Super for the idea of Jabberwocky Moreau having his own little wardrobe. It starts off with little booties from Adi for when itās raining or a bit chilly out (only a bit because itās Cali). But then one day Jeremy is showing up to the Lofts with a little shirt that says āborn to pawty šā & it all goes from there. The Floozies start buying Jab little shirts to wear too and Jean thinks it is the most ridiculous thing until one day he and Cat are in the pet section of the local grocery and he sees a little doggy shirt thatās got sewn in peach designs on the hems. Itās a bit pricey and Jean didnāt even know grocery stores sold such things, but he carefully tucks it into their cart anyway. Cat gives him a megawatt smile and asks āis that for our boy?ā But she knows damn well it is. Jab loves it btw. He sits real still and pretty while Jean puts it on him later that evening and gets zoomies as soon as heās ādressed.ā Oh and he for sure gets his own mini Trojan jersey. Jab gets assigned a # directly from Rhemann himself and it is so cute on him once Adi gets finished sewing it. Cody gets him a bib at one point too because they hear whenever Jean starts to complain around the main food holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas; Easter), saying that Jab will get his āclothesā dirty and he simply cannot have that. Jab with his own small section of outfits in Jeanās closet and his most recent āfitā eventually being a little leather jacket so he āmatchesā w Jean whenever they go on bike rides (because Jean most DEF takes him, it is suchhhh a cute thought) <3
Wymack getting invited for Kevin's first B-Day as a friend and not as his father
Wymack getting him a tiny Exy racquet plushie key chain (with a zip on it's side to to change the battery of the little speaker that says HBD in a squeaky voice) along with a bunch of other exy themed stuff
Kayleigh then bought him (just before her crash) it's matching set, a exy ball plushie that he hangs it together on his sports kit
Those being the only thing Kevin had during the Nest because it was with him, hanging on his sports bag while the rest of his stuff were donated off by the Moriyamas in the name of the policy 'No Family in the Nest'
Kevin treasuring it thinking that it was his mother who gifted it both because she never explicitly deny it and telling Jean that was his first and last gift from his mother
Kevin fiddling with it (the speaker long dead since batteries didn't come under the list of necessities) after one of those gruelling Raven practice and finding something slip off the speaker and guessing it was a note he should've opened long time ago
Kevin never opening it in the fear of it being the last words of his mother and wanted to hold onto it as long as he can to read it even though he knew it was probably said a variation of 'HBD'
Kevin getting it back before the interview of him and Jean to bribe him along with his Evermore notes and car and using it again on his orange sports bag
Wymack recognizing it (because he may have spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to plan on what to gift his Love's mentor's son) and asking Kevin if he can see it
Wymack immediately feeling the note through the worn out fabric and trying to take it out once he hears Kevin explain to him that he has never actually taken it out
Kevin lunging for it (still thinking it will something written by Kayleigh) and then sees his Dad's ears' tips going red so now his desperation to read the note is for a different reason
Kevin running away with it after snatching it and his Dad running after him on the outer court failing to keep up
Kevin opening it with the gentleness he did not possess while playing exy as the paper has yellowed and gone thin with age
Kevin sitting down to piece the paper as soon it starts unfold in little squares at the creases to find his coach's handwriting with Exy Strategies for a 1 YEAR OLD with colourful doodled representations on the side
The Foxes finding out that Kevin's natural talent may have come from Kayleigh but his obsession comes from David Coach Wymack
Iād know you anywhere. One of those irritating people who had been themselves since the very day they were born. You always had that unwavering sense of justice, never entertaining debate, you stood steadfast in the face of those who undermined it. In most of my dearest memories I am the object of your fierce protection. Though, when Iām not being entirely honest, I tell myself that we never got on, never did see eye to eye. I never much cared for you, and neither you I.
The age difference between us was never as significant on paper as it felt, in that house, in those years. I always was, at most, your feeble, childish reflection. I was twelve or thirteen when you went away. You were barely fifteen though I remember you being a man. I remember how you towered over our mother and father. How I cowered half way up the stairs and watched you walk out the door. How you didnāt look back at me. I studied myself in the mirror that night, hands shaking, face swollen with tears. I pulled at my hair and ran my hands through it roughly, sucking my cheeks into my teeth, hoping to see someone that resembled you looking back at me. From now on, I promised, Iād be in control. Iād be cool, collected, aloof, unwavering. Iād stand taller than my stature, my hands wouldnāt shake. That was yesterday, it was forever ago.
