*Person A Does Unhinged Shit.*

Everyone was panicking. The Avengers had just received a ransom video showing Tony in the hands of some HYDRA kidnappers. They were currently rewatching it, hoping to find some clues to where HYDRA was keeping Tony, as JARVIS couldn't locate him.

"What'cha watching?" a voice over Steve's shoulder said, startling him.

Behind him stood Tony. Steve couldn't do anything other than gawk at Tony, who, other than a few scrapes and bruises, looked completely fine.

"I guess you didn't want to wait for us to rescue you," Bucky remarked.

Tony grinned. "Where would be the fun in that?" he said.

My moot on twt posted this...

I'm not okay :(

Is there a Percy Jackson fic where he doesn't care about the Olympians?

Basically everything is the same, at least at the beginning (and also because I read the books a long time ago and with the serie, the first one is the one I remember best), but instead of being angsty about his dad he just doesn't have a place in his mind for him.

Before, when he was a little kid, he wondered about his dad. Then, time passed and he was alone with his mom and things where good. He didn't really mind it being only the two of them, he kinda liked it.

Then, Gabe came in and he realised how much he missed the times when it was just him and his mom.

He saw other children with their fathers or heard the way they talked about them, and with some it was good, tough it was pretty much the same as it was for him with his mom. He could think, then, that having more of that would be good.

Then he heard others talking about their ever-working dads or their angry-dads and thought that, perhaps, he was better just with his mom, because now there was also Gabe, and what if angry-dads were like angry-Gabes?

So he tried to endure the torment that was Gabe's presence and enjoy what he could of his mom. They would go to the beach, cook blue cookies, fool around. Maybe watch a movie or read. Greek mythology, mainly.

These gods were crazy. And easily angered. And unfair. They didn't seem to care all that much about mortals either. Not even if they worshipped them or if they were related.

So, years later, Percy finds himself in camp-halfblood. He loses his mom, finds out his dad is a god and meets Chiron and Mr. D.

Mr. D is the first god he meets in person. Not very reasuring.

Then he goes around camp, being able to compare the different cabins. Hermes' is cramped. He meets Luke. He finds out about Thalia.

What other conclussion could he reach other than: "The Gods really don't care, huh?"

But then again, neither does he, when he thinks about it. Not really.

But the Olympians are dangerous when they get angry (and sometimes even when they aren't), so he resolves to play nice and do what he is told. He's always tried to keep himself out of troubles, he just hardly ever succeded. But now, knowing that there was a reason (mostly) for him always standing out in the worst way, he could try to stay under the radar.

And then he is claimed, accused of theft and sent on a quest.

Percy, Grover and Annabeth encounter the furies, and Percy thinks he doesn't want Hades as an enemy. He hopes he can get his mom back without things going sideways, but that seems more unlikely by the second. He doesn't really care that much about it.

And the bolt, right. Well... Annabeth can remember that.

Then there is Medusa. She was after him because of his father and after Annabeth because of her mother.

Percy wonders how many monsters are out for his blood because of his father.

There is another thought on the back of his mind, and he refuses to let it escape. But he can't help himself sometimes. The thought can benseen as twisted, but it could always be becuase, were he to fail, would he also be turned into a monster, cursed to forever to hunt those who were supposed to be his own kind.

They sever Medusa's head, but instead of sending it to Olympus, Percy covers her eyes and stuffs it in a bagpack, remembering the story of the first Perseus.

They find Equidna. The head comes in handy.

He meets Ares. The war-god doesn't remind him of Clarisse all that much. Kind of a jerk, but not as bad as Gabe's pocker buddies. Definitely better than the asshole himself (the bar is so low...)

Ares tries to make him angry the same way Aphrodite would lure in any other.

Gods, unlike what you'd think, can't truly create mortal's emotions. Not by themselves, at least. If they could, Eros wouldn't need his bow.

