Naming a child brought with it a certain responsibility, but it couldn’t be that hard. Outside of names that could morph into unfortunate nicknames and names that carried certain cultural baggage, there were millions of perfectly decent ones to choose from. He’d seen and even once flipped through the baby naming books piled up on an armchair in Hermione and Ron’s living room. Neville had never actually named a baby, true, but he knew. There were options.
"I understand James and Lily. I don’t necessarily agree, but I understand," Neville said, rolling the last little beads of fire whiskey around in his tumbler. He hated this, hated himself. Because it shouldn’t matter anymore, but it did. "I would never…" He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at Blaise. "I couldn’t have a daughter named Alice, but I understand. This, though? Albus Severus Potter?” Neville drew out the middle name, letting the sharp V cut through the other syllables.
Blaise took the glass from him, drained it, then set it on the mantle, nudging it between two photo frames. “There is a certain cognitive dissonance to the entire notion,” he said at last. “But it is an honor, in its way.”
"Oh, a tremendous honor," Neville said. He wasn’t usually so dry, but being with Blaise brought out sarcasm Neville didn’t know he had. Blaise always thought it was funny when Neville was occasionally mean - ‘Its comforting to witness even the kindest, most generous of people talking shit. And I like knowing your secrets, Neville Longbottom.’ - but Blaise wasn’t amused right now.
He sat down close. “It is an honor,” Blaise repeated.
"It’s thoughtless," Neville said, eyes blazing. "But that’s Harry for you. He never thinks! ‘The bravest man I ever knew?’" He rattled the birth announcement placard and corresponding letter. "What about Fred? Or Mad-Eye? Or Remus and Tonks? Or anyone else? We’re not short on dead friends." Bitterness rose in the back of his throat. "Snape wasn’t brave; he was selfish and cruel. I won’t be able to even look at this kid, and Harry wants me to be his godfather? Me, of all people? I won’t do it."
"Are you quite finished?" Blaise asked. His voice was quiet and level, free of the Severus Snape baggage everyone else Neville knew shouldered.
"I suppose I am." Neville folded his arms across his chest, feeling like a petulant child, but not caring.
"Okay." Blaise took Neville by the wrists, unlocking him. "Then listen. You are the bravest man I know. And this boy is going to need someone like that in his life, someone who knows how to stand up for himself. Harry’s an idiot most of the time, but he made a smart choice here. You are the very best person to be his son’s godfather.”
Neville felt a surge of affection for Blaise, but still, he was a little confused. Blaise looked so serious, but the corner of his eyes were starting to crinkle, his high cheekbones betraying him.
"He’s going to be teased mercilessly, Neville. Albus Severus is a terrible name."
mythology meme: [5,6/9] deities
↳ Hypnos and Thanatos
Hypnos (Ὕπνος) and Thanatos (Θάνατος) are, respectively, the personifications of sleep and non-violent death; the twin sons of the goddess Nyx, they live in the Underworld, in a place where the rays of the sun and the moon will never touch. Out of the two, Hypnos is said to be the gentler one, although both are ruthless in their own right.
Right from the start when they showed us what our Dwarves looked like, I was thrilled. Because as an actor, that particular wound gives me a whole raft of things to explore that’s different from the other Dwarf characters. Straight away, I actually went and looked into it and there are documented accounts of people living with things embedded in their head. People with severe head trauma, things can happen to them. One is foreign accent syndrome, and it’s kind of a bit what Bifur has. Because Bifur can only speak in Dwarvish. And Bifur is sort of insane, which is quite handy in a fight. When he fights, he doesn’t know how to stop. His injury was caused by an Orc. This is not actually in the film, but this is my personal journey as I’m looking for the Orc that did it and I wanna give it back to it. He once was more of a gentleman. But unfortunately, nowadays, he’s not what he used to be. He’s kind of like a Keith Richards, crossed with a Rasputin crossed with Rip van Winkle and Animal from the Muppets. But then they added a thing onto the character to make him also a toymaker. So you’ve got somebody that can be, you know, incredibly violent and berserk but he also has this very, very, very gentle side.
William Kircher on Bifur
When people ask why I like Star Trek so much, this is the real reason why.
It was an optimistic look at the future, when all of Earth’s races and cultures had put aside their differences, finally grown up and learned to truly cooperate. It was also an important landmark of a show, bringing into people’s homes this image of equality, helping it become the norm in more and more people’s lives. Kids grew up seeing this positivity, and would pass it on to their kids, and so on.
Plus, hell, it’s just a fun space adventure to sit down and watch, what more ya want man
ALL I CAN SEE IS VIMES AND VETINARI
No but Hugo Speer and Peter Capaldi would do them to perfection, and not just because I need Hugo Speer’s help I’ve been adopted by a dragon lady face. (I mean it would be perfection itself but it’s not the ONLY reason. His hundred yard stare and drunken boot squishing and sober boot squishing and the look he gives to Nobby Nobbs and his baffled hopeful-yet-lessness with Carrot NOT A BUGGERING KING Ironfonderson are not reasons so much in their lonesome but make up the reason in their totality)
But Speer and Capaldi having the same conversation and yet not would be a thing of utter fucking gold and I just want to see them work with each other forever because the energy is fucking fantastic.
Really though, Hugo Speer for Vimes. He would be perfect. He’s pretty much already doing a more shouty Vimes in the Musketeers. GIVE THE MAN MORE SCREEN TIME.
Like I’ve seen Jeremy Irons and Charles Dance as Vetinari and they’re both great but too… composed still. Like idk I can’t quite see either of them pulling off the sarcasm and irony that scares Colons so much. Capaldi has all the physicality I want from Vetinari and I just—also that would be the perfect look to give Vimes oh my god.
And yeeeees Speer for Vimes I am so here for this even just looking at gifs of the way he moves I am so here for this I just want this to happen so bad.
Clint Barton doesn’t show up 15 minutes late with Starbucks. Clint Barton shows up an hour late with cheap pizza, a broken nose, and a stray dog.
I am Darth Vader, he said within himself; as he ground the dragon’s corpse to dust beneath his mental heel, as he watched the dragon’s dust and ashes scatter before the blast from his furnace heart, and you—
You are nothing at all.
He had become, finally, what they all called him.
The Hero With No Fear.
—from the ROTS novelisation by Matthew Stover
I still want to know how everyone agreed on “to hide Anakin Skywalker’s son, let’s take him to Anakin’s home planet, leave him with Anakin’s family, and not change his last name from ‘Skywalker’”