In the years between then and now, I mastered cool. I sneered, I was assured. I watched my life unfold from a third-person view, I laughed at just the right moments, sneered, raised an eyebrow, mask on, I never let it slip. I dug a moat around myself, my ribcage was a portcullis, kept permanently up. I got so good at the role, I always knew what to say. It was intoxicating. I was so good. Slowly the lines, once brazen, began to blur. All at once they were entirely opaque. I was all everyone wanted of me. He was I. I was so good.
Sometimes Iād see you, in those years. You and I were the same, though at the time we believed ourselves entirely opposed. At least, I did. Youād saunter around, stony faced and remote, a single eyebrow raised. You were the sun, smiling faces in your orbit. I burned and burned. Red hot and searingly cold. Green, insidious, explosive. I wonder now whether you were wearing a mask too, though I never thought so at the time. Maybe it just came naturally to you - the whole charade? I wish I could ask.
In hindsight, thirteen to sixteen were short years. Iām not sure how such a chasm opened between us. Iām sure you had a part in it. I probably did too, but sometimes I indulge myself, thinking if only youād asked me once more. If only youād come back for me, hand outstretched. I tell myself, Iād have said yes. In this version of the story youāre the villain. Youāre absorbed in happiness, selfish, gorging on sunshine, you seldom think of me. I like this version, it goes down easy. I imagine everything engulfed in flames, everything is wretched. You are everything, you are in pain.
Thereās a small boy that lives in the hollow of my chest. He cries for you. I chastise him. I burn white hot and searingly cold. This is more of a regular occurrence than Iād care to admit.
The chasm has opened far too wide. I stand, toes curling over the edge. I cannot see the other side. Waves crash against the stony face of the cliff. It is an ocean. My mouth opens to call out, I produce only a croak. The rock face beneath my feet splinters, a moment before so secure. I plummet towards the water, awakening just before I taste salt.
You are both the monster underneath my bed and the warm arms that cradle me in the night.
Tomorrow will be the last day of my life. For once I will execute on a plan, seamlessly, silently. You will not notice. I wish that one day you learn of it and that I am redeemed, even if only slightly. Since everything I have ever been has been defined by you, its is only natural my death be the same.
Pranking the other gods with Hermes as your partner and crime? šš Gender neutral pls!!
Thanks you
Partners
Summary : Pranking the gods with your partner in crime, Hermes.
A/N : Please do support me by joining my discord server, thank you! Hermes art belongs to Zieru.
WARNING : GN!Reader, Platonic relationshipā¦ or is it?
Word Count : 2.2k
The golden halls of Mount Olympus were, to put it mildly, a snooze-fest. Zeus was delivering his ten-thousandth lecture on the proper etiquette for thunderbolt appreciation. Hera was seen polishing her crown, occasionally shooting glares that could curdle ambrosia at anyone who dared breathe too loudly. Ares was sharpening a sword with such vigor it sounded like a chorus of angry cicadas. In short, it was just another Tuesday.
You were perched on a cloud, idly trying to teach a cherubic cloud-sheep to play fetch with a miniature lightning boltāIt wasn't going well ā the sheep mostly just looked confused and slightly singedāwhen a familiar blur of winged sandals and an even more familiar grin appeared beside you.
"Bored, darling?" Hermes asked, already knowing the answer. He didn't so much sit as materialize in a state of relaxed readiness, one eyebrow arched in a way that screamed 'I have an idea, and it's probably against several divine decrees.'
"Hermes," you sighed, giving up on the sheep, which had now decided the mini-bolt was a chew toy. "If I have to listen to one more syllable about thunderbolt acoustics, I might actually volunteer for Sisyphus's rock-rolling duty. At least that's got a consistent rhythm."
Hermes snapped his fingers. "My dearest partner in potential pandemonium, you read my mind! Or, well, I read yours. Perks of the job. Anyway, this celestial serenity? It's offensively dull. I was thinking Olympus could use a little... redecorating." His eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief that promised laughter, chaos, and possibly a few minor divine tantrums.
"Redecorating?" you echoed, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Are we talking a new color scheme for the throne room, or something a bit more... interactive?"
"Oh, 'interactive' is my middle name," Hermes declared, puffing out his chest slightly. "Well, it's not, but it should be. I'm thinking a series of carefully curated experiences designed to liven things up. A festival of delightful disorder, if you will. And I, the God of Messengers, Thieves, and Excellent Ideas, require a co-conspirator of your particular genius."
And so, the Great Olympian Prank War was conceived, not with a bang, but with a shared smirk and the rustle of winged sandals itching for action.
Phase One: The King's New Squeak Toy
"Alright," you whispered, huddled with Hermes behind a particularly fluffy cloud that offered excellent surveillance of Zeus's private study. "Target number one: Papa Zeus. The man takes himself more seriously than a philosopher contemplating the meaning of a particularly stubborn olive."
