#common enemy

[not-a-revolutionary-v2]

[thismomentmemory]

The Jenga Friendship Tower Theory

Now, I’m no professional, but I’ve been through a lot of friendships. 

Best friendships,

Childhood friendships,

Workplace friendships

You name it, I’ve had it, and I’ve found a common denominator. 

Every time you interact with someone, it’s like you’re placing a brick. You're building a foundation for a friendship.

You’re building a Jenga Tower. 

Each brick is a part of your friendship.

It could be “similar music in common” or “go to the same school”, etc., etc. 

But once you’ve got a tall enough tower, the friendship is established, and you can see what changes it can take. 

I had two best friends in college, we lived on the same floor and all hung out together for three years. Eventually, we all left college. This was one piece removed from the Jenga tower. 

I guess that piece removal for Friend 1 and I wasn’t a very significant piece because our friendship saw no change. Our foundation was strong enough by the time we spent together, the things we have in common, and the fun we have.

But for Friend 2, that was a load-bearing piece.

Our entire Jenga tower crumbled.

After we left college, he blocked us, spread nasty rumors about us, and never told me why. Our friend group wasn’t in the same physical place anymore-- so I guess he didn't need to pretend to like me anymore for group cohesion.

So try to make sure your friendships are built on solid foundations.

If a big piece of the Jenga tower is that you and your friend have a “common enemy” to talk about, the friendship is more likely to crumble once the piece is removed.

Sometimes you won’t know what pieces hold your friendship together, until the tower crumbles. 

So I guess the Jenga Friendship Theory is that all friendships are built with Jenga pieces from the foundation to the top. Once there’s a change in your lives and a piece is removed, you can see if that one piece makes or breaks the friendship.

So play carefully.

[de7ieee4]

[thank-you-my-friend]

(The Time Variance Authority and the gods of Asgard one and the same: drunk with power, blinded to the truth. Those you underestimate will devour you.)

[idonotinfatuateadority-blog]

Quote exists: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Cut to Hannibal and Will stumbling out of the sea, bleeding and vulnerable making out in the sun and sand:

[bryan360]

Since for now that I didn't have my lastest b-day gift til my mom comes for next week, I gotten little offer to purchased my first "standalone" gift that I happen to pick on Eshop. It's in my wish list, but close enough to be a good one for the third DLC Fighter pick of Pirahna Plant! Feel free to put likes for my first present reveal, but it was an interesting offer to be playing one of Mario's common enemies. *Shaking head yes*

[ambreignssmemories]

All together for a common enemy 😠 [Dynamite, 19th February 2020]

[hearteyesmotherclucker]

Common Enemy 6

Word count: 1.7k

Warning: mild profanity (but what story is good if it doesn’t have a little of that lol)

A/n: omg I loooove this chapter! And I promise, romance is coming!! this was kind of a filler, but it turned out like 90 times better than I thought it would!! So enjoy! And Reblog Please!!

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You grunted in frustration from the top of Theseus’s desk. It had been days since you had any real leads and you were running out of ideas.

Theseus sat with his elbows resting on the desk, his hand running over his sleep-deprived face. Across from him sat Mustache, slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the back of a picture frame sitting on Theseus’s desk.

You glanced at your watch. “Lads, I hate to break up this party, but if we keep going at this rate, we won’t get anything done,” you said, lazy sarcasm engulfing your words.

Mustache glanced up at you for a moment, sighing, before saying, “Any suggestions, then?”

Theseus sat up, as if trying to motivate himself. But the trail was almost dry, and you’d picked apart every clue you had.

“Right. Let’s go over that night one more time,” he said, focusing his attention on you again. “What are we missing?”

You threw your hands up in frustration. “We’ve been over it a million times, Thes! He was just acting like the lunatic he is! Anything he said is bullshit!”

“Bullshit to you,” he corrected, teasing you. “Maybe not to us. Do you remember anything? Any meeting place or hints at plans? There must be something.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know. I don’t suppose you have a pensieve, do you?” You asked sarcastically.

Theseus’s eyes widened, and muttered, “Hang on...” He immediately stood, running to the door. “Y/n! Come on!” He yelled over his shoulder.

