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Right? As much as it makes me cringe, I have a special place in my heart for that fandom. I read the ending and holy shit, it got so fuckin’ stupid. Kishimoto is like George Lucas; good world builder, terrible writer. I know the feeling. When the official Harry Potter boards went down… it was like my childhood died. I spent over ten years there. ;_; That’s where I met one of my most darling friends ever. We’ve literally been texting each other shippy feels all day today because we are the best the absolute worst. RIGHT?!?! I so ship Helga/Salazar and HNGGHHHHH Slytherpuff ships are SO CUTE. *A* They bring the best in each other’s houses out. We should all want to be as good as Hufflepuffs. They’re the best of all our houses, even if Slytherins are the best looking and the most charming and wonderful ;D But Slytherdor is delicious because they so bring out the worst in each other in all the best ways >:D Olly/Katie was so my ship of choice for a while, but Markat totally took over. Now it’s like ‘lol, no!’ That’s awesome. Fanfiction gives us what we really need. Cutting out Lee’s commentary and his role in Potter Watch in the movies STILL pisses me off. >: LEE BBY! I died when I saw his actor on Community. Luke Youngblood is fine as heeelllllll these days *_*

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It's so not newbie or RP friendly! D: D: D: Forum layouts are vastly superior. Also, WOW, Quizilla. I hadn't thought about that site in forever. *_* I was so into the quizzes but I never found their forums. Once I found the official Harry Potter forums, I didn't venture far. Most of my proboards games were ones that I found via the HP forums. Along the way, I RP'd Sailor Moon for like EIGHT YEARS with a friend. We had three generations of characters and hella crazy plots and, since it was totally our Sue days, we dragged in like demons and all sorts of craziness. It got insane and amazing. Then I was huge into Naruto (ughhhhh I cringe thinking about it) and I admin'd a game for four years. It was one of the greatest RP experiences of my life though. We built a hugely elaborate AU world and had a world war and omg. Then, in a lull in activity, one of the mods wiped everything without saving any posts to try and start over and reignite activity. We lost so much work. ;_; So I went and RP'd in canon games, but it was never the same. I've always come back to HP though. It owns my heart. MARKAT IS JUST, THE PERFECT OTP. *_* Slytherin/Gryffindor quidditch rivals totally does it for me. The angry fights! The bitter hatred! The sexual tension! It's all magical. As much as Slytherpuff ships fill my heart with girlish, squealing joy, Slytherdor ships are all deliciously 'I HATE YOU, LET'S FUCK, WAIT, GODDAMNIT WHAT ARE THESE ANNOYING FEELINGS DOING HERE. I'm totes a Slytherbutt, but I've been RPing Gryffindor Quidditch for easily ten years at this point. It's my favorite little slice of canon. ;_; The Angie/Licia/Katie friendship is just, pure magical amazingness. ;_; OLLY IS TOUGH. There's some good Olly/Katie stuff, but I'm a huge Olly/Alicia shipper. I'll have to go hunting for those at some point. Olly/Percy is cute too, but it's not OTP level for me. Awww yisssss, Charlie Weasley. I've never found a ship for him that I liked. Charlie/Dragons is the canon of my heart, haha ALSO NO JUDGEMENTS EVER *_* I understand. Potter crushes are srs bzness. LEE JORDAN, HNNGGGHHH

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RIGHT?! I used to RP on tumblr but, UGH, it rapidly becomes impossible to sort through threads, even with awesome tagging systems. It's excellent for resources and for loose gif chat RPs though. Haha, YESSSSSS. Katie will be homicidal cranky as heeellll. My take on violent!Katie was totally inspired by one of the best Bell/Flint fics I ever read, a million years ago during my livejournal days (oh god I'm dating myself here). I think it was called She Scores and it was one of the most hysterical bits of fanfiction I've ever read. It's totally ridiculous and tongue in cheek and smutty goodness. BUT YES. It totally won me to the ship and convinced me that Sassy and Vicious Katie is the Best Katie.

