For those of you who viewed the previous statement as a joke

I don’t buy it - Jon isn’t “a northern fool”


I just don’t buy it. I still believe that Jon is playing Danielle (btw we are using this name so it won’t show up in the search, not as an insult), going “undercover” as he did with the wildlings, to ensure she helps against the white walkers. Want to know why? Keep reading, but I warn you this got … very, very, very long. 

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request: “Hi. Could I ask for 14, 15 & 16 with Draco x reader. Also I love your writing. It’s so amazing and well done. Thank you xoxo” — by anon

a/n: thank you 💓 hope you like this as much i liked writing it hehe

14. “Who in the right mind would trust me?”
15. “This is the part where I tell you to mind your damn business.”
16. “Wow. True love sucks.”

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    Late night sneaking out has been your thing ever since your second year at Hogwarts. You didn’t particularly know why you loved doing it, you just knew that the thrill of running around the castle with Filch and Mrs Norris hot on your trail gave you such a rush. That’s why whenever it was the last day of the week, you would take it as a job to go out of your common room at midnight to go to the Astronomy tower or maybe even the Black Lake if you were feeling up to it.

    Though it was no question that ever since Umbridge became Headmistress of Hogwarts, it weren’t only two people (or cat, for Mrs Norris’ case) that were your concerns, it also happened to be the Inquisitorial Squad who also roamed around the corridors even when everybody was fast asleep, making your habit hard to do.

    “Where do you think you’re going?” the usual drawling voice called from beside you just as you stepped outside your house’s common room, Draco Malfoy leaning casually on the wall. “Sneaking out again, Y/L/N?” he smirked.

     You gladly returned the gesture.

    “Malfoy, what a surprise. Shouldn’t you be sleeping right now?” you asked innocently, unfazed by the fact that he was a Prefect and a member of the Inquisitorial Squad.

    He chuckled. “I should be asking you the same thing.”

   "Well, I’m sad for you because you ain’t getting an answer.“ you winked.

    Draco straightened his posture and walked towards you, pulling you towards him so that you stood closer to his body. "I miss you, you know.”
    You rolled your eyes at him, your boyfriend for over a year now, while he grinned. “It’s that pink toad’s fault we can’t see each other properly — and let me remind you that you’re working with her now.”

    He kissed your forehead. “I’m only doing that to get on her good side, of course.” he gently let go of you in case his colleagues would see, since you and Draco weren’t even supposed to be within arm’s reach because of the dumb rule Umbridge gave Hogwarts. “Which brings me to my previous question, are you sneaking out again?”

    Draco, of course, knew about your late night adventures that at some point, he even joined you despite not being really keen on breaking some rules. He knew that if his father somehow found out that he wasn’t doing well in school, Lucius would be disappointed and probably pressure him even more.

    But when he was with you, he didn’t care. He was happy and you were the exact reason behind it.

    “Maybe.” you shrugged. “Not going to stop me, are you?”

    “Frankly, I am.”

    You raised your eyebrows at him. “I see that you’re finally learning to betray me, Draco.”

    He chuckled. “Don’t be dramatic, I’m doing it for your own good. I know what Umbridge does to those students who get caught and if you get caught, I wouldn’t be able to stop her.”

    “But I won’t get caught.” you insisted. “Besides, don’t you trust me?” you took a step closer and held both of his hands.

    Draco cocked an eyebrow. “Are you seriously asking me that question?”

    You broke off into a grin, aware that Draco was well educated on how you were so mischievous and daring. “Yeah, you’re right, I wouldn’t trust me either. Who in the right mind would trust me?

    “No one.” he played along and the both of you quietly chuckle. “Okay, can you now please go back to bed?”

    “Draco, I’m going to the Astronomy Tower.”

    “You’re not. This is the part where you go back your common room and sleep.”

    “No, this is the part where I tell you to mind your damn business.” you bluntly replied.

    He sighed. “You do realize that you are included in my business and that I have the right to command you to go back now both as a Prefect and a boyfriend, right?”

    You snorted. “Hate to break it to you but you’re not my mum so —”

    “Y/N, please.” he cut you off. “I’m really trying hard here.”

    “Fine, if you don’t want me to sneak off alone, come with me instead.”

    Draco looked at you as if you were joking, apparently realizing soon after that you weren’t because of your determined expression.

    “You’re serious?” asked Draco.

    You looked around you as if to catch anyone looking, “Yes, Malfoy. Let’s runaway together.”

    He still had a hard time processing your proposal in his head. “Y/N, I love you but —”

    “Wow. True love sucks.” you didn’t let him finish his statement. “That’s literally all I’m going to say if you say you love me but you can’t risk getting caught.”

    “Y/N …”

    You sighed, dropping his hands and wrapping your arms around his torso instead. “Come on, love. Just this one night. I promise you won’t regret it tomorrow.”

    Draco thought about it for a few more seconds, in the same time enjoying your embrace. Finally, with a grit of his teeth, he slowly nodded which brought a big smile to your face.

    “Yes!” you kissed his cheek. “Now, come on, before someone else catches on. We’ve been on that spot for ages …”

    And as you drag him along, he couldn’t help but think that you were really his perfect match. You balanced him out, let him do something that was completely out of his comfort zone. He didn’t actually want to admit it to others but he was also starting to change his views and perspective in certain topics because of you. You kept him sane and for that, he didn’t know how to be thankful enough.

anonymous asked:

Alot of your statements about Jumins behavior are really victim blame-y. Can you do one thing for me? Try and keep an open mind. Go back and read your statements about Jumin, but imagine you were talking to someone about their abusive boyfriend. Realize how you would sound in that situation. Now you might realize why people who are triggered by Jumin react with hostility towards your arguments. It is clear you will never be able to see what Jumin does as abuse, but think about how people feel.

Okay, I’m done with this shit. 

I have been in an abusive relationship last year myself. Absolutely no physical abuse but very emotionally draining. So I very well know how that shit “works”. I’ve not felt like my ex has done anything wrong me and I kept feeling like everything they’ve done to me, was stuff I deserved. 

You gotta have to understand that not everything that is wrong makes someone an abuser. 

Now, I’ve even looked up for “general signs of emotional abuse” to compare that to Jumin’s Route, just for you. 

