS IS SIRIUS YOUR– *oh for fuck’s sake Pads it’s 3 a.m.!*”

3rd morning Dumbledore receives two letters:

1:

Here is a list of all the parents who think the current DADA teacher is incompetent. Luckily for you, I know two exceedingly handsome and competent men ready to take up the position right now. Like, today right now. RIGHT NOW. Remus and I would like our room to be in the Gryffindor tower preferably next to the first year dormitory. At the very least, fire that Divination woman and hire us that teacher is buLLSHIT AND WE ALL KNOW IT I DESERVE THIS MORE

2:

Dumbledore,

How has the new school year been treating you? As you may have assumed, Sirius is finding the separation anxiety to be more difficult than anticipated. The signatures he sent you are all forged, but I have heard some curious rumors about the current DADA professor Quirrell. I trust your judgment above all else but if you were to find yourself in the position of needing two people to joint teach DADA, it would be much appreciated if you contact us. 

Now, I must go prevent Sirius from hacking the Floo network to your fireplace, again. 

Warm regards,

Remus J. Lupin

4th morning: “HARRY, HARRY THIS IS SIRIUS I HAVE GREAT NEWS HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE NEW DADA TEACHERS–”

i am so excited to share this commission piece i did for @drarryruinedme7! endless thank yous and blown kisses to you, ale, for your patience and your love for drarry! and for commissioning me, of course! though it’s late, i nevertheless wish you happy holidays<3

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