“Half Gods Are Worshipped In Wine And Flowers. Real Gods Require Blood.”

fleur delacour falling in love with bill weasley because he sees her. his youngest brother looked and went hair-eyes-teeth-legs, thought body, thought sex. her whole life, men have been looking and seeing a thing, not a girl. since she turned thirteen and bud-breasts pressed up against her shirts and boys at school wanted to sit close, men back home lingered too long in hugs.

until she was fifteen she dressed herself in shame before she put any clothes on at all. wore everything a few sizes too big, a few inches too long. draped herself in thick fabrics to hide the body beneath them. never learned that hot eyes on her were the fault of their owners, not her. took the uncomfortable stares and the endless flirtation as a fact of life. was fourteen the first time she dared to say “stop looking!” and met only laughter.

it’s not until she’s nearly sixteen and her sister is turning ten that she sees eyes begin to slide over her and to gabrielle. a friend of their father’s, not even that deep into a bottle of wine, caresses a child-round cheek and murmurs a line from lolita, eyes too bright and lips too dry. gabrielle flickers a panicked glance around the room. that look is so familiar. the same hour fleur switches her baggy sweatshirt for a crop top and rolls her skirt over two inches. 

they will look at her. never at her sister.

at school, the same. at home, the same. slowly, she learns to be less ashamed of the looking. to play to the object they expect her to be. she comes to scotland and she’s the centre of attention. they hear her name pulled out of  the goblet of fire and all anyone wants to talk about is her legs in that skirt. she defeats a dragon and boys whisper all the dirty things they want to do to her just moments after they finish comparing cedric’s charmwork to krum’s reflexes to harry’s flying. they watch her pass in the hallways and their eyes glaze over like she’s a thing put there for their pleasure. 

fleur lifts her head high and lets the stares keep coming.

then she meets bill weasley, and not long after he asks her how she’s doing. asks it like he really means it, like it matters to him that she still gets nervous going around blind corners, that vines make her skin crawl and that the green flash of a hex makes her mind go too blank with fear to defend herself. he brings her a bottle of his favourite whiskey and sinks deep into it, tells her about his life and his job and asks about that night in the maze she doesn’t think about. he doesn’t look at her legs even once.

the next time she brings him her favourite wine and they share it. she’s giggling and silly by the end of the evening and he laughs with her, laughs at her like an equal and not like a thing he wants to fuck. he takes her to her door and leaves her in the care of her friends and he doesn’t do it because he thinks it’ll make scoring easier next time. doesn’t decide his actions based on which will result in sex the fastest.

he doesn’t ask her out until he’s laid himself bare for her, doesn’t even touch her until she reaches down and presses her fingers into his. the first night she feels brave enough to go home with him he keeps her up at the kitchen table until three am telling her all the things he likes about her. her physical appearance doesn’t even make the top one hundred. he says, how much you love your sister. how fierce you look when i take the last croissant. that funny french way you roll your ‘r’s. how you try to tell me jokes but laugh too much to finish them. how you know exactly how many children you want, and the precise shade of blue you’ll use to decorate your nursery. the bravery of you. the way your mind moves so fast sometimes i can’t keep up with it. the fact that i think you could do my job ten times as effectively as i can. they fall asleep on top of his covers, fully clothed, and the next morning fleur has to say yes i want this i am sure that i want this ten times before he starts to undress her.

his family call her all the things she’s heard a million times before. fleur lifts her head high and lets the insults keep coming. his brothers still sometimes look at her like they’ve forgotten to see a person, his mother mutters under her breath about fleur’s lack of suitability, his sister takes every opportunity to express her dislike. they see her beauty and they think they know her. they watch her move and they think she’s nothing more than her body and face. 

but bill weasley sees her. and fleur will not let anything—not a war, not lycanthropy, not a disapproving family—take him away from her.

Personally I love Ron as a character because he himself isn't exactly one-sided. Like he obviously isn't the most perfect character to ever he written, but I think that was kind of the point.

With Hermione, in most instances she wasn't my cup of tea because honestly our personalities conflict so much with each other, but she's still one of my favorites despite this. Yes, I think she deserved someone so much better than Ron, I mean Hermione freaking Granger deserved the world and instead she's stuck in this perpetual vortex of mundanity with and admittedly handsome redhead with more insecurity problems than cheese cake.