Hermes nodded, already vibrating with barely contained energy. "The plan is simple, yet elegant. We swap his Master Bolt ā the big, dramatic one he uses for emphasis ā with... this!" He produced, with a flourish, a gigantic rubber chicken. It was bright yellow, had googly eyes that seemed to follow you, and when squeezed, emitted a sound that was less 'mighty thunder' and more 'strangled duck.'
"Perfection," you breathed. "But how do we create a diversion? He guards that bolt like Cerberus guards... well, you know."
Hermes winked. "Leave that to your friendly neighborhood speedster. You just be ready for the fallout. I predict a seventy percent chance of divine apoplexy, twenty percent confused sputtering, and a solid ten percent chance he actually finds it funny. Nah, who am I kidding? Zero percent on that last one."
True to his word, Hermes was a blur. One second, Zeus was admiring his bolt, the next, he was distracted by a sudden, inexplicable infestation of hyperactive squirrels ā a Hermes special delivery ā in Hera's nearby rose garden. The ensuing shrieks and calls for extermination provided the perfect window. Hermes zipped in, made the swap, and was back by your side, dusting off his hands, before Zeus even noticed the squirrels were, in fact, an illusion.
Later that day, during an emergency council meeting called to discuss the "grave threat" of the phantom squirrels, Zeus prepared to make a thunderous proclamation. He raised his hand, a dramatic pause filling the hall. He opened his mouth, ready to unleash verbal fury and a crackle of lightning...
SQUEEEAAAK!
The sound echoed. Zeus stared at the rubber chicken in his hand as if it had personally insulted his entire lineage. Poseidon, mid-sip of his saltwater smoothie, choked and sprayed a fine mist over a horrified Demeter. Apollo outright howled with laughter, falling off his sunbeam. Athena, ever composed, merely raised an eyebrow, though the corner of her mouth twitched.
"WHAT," Zeus bellowed, his face turning a fascinating shade of purple that clashed spectacularly with the yellow chicken, "IN THE NAME OF TARTARUS IS THIS?!"
Hermes, leaning against a pillar and buffing his nails, called out innocently, "Having some technical difficulties, Father?"
You had to stuff your fist in your mouth to keep from exploding with laughter.
Phase Two: Aphrodite's Azure Adventure
"Next up," you said, consulting the "Master Plan of Mayhem" you'd scribbled on a spare piece of ambrosia-scented parchment, "Aphrodite. She's been a bit too smug about her new 'Glow of Eternal Perfection' skin cream."
Hermes tapped his chin. "Ah, yes. The one that supposedly smells like 'a thousand dawn-kissed roses and the tears of unicorns who've just won the lottery.' We can do better."
Your grin was positively wicked. "I was thinking something a little more... vibrant."
The plan involved a delicate operation: replacing Aphrodite's prized cream with a concoction of your own. It still smelled divine, but it had a secret ingredient: a highly concentrated, fast-acting, but entirely harmless dye that would turn skin a brilliant, shimmering cerulean blue.
While Aphrodite was engrossed in a heated debate with Eros about the proper trajectory for love arrows: "Aim for the heart, not the kneecap, darling! It's about romance, not orthopedic surgery!"
Hermes, moving like a whisper, made the switch. He even left a tiny, complimentary "sample" of the blue goo for Ares, labelled "Macho Man Muscle Rub - Extra Potent!"
The results were spectacular. Aphrodite emerged for the evening symposium looking like a very surprised, very beautiful Smurf. There was a collective gasp. Hephaestus, her ex husband, actually dropped his hammer.
"My... my glow!" she shrieked, catching her reflection in Apollo's polished lyre. "I'm... I'm BLUE!"
Dionysus, never one to miss an opportunity for revelry, immediately declared, "Blue is the new gold, my dear! Utterly divine! A bold statement! You're a trendsetter!" He then tried to convince everyone to paint themselves blue in solidarity, an idea that was met with mixed, but mostly horrified, reactions.
Meanwhile, a distant roar of "HERMES! YOU INSIGNIFICANT GNAT! MY PECS ARE THE COLOR OF A FORGET-ME-NOT!" echoed from Ares's training grounds.
You and Hermes shared a high-five, nearly collapsing with silent laughter behind a statue of Hestia, who simply shook her head with an air of long-suffering amusement.
Phase Three: Hades Gets a Hobby
"Okay, this one's a bit more challenging," you mused, tapping the parchment. "Hades. He's not easily ruffled. And frankly, a bit scary."