Gods, with nothing else to aid them, can enhance existing emotions. Ares would usually take people's anger or annoyance and multiply it.

But this dumb kid has none. No anger, no mild annoyance or even a little grudge that he could direct at himself. Not because of him being Ares, the war-god, not for being Clarisse's father or even an Olympian like Posseidon. There was nothing to work with. So he tried being a jerk, but it still didn't work.

Ares offered his side-quest and felt in the kid the desire to refuse. But it was put down before he could exploit it.

The quest was fulfilled and after giving the kids some useful stuff and planting the bolt on them, Ares recived a polite thanks from the kids and saw them go on that truck.

Percy, contrary to popular belief, knew perfectly well how to be polite and well manered. Actually, he was an expert. How many times do you think he had to swallow his tongue, his pride and thoughts just to save himself from detention, expulsion or a beating? No, this boy knew very well the rules of the game, especialy with adults. When an adult has power over you, you play nice. He knew that kind of people would never like him, and the feeling was mutual, but if he was polite enough, if he behaved, they would leave him alone, they would ignore him and he them. All would be ok.

Ares didn't get how a kid, a teenager at that, could simply have no anger. He knew half-bloods, he's felt their wrath. They all resent their parents, so what was different this time?

They get trough the Cassino and make it to the underworld. Caron is easily bribed and they get on the boat.

They all nearly fall to Tartarus. Then, they find the bolt.

Percy goes to Hades. He kneels and gives a polite greating. Hades tells him about capturing his mom, then asks for his helm. Percy doesn't have it, but says he knows where it is and asks for the opportunity to retrive it. After the young demigos swearsnon the Stix, Hades himself send them all out of the underworld. The bolt is never mentioned.

Percy is forced to leave his mother behind and then fight Ares for the helm and the bolt.

There are no jokes or taunts, just a fight. At the end, before Ares could curse him, Percy kneels and asks for forgiveness.

After winning, Percy could only thing about the consequences of what he'd done. He thought about Annabeth and Grover, who had come with him and would surely receive part of whatever the war-god sent his way, just for being there. And he thought about his mother, who Hades had taken away, who he couldn't save yet, because he had to prioritize the bolt to prevent a war. His mother, who had suffered a life with Gabe for Percy's sake, and who would surely be targeted, as the person Percy most loved, if the myths had anything of truth (which they apparently did).

Ares didn't really get it. Forgiveness for what? The kid hadn't cheated. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the fight had been fair. So he asked.

"For offending you."

Responded the kid, still not looking at the other in the eyes. Ares didn't really answer. That behavior wasn't normal. It was, admittedly, what he wanted. But it wasn't normal.

Ares left. The helm fell to the floor where he had stood.

Alecto, who had witnessed the fight, recived the helm to deliver. No threats, but a short look of understanding.

The trio then boarded a plain and went to New York. Annabeth and Grover went to camp. Percy, to the Empire State.

Tired and quite done with life, he sassed the guy at reception into letting him pass.

He walked his way into Olympus and reached the throne room where he found Zeus and Posseidon.

He knelt at the entrance, greeting both men at the same time, no difference. There were no complains about it.

Percy gives the bolt back and says what happened at the entrance of Tartarus. Then he tells them about Ares' involvement. His concerns are brushed aside and he doesn't push. He knows better. Besides, if things turned out bad, they would realize eventually and noone would be able to blame him for letting out something important.

Percy is dismissed. He kneels before turning to leave. He is called by Posseidon, so he turns once again. The god turned human size before Percy's eyes and walked until he was standing in front of the boy.

When Posseidon said he was sorry Percy was born, the boy felt offended, but not truly hurt. A part of him wanted to say: "Yeah, you fucked up." He obviously refrained. When Posseidon said that he was proud, when he talks about Sally being a queen amongst mortals, Percy refrained a disdainful scowl. He wasn't angry at the god, but he was exausted, and scared, and worried about his mother, and he didn't feel like listening to this stranger saying things that only friends and family should say. But Percy knew better than to anger strong people, so he smiled and nodded, unable to pretend and do more, but refusing to give anyone reason to punish him. When he was finally dismissed, he had to do his best to control his steps and not run to the elevator.

