Everyone Lived.

Everyone Lived.

Everyone lived. When Harry was born, Lily hardly saw him because Sirius was fitting him into a tiny leather jacket, Remus was reading to him, and James was already trying to sneak him to the Quidditch supply store to get Harry his first toy broom. Christmases were spent with full bellies and rooms stuffed with laughter, and there wasn’t a single person without flushed cheeks from all the wine. Lily’s eyes sparkled, and there was always a joke on the tip of James’ tongue. All Harry knew was love, love, love, from every corner of the universe.

Everyone lived, and every Thursday afternoon, Sirius and Remus took Harry to the “library”, which was the secret word they taught him for the ice cream parlor. With each trip, they ordered the biggest sundae that was offered with three spoons, and Harry always ate nearly all of it. They kept it up until the day Harry asked Lily to take him to the library and, when confronted with the shelves piled high with books, he asked her where they went to order their ice cream.

Remus and Sirius got married when Harry was three, and Harry was the ring bearer. Lily cried the first time she saw him in his tiny dress robes. They were just long enough that he nearly tripped halfway up the aisle. There wasn’t a single pair of dry of eyes in the audience that day.

Everyone lived, and on Harry’s sixth birthday, he celebrated alongside Neville with all their friends and family. James gave Harry his first set of toy Quidditch balls. He, Ron, Neville, Draco, and Ginny all played together until Draco pushed Neville off his broom and into the cake Alice had spent hours working on. Lily tried so hard not to laugh at Neville’s frosting-covered face, but instead she went beet red and gave herself away to everyone.

Draco said he was sorry. He actually meant it.

Everyone lived, and the moms had a Lockhart book club, which consisted of everyone getting wine-drunk and complaining about their husbands together. Draco, Neville, Harry and Ron eavesdropped and reported back to their dads, who were standing around the kitchen armed with beer, about what they did wrong that week. Each of the meetings somehow coincidentally ended with each of the men stopping by to bring their respective wives bouquets of flowers or boxes of chocolate “because they just felt like it.”

Everyone lived, and Draco and Harry were friends, believe it or not. When Narcissa and Lucius had a date night, they dropped Draco off at the Potters. James told them scary stories in the darkness of their blanket tent. Lily used magic to cast shadows all over their living room, and Harry and Draco wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. But Lily kissed each of their foreheads and assured them each that everything would be fine, because she and James would never let anything bad happen to either of them.

She meant it.

Draco and Harry stayed up until their eyelids were simply too heavy to bear, but Harry managed to remain awake till Draco was completely asleep before closing his eyes. It was one of the most peaceful things he’d ever seen. He wasn’t exactly sure why he thought that. Not yet, anyways.

Everyone lived. Everyone got a little bit older. The kids all went off to Hogwarts, somehow managing to stuff themselves all into one train compartment, even with Hermione once she joined. Draco and Harry got put into different houses, which was a relief to everyone around them. “they already bickered like a married couple without rooming together,” Ron said when they were first sorted, “I don’t want to think about what we’d have to deal with if they were sharing a dorm.”

The only time Harry and Draco forgot about their friendship was when they played against each other in Quidditch. There were no rules when you needed to be the first one to the snitch.

(I suppose there weren’t any rules when it came to making out with your best friend in an empty corridor after drinking half a bottle of fire whiskey, either.)

Sixth year came with sly glances and brushing fingertips in the hallway; throwing all caution to the wind and risking friendship for feelings Harry and Draco had been denying since they were kids. Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, but no one said a word. Not even when Harry inconspicuously crept out of bed nearly every night at half past two with his Invisibility cloak in tow, not returning until the sun was just peeking out over the mountains, if at all. He looked happier than ever that year, secrets tugging on the corners of his mouth every time he spoke.

Everyone lived, and when Draco and Harry came out to their families their seventh year, everyone groaned. “You owe me ten Galleons,” was the first thing James said to Lucius, and Harry knew then that everything was going to be okay.

