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If someone ever tells you that science and religion can’t coexist, don’t believe them. Religion makes science 100% cooler. You get these moments where you notice something little, like the movement of tiny pond protists, sparks of lightening, this really cool new chemical, a cure for a disease, a breathtaking symphony of birds singing, and just realize that you know the God who made all of this. And if that doesn’t take your breath away, I don’t know what will.
man this is so good
The first thing Albus saw when he walked into the great hall, was his brother surrounded by friends, laughing. James caught his eye, grinned, then turned away.
The second thing he saw was a head of bright yellow hair, Teddy, with his Head Boy badge on, craning his neck until he saw Albus. He stood, but the boy shook his head frantically. He got enough stares without talking to Teddy, the boy surrounded with rumours.
The third thing he saw was the many teachers he already knew well, smiling at him and the others as they walked down to the Sorting Hat.
Names were called out. Houses were cried out. Cheers and laughter, hugs and celebration.
Then
‘Potter, Albus.’
A strange hush fell over the room as the boy stumbled up to the hat. He lifted it and turned, seeing his brother wink at him before it fell over his eyes.
Silence. It felt like he could be alone in the world, the Great Hall forgotten as the hat rippled.
‘Hmmm.’ the voice said into his ear. ‘I remember your father, Albus Potter, and I remember what I said to him. And I will say the same for you. Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage…not a bad mind either. And a nice thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?’
It fell silent, waiting for an answer that Albus could not give. He did not know where he belonged. He never had. He was not like his brother, was not like Teddy. Was not smart or brave. He was just Albus.
‘Hmmm.’ The hat said again after minutes of agonising silence. ‘If you’re sure, better be….SLYTHERIN.’
That last word was shouted out to the room, yet Albus could not hear a sound. He ripped the hat off to meet the stares of silent shock. Of course, of course they were shocked, when the son of the Hero of Hogwarts was in the house that spawned the losers.
But instead of running, fleeing like his mind told him too, he stood, his fathers words from the train station echoing in his ears. And he made his way down to the table covered in green, his head high, his hands shaking. A boy with a mop of white-blonde hair looked up at him and grinned, shuffling over to he could sit.
And while the rest of the room watched still in silence, the Slytherins narrowed their eyes, raised their chins, and cheered the new addition to their family. Each of them had felt the outcast, felt the scars of the old type of Slytherin. Each of them knew what it was like to hear that word, the one that so many thought meant ‘evil.’
They would not let Albus know of them. He was one of theirs now.
After a moment, the teacher coughed and called out the next name, and Albus was forgotten.
Days passed, and though there were whispers and side glances and laughter he knew was about him, he had hopes it would die down. His brother had fitted in perfectly, no one ever brought up who he was. But not a day when by without someone mentioning his father around him, mentioning the war that his parents never talked about.
But then it got worse.
‘Potter!’ A voice called out to him one day. ‘Hey, Potter!’ He paused where he was, in a corridor, his arms full of books, to see three tall sixth years striding towards him, one with a red tie, two with blue. He didn’t trust the looks on their faces.
And he was right not too.
‘Should we even call you that?’ The Gryffindor asked, smirking as he knocked the books out of Albus’ hands and onto the floor. ‘I mean, you, a Potter? Look at yourself. Were you some orphan that they took pity on? Passing you off as a Potter, when they should have known here we would find out the truth.’ He sneered as the other two laughed. ‘You are no better than the scum that tried to take us over all those years ago. He was a liar too, but a better one than you. We will just have to stop you before you can do anything else. All Slytherins are unnatural, but you are the worst.’
The three took out their wands and Albus started backing away. One step, two steps, three.
‘Scared, Potter?’ One of them taunted. He didn’t bother to reply to that- of course he was, when what could a first year do to protect themselves?
Another step, another. All he needed to do was get to the corner then run. But then-
‘Alby?’
He had never been so relieved to hear his brother’s voice.
‘What’s going on?’ James stepped forward, his eyes assessing the situation quickly. Then his eyes narrowed as anger crossed his face.
Gryffindor. Brave. Nothing was braver than a third year standing up to three sixth years.
What was Albus next to him but a coward, a fake. A Slytherin.
‘You will leave my brother alone.’ James’ normally light voice was filled with fury. ‘Or I will tell my father, my uncle, Profesor Longbottom and every other adult I know who fought in the war to come up and remind you why they won. Because of love and friendship, not hate. Slytherins died at the sides of Gryffindors back then, fighting to stop idiots like you.’ He took a step forward, and Albus wondered if there was a difference between bravery and stupidity. ‘Leave him alone, or I will make you.’
Anyone else, and the older students would have laughed. But James Sirius Potter, son of Harry Potter, Hero of Hogwarts? They fled.
‘Alby.’ James took a step towards him. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Leave me alone.’
‘Albus?’
‘You think its wonderful?’ Albus didn’t know where the anger had come from. He didn’t care. ‘That need protecting by you? That people laugh at me because I wear green, the colour of everything they think dad hates? I don’t want your protection! I don’t want any of this!’