He goes home to his mother. Medusas' head is still on his pack. A very ugly statue is on the market by the end of the day.

Back at camp, is already nigth and Percy goes out to the forest with Luke.

When the blond tells him he is leaving, Percy says he understands. When Luke tells him to go with him, Percy refuses.

Luke asks him why, when the Olympians aren't worth it.

Then, where the blond expects refusal and denial, Luke recives a tired laugh. Percy is very aware of that, but he'd rather keep himself out of trouble. The gods are too powerful, and powerful people can be dangerous, especially if they consider you little more than pets.

Still, he wouldn't leave. Leaving would mean abandoning his mom, and he would never leave his only family for anything in the world.

When Luke reveals his crimes, Percy tries to reason with him.

"What do you think Chronos will do with us once he doesn't need us anymore?"

But Luke was already completely blinded by fake promises.

Percy is poisoned. He passes out and wakes up in the infirmary.

Summer ends and he goes back to his mom, a whole new word to fight for and against.

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Now, I like when Percy sasses the gods and is on good terms with them, but what about him being afraid and wary of them?

I want Percy to keep the Olympians at arm's length while they try to get closer. I want all the Olympians to deal with the rejection and emotional hurt they inflicted on each of their children, ok? Ok.

I saw a propt on insta and now this happpened

Ok, so I was scrolling on insta the other day and found this prompt about an autor who got sick or hurt or something and was about to d¡e.

Thing is that the characters on their book try to save them and the one who is more eager to help is the villain.

Now, that's great, but then my fanfiction-addict arse started to think.

AU. Modern Era. Harry Potter. With Severus Snape as the autor and Tom M. Riddle as the villain and them completly ooc.

Then everything kinda went crazy.

I imagined a scene were Sev wakes up in his hospital room, maybe in the middle of the freaking night and sees this person there, but like, he cannot make them out until they get closer and when they do he recognises Riddle asap.

Then, they both start talking. You know, the old, what are you doing here? How are you here?

Then Tom explains that he was the only one who got to this world, the others were probably still trying, but...

Point is, if Sev faded, so would the word he was creating. That would be until he finished the story.

Then maybe Tom tries to convince/threatens Severus so he would give him a good ending.

Severus says no and Tom kinda blows up.

Sev dosn't really react to the outburst, he knows this time is more bark than bite.

Tom pretty much plummets in the chair next to the bed and Sev explains to him that even though the story still lacked an epiloge, the last chapter was already sent to the editor and was pretty much irreversibly part of the saga.

There is silence, of course. Sev really needs to process the madness that is all that. Tom needs to come to terms with the fact that he is basically doomed.

Tom is the first one to speak.

"Can I at least know what will happen?" He sort of demands-pleads.

Severus answers with a sigh.

"I can tell you that the chapter ends with your plans ruined and you being taken by the aurors."

"Typical" the villain scoffs.

Severus chuckles, unable to stop himself and quite unconcerned about it.

Tom sighs. Then thinks about something else that has been nagging his brain for the past couple of weeks he has been there.

"Who am I here?" He blurts out of the blue, for Severus, at least.

"What do you mean?"

"Every person that is related somehow to you in this word is nearly a copy of someone in my world," he explains. "Sans me, apparently."

"Oh, that," Severus smiles. "No, you won't find anyone like you here. All the main characters in your home are based on people I know except you. You are the only one I fully created."

Tom opens his mout to reply but finds himself nearly speechless, not so much for what he was told, but because of the apparent warmth he was being addresed with.

Severus then frowned and pursed his lips. A painful grimace takes over hia face as realisation hits him. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply before looking at the man in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, Riddle."

