Roiben

30, writer, marauders and all for the game fandom currently writing a gigantic fanfic abt the marauders at hogwarts if u want to check it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/63614497/chapters/163043071

[andreil-protection-squad]

Hello! I am currently in the progress of writing a very long fanfiction abt the marauders at Hogwarts. It will span the entire seven years of their time at school and also beyond that during war. There will be slow slow slooooow burn Jily and Wolfstar, also Dorlene and some other fun ships. It has multiple POVs and will probably even gain some more as time goes on. Its main focus is the friendship and relationship of the marauders and their classmates, but also first love, queerness in the 70s, war and propaganda, bigotry, hatred and jelousy. Everyone will get their own storys (yes, even Peter), and everyone is equally important. Obviously some have a bigger impact, but I still try to make everyone as fleshed out as possible.

I would love it, if you could check it out or give it a comment, if you´re reading it. I dont have that many followers, so maybe it will just fly under the radar but whatever, I can try. I´m really proud of all that I´ve written so far and I will keep on updating the story, even if it sometimes takes a while. (I´m mainly writing in german and am only translating it into english, which is not my main language, which is why chapters can take a while)

So, if you like the marauders, or just very long and detailed storys, then maybe check my fanfic out!

Summary:

1971 is the year of beginnings - it is the year that heralds the beginning of the friendship that will change the world forever. Four mismatched boys take the Hogwarts Express to begin their first year at the magical boarding school, unaware that they will be the ones to play arguably the most significant roles in the Wizarding War blossoming on the horizon. However, while James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are still trapped in their childish world, unaware of what they are about to do, the dark thoughts at the back of Severus' mind begin to stir and Lily soon realises that not every friendship is based on truth. But when the foundation of lies threatens to crumble beneath her feet, the one she has long loathed lends her a hand and perhaps Lily can admit to herself that she has been wrong about more than one boy.

[a03minyard]

I don’t think Neil ever told Andrew he went to California because there was absolutely no version of that conversation that ended with Andrew staying in South Carolina.

I think Andrew and Kevin would arrive at the airport late enough when the parking lot would be mostly empty, and Neil would be waiting for them outside the Maserati with a cigarette in his hand.

Kevin spotted him first and his expression immediately soured, which Neil supposed was impressive considering Kevin already looked exhausted and annoyed from several hours of travel. Andrew walked behind him with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his face blank.

“Welcome back,” Neil said.

Kevin walked right past him.

Neil turned his head and watched Kevin open the back door, throw his duffel inside, and climb in without so much as acknowledging him. “Nice to see you too.”

“Drive,” Kevin snapped through the open window. “I’m tired.”

Andrew had stopped in front of him. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t have to.

Neil took one drag from the cigarette before holding it out between them. Andrew hesitated for a second before taking it from him.

Neil watched Andrew take a drag before he hooked two fingers through Andrew’s belt loops.

Andrew’s eyes narrowed.

“Welcome home,” Neil said, and pulled him closer.

Andrew let himself be kissed.

It wasn’t much. Neil pressed their mouths together and Andrew stayed there for a second, cigarette held carefully away from them, before he put a hand against Neil’s chest and pushed him back.

Neil smiled despite himself and surrendered the car keys.

Kevin waited exactly until they were out of the airport before ruining what little peace they had.

“So,” he said from the backseat, “when were you planning on telling us you went to California?”

Neil settled deeper into his seat. “I wasn’t.” He looked out the window. “I went to see Jean. It was something I owed him, and it wasn’t any of your business.”

Silence settled over the car, but it wasn’t comfortable anymore. Kevin muttered something under his breath, and Neil ignored him.

He glanced over at Andrew. Andrew’s attention was on the road, one hand loose around the steering wheel while the other rested near the gearshift. His expression hadn’t changed, but his eyes flicked towards Neil for half a second before returning to traffic.

Kevin tried twice more before they reached campus. Neil gave him increasingly useless answers until Kevin finally gave up.

“This is why no one trusts you,” Kevin said as Andrew pulled into the dorm parking lot.

Kevin got out before Neil could answer. He wrestled his duffel out with considerably more aggression than necessary and slammed the door shut.

“Goodnight, Kevin,” Neil called.

“Fuck you.”

Andrew turned the car back on.

Neil looked at him. “We’re leaving?”

Andrew pulled out of the parking spot without answering.

Neil considered their lack of luggage, the time, and Andrew’s general mood. “Columbia?”

