it took me like 10 minutes to write a reply for the other RP I have with Jer going and it didn’t even fucking post. I don’t need this shit, tumblr.

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the13thsnatcher:

resurrectedluka:

“Well, it is school, so everyone does get teased. Reckon it depends on the person, though. I get teased for being a Hufflepuff, and being clumsy, and the like. Before games, some Slytherins like to take my broomstick and set it off in the air so I can’t find it and can’t get it down until someone goes up and gets it. Bloody prats they are, but whatever.” She smiled a gaze a shrug of her shoulders, popping another grape into her mouth.

“After school? Hmm,” She bit her lip in thought, “I don’t really know. I mean, my friends, they’re sort of settin’ up this thing, they call it the Order, and the Ministry’s in on it, but I don’t know. Lately there’s been this man and his group of followers, terrorizing wizards, and muggles, and a lot of people have been dying lately- I try not to pay much attention to it, but it’s all over the school. James, Sirius, and Remus all talk about the Order, and how they’re gonna stop the lot from messing up the Wizarding world, but I’m not sure. I think if I’m allowed, I’d like to join the order. Be with my friends, train and what not to fight. Seems a lot more interestin’ than working in the robe shop.”

Jerome nodded slightly, his thoughts wandering back to what school had been like for him. “For me… I dunno, I had the place pretty much dialed in, in my first few years,” he explained slowly. “But word got out about some things in my life, and that was pretty much the end of that, know what I mean?” Oi, shut up, never know what someone could use against you. He followed his own orders and clammed up.

Still, though, he grew a little more tense, not noticeably so. He could gather enough of what she was talking about to really understand the gravity of the situation. “It does sound interesting, I’ll give you that… but a tad dangerous, don’t you think?”

“There aren’t many secrets around Hogwarts, really. Once word gets out, everyone knows about it.” She shrugged her shoulders and ate another grape, “The rumour mill’s always runnin’, last thing about me was that I’m not really a metamorphmagus, and that I killed my parents when I was a baby.” 

She took a grape and set it on her tongue, closing her mouth and pressing it against the roof of her mouth, squeezing it and popping it. She chewed slightly and swallowed, “Well, yeah, of course it’s dangerous. But I wouldn’t be who I am now without all of my friends, and I can’t just let them do it alone. What kind of Hufflepuff would I be if I did that?”

Ooc:

Mun’s birthday was Tuesday! I’m now sixteen and omg it’s so weird. I’m trying to get a job and I’m getting my permit soon. wkjrqkejngr2jrb

Also, my internet is still shit. After 2 am I get more internet access because this shit isn’t unlimited, so I’ll try to get on more often now that school is almost ending and I can try to stay up later.

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the13thsnatcher:

resurrectedluka:

the13thsnatcher:

resurrectedluka:

Calli nodded her head to confirm she was related to Madam Malkin, “I work in the shop when I’m on Holiday. Gran taught me how to hem and make robes when I was little.” She tried to rack her brain for the last name, but nothing came to mind, “Griffiths? No, I don’t think I’ve heard that name before. But then again, you probably haven’t even been born yet on my timeline.” She gave a small shrug of her shoulders.

“Grapes sound good, actually. I haven’t had them in a while.” 

“No, I don’t reckon you would know my name,” Jer answered, pulling the grapes from the freezer, and summoning a bowl to place them in as he kicked shut the door and made their way to the table, where he poured them into the dish for his “guest”. “You said you’re from ‘78? Yeah, I would have been… Two, by that point, and I’m Muggle-born. So no worries, I guess.” He offered her the bowl of grapes, summoning an apple for himself. 

Calli watched as Jerome poured the grapes into the bowl, soon turning her attention away and looking around the house. She noticed how it didn’t look much different than her wizard-world house, only small differences. Different appliances and weird technologies that she had no idea how they worked. It was all so interesting.