Hermes waved a dismissive hand. "Nonsense! Uncle Hades just needs a little... brightening up. A new passion! A hobby!"
"And what hobby did you have in mind for the Lord of the Underworld?" you asked, skeptical.
Hermes's grin was pure, unadulterated mischief. "Competitive flower arranging."
It took some doing. First, Hermes had to "acquire"āhe insisted it was a long-term loanāseveral crates of the brightest, most cheerful flowers from Persephone's secret garden in the Underworld ā much to her initial confusion and eventual begrudging amusement when she figured out who was behind it. Then, you both snuck into Hades's throne roomāwhich, surprisingly, had excellent acoustics for dramatic pronouncements but terrible lighting for floral artistry.
When Hades next entered his domain, he stopped dead. He stared at the explosion of color. He stared at the banner. He stared at Cerberus, who wagged his tail, the sunflower bobbing merrily.
For a long moment, the only sound was the distant wailing of the tormented which was the standard Underworld ambiance. Then, a slow, creaking sound emerged from Hades. It took you a moment to realize he was... chuckling. A dry, rusty chuckle, like tombstones rubbing together, but a chuckle nonetheless.
"Flower arranging," he rumbled, picking up a daisy and examining it with a surprisingly gentle touch. "Persephone will be... intrigued." He didn't even seem mad. In fact, he looked almost... pleased?
Hermes looked at you, bewildered. "Well, that was unexpected. I was banking on at least a minor curse."
"Maybe he's got a secret soft spot for daisies?" you offered.
The Grand Finale: The Ambrosia Switcheroo
For your grand finale, you decided to go big. The annual "Feast of Eternal Boredom" ā as you and Hermes had privately nicknamed itā was approaching. The highlight was always Zeus's toast, followed by the ceremonial sipping of the "Nectar of Unending Power," a beverage so potent it made mortals spontaneously combust. Allegedly; no one had actually tested it.
"This year," Hermes declared, rubbing his hands together, "the Nectar of Unending Power will have a little... extra kick."
Your "extra kick" was a carefully brewed potion, with ingredients sourced from Hecate's 'for experimental use only' shelf, thanks to a very fast Hermes, that had a peculiar side effect: for one hour, everyone who drank it would speak only in rhyming words. And, for an added dash of fun, their hair would temporarily change to the color of their deepest, most secret admiration.
The feast was in full swing. Gods and goddesses mingled, blissfully unaware of the impending poetic and chromatic chaos. Zeus stood, raising his goblet. "To Olympus!" he boomed. "May our power never fade, and our enemies always be afraid!"
He drank. The other gods followed suit.
A moment of silence. Then Apollo, his golden hair suddenly streaked with the vibrant purple of something you could almost hint as a Hyacinth, blinked and said, "My lyre feels quite absurd, I've just spoken a rhyming word!"
Pandemonium.
Hera, whose usually brown hair was now a shocking shade of peacock blueāmatching her favorite bird, not Zeus, notablyā shrieked, "Oh dear, what is this curse I feel? This rhyming speech is so unreal!"
Ares, his hair an unsurprisingly shade of soft pink, roared, "By my spear, this is a fright! I cannot seem to speak things right!"
Aphrodite, whose own hair was now a mosaic of colors reflecting at least three different minor deities and a particularly handsome satyr, giggled, "My beauty shines, a vibrant hue, though rhyming words feel strange and new!"
Even Hades, whose hair remained stubbornly black (some secrets are best kept in the dark, apparently), grumbled, "This feast has gone quite off the track, I wish these rhymes I could take back."
You and Hermes, who had cleverly substituted your own drinks with plain nectar, were nearly in tears from trying to suppress your laughter. Hermes's hair had a faint shimmer of H/C, and you noticed your own had a distinct golden brown mirroring his. You both caught each other's eye and quickly looked away, a new, unexpected warmth blooming alongside the mirth.
The sight of the most powerful beings in the cosmos struggling to express themselves in iambic pentameter while sporting hairdos that revealed their innermost affections was, by far, your greatest masterpiece.
The Aftermath
The rhyming eventually wore off, as did the technicolor hairstylesāthough not before several embarrassing admissions were accidentally poetically declared. Olympus was in an uproar, but beneath the bluster, there was an undeniable lightness. For the first time in centuries, the gods had been genuinely, thoroughly surprised.
Zeus, after a week of demanding to know who was responsibleāand secretly enjoying the fact that Hera's hair had not turned thunderbolt-yellow(seriously when will Hera get the happy marriage she deserves), eventually just sighed and ordered a new batch of nectar, "And for Olympus's sake, Hermes, make sure this one isn't... lyrical."