“Yes.”

Neil smiled and rested his head against the headrest. They made it several minutes before Andrew spoke.

“I thought I told you to stop being a martyr.”

There it was. Neil turned his head. Andrew was still watching the road, but his grip on the wheel had tightened.

Neil sighed and reached across the console. He touched the back of Andrew’s hand first, giving him enough time to move if he wanted to. Andrew didn’t, so Neil slid his fingers between his and pulled his hand away from the gearshift to bring them onto his thigh. Andrew’s fingers stayed loose in his, neither holding on nor pulling away.

“I didn’t tell you because you would’ve come,” Neil said.

Andrew glanced at him.

“You followed Kevin halfway across the country because he needed you. If I told you I was getting on a plane alone to California, you would’ve gotten on it too.”

Andrew looked back at the road.

Neil rubbed his thumb over Andrew’s knuckles. “You hate flying.”

“I hate lots of things.”

“And you especially hate California.”

Andrew’s fingers tightened around his.

Neil smiled a little, but he didn’t let himself turn it into a joke. “I wasn’t hiding Jean from you. I wasn’t trying to do something stupid. I just needed to see him, and I knew if I told you, you’d come with me.”

Andrew was quiet for a long time. The highway stretched dark ahead of them, the lights passing over his face in intervals.

“You don’t get to decide what I can tolerate,” Andrew said eventually.

Neil winced. “Yeah. I know.”

“That includes heights and California.”

Neil considered that. “California is objectively terrible.”

Andrew pulled his hand free.

Neil laughed and caught it again before Andrew could return it to the gearshift.

“I should’ve told you,” Neil admitted. “But I didn’t want you following me just because you thought I needed protecting.”

Andrew’s expression went very still.

Neil looked down at their hands and realized that wasn’t right. “No. That’s not what I mean.” He rubbed his thumb over Andrew’s knuckles. “I didn’t think you’d come because you thought I couldn’t handle it. I knew you’d come because you wouldn’t let me do it alone.”

For a few seconds there was only the sound of the tires against the road. Then, Andrew squeezed his hand once.

Neil smiled and turned towards the window again, keeping Andrew’s hand warm against his thigh while the miles disappeared underneath them.

[little2nerdy]

Neil had been sure he was well enough to go out for his usual morning run.

Sure he'd been awake half the night with cold sweats, his body shaking, nose running, and a pounding headache...but he's dealt with worse. He told himself the fresh air would be good for him.

However he had clearly miscalculated. Halfway through his loop around campus his fatigue caught up to him, a too heavy foot catching on uneven pavement sent him sprawling.

So now here he was, laying on the ground, waiting for Andrew to come get him, palms and knees bloody as dawn slowly turns into morning. He'd pulled himself out of the way of foot traffic, not that there was any this early, the cool concrete soothing his aching bones as he wills himself to stay awake.

He wasn't sure how long his eyes had been closed when he feels something brush against his leg. Dragging his eyes open he's met with the tiniest black puffball of a kitten he's ever seen.

Its dirty, clearly in need of a few good meals, part of it's tiny tail missing, leaving behind only a bloody stump.

"Looks like we both need some help.'' The kitten just climbs onto his chest, bitty sharp claws digging through his shirt. It curls up over his heart clearly savoring the warmth that Neil's fever is forcing his body to produce. As the kitten kneads itself into a little ball and beginning to purr like a tiny motor, Neil's eyes slip closed again.

An indeterminate amount of time later Neil feels a boot nudge against his sneaker.

"I can't believe you." He opens his eyes to an even grumpier than usual looking Andrew, though in his eyes Neil can see him considering the scene in front of him. A battered and bloody Neil with his tiny matching counterpart.

"I made a friend." Neil says peering down at the kitten where its still napping on his chest.

"I'm so proud." Andrew huffs, leaning down to pick up the creature carefully as Neil pulls himself to standing. "You both need medical attention. Let's go."

[guccifloralsuits]

If THE modern translator of the OG Odyssey text wrote this about my film adaptation I’d kill myself

Emily Wilson you’re goated

[ladytharen]

She absolutely destroyed Nolan in this review O_O

"Without a tub of wax for my ears – which Himesh Patel’s ever anxious Eurylochus, Odysseus’s doomed right-hand man, uses to sail safely past the Sirens – I was exposed to the full din of thumping sticks, staffs, swords and clashing armour, thunderbolts, crashing waves, grunts, screams, toppling palaces and burning temples. But unlike Matt Damon, the wax-free Odysseus who is tied to the mast as he is conveyed past the Sirens (naked ladies reclining on some uncomfortable-looking rocks), I gazed at the shipwrecks and bloodbaths without any agony of emotion."

and

"There are more female characters than in most Nolan movies, thanks to the source material. But none of them has much to say, in contrast to the characterisations in the poem."

