#the prophecy. dot nerd

[yusukenui]

ok but picking up an old series that you started as a kid and somehow decided to finish as an adult is such a trip, i feel like im finally closing the door on this world. i feel ill.

[idk-ilike5sos]

Mac didn't know what the rest of his life would look like. Shit, he didn't even know what the next few years would look like: half-lonely in the absence of most of his friend's, small business rotting away as buyers move, and brain shrivelling as he loses track of the last time he read something that wasn't a passage out of the Bible. All he did know was that he couldn't fucking wait to step foot out of high school and never return - a missing temptation to peer over his shoulder as the building shrinks into a dot in the rearview mirror.

His fear of the unknown was easily outweighed by his fear of this kind of permanence. Not a kind one, that is. One of ducking and hiding, buying and selling, stealing and surviving. High school wasn't just a curse. It was a prophecy written long before he was born. It was a pair of shoes he'd been genetically sewn to fill: inescapable, adjusting to fit him until he was adjusting to fit them.

That was all behind him, though. Well, it would be in about two hours. He had to graduate still - which he'd managed to do by the skin of his teeth and a couple of little plastic baggies gifted to nerds. But he did it! Almost entirely by himself! Take that, assholes! He wasn't as dumb as everyone said!

Everyone except for Charlie, obviously. He was the only consistency Mac knew he wouldn't shake, couldn't if he tried. They were more like brothers than best friends, more like family than anyone they shared bloodlines with.

Beyond Charlie, though, there were still some people Mac didn't want to ditch. More specifically, one person. Maybe not the kindest, maybe not the most generous, maybe not the most considerate. But someone special, all the same. Someone worth the damage…

[galaxialdarktale]

OC DND Class Tag

Rules: What classes would your OCs play if they were playing a video game? Now, I'm a massive D&D nerd,so don't mind that these are all D&D classes. I don't know any other video game classes, I'm gonna be real with you. Tagged by @emelkae thanks :)

side note: yes, i realize it's just a class tag but i wanted to put the background for a couple of the characters, so i did. you can't stop me.

also note: i went to dndbeyond dot come to double check the classes as i am writing this before 7 am while sick so, may fix this later when i'm not sick :p

Ameronis Cronin Divine Prophecy: Multiclass. Divine Soul Sorcerer before the events that led to Divine, taking up War Magic Wizard later. Background would be noble - that's the closest D&D 5e has to 'God' and then haunted one.

Iola Thurlow Divine Prophecy: Iola would be a Horizon Walker Ranger, as she's been trained in archery since she was young. It's one of her favorite pastimes and she's won a couple prizes for it. Background would have to be sage, as when the story starts, she's at grad school, and she's not gonna drop her love of learning.

Matia Schauer Death, O Death: Her, I know what she would be! I ended up playing her in a campaign and it was fantastic! When we ended it (I had to drop out because of school commitments), Matia was a level 7 Eldritch Knight Fighter and a Haunted One because of the events of Death, O Death. I would have to dig up her sheet, but I do believe she also took a level in rogue.

Aurora Blomqvist Fates Saga: Okay, so, noble would be one of the backgrounds, but it's not an immediate she knows about it. She is a very bright woman, though. So I'm going to go with Sage for her as well. As for the class... Order of the Mutant Blood Hunter (yup, CR babey!). I may update this once the Spelljammer book drops on the 16th if anything spicy is there, but I think that fits.

That's all the character's I'm gonna do for this one, otherwise it'd be way longer than it already is! I'm just gonna have an open tag, because I wanna hear about any and everyone's OCs :)

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

K so, Olympians!AU, because lbr it fits too well to ignore, especially if you've seen the musical, but here we go:

Easiest ones:

Shelby - daughter of Aphrodite; self-explanatory, but would also be fitting given her relationship problems and struggles with sexuality because Mom is probably watching with a bowl of popcorn behind the scenes

Toni - daughter of Ares; Jock, angery, but once she learns to channel that energy in a good direction, she'll be a tank

Fatin - daughter of Apollo; gift of music, gift of prophecy (she been knew and she didn't even know it), also she's my sunshine, so take that

Medium difficulty:

Nora and Rachel - daughters of Athena; the Jock/Nerd dichotomy sacred to Athena's nature

Dot - daughter of Athena; resourceful, strong, adaptable, with a head for making plans and building things

Hardest difficulty:

Martha - daughter of (????), can't say Pan, can't say Artemis, help me out here, tempted to say Aphrodite just bc she's cute

Leah - daughter of (?????) Dare I say... Dionysus???

[hyrulecast]

greek god aesthetic

aphrodite

laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

apollo

glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.

ares

armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

athena

discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

demeter

soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

artemis

keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

hephaestus

the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted-up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

hera

resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

dionysus

drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

hermes

devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

hades

walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

poseidon

storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

zeus

thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

tagged by:  @championfought​ (thank u!!) tagging: uhh @campkeeper​, @intothewildsea​, @thoseofonen​, @nofliight​, aaaand anyone who likes to nerd out with Greek stuff bc who wouldn’t tbh

[sunken-samsonian]

Me? Nerding out about the writing in Sanders Sides? More likely than you might think.

I'm specifically going to address our favorite trash man Remus, because his name just connected a whole bunch of dots for me, that being that several characters have their names based in Roman mythology and history. And me, loving history and mythology much more than I let on, am absolutely fucking stoked. Keep in mind that this is what I've been taught and what I've looked up, feel free to correct me or add anything I might have missed!