You and Hermes became legends, the Bonnie and Clyde of divine buffoonery. Whenever boredom threatened to settle over Olympus, a nervous energy would ripple through the halls. Gods would check their ambrosia, guard their symbols of power, and eye their hair with suspicion.
"You know, darling" Hermes said to you one evening, watching a particularly spectacular sunset paint the clouds, "we make a pretty good team."
"That we do, Wing-Foot," you replied, bumping his shoulder. "So, what's next on the agenda? I hear Poseidon's been getting a little too proud of his trident lately..."
Hermes's grin was blinding. "My thoughts exactly, partner. My thoughts exactly."
And as the stars began to prick the darkening sky, the universe seemed to hold its breath, wondering what delightful chaos the two of you would unleash next. Because with Hermes as your partner-in-crime, life was never, ever dull.
hypothetically let's say getting struck by the killing curse is similar to getting stuck by lightning
now with that we can say that hypothetically baby Harry Potter could lose part of his hearing from that so may I introduce deaf Harry Potter
from age one to six he can't hear at least 80% of what people are saying. He gets by. The Dursleys always yell at him and aggressively point at what he was supposed to do. After a while he generally understands what's going on by catching a few words from their yells and context clues. He got glasses but only because he kept missing the edges of doorways and earning bruises that raised teacher's eyebrows. They worried about them assuming they were abusing him (obviously not look he's wearing glasses š¤Ŗ) Harry taking speech therapy at school bc his parents don't like the way he talks
Seven year old Harry Potter getting kidnapped by an Azkaban escapee and a book keeper covered in scars. Sirius and Remus assuming Harry just didn't like them or trust them because well they did kidnap him. They thought for weeks that Harry was just giving them the cold shoulder. They only figured it out when Harry would stand real close to the speakers attached to the record player and bounce to the bass.
Seven (and a half) year old Harry Potter finally getting hearing aids with his two dads and flipping the fuck out when he hears them for the first time. Harry Potter running around and following Sirius and Remus throughout their daily habits to learn all the new sounds. Birds chirping in their front yard. Remus' laugh and Sirius' whispers of good morning.
Harry Potter pressing his ear against the side of the fridge to hear the hum coming from inside. Harry learning that the vacuum cleaner is a lot louder than he thought it was and ripping his hearing aids off the moment he sees Remus lugging it out from the closet. Harry learning school is way louder than he thought it was and having to take his hearing aids case with him to school in his pocket because he kept taking them off so much. Harry finding out that his parents cooking in the kitchen makes a lot of fascinating noises and accidently burning the palm of his hand on the oven because he wanted to hear the sizzling better. Harry almost giving Sirius a heart attack by the scream he let out from the burn. Harry realizing he makes noise too and what he thought was a silent way to make his chest buzz was actually humming.
Harry Potter and his two dads learning Sign together at a community class in the library. Harry finding more kids like him with hearing aids and some who don't talk at all and only sign. Harry finding all forms of families learning to sign and learning he's not so alone at all. Harry taking speech therapy until he's 12 so he can communicate with his hearing friends at the park too
Deaf Harry Potter wearing his hearing aids with pride as he prances into the great hall for the first time. McGonagall's stomach dropped, realizing she has a combination of James Potter and Sirius Black on her hands now and the next seven years of her career. Deaf Harry Potter teaching his friends curse words in sign and getting his parents called up to the school. Deaf Harry earned no punishment from his parents, both of them laughing their asses off. Ron learning Sign through private lessons with Harry after classes. Hermione scouring the library for books on sign language and learning through the pictures and Harry's corrections.
The Gryffindor quidditch team communicating with Sign in air. Harry over using the "I've heard enough." *takes off hearing aids* joke with the teachers he doesn't like he lands himself detention. Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus adjusting to Harry's flashing light alarm and making sure their curtains are tightly closed. Sirius and Remus used to flashing the light switch to get Harry's attention they start accidentally doing it in inappropriate places. Remus flashes the library lights to get his coworkers attention and causes a whole crowd of preschoolers visiting at reading hour to freak out.
In third year Harry trys contacts because he's tired of his hearing aids and glasses fighting for space on his ears. Harry at the end of third year realizing he hates contacts and goes back to glasses
Deaf Harry signing answers to his friends behind his back when the teacher isn't looking. Harry takes his hearing aids off at home bc he knows he doesn't need them but puts them back on as his dads start making dinner. He always finds comfort in the sounds of the kitchen and when dinner rolls around he keeps them on. He knows dinner is the most likely time he'll hear his parents' laughter.
hi! Iām here after your post about Peter! if your requests are still open could I ask for another one with Wormtail? just something Peter centric; fluff or adventurous where he is being appreciated by marauders? could be just platonic marauders or prongstail/padtail (if youāre comfortable with this) in hogwarts/post-hogwarts
really loved your story š¤
Tags: Peters birthday, hints at prongstail, Marauders are good friends to Peter
Wordcount: 408
"Surprise!"