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BAM! Oliver post. I had it like, completely done, and then the wifi on the ferry ate a dick, so it had to wait until I got home. UGHHHHHHH MILD INCONVENIENCE, UNACCEPTABLE But, woosh!! Now I guess we should do the coin flip to see if poor Kearney is dead. I give you the honours. /sob sob

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Lockwood arrived only moments after he and Manpreet had settled in. He watched her from his seat cautiously. For a moment, he wondered if she would side with the Wizengamot. Perhaps he had misread her; but she surprised him. Her defence was crisp and polite, but pure logic. No bullshit. Oliver appreciated that. He studied the Wizengamot as Lockwood spoke. Several, mostly those he recognized from Manpreet’s original trial. Several of them had fixed his manager with foul looks. He grit his teeth, squeezing her shoulder. She looked so pale. She sat ramrod straight, her hands folded in her lap. When the court called for their testimony, Manpreet rose quickly, before he could stop her. Her heels clicked down the steps as she reached the courtroom floor. Oliver swallowed, every muscle in his neck rigid with tension. “State your name for the record,” a woman called coolly, her quill suspended above parchment in midair. “Manpreet Bellamkonda, Manager for Puddlemere United,” her voice was calm, and Oliver was reminded just how lucky he was to count her among his friends. “And how do you know the accused?” A large wizard, with a moustache that reminded Oliver of a walrus, queried. Oliver didn’t recognize his face, but he didn’t appear to be hostile. “I’ve worked with Kearney for seven years, when he first joined Puddle—“ “Mrs. Bellamkonda, you were recently released from Azkaban yourself?” The same woman who had derided the Kiss interjected, her eyes sharp. Oliver wanted nothing more than to hex her. “Yes,” Manpreet’s voice took on a small edge, her shoulders stiffening. “I was imprisoned for refusing to submit muggleborn players to the registration committee.” “So you knowingly broke the law?” The woman scoffed, exchanging looks with some of her fellow members. Oliver counted nearly eighteen of them. How many blood maniacs still sat on the court? How many of them would be tried for war crimes in the years ahead? “Yes,” Manpreet held her head eye, black eyes blazing. “My players were all law-abiding citizens, none of whom had ever been charged with a crime. I had been urged to refuse submission by their teammates due to rumors of inhumane conditions at Azkaban. Charges which have recently been confirmed by no less than three independent investigations—“ “The Ministry has failed to substantiate these charges,” the same woman insisted. The walrus-moustached man spoke up suddenly, his eyes dark. “Mirren, the Commission is still in progress. These reports are, until the completion of the investigation, valid as evidence.” Oliver watched as the large man looked to his compatriots. Rather more of them appeared to agree with him, and he began to feel the stirrings of hope. An elderly dark skinned witch leaned forward—a Shacklebolt, he recognized suddenly, Regina if he remembered correctly. Thank Merlin. As one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, her voice carried the weight of pureblood privilege. If she was anything like Kingsley, he mused, they were in good hands. “Mrs. Bellamkonda. You said you had worked with Mr. Stevens for seven years. What kind of man did you find him to be?” She spoke smoothly, watching Manpreet with polite interest. “Dedicated and kind. Kearney always looked out for his teammates. He often mentored new players and helped them integrate into the team.” “Thank you,” Regina Shacklebolt nodded regally, looking up to Oliver. We might just get him out, Oliver realised. “Mr. Wood, if you would please?” He nodded, descending and smiling tightly at Manpreet as they passed each other. “Oliver Wood, Keeper an’ keptin fer Puddlemere United,” he stated as instructed, willing his temper to calm. Luckily, Shacklebolt had appeared to have taken over the proceedings. The vicious witch, Mirren, seemed to have been neutered. “Mr. Wood, how long have you known Mr. Stevens?” “Five years. He welcomed me tae Puddlemere when ah first joined th’ team.” “And you found him to be a good man?” “Th’ finest,” Oliver insisted, “Ah consider him one a th’ bravest men I’ve ever mit.” “And why is that?” The walrus-moustached man asked, reading through a sheaf of parchment. “Kearney insisted oan playin’ th’ season wi’ ouir original team, even efter muggleborns had bin banned frae th’ League. He knew he was riskin’ his life, but he wanted tae send a message. He wanted other muggleborns tae know they hud a reit tae be a part a our warld.” Oliver stared down the vicious little witch, eyes scanning the crowd. Where Manpreet’s testimony did not seem to have convinced them, Oliver suspected his did. He, after all, was a Quidditch hero, a pureblood, and a darling of the public. It was an awful truth to realise.