So, let me set the stage for you. From 29 to 19 B.C., the Roman poet Virgil wrote The Aeneid, an epic poem that described a lot of Roman mythology, specifically on the founding of Rome. The poem describes the Aeneas, which are the ancestors of the twins Romulus and Remus. The twins grew up together, first being raised by a she-wolf, then being adopted by a shepherd, Faustulus, and his wife, Acca Larentia. After the twins grow up and have a few adventures, they decide to set out and found their own city. They had a disagreement where to build the city, as Romulus wanted to build his city on Palatine Hill, while Remus wanted to build his on Aventine Hill. The brothers consult augury (a prophecy where you look at birds to see who the gods favor), and though Romulus saw more, Remus claimed that he saw more first, so he won. The two brothers remain undecided before Romulus starts building trenches for a wall on his hill. Remus continually makes fun of his brother and his wall, and Romulus ends up killing Remus because of this (in some sources, though, it says that Remus died because of falling over the wall). That's how Romulus founded the city of Roma, or Rome. It's also worth mentioning that Rome had two major "classes", the Patricians and the Plebians. Patricians were wealthy political leaders, while Plebians were the lower farming class. The average joe, if you will.

So! This gives these possible origins of 3 of the Sides' names, that being Virgil, Roman, and Remus. Remus is especially interesting to me because Thomas tried to "kill" his bad creativity, Remus, in favor of the good creativity, Roman. It's also clever how they're canonically seen as twins, even though it's impossible for them literally to be twins.

It also explains a few little quirks and references in the series, like Virgil mentioning Thomas's "Edgy poems" in "Exploring Nostalgia", one of Roman's opening lines ("What up, Plebs?") in "Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts", and a little later in that video Remus speaking to Thomas in his head and saying "Have you ever imagined killing your brother?", as well as other things I'm probably overlooking!

TL;DR, Sanders Sides has a lot of clever nods to Roman mythology and I appreciate the writing a whole lot.

[multi-mused-menagerie]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS

tagged by: snatched from @siireniis​​ (my meme now fnejrgne) tagging: the nerd reading this

bold: main verses / italics: crime boss verse

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, cunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paintbrushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted-up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in a blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.  

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart-pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

[pokesposts]

SUP THIRD THEORY NERDS- AND THIS ONE’S MY F A V O U R I T E!!!! The Master of Masters is...

Luxord!!!! I know, half predictable after that whole awesome fuckin’ trailer with the thing between Xiggy and Luxord with Xigbar asking Luxord who he is- and it got me and a certain frog boy ( @akingoftrash ) thinnkkiingg!!!! First of all, he’s one of the Four Real Organisation members having been brought back, as Xemnas has stated, 

These four being the numbers 9-12 in the Organisation, numbered Demyx, Luxord, Marluxia, and Larxene respectively. Out of these four, we can be certain that this Keyblade Legacy has to do with the Dandelions, or specifically the Keyblade Wielders from the Land of Fairytales, as Marluxia and Larxene, numbers 11 and 12, being the Nobodies of 2 Keyblade Wielders from that time, Larium and Elrena. This leaves Demyx and Luxord as the two remaining Nobodies we know nothing about- as neither of them has had seen iterations of their Somebodies. This has led some people to believing that Demyx may be the Master of Masters- however it seems like most people glanced over the possibility of it being Luxord because of this. However, the new Trailer showing that Luxord was initially unsure of Xigbar being who he really is and having known for a while (as it’s at LEAST before the ending of Kingdom Hearts 3, as they’re both still Norted I believe,) is extremely interesting- especially as Xigbar asks him who HE is in return- as if he knows something is up with Luxord’s identity. I wouldn’t be here, however, if this was all the proof I had- so let’s dig a little deeper. First of all, fun fact, Luxord has 13 piercings on his body, which is just a fun fact. However, what’s even MORE fun is the fact that Luxord is called The Gambler Of Fate, which seems like a very MoM fitting title seeing how he’s been working around all of this, and how it was a gamble for everything to come together, book of prophecies or not- but ALSO, Luxord’s special magic aspect is TIME!!  The Master of Masters is/was able to see into the FUTURE by using his eye! AND he’s able to appear in the present somehow as well!!! Time-related!! The reclusant’s symbol, the  χ, whilst also being put into their names, are also part of their literal numbers in the organisation, as numbers 9 through 12 in Roman Numerals all have the letter X in all of them- meaning this may be the reason all of them, who are co-incidentally tied with an ‘ancient keyblade legacy’, have the numbers 9-12. To keep better track of them. And then- AND THEN- which number is Luxord??? What is his number in the organisation?? X!! HIS NUMBER IS LITERALLY X! Or uh, 10! The 10th member, with his Roman Numeral as X, being asked who he is by Xigbar, who has a mysterious connection to a ‘Keyblade Legacy’ within him?  There’s another smaller, yet also connected dot to piece together out of this as well. Luxord’s deal is Clocks, as there’s clocks on his cards, and Clocks have to deal with time. In Scala ad Caelum, there are some clocks scattered around- and all of them are on the same time, forever, never moving.  You guessed it.

Ten O’clock.  The DLC is called Re:Mind- and Luxord is asked who he is. Maybe it’s TIME that someone Re:Minds him?~

[jeweltm]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS   |   bold those that apply. italicize those that sort-of apply.

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              APHRODITE   laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway,  unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love,  stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips,  secret daggers,  doves,  revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks,  strolling along the beach,  staring wistfully from a balcony,  this is how to be a heartbreaker,  your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive,  wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

            APOLLO     glitz and glamour,  art galleries, turning the volume up,  being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight,  the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records,  beautiful cover of wonderwall,  playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine,  healing touch,  speaking in prophecies,  smile mingled wrath, sporting shades,  hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart,  paint brushes,  probably has a Tinder account.

            ARES    armed for battle,  wants to raise a dog with their significant other,  soft spot for children,  gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face,  willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs,  well-worn combat boots,  boxing gloves,  bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison,  more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

            ARTEMIS     keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars,  mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake,  quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves,  bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person,  arrow hitting a target, popping egos,  patience on 3%,  touches heaven and returns howling.