Peter nearly suffered a heart attack when he entered the Gryffindor common room.
Just a little confused he looked around. The entire room was decorated with party supplies.
But there were only eight people in it. James, Sirius, Remus, Lily, Mary, Marlene, Pandora and Regulus.Ā
There was music, drinks and snacks and a table overflowing with presents. More presents than Peter had ever seen - at least ones that were meant for him.
"But my birthday was a month ago..." James and Remus took him between them, guiding him toward the best armchair at the fireplace.Ā "That's why we did it. Your birthday is always in the middle of the summer holidays, so you never get a party", James explained softly smiling at him. "But we also know, that you aren't really the guy for huge parties all about you, so we thought we'd keep it small", Remus added.
Peter could have snogged all of them. He didn't. Instead, he sat down in his designated place and tried not to cry. "You're amazing", he sniffled.
"So are you, Pete..." "The Amazing Pete!" Sirius announced from his place on the floor, raising his cup and everyone started cheering.Ā
Peter had never had a huge birthday party. Usually, he went out with his parents and some other relatives to have dinner, got a few boring gifts (socks, books that he never read...), and that was it, but this...
It wasn't like any of the parties they always did for Sirius where all of Hogwarts came together. It was just them. His favourite people all together.
They had prepared games. Including a quiz centred around him - a very strange experience - and some drinking games.
It was a pretty perfect evening.
Until the point when they led him to the window and started counting down. Peter expected something loud and overwhelming. But the fireworks didn't make a single sound.
"Silencing spell. We know you don't like loud noises", James told him, softly placing a hand on his shoulder. Peter smiled up at him, carefully laying his own hand on James'.
"I didn't think any of you guys remembered anything like that about me." He forced himself to look out of the window again, staring at the bright lights in the distance. "Of course we do! I think you underestimate how much you mean to... all of us. We love you, buddy."
The Haikyuu movie is *the* Kenma movie, and I'm living for it. I won't get too into spoilers pertaining to the match, but I will talk about some things in the movie, so if you want to go in blind then stop reading here and go watch the movie!!
I did not expect the movie to explore Kenma and Kuroo's friendship as much as it did, and I love it so much (I didn't read the manga, btw so this was such a surprise). The series already shared quite a lot of flashbacks to their childhood and them playing volleyball together. But, it was always framed in a way that Kuroo kinda dragged Kenma along into playing volleyball with him. I never really expected these childhood flashbacks to mean any more than that. The movie really explored *why* Kenma played volleyball thanks to Kuroo. It really emphasized how important playing volleyball *with* Kuroo meant to him.
Like the scene back to the summer camp when Kenma is thinking he'd rather not play volleyball over playing a video game or watching volleyball, but then Kuroo calls his name and reaches his hand out is just so sweet. Especially considering that Kenma is most likely thinking how this is Kuroo's final year.
I am obsessed with how Kenma's friendly rivalry with Hinata actually parallels his friendship with Kuroo through flashbacks. With Kuroo being the friend that got him to play volleyball, and Hinata being the friend and rival that really pushed Kenma to take a match seriously, and see how fun it can be.
And idk if my take is different, but I really like how Kenma doesn't have a Tsukishima arc. The match doesn't make him fall in love with volleyball, but it just makes him realize that even if he doesn't love the sport, he loves a good and interesting match with his friends. He doesn't care about nationals. He just likes playing against Hinata, in particular (imo). But I think that's what makes the match between them so damn investing.
It's so refreshing to see the movie mostly revolve around Kenma's pov and see this character break out of his shell and push himself. To decode Hinata in an attempt to beat him and have his expectations blown away. Seeing this competitive, smug, and serious side of him is such fan service and I love it lol.
The scene when the match plays out from Kenma's eyes is so (chef's kiss). It's a bit nauseating, but it genuinely is my favourite moment in the movie. The way Kenma's eyes are on the ball before darting across the court, glancing over at his teammates and opponents, and back to the ball again. When it even shows Kenma taking a fall, Lev checking up on him, and Kenma just shouts to focus on the ball, I was just floored with how well it immerses you in the match. It just really has you on the edge of your seat, and quite literally puts you in Kenma's head to know this guy who is seemingly indifferent to volleyball, in that moment, is having the time of his life.
