Oh dear, I just had a daydream in which the Marauders were the F4. And Lily was Tsukushi.
in which hanchul is magical part 2
‘There’s no way,’ Hankyung remembered thinking to himself later, when Heechul had commandeered the packing of his belongings, ’that any of this can be real.’
Only it was, every last bit of it, and Heechul had proved that when he produced the vial of clear liquid from one of his pockets and downed it. After three seconds of silence, his hair had turned firetruck red.
“Believe me yet?” he had asked, bored, into the resounding awestruck silence, before fishing out another vial, blue this time, and restoring his hair to normal.
Swallowing and managing to close his gaping mouth, Hankyung nodded tentatively.
“Great! Now pack up, you’re moving.” The boy tilted his head to the right, and his fringe fell into his smirking eyes again. “Can’t have a fellow wizarding trainee off on his own, after all.”
And that was how Hankyung found himself mechanically packing up his few possessions - only enough to fit in a small luggage - while Heechul lounged on his bed in the motel room he’d rented.
“So that scholarship that brought me over….”
“Yeah, that was us,” Heechul finished. “Sorry, but my dad’s been assigned to your case, an’ he had a meeting today, so you get me.”
The Chinese boy sighed and shook his head. He should have known better. What school would want to take in a poor Chinese boy, who only knew the barest conversational Korean and just barely scraped an A in his tests? This place - Sungkyunkwan - must have known that he’d be desperate enough to take the offer. Damn it. What would he do for money now?
“Oh, don’t give me that look, it’s still a scholarship, just not the one you were expecting.”
The expression on his face must have been priceless, for Heechul snickered and pushed himself off the bed to take Hankyung by his hand.
“Let’s go,” he told him, grinning.
“Okay,” Hankyung agreed.
in which hanchul is magical. literally.
Hankyung’s eyes flicked downwards to the piece of paper. With his meagre Hangul recognition, he could barely make out the school’s name - Sungkyunkwan Royal Academy of the Arts -
“The Arts?”
“The Arts,” acknowledged the stranger.
“But - I’m not -“
And now the stranger - a boy around his age, actually - raised a finger, asking for silence. “The magic Arts, Kyung.”
Hankyung bristled at this, he hardly knew the boy, hell, he didn’t even know his name - and the rest of his sentence set in.
“Magic?” he asked, incredulous.
The boy nodded. A lock of hair fell into his face. “Magic. Oh, and - ” he stuck out a hand. “Heechul, by the way. Kim Heechul.”
BEST FUCKING POST EVER
In the end, everyone grows up. Except for one,
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Fandoms are special. We squeal, freak out, and cry together. One day in the future, you might just be working in your 9-to-5 office, lazing away the day. Something will spark in your memory, and you’ll type in that familiar URL. The blogs you never unfollowed will be untouched and pristine on your dash. Many of your friends have grown up as well, but you still can’t help but look at all the people you used to talk to all those years ago. Things will come flooding back, and you’ll remember those years spent on your computer, laughing and yelling and agreeing as people just went crazy. You’ll remember those nights you spent up all night with your friend, talking about the traits of a certain character, or how great it would be if this or that happened. You’ll recall those awesome blogs you always admired. You’ll feel a brief moment of nostalgia. You’ll click back to your dash- it’s empty now. Without a moment’s hesitation, you’ll go and type out, “Hey, is anyone out there?”, and just like all those years ago, you’ll eagerly await a response.
[crying.]
This.
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Pokevents Biggest Giveaway Ever! Three Winners! You Choose Your Prize!
Open to gen 4 and gen 5 games. Starting today, Pokevents is hosting its biggest giveaway ever, this time with 3 winners! This one will be a little different from the last one, so pay attention and read the rules. Each winner will receive a pokemon of their choice with some restrictions depending on the place of the winner.
Third Place Winner:
- Pokemon can be shiny.
- The third place winner will receive a Pokemon of their choice (Breedable/Gen 4 species or earlier)
- Pokemon will have random nature/spread.
- Pokemon will have a random held item.
- Nickname may be chosen by winner.
- Gender can be chosen
- Ability will be random
Second Place Winner:
- Pokemon can be shiny.
- Second place will receive a Pokemon of their choice (Breedable/Gen 4 species or earlier)
- Pokemon can have a nature chosen by the winner, but IV spread will be random.
- Pokemon will have a random held item.