  1. Humiliating or Embarrassing
    - Does not apply at all.
  2. Constant put-downs
    - Does not apply either. 
  3. Hypercriticism
    - Does not apply.
  4. Refusing to communicate
    - Nope. 
  5. Ignoring or excluding you
    - Absolutely not. 
  6. Extramarital affairs
    - Nope.
  7. Provocative behavior with opposite sex
    - No. 
  8. Use of sarcasm and unpleasant tone of voice
    - To other RFA members? Yes. To MC? No. 
  9. Unreasonable jealousy
    - In fact, Jumin did get slightly jealous over some late evening chat with Zen, but he didn’t go over the top at all. He said he finds it unpleasant once and that’s it. No more mention of it. 
  10. Extreme moodiness
    - Yes, once. He immediately apologised, realised he is wrong and it did not happen again. Something that may occur during a totally normal quarrel as well.
  11. Mean jokes or constantly making fun of you
    - Absolutely not. 
  12. Saying “I love you but…”
    - No. 
  13. Saying things like “If you don’t _____, I will_____”
    - No.
  14. Domination and control
    - Now we’re getting to a critical point. Dominant, as I said, yes, he’s definitely dominant. Controlling? Yes, given the god damn circumstances of his route. 
    Your close friend has been in a dangerous situation / has been threatened and it’s pretty clear that given threat is still around. Will you not be concerned about your friend’s well being? 
    MC has been tricked to go to that apartment by an unknown hacker, that much should be clear to pretty much everything and the RFA is getting suspicious E-Mails from someone who could very well be said suspicious hacker. Will you not be worried and try your best to keep your friend from danger? Really? 
  15. Withdrawal of affection
    - At not even a single point. 
  16. Guilt trips
    - No. 
  17. Making everything your fault
    - No. 
  18. Isolating you from friends and family
    - No. 
  19. Using money to control
    - While he very well could, he doesn’t. He does get MC new clothes, which is something she needs. He doesn’t get her something super duper special to keep her around. 
  20. Constant calling or texting when you are not with him/her
    - Well that’s what the game is about, so I suppose we should scratch that anyways. 
  21. Threatening to commit suicide if you leave
    - No. 

Now do you see something? The view points that would apply are based on the general surrounding situation of everyone. Those are special circumstances.  

Psychological abuse occurs when a person in the relationship tries to control information available to another person with intent to manipulate that person’s sense of reality or their view of what is acceptable and not acceptable.

He doesn’t do that either. Not once does he try to keep important information away from you. 

A more sophisticated form of psychological abuse is often referred to as “gaslighting.” This happens when false information is presented with the intent of making victims doubt their own memory, perception, and sanity.

This somehow does not apply either? Does Jumin at any point give you wrong information to convince you to stay? No he does not. 

Examples may range simply from the abuser denying that previous abusive incidents ever occurred to staging bizarre events with the intention of confusing the victim.

He does not deny that he has overstepped, he apologises and sees his mistakes. He does not make up bizzare events with intentions to confuse the player. He’s bringing up valid and realistic points. 

As I said before, I do not ask you to like him or have him your favourite Character / have his route your favourite route. 
If you don’t like that he’s rather dominant when it comes to his decisions that’s fine with me. But don’t make up a scenario of abuse and manipulation that has never happened just because there’s apparently the movement of exaggerating everything anyone does nowadays. 

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A Case of Amortentia - Drarry

I got this idea from a prompt/headcanon but i can’t remember what it exactly was but yeah, this happened. I’m actually really happy with the result.

“Why the hell does it reek of Potter’s cologne in here, it smells awful.” Draco Malfoy complained loudly as he entered Potions late.

Both Slytherins and Gryffindors fell completely silent, and for some reason his godfather, Professor Snape, looked vaguely embarrassed. Draco raised his eyebrows and looked around the room. His gaze landed on the Golden Trio. Granger looked as though her eyes could pop out of their sockets any moment, the Weasel looked slightly green and Potter looked completely dumbfounded.

“What?” Draco asked with a challenging tone, not understanding why everyone was looking at him as if he’d spontaneously grown another head. Surely he wasn’t the only one smelling that stench of cinnamon with a hint of caramel, and okay, so what if Potter’s cologne actually smelled good? It’s not like he’d admit that out loud.

Then, Draco turned to look at his friends. Pansy looked utterly horrified, Greg and Vince looked mildly surprised and Blaise, the git, looked smug.

“Draco, so nice of you to finally join us.” Snape said. It sounded very much forced, even more so than usual, although Draco doubted anyone had picked up on that. “Miss Granger, would you care to enlighten Mr Malfoy as to what exactly we are brewing today?”

Granger looked downright shocked when Snape willingly called on her. She cleared her throat and straightened herself out before answering. “We’re brewing Amortentia, Professor. The most powerful love potion known to man.”

Draco felt what little colour his face had drain away as his heart dropped. No.

“And what can you tell us about the scent of it?” Draco spotted a wicked glint in Snape’s black eyes. “Mr. Potter? Surely you’d remember, as I told you five minutes ago.”

Potter’s face slowly turned red. “It uh- it reminds a person of the things or people they find most attractive, even when they don’t realize that’s what … or, who … they’re attracted to.”

“Correct.” Snape said, and after a moment of hesitation he reluctantly added, “Five points to Gryffindor.”

Both the houses started murmuring in disbelief, and even Draco himself had trouble believing that Snape just gave the Gryffindor House points. This had to be the first time it happened in … well, ever.

“Wait, does this mean Malfoy’s in love with Harry?” Seamus Finnigan asked rather obnoxiously. Draco felt heat crawling up his neck. He quickly narrowed his eyes at the Irish boy in an attempt to shut him up and drive the idea out of his mind. But things like that never really worked on him.

“Malfoy’s gay!” Dean Thomas exclaimed, a slight gleam of joy in his eyes. “Shay, we’re not the only ones.”

The last thing Draco needed right now was a pair of obnoxious Gryffindorks welcoming him into some sort of gay club, so he did the most reasonable thing he could think of in that moment.

He turned and ran.