            ATHENA     discerning gaze,  unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums,  owl perched on their finger,  armor that intimidates,  eye for architecture,  plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid,  big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter,  balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings,  hair done up, can kill you with their brain,  heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

            DEMETER    soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun,  being the mom-friend,  can lift you and your friends,  flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses,  heart as strong as a mountain,  values simplicity,  daisies dotted across a collarbone,  curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues,  pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

            DIONYSUS  drunk shitposter,  on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second,  seductive smirks,  untamed curls,  rich fabrics on dark skin,  sleek-furred panthers,  theater masks,  stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth,  being the baby of the bunch,  wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines,  inspiring loyalty,  grand opera houses,  masquerade balls,  rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor,  pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

            HEPHAESTUS     sweaty brow,  flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders,  steampunk goggles,  nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match,  blueprints for future projects,  fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots that have seen better years,  wrinkled plaid shirts,  iron melted in blazing fire,  huge jackets, crafting masterpieces,  greased-stained overalls,  fascination with robotics, pain is fuel,  stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

            HERA   resting bitch face, dressed to the nines,  cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals,  plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims,  romance to realism,  pictures of the sky while flying on a plane,  files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix,  like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul,marble and gold.

            HERMES   devil-may-care smile,  ink-stained hands,  always up-to-date on the latest technology,  will steal your french fries, does it for the vine,  shitposter,  puts googly eyes on everything,  meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips,  folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop,  shooting hoops on the basketball court,  chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee,  menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

            POSEIDON     storm with skin,  colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore,  the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat,  their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks,  clothes smeared with paint,  owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams,  mood as ever-changing as the sea,  the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

            ZEUS     thunder in their heart,  running on coffee cocaine,  flash of lightning,  natural charisma,  eloquence, badass in a nice suit,  aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights,  proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings,  planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order,  strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease,  most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch

tagged by: i stole it from mik

tagging: you, ya nerd

[lordshaxx]

&&. OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

➳  APHRODITE.

laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

➳  APOLLO.

glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

➳  ARES.

armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

➳  ARTEMIS.

keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

➳  ATHENA.

discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.  

➳  DEMETER.

soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

➳  DIONYSUS.

drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

➳  HEPHAESTUS.

sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

➳  HERA.

resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

➳  HERMES.

devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

➳  POSEIDON.

storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

➳  ZEUS.

thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have (certain) feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch.

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄:   laughter-loving,      sweet smiles,    dressed  in  silk  and  satin,  flower  in their  hair,   sees the world as a runway,   unapologetically  sexual,    the sea washing their ankles, in love with love,   stirrer of passion,     cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,  secret daggers,     doves,    revolution in their kiss,     delighting  in  the  waves,  flirtatious  winks,  strolling along the beach,    staring wistfully from a balcony,  this  is  how  to  be  a heartbreaker,   wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎:     glitz  and  glamour,   art  galleries, turning  the  volume  up,   being  made  of gold,   neatly-organized  music  sheets,   notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight,the powerful urge to create,   collecting  vinyl  records,    beautiful  cover  of Wonderwall,  playing multiple  instruments,  tasting like sunshine,  healing touch, speaking in prophecies,  smile mingled  with  wrath,    shunning lies,   sporting  shades,    hanging  out  at  music festivals with their  friends,  sleeps  naked,      arrow  to  the  heart,    paint  brushes,   probably  has  a Tinder  account.

𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒:       armed for battle,   wants to raise a dog with their significant other,   soft spot for children,  gives piggyback rides, scarred body,   blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm  hugs, well-worn combat boots,   boxing gloves,  bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, first raised in protest,     ignites  revolutions, fear  is  a  prison,  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think,  exhausted, damaged  goods, force to be reckoned with,  red roses,  curses under their breath. 

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒:       keen  sense  of  a  hunter,  freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin, piercing eyes, disheveled  braid,  moonlight  peaking  through  the  shadows,   the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,  lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at the  stars, mother  doe  and  her  fawn,  protecting  their  kin, the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,     quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,    running  with  wolves,   bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,   not  being  much  of   a  people  person ,   arrow  hitting  a  target,   popping  egos,   patience  on  3% ,  touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀:    discerning  gaze,  unreadable  face,   quiet  museums,  owl  perched  on  their  finger, armor  that  intimidates,  eye  for  architecture,   plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose of  building  houses,  studied the blade  while  was  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid,  big  fan  of  logic, loves  brain teasers,    ancient  buildings, sweaters  in  neutrals  and cool colors,  hair  done  up,   can kill you with their brain,   heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,  sharpened  pencils,   abs  that  can  cut  steel,   stoic  statues,  pottery classes.

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑:      soil-covered  hands,  smile  that  can  bloom  flowers,   skin  loved  by  the  sun,   being   the   mom-friend,    can  lift  you  and  your  friends,   flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls,     takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,     speaks  to  their  plants,   leaves  rustling  in  the  wind,    stalks  of   wheat,    picking   fruit,   greenhouses,   heart   as  strong  as  a  mountain,   values   simplicity,    daises   dotted  across  a  collarbone,   curls  crowned  with  flowers,    folded   pile  of  sweaters   in   warm   hues,   pulling  out   fresh-backed  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐒:   drunk  shitposter, on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished your  second,   seductive   smirks,   untamed   curls,    rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,     sleek-furred  panthers,     theater  masks,     stage  productions,   receiving  a  standing  ovation,     rose  caught  between  their  teeth,   being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,   wild  parties  that  last from  sundown  to  sunup, creeping  vines,   inspiring  loyalty,     grand  opera  houses, masquerade  balls,    rolls  of  film,   shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered across the  wine-spilled  floor,     pouring  champagne  into  flutes,  lives  for  the   applause.

𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐒:   the calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,  sweaty brow,  flame  burning  in  their  eyes,  inventive  mind,   broad  shoulders, steampunk  goggles,   nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,   ashes,    striking  a  match,   blueprints  for future  projects,   fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,    wrestles  with  bitterness,    work  boots  have  seen  better  years,    wrinkled  plaid  shirts,   iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,    huge  jackets,    crafting  masterpieces,    greased-stained  overalls, fascination  with  robotics,  pain  is  fuel,     stack  of  weaponry,  even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀:   resting  bitch  face,    dressed  to  the  nines, cows  grazing  on  a  pasture, cool  rain,   loving  and  hating  fiercely, hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large  chandelier with glittering  crystals, plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims, romance  to realism,  pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,  files  that  under  fuck  it, downs glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix, like  their selfie  or you’re  grounded, knows 57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man, dark  eyes that penetrate your  soul,   marble  and  gold.

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒:     devil-may-care  smile,  always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology, will  steal  your  french  fries, does  it  for  the vine, shitposter, puts  googly  eyes  on  everything, meme hoarder, long  drives  on  the  highway, ma  and  pop  diners,   spontaneous  road  trips, folded  maps,  fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,    shooting  hoops  on  the basketball  court, chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,   goes  jogging  in  the  morning,     mixes  redbull  with  coffee,  menace  on  april fool’s, hoodies  and sneakers.  

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐍:    storm  with  skin,    colorful  coral  reefs,   waves  crashing  against  the  shore,   stroking  the  soft   fur  of  a   cat,    their   heart   pounding   as  their   horse’s  gentle  trot   speeds   into   a   gallop,     tousled  locks,  clothes  smeared  with  paint,   owns several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,    leather  jackets,    fondness  for  diy projects,    handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page,    nimble  fingers     playing  the  strings of  a  violin, velvety   singing   voice   that   haunts   your  dreams,  mood  as   ever-changing  as  the  sea,  the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,  compass  with  a  spinning  arrow.  

𝐙𝐄𝐔𝐒:   thunder  in  their  heart,   running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning, natural  charisma,   eloquence,  badass  in  a  nice  suit,     aficionado  of  history, force  of  nature,  lenny  face,  nightmare-filled  nights,  proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,  high-rise  buildings,   planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,   technician on the  piano, maintains  order,   strong  handshake,   juggling   multiple  evens  on   their   busy   schedule  with  ease,   expensive watch.

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Thoughts/Background on Sorcerer’s Stone

Just Some Thoughts on movie one. Please, let me know your thoughts. Suggestions on how better to spend my time will also be appreciated....lol 

Ready. Here we go. 

Pivet Drive. Do you think that owl there was sent by Dumbledore to tell Professor McGonagall that he was on his way? Or is it just an ordinary, non-magical owl? Do they have owls in England? Is that a stupid question?

Another owl? And the singular street lamp a la Narnia.

Dumbledore looks so unnatural here. They are literally in what is one of the most ordinary places detailed in the books, and we know the importance of dressing for Muggles, but he doesn’t here. Maybe because this is the eve of Halloween? They just know that they will get away with wearing whatever here. Or are they disillusioned somehow?

Cookie cutter house. Cookie cutter lawn. Cookie cutter cars.

The deluminator makes it first appearance in the series. We won’t see it again until book seven. Rowling truly is a genius at this.

One light is left on behind Dumbledore’s head. So, the deluminator in the seventh book obviously leads Ron back to Harry and Hermione. Maybe the deluminator does more than take and give back light. Maybe the deluminator truly does act as a light guiding it’s owner to the place where it most needs to go. Ron really needed to get back to his friends, and that night, Dumbledore needed to be directed to where Harry, in canon, would be the safest. And with the blood wards, that was with Petunia at number 4.

It seems like Professor McGonagall is a bit of a gossip here. I bet she gives all the lowdown on everything to Sprout, Flitwick, and Poppy.

Sirius’ bike!!!! That is a sick bike!

Hagrid is the only person among the three who look appropriately soft here regarding Harry.

Harry is in a blanket that looks hand woven. Who do we think did that?

Just right on the doorstep? Not even a basket? Dang!

Okay, so the same handwriting that is on the envelope laid on Harry is the same script that is used for the Hogwarts letters. So, we can theorize that the headmaster addresses all the envelopes. So then, Dumbledore really did know about Harry’s treatment and where he slept each night?

Petunia here unlatches a latch on Harry’s cupboard door.

It looks like there are several cans of paint beside Harry here. It’s cramped. At least he has a blanket and pillow. He has a light which is good, and that looks like a glass of water behind him.

Dudley is such a little fucker. That carpeting is also soooo nineties.

He calls him cousin here which I can’t decide if that is him being patronizing, you know, with the subsequent pushing and shoving. Or if Dudley really is just too young to truly realize how Harry is being treated here. He knows that it is fun and funny to mess with Harry, but does he truly realize the scope of his actions? We do see some redemption in seven though which does show some redemption.

I also love the headcanon that Dudley eventually had a witch for a daughter.

I wonder how many breakfasts young Harry has burned either accidentally or because Vernon was running late for work and he wanted to spite him. Though young Harry admittedly doesn’t seem to be evil, I bet he could have a naughty streak.

Look at all those huge, gaudy wrapped presents. Still, Dudley in front of a literal collage and shrine to Dudley has a bitch fit.

Harry is over this shit.

Why is Vernon threatening Harry here? What all has Harry done to this point to all of them that he is being threatened like this? I remember the bits of accidental magic mentioned in the book, but this seems a little extreme to me. I need a fanfiction where Harry knew about magic all along, and just insisted on messing with the Dursleys the whole time. Grey!Harry would be acceptable. Dark!Harry preferred.

I saw on Buzzfeed I think, that someone pointed out that the school group leaving the Reptile part of the zoo are wearing all green. Green like Slytherins who are leaving the reptile house when their house is literally represented by a snake. Nice tidbit, if that was intentional.

