"Everyone Knows My Mother Is A Saintly Woman But She Used To Say She Wished That You Were Dead." - James

Aaaaaaand there we have the reason for Belgium not qualifying.

Litch like..

My life in a sentence <3

sure I have "problems" but a bagel would help. a bagel would help.

the plural of regulus is reguli btw

Break me off another tangerine wedge I’m not driving

I keep seeing people talking about how Dorcas was killed by Voldemort himself and completely misinterpreting it as “she was so strong and powerful that only he could kill her,” which might’ve been what happened, but I feel like probably wasn’t the case seeing as he’s killed plenty of random people throughout the series and she was only really mentioned that one time.

But there could’ve been some other reason as well, rather than “oh yeah she was just really really powerful.” What if the reason Voldemort targeted Dorcas was because she kept talking to her old friends from Slytherin and making them question their loyalties and whatnot, and had even managed to make a few death eaters drop out of the war? Sure, she was a dangerous enemy to have, but what if another layer of that danger for Voldemort’s side was her way with words?

Imagine Dorcas fighting in the war and seeing her old classmates that she quite literally lived with for seven years fighting against her. Imagine Pandora telling her the reason why she couldn’t bring herself to join the order, despite how much she wanted to help, was because she couldn’t make herself do anything to hurt Evan. Imagine her continuing to fight with all her strength, but then tracking down the death eaters she knew from school just to see if she could talk them out of it.

Evan and Barty stayed, of course. They were loyal to Voldemort till the end but they would always leave her, one of the order’s best duellists, completely unscathed. But others would listen to her, growing more uncertain and starting to hold back more or try to leave the death eaters completely. She was a Slytherin after all. She would’ve had both the ambition and drive to find these death eaters individually, and the cunning in her words to make them question their loyalties.

Maybe Voldemort went after her after Regulus died, because he thought she had something to do with him betraying him, and maybe she actually did. Maybe she had talked to him, even if it was Kreacher that was the turning point, and he had to kill her himself because she could genuinely make them lose the war if she kept doing what she was doing. Maybe the power she had that Voldemort feared so much was the power to turn his own forces on him. The power to destroy his forces without a single weapon or wand.

James Potter

Hind Rajab was a 5 year old girl in Gaza who was killed while she hid alone in a car, along with the paramedics who tried to rescue her. Yesterday students at Columbia seized the administration building and renamed it in her honor.

Gadzooks Bazooka Instagram: gadzooks_bazooka

Remembering #HindRajab & children in #Gaza: This is what the mother of the child, Hind Rajab . https://tmblr.co/ZTeZMyfB_GHeeu00

DrSonnet — هذا ما قالته والدة الطفلة هند رجب عندما سمعت بخبر... (tumblr.com)

this fic gets peter's characterisation and his motivation so well, i'm going crazy. we as a fandom need to write more peter centric fics

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51018115?view_adult=true

Sick. This is acc amazing🫶

hey! any chance you could write a rosekiller microfic? maybe right after Evan dies and Barty slowly starts to go crazy without him?

Ugh the angst. TW: MCD

-

Tick.

259278.

Tick.

259279.

His arm burned. He knew he should probably go.

“Let’s go, Barty,” Evan whispered to him from across the room, sitting curled up in a chair, his eyes almost sorrowful. “You have to go.”

“No,” Barty murmured, still staring at the clock.

Tick.

259283.

Merlin. His arm really fucking hurt.

“Let’s go, love. You need to leave,” Evan said louder, his voice more insistent. He reached towards Barty, but Barty shied away.

“NO!” he yelled, desperation filling his voice.

“He’s going to-”

But Barty laughed, low and desperate. “What will he do, Ev? Hurt me? Hurt Reg? Hurt you?”

The stricken look Evan gave him made him laugh harder, tears starting to fall, now.

“That’s the thing, Evan. I’ve got nothing left.”

The realization had been with him for 259327 seconds, now. Ever since that flash of green had hit Evan square in the chest and he’d crumbled to the ground.

He had no reason to care anymore.

No reason to be careful anymore. He could do whatever he wanted. No more consequences.

So, as the vision of Evan across the room began to fade away, he cackled through his tears and stared at the ticking clock, counting the seconds since Evan’s death and planning his next move.

Tick.

259345.