Draco Malfoy was alone, sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, viciously glaring at the view of the lake. He felt awfully embarrassed about the Potions fiasco, and really wished he’d kept his mouth shut. What’d compelled him to say those words walking into a Potions classroom late, for Merlin’s sake. It was Potions; the smell had obviously come from what they were brewing, and not from Potter. He silently cursed himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should’ve known.

Draco had the urge to slap himself. He’d completely ruined his image. People would never take him serious again. The rumour he was attracted to blokes, more specifically, Potter, had probably already spread itself through the school, if not further. Yes, his father would definitely hear about this, but not in the way Draco used to flaunt it around in his previous years. Lucius would be livid. His only heir, in love with The Boy Who Lived.

Draco laughed in spite of himself. Once again, Potter had managed to mess with his life, and this time it wasn’t even actually his fault. He could already see the Daily Prophet headlines: ‘Malfoy Heir smells The Chosen One in Amortentia’. Well, it wasn’t a lie, but he’d rather it be something personal instead of a publicly known fact. And he wasn’t exactly what you’d call 'on good terms’ with Potter, so now his already low chances were about as low as they could possibly get. Wonderful.

“Everyone’s fine with it, you know.” A voice, Potter’s voice, suddenly rang out from behind him. Draco jumped. He’d been too caught up in his own misery to notice anyone sneaking in. Or notice that the sun had begun to set, for that matter. Merlin knows how long Potter had been standing there. And why the bloody hell wasn’t he yelling at him? Surely Potter would at least be uncomfortable with the idea he had his rival of 5 years lusting after him. Apparently not, seeing as he, not so graciously, went to sit next to Draco. They both looked at the lake for a while, completely silent, before Potter added to his previous statement, “Although I imagined a declaration of love from you would be slightly more classy.”

Draco’s head snapped to the side to look at Potter, who hadn’t moved his eyes from the view. Was he hearing this correctly? He had to make sure. “Potter, did you just say you imagined me declaring my love to you?”

Draco swore he saw Potter blush when the Gryffindor looked down at his lap, smiling slightly. Then he looked back to the lake. “You know what I smelled in the Amortentia?”

Draco’s mouth went dry. This would be the moment when Potter tells him he doesn’t feel the same and that he should bugger off, he was sure.

“Treacle tart, a broomstick handle … and you.” Potter turned his face to look at him with those last words. Draco froze out of shock, his mind already trying to find ways to wrap itself around as to what exactly just happened and why. There’s no way Potter actually meant that. He was messing with his head; it was the only logical explanation.

“Potter, I know you hate me but believe it or not, I have feelings, and it’s pretty sodding low of you to play with them like that.” Draco spat venomously, immediately becoming defensive. Potter liking him back sounded too good to be true, and in Draco’s experience, when that was the case, it often was.

Potter looked at him confused, even slightly hurt. “I’m not- What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I know what you’re up to. It’s probably Weasel’s idea of a joke. Wouldn’t surprise me with those twingers for brothers. In fact, I - mmphh.” Draco was cut off mid-rant by a hand gently turning his head to the right and a set of lips being pressed to his own. Draco’s eyes flew wide open, only to confirm that it was indeed Potter who was kissing him. And then Potter started moving his lips and Draco was gone.

The amount of emotion put into that one kiss was overwhelming, and there was really no way Potter was this good of an actor. Draco finally closed his eyes as well and kissed back. His heart was racing, and his mind couldn’t completely keep up.

“I …” Draco started when they finally broke their kiss, but Potter - no, Harry, actually - was already speaking.

“Draco, I’m not joking. I promise.” The look in Harry’s eyes was sincere, and it left Draco speechless.

“You … I- You’re- You’re not …” Draco struggled to get out, his mind still working to catch up with him.

Harry softly laughed. “Glad you realized that.”

This had to be a dream. Why? Because not only had Harry kissed him, he’d declared his love right back. And good things like that just didn’t happen to Draco in real life. Then again, it had felt real. There was only one way to find out.

Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s robes and pulled him in for another kiss. This one, unlike the first, was heated and frantic. Oh yeah, definitely real.

Suddenly, Harry’s hands were pushing him down as the Gryffindor crawled on top of him. Draco’s back hit the floor slightly harder than was comfortable, but honestly, Draco didn’t care. Not when he had Harry Potter nipping at his bottom lip in the hope he got the hint to open his mouth for a snog. Draco, of course, denied Harry this pleasure. As a result, Harry moved on to the pale skin of Draco’s neck.

Draco was rather inexperienced when it came to things like this, he had to admit. Kissing? Sure, he’d been kissed by both girls and boys. But only ever on the mouth and never anywhere else. Neck was new territory to him, and he honest to Merlin did not expect the extreme sensitivity of the skin there.

Draco’s mouth fell open as Harry slightly sucked a bit of skin between his teeth. He unintentionally made a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat. Why on Earth was he only finding out about this now?

Harry moved onto a patch of skin near his collarbone, revealing a blotchy, red mark, and did the same thing as before. Draco’s fingers tangled themselves in the unruly mess that was Harry’s hair.

“Harry.” He whispered desperately, causing the Gryffindor to look up, a devious grin on his face. “Harry, kiss me, please.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Harry swiftly reconnected their lips, and this time Draco did part his lips for a snog. In fact, he was the one to initiate it. Harry was, very obviously, pleasantly surprised.

“Hey Draco?” Harry asked breathlessly when he finally pulled away.

“Yeah?” Draco’s heart was racing. Part of his mind was still convinced that, any minute now, he would wake up in his bed and discover this all had been a dream. Oh, how unbelievably furious he’d be if that was the case. However, most of his mind told him that this was, in fact, real.

“We should head down to dinner.” Harry suggested.

Draco frowned. “Do we really have to?”

“Yes, I’m hungry. Now get up.” Harry stood up and then helped him to his feet as well. Draco straightened out his robes, before doing the same for Harry. He softly pressed his lips to Harry’s once more before taking his hand and walking downstairs to the Great Hall. Draco pulled Harry back before he could open the doors separating them from the rest of the students.

“Harry, wait.” Harry turned to look at Draco, slightly concerned.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Draco gave him an insecure look. “What if people make fun of us?”

Harry sighed and looked Draco in the eyes. “They won’t. They accepted Dean and Seamus, remember? Why would they treat us any different?”