He pushed past his brother and ran down the corridor. His father had been wrong. It did matter that he was a Slytherin. He was named after two of the bravest men, yet he was nothing.
Nothing at all.
He was not his fathers son.
Fuck you
Ahh, the highest praise.
Yes it is
I need more! I want to see him learn what it actually means to be Slytherin, beyond the war, what he actually is. WRITE WRITE WRITE!
@vastfandoms help please defend the honor
Ask, and you shall receive ;)
The next day, during lunch inside the Great Hall, Albus was sitting alone, a book in one hand as he worked silently, whilst half paying mind to the plate full of food next to him. He was so absorbed in his work that he hadn’t noticed two people approaching him until their shadows fell upon the table.
One hand swiped down to throw the plate on the floor and Albus froze in his work, placing down the quill gently as his gaze darted to where the teachers usually sat, although there was none at the table.
“Enjoying your lunch, Potter?” One of the voice taunted, Albus clenched his jaw, he knew that voice - it was the Gryffindor from the day before. Slowly, Albus turned in his seat, realising that the rest of the hall had turned quiet to watch the spectacle unfold.
“Oh, that’s right, you’re not even a Potter, are you?” The Ravenclaw taunted, smirk on his face as he grinned maliciously down at Albus, “We should probably give you a new name.”
“Or how about we get rid of you altogether?”
“Or how about, you back off and never come near him again?” A small voice threatened.
Albus turned to look at the voice and saw it was the first year whom he had sat by in the sorting ceremony. Great, they were both going to get cursed.
“You should sit down, mate, or you might get hurt, too. You don’t want to be associated with him, he’s just as bad as the one his father got rid of all these years ago.”
“And you’re as bad as the ones who fought alongside him. And his name was Voldemort, by the way, he’s dead, so you might as well use it.” He retorted, his bravery causing other Slytherins to stand with him.
“We’ve been the butt of your jokes for years,” A fifth-year Slytherin girl spoke up, “We’re not all evil, and we sure as hell don’t make judgement on people because of the house they’re sorted into.”
Albus was speechless, he had never known that he could have trusted the people in his own house.
The fifth-year slipped her wand out of her robes, raising it towards the two sixth-years. Without hesitation, the first year and five others followed.
Albus straightened with a boost of confidence, looking with a resolves stell gaze at the two sixth-years, “Leave, or I will make sure your bullying behaviour is known to all the teachers and authoritative positions I know of. I know that you,” He nodded to the Ravenclaw, “want to be an Auror - one call from my father to Kingsley and your career has gone faster than you can say expelliarmus.”
With a huff and a glance around the hall, the two thugs turned on their heels, walking out of the Great Hall with the little dignity they had left.
“I knew you had it in you,” Teddy Lupin strode over to him, clamping a hand on his shoulder with a grin, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, what’s the point of being Head Boy if you can’t have a little fun?” With a wink and a grin, he marched out of the Great Hall, no doubt to find those two sixth-years.
Albus smiled to himself, his chest filling with pride for himself before he turned to the first-year.
“Thank you,” He said with a bashful grin to the pale haired boy and the six others that sat down with a smile and nod in his direction.
“We have to protect each other because no one else will,” the first-year shrugged. The pale-haired first-year with the pointed features smiled, his grey eyes shining warmly as he held out his hand, “I’m Scorpius, by the way, Scorpius Malfoy.”
Albus slipped his hand into the pale one, shaking it, “Albus Potter.”
THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN THE PART TWO I WAS PLANNING AND IM SO GLAD YOU GOT THAT IT WAS SCORPIUS BECAUSE THREE PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ME WHY I DIDNT ADD HIM IN.
THANK YOU SO MUCH I HAS THREE OPTIONS IN WHICH I COULD HAVE TOOK THIS AND SCORPIUS WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT SEEMED RIGHT AND THE BEGINNING WAS AMAZING OH MY GOD HIT ME RIGHT IN THE FEELS
Thank you :D I’m afraid I can only do ‘crying ‘canons’ so its much better when people can put the hope back into them lol
And that was my plan, for him and Scorpius to become friens in an echo of what ‘could have been’ wuth Draco and Harry.
Oh, I feel you about the angst - I find its so much easier to write :)
I’m so glad I was able to your writing justice!
WAIT HOLD UP *waves traffic flags*
Scorpius smiled. “You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
Albus gave him a tentative smile, but didn’t say anything.
Albus saw Scorpius several times after that, but he mostly stayed in the company of his brother, James, and his circle of friends. Even though he was James’ brother, he could feel his friends weren’t too favorable of him.
“You’re friends with Malfoy, aren’t you?” One of them asked.
“Y-Yes,” Albus stuttered, wondering what he wanted with him.
“I’d stay away from him if I were you,” He says darkly. “I’ve heard of his family. There were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe it. He says Malfoy’s father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the dark side. Y’know, he tried to kill Dumbledore. He’s the wrong sort.”
