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Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

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1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

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Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

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black bird !

[tw: domestic violence.]

Corvus and Clarisse Lestrange were the epitome of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. They married just as the books said they would. They lived in a manor larger than necessary with house elves running back and forth trying their best to keep their masters happy. On January 17, 1951 they welcomed their first son into the world. How Corvus doted unhealthily on Rodolphus. He was positive Rodolphus was made for good reason and he would exploit the child as soon as he had the chance.

Rodolphus doesn’t have a single childhood memory that doesn’t include Corvus. His father wouldn’t let him out of his sight for fear of Clarisse making a sissy out of the boy. This left Rodolphus’ relationship with his mother estranged. It’s as though they only lived and took meals together. His father would always have a drink in his hand from the start of dinner to the end of the evening, but he didn’t need a spot of whiskey to be violent. 

After their meals, Rodolphus spent his time in the manor’s library. He sneaked in books about magical creatures despite the fact that he was supposed to be reading darker, useful topics. However, it was the only time Rodolphus could drift away on his own, however briefly, but it always came with a side of yelling from his father and apologies from his mother. 

On a night when Rodolphus was a mere six years old, he had forgotten his wand on the table. There were no sounds so he walked to the dining room to fetch it himself -- a house elf touching his wand was not an option. However, when he reached the archway, Rodolphus saw Corvus with his hand covering Clarrise’s mouth. Her husband’s threats were quiet; so quiet that Rodolphus couldn’t hear them but could see them dancing in her mother’s eyes before she saw her young son. Then her eyes pleaded with Rodolphus to leave. They may not have had a relationship but she loved her son and didn’t want him to see what was happening.

Rodolphus shivered and crossed his arms before silently hurrying to his room. Something happened that never had: Rodolphus cried. He didn’t understand the feeling. He knew his father was king of the house but what he saw didn’t add up. Rodolphus was being trained to make people see that fear in their eyes but seeing them in his mother’s shook him to the core.

That night, he laid in bed but couldn’t sleep. He could only see Clarisse’s begging eyes. It was the first time he had given much thought to her being his mother just as much as Corvus was his father. The door creaked open followed by quick footsteps. Rodolphus rolled toward the wall and pretended to be asleep. He felt an unassuming hand on his arm along with a woman’s whisper: “I love you, Rodolphus.” Tears coated Rodolphus’ eyes once more. When he heard the door close, he rolled over only to see a small stuffed elephant sitting on his nightstand. Corvus would murder him. Rodolphus picked it up anyway, squeezing it tight as he fell asleep.

This formative experience kept Rodolphus to not do relationships. He had no problem hurting anyone, seeing the struggle in their eyes but if he caught himself doing that to the mother of his children -- Rodolphus didn’t want to think of it.

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SCHITT’S CREEK CELEBRATION

Seven Scenes | David and Alexis in Moira vs. Town Council

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pottersuptonogood​:

James felt a sudden rush of energy flow through him. Long ago, he had been just like Rodolphus. He too had puffed up his chest and sat with his legs spread open, taking up all of the space he thought he was entitled to. James had been a bully before and that is why death eaters didn’t scare him. They were still the obnoxious little weasels they had been at school. 

What did scare him was how easy it was for him to fall into old habits. He stood up straighter, watching Rodolphus in the eye without showing any weakness. He didn’t back away when the death eather rolled up his shoulders. Instead he smirked. Two can play this game. “At least I have an aura, not that pathetic excuse for cologne you are trying to poison me with, Rudolph.” James knew very well that Rodolphus Lestrange was not going to make the connection to the red-nosed reindeer, and that amused him even more. 

“I am an important man with important places to go. So get out of my way,” James added after seizing up Rodolphus. Screw Mad-Eye, he could take him. 

The pathetic attempt to mirror Rodolphus’ movements and attitude brought forth a chuckle.

Jerry really thought he was something, didn’t he?

More than anything the scene was amusing; Rodolphus and his perfect pureblood physique compared to puny arms and a vein popping out of James’ head. He couldn’t be intimidating no matter how hard he was trying whereas Rodolphus didn’t need to try — he was.