It's such a good climactic moment that's so different from other concluding matches from the series prior. It's not about big final builds up to the final strike, or block, or whatever move the characters are doing. It's just about being in the moment. About Kenma being in the moment. And it's such a brilliant and unique way to end the match.
Tags: James "mom friend" Potter, platonic Prongstail, Peter is a cutiepie, Sirius' first Christmas, Peter has parental issues </3
Peter had never been this stressed about Christmas before.
Getting presents for his parents had never been an issue for the 11-year-old, but presents for his friends... If he messed this up, they probably wouldn't let him hang out with them, so it had to be perfect.
Remus was easy. He could get him a year's worth of chocolate and the boy would be satisfied. But Sirius and James?
Maybe an album for Sirius, but Peter had no clue where he could get the records and had a very different taste in music than the Black Heir.Ā And then there were the girls. The girls, who Peter never really talked to - although at least Lily seemed rather nice -, but Remus was close friends with and Sirius and James at least tried to be friends with, so Peter had to get them something as well.
When he felt a tap on his shoulder, he quickly tried to cover up his list of ideas with his school books, before turning around to see James.
"Are you okay? You seem stressed." "I'm fine", he said quickly, "just... you know, homework." His friend nodded understandingly. "Want me to help you?" Peter shook his head, although he really could have used the help, but the others didn't need any help either.
"What are you getting Sirius for Christmas?", he asked then and James seemed to understand. "I got my mom to find the new Bowie album and send it here. It only came out a few days ago." "Any other ideas?" "You can always get him new t-shirts. Or a few prank things. You know, dung bombs, smoke bombs, anything that makes people sick..." "But how do I get them? We're not allowed in Hogsmede yet." "Just bribe one of the older students", James shrugged.
"You're brilliant!" Peter beamed, practically jumping out of his chair. "What about the girls?"
Now James didn't look quite as sure. "I got Mary some hair ties. Cute ones, with little flowers and butterflies, you know? For Marlene, I got a shirt from the Irish Quidditch team because I forgot her favourite Regional Quidditch team and I thought it was the safest bet." Peter quickly scribbled down the ideas on his paper.
"What about Evans? Are you doing something special for her?" James' cheeks took a deep red. "I got her a necklace with a rose on it." "Okay, I'll find something very ugly for her so that you can shine with that necklace", Peter grinned, "You are my saviour..."
"Oh, don't mention it. And it's fine if you don't find anything for me. I don't need anything. Take care of the others first, alright?" "What? No! You're my best friend. Of course, I will find something." James smiled at him warmly. "Of course. I just wanted to mention it... Are you coming to dinner?"
~
James had been the biggest help.
In the next three days, Peter had managed to get a T-Rex shirt for Sirius, three matching bracelets for the girls - red for Mary, green for Lily, and pink for Marlene - and for James, who was eager to make the Quidditch team next year and was already just a little obsessed with the sport, the had gotten a broom-care-kit 'including the most important materials for maximum aerodynamics and steady wood'.
Because it was Sirius' first Christmas, they had decided to use all three days for celebration.
The 24th was dedicated to foods. They managed to sneak at least four of everything there was in the great hall into their dorm room, where they laid it out to a huge buffet on the floor.
Sirius, naturally, took care of the music, while James and Remus unpacked the biscuits their mothers had sent, and Peter set everything up in orderly stacks that were certain to be ruined at least twenty minutes into the meal.
They tried everything and then rated it on a big chart, which had been Remus' idea. "So we can remember what we like and don't like for the next years." "You're a genius, Lupin", Sirius had beamed, immediately summoning a roll of parchment and his quill.
It took them all day to rate and taste everything and when they were finally done, Peter felt like he wouldn't be able to eat anything until next year.
The 25th was of course dedicated to presents. It was also the day Peter noticed, that the girls weren't even there. "Oh, yeah. They all went home over the holidays", Remus explained, already digging into his new stack of chocolate.
"So I went through all this stress for nothing?", Peter complained, while setting up the new pocket-size chessboard James had gotten for him. In the background, Sirius had started playing the new Bowie Album.
"I'm sorry. I thought you knew. You know... since they weren't here", James said. Peter shrugged "Probably should have... Well, at least now I don't have to worry about it for the next weeks."
Peter hated being the last one to know something. It was the same as at home. His parents keeping secrets from him, always telling him he was too young to understand anything.
"So how about that snowball fight?"
Immediately everyone was up on their feet, looking for their jackets and gloves.
The 26th was dedicated to 'hanging out'. They hadn't really clarified what that meant, but the main point was for Sirius to have a third day, and to keep Remus from studying.