Because everyone was here, surrounding him, breathing, alive. They all hugged him and Draco at once, cheeks smooshed together, a mess of laughter and “I love you’s” and kisses on foreheads. They were all connected then, their pulses stitching them together with a bond Harry knew nothing could break.

They all knew hurt; they knew pain and suffering, and they knew loss, but most of all, they knew each other. They knew love, and they knew hope.

As they stood there, a giant amoeba of people from all walks of life, some more challenging than others, Harry let go of the breath he felt as though he had been holding for his entire life.

Omg this makes me really really happy!! Like you wouldn’t understand.

#183.5

Percy started signing at the age of 7

It was his idea, after this kid at his school was being followed by this woman who spoke with her hands to the boy every time the teacher spoke. Percy thought it was so weird and he asked the boy why he couldn’t talk

The lady was really nice to him about it, too. She told him the boy couldn’t hear and that this was his way of talking, even if he was in what he called a ‘hearing school’ 

Percy fell in love with the language instantly. He befriended the boy and the lady, and because of that everyone made fun of him for being around 'that weird kid’

By the end of the semester, Percy was able to talk to Jacob, the deaf kid, without having to used Amanda, the translator

When he went home for winter break, he eagerly showed Sally the new language he learned. Sally couldn’t believe Percy picked up on something like that so quickly, learning so much in only a few short months

Percy insisted that they learn, because 'Then Smelly Gabe doesn’t have to yell at us for being too loud.’

He taught her whenever he had the chance, which was those rare times they went grocery shopping or out buying new uniforms because Percy was afraid Gabe would pick up on this beautiful language

When Percy went back to ​school, he found out his deaf friend had to move. Heartbroken (platonically speaking) and alone, Percy’s grades stopped getting better and he went mute for the rest of the schon year, refusing to do schoolwork or activities. He buried himself into ASL, learning as much as he could before Sally got a letter shortly after April testing stating that Percy was not welcome back for the next grading cycle

As he got older, he used ASL more than ever. He went back to talking, but sometimes he found himself accidentally signing as he spoke. It started off subtlety, only being words like 'my mother’, 'wind’, 'let’s go’, and 'no/yes’

Sometimes he’ll forget he’s not deaf, or that “normal kids” don’t sign, and he’ll switch into ASL in an argument

Kids teased him for it

He won’t admit it out loud, but that was why he fired that cannon at that Revolutionary war memorial

He forced himself to stop signing when he went to Yancy. He couldn’t look his mom in the eyes for a week when she found out that those kids, the ones who teased him for learning the deaf language, were why he blew up a bus.

Grover met Percy and befriended him, not once learning of his hidden language ability

Percy secretly likes no one knowing about it. It felt kind of like a secret language a spy would use when she couldn’t talk to her partner

As he grew into his demigod life, he found ways to prevent the unintentional signing - spinning Riptide in his fingers, running a hand through his hair, crossing his arms, or simply tucking his hands into his pockets

When Gabe died, Sally and Percy stopped signing to each other. After all, they didn’t need to be secretive, right?

When Paul came around, Percy’s signing defense reactivated. He talked to his mom with his hands again, which had shocked the teacher

Sally reassured Percy that there was no way Paul would be like Gabe. Gabe was being used for his scent; Paul was here because he was sweet and kind and loving

Paul couldn’t understand a word of their conversation, and when he asked Sally what happened, she told him that ASL was Percy’s “escape” language

Percy was shocked when Paul asked him to learn. It proved to be very great bonding time between the 2 of them

Then Hera kidnapped Percy and wiped his memories

While he trained with Lupa, he found himself weaving strange hand gestures into his speech. He couldn’t understand how he knew what this one hand gesture meant, or how to say a certain phrase without having to talk, but he thought it was the coolest thing ever.

