Lily’s Ghost That Hunts Them 6

Ron and Ginny bashers are often Harmony shippers who are buttmad they get in the way of their ship. And they’re so annoying. Ginny bashers are often misogynistic while Ron bashers are often ableist in the ways they insult his intelligence, elitist for the ways they mock him for being poor, and obnoxious in the ways they mock him for his eating habits.

Ron and Ginny bashers are often Harmony shippers who are buttmad they get in the way of their ship.

Yep. Almost all of them are.

And they’re so annoying

I KNOW RIGHT??!!

Harmony shippers literally ruin everything, they try so hard to convince everyone that their ship is canon; often using Hermione noticing Harry grew taller in OoTP as some sort of “hint”. (Noticing a big change in your best friend’s physical appearance isn’t a big deal, it literally just means you have the power of sight.🤦‍♀️)

Ginny bashers are often misogynistic

Yeah. I honestly don’t care if people ship Harmony, I wouldn’t attack people for shipping fictional characters. But my problem with them is that they bash Ronald and Ginny, they claim that Ronald is abusive and they created the “Ginny cheats” trope in fanfics as a poor (and pathetic) attempt to make her look bad.

Ok, Ginny bashing in general is sorta understandable, she was extremely mean and unlikeable in HBP (no hate to her, I love her), but Harmony shippers take it way too far, they’re misogynistic and just plain disrespectful.

They desperately need to bash Ronald and Ginny. If Harry and Hermione do bad things, then pshhhh it’s completely fine! But if Ronald and Ginny do bad things, they’re toxic and abusive.

If Hermione cheats = omg Girl Power and Ronald is a toxic and emotionally abusive deserter.

If Ronald cheats = we were right about him, he's not worthy to clean Hermione’s shoes and bow down to her.

If Ginny cheats = she’s a total slut.

If Harry cheats = he deserved better and Ginny wasn’t paying enough attention.

The Double standards in this fandom. Sigh... 🤦‍♀️

while Ron bashers are often ableist in the ways they insult his intelligence,

I will never understandable people who hate Ronald. Like HOW? WHY WON WON? WHAT THE HECK DID THAT ANGEL EVER DO TO THEM? He’s literally perfect in every way.

I’ve seen people claim that he’s a dumbass who would be nothing if it weren’t for the almighty Hermione Granger. Ronald is just as smart—if not smarter—than Hermione.

elitist for the ways they mock him for being poor,

It’s honestly sickening. They straight up shame him and I’ve seen some call him a laughing stock. It’s genuinely appalling.

and obnoxious in the ways they mock him for his eating habits.

He isn’t even that obsessed. The idea that Ronald is hopelessly addicted to food mostly comes from the movies. (I’ve always found it odd how the filmmakers were so obsessed with his eating habits. I suppose it was another way to make him less like Ronald and more of a comedic relief.)

So what if the dude likes to eat? He’s a teenager and he has an entire fucking feast right in front of his very eyes, who tf wouldn’t be obsessed? (Boi, I’m literally drooling just thinking about the food they have at Hogwarts. Imagine how he must’ve felt actually being there.)

Ronald bashers are just- UGH. I literally have no words to describe them. I wanna punch each and every one of them in the face.

Harmony is not canon, and it never will be.

When will Harmony shippers get it through their thick skulls?

Ronald and Ginny deserve so much better! :(

Goblet Of Fire Meets Musical

“Let me go! Let me go!”

Harry’s head shot up in alarm at a very familiar voice. It was the voice of someone he hadn’t talk to in three days.

“I bloody swear George!” Four seats down from where he sat, stood Ron Weasley (the very boy…them? Ron once mention that he didn’t feel much like a boy a year ago as they shared the bed in the nurse’s infirmary. Both completely tired and full of trauma that was Harry’s father and friends drama; clutching onto each other over close calls.) struggling against his brothers. Pearly white teeth bared in hot coals of inferno rage. Freckles that Harry love to count during History of Magic disappearing under burgundy red blush. “Fred! Get Off! I’ll tell mum! I will, you’ll see!”