Well, that tracks for a Nolan film -

"The couple have no chemistry and nothing in common. Throughout his wanderings, the uxorious Odysseus clings to a little doll figure, intended to represent his wife (like the spinning top clutched by Leonardo di Caprio in Inception); the real woman is barely more interesting."

Yikes -

"If you’re not going to compose a script in Homeric Greek, or even in metrical English verse, you might as well use something like conversational American English. But writing dialogue is not one of Nolan’s talents. The language is relentlessly expository, humourless and flat."

The lines she calls out in this section will probably make a least a couple of my friends laugh incredulously -

"I was humbled to learn that Nolan has read at least the first line of my translation of The Odyssey into iambic pentameter. In at least one interview, he cited my version of the first line of the poem: ‘Tell me about a complicated man.’ But I would be ashamed to have written any part of this script."

....oh my GOD, EMILY -

"The most troubling ethical problem with Nolan’s Odyssey concerns the decision to film part of the movie in the occupied territory of Western Sahara, thus normalising the ongoing violence against the indigenous Sahrawi people. It is particularly galling that Nolan used this land simply as a visually striking backdrop for a film that centres, aggrandises and redeems the hero of a territorial war on account of his belated and partial acknowledgment of his own guilt."

And deepest respect that she didn't fail to mention the film's colonialism in production. You can tell she added the very last paragraph saying "'thanks for maybe getting people interested in classics" only because an editor begged her to say something - anything - nice about the movie.

[dykesonfilm]

Whole house undiagnosed

[exylover32]

we talk a lot about how much of a revelation andrew’s confession is for neil, and not enough about how revelatory neil’s reaction is for andrew. because like. imagine you like this boy. but he doesn’t swing. you know the answer would be “no,” so there’s no point in even asking. then he goes and gets himself needlessly tortured for you, and tells you there’s no amount of suffering he wouldn’t endure for you. not because he thinks you’re weak, but because he thinks you’re worth protecting. he says things that you would interpret as advances if it were literally anyone else. you remind yourself that he doesn’t swing. now you’re at eden’s and he’s asking about your feelings for him in 12 different ways. he really wants to know. so you tell him, in the most casual and crass way you can, thinking that’ll put an end to it. but unfathomably, it doesn’t. he asks you why you didn’t tell him. why would you have? it would have been a “no.” you say that, and instead of confirming it, he just echoes your words, clearly still reeling. you start to leave, and he tells you that he wants to keep playing your game. while the absence of a “no” is obviously not the same thing as a “yes,” you’ve been operating for months and months under the assumption that the answer would be unequivocal. so you keep waiting for that answer, but it never comes. for the first time since you met him, you wonder if maybe it’s not a “no” after all. if maybe you could have this. you can’t remember the last time you were able to have something you wanted. the world tilting on its axis, indeed.

[sentient-tent]

This is Tie, she is going to eat all of the notes

[sentient-tent]

reblog to feed her notes

[elodieunderglass]

How is she doing this

[schnuspi]

[havanillas]

two undeniable face cards you just know they're gonna be the talk of the entire resort

[skeptical-saniwa]

ONE MORE CHURIN (FOR NOW)!! I made him extra alluring I think 🤤🤧

[fairiesheart]

Knowing this is how Natsu, Gray, Jellal, and Gajeel see them does unspeakable things to my heart 🥺

[v11chel]

Kevin, my guy, his ass is NOT listening

[just-alex-iguess]

He's not the best adviser out there...

[poltergoast]

Perhaps some more thunder legion pls :3

ty for request i missed them.. they r so chopped + ever

[mespilus]

THANK YOU @knightressrowlet for the idea

shoobidoobah

[acnologias-ass]

Gajevy Week 2026 Day 2: Flowers 🌸

This one is based on Gajeel's character story in Fairy Tail 2 where he sees that flowers started to bloom in the place where he almost died and says he wants to take Levy to see them, I think that was beautiful ;w;

[acnologias-ass]

Gajevy Week Day 1: Beach 🏖️