“Make it move!” is a good line here. Dudley trying to force a creature to go against its nature when they are trying to get Harry to turn against his own nature.

Petunia like nicks Dudley on the chin here, like, “Oh, my darling baby.”

Harry’s monologue here about lying there day after day while people press their faces in on you echoes his life in the cupboard, and that really infuriates me in a way that watching and hearing this the first time didn’t.

Harry is so polite, and since the Dursley’s don’t speak to him, and probably don’t stress the the differences between reality and fiction, that Harry is like legit okay with a snake just randomly seeming to understand him. When kids are young they have trouble with differentiating fact and fiction especially when it comes to things on tv and in media. We know that Harry had a hard knock life, but in that cupboard all he had was his imagination to really entertain himself. I think that imagination is what allowed him to be so okay with finding out about magic the way that he did.

That is a big flipping snake.

Petunia is freaked out. Vernon is automatically suspicious. I’m telling you Harry has pulled some stuff back in the day.

This scene of Petunia ushering a almost cataonic Dudley into the hosue echoes the one in the fifth film when she is ushering him out after the dementor attack.

Petunia is cooking here.

They have got that wicker furniture in the back yard. Like every other house in the nineties.

Three birds. Three letters.

Harry has toys that are knights. Which later in the film they play chess where Ron makes the big move on a knight.

The rest of the family always looks so pristine and put together while Harry is wearing the same clothes that they went to the zoo in.

The anguish here on the Dursley’s faces is just insane to me.

Dark and stormy island near a dark and stormy island???

Hagrid literally wasn’t going to wait a minute longer to get to Harry. He literally got to him when the clock turned 12:00 on the date of his birth. Someone had to have been watching Harry because why else would Hagrid have been there right on the dot?

And Hagrid is super angry here with the Dursleys. Maybe he tried to watch the family weeks prior to this, but then noticed that something wasn’t quite right. They, at Hogwarts, must have known that Harry wasn’t being treated right, and that the Dursley’s were reluctant to let him go. That’s why Hagrid was able to track him down, and take him right away.

Hagrid knows what’s up. I’m telling you.

They have got to have reports of accidental magic as well, right? I need details on this Rowling, details.

He’s had his name down since he was born? Because of the prophecy? What if Harry had been a squib? Fanfiction writers, I will also be needing this story. Harry is still the chosen one, but is a squib.

In the sixth movie, Harry mentions that he never side along apparated before. How did Hagrid get him off the island? A boat? It couldn’t have been a portkey with Harry’s complete confusion when dealing with one in GOF. Was it the motorcycle again? Or a broom? Maybe Harry got an advanced flying lesson? Or advanced experience with riding on a broom? That would make the flying lesson and his ease with a broom make more sense. Am I reading too much into this? Yes, yes I am.

The cauldron on the sign becomes clear as they get closer. I never noticed that before.

Everyone in this movie looks like they are from the eighteenth century.

Quirrel won’t touch Harry because of the blood protection from Lily.

The literal entrance to Diagon Alley is tapping around clearly missing bricks in a circle? Can we not have more intensive security measures installed please.

We see Madam Malkins, and the emporium.

That witch in the background of the broom shop is stylin’.

For a building as secure as Gringotts, that construction is wonky.

Are goblins considered beasts or beings? I know that one classififed being refused status, but I can’t remember if it was the goblins or not, not wanting to be recognized by the Ministry.

These vaults are sick looking. They are underground, completely secure. You have to ride a track to get to them. The vaults are secured with a key, but that seems to be the least measure of security.

Stalagmites are hanging from the ceiling. I suppose that it is meant to look ancient and earthy.

Diagon Alley does really look cramped in close together.

Ollivanders looks very tidy. I bet Ollivander rides that ladder around all day.

I wonder at Ollivander’s cataloguing system. He seems to be one of those people who live in a mess, but who know where everything is in said mess.

Why is it so dark in the Leaky? Get some lights, Tom.

Hagrid can literally take him all the way to King’s Cross, but can’t take the practically Muggle born to the actual barrier?

Then Hagrid vanishes? It’s a wonder Harry doesn’t think that he is having a mental breakdown right now.

This director really must love red headed actors. The mother and the baby, and then the Weasley’s right after.

I always thought that a magical train would look a little more magical on the inside, but those views are pretty spectacular.

They have literally bought like fifty bucks of candy. I wonder how overpriced that trolley candy really is???

Ron, can’t you be happy for your friend. So, at any point in time your collection of cards can just be empty places where wizards are supposed to be because they are just wandering around from card to card? Seems like a rip off, give me the candy any day and be done with it.

Holy Cricket!!!! Lol I love Hermione. She’s such a nerd.

Ron has yellow and red gummys sticking out of his mouth. Gryffindor all the way.

The people holding the doors must be prefects.

The arriving by boat is so iconic. The first view of the castle is beautiful. Rowling was a classics major right? In Greek mythology, you take a ride with the ferryman to get to the underworld. This feels so reminiscent of this because really, they are sacrificing one life for another.

Y’all see that one kid jumping up the stairs? Who is that? Seamus?

How on Earth did Trevor get there? I mean, for real? Be glad McGonagall didn’t squish you.

Look at that maliciousness in Tom Felton’s baby eyes.

I love Mrs. Norris.

Watch what you say Ronald.

I wonder if the sorting hat feels pressure to place kids where they need to go? It had to have some sort of consciousness right? Does it keep Dumbledore up at night thinking, man I really should have put that Susan Bones in Ravenclaw, but she did seem to be more comfortable with the puffs, and I think she is getting on. Or that Lebold boy might not be getting teased as much as if I put him in Gryffindor. It’s all my fault.

What are the animals that are holding up the fire along the wall? Phoenixes? Does that change with the headmaster as well? Does all of Hogwarts get a redo when they change headmasters? Like they change the currency in England with the new monarch? Though, maybe they aren’t phoenixes. They kind of look like winged werewolves or something like that.