You glanced at Mustache, bewildered, and he returned the expression, shrugging.

“Hurry up!” You heard Theseus’s voice yell from the elevator.

~

You stepped out of the elevator into a dark, freezing hallway. There was nothing but silence around you, contrasting drastically from the other floors. Everything was dark marble and shined even in the darkness. You glanced around, uneasy.

Theseus wordlessly lead you down a long hallway that seemed almost endless.

“Theseus, where the hell are we?” You asked, slightly unnerved at the setting surrounding you. Walking closer to him, not fancying getting lost down there, you turned the corner and finally stopped.

“The department of mysteries,” he answered shortly, barely glancing back at you, focused on the identical doors that now stood before you.

You waited for something to happen, but Theseus just stood there, eyes closed, perfectly still.

You were about to ask what he was doing when the doors shifted into one single door. Magic, am I right? You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“You can’t say the password out loud. If you walk into either of the two doors without the password, you set off the alarms,” he explained, leading you into an even darker room, solely lit by blue light in the center of the room. It was coming from a floating bowl of water, but you knew better than to believe it was just water.

You’d only heard about pensieves through your... previous career of illegal activity, but you never saw one. They were incredible rare, that much you knew.

Theseus stood across from you, gazing at the glowing water for a moment before pulling his wand from his jacket pocket.

Taking a step toward you, he placed his wand on your temple. You were suddenly extremely aware that Theseus was less than a foot away from you. His other hand found the side of your face, steadying you. You gulped, finally meeting his eyes.

His mouth opened, but nothing came out as you locked eyes. He finally collected himself after a moment, and you saw something flash in his eyes that you couldn’t identify. Confusion? Realization? You weren’t sure.

“Right,” he began, shifting his weight as he talked. “If we do this, it won’t just be memories from that night, it’ll be some that relate to whatever you were thinking about that night too. So I’ll be able to see everything you see... is– is that alright?”

You considered it, but quickly nodded. Theseus already knew about Charlie, so there wasn’t anything he didn’t know about... really.

He nodded and muttered a spell you didn’t quite catch, pulling a string of memories and placing them in the water.

You stared at the water and Theseus glanced apprehensively at you for a moment, and you got the feeling he’d been in your position before. His mind on display for someone. But you trusted him, so you leaned down and gazed into the water, him immediately following suit.

You landed in a room you immediately recognized. It was the living room of your childhood home.

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Theseus’s Point of View.

I looked around a small living room, recognizing y/n’s picture on the walls, much younger, but it was definitely y/n. She’s been beautiful her whole life, I noticed as I surveyed the other pictures around the room.

I glanced at y/n’s form standing next to me, a face full of reminiscence.

Two young children played on the floor in front of us, neither one older than 8, and I knew it was y/n and Charlie. It was an innocent memory, the two children laughing at the cat on the sofa.

Y/n smiled at the sweet memory before her as Charlie lifted the cat to put into her young arms. Young y/n grinned and laughed in delight as the cat purred loudly. That was all, but y/n’s face told me it meant a lot to her.

The scene changed, and y/n and Charlie were much older, both young Hogwarts students.

Christmas decorations hung around them, but all cheer was gone from their faces. They sat on the floor of the Ravenclaw common room, alone. I was surprised to see tears rolling down both of their faces, y/n’s face looked as if she had been crying for hours, her head resting hopelessly on Charlie’s shoulder. I’ve never seen her this torn up, and I could barely imagine what it could be about.

Y/n looked upon the scene with a peculiar look on her face. It was sad, but there was anger in it as well.

“This is the Christmas we found out our dad left us,” y/n explained shortly. Anger now filled her face, but the tears in her eyes betrayed her. I nodded, not sure what to say as we surveyed Charlie’s words of comfort. Now I understood y/n’s shock at her brother’s choice of allegiance. He seemed like a good man, I thought, watching him comfort his little sister.

“Not a word to anyone, got it, Salamander?” Y/n threatened half-heartedly, and I knew it was just to cover the vulnerability she undeniably felt. I studied her face. No, I would never bring it up again, but I could tell y/n thought about it every day.