The green eyed teen, now know as the fourth campion in the triwizard tournament, quickly struggled to get up on his feet. Unadulterated panic ran throughout his veins to his weak heart (anything that made his Best Friend cry out send him into a frenzy) as if it was in a race. Gasps of shock and whispers of confusion filled the half full dinner hall. His eyes never leaving the struggling form of the youngest Weasley son even as his large heavy glasses start to slide off his face.

“Come now Ronnnie!” George cackled pulling his little brother closer.

“We just want a bit of a chat.” Fred tittered with what sounded to malice glee to onlookers’ discomfort. “Truly ickle Ronnikins! You act like-”

“We’re going to do something untowards! How cruel.”

“How boarish.”

“Hurts. Right here.”

“In the heart.”

“But being cruel is what he’s good at, ain’t he Gred?” Fred asked in mock jest as he starts to pull out what looked to be one of the twins new product. Ron’s electric blue eyes widened as they start to glow white in fear, his struggling becoming frantic. “Being jealous of our poor little Potter.”

Ron stilled in confusion. Harry watched as pale chapped pink lips mouthing the word ‘jealous’.

“That there, you be right Feorge.” George agreed grabbing his captive brother’s chin tightly. Glee filled his body as it always done at the thought of playing a tiny prank at their bother. “Maybe he can pent a bit by helping us with this new product?”

“Oh yes my dearest twin. What an excellent idea! Come Lil’ickle Ronnikins! Help us test out our new Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Party sing n’ dance!”

Ron let out a shout of terror as he renew his tussle to get away from his childhood tormentors. He refuses to be a guinea pig for them once again against his will. Electric blue eyes, nearly white, looked around for help. He could see couple of students from the other schools race out of their seats to get to him from the laughing Slytherin and gossiping Ravenclaw tables. Even Harry (probably realizing that sending the twins at him like a pack of bloodhounds was a bad idea. For being jealous. Jealous! Honestly, where did he get that idea? Jealous.) was staggering their way.

“Hé! Laissez-le partir!” A red wine haired teenager girl from Beauxbaton snarled as she snarled. She whipped out her reddish-gray wand and called out a spell. “Libération!”

Everyone waited with bated breath as pastel red flash of energy shot out of the girl’s wand and hit the closes arm. They watch as Fred’s arm spasm, causing the large truffle size ball to smack into the youngest male Weasley’s cheekbone. Watched as it exploded and cover all three males in a bright nova colored cloud. Red wine haired teen let out a surprised squeal as she clasps her hands to her mouth in shame.

“Ron!” Harry cried out, floundered toward them impulsively. His only thought was to get to his sunset red haired boy. “Ron talk to me!”

Coughing was his only answer.

That was before a gust of heat like an oven pulse out as fire flared out to the ceiling. The students closes to the fire screech out, scrambling to get away. Harry himself took a few steps back, eyes blinking in discomfort. Once his eyes stop watering, he took in the sight of Ron’s hair doing its best to be a forest fire.

(“My family is blessed with fire.” Ron mumbled into his chest, sleep dancing in his voice. The slightly older boy rubbed his face into the other’s over-baggy pajama shirt. “Da’s da was said to be *yawn* from the third branch of the great Bear Queen. Fire has power over us in sum. Drag still hur’ thou.”

“Third branch?” Harry asked with a softest of tone, eyes to heavy with the sandman’s dreamer magic.

“Third child that had child of their own. ‘Tis a pure-blood thingy. Gotta be strong string to magik thou.”

“Hmm…”)

“You…” Ron snarled, hair getting brighter.

“Now Ronnie…” Fred stammered as he took a clumsy step backward, pulling George with him. “Let’s be calm?”

The younger twin squeaked as he clung to the other’s arm. “I thought only Charlie and Percy could do that.”

“Not now Georgie.”

“Ah, right Freddie.”

Soon an eerie sound of music filled the air.

The room started to darkened and chill.

Not a sound came from the only students and staff in the room as Ron took a calculated step towards his beloved brothers. His usually sweet, joyful face was now cold and stone. Eyes no longer glowing white with fear but with hot blue hell fire.