Wasn’t the bloody baron all morose and depressed? Not a laughing pirate?

Hogwarts looks absolutely bloody giant? Like if you aren’t in shape after a few weeks you just aren’t going to class plain and simple. That explains all that extravagant food.

The Gryffindor common room seems huge sometimes, and in others it seems quite small, but it is stunning, and I want to go there so badly.

All of the boys here have their clothes laid out for the following day. Who did that? The house elves? I like to think that maybe Dean or Harry started it, and the rest of the boys took notice, and was like yeah, that might be a good idea….lol

Do you all see Radcliffe’s feet here? They are huge. He’s supposed to be eleven?!

McGonagall ain’t taking no shit.

Snape is one of those teachers who are a total hard ass in class because they think that works best for classroom management, and he definitely, wrongly, makes an example out of someone immediately to let the other kids know that he will not be taken for fool.

I like the potions room in the later movies. This one is really light, and airy, but I like the dark, sort of cluttered room in the later films.

There is a cauldron heating in the back of the room.

At least, they are eating healthy at the Gryffindor table. Look at that fruit.

I love that all the kids are so used to this. But you are telling me that there isn’t at least one Muggleborn huddling in fear as things are legitimately falling from the sky? Unrealistic.

Madam Hooch is hot. Look at those eyes.

I love the castle that they used for this. I’ve heard that they filmed on location at a real castle in Britian.

Neville looks so nervous. It is a testament to how Augusta sort of sheltered him in the books that he didn’t get the obvious training in all things magical that Draco and some others had even though he, too, is a pureblood.

Okay, so, not once did Hooch think to cast a spell on Neville to keep him from falling to his death. I mean, what the fuck? Poor Neville.

Draco “knew” that Harry probably wouldn’t be able to challenge him at that height. That’s why he does it.

McGonagall’s office looks very delicate for such a badass.

Harry is amazed at his own talent.

McGonagall is debating seriously about whether she is impressed or infuriated. She makes her mind up quickly though, you can see it in her eyes.

McGonagall walks like an Aries. Like she’s got some place to be right then.

Why is he holding a lizard and talking about vampires? Is there a connection that I have missed here?

Hermione is trying hard to get in on this study group. She sits on the outskirts of the group though, and the others don’t acknowledge her leaving. Hmmm…..

It always sounds like she says, “You will make a fool of yourself.” Like dang, Hermione, that’s cold.

James Potter was a chaser not a seeker. That is my headcanon. Details are important people.

I wonder where all of the portraits in Hogwarts came from. It couldn’t have merely been old Headmaster’s. Are they all sentient? Were they all based off of real people or are some of them creations from someone’s consciousness? And who paints these amazing portraits anyway? And who charms them?

I know that the third floor corridor or whatever is forbidden this year, but that is far more dust and webbing then could have accumulated in a year. Unless, all of those spiders in Chamber of Secrets decided to camp out in this one section for maximum creep.

Mrs. Norris has powers. Fight me.

So the flames here are motion activated? And yet, no one can spell them to tell a professor or someone if someone has been where they aren’t supposed to be?

And that door was protected by alohomora? Wards, anyone? No. Okay.

And three eleven year old children fought back a giant three headed dog?

And on that note, it took them encountering a troll together not just the three headed dog for these three to become friends?

Wood is Hogwart’s Hottie every year. I think this is a universally acknowledged fact.

You are a keeper, Wood. Damn straight.

Love Wood. Can I just rewrite that over and over again until this scene is over.

Of course not, because the snitch is hidden in a little Hogwart’s emblazoned secret cubbie.

I’m so glad that Flitwick decided to change up that hair. He had a glow up for sure in the next few films.

Behind Ron and Hermione, Dean looks about ready to give up. “I knew this was all fake.” He looks DONE!

Poor Seamus.

Flitwick intentionally leaves Seamus’ face because Seamus set approximately three more fires that class, and he was frankly, to busy trying to clear the smoke out of the room.

I love that Neville is a little gossip in this movie. Ronald told me to tell you that……

No one is looking at Quirrel with any level of seriousness here.

Tom Felton’s scared face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See, this scene would have played out quite differently had they not been Gryffindor’s. Gryffindor’s run head first into trouble all the time. Would a Hufflepuff had shoved their wand up a troll’s nose? A Ravenclaw? No.

They have skylights in the bathroom. Hogwart’s bathrooms are more finely decorated than my house.

Snape barely deems Harry with a look.

Quirrel is bipolar.

Snape is so weird. That was less sneering and more mortifying.

Look at those Seeker refluxes.

Harry says he never gets mail. Make me sob, why don’t you.

Wood is in love.

Lovely reminiscing here about blacking out and coma. No one gives pep talks like Oliver Wood.

I love the colors of the pitch. I love that they are protected from the wind or sun from above.

Hooch’s referee robes are white and black striped. I never noticed that before.

Why is Filch in the middle of the Gryffindors? Is he supervising them? Is that the house that he thought he would go into is he had gotten his letter? We never really learned a lot about Filch’s history, but I think it would really be interesting to learn about him. Filch was just seen with the Gryffindors and then he was seen again with the Slytherins. Editing mistake.

Hermione, also, shows her Gryffindor here by immediately lighting her problem on fire.

Snape is missing from this shot. They got their equilibrium back quickly, like random fires just erupt at the teacher’s booth all the time during Quidditch.

Hermione is like, “Did I do it or not?”

Draco is demoralized.

Snape is back in scene.

Whatever Hermione says, Hagrid. She speaks for us now.

Hermione is heartbroken that she cannot fulfil her new role.

Beautiful shot of Hagrid in the snow. I love that Hogwart’s goes all out for Christmas.

Does those pieces just reassemble when they get put back in the box? Do they get a recuperation period?

Hermione is a shit starter.