However, they definately have their amazingly cute moments.

But I do agree, Ron and Hermione just weren't compatible. Hermione needs someone who can match up to her emotional maturity level and just kind of take care of her even though we all know she can take care of herself. And Ron just needs anyone to give him attention I guess. Honestly I think Ron is just one of those people who works best single, you know?

Like they definately worked-ish for a bit but their marriage I can see going up in flames.

Why don't you ship Ron and Hermione ?

I don’t find that they have compatible personalities and I hate friends to lovers tropes when the guy doesn’t notice or treat the girl very nicely until someone else takes notice of her and then he gets mad about it.

I’m ok with them doing the “we dated in high school” thing but married with kids? Nah.

SLYTHERIN! Weasley twin Headcanons

George is heavily afraid of getting disowned

Fred is the only one he trusts

They never get an owl back from their mother who ends in a rather nasty breakdown

Two weeks pass by until an owl lands on their table

There’s a letter and even a package

It’s Slytherin sweaters

When harry comes along, he gets to see how fun Slytherin can be

Fred tells Ron about the underwater glass they have to see into the lake

Draco and Blaise become immersed in trying to name every lake creature they see

George is telling first years that they can come over to the Slytherin dorms if they’re a fan of lake creatures and cold areas

Fred takes drawing requests from the little kids

George helps them with potions

Pansy drags Hermione over and rambles to her about the lake

The twins are always making sure people are ok

There’s always a sleepover in the Slytherin common room at midnight

It’s usually packed with students

George makes everyone hot coco

Fred takes pictures

The twins just generally making Slytherin out to be the greatest house ever

“ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴀʏ;

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ”

Me: *wants to get over a book*

Also Me: *rereads favorite scenes over and over, tracks the tag, reblog everything to do with the book*

Boyfriend Jungkook

Masterlist

Dates

Your first date was at the arcade

He thought you would complain but oh boy was he wrong

Once you stood in that damn arcade, you let your inner nerd out

“Oh my god! This is from like the 50s! This is amazing!” 

He’d be amazed about how much you know about games. He fell for you hard that night.

Date nights would be really chill with him

You’d go to Hongdae, get some food, buy some weird things you don’t even need.

He’d insist to pay for everything

One time you paid for your food and he got upset and didn’t talk to you for 10 minutes

When you feet hurt, he’d either carry you or give you his shoes even though they’re too big

He’d end up giving you a piggy back ride or throw you over his shoulders

Dates would be filled with teasing and making fun of your Korean, because you sometimes pronounce things weirdly

You’d make fun of him if his satoori came out

Skinship and Affection

This boy is too shy to even look at you if you’re in public

Nevertheless, he’d hold your waist if it starts to get too crowded

When you’re alone, that’s when he can’t keep his hands off you

He’d be grabbing your butt constantly, squeezing and pinching it

He loved your reaction to it so it became a habit of his

LOVES touching your boobs while you’re cuddling

He’d just cup one of your boobs lazily as you’re watching tv

I can imagine Jungkook showing his affection in a really cheesy way

Like he’d get you flowers once in a while

Buy you random jewelry because he thought it would look good on you

LOVES HUGGING OH MY DAYS

Loves kissing you on your shoulder and cheek because your skin just feels so soft

The boys would tease him whenever he’d call you “jagi” “nae sarang” or “my princess”

He’d blush really hard and hide his face in the crook of your neck which just made you giggle uncontrollably.

You reached the state in which he called you a “bitch” and you called him “bastard” or “Asshole”

But if someone else insulted you… OH SHIT BOI RUN 

Sex

You were his first and he was your first

Both of you were just so awkward and didn’t know what to do at first

Of course he had everything planned out perfectly but when it came to actually doing the dirty, he was freaking out

He didn’t even know how to take your bra off

Your first time was slow and careful. Both of you needed to get used to the new feeling. (it was great tbh)

Now, when he’s in the bedroom with you, he’s even more confident than ever before

Loooooooves teasing the fuck out of you until you beg for him to stop

The room would be filled with a mixture of giggles and moans

Can be a dom but also a sub. Depends on his mood, and yours of course.