Tom blinks before getting back his wits and replying with the most nonchalance he could muster. "It's not your fault you cannot change the end now," he said shrugging as a bonnus.

"Is not that," said the autor. "All the things I put you through without knowing..."

"If it wasn't you, it would've been someone else," replied the other.

"How so?" Now Severus was curious.

"It's complicated..." sighed the villain while leaning on the chair, a hand slightly pulling at his hair in exhaustion.

Getting the hint, Severus just nodded and dorpped the topic.

"And who are you? In the story, I mean..." asked Tom then.

"Oh! I'm Tobias Snape."

"The potion profesor?" inquired Tom with a frown. Both eyebrows arched at the answering nod. "You don't look like him."

"I guess not," chuckled the other.

"You don't act like him either," stated the man sitting on a chair, watching as the autor downrigth laughed at his last comment.

Then the man smiled sadly as he explained. "I guess the way I wrote the people in the book are the way I percieve the people in here."

The pause after that was tense and Tom could not help himself.

"Shit! You need therapy!"

Tom actually cringed at what he said and the expression on the other man's face. That until Severus burst out in damn giggles.

"I knew you were blunt, but...!" he tried to say beetwen chuckles.

"And who's to blame, huh?" replied the other, failing in supressing a smile.

"Who else have you met?" asked Severus suddenly.

Upon looking at him, Tom reached the insane conclussion that Prince was not worried, he just wanted to know.

"I think I met pretty much everyone." Whatever face he made after speaking must have betrayed his thoughts, if Princes' wince was to be considered. He shrugged before replying, reminding himself in his head that this person definitly knew what an asshole he could be. "Honestly, Lily is way more pleasant in my world. James and Sirius though...," he didn't try to hide the disdain in his voice. "I have never met someone so unpleasent, and that is saying something! You went too easy on them!" By that point, Severus was chuckling again.

Like this they spent hours, comparing people and stories of their worlds.

It was a bit outputting meeting someone for the first time with that person already aware of every little detail of your life. Even more so when said person did not run away.

Eventually, they didn't have anything else to talk about, and Tom still had to go back to his world. Severus could read it in his eyes, the moment Tom was readying himself to go, to give him some parting words before leaving.

"What if...?" Asked Severus suddenly. He licked his lips, overly conscious of the attention Tom was giving him. "What if I could give you a way out?"

"But you said you can't change the story," replied Tom, confused.

"I also said that the epiloge is still unfinished." Severus started tangling his fingers on the blancket draped around him, nerviously trying to think of anything that could-. His face lit up with a smile. "I cannot make you win, but I can make you scape."

Tom clenched one fist, hope swelling in his chest while he tried to keep it down.

"There is nowhere for me to go, Prince."

"Call me, Severus," blurted out the other without thinking while reaching for the notebook and pen on the bedside table oposite where Tom was sitting. "And you are rigth, there's nowhere in your world you can go, that's why you will start anew in whatever world you choose."

Tom's mind was spinning. He had already accepted the fact that he was done. Now he may had a way out, but it felt surreal, too easy. Heck! He didn't even had that much hope before reaching the building they where in. Besides... "I could only make it here because you were about to pass!"

"I can make another way. You know I can," said Severus, frantically scribling with his pen. "A portal that will take you wherever you wish to go, where noone will ever be able to follow..."

Tom tried and failed in speaking a couple of times.

"Prin- Severus," amended, remembering the other's words a while ago. "Why are you doing this?"

Severus finally left his notes in favor of the man sitting next to him. The dejected and confused expression he found told him more than anyone could belive.

Riddle was not expecting to be helped. He probably never did.

Of course he never did! Severus was well aware of the reason- of the reasons Riddle had to not trust him or anyone else, really.

Severus smiled warmly at Tom. "Did you know you were always one of my favorites?"

Tom watched unable to reply, as Severus' hand tangled briefly in his hair (too briefly).