- Nickname may be chosen by winner.
- Gender can be chosen
- Ability can be chosen
First Place (Grand Prize) Winner:
- Pokemon can be shiny.
- Second place will receive a Pokemon of their choice (Breedable/Gen 4 species or earlier)
- Pokemon can have a nature and IV spread chosen by the winner.
- Pokemon will have the held item specified by the winner.
- Nickname may be chosen by winner.
- Egg moves can be chosen
- Gender can be chosen
- Ability can be chosen
Here’s a better summary of the prizes. Keep in mind that all winners must be patient. The bigger your prize, the longer it will take me to breed it. Please read under the cut for rules and more information.
number 1 rule of tumblr: you must reblog when ever our creator comes up on your dash.
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AU; Harry Potter characters competing in The Hunger Games
Hermione walked into the deadly silent Great Hall, frustrated with herself. She was never late. And now every eye was trained on her. But instead of the satisfied smirks the Hogwarts students wore when Gryffindor’s princess was caught doing anything wrong, the eyes were filled with pity. What was happening?
“Miss Granger, perfect timing,” a voice drawled. Dolores Umbridge’s awful pink face was grinning at her, a slip of paper crumpled in her pudgy hand. Behind Hogwarts current makeshift headmaster, Hermione saw the familiar faces of Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna. Standing a bit apart from them stood that prat Draco and his partner in crime Pansy. Actually, there were several other students from all the other houses up there as well. They looked absolutely petrified.
“As a punishment for the constant disrespect I have been receiving from all of the students, we will be having a competition. It has been approved by the Minister of Magic, with some…erm…convincing on my part.”
Hermione took a deep breath to brace herself for one of Umbridge’s horrifically creative ideas. But nothing could have prepared her for what came next as Umbridge continued speaking.
“I have chosen 6 students from each house, randomly of course, to make this a game of 24 contestants. Those standing with me were chosen, and you had the luck to be chosen as well, Miss Granger,” Umbridge smirked, waving the paper victoriously in her hand. “We have spent a week building an arena for you to compete in. You will hand in your wands immediately after this and you’ll be placed in combat. You will fight till the death until one of you is standing. You may not use magic, and there may only be one victor.”
Hermione heard her own audible gasp of shock and she locked eyes with her best friends. This couldn’t be happening. Where was Dumbledore?
“I’m sure you have a wealth of knowledge of muggle weapons, considering your heritage, Miss Granger. The games will begin tomorrow at 8 a.m. You will spend the night with your fellow contestants in a locked chamber guarded by dementors.”
Hermione watched as the smallest tear escaped from Harry’s eye. She now noticed the brass handcuffs on Ron’s hands, cutting red lines into his skin where he had struggled. Neville’s eyes were closed as if he was convincing himself he was dreaming. Luna had never looked paler. Ginny seemed to be shaking all over. Pansy was whispering to herself what seemed to be last words of encouragement.
It was Draco Malfoy that really startled her though. His eyes were trained on her, and they had been the whole time. The rest of the room was looking at the floor or Umbridge. But Draco’s eyes never left Hermione, and for once she didn’t feel the sting of prejudice or insult beneath his stare. And as Umbridge rose to give her final remarks, Draco’s lips moved. No one else in the room noticed, but Hermione did. He mouthed words that would echo in her head for the rest of the night. “I have a plan to keep us all alive,” she read his silent lips. “Trust me, Granger.” It was so quick she was unsure it even happened. But before she could process it, she was grabbed by one of Umbridge’s minions and dragged towards the front of the Great Hall with the others.
“May the odds be ever in your favor,” Umbridge cooed.
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J.K. Rowling has revealed that Lily was pregnant with her second child, when Voldemort killed her. Even worse, she had finally talked James into making peace with Snape, and even wanted to make him the child’s godfather.
I HATE EVERYTHING! THERE IS NO HAPPY LEFT! IT’S JUST SAD FANDOM FEELS! FOR. EVER. AND. ALWAYS!
WHAT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
jo why
I WANT TO DIIIIE
NOOOO!!!! WHY?????
I want to dig a hole and die in it.
AFTER ALL THIS TIME!?!?!?!?!?!?! ROEUSIGWUIWEOIGHWE
ASDFKASHGDLKAGSDLAWKGDHKBASMNKDGCFASKDHBAFD
LEAVE ME TO DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE DX