“Muggle-born?” She asked, turning back to the man, “I reckon school was tough for you then, eh? A lot of muggle-borns get teased at school for that, even though they can’t really help that they were born that way.”

“Teased?” Jerome bit his lip in thought, before taking a big bite out of the apple and chewing it. “Not… really. Not for that reason, at least.” He decided to leave it at that, looking intently on his apple rather than establishing eye contact. Hogwarts had been some great years, sure, but not ones he cared to reflect upon.

“What about you, then, eh? What’re your plans for after school?”

“Well, it is school, so everyone does get teased. Reckon it depends on the person, though. I get teased for being a Hufflepuff, and being clumsy, and the like. Before games, some Slytherins like to take my broomstick and set it off in the air so I can’t find it and can’t get it down until someone goes up and gets it. Bloody prats they are, but whatever.” She smiled a gaze a shrug of her shoulders, popping another grape into her mouth.

“After school? Hmm,” She bit her lip in thought, “I don’t really know. I mean, my friends, they’re sort of settin’ up this thing, they call it the Order, and the Ministry’s in on it, but I don’t know. Lately there’s been this man and his group of followers, terrorizing wizards, and muggles, and a lot of people have been dying lately- I try not to pay much attention to it, but it’s all over the school. James, Sirius, and Remus all talk about the Order, and how they’re gonna stop the lot from messing up the Wizarding world, but I’m not sure. I think if I’m allowed, I’d like to join the order. Be with my friends, train and what not to fight. Seems a lot more interestin’ than working in the robe shop.”

I’ve missed this. || Luka and Jeremiah

the13thsnatcher:

resurrectedluka:

Luka nodded his head at Jer, agreeing that he should get out more, as well as himself. He reached for his own wine glass and took a sip, allowing the classical, wonderful flavour to fill his mouth before he swallowed. He licked his lips and took another small sip before setting the glass down.

He nodded his head once more at Jer’s question, “Yeah, I’ve tried them before. I went to rehab a few times, but I didn’t stay in for long. As soon as I was clean, I’d leave and rejoin the band, and within days I’d be emptying my bank account. It wasn’t until I had basically nothing, when I went cold-turkey to get clean.” He lifted his fork to place a piece of chicken between his lips, when suddenly he felt a chill race up his arm.

Luka set down his fork and turned his head, a small sigh of relief leaving him once he recognized the person. He turned back to Jer, “So,” He started, “I have to tell you something, dear.” He placed the piece of chicken in his mouth and chewed quickly, “When you died, I wasn’t the only one there. Gwen was there, beside me, and so was your mum and dad.”

He turned his head back to his side and nodded his head, “Mr. Griffiths says hi- Actually, he said hello and now he’s telling me that I can call him dad, and that I shouldn’t call him Mr. Griffiths.”

Jerome nodded once, showing he understood. Rehab wasn’t for everyone, he knew that even though it had worked well enough for him. Granted, it had been rather forced upon him- not for drugs, but for his rampant alcoholism and sex addiction- and he’d been most unwilling at first, but what mattered was that in the end he was mostly clean and had returned home. He’d been opting to tell Luka about this, but he forked more potatoes into his mouth. Time and place, he reminded himself. This was about Luka, not about him. He’d tell him soon enough, when they were both ready to reveal Jer’s demons. “In either case, I’m sorry it didn’t work, love,” he frowned. “Guess it’s just not for everyone, y’know?”

Jer blinked, though, at the change in topic, his mouth going slightly dry. “Th-they… were?” he asked quietly, his voice breaking slightly. He readjusted his suit collar nervously; he hadn’t known they’d been there, and he really didn’t know what to make of it. He didn’t want anyone to see him die or mourn him, and yet there was some element of happiness that they’d been there for him even if he couldn’t see them. He chewed his lip thoughtfully, looking towards where Luka was looking as though he could see his father there. “Hi, Dad,” he muttered with a tiny smile. “Luka’s gonna be a great son to you, I know that. Trust me, you’ll love him.” He gave Luka a little wink, his cheeks flushing a bit. “Not as much as I do, though.”