Harry doesn’t have that kid thing where they are up at like four a.m. on Christmas because he is so used to not getting anything.

The incredulity in Harry’s voice when he says, “I’ve got presents?” kills me.

Behind Harry as he tries the cloak on for the first time is a stag on the tapestry.

When exactly is one able to enter the restricted section? Fourth year or above? What are the rules?

That book scared me. A man in a book, prepping for introduction to movie two? Maybe

When does Filch sleep? Why is he on guard?

So, if Snape doesn’t know exactly who Quirrell is then he knows that something is fishy about him. Does he think that he is trying to hurt Harry or does he think that he is after the stone for malignant reasons?

Again, what is with the security in this school?

Harry’s heart is so pure.

Harry, in the mirror, is smiling when real Harry isn’t. I’ve never noticed that, and that would be one thing that Harry would desire. He would want to not only be with his mum and dad, but he would want to believe that he would be happy with them.

“Most desperate desires of our hearts.”

Dumbledore really had to hide that thing because he probably really wanted to hide it from himself. Maybe he saw himself in Harry.

The guy at the table with the crew is not having a good day.

Ron is like, “Stop shaming me, woman. I’m more of a physical being.”

Hagrid was cooking or preparing for a dragon’s birth, hence the apron.

Hermione is dwarfed by that chair.

McGonagall was just grading papers, taking some tea, and bam! She has to deal with trouble makers.

Draco is like, “That did not work out like I thought it was going to.”

My headcanon is that Filch loves to wind the newbies up. It is probably the only line of defense that he has against those magical pricks. Like, a nefarious Santa Claus.

I love the idea of Hagrid just telling everyone that he misses Norbert even Filch. When one person leaves the Staff Room, Hagrid launches onto someone else. Poor Flitwick has it the worse. Filch is a surprisingly good listener because he could imagine what it would be like if someone took Mrs. Norris away. But enough is enough me.

The upper Slytherin years take pleasure in telling the firsties all sorts of tales about what is in the forest.

What is adult supervision in this world?

This looks like the same clearing that is used in the seventh movie when Harry walks to his death.

Quirrell picks the day outfits, Voldemort picks the night ones.

Firenze!! I know there wasn’t a lot of time in the movies to introduce the creature element, but it would have been cool to see him again later on in the movies like he was in the books.

The fireplace here looks open, like you can see it from both sides, which is a departure from movie four.

Hermione, Harry knows zero of the answers to any of the questions that you may or may not pose. Please, understand this.

Everyone in this movie looks young. It is like there are very few upper years that have been shown. The majority of people are the same age as the main cast, but in the later movies there are characters, even background characters that look a bit older. Maybe this was a directorial choice.

Hagrid is playing the theme song.

Hagrid’s hut is also in a different location for this first movie. I love the location that they chose for the third film for Hagrid’s hut. Sheltered and a little wild, close to the forest.

“Lie to me again, Granger.”

No wonder Snape doesn’t like Harry. He’s probably like, “Why is this mother f-ing kid staring at me like that all the time?”

The frog is not going to listen to you, Ronald!

I love that Neville and Trevor are just chilling there in the middle of the night in the common room.

Their textbooks rhyme? Education at its finest. Everything in every textbook ever should rhyme.

Everything is high in this room, even after they have fallen through a trap door, and then further down after the first trap. And when they are in the key room, moonlight is filtering in.

The doors are shutting behind the trio, locking them in. The whole thing here might have featured as one elaborate trap. Okay, so you managed to get through all of the trials, but good luck getting back out sort of thing.

They are literal chess pieces here, and in a lot of fanfiction they realize that they are check pieces in Dumbledore’s or Voldemort’s plans. They are the players, in the end, that change everything.

Harry shows a lot of logic here. While Hermione, in that Gryffindor spirit of loyalty, wants to rush right to Ron’s side, but Harry shows surprising restraint here.

They appreciate each other’s strengths, and that is friendship my friends.

The room looks like a sacrificial chamber. Why does this chamber exist? What was the original purpose of it? Was it created merely for the purpose of hiding the mirror and the stone? Or was it there when the founder’s build Hogwarts? And if so, why?

Quirrell’s voice is so changed here. It freaks me out.

If Quirrell knew that Snape was trying to save Harry why then is Voldemort so eager to welcome him back into the fold? What excuse did Snape give for that?

The stone representing life for Voldemort and for Quirrell, maybe freedom from Voldemort or perhaps the praise of his master?

Just how dependent is Voldemort on Quirrell, and vice versa?

The crumpling of Quirrell’s body has always disturbed me.

Harry has some Get Well cards on his bedside table. Some candy. That wrapper there looks like the Marauder’s Map.

This hospital is beautiful with the open windows that let the light in, but then in Half Blood Prince it is foreboding in the same way that it is pleasant and calming now.

The moving portrait on the wall features a nurse. Pompfrey has all the second opinions that she needs.

They also sell the Bertie Botts at Walmart now near the check out. I tasted one that literally tasted like how trash smells so, I don’t know that I would recommend them.

All right? In Britian slang means, “How are you?” Like people walk down the street, and how in America you say, “How are you?” They say, “All right?” Interesting tidbit.

These hats should have made a comeback, that’s all I’m saying. Formal occasion wizarding hats.

They look so cheerful over at the Slytherin table. I almost can’t stand the looks on their little sad faces at the end of this movie.

Snape is like, “Now, what the fuck?”

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle never got over this shit, I’m telling you.

And literally, no one really knows what happened to the three of them, for all they know Dumbledore is literally making this shit up. Furthermore, if everyone did know what happened, and they told their parents, how did attendance not drop dramatically the following year?

How much math did Jo Rowling have to run for this to be legit?

It looks like everyone throws their hat for Gryffindor, but dang, y’all lost too.

Slytherin knows what’s up.