“Well, for one, I’ve insulted you and your friends more times than you and I can respectively count. Two, you in return have also explicitly expressed your hatred towards me more than just a few times. Three, the Weasel and Granger. No doubt they’d despise the idea of you hanging around me at all.” He ranted, but Harry only grinned.

“Draco, it was actually Ron who convinced me to, and I quote, 'go get the little Snake that you’ve been obsessing over since First Year, because I’m sick and tired of you looking like a lovesick puppy.’ Hermione, apparently, agreed.” Harry explained. Draco’s mouth fell open.

“Seriously?” - Harry nodded - “Granger and Weasel convinced you?” Draco couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Harry’s friends were fine with him dating the son of a Death Eater?

“Otherwise I’d be stuck with feelings I’d be too chicken to act upon. And Ron especially was getting sick of me sulking because you just wouldn’t notice me, or so I thought.”

“I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be stupidly brave?”

“I also have a sense of self-preservation, Draco.” Harry told him. “The Sorting Hat even wanted to put me in Slytherin first.”

Draco gave Harry an incredulous look and playfully pushed him. “Okay, now you’re messing with me, Potter.”

“I’m not, honest!” Harry laughed. Then he held out his hand for Draco to take again. “Shall we go?”

Draco took a deep breath and then laced his fingers through Harry’s. “We shall.”

With that, Harry pushed open the door of the Great Hall. The second they walked in, the entire school fell silent. Draco froze up, fearing the worst. No doubt people would hate him for taking their Golden Boy away from them. Harry noticed and gave Draco’s hand a reassuring squeeze. That simple action caused Draco to relax immediately.

Suddenly a voice Draco recognized as Blaise’s sounded through the completely silent room, “Took you long enough …”

And with that the silence transformed into a deafening roar of cheering, clapping and whistling. Draco felt a smile creep onto his face, and his cheeks were probably very red. He glanced at Harry, who was openly grinning. Draco felt genuinely happy in that moment.

He looked over at the staff table, and to his greatest shock, Snape had a small, proud smile on his face and McGonagall had a similar expression. He even spotted a few professors slipping each other a few Galleons. Draco laughed slightly at that. His own professors had seen this coming way before he himself did. Wow. Talk about being oblivious.

“Draco?” Harry asked him with a sly smirk. “Tonight, Astronomy Tower at 2?”

Draco smiled at him, slowly feeling himself fall more and more in love with Harry Potter every second spent with the Golden Boy. His Golden Boy. “Definitely.”

Jealous Bidders

a/n: Man, I’m really sorry that I haven’t updated in months. I’ve been in a slump, and with college around the corner, things have been super hectic  (◕︵◕) 

But anyway, I do hope you guys like this piece! Since I haven’t written in a while, I might be rusty, but thanks for sticking with me this long  (●´ω`●) ! You guys are great :D

Soryu’s headcanon was inspired by this piece by @otomeden. Please check out her stuff. They’re great!  ♥‿♥


          Eisuke was not amused.

          What started out as a simple outing to his private beach became a full-blown volleyball game, courtesy of Baba. His childish competitive streak got himself dragged into Baba’s stupid idea of a 3-on-3 match. The worst part about all this was that his team was losing, and Eisuke Ichinomiya never loses. He, Baba, and Ota have already lost two consecutive rounds.

          Still, what really got on Eisuke’s nerves was the fact that she and Soryu were an abnormally great team—no, scratch that—they were a deadly duo hell-bent on victory.

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Trying not to love you - Part II


Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Thorin x reader
Sequel: Savin’ me
Based on: Imagine finding out that the person you have feelings for has been smitten with you since the start [imaginexhobbit]
Notes: fluff
Words: 1.849
Part 1: [x]

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"Happy People" by Peace - Album Review

Part 1 of 2. Part 2 coming soon.

Written by Alex

7 February 2015

I fell in love in the autumn of 2014 while reading a music magazine. Within the words were the story of a boy who lost his voice and dangerously melted cough drops into his tea for a risky quick fix, health be dammed. When showtime arrived he put on a heavy fur coat despite the sweltering temperature (“I never take off the coat, ever, no matter what,” he said) for style and amazed his hometown with the best concert that Birmingham had seen in ages. My heart was won over by the end as the story concluded with this boy scampering around with a bottle of alcohol backstage celebrating, offering to toss down the glass from his spot on the balcony before laughing it off to himself as a bad idea.

His name was Harry Koisser.

Like a romantic comedy, I kept this boy in my mind for the next few months as my life progressed until an opportunity arose. English band Peace were set to release their sophomore album “Happy People” on the 9th of February 2015-

-their PR team sent me the record days ahead to write this review.

1. O You

The anticipation to hear a band’s first notes of an album is like holding your breath before diving into a pool. You expect something ice cold that’s going to make your teeth chatter and your lips turn purple. Likewise we want the album to wow us; these are first impressions. Instead of bombastic or alluring, the guitar teased with fragmented notes was suddenly joined by another, effects ridden with what could be mistaken for a steel drum.

A flurry of eighth note triplets bring an element of long gone decades, appropriately too. Whispers of the 60s’ experimentation, the 70s’ ardour, the 80s’ optimism, and the 90s’ swagger decorate this track. Anyone who knows pop music will say O You reminds them of another older song. Personally I heard Oasis not-so-well hidden with the orchestra and the bouncy guitar chords screaming ‘Gallagher brothers!’ Perhaps this is because Peace is also made up of two brothers, Harry (vocals) and Sam (bass).

“I love that pop culture started as 'we’ve been through a really shit time so let’s just party.’ Now it does feel a little bit like the party’s got to stop. It’s Monday morning, the sun’s up and there’s beer cans everywhere and people having shit conversations on your bed. The bathroom’s disgusting and someone’s been sick in the bin. I think that’s where we are as a race now. It’s all fucked.” - Harry Koisser.

Is it fair that the children born in the 90s and beyond are now going to clean up the messes of their parents and their parents’ parents? It’s sad. Harry’s sad too, but he burns those emotions into determination. He’s wearily optimistic. When he sings “Oh, you..” it sounds like a drawn out sigh.

2. Gen Strange

The battle for the future continues.

This album is like a book. It’s like a movie.