Luka nodded his head at Jer, a small smile curling on his lips. He could feel a cold hand grasping his shoulder, goosebumps breaking out on his skin. He forced himself to ignore it, knowing that it wasn’t bad- He wasn’t in any danger, it was just Jer’s father. He leaned forward towards his plate and forked a piece of broccoli into his mouth, chewing slowly.

He swallowed when Jer spoke to his father, noticing his eyes looking exactly where Mr. Griffith’s eyes were, glad he was actually looking the right way this time. “He laughed,” Luka said, looking back at Jer, “And he’s saying that he knows that he will. That any man who his son loves, and who loves his son, he’s bound to love. He says he’s very happy for us, and for you. He’s so happy you’re doing so much better now, and he’s so happy that you have your whole life in front of you not, unplagued.”

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the-nerd-writer:

thereisalwayshope-aragorn:

Today is the 15th anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. RIP Fred Weasley, Remus John Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey, Severus Snape and all the others. Your deaths were not in vain.

We raise our wands in memory 

ole-keeper-of-the-keys started following you

“Uh,” Luka blinked, looking up at the large man before him, “‘Lo.”

I’ve missed this. || Luka and Jeremiah

the13thsnatcher:

resurrectedluka:

“I can promise you, love,” Luka spoke afraid he swallowed the food that was in his mouth, “You are alive, and I’m real, and this isn’t all made up.” He understood what Jer meant, the second-guessing haze that lingered after coming back. He had been through that, as well, but he hadn’t minded it at the time. After he first came back, nothing mattered.

He ate a large bite of chicken, chewing slowly to savor the juicy flavours that were leaking into his mouth, his stomach growing eager for more food, “I think you might want to do more than just take my phone, dear, really. Lock me somewhere, strap me down- Something like that. It gets really bad, really fast with me. Especially when it comes down to being sick. Last time I got cleaned I throw up for hours at a time, and I had to go get an IV put in me so I wouldn’t be dehydrated. My temper skyrockets, and I yell, and I scream, and I hallucinate, and it’s just bloody terrible.” He can feel a chill race up his spine, a reminder of the sickness that was soon to come, and he shivered a bit, trying to not be too noticeable with it.

“I know that,” Jerome confirmed as he chewed his broccoli, and then followed it with a sip of wine. “I mean, logically, yeah, I know that- I s’pose I’ll just have to give it some time, and maybe go out more like you said.” He nodded, a sudden wave of anxiety overcoming him. He knew what he was saying sounded stupid, but if he really wanted them both to get better progressively, he had to trust Luka and let him in, at least as much as Luka had let Jerome in if not more.

“I wouldn’t strap you down… not unless it got as bad as it was before, with the magic nonnie,” Jer commented quietly, swallowing heavily at the memory that crept up into his mind. He’d forgotten all about it up until this point, and the idea that Luka might get that desperate about anything ever again filled him up with dread. He speared a potato and shoved it in his mouth, the spices taking his mind away from it for a moment. “And even then, it’d be hard for me. I’m not… exactly the best person to help with addiction,” he said admittedly. “But I promise, I will do everything I can, love. The last thing I want is to see you hurting… but if it’ll help you get better, then I will do anything.” He slowly looked up and met his lover’s eyes, a tone of pain flickering behind his own brown eyes. 

“But, if you don’t mind me asking… why do you say programs won’t work? Have you tried them before?”

Luka nodded his head at Jer, agreeing that he should get out more, as well as himself. He reached for his own wine glass and took a sip, allowing the classical, wonderful flavour to fill his mouth before he swallowed. He licked his lips and took another small sip before setting the glass down.