“At least I have an aura?” Rodolphus crossed his arms as his eyes laughed. “I had better lines than that coming out of the womb.” There was a pregnant pause as he took one step ahead of him. “Listen to me, Jerry,” he placed his hands on James’ shoulders, “you’re lucky we’re only talking.” He tightened his grip knowing he could be seen walking over James’ maimed body if he so wished. “You know my name. Lestrange. And, trust me, if you were that important, I would know about it.” Rodolphus wasn’t bluffing. He was in every dark corner, on every street and every pub. He may have been away for some time but things don’t change that quickly.

“Mind who you show respect, boy.” With that, he dug his nails into James’ shoulders before quickly taking them back, wiping his hands clean of the filth of which he had just exposed himself.

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It appeared that while Rodolphus had been gone a fair amount of people had gone into hiding, had family travesties or just didn’t like the season. Christmas. If Rodolphus wanted anything he was happy to get it for himself. It was his job to provide for himself. Fuck the people who thrive off gifts and sentimentality. The only person to trust one hundred percent was yourself and even then not everything was as clear cut as they ought to be. He was glad he had been gone, away from the idiocy of the season and the mundane. The only unfortunate backlash was catching up with fellow Death Eaters and having to take their word about what had been happening while he was ...busy. This list included Lucius Malfoy.

Not believing in relationships of any kind for most of his life, Rodolphus had no problem being solitary. It made him even more imposing than his appearance and attitude already did. However, as he grew older he was coming to the uncomfortable realization that he might need a couple people in his corner. Antonin was a no-brainer but Malfoy? Rodolphus had his reservations but did respect the decision the man had made to take they dark mark.

Escaping the too sweet and family friendly festival of lights, Rodolphus went to Malfoy manor where he was told by a house elf to wait. He kicked the house elf’s ankle. “Tell him I don’t wait!” Rodolphus Lestrange wasn’t going to have a ragged ...thing tell him what to do, no matter who it came from. Luckily Lucius approached not long after the fact.

“When a Lestrange comes to see you, don’t tell them to wait.” Rodolphus’ tone was flat and his eyebrows raised as he rolled his sleeve up showing the dark mark in all its glory. “This is why you get the pleasure of my company.”

Silence | Open

The candle floating above the antique mahogany desk almost burned out when the cold light of the dawn slowly got through the curtains in his office. Lucius didn’t know how long he was sitting here, nor that he cared- for the last few days, his mind preoccupied with the new work assignment. Losing himself in the job was the only coping mechanism he knew, besides- he couldn’t find sleep anyway since he came back home. The manor was unnaturally silent like the whole life escaped from this place. Or maybe it was just his imagination- cities he stayed in for the last few years were crowded and restless any time of the day or night.

Lucius stretched on the carved chair and lightened a cigarette, another bad habit he got during his many visits to France. The letters in the book he read were glitching as his mind felt overloaded with complicated formulas and incantations.  Letting out smoke, he stared at the blank canvas of his mother’s portrait. She was leaving her frames quite often since Isabella Malfoy’s recent passing. 

It was hard for Lucius to stay here, in England, in this house now, when she’s gone. His father shut down himself even more than usual. Maybe they weren’t affectionate towards each other, but their relationship was strong, based on respect and mutual understanding of circumstances that motions their life. Abraxas’ withdrawal concerned him a bit since he didn’t feel ready to take his place. Everything changes so fast, and despite long hours of hard work, Lucius wasn’t sure if he can keep up.

He put out the cigarette on the ashtray and noticed his mother appeared again in her portrait. It seemed like she silently observed Lucius for a long moment. He stood up from the chair, limbs numb from countless hours of sitting still and strolled through the office to face her. She was smiling, but there was no joy in it. He could swear he felt her sorrow deep inside. Or maybe it was his sorrow? After all, it was only a painting. “Don’t give me that look,” he said, turning from her. “You know I’m doing what I have to.”

Was he trying to convince her or himself?  Lucius looked at the dark mark on his left arm. He already made his choice- there’s no turning back. He never questioned his decisions before, so why he does it now?   “Say something. Anything,” he asked to the empty room, but the portrait of his mother wasn’t there, leaving him again staring at the blank canvas. The silence was his only answer.