Our protagonist Harry wouldn’t be so compelling if he had it easy. How does one boy deem himself the token “Chosen One” and change the entire earth? The orchestral follows the band into this song but more subtly this time, the string being plucked gently in what’s called pizzicato. The chorus repeats the line “How do you do it? / How do you do it so good?” emphasizing modernity in classic Peace-style. People didn’t talk this way a long time ago! This is a rock band. This is a guitar band. We’re hearing them use guitars to sound like synths and what does that say about their ages? Want to write a song like this band? Complex verses, repetitious and simple choruses. Gen Strange is textbook of this.

In an interview with Leeds Festival, Harry once stated that he would like his next album to focus more on production like fellow Birmingham band Swim Deep. Thus, producer Jim Abbiss (Arctic Monkeys, Kasabian, The Kooks) was recruited once more to reach this goal on Happy People. The vocals fluctuate in volume to match the lyrics (“The man on the moon looked down” - on the word down it suddenly fades out), reverb dominates the bridge, and Sam’s bass is fuzz effects all the way. Even the boys’ natural Brummie accents are highlighted.

3. Lost On Me

Amongst the top 5 of my favourites on this album. It’s supposed to sound as if “you dropped a lollipop on the ground,” according to Mr. Songwriter. It’s disco, it’s snappy, it’s dancey, and a little bit 1950s with the heavy background vocals there for a “call and respond” format and falsetto. Picture four lads in matching suits doing a cheesy dance all at the same time in front of retro microphones and there you go. Even more corny is the bass that isn’t quite walking but still makes the song addictive and infectious. A tad of sex appeal is thrown into the mix: the words in the verses are sharp and almost cut off at times. Think Michael Jackson intonation.

The vocals are spot on and the reason why is science. Back in middle school I had two mates who did everything together, both of them wanting to be in the theatre industry as performers. They sang all day, every day, until their voices started to blend to fit each other. I learned that the longer you sing with another, the more you two will harmonise naturally.

Two members of Peace met back in 1991 when Harry was born and Sam was 2 years of age. You do the math.

4. Perfect Skin

The current favourite.

Imagine you have a Saturday free and you make plans with a friend to go out. A while later she texts to ask if it’s alright if one of her own friends can tag along too. Sure, you say. The more the merrier.

“This is Harry,” your friend says when you meet.

You shake his hand and crack a joke as an icebreaker. He says,

“You’re so clever! I’m so dumb.” It would throw anyone off. But those are the first lines of the song.

A shocking song about negative body image and implied illnesses, younger listeners may think of progressive artists like Marina and the Diamonds and older listeners may wonder why a male singer is using the word “gorgeous” over and over. It’s a poppy tune, upbeat and in the major key, almost cheery, but the blatantly disturbed lyrics shatter the mood. Many will find it utterly relatable. 77% of women consider themselves ugly but 80.7% of men have body anxieties too.

“I need less of me in me and more of you in me.”

What we see here is a chiasmus, or a statement where two clauses can be reversed to produce an artistic effect. The lyrics may seem shallow on the surface, but to be able to use advanced poetic devices there’s got to be intelligence there. So what does happen to this insecure yet thoughtful narrator? The ending is ambiguous…

5. Happy People

A two-parter, the continuation of Perfect Skin! If you didn’t believe me when I said that this was a young band (the guitar between the verses sounds like a lost satellite searching for signals), wait until you hear the lyrics:

“I’m a bad computer, slow to load. I disconnected from you when I learned to love.”

Modern pains are always underrated because we can’t know what’s in store, we can only predict. We’re afraid of the unknown and so we’re afraid for the newest generations, always. Sitting around and twiddling our thumbs for results makes one feel so helpless that how could anybody be happy living like this? But we’ve always thought the next wave of children to be doomed- humanity goes on.

So we can’t rely on predictions and we can’t rely on others, Harry insists, but we can rely on ourselves. Put your fate in your own hands and maybe you could mold it into something good. Maybe you aren’t a part of the Happy People because by yourself, you’re sad. But think about this: other individuals will lump you in with what they see to be Happy People. We’re all alone in this together.

6. Someday

Our boy Harry fought tooth and nail to get this track onto the final cut of this album. Written raw after a breakup with his fiancée of nearly two years, he consoles himself with this ballad. But instead of the begging you would expect from a hopeless romantic such as him, he’s letting her go with only one hope- that she’ll find someone to love. Selfless, resigned, and simple, everything that isn’t lead vocals and acoustic guitar are an accessory to this song.

On first listen, I couldn’t help but notice a whiff of familiar notes. A few melodies from O You were redone here as if reminding the protagonist to never lose sight of why he started this road to changing the world. Perfect Skin is thrown out there lyrically, defining the lost lover as ideal, almost too much for the bubble he saw her from. A third reference could arguably be here as well with “Heaven wouldn’t let you in” (Someday) compared to “You’re chemically so heavenly” (Lost On Me) to show that perhaps this lover wasn’t as ideal as Harry viewed her to be.

The song is filled with space and galactic imagery, and so is the album. If O You was the foreshadowing on the broadness of the earth, then Someday is looking up at the stars feeling smaller than small.

7. Money

If there’s a chronological track listing for Happy People then this song is the bad habit picked up by the main character to get over the sorrows of the previous song. Brainily inspired by American play Death of a Salesman, the bulk of the tune was written in Australia and the States with the gluttonous habits all around the band as they toured. Armed with only a MacBook laptop and the recording software LogicPro, Harry punched the famous guitar riff into his built-in keyboard when he had a bout of depression.

Sam Koisser’s bass is the most daunting part of the song, conjuring imagery of intimidating skyscrapers and men in three piece suits. Drummer Dom Boyce’s flourishes are unexpected and inconsistent to signify the unpredictability of the monetary world. It’s meant to be easy and uncomfortable because easy come, easy go. With the exception of the most famous intro, guitarist Doug Castle takes a backseat in his contribution. If you’re a concert goer, you know this is a song to scream at the top of your lungs.

The bridge is the quirk. In the left ear, you’ll hear a falsetto whispering to you like they’re planting an idea for later manipulation. Your left is more receptive to suggestion, look it up! Next there’s shouting in the right ear. An angel and a devil tugging at you from either side. The devil’s louder, of course. He always is in the corporate world. Listen to the song grow more and more chaotic, but you won’t notice until it’s too late.

8. I’m A Girl

The late 2010s have given rise to a feminist movement. Scared? Stop reading and get out.

Idiosyncratic I’m A Girl is the most rough and tumble song with all of the instruments pushing the decibel limits. I couldn’t even listen to this tune at full volume and had to turn it down three levels. It’s got the most profanity too, not unnecessarily. There’s shouting, possibly kicking, and screaming as hits are thrown around. The dissonance hurts the ears at times- it’s painful as all f***! The further we venture into the album, the darker it’s getting. What’s happening to the characters?

In the most recent issue of NME Magazine (February 2015), Harry told the interviewers that once he was waiting for a ride on Digbeth High Street in Birmingham when two men harassed him for wearing a fur coat, essentially labeling him as queer and 'asking for it.’ What decade are we living in again?

9. Under The Moon

Triplets again, 6/8 time possibly. Dom plays a drum part that could have come from sixty years back. Self loathing and self pity colours this song, reminding us of Someday and Perfect Skin. The insults and insecurities are getting to him, and what doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger. Sometimes it makes you want to lay down and die. We like to make a jab at others because it’s easy, but what’s not easy is to turn that finger around and point it at yourself. Me, I did it, it was my fault. Is it admirable or is it making oneself a martyr for sympathy and attention?

“What can I do to make you feel?”

Even now, he’s still got this grain of hope that perhaps the love that existed will return. It’s as raw as Someday. Some of the tracks sound as if they’ve been flown in directly from LogicPro in original demo format. There’s a mistake in the guitar solo, and I find myself wondering if it was intention to convey emotion or if it was intentional for artistic purposes. This song most likely won’t be the favourite to a fan, but it’ll grow on him or her.

10. World Pleasure

The biggest and most ambitious song of the entire album! Peace nearly blew their entire budget to create this song, massive orchestra and all. Is this a rock song? The verses are delivered in a manner that’s borderline rap. You heard me. Rap.

For the non deluxe version, this is the end of the Happy People album. I like to think of it as the finale to Act 1, cue the intermission, sit there in awe as the curtains close. It summarises everything that’s happened so far. Instead of hating himself, Harry takes the microphone with a renewed self belief. It’s a sharp contrast to Perfect Skin!

“Please don’t send me off to war, that’s not what my body’s for. Maybe I was not born brave.
Maybe I was born GOOD LOOKING!”

It’s possible that the bad habits from Money are kicked aside too with the rejection of New York City and material objects. Think about the title of this track.

From a critic’s lens, we see some massively advanced musicianship here with airy, out of this world drumming from Dom, the ornamental guitar swirling in the rafters from Doug, the gargantuan bass solo from Sam, and the coy word play from Harry. It wouldn’t be a very good story of the heroes were born ready. It’s always more hope to us, the listeners, when we can let out that last hurrah as they finally succeed.

Peace are:

Harry Koisser - vocals, guitar, songwriting

Sam Koisser - vocals, bass

Doug Castle - guitar

Dom Boyce - vocals, drums


I heard this adorable little experience about what they had done to meet the love of their life. Naturally I needed to turn it into a Crisscolfer ficlet. Hope you like it :) ~1,715 words. 

“So are you going to the cast party tonight?” Darren asked, laying down on the couch, flipping through channels on Chris’ television set.

For someone who he’d only been dating for a few weeks, Chris loved how at ease Darren was in his house. He made it a home. He wouldn’t distance himself, especially when Chris wanted him nearby, and he loved that about the man currently lounging on his sofa.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so this will be a bit long, I'm not sure how many parts it will be. I sent you an anon a few days ago which you answered so first off Thank You. Since others were sharing there stories I thought I'd share mine about how antis influenced my becoming a 1D fan. I was not aware of 1D until 2012 at least not consciously. Then they performed at the Olympics and I was like oh so those are the kids that sing that song I have a love/ hate relationship with, WMYB. I didn't think much of them beyond

2) not sure where the cut was sorry if I repeat - i didn’t think much of them again until Haylor, I didn’t know anything about Larry then and I still knew it was a fake a** relationship for publicity, I felt sorry for Harry and what ever songs she would attribute to him. I was actually following another PR generated ship at that time and could see some parallels. So here’s me continuing to mind my own business in blissful ignorance and then SOML was released, i loved it but had no idea it was 1

3) So I find out that SOML is 1D and I’m a little taken aback, i thought my boyband days were behind me (ha what a cruel joke) and here is where i begin to fall down the rabbit hole known as the 1D fandom, I’m reading some random article about fandoms and social media and they mention tin hatters and Larry and I’m like huh…? So of course I go looking and I’m reading all these posts about coincidences and “bromances” and I’m like wow these Larries are out there but then one made the mistake of

4) providing a link to a Larrie tumblr. I looked at the gifs, then tracked down the videos I watched it all. I also paid close attention to the other 3 and how they responded, that often revealed even more than Louis or Harry. There was just too much, sometimes they’d try and be subtle and sadly they just drew more attention in their efforts, other times it seemed they didn’t give af. I also noticed what wasn’t said, how things were worded and all the times they looked off camera or nervous

5-I think) I could see the shift in all of the boys, how much more guarded they became as time went on- antis will say it’s all the Larries fault and yet none of the other ships seem to have caused any rifts, something to think about. Whether you believe in Larry or not you can’t tell me that L&H are not friends, the MITAM promo should put that to rest, which begs the question, why the narrative that they went from bffs to loathing? Hmm? Everything is so extra and in your face with these two, wh

6) Everything is so extra and in your face with these two, why? In the matter of “babygate” why was it announced so early in the pregnancy? Most people don’t tell their family that early let alone the public. She is NOBODY, no one knew who she was or would even care if she was pregnant so it’s not like it would have gotten out. No official statement. Simon confirms, just shadyness all around. The most telling thing for me was the other boys silence. I mean those 3 were awkward AF. More than GMA