Since he’s so young he’d be up to trying new things

He always wanted to try to handcuff you to the bed while he takes you from behind

Just the thought of it drove him insane

So when you said yes to his idea he didn’t know how to react (404 Jungkook error)

“How about we try this position?”

“Are you on a kama sutra website?”

“….yes”

Fights

Honestly, your fights would be about him playing hIS GOD DAMN GAMES TOO MUCH

Of course you didn’t mind him playing, you were actually quite supportive of his hobby, but his health was getting affected by it

“Babe your posture is so fucking bad. You look like Quasimodo”

“You look like Ursula, that’s not better”

After you kind of calmed down, he’d start to tease you in a loving way just to hear you laugh again

He’d be the first to apologize 

He hated seeing you upset and all he wanted was to make you happy again

You can’t stay mad at him for long, especially when he flashes you one of his precious bunny smiles.

When he’s away

He’d be so dramatic about him having to leave

Like you HAD TO DRAG HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE SO HE WOULDN’T MISS HIS FLIGHT

He’d pretend like he’s going off for war but his dramatic ass just made you laugh so much

But seriously though, he’d practically die without you

“You don’t know how to cook a god damn egg?” Jin would ask him angrily

“(Y/N) always cooks them for me”

He’d annoy his hyungs about how much he misses you and especially your cuddles

You were quite busy yourself so you couldn’t talk a lot 

but when you did, calls would last for hours 

And of course, he’d tease you about the way your messy hair looked and how you looked without makeup

You missed it so much

He wouldn’t necessarily do dirty talk while being on the phone or FaceTime because he didn’t want anyone to hear

But be prepared to get a lot of sexting when he missed you tad bit too much. 

All his calls and texts would end with “I love you my princess” or “Don’t you dare dream about anyone else but me you bitch”

Books with Morally Ambiguous Characters

I thought I might share my personal favorite books with evil or morally ambiguous characters since you’ve all shared your favorites.

Vicious

(main character is awesome and very grey)

The golden compass

(really goes into detail what evil and good really mean and has a ton of morally questionable characters in the second book)

The Bartimaeus trilogy

(main character does a lot of bad shit for selfish reasons but you still love him anyways somehow?? And there’s a lot of themes involving systematic oppression and propaganda manipulation and ethics)

The curseworkers

(the main character is constantly put into situations where he has to choose the lesser of two evils. Not to mention mafia families)

Six of crows

(do I even have to say…?)

Howls moving castle

(howl is seen as morally ambiguous in the beginning because of his reputations, so this technically counts. Also I love this book to death)

I hunt killers

(so the main character is super psychopathic and manipulative and overall a creepy ass person. He’s always questioning whether or not he’s truly a good person or just pretends to be or is hiding something worse. This psychological thriller is fucking incredible and underrated.)

The name of the wind

(the main character is the most realistically human I’ve ever met. He’s so real I can touch him. He’s also very morally ambiguous in ways I can’t say because it’s all spoilerly)

Artemis Fowl

(greedy selfish 12 year old criminal mastermind kidnapps a fairy for ransom money. What I love about this series is that he grows throughout the books and his character is constantly developing. He is definitely morally ambiguous and has no problem embracing his cunniving and devious nature)

The Cruel Prince

( every character is an asshole. Every. Character. No excuses, no secrets, just pure assholes. And you’ll love them)

The lies of Locke Lamora

(one of my ALLTIME favorite books. Locke lamora is like a darker shade of grey. He’s selfish, slightly murderous, incredibley human and very handsome. This motherfucker is the leader of a group of conmen who steal money from the rich but keep it for themselves. They are grade A smart assess and they have to make actual hard choices that really determine their character. I’m not gonna say more because there’s no way I can fit this masterpiece into a small summery bye)

The wrath and the Dawn

(The Prince is such a morally grey character. As you read on you’ll question whether or not he actually kills his brides or if there’s another deeper mystery to him. His choices are very questionable and very….bad? I can’t describe how amazing these books are)

Okay but like, The Raven Cycle and like every other YA book out there has given me such unrealistic friendship expectations that I'm bound to be alone forever. I will most likely die by being crushed by my own bookshelf. What a way to go.

On Anthony Goldstein: Judaism in the Potterverse

[NOTE: I don’t know why I have been obsessed with this for like, the last week, but I have, so here you go. Also, I cannot believe an Anthony Goldstein tag actually exists on Tumblr. When I despair, I am reminded that no one quite obsesses over barely-extant characters like the HP fandom, and I love them for it.]