Getting lost in his thoughts, Lucius didn’t realize that one of the house elves entered his office. “Mr. Malfoy, someone’s waiting for you in the salon downstairs,"  hearing it’s raspy voice made him shudder. Lucius narrowed his eyebrows. What could be so damn important to bother him on Sunday morning? "Bring them coffee and tell to wait,” he ordered. When the house elf backed away from the office, Lucius changed his clothes and got refreshed. A little annoyed for being disturbed, he approached his unexpected guest.

“Good morning,” he said, entering the salon, making sure the tone of his voice is smooth as always, and face remains neutral. Elves set the table with coffee and breakfast. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. Why do I owe the pleasure?”

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bella-blvck​:

Whilst so many were enjoying the changing season, the excitement of nearing festivities almost palpable in the brisk air, Bellatrix was not. For the eldest Black sister, it was a time when nostalgia hit with even more force than usual as she remembered years gone by in which she and her sisters were united at the manor. Their home life hadn’t been perfect, though of course they had wanted for nothing in terms of material goods, but they’d had one another and for a time that had been enough.

Life was different now. Bellatrix and Narcissa’s paths had diverged from that of their middle sister, and there seemed to be more chance of pigs learning to fly than there was of the three ever being able to reconcile. Society simply wouldn’t have it.

And so it was with a touch of envy that Bellatrix watched the carefree children running around the place, though she was careful to ensure her expression was more irritated than solemn. The feigned irritation became real a few moments later when, as she ducked her head to check her wand was still secure inside her cloak, she collided with another. 

Glancing up, she blinked at the all too familiar figure standing there, memories of one of the last times she had seen him resurfacing in her mind. His lips against hers, body pressing her against a wall as his hands danced over her skin… Anyone else may have flushed at the thoughts, but Bellatrix was above such things. Instead she cleared her throat, pushing the mental images aside as she focused on the here and now.

“Perhaps I would have asked for your company if I had known you were back,” she smirked, playing along with his line. “Or perhaps I just didn’t want your company.” 

If Rodolphus believed in some kind of god or higher power, he would have thanked them immensely for Bellatrix’s presence. Her dark hair, her sharp features, her glowing eyes, her lips ...fuck, her lips. How could he have left without holding her so tight his nails left marks on her back as a reminder that he had been there? A reminder that he wanted her to be his. But, no, he was stupid. Rodolphus didn’t ever admit his lack of intelligence but in that moment, looking at her, he had made a mistake not saying he would be gone but would come back to her. Bellatrix wasn’t sentimental. At least not compared to other women Rodolphus had encountered but he found himself oddly wishing he had said something.

Their bodies had been entangled, their minds enmeshed — surely she felt some pull to him as he did her. He couldn’t be alone in this yet he wanted to beg for forgiveness. Bellatrix had sunk her claws into his tough skin. He hoped he had done the same. He hoped they would destroy the world together and rebuild it the way it should be. He hoped she would be the one by his side looking over the hills at fire burning mudbloods alive. He hoped she would be there to torture alongside him. He even had a small hope it in the back of his mind that one day they may love each other.

Love? Saying Corvus would be disappointed in his golden child having that word in his mind would be an understatement. Rodolphus would never fall short in his Death Eater responsibilities, but he knew Bellatrix wouldn’t either. They were a dangerous pair. Surely Corvus could appreciate the chaos they could cause together. ...probably not.

Rodolphus hated these feelings but looking at her, he couldn’t resist. If anyone were his fantasy it was Bellatrix and he had looked over her for so long. So. Long; something else he wanted to beg forgiveness for. Instead he gazed at her, his shoulders and contours of his face completely relaxed. His thumb came up to her lips after she spoke. “I was remiss to leave without this mouth on mine.” Rodolphus leaned in and touched his forehead to hers. “Please forgive the long absence.”

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pottersuptonogood​:

James was indeed walking with his head down. The festival of lights had been good for a while, but he could tell a new wave of grief was about to strike soon, so he better get back to bed. It also didn’t help that he had downed a couple shots of firewhiskey to avoid thinking for a bit. 