7) was that interview with Louis & Niall (he’s wearing a hat) N looked so uncomfortable, like he wanted the couch to swallow him up and L looked pi**ed after that I don’t think any interviews addressed it again. Hmm? Thats just some of the things that have pulled me into the 1D & Larrie fandoms. All because some journalist called you ladies and gentlemen crazy and antis linked me to you ☺ Contrary to the anti belief, I have not drunk the kool aid unwittingly, I am capable of forming an opinion

8) it’s just not the one they wanted me to. I’ve looked at both sides and continue to do so. Don’t think recent information and circumstances haven’t given me pause but for me most days I still am all in. I’m certain they were together and am like 90-95% sure they still are Like I said in a previous anon I leave room for doubt but the antis have yet to deliver a compelling counter argument. They are childish and vindictive even if I changed my mind tomorrow I’d stick with the Larries.

last finally) This side of the fandom seems much more welcoming to opposing views (as long as you are respectful) and more supportive of ALL four members of 1D which is ultimately why I’m here. To end I’d tell antis that I’m an old enough fan to remember when the late George Michael, Jonathan Knight, Lance Bass and Ricky Martin were “straight” maybe they should do some research and not believe everything they’re told.


anon i think i fell in love with you somewhere between this sentence:

“Contrary to the anti belief, I have not drunk the kool aid unwittingly, I am capable of forming an opinion. It’s just not the one they wanted me to”

and this one:

“To end I’d tell antis that I’m an old enough fan to remember when the late George Michael, Jonathan Knight, Lance Bass and Ricky Martin were “straight” maybe they should do some research and not believe everything they’re told.”

thank you for taking the time to send this. i’m always fascinated by how other people ended up in this fandom particularly when, like me, you experienced the het/neutral side of things first before going … wait a minute there’s something shady here (also i had the same experience with haylor that you did - knowing it was fake despite not being a larrie at the time [while also following another pr relationship *cough robsten cough*]).

Why you might not need Kylo Ren’s redemption, but I do.

Things have been a little crazy lately. Bloodlines, Agegate, pictures of cute animals in Pablo’s tweets, let’s just throw the kitchen sink in there to be safe. I feel like through everything though, redemption is always just kinda simmering on the back burner. A while back, I asked if there had been meta written about why Kylo should NOT be given a redemption arc, and the conversation it spurred was fantastic. I absolutely LOVED reading the opinions by those who are Pro-DarkSide!Kylo. Please understand that this is not written in opposition to those statements, but rather more perpendicularly. Even though I think the ideas are fascinating and something I really like to think about, my own personal brain cannot let go of the want for a redemption arc.

Now, this is going to be a little more bold than some of my previous meta, so if you are not comfortable with topics like religion and stuff, you may want to skip this one. Please don’t come at me about religious beliefs or opinions or any of that, because this is about what’s going on in my head, I’m not trying to put words in your mouth. Ok cool.

So, it’s important to note right off the bat that I am quite a religious person, and have been for my entire life. I also adhere to a religion that many people think is pretty radical, or as some like to put it, stupidly insane. That’s cool. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions. Because of my religious beliefs, I have endured a lot of hate, and rude remarks, and just plain meanness from people I don’t even know. My religion is often the butt of many jokes (some which I’m perfectly willing to admit are funny, but most are just hurtful) and after hearing those same things year after year, it wears you down a bit. I have learned that I am often much better off if I keep my religion unknown to people until we’ve become well acquainted, because once they do find out, the response is usually something like, “Really!?! But you’re so NORMAL…” So yes, long story not very short, I get a lot of negative pressure about my religion from outside sources. (P.S. This is why, while the Reylo hate hurts a ton, it’s not too far out of my normal league. I can handle people rudely tossing things in my direction, that’s par for the course in my life. It’s when people put words into my mouth and then blame me for them that I feel most hurt.)

Now, I really do love my religion. I have stuck with it for 25 years, even after leaving home, when I could have easily stepped away (as others in my family have done) but it was important to who I was, so I kept with it. However, as much as I love it, it’s tough. Like, really REALLY tough. So we’ve already talked about the outside pressure, but the internal pressure is also pretty extreme. There are certainly aspects about the social side of my religion that I don’t adore, but the fundamental doctrine part of it has never felt false to me.

The trouble comes when, shockingly as humans, we make mistakes. The idea of religion is great when things are going well in life. It’s all sunshine and rainbows and you’re happy to thank a higher deity when you’re not digging through your wallet for another 2 pennies to pay for groceries, or frantically finding a new place to live when your landlord kicks you out. It’s hard to stay positive when your life is in shambles. Of course it’s not stated anywhere that poverty makes you less of a religious member than someone else, but often in life, mistakes don’t come along by themselves, they often have company.

Since I left college and started in the workforce, and have since returned to graduate school, my life has pretty much turned to crap. Financially, things are a mess. My depression is so overwhelming I literally haven’t “felt” much of anything for over a year now as I try to cope without medicine. And then on top of that, I’m definitely NOT in a state where I feel like I’m living up to the potential I should be religiously. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, and sometimes get the feeling I don’t belong at church anymore. To be honest, though I still consider myself to be religious, I only attend services maybe 25% as often as I used to, simply because I feel inferior. Of course no one at church is telling me not to come, but the darkness inside, religious or not, clouds my judgement.

Of course, from the outside, the solution seems so simple. “Get your financial life together, stop making the same mistakes over and over, realize you still have the potential to be good, and live up to it.” Easy as pie, right? To an outsider, sure? To someone not suffering from mental illness, perhaps it really would be that simple. But this has been my life for years. Sure, my financial and religious problems have really only cropped up in the last 5-6 years or so, but the mental illness has been there as long as I can remember, tainting every good AND every bad thing I’ve ever experienced.

Do I believe i’m a soul damned to Hell?
No. Not at all.

Do I think it’s not really worth trying anymore because I’m already so screwed up?
Yeah, pretty much.

Do I like where I’m at right now?
Sometimes I’ll try to convince myself that I do, but it rings pretty hollow.

Is that enough to persuade me to change alone?
No. The mental illness gets too much in the way for that.

So you’re probably like, this is all so ranty and has nothing to do with Kylo Ren, what’s wrong with you? Let me try to pull it back to my need for a redemption arc.

Ok, so Redemption, which I’m sure you’ve already seen defined enough times, but here it is again for your viewing pleasure:

1. the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.
2. the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt.