Albus bristled. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.
YESSSSSSS
omg this is so good
Now I am thinking about how great a Letters To Juliet Gadge AU would be
Do it plzzz
something i think about a lot is what if alien species have less biodiversity on their planets. like if they’ve got maybe 20, 25 species of bugs, total. so they come to earth and they’re like “whoa.” or they’ll like be like walking down the street and they’re like “ok what’s that” pointing at a st bernard and you’re like “oh that’s a dog” and they’re like “whoa, neat, i’ve heard about dogs.”
and you walk for a while longer and then they point at a yorkie and they’re like “what’s that?” and you kind of have to be like “…that. that’s also a dog.” and they’re like “wait, really?” and you’re like “yeah.” and it takes them a while to absorb this but then you just keep walking.
and like you’re going for a while and somebody’s walking their bull terrier and you’re like trying to walk faster hoping your alien friend doesn’t see but no dice they’re like WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT and you’re like “that. that is a dog” and they let out an anguished wail
and like every time after that they see a weird four legged creature they’re like “that BETTER not be a goddamn dog” and half the time you gotta wince and be like “actually,”
If 2/2/22 falls on a Tuesday it could also be known as “2’s Day”
I think my favorite thing about Tumblr fandom is the way that you can compliment someone by screaming at them.
Responding to a fic with WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THIS, YOU MONSTER, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TERRIBLE THING TO ME, GET OUT is considered the highest form of praise, in some circles.
I don’t understand how there’s no Black Widow movie. A little girl being taught to be a spy from childhood. Destroying her youth and innocence and learning to kill. Competing against 27 other girls to stay alive. Being pushed to the breaking point morally, physically, and emotionally. Seeing The Red Room forge her into a weapon. The beginning of her career - assassinating diplomats, manipulating prisoners of Russia, outsmarting SHIELD. Backstory to Drakov, Sal Paulo, the hospital fire, and Budapest. And then a rookie SHIELD agent has her in sight on his scopes. His finger is in the trigger, but he hesitates. She looks scared. She looks tired. She looks like a fighter. So, he brings her in, and takes her under his wing. From a child assassin to a Russian defector. And they could throw Bucky and Yelena in there, along with Clint and Fury, and maybe even a Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood Red Room origin story.
Like, who heard that and went - ‘no, I’m gonna go with Spiderman for the third time, and this guy who can talk to ants’?!
Holy of all that's holy you're right Any Hollywood producers or directors reading this?
There was no in-between for him. It was either all or nothing. He wanted everything but settled for nothing.
(insp)
back by popular demand, the Selection Social Media:
Maxon and America’s TWITTERS
bonus:
maxon and america’s instagram, in which America gets a lot more likes than Maxon does (inspired by THIS post by the lovely rebecca)
Man this is really cute
So, did you guys meet Hale yet? Thoughts?
Ooooh I love him! He's adorable, and he looks sincere, though I'm holding my breath for any plot twist you've got up your sleeves Kiera!
Castes of the Selection Fandom
Ones: Kiera Cass, her family, Harper Teen, Epic Reads, her publisher, her editor
Twos: the people that Kiera follows on any platform of social media, the people that personally know Kiera, the people Kiera personally knows, the people she talks to and they don’t spaz because it happens often; e.g. the Maxon Gang/Rebel Belles
Threes: the people that have met Kiera or have anything with her signature
Fours: the people with posts that Kiera has liked/favorited/reblogged/retweeted, the people who have had their questions answered and posted
Fives: people whom the rest of the Selection fandom acknowledges but is completely unknown to Kiera; e.g. popular fanfiction writers, fan accounts, blogs, etc.
Sixes: completely unknown fans with blogs and accounts
Sevens: people who don’t have any blogs or accounts and are not part of the universe regarding social media; i.e. just readers
Eights: the people who haven’t read the Selection, the people who have never heard of the Selection, the people who don’t want to read the Selection
I’m a four
Man I'm a Six
Sometimes I forget how much I love Maxon and then I see something about him on my dash and all those feelings come back again
Full force.
The fact that Tom mentioned everyone in his tweet BUT emma... And the fact that Emma watched Matt's show which was RIGHT after Tom's and yet she didn't say anything about it... @#)(!%$][*<>§ I just want to see them being friends again - no, not as couple because it's obvious Tom is very happy (and very cute) with Jade - but really, is that too much to ask?
Hi noellebelle09, thanks for writing in! We’re so, so sorry for taking so long to respond.
There are numerous amazing Gadge stories and writers, and different people have different kinds of fics they like. Our invited authors and artists find it difficult to come up with...
WOW there is another gadge shipper in my country!!! And being the very first non-English fic as well! Man I'm so proud of you whoever you are wherever you are
Man so many good fics around. Only 5 months left of crazy fight for college...3 if I'm blessed and lucky then I'm gonna devour all of you