His train of thought was interrupted when someone stepped into his path. James had been looking down, so he had clearly seen how the other person made sure James slammed against him. Still, his first impulse was to apologize. He looked up, barely registering Rodolphus’ words and scowled. His apology died in his lips, he could practically see the Order’s file with Rodolphus’ face in it. DO NOT engage alone! Moody’s handwriting said. 

“Out of my way,” James growled, pushing past Rodolphus. 

The young idealist idiots belonging to the Order always got on Rodolphus’ last nerve just by being so when stepping in front of ...what was his name?

Rodolphus clenched his lips and eyebrows together. “Listen ...Jerry,” he leaned his head down to see James, “you look like you’ve been fucked sideways and didn’t enjoy it. And your ...aura, or some shit, is filthy,” Rodolphus heard himself saying as his hands outlined James’ pathetic excuse for a physique. “To imagine your dust and mites on me.” Rodolphus shivered and wiped his clothes down. “I should have known by your shaggy hair and obvious not showering that you weren’t worth my time. Pity.” — though hexing, toying and getting into his mind could have been fun. Noted.

Although James was someone Rodolphus didn’t know, he was more and more aware of who belonged to the Order. The Order. Ha, what a joke. A bunch of mudblood, pureblood traitors thinking they know what’s best for the magical world. They couldn’t see what was right in front of them: their destruction at the hands of those with true strength. James was obviously one of them.

Instead of “getting out of James’ way,” Rodolphus widened his legs, rolled up his shoulders and puffed up his chest. The more space he could take up the better and his muscular body was able to do so without much effort. “And who are you to tell me what to do, Jerry?”

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dxisy-hxxkum​:

Daisy was having the best day. Surrounded by nature, eating nothing but sweets and drinking cocoa, spending time with her favourite person. Really, her day had been perfect, even if Severus was in a sour mood for most of it. Although the two of them somehow got separated, Daisy ran off to buy a couple of sugar quills, and when she returned to the tree she swears she left Severus by he was nowhere to be found.

She didn’t let it stress her out, though. She knew they would find each other eventually, and now that she was alone she figured it would be a good time to do anything she knew she would never be able to convince Severus into doing. Like ice skating. Daisy wandered slowly towards the skate rental booth, her head down as she fumbled with the packaging on her sugar quill. 

Without even realizing someone was in her path, Daisy gasped lightly when she had bumped into somebody else. “I’m so sorry!” She squealed, taking a couple of steps back and looking wide eyed up to the man in front of her. “I didn’t even see you, I’m really sorry.” Daisy shot him an apologetic smile, holding out the other sugar quill to him as compensation. “It was supposed to be for my boyfriend, but he’s already complained about having too many sweets, I’m sure he won’t mind me giving it to you as a peace offering.”

Everyone was a bubbly disaster, but the young girl Rodolphus allowed run into him was their leader. She was so full of spunk it normally would have made him vomit, but he was in a good mood and merely amused at her ignorance. If she knew what he had just come back from she wouldn’t have been hopping around like an eleven year old visiting Hogsmeade with classmates for the first time.

Rodolphus closed his eyes with a lip upturned and dropped his head. She was literally jumping in her shoes. For whatever reason, Rodolphus put his hands on her shoulders with just enough pressure to slow her down. “Girl, you’ve already bounced into enough trouble. You don’t want to go finding anymore.” Normally that statement would come out as sarcastic and demeaning. Maybe it was the lights or the fact that the Death Eaters officially had unstoppable creatures on their side — the latter — but he was feeling a little light himself.

Rodolphus enjoyed his secrets. His secrets were always juicy and of importance, nothing like the gossip mills. If the girl in front of him knew the depravity of his life, she wouldn’t be bouncing and offering him sweets. He wasn’t one for sweets, but it seemed like a circumstance to celebrate. As she handed over the sugared quill, Rodolphus snatched it. “Your boyfriend, huh?” he chuckled, “I don’t think your boyfriend would like seeing you talking to the likes of me.” He didn’t know who this girl was from a hole in the wall but no one would want their girlfriend seen with him. He looked at the sweet in his hand with a confused look. “How in the bloody hell do you eat this thing anyway?”

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wendy & rodolphus

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alecto & rodolphus

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