So from a religious standpoint, redemption is most similar to the processes of atoning, reaching restitution, and repentance. Atoning is usually when one makes amends to a wrongdoing, restitution requires some kind of repayment, usually in time or as was the case in the past, money, and repentance is the sorrowful remorse of past actions. Not all are exactly the same, but each plays an important role in religious redemption.

Many people (I’m not talking pro-darkside people here) are hesitant to see a redemption arc for Kylo Ren, but perhaps it is because some of them have a fundamental misunderstanding of what redemption actually means. Many contradictory arguments center around the idea of, “He doesn’t deserve to get off the hook for murder”. You’re right. He totally doesn’t. Just like I don’t deserve to just have all my bad credit erased because I WANT it bad enough. Fixing a problem requires work. This is where the restitution part comes in.

Often from a religious standpoint, which I think is most applicable in Kylo Ren’s case considering the massive religious undertone in Star Wars from the idea of the Force, payment is received in personal “suffering”. Often we “pay” for our sins through our atonement. These are the conversations we don’t want to have, and the personal reflections we never want to investigate. This is the stuff that HURTS. The stuff that haunts you in the dark and brings the tears to your eyes. These are the times that actually feel worse than where you started at. This is the work.

What I think is hard for people to accept about redemption is the fact that personal suffering isn’t a payout to those who’ve been previously hurt. Sure, amends can be made, but replacements are hardly available. Forgiveness is so hard on the part of the victim because you have to accept that you’re never getting back what was stolen, but that the other person deserves to have that weight lifted from their shoulders.

So why do I need Kylo Ren’s redemption? Because, as Frodo Baggins once said, “I have to believe he can come back.” Why do I have to believe this? Because I have to believe that I can come back. Sure, you’re probably reading this going “Wow, this girl is really stupid. She can talk so freely and openly about the problem and the obvious solution, and yet she’s still failing at it.” You’re right. 100%. But that’s what happens when your brain revolts against you. Sure, at this moment, I could be prepared to plop myself down on the straight and narrow and never falter, but I guarantee by this time tomorrow, I’ll sabotage myself again because I think I deserve it. To the people who want to see Kylo shamelessly killed by the end of VIII, I’m curious if it’s for a reason other than “He’s done bad things, and deserves to die.”

“And behold, I say unto you, He that is without mistakes, let him be the first to stab Kylo Ren through the chest with a lightsaber.” - Musings 1:1

Kylo Ren is not like any other “villain” we’ve ever seen in Star Wars. If you can honestly say that he was nothing but a cold blooded, heartless, lightsaber-stabbing murderer, then I think we were watching two different movies. There’s an immense power being able to see the actual face of the “villain”. I wonder how different things may have seemed if Darth Vader’s facial expressions were shown more often than just in the moments prior to his death. It’s clear Kylo feels something other than hatred inside him. He feels pain, he feels remorse (though he probably just views it as weakness right now), and he feels anguish. Unfortunately, as has already been explained, none of those things alone are enough to push you to change when your brain is rooting for you to fail. I want him to find that reason. I want to find that reason in my own life. I don’t want someone who is broken but recoverable to be torn down and thrown aside because they’ve messed up in the past.

As an audience member, this is a much harder pill to swallow. It’s so much easier to walk into the movie and point at the screen and say “That’s the good guy, that’s the bad guy. Good always defeats evil. Roll credits.” It’s so much harder to look at the “bad guy” and say, he deserves a chance to pay for what he’s done. Running a lightsaber through someone who’s wronged you would probably feel good, but it’s not our place to deny someone the opportunity to repent for their sins.

What also makes this pill hard to swallow is the notion that granting the “villain” the opportunity for restitution usually means we have to find some value in them. How do we do that? By finding something of ourselves in them.

This is the reason I think many people don’t want to like Kylo Ren, because he is too human. When a “villain” is human, we begin to recognize the darkness in ourselves; to see the same demons we try to hide behind our eyes. People don’t go to the movies to identify with the enemy, for it is in cinema that we can live through the victories of others. But what victory is it when we observe the hero beating the same enemy that lies within us?

So, I’m sorry this is going on so long, but it’s been weighing on me a lot, as I am in serious need of getting my own life in order. I have to find it in myself to believe that none of my past mistakes are so concrete, that I can’t go back. I have to believe that I’m worth saving.

So like I said, you might not need Kylo Ren’s redemption, but I do.

Hope you anons don’t mind being grouped together, since all of your questions are similar.

Rieriebee covered it perfectly here, but here’s my general view of the Gray and Lucy interaction in the last chapter.

As we’ve said before, Mashima is paralleling a lot of older arcs, including Phantom Lord. In Phantom Lord Gray said he doesn’t go easy on anyone who hurts his friends, and he’d rather die than hand Lucy over. Well, in this arc we saw Gray seemingly going back on both of those statement, by allowing Lucy to get hurt, and letting her, Natsu and Happy get captured without doing anything to stop it. He also said some awful things about their friendship.

In my opinion, not only did I like the moment between Gray and Lucy, I thought it was necessary. Mashima had to make things ok, and let us, as readers know that things were ok between them after that previous exchange and events. However, as Rie already pointed out, the situation was indeed completely platonic. 

Gray and Lucy have a cute friendship, but what he feels for Juvia goes way deeper than that at this point (again IMO). And we can see the contrast here. He’s lighthearted, and jokes off what happened with Lucy, followed by a sincere smile between them. But when it comes to Juvia, he has no defense, and there is no smile there. This is bothering him, and I think Mashima is saving his thoughts and feelings when it comes to Juvia for Juvia herself, because it’s a much heavier topic, and the feelings between them are different.

So, no, I don’t consider what happened between Gray and Lucy as “flirting.” I consider it a situation where one friend intentionally said and did some cruel things, and this was the reassurance that everything is ok, and all is forgiven and understood between them. 

As for the maid thing, with the official translation now out, we know it was more about the fact that he didn’t take the slap to heart because he couldn’t take Lucy seriously in her outfit lol. HOWEVER, I do still think Gray likes maids in general because he called Virgo cute when he saw her, and Mashima has on multiple occasions drawn Juvia as a maid. So, Gray liking maids is a head canon that I enjoy, and I’m sticking with it lol. ^^