He nodded his head once more at Jer’s question, “Yeah, I’ve tried them before. I went to rehab a few times, but I didn’t stay in for long. As soon as I was clean, I’d leave and rejoin the band, and within days I’d be emptying my bank account. It wasn’t until I had basically nothing, when I went cold-turkey to get clean.” He lifted his fork to place a piece of chicken between his lips, when suddenly he felt a chill race up his arm.

Luka set down his fork and turned his head, a small sigh of relief leaving him once he recognized the person. He turned back to Jer, “So,” He started, “I have to tell you something, dear.” He placed the piece of chicken in his mouth and chewed quickly, “When you died, I wasn’t the only one there. Gwen was there, beside me, and so was your mum and dad.”

He turned his head back to his side and nodded his head, “Mr. Griffiths says hi- Actually, he said hello and now he’s telling me that I can call him dad, and that I shouldn’t call him Mr. Griffiths.”

I’ve missed this. || Luka and Jeremiah

the13thsnatcher:

resurrectedluka:

“Yeah, that makes sense. It’ll be hard to get used to, mentally, but your body should be back to an almost normal now. I remember the first time I came back, it had taken ages to feel normal again. And even when I did feel normal, nothing had been better. I was still depressed and wanted to die. It wasn’t until I met you when things started to brighten up.” He smiled at the memories of how he felt when he first met Jer, “But I think you’ll feel a lot better in time. I think if we go out more, it’ll help.”

“And I feel pretty alright. I mean, physically I’m not doing too bad. I’ve been trying to gain weight, but I keep burning it off, and I’ve ended up losing more weight than I wanted, but that’ll be fixed in due time. And mentally, I’m decent. I feel happier than before, now that I don’t have to worry as much as I did. And I’ve been completely sober all day since I’m all out of blow and I don’t want to withdraw anymore money from my debit account. I want to get clean, and I know soon the sickness will kick in once my body starts craving the drug. And when that happens, I’m going to be moody, and agitated, and easy to anger, and probably will want to go call up my guy- but I won’t. I need to get clean, no matter what, and programs won’t work.”

“I guess after a month and a half, I should be back to normal, yeah, but I don’t really remember what normal feels like?” Jer murmured, before taking a bite of chicken, chewing and swallowing. “Just… sensations, everything, it all feels different from how I remember. Sometimes I think I’m in some sort of dream my mind has given me, like Oswin in Asylum of the Daleks, as if I were still dead, but I didn’t want to know or see that.” Biting his lip, he speared a piece of broccoli on his fork. “And I know that’s not the case… but it’s just a haunting feeling, I s’pose.”

He popped the veggies into his mouth and chewed as Luka spoke, nodding to affirm he understood. “Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better, love,” he told him with a warm smile. “And when it comes to being underweight, I’ll see to that, okay? Merlin knows I need to put on what I lost as well. It’ll be like the opposite of a diet. And I’m glad you’re so dedicated to being clean… and you know I’ll be there to support you in that, too, a’ight? Even if you get angry at me, I’ll help you as best I can. I promise. I’ll even take your phone if that will help.” The half-joke made his smile grow a little bit.

“I can promise you, love,” Luka spoke afraid he swallowed the food that was in his mouth, “You are alive, and I’m real, and this isn’t all made up.” He understood what Jer meant, the second-guessing haze that lingered after coming back. He had been through that, as well, but he hadn’t minded it at the time. After he first came back, nothing mattered.

He ate a large bite of chicken, chewing slowly to savor the juicy flavours that were leaking into his mouth, his stomach growing eager for more food, “I think you might want to do more than just take my phone, dear, really. Lock me somewhere, strap me down- Something like that. It gets really bad, really fast with me. Especially when it comes down to being sick. Last time I got cleaned I throw up for hours at a time, and I had to go get an IV put in me so I wouldn’t be dehydrated. My temper skyrockets, and I yell, and I scream, and I hallucinate, and it’s just bloody terrible.” He can feel a chill race up his spine, a reminder of the sickness that was soon to come, and he shivered a bit, trying to not be too noticeable with it.