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Tumblr! I was going to use Macklemore as a faceclaim for an RP, so I saved several million gifs. The game never went anywhere, and I used it as a sig on a whim. It's my shtick now! EXACTLY LIKE THAT Meanwhile, the rest of the team is like "finafuckinly we called that shit montha ago". Katie is going to be piiiiiiissssed.

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I'm glad I could help! :D I have tons of adorbs Macklemore gifs, but this is the best one ever. MARKAT IS SO AMAZING. *_* THE HATE IS REAAAAAAAAALLL. But the tension tho. They're so going to end up snogging after a vicious fight or summat.

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Elmo and Macklemore 5ever *A*

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Katie Bell would never have guessed thatMarcus Fucking Flint would have been their final candidate. Not for all the gold in Gringotts. She grit her teeth, knuckles whitening around her broomstick. No. Fucking no. She would not play with that son of a bitch. She knew exactly the sort of man he was. Assholes like him had torn England apart. If Santiago had been a Death Eater, then why the fuck was Flint here? Because fate was a cold hearted bitch, he was directed to stand next to her. She fixed him with her most withering stare, jaw clenching. Rage and adrenaline began surging through her. Good. That would help in the air. “I’d rather break yours, fucker,” she hissed quietly, directing her eyes to Fenrir. The white haired Seeker had unfurled his parchment, his face placid. “This is our final drill,” he called, voice crisp and even. In the past year, Katie had never seen him angry. He was likely the single most composed human being in the world. Even on the pitch, in a team that thrived on violence and dirty play, he was calm. “Good luck. I want two teams of six. Team One: Khan, Haggerty, Llewellyn, Pucey, Flint, Bell. Team Two: Meza, Weller, Tabtiang, Miller, Perth, Davies. Everyone else, you’re dismissed. Petyr will contact you with your paperwork. The rest of you, in the air.” Katie grinned fiendishly. She’d made the first cut. She found Kamala, eyes dancing. The dark haired woman looked just as wickedly thrilled. Pucey was a surprise; she always thought she and Perth and Miller had played better together, but she wasn’t complaining. Douchey Slytherin though Pucey had been, he’d made his way off her shit list at the last team Christmas party. And he managed to play both tactically and viciously. He was good people. Flint, however… she pursed her lips as Pucey greeted the man like an old friend, with none of the resentment a blood elitist deserved. Sure, Flint hadn’t picked a side publicly—hell, she hadn’t either. But she had used her pureblood immunity to smuggle a few muggleborns out of the country. And she’d fought at the Battle of Hogwarts. He had kept “neutral”. Katie was convinced that his involvement with Death Eaters would come to a head eventually. Mounting her broom, Katie took to the air. As much as she hated Flint, she had to play with him. She was getting on this team, come hell or high water. “Kitty cat, you take point,” Pucey was saying as she joined the weirdest circle of Chasers she’d ever played with. “Run interference on Miller and Perth, but don’t let Tabby fence you in.” “Come on, I wasn’t born yesterday,” she purred, ignoring his nickname for her. What was wrong with Katie, or Bell? Did Slytherins just hate real names? However, with Pucey it was remotely tolerable. “Flint—you know what to do. I’ll run mid and travel between you two. What side does Khan favor?” Pucey looked at her expectantly, and Katie answered automatically. “Middle-left, but her right is solid in early game. She’s doing better, but she needs to tighten up her late game.” She nodded to the other Chasers and Keeper for Flint, even as she wanted to set him on fire. She wouldn’t risk her position on the team over an old grudge. “Miller’s good at long range, he’s fuckin’ quick, usually comes in from the right. He and Perth are almost always on the same page. Perth’s slower, but solid. Good right arm. Davies is the weak link. He’s arrogant, you can probably piss him off if you press him. Meza's a solid Keeper all around, we'll have to press the goal hard.” Pucey nodded, clearly trusting her analysis. He nodded to their Beaters, “Haggerty is solid defence, he prefers to come from below. Llewellyn is a fuckin’ psychopath with a bat. If you’re in the way of a good shot, he’ll take you out. Tabtiang, tall one over there, he’s the best fuckin’ Beater in the league. Smart and brutal. He’ll make the team. Weller’s simple, but he’s got endurance. Ready?” Katie grinned viciously, her body humming with anticipation. "Lets kill 'em."

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Hip bump! Still looking for a World Cup game, where I'm happy to play Katie Bell and Viktor Krum, and a Jumpers game in movie!verse with original characters. I have starters for both.