Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

caffeinewitchcraft:

rainbow-femme:

While I absolutely agree that Lily Potter beat the shit out of snape when he joined the afterlife don’t forget Petunia Dursley.

Lily was estranged from her sister but still trusted her to take care of her son, who was found bleeding and crying on her doorstep after his parents were murdered. Only to find out that they hurt, starved, isolated, lied to, and locked in both a cupboard and then a room with bars on the window the son she died to protect so he could have a better life? I don’t care what the deleted scene said about petunia being sad lily died when she gets to the afterlife it is round two of lily potter MMA smackdown

“Why did she end up here?”

“James–”

“No, that woman destroyed–”

“Hold on–”

“Stop.” A cool, familiar voice, but there’s something warm lacking in it. “Go. I need to talk to her.” A pause. “Alone.”

“…Call me if you need me, Lily,” the man says. There’s the sound of footsteps on grass.

Petunia wrinkles her nose and opens her eyes to blue, blue skies. I died, she thinks. I’m dead.

It’s not such a surprise. She was nearly eighty years old, after all, and it had been many years since Vernon died. What is a surprise is the body she finds when she sits up. She can’t be physically older than 20, the year she had Dudley and moved in with Vernon. The year that Lily–

“Hello, Petunia.”

Petunia scrambles up, heart thundering in her chest, and whirls around. There, right in front of her, for the first time in over sixty years, is Lily.

She’s just as beautiful as she remembered, long red hair framing a clear face. There’s that familiar curl of envy, but it’s duller now, after all these years, and Petunia drinks in the sight of her sister hungrily. She’s standing in a field, white robes falling from her shoulders, and her green eyes are almost the exact same color as the greenery beneath their feet.

Lily’s green eyes are suddenly a lot closer and, oh wow, Petunia is looking at the sky again. She frowns and tentatively reaches up to touch her jaw. It hurts.

But I’m dead, Petunia thinks first. And then, Lily punched me. She lifts her head up as much as she can.

“What,” Lily hisses, fists vibrating at her sides, “the fuck, Petunia?”

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Anonymous asked: Shmi Skywalker and Padme Amidala, the Force ghosts that never were.

peradii:

• One day in the future, a girl will ask of her maybe-father definitely-teacher (one is likely; the other is a certainty; she calls him Master because she wants no other family than that she has chosen): where did Skywalker come from. And the Master will say from my father he was a great man and a terrible one and – and the girl will shake her head, chew her lip, say, did he choose it and the Master will frown (a pucker between his brows; a corrugation of his lined, weatherbeaten face) and say, no his mother chose it and the girl will say who was she and the man will say a slave on Tattooine; my uncle’s brother’s second wife and no more. He knows no more. Don’t blame him.
  
• Do not blame the teacher-before either. You knew him as an old man, old and strong and lonely, but once he was a boy with a snake-tail of a braid and an empty space under his heart where love once rested. He watches his Master die and he tries to shoulder a burden that is absurd in its immensity. Train the boy who will save everything. Imagine that. Imagine. And, yes, he says this boy must come with us but remember: the Force is endless hunger, an animal. It isn’t willfully cruel – no more than the ocean. But if you do not learn to swim, you die. If a boy strong with the Force is not trained, he will surely perish.
• (or worse. There are horror stories.)
• Blame, perhaps, the council, so anchored in their ways that they do not permit the child to see his mother. Blame, perhaps, the Jedi so ancient and so wise who take their Chosen One and tell him that he can save the universe and all he loves, blame them who take a nine year old from his mother and give him weapons to hold instead of hands. Fight fight fight but only when you are told to. Kill without mercy when we say otherwise show limitless mercy. Do as you are bidden always and forever. Save everything. Master your feelings. Have no feelings.
• From my point of view the Jedi are evil! – what are those but the words of a lost, stupid boy, trusting only in the fierceness of his own heart and the iron surety of his convictions.
• Blame the boy. Maybe. After all: this was his choice. He did not have to listen to older and wiser heads that said go to war and afterwards tend to your mother. He did not have to cut down children. He did not have to.
• Children. Definition: the youngsters of any race. Before the younglings in the temple there were the Sand People, the tiny ones, J'Wratha and Taraka and those are only two, sliced apart in front of their mother. He was damned before the temple. Do you understand?
• If you do not: we return to Shmi. And here she is:

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geekysprinkler:

how come xmen quicksilver can save 31+people, a dog, and like 5 goldfish from an exploding building and yet aou quicksilver can’t even stop himself from getting shot

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