Harry gives Hagrid a hug. I love their relationship. I wish that it had developed a little more, and that they were solidly like tight friends or mentor/mentee relationship.

Lily and James……. I cry because I love them.

“I’m not going home, not really.” Hogwarts is Harry’s home, and honestly, same.

The students are hanging out the window of the train here, too, because some of them must feel the same way about their homes as they do about Hogwarts.

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Bold what applies to your muse. Italics apply sometimes. 

APHRODITE: laughter-loving. |  sweet smiles. | dressed in silk and satin. | flower in their hair. | sees the world as a runway. | unapologetically sexual. | the sea washing their ankles.|in love with love. | stirrer of passion. | cunning concealed by painted lips. | secret daggers. | doves. | revolution in their kiss. | delighting in the waves. | flirtatious winks. | strolling along the beach. |  staring wistfully from a balcony. | this is how to be a heartbreaker. |  wants to be adored. | gets turned on by danger. |

APOLLO: glitz and glamour. | art galleries. | turning the volume up. | being made of gold. | neatly-organised music sheets. | notebooks filled with poetry. | bathing in the sunlight. | the powerful urge to create. | collecting vinyl records. |  beautiful cover of wonderwall. | playing multiple instruments. | tasting like sunshine. | healing touch. | speaking in prophecies. |smile mingled with wrath. |  shunning lies. | sporting shades. | hanging out at music festivals with their friends. | sleeps naked. |  arrow to the heart. | paint brushes. | probably has a tinder account. |

ARES: armed for battle. | wants to raise a dog with their significant other. | soft spot for children. |  gives piggyback rides. | scarred body. |  blood on their hands and face. | willing to fight the world for the ones they love. |  fights against injustice. | warm hugs. | well-worn combat boots. | boxing gloves. | bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. | fist raised in protest. | ignites revolutions. | fear is a prison. |  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. | exhausted. | damaged goods. |force to be reckoned with. | red roses. | curses under their breath. |

ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter. | freckles like constellations on their skin. | piercing eyes | disheveled braid. |  moonlight peeking through the shadows. | the calm of the forest at night. | lying on the grass and staring at the stars. | mother doe and her fawn. |  protecting their kin.| the moon shimmering on a still lake. | quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. |running with wolves. |  bonding while circled around a campfire. | not being much of a people person. | arrow hitting a target. | popping egos. | patience on 3%. | touches heaven and returns howling. |

ATHENA: discerning gaze. | unreadable face. | quiet museums. | owl perched on their finger. | armor that intimidates. | eye for architecture. |  plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. |  studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. |  big fan of logic. | loves brain teasers | ancient buildings. |  sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. | hair done up. | can kill you with their brain. |  heads to the library often to research. | sharpened pencils. | abs that can cut steel. | stoic statues. | pottery classes. |

DEMETER: soil-covered hands. | smile that can bloom flowers. | skin loved by the sun. | being the mom-friend. | can lift you and your friends. | flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. | takes pride in their beautiful garden. | speaks to their plants. | leaves rustling in the wind. | stalks of wheat. | picking fruit. | greenhouses. |  heart as strong as a mountain. |  values simplicity. | daisies dotted across a collarbone. | curls crowned with flowers. |  folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. | pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air. |

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter. | on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. | seductive smirks. |  untamed curls. | rich fabrics on dark skin. | sleek-furred panthers. | theater masks. | stage productions. | receiving a standing ovation. | rose caught between their teeth. | being the baby of the bunch. | wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. | creeping vines. | inspiring loyalty. | grand opera houses. | masquerade balls. | rolls of film. | shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor. | pouring champagne into flutes. | lives for the applause. |

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. |  sweaty brow. |flame burning in their eyes. | inventive mind. | broad shoulders. | steampunk goggles. | nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. | ashes. | striking a match. | blueprints for future projects. |  fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. | wrestles with bitterness. |  work boots have seen better years. | wrinkled plaid shirts. |  iron melted in blazing fire. |huge jackets. |  crafting masterpieces. |  greased-stained overalls. | fascination with robotics. | pain is fuel. | stack of weaponry. | even their muscles have muscles. |

HERA:  resting bitch face. | dressed to the nines. | cows grazing on a pasture. | cool rain. |loving and hating fiercely. | hand clutching a string of pearls. | large chandelier with glittering crystals. | plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. |  romance to realism. | pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. | files that under fuck it. | downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. | like their selfie or you’re grounded. | knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. | dark eyes that penetrate your soul. | marble and gold. |

HERMES: devil-may-care smile. | always up-to-date on the latest technology. |  will steal your french fries. | does it for the vine. | shitposter. | puts googly eyes on everything. |meme hoarder. | long drives on the highway. |  ma and pop diners. | spontaneous road trips. | folded maps. | fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. | shooting hoops on the basketball court. | chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. | goes jogging in the morning. | mixes redbull with coffee. | menace on april fool’s. | hoodies and sneakers. |

POSEIDON: storm with skin. | colorful coral reefs. | waves crashing against the shore. | stroking the soft fur of a cat. | their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. | tousled locks. | clothes smeared with paint. |  owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. | leather jackets. | fondness for diy projects. | handwriting that flows across the page. | nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. | velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. |  mood as ever-changing as the sea. | the roar of a motorcycle.|compass with a spinning arrow. |

ZEUS: thunder in their heart. |  running on coffee. | flash of lightning. | natural charisma.| eloquence. | badass in a nice suit. | aficionado of history. | force of nature. | lenny face. |nightmare-filled nights. |  proud arm around their lover’s waist. |  high-rise buildings. |planes soaring through a cloudless sky. | technician on the piano. | maintains order. | strong handshake. | juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. | expensive watch. |

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Tagging: @makomuses, @rocketlegs ?? I don’t know, friends ‘n’ acquaintances. If you’re as much of a nerd for greek myths as I am feel free to HAVE AT IT. Or don’t.