“It seems, difficult brothers will take advantage of my good nature.” Was hissed out, sending a shudder through all. A hand (a bruise starting to form at its wrist) slowly raises towards the cowering six years. “So lets lock them up.”

The fire from the fourth year’s hair slithered down his neck, across his arm and out his fingers like snakes. Zooming to the air as if it was a hawk diving for its prey. Fred and George screamed as the flames became solid, wrapping around them like rope.

“Throw away the key! I bet there’s one on every tree.” Lyrics coldly being song out through Ron’s lips. Allowing everyone to feel the anger, the hatred and the completely done emotion that was swirling like a whorlpool within the singer’s body.

Memorized by what was happening in front of him, Harry jumped as someone grabbed his robes. His head snapped to look behind him to see Hermione watching with horror.

“Ungrateful!” Came tearing out of Fred’s throat.

George followed after; “Hateful!”

“Vile too!” They sang together in stress.

Ron could feel his eyes roll as if he was playing a role in a story that he had no control over. He was enraged, that much was true but to embarrass his brothers like this? Well…he wasn’t the twins themselves. They were the arses and cruel ones in the family. He should know…fourteen years was enough to see that. “The thing they put me through. Break my spirit as they play! Making me into a silly display. Maybe you’d called wholesome play…”

Tears slowly snuck into his eyes.

“But I’ll call it cruel.” A sob threatened to escape from him; “Cruel love.”

Unwilling to breakdown and become even more of a laughing stock, Ron pulled out his own wand. With a shuddering gasp of air, he summoned the rest of the product. He knew that those….he didn’t know what to call them at the moment. Not that it matters to him right now. He was just too tired for this shite.

“I bloody hope you two know how to handle a sodding lawsuit in case some poor sod is allergic.”

Fred shaking his head to clear, he couldn’t help but question his brother. “Whatcha mean?”

Ron shot five looking truffles into the air, exclaiming; “Vehemens Ventus!”

The room bellow as the spell hit the products. A strong gust that could be considered as a tornado ravaged the arena. Smoke covering their eyes like a dense black fog and filled their lungs, suffocating like an uncontrollable forest fire.

“You want to play arseholes?” The cause of the chaos inquired forbidding. Blue flames glare at the trembling forms of the ones that started the path of the chaos causer. “ Hahaha fine. Game on…bitches.”

OOHHH FUUBLBLBLBLB

Hot dang women *raises a water bottle*

"Goodbye volleyball."

*chugs water, stops and says winded* I’m so fucking gay, holy shit. I love women

this is gorgeous

The Moon And The Ocean Tide AU 3

Silena: Do me a favor? Be sweet to Echo *walking out the cabin 3’s door* She kinda has a crush on you.

Percy: Really? *sitting on his bed, cleaning his sword* I had no idea.

Silena: Of course you didn’t…boys never do.

Percy: *watches her leave before snorting*

Echo: *rushes out of his bathroom, blotchy red* Shut up!

Percy: *laughs*

BSD Headcanon

Atsushi will always call Chuuya by his full name the moment his eyes catches sight of him. It stated when they first met in the elevator to see The Boy And His Dog. Since then, no matter where they are or what is going on, Atsushi will always say the other’s full name. He will literally stop in the street or flat out ignore the person he’s having a conversation with just to call out to Chuuya. Over time Chuuya had developed a six sense for it, much to the amusement and annoyance to once Dazai Osamu. (Annoyance due to when Atsushi stops talking to him in mid-sentence and amusement in seeing Chuuya’s full body twitch)

Chuuya: *full body twitch as he’s minding his own business as he walks down the street with a co-worker*

Random Mafia Member: Nakahara-sama?

Chuuya: *closes his eyes and waits for it*

Atsushi: *four feet away on the other side of the street* Chuuya Nakahara?

Chuuya: *pivots and charges towards the other* Stop full naming be goddamnit!

Atsushi: *shrieks and sprints away*

Dazai: *stands there with a frozen smile before zooming after them* Leave my cat alone! Damnit Chibi!

Mafia Member: *is confusion*

dazatsu angst 😔😔😔

yoinked the audio from here.

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