Something inside him told himself to keep the hand signals to himself, like a gut feeling

Lupa was always telling Percy to follow his gut

So he stopped signing, focusing on improving his battle movements

Sometimes, on the Argo 2, he would stand in front​ of the mirror and sign to himself

Once again, he hid his favourite language from his friends. This was his and his mom’s language, their special way of talking

No one was allowed to know it unless they had to

Not even his own father knew that Percy and Sally were ASL speakers

The quests fly by, Percy making a point to communicate with his mouth and not his hands

At the end of Saving The World Part Two™, the first thing he did was go see his mom and sign to her

Beautiful with an S is the name his friend Jacob gave her when Percy showed him a picture. That name was the first thing hr signed when he saw his mother again

The squeal Paul heard from the kitchen indicated that Sally had signed “I’m pregnant”

(Which, guys, totally happened to be all Percy’s fault. Don’t believe me? It took a month of travel to get to Rome. Apollo went MIA for 6 months, which means TOA took place 7 months after SON. Sally is seven months pregnant in The Hidden Oracle…)

Percy settled back down into his normal oral-only speech rule he made for himself

Then Annabeth called him and said that he needed to meet her in Boston

Percy packed up stuff and drove himself to Boston via Blackjack & Chariot taxi services

There he met Magnus, Blitzen, Sam, and Hearthstone

Annabeth cheerily introduced Percy to her 'mortal-not-so-mortal’ cousin

Magnus and Percy discussed stuff for a while before Hearthstone signed that he couldn’t understand what Percy was saying because his mouth formed words differently

Without meaning to, Percy instantly started signing an apology, explaining that New York City accents did that

And Annabeth nearly flipped the table

“What do you mean you’ve been signing since you were 7?!”

Percy was stuck trying to explain to Annabeth that him knowing another language like that was no big deal

But to Percy, ASL was a huge deal. It was his favourite and his secret language.

Annabeth was just mad that such an important piece of information about Percy was never brought to her attention

Like ever

Percy reluctantly taught her ASL

Their wedding vows and were exchanged with ASL

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dear,

there’s a funny thing about falling in love. its something authors can never ace, until they’re in love themselves. you notice all the things about a person in which they doubtfully realize themselves. like how they look down when they smile, or how they shrivel into themselves when they cry.

i notice all the the little things from you.

do you remember the time i got hit in the nose by a basketball in gym, and caught a bloody nose? you dragged me to the nurse, cursing the person who threw it at me the whole way there. i should have said it wasn’t their fault, but then i’d have to give reason. i was too busy watching you run that i didn’t see the ball coming my way.

do you remember the time you told me you loved me the first time? of course you only meant it as friends, and it’s probably all a blur, but its like the front of a hand to me. it was when you phoned me after school, asking about the math project. you drawled it like it was nothing, and hung up, and it was probably just instinct, but that was all i could think the rest of the day.

do you remember the time where you saw the love song in my black notebook, and asked me why i wrote it? i said a cheap lie about finding it on the internet, and saying i thought it was cool. i wrote it late the night before, not being able to sleep with you grazing my mind.

the one thing i can’t remember when i started having feelings for you. because i dont know when. but i remember sitting in the basement with you one night, when you accidentally shifted too close to me, and my eyes saw your lips and suddenly your kiss was all i really needed.

but darling, you are all i really need.

i’ll be the pace of wind to you, but you’ll be the spinning of earth. 

falling in love is floating, so high on emotions, you’re drifting off your feet. the ground will be only an illusion to you, and the only upper thing is darling.

falling in love is drowning, because you’re trapped in the realization they’ll never love you back.

the books play it out as different, but falling in love is the best and worst thing in the world. and the funny thing is, love in the books is falling slowly, but my noticing love for you was like a light switch. because i was unconscious through out it all, until it was suddenly there.

but darling, i in the deepest of ways, love you.

Sirius: Moony's a highway.

James: Explain.

Sirius: I wanna ride him all night long.

James: Get out.

Alex and Maggie - Supergirl

Alec and Magnus - Shadowhunters

Alex and Magnus - Magnus Chase and The God’s of Asgard

ALL LGBT RELATIONSHIPS IN PRESENT MEDIA. HOW IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS? IT’S THE MOST HILARIOUS AND ICONIC “COINCIDENCE” EVER