That's how, in the end of the story, Tom was able to open a portal to a world unknown to any other person in his. Noone knew how he did it and the reserch was lost forever, a last tiny victory for the nearly convict.

Severus stayed a week to be checked. His 'magical' recovery was on every news you'd find.

When the time to leave came, the nurse told him about his family in the lobby.

Lily must have gotten out of work early.

Walking to meet her, he was disconcerted by the lack of red hair in his view.

He looked around, willing the universe to free him of the posibility of Lupin being the person offering him a ride home.

"Ready to go?" asked a voice behind his back.

He turned so fast that the world lost focus for a second before he met the eyes of the man leaning agaist the wall, already carring a bag with severus' belongings.

"Riddle?" he whispered desbelieving.

"Call me Tom," answered the other with a half smile.

Severus huffed a laugh while aproaching him, leaning in to retrive his bag. The other swung it over his shoulder and out of his reach, walking towards the exit so the autor would follow.

"Don't think that I'm not happy to see you," started Severus. "But why are you in this world again?"

They made it to a car. Tom retrieved the car's key from his pocket and Severus chose to adress that later.

"You tell me," snarked the ex-villian while putting Severus bag on the back of the car.

"I wrote for you to go wherever you wanted to go," Severus tried to explain and understand himself.

Tom only hummed blandly and opened the door of the car for Severus to get in.

He then walked around the car and got in himself, settling in the driver's sit and igniting the engine.

"I wanted you to start again where you cuold enjoy your life... wher you could be-" he cut himself, feeling sad all of a sudden. Did he fail Tom?

"I know," Tom interrumped his depressing thoughts.

Severus looked at him, only to be met with a small, yet warm smile.

They got to a red ligth and the car stopped. Tom reached out and, hesitanly interlaced his fingers with Severus'.

Marveling at the sight that were their hands togethet, Severus was finally hit with realisation.

He looked at Tom and smiled openly at him.

The light changed to green and Tom let go of Severus while asking for directions. They had to get home.

I had a similar idea, but also very different. Also I want to keep this :)

Plot bunnies - [Severus Snape / Voldemort]

Concept: post-war Snape and post-war Voldemort going back in time, forms a soul bond, trying not to kill each other, and fall in love.

No, but see. Snape knows Voldemort is bad news, but, he also knows about horcruxes, and a lot of the weird changes in the Dark Lord now makes sense to him. He hates Voldemort, fears him, idolizes him, wanting him dead yesterday but can’t help but imagine a strong and sane Voldemort doing good things to the wizarding world. Second chances and all that. Voldemort just hates Snapes gut for betraying him. Snape, who he once trusted the most, once favoured, whom he once saw himself in. All he wanted was to kill Snape in the most gruesome way.

Snape plans to save Voldemort, while preparing for plan B and plan Cs in case he failed, he wouldn’t allow a mad Dark Lord in his world if he can do anything about it. And he is doing something about it. According to his original plan, he is going to kidnap Voldemort somehow, collect whatever horcruxes that was already made, and somehow find a way to piece them together, show his lord about the consequences of his madness, then convince him that no, your old plan isn’t gonna work.

Voldemort plans vengeance, while looking into how not to fail this time, looking for reasons that he failed the last time. Now that he’s not processing on 1/7 of brain power, he sees that his methods perhaps needs some improvements, and maybe, just maybe, 7 horcruxes is a bit much even for him. So while tracking Snape down, he slowly changed strategies, because he truly does want good for the magical world. It’s just, his perceptions were a bit skewed, but death has a way to fix that.

The thing is, neither of them know the other one is also back in time, so, there’s some hilarious miscommunications. Like the assholes they are, Voldemort doesn’t care the Snape in the past doesn’t deserve his wrath, and Snape doesn’t care what Voldemort wants at all.

So Snape forced a soul bond on the two of them, taking advantage of the instability of a fractured soul, trying to use his own soul as an anchor to stabilize Voldemort’s soul. Because he is an suicidal asshole. Now Voldemort can’t torture Snape without feeling a portion of the sensory feedback and can’t kill Snape without dying himself.