I find Anthony Goldstein a really fascinating way to think about the way that a Jewish character would fit into the wider spectrum of the magical world as realized by JK Rowling. On the surface, it shouldn’t matter. A Jew should’t be any different from any other minority culture shoved into Ravenclaw (which for what it’s worth seems to be the house that stereotypically high-achieving minorities get sorted into). And yet it’s a question worth thinking about, particularly because Rowling’s world is constructed on notions specifically Christian in character.

This largely boils down to the struggle of Absolute Good vs Absolute Evil, with terms of morality used as alternative names for God and Satan, two independent forces in eternal opposition.  This dichotomy isn’t really a thing in Judaism (Satan is understood as an agent of God). The books are ultimately framed in the context of this struggle, from the world building to Harry’s personal coming of age and fight against Voldemort. It is the very foundation of British Wizarding culture, and to not proscribe to this view would leave someone like Anthony Goldstein permanently alienated.  

Culture clash would arise for Goldstein out of such things as the notion of ‘the Dark Arts.’ In traditional Potterverse, the Dark Arts are 'Dark’ because of some evil that seems inherent in the nature of the creature/spell. The reaction toward such magic is 'defense,’ by either learning how to beat the creatures, or counteract the spellwork. Judaism would not, arguably, make the distinction between good and evil magic in such terms. They would not be mutually exclusive. Magic would be considered evil in the context of its practitioner, not so much in the particulars of a spell or beast. Specifically, magic would be primarily understood as evil if the one who uses it does so to render himself a God-like figure. The ramifications of this would be subtle but significant. Voldemort, for instance, would be evil not because of the magic that he uses, but because he uses it with the intent to elevate himself above the condition of man, and exact powers that humanity should not possess.

This would give rise to the question of whether any sort of magical power is permissible for humans, a question that I could see being an ongoing concern for Goldstein, particularly as he presumably lacks the presence and affirmation of other Jewish wizards in Hogwarts. I could  see Goldstein as someone predisposed to disciplines that require an individual to not see himself or herself in inherent opposition with a type of magic, such as Care of Magical Creatures.

Jewish tradition has a history of magic different from that of medieval Britain, from which a lot of the stock images and sentiment in Potterverse arises. Rather than identifying with Merlin, or the Witches burned at the stake, a Jewish wizard might instead look instead to the 'miracles’ of certain medieval Rabbis, or Rabbi Judah Loew ben Bezalel and the Golem of Prague, or King Solomon. Demons instead of Goblins as the morally ambiguous, humanoid figure. Dybbuks instead of Boggarts. Magic derived from Hebrew as opposed to Latin. There is the potential that Goldstein would find himself, or his family, identifying with a magical past and identity that would have very little to do with that adopted by British wizardry, and by extension Hogwarts as a community and educational establishment. 

Then of course there is the fun of parsing apart the whose and wheres of Anthony Goldstein. Is he a North London Jew?  The next generation of an old British family? Or apart of one of the twentieth century Jewish-immigration waves? Is there a wider Jewish Wizarding community, or is he an anomaly? The last of a tradition? Judaism’s rich tradition of fantasy storytelling and folktales were largely wiped out along with the rural European communities that fostered them, so it wouldn’t be far-fetched that if there was a larger Jewish Wizarding community, it had all but vanished after the Holocaust, and that people like Goldstein represent what remains of a nearly-extinct subculture. 

 Anti-Semitism was historically a feature of elite British boarding schools, and it would not be unreasonable to assume that it would extend to magical ones, especially seeing as there is even less of an established Jewish presence in the magical community than the muggle one.  

Anthony Goldstein would likely never have a place where he could realize himself fully, constantly requiring to either subdue his magic, or his Jewishness in turn. He would find himself alienated on a fundamental level with the British magical community, and would be plagued by doubt when it came to the practice of magic. He would be perceptive and capable at communicating with magical non-humans, and would not see magic as a source of darkness, but the human thirst for power. He would distrust magical assertions of authority, and would find himself burdened with a past that his education has not equipped him to fully understand. 

History of Magic Meme: [½] Founders → Helga Hufflepuff

“Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad“