#matlida

---------------------------------------------------- Miss Honey had always told her that she was something special, and she truly believed that. A precocious young child, with a mind of brilliance. She had never expected the day they had shown up, threatening Miss Honey with words Matilda had never heard before. Curse words that had never even left her parents mouths, left these mens' mouths, and she was disgusted. She had shut the door in their faces with a jerk of her chin. A frightened look from Miss Honey, and Matilda pulled her into the backroom of the cottage.

"It will be okay, Miss Honey," she promised. "I'll protect you."

Miss Honey smiled sadly. It was as though she knew their peace would only be for so long. There was nought to be done about it, and she held Matilda close. Miss Honey promised her, that no matter what happened, that she must remember to be kind. That the only way to live, was to go forward.

It was the next day when they came. Matilda remembered screaming and throwing all that she could -- but when Miss Honey opened the door to a gentle knock, and the shot rang out -- there was nothing but pure sorrow as she was plucked from her life as though she weighed nothing, and carried past the limp body of her truest and purest friend. Her soft honeyed eyes that mimicked her namesake were glazed, and Matilda tucked her face into the unforgiving suit jacket of the man that carried her.

There were men dressed in black, and there were men in army fatigues. They had clearly expected a battle, but with the sight of Miss Honey, fallen at her door -- the fight went out of Matilda, and she simply cried.

Sorrow. It beat at her like a relentless drum, and vibrated into her very soul. She'd never felt anything like it. And with the sorrow she became struck with nightmares that never ceased, and became docile, and quiet. She cried herself to sleep until there were no more tears, and she called for Miss Honey in her sleep. She did as they asked, lifted and moved things, never even blinking  or responding to their at their compliments, and their absolute delight at her abilities. They were cold, and unaffectionate. Quiet, and corrective. Dressed in white, in white rooms, with an odd lighting, that after awhile gave her migraines. However, after years, of quiet dismal depression and sorrow, that Matilda felt to her core, something happened.

And it changed absolutely everything. One of the doctors, a narrow faced man, had mentioned Miss Honey. He had sat across from her, while doing tests, striking his pen across the paper, and writing when necessary. He had callously said "that Honey woman, had no idea of the power she'd held in the palm of her hand" to another doctor. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the sorrow snapped. Like brittle cooked bones, it shattered and left behind shards that burned and pierced her heart and soul.

It transformed.

It became something more akin to fire. Raising her tired eyes, she glared at the man, and with a whispered apology to Miss Honey, she realized that she could not always be kind. But, yes, the only way to live, was to go forward.

Matilda felt the fire burn brighter, and with a small crooked smile, looked at the man across from her. Without a singular blink, she mentally plucked the pen from his fingers, and thrust it through his throat. Jugular to jugular, and through the voice box. His eyes widened, and he looked confused. She felt no joy in this, only that she knew that Miss Honey never meant for things to be this way.

remus lupin is a gay jewish werewolf and i love him

bUT WAIT holy shit

imagine remus has a half sister, okay? they share a dad and there’s a big age gap, ten years or so and when she’s very small they move to america and remus stays in england with his mum. 

his sister also happens to be a squib. not that it matters to lupin, of course not. he loves his little sister and his little sister loves him and they keep in touch, mostly through regular muggle mail. he’s intrigued when one day he gets a card in the mail that just reads ‘call me when you can, it’s important’.

he goes into town and calls his sister from a payphone.

‘jenny? it’s me.’

‘remus,’ she breathes, ‘it’s good to hear your voice.’

‘so what’s so important?’

jenny tells him how their stepmother is finally gone, how she’s now the principal of the local school. she tells him of a wonderful little girl who owns her heart and is now her daughter. and how her daughter is showing a lot of signs of being magical and she doesn’t know much about the world and wants to know what to do next.

he’s apparated there before the day is over, and hugs his sister when she opens the door. he spots a little girl standing behind his sister, staring at him with inquisitive eyes. he kneels down and smalls, offering his hand for him to shake.

‘hello, there. my name is remus,’ he says. the little girl hesitates for a moment, before reaching out and shaking his hand.

This dress made out of Playbills! GAG!!

This amazing Wicked moment! 

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812….see what they did there?? 😉

This girl knows “you’ve gotta be LOUD!”

We may be biased, but we’re LOVING this Princess Jasmine moment! Yes, girl!!!