Snape is pissed off because he was still angry this version of Voldemort is the one that killed Lily. Yes he is still bitter about it. Voldemort is pissed off because a soul bond is definitely not in his plan of torturing Snape to death, and now that he realizes that this IS the Snape that betrayed him, he wants him dead even more.

But they have to make do, right? They now have a common goal in mind, which is to piece the soul shards together, so that Voldemort can be hopefully completely sane again? And hopefully their bonds will break when the second party of the bond never consented and now a stable and unfractured soul can deny the bond so perhaps it will break?

Because of the bond, they are in each other’s mind. Snape knows he would definitely die a terrible death but at least Voldemort can’t do anything to him now, so he has zero restraint in telling Voldemort that his is a fucking idiot whenever he’s making some bad decisions in anger, like, raiding a muggle village and all that nonsense. Voldemort hates every minute of it, but he is a little grateful for it too.

Anyway, they also research together. The bond is like a google docs in their brain so they’re sharing their researches and adding to each other’s part and for the two geniuses like them, that is probably one of the best research experience they ever had. They understand each other so easily.

Hostility dies down a bit, Snape got injured somehow and Voldemort forces him to stay at his place. Nothing, if you die I will die too and that’s just awefully inconvenient and all that. Imagine the awkward domesticity.

Then, they figure out a way. They prepare for the ritual, both knowing that after that things are going back to trying to kill each other and not die game, and truthfully, they are not too fond of that.

And Snape is Snape, the angst king of all angst. He thinks that Voldemort will absolutely kill him as soon as the ritual is done. But he doesn’t want to kill Voldemort anymore, and he hates himself for being so selfish, and hates himself more for wanting to kill Voldemort.

Voldemort is still suspicious that Snape is going to betray him somehow. But he wants to trust him again. He hates Snape for making him feel that way, and hates himself for being soft.

So. The ritual thing happens. Voldemort is whole again, but the bond did not break. They are both disappointed but a little glad about it.

For the first time in a long time, Voldemort feels his mind is clear and void of the voices telling him to kill and to hurt. For the first time in a long time, Snape no longer has a goal that his life depends on and at risk of dying for. They both feel, a little, empty.

They goes back to the routines. Domesticity is no longer awkward this time and they feel so natural around each other. After spending so long not hiding anything, they feel they can trust each other more than anyone else in the world.

And somewhere in the way, they fall in love, enjoying it while denying it. Both trying to out-flirt the other while pretending that no, there’s absolutely no feelings between them. They have a purely professional relationship sharing the same political insights and the same academic interests. They are NOT a couple. No. What are you talking about Lucius.

And it just became so natural. They wake each other up from nightmares, laugh at the silly and untrue stories on the newspapers, discussing their childhood and their dreams, sharing Thanksgiving dinners and wake up on the Christmas Day smiling and muttering sleepy g'mornings.

One day, Snape says, “I have never apologized for betraying you, have I?”

“Are you apologizing now?”

“No, you were wrong, and you were an asshole, and I am not sorry for going to Dumbedore.”

“Well, I’m sorry for killing you though, and your death had been completely unnecessary, sorry about that too.”

“I am not sorry for the action of betraying you, but I do regret that my choice had hurt your feelings.”

“Thats not apologizing.”

“I told you I’m not apologizing.”

“You are terrible. I should have killed you.”

“Why didn’t you though? We both know that the bond didn’t break because you are holding on to it. For some reasons.”

“It’s just such a pity I guess.”

“For what?”

“I love too much for that, I guess?”

“You guess?”

“I know.”

“Um, you know what? Me too.”

That’s it. The end.

This is the maybe 20k story that’s never going to get written because I don’t have enough brain power to plan out how these two lovely genius assholes scheming to kill each other. I’m no Slytherin.