The scene changed again, now we stood outside, of the side of an obviously rarely used road in Godric’s Hollow. Two figures walked along the side alone, and it must have been cold because they pulled their sweaters close to them as they walked.

The figures, which I assumed were still y/n and Charlie walked slowly, chatting quietly.

My eyes suddenly landed on a figure in all black lurking in the shadows ahead of them. Was that a wand in their hand? My stomach flipped uncomfortably as I realized what night this was. This was the night of Charlie’s “death.” I glanced at y/n, whose face was full of emotion as her eyes were fixed upon the scene before her.

The figure drew closer, and Charlie finally noticed it. He quickly drew his wand and pushed his sister behind him.

“State your business, sir!” Charlie’s low, threatening voice rang out.

The figure said nothing. One could probably hear a pin drop a mile away. The wind picked up too, giving chills to everyone present, even me and y/n, even though we couldn’t feel it.

“State your business!” Charlie repeated, his voice more fearful this time. Y/n remained paralyzed behind Charlie, her eyes trying to see the figure in the cloak.

The figure finally moved, but Charlie didn’t have time to raise his own wand before a flash left the top of the figure’s wand.

Charlie was thrown back, and y/n was left alone and wandless.

Y/n glanced around for any kind of weapon to use but there was none. There was nothing she could do to protect herself.

The figure raised their wand one more time, almost firing before Charlie jumped in front of y/n again, firing spells at their attacker.

“You stay away from her, you crazy bastard!” He bellowed, casting one more spell until the figure was knocked out. He finally put his wand back into his pocket.

Charlie turned to y/n. “Go get help. I’ve got it handled, y/n, I promise. He’s not even awake. Go!”

Y/n didn’t have time to protest, instead turning and bolting in the other direction. Something isn’t right, I thought to myself. He forgot something...

Before y/n could get more than a few feet, the figure jumped to their feet, their hood falling from their head to reveal Krafft. I was filled with dread as I realized Charlie didn’t take Krafft’s wand.

Krafft fired a curse before Charlie could get his wand.

“Y/n, go!” He yelled, before being consumed by a bright flash. I saw him crumple to the ground, unconscious, but not dead.

The most heart-breaking shriek I’ve ever heard rang out from the younger y/n, and she reluctantly turned, sobbing as she ran to find help. She had thought he was dead.

Pity and sympathy we’re all I felt as I looked at y/n, but she radiated strength. She held herself together remarkably well, now surveying the scene stoically. The scene dissolved one last time to the ice rink from that night.

I blushed as I saw myself crash on top of y/n and our eyes connect. I saw the y/n beside me blush too, and normally that would have thrilled me, but I heard that the huge crash before I could think too much about it.

~

The battle raged on, and I spotted a very different Charlie than before making his way to the y/n across the rink. The one I saw when they kidnapped me. The one I knew, but not the one y/n knew. I pulled the y/n beside me to the reunited siblings, and we watched y/n punch Charlie. Hard. I was impressed, to say the least. The y/n beside me remained emotionless.

I didn’t get a chance to hear them the first time, and now, as I listened to the words falling from their mouths, my heart broke for y/n.

Wait- I replayed the last sentence in my head. “Grindelwald desires your presence in his castle.” Those words stuck out to me. I finally realized, and it seemed y/n did too because her eyes connected with mine, full of realization. In his castle. That’s it! Grindelwald is hiding out in a castle! That would surely narrow the search down dramatically.

I was distracted from my discovery when the estranged siblings began throwing spells and curses at each other. I’ve rarely seen a duel like it. I’ve actually only seen skill equal to that of Charlie’s once...

“Come on, y/n. I’m not here to hurt you,” Charlie cooed, his voice cold and menacing.

Y/n scoffed. “It sure doesn’t seem like that, Chuck,” she retorted, causing Charlie to falter. It must have meant something to him. I stared at the scene before me... no, this isn’t right...

I watched y/n gain the upper hand, giving him one last chance to change sides, but one thing just didn’t seem right. Charlie seemed to be struggling with himself. As if... he someone was stopping him from straying from a plan.

The scene finally evaporated as I made a startling realization, and y/n and I were finally back in the pensieve room, gasping.

“Y/n! Your brother,” I panted urgently, “that wasn’t him!”

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