Ask The Insufferable Know It All

Teddy: *lies awake in bed, unable to sleep*

Teddy: *sighs, glancing around the faintly lit room* *slips out of bed*

Teddy: *makes his way outside, the full moon looming overhead*

Teddy: *glances over at the forbidden forest* *breath catches*

Teddy: Don’t even think about it… You definitely shouldn’t do it. *takes a deep, calming breath* …. Fuck it. 

*As the boy moves through the trees, he suddenly stumbles on something*

Teddy: *cringes and looks down* *spots an odd looking stone on the ground* 

Teddy: *holds up the stone, examining it* 

Voice: …… Yeah……

Tonks: *stares, trying to take in the sight of him* *shrugs weakly* 

Tonks: *glances slowly past Teddy and smiles* 

Voice: *sighs* Not… that… old…

I had to get my thoughts down about this movie before I forgot them all aka repressed the shit out of everything. So everything is under the cut to save people from unnecessary Opinions on their dash of which I have a lot. And obviously… spoilers.

(( OOC: Dorcas played by @dontthinkonithermione, Sirius played by @asktheboywholived. ))

He was barely over the threshold of Heaven’s gate when he was tackled to the ground and suddenly he was overwhelmed by jet black, the choking, painfully familiar scent of grass and crisp air, warmth, the sound of reckless, joyful laughter, a tangle of strong, agile limbs and he couldn’t breathe because for the first time in over fourteen years, James was in his arms, solid, real, whole, wonderfully, unbelievably, perfectly there

And then he was crying. They were both crying and clinging onto each other desperately, weak with relief, and then came James’ deep, playful voice, wet with euphoric tears, like a waterfall to a man lost, stumbling through a vast desert, and he was saying, whispering into Sirius’ hair 

“You’re home. You’re finally home.”

Taken from this post here Ginny played by @muggle-on-main

Hermione: Ginny…how are you and Harry…?

(( OOC: There are a lot of new faces around, and it’s hard to keep track of everyone, so how about we get an RP train going? 

I know there are a lot of veterans in the group that have been around for years, but maybe we can get everyone on one post, old and new! :) 

If you’re actively RP-ing in the community right now, reblog with your favorite gif and a little bit about yourself!  

Par exemple…

To quote the undying words of Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Hello there!

I’m Ash, I’m 18 years of age and I joined this lovely little community, around 9 months ago, thanks to a chat with @asktheboywholived who showed me the ropes!

My blog is mostly me bringing James Potter to life, and telling the untold stories of the first Wizarding War, with some appearances from my favourite fictional stories!

(( OOC: I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way dearie. This is the hard thing about confidence though… gaining it is entirely in your court. 

I have a lot of loved ones that are what most people would call “stereotypically” beautiful. They’re the kind of people you’d see on a magazine cover. They’re the kind that never seem to be able to take a bad picture. They’re the kind that people stop in their tracks to stare at.  

They have people telling them, constantly, how beautiful they are… but that doesn’t mean they are confident. 

Many of them have some of the worst lows, and moments of self-loathing, I’ve ever seen.

No one can tell you anything that will make you feel confident in yourself. No one convince you to see what you can’t see yourself. 

I have a lot of people asking me if the amount of people that send me compliments makes me feel better about myself, and while it’s true that it’s nice to hear that people like the way I look, it doesn’t mean that it keeps me from feeling insecure. 

My confidence came from me working through my own issues, and deciding to maintain a positive thought process when thinking about myself… and that doesn’t mean I’m confident all the time. I have to work at it.  

“Confidence” is nothing more than choosing to see the good, and creating habits based around positive reinforcement. 

If you look in the mirror and do nothing but pick out your flaws, then that’s all you will see. If you look in the mirror and make a habit of picking out the aspects of yourself that you like, then you will start to gain confidence in yourself. It’s a process, but it will become second nature the more you do it. 

If someone tells you they don’t like something about the way you look, then it’s okay to feel hurt… but after that, tell yourself that it’s fine, that not everyone has the same preferences, and move on. 

Also, “beauty” according to social standards, is fleeting. What will you have to be confident over when you are no longer considered “young”? 

I honestly feel that gaining confidence in your abilities and your personality is far more important in the long run, because that’s something that you can continue to grow, improve and enjoy. 

We are ever-changing beings… we don’t have to stay the same. If there’s a personality trait that you don’t love, something that keeps you from connecting to others, or something you want to change, then do it! That’s not being insincere or untrue to yourself, that’s part of growing. 

Don’t make excuses for poor behavior or weaknesses, just work to improve them and allow yourself to become better. 

(( OOC: Based on this text post by @incorrectmarauders ))

On Monday morning Mrs. Sohma had looked up from her gardening to see a dog entering the graveyard. She probably wouldn’t have taken note of it if hadn‘t been so large not to mention pure black. She wondered who in the neighbor owned it.

The next day on her way home from the store she caught sight of the dog again. Once again entering the graveyard.

By Thursday Mrs. Sohma had begun to worry that the dog might be a stray. So when she saw the large creature entering the graveyard she decided to follow it. She thought she had lost track of it when she saw the dog lying down next to two graves. When she stepped closer the big animal turned it’s head and growled at the stranger.

“Shhhh” she said, “I’m not going to hurt you.” Then she held out her hand palm down for the dog to sniff. The dog looked at her for a long time. First at her face then her hand and back up at her face. Mrs. Sohma giggled, it had looked like the dog was saying “and what in the world am I supposed to do with that?”

The dog huffed and looked away. Deeming it was safer for her to come a little closer she took another step. “What are you doing here sweetheart?” she said more to herself. But the dog looked back her suddenly, and to her surprise, he, (Was it a he? She checked. Yes.) tapped his paw on the ground. Then he looked away.

She looked at the graves, not having really taken notice before. James Potter and Lily Potter. Mrs. Sohma pursed her lips, those names sounded familiar. Then she remembered a young couple with a baby boy. They had lived in the house that… now, where had that been? She thought she remembered seeing them with a dog just like this one a few times, but there was no way this could be the same dog. Could it?

The dog’s whimpering took her out of her train of thought. She looked back down at the dog and saw that he was crying. That was when she knew, she did not know how, but this was most certainly the same dog. Had he been doing this every day? Had she not noticed all of this time? Her heart broke.

Without thinking she bent down and started petting the crying creature. The big dog became rigid at first, but as she continued petting he relaxed. They sat there together until it started to get dark. She gave him two big pats and stood up.

“Come on boy, time for dinner.” She said and started to walk away, after a few steps she turned back to see the dog had not moved but was staring at her, his head cocked to the side as if in confusion. She smiled, “Come on, boy, I had chicken I can cook up for you.”

The big dog jumped up wagging its tail and followed her home.

Mrs. Sohma got used to seeing the dog at least once a week. Usually coming out of the graveyard right at sunset looking over at her to which she would whistle him to come over. One of the nights her granddaughter, Yukio, had been over and had promptly named him “Snuffles”. He barked and waved his tail happily so they continued to call him Snuffles.

Life kept going and two years later she had noticed that Snuffles hadn’t been over a lot lately. She went over to the graves and couldn’t find him. When she spoke to her husband about it they had come to the sad conclusion that Snuffles had most likely passed. She was very sad she hadn’t been able to say goodbye. As she stared at the graveyard the next week she decided to go over to check one last time. She didn’t find her old friend, just the graves, looking worn and dirty. That night her husband found her by the same graves.

“What are you doing?” He asked.