Someone please write this. I want an LVSS fic so badly.

Heyyy, noticed you said that you're confused about Megatron (what with D-16 and Megatronus being thrown around), and I thought I'd explain! I do not mean to demean you in any way, I'd just like to explain because I like talking :>

Megatron is, well, Megatron- Optimus Prime's arch-enemy, the leader of Decepticons. That stays the same throughout basically every continuity (show, comic, yadda yadda…).

D-16 is a newer "past" version of Megatron- I believe that he's exclusive to the Transformers One movie. He's a miner with Orion Pax, best of buds, and also Megatronus Prime fanboy (Megatronus Prime being one of the thirteen Primes to emerge from Primus). After discovering Sentinel Prime's betrayal, as he killed the thirteen to seize power, he gets way pissed off about it and kills Sentinel, taking the name "Megatron" to honour(?) Megatronus Prime.

Megatronus is a bit older- he's the past version of Megatron in Transformers Prime. In this, he was a successful gladiator from Kaon, and he wanted to start a revolution or something of the like to end the social castes that Cybertron lived under that's based on your alt mode. But, oh no, he's been evil all this time! He becomes Optimus Prime's #1 hater after Optimus, at the time Orion Pax, is chosen to be the next Prime instead of him (they also were friends in this too, and Orion was an archivist).

In the comics (at least the 2005 IDW comics), Megatron was always Megatron, though he started as a miner. After some shenanigans happened, I'm not exactly sure as to what, Megatron is sent to the Pits of Kaon to be a gladiator. After that, somehow, he starts the Decepticon movement and then the war. Orion Pax, in this continuity, is a police officer who is deeply concerned about the state of Cybertron, which lives under a caste system, like the Transformers Prime universe.

Also, the show that you're talking about with the episode where Optimus gets amnesia is Transformers Prime. The episode in question, though, could be Season 1, Episode 26, in which Prime initially loses his memory, or Season 2, episodes 1-3, which focus on the aftermath.

Have a good day! Many apologies if this offends you!

Hi!

Thank you for your answer, it was not offensive at all. I really appreaciate you taking the time to explain a bit of the show(s) to me.

Also, thank you for sort of adding the reasoning behind Megatron creating the Decepticons, I hadn't realised it was a point I wasn't yet aware of.

Have a nice day!

I'm reblogging this just for that last sentence and all other fandoms and contexts I can imagine it in...

love seeing the beginnings of perseus "pay your fucking child support" jackson's crusade against the gods' parental negligence problem in ep 1 & 2 of the pjo show. the absolute KING of "my daddy gave me issues so HE'S about to HAVE issues"

It’s okay to have low pain tolerance.

It’s okay to cry because your pain is at a 2 out of 10.

It’s okay to have higher tolerance for certain types of pain and lower tolerance for others.

It’s okay to be upset that your pain makes you dissociate, but not know any other way to deal with it.

Chronic pain is awful, period. Everyone who deals with it deserves compassion.

I just thought, and I guess it's kind of unrelated, but what if Severus's patronus isn't a doe, but a bambi? It was supposed to grow into a stag, but it never got the chance, it could never fulfill itself and remained forever young and unchanged, stuck in time and memory, perhaps in an effort to retain a semblance of the few good moments it could recall, maybe as a result of not being allowed to develop and grow into its full capabilities.

from lily pov btw 🥹

You know what I haven't seen yet? A scene where someone has to tell something to Snape, something he won't like, and Snape listens stonefaced while sharpening two knives against each other.

He is not even looking at the other person while the unlucky messenger is talking, sweating bullets, watching the glint of the knives.

And then, whatever that person was there to say is finally said and Snape freezes, knives still in his hands. He slowly turns and lifts an eyebrows, daring the poor idiot to repeat themselves.

So they flee, or faint or start babling something.

It's just... I've encountered a post of Snape using cooking skills in potions while half-asleep (which gave me this idea), but I've never read this.