So they ended up in the mostly abandoned common room in front of the fireplace, reading, listening to Hunky Dory for the fourth time and talking about Merlin knows what.
It was then that Peter knew. What they had would last a lifetime. They would argue and fight and scream, but in the end the four of them were meant to be together.
i was reading a good fanfic/story here about Sirius x potter!reader (she is Jamesā twin sister)
AND I WAS STUPID ENOUGH NOT TO LIKE IT BEFORE FINISHING
so it get lost after tumbler page updatedā¦. š
it was pretty long story (maybe even posted on Ao3 but not sure here)
the plot was that Sirius and reader had mutual feelings but obv were completely silent about them
Sirius being Sirius and snoging every girl at school
And James being way too protective about his twin and keeping Sirius away from reader (like he actually sad that)
speaking about plot detailes I remember :
1. first time reader was angry because of James behavior and gone missing for the whole night in the forbidden forest to fight poachers
2. second time reader went to the astronomy tower and barty crouch jr. comforted her there (which scared the shit out of marauders) and Sirius RUN there to save her lol
PLEASE HELP ME TO FIND THIS MASTERPIECE šš I have been scrolling through my recommendation page for an hour now and still found nothing ((((
i was reading a good fanfic/story here about Sirius x potter!reader (she is Jamesā twin sister)
AND I WAS STUPID ENOUGH NOT TO LIKE IT BEFORE FINISHING
so it get lost after tumbler page updatedā¦. š
it was pretty long story (maybe even posted on Ao3 but not sure here)
the plot was that Sirius and reader had mutual feelings but obv were completely silent about them
Sirius being Sirius and snoging every girl at school
And James being way too protective about his twin and keeping Sirius away from reader (like he actually sad that)
speaking about plot detailes I remember :
1. first time reader was angry because of James behavior and gone missing for the whole night in the forbidden forest to fight poachers
2. second time reader went to the astronomy tower and barty crouch jr. comforted her there (which scared the shit out of marauders) and Sirius RUN there to save her lol
PLEASE HELP ME TO FIND THIS MASTERPIECE šš I have been scrolling through my recommendation page for an hour now and still found nothing ((((
itās an interesting question and I instantly wanted to share my thoughts:
I count Thalia, Percy and Nico as the kids of the big three and here why!
1) When the prophecy about the kid of the big three was anounced AND (most importantly) accomplied the camp Jupiter existed neither for the camp halfblood nor for us readers. So the prophecy was about greek demigods š¤ (keeping in mind Biancaās destiny!)
2) If we speak about camp Jupiter we canāt really speak about the big three do we? Like Jupiter ofc is the main god there but Neptune and Pluto?????? I canāt say that they were appreciated by Romans. In Roman pantheon there is a different configuration of powers. Mars and Apollo (and maybe Bellona?) are in charge instead I think
So I canāt really think of Jason and Haizel as the children of the big three because they have different prophecies ainsi different roles in saving the world
In quite a few myths Chiron was actually a mentor for Dionysus. Considering Dionysus didn't have any sort of decent parental figure, I'd like to imagine that while Dionysus was a demi-god Chiron was the closest thing he had to a parent.
Now, Dionysus was always more godly than human (having grown out of Zeus's thigh) so he was probably absolute hell to raise. The worst teenager Chiron has ever been put in charge of. He couldn't take his eye off of him for a minute or else some poor unsuspecting pedestrian would turn into a dolphin.
Eventually Dionysus is made an Olympian and several thousand years pass since Chiron has had to deal with a teenager quite like Dionysus.
(Side note, Chiron is invited to Dionysus and Ariande's wedding).
And then one day, our poor centaur mentor gets a call from Zeus saying he's going to have a new camp director in the form of a punished Olympian. Dionysus shows up with the same look on his face when he didn't get his way as a child. Chiron is both amused and horrified.
About a decade into Dionysus's punishment and Chiron is always respectful of Dionysus, he is an Olympian god after all and a powerful one at that. He is especially respectful when campers are around, trying to set a good example and not encourage the kids to be rude.
However, one day at dinner Chiron is trying to say something and Dionysus is arguing with him and just genuinely being annoying. Finally Chiron has enough and in the most stern voice any of the demi-gods has ever heard just goes "Boy, I raised you and I will put you in time out if you do not hush!"
Dionysus is silenced, stunned, bewildered even!
Some of the campers are terrified of what Mr. D will do. Some have gained a new fear of Chiron who would dare speak to a god like that.
Most are fighting for their lives trying not to laugh and get turned into a dolphin.
Chiron simply clears his throat and continues speaking. Dionysus doesn't say another word to anyone for the next week.
