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Things I'm happy they changed for the Harry Potter movies/added

I always see posts about what we wish was in the movies/they didn’t change, and there are SO MANY THINGS THAT FIT THAT LIST. But honestly the movies did a great job and stayed pretty true to the books. SO, here’s a post to point out the great things the movies did! Please add on and let’s celebrate the movies that brought these amazing books to life!

  • Adding the word Potter to… “Scared Potter?” “You wish.”
  • Showing us what Neville forgot was to wear his robes
  • Bellatrix torturing Hermione by carving the word mudblood into her arm
  • Barty Crouch Jr. licking his lips (good job David)
  • Amos Diggory’s reaction to his son dying
  • “Look at it this way: every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now – students. If they can do it, why not us?” 
  • In the OotP when they’re in the Hog’s Head a goat walks by… Aberforth owns the Hog’s Head/is the barman
  • Slughorn’s story about Lily and the fish
  • Voldemort hugging Draco
  • Showing Lupin and Tonks reaching for each other and just not touching. It killed me, but I loved it.
  • Continually having Seamus blow up things through out the movies
  • “I’ve always wanted to use that spell!”
  • Showing them just being kids and having fun! PoA scene where the boys eat the candy and make the animal noises

Everyone has different personalities hidden inside of them. It’s no secret. We are all formed of smaller galaxies, that we take out and put on as coats whenever we see fit. It’s no shame. I have that. We all do. It’s no strangeness.

I let some people see the summer rain in me, the warm coffee in me, the dusty old books, the smiles that feel like warm sunshine on my face. That’s the galaxy full of bright stars you just want to dive in.

I let other people see the hurricane, the wolf blood, the sharp bites and whiskey smirks. That’s the galaxy not many explore, the side you don’t venture into because you want to.

I perhaps have thousands of little universes like these that I bring out whenever I feel like it. I am not a chameleon, I don’t adapt to what’s asked of me. I just like to think that I’m not simple enough to be defined by one single thing.

But every galaxy has its black holes. The one thing you don’t talk about, the one you keep hidden and pretend it doesn’t exist.

I feel like the person I become when I get close to the black hole isn’t who I am. I see it as another person, completely separated from me. I keep her in a locked room. Or perhaps I don’t keep her, perhaps she has caged herself there, in a prison of her own making.

She is sad. She is a weeping sky. She is angry. She is an unmerciful tsunami. She is mad. And she scares me.

I don’t let her out. In fact, I think I have no control over her whatsoever. She comes out whenever she wants and she does what she wants once she’s out. She cries, she yells, she laughs, she scares. She scratches on the walls of my mind as a warning before she erupts. But she doesn’t stay too long. She never does. Maybe she just gets lonely in there, all by herself, and wants to make sure I haven’t forgotten her.

We all have universes, stars, dangerous planets and black holes. Perhaps I am made of books full of raindrops and hunger and feathers and broken wings sparrows. Made of going but never leaving. Of had enough’s and trying too hard. Of cigarette smoke and poison and storms. Of poetry and spilled ink. Of shy mornings and midnight thunders.

But do I ever think that makes me original or special or different?

Not even for a second.

—  writinghurricanes, shades of blue
Hogwarts School Uniform

The other day I read a series of posts on the Hogwarts uniform and how book!uniform differs from movie!uniform, which is more canonical and whether there’s been/there should be some retconning to unify the books, films and illustrations from different sources. Since wizarding fashion is one of my favourite subjects (particularly since the word “corsets” was mentioned in HBP), I thought I had to write a post about it. So here it goes.

On tradition and unmuggleness

As much as I like the movie uniforms, the way I see it, they’re irreconcilable with those described in the books, which, both because they’re from the book and because that’s how I see them in my head, I consider canonical. Most people point out as proof of this that in a couple of occasions we are told more or less directly that the basic (I’ll talk more about this later) uniform does not bear any house indicator (see the Penelope Clearwater and Crabbe-and-Goyle’d Ron-and-Harry Cases, both in CoS). This is true. However, what I see as a bigger issue is the fact that the movie!uniform is basically a muggle school uniform with robes instead of a blazer, which, considering how often we see wizards struggling with muggle clothing, doesn’t really add up. And given that school uniforms tend to be on the conservative side of fashion, it would make much more sense to have the Hogwarts uniform resemble traditional wizarding attire.

On openings and trouserslessness

The movie robes are completely open at the front save for one (PoA-onwards) or two (PS-CoS) little clasps, which would take next to no time to do up and undo, so the movie robes would be put on and off like a bathrobe or a coat. However, most (if not all) of the times we see Harry changing into his school robes he’s described as pulling them over his head. To me that implies that the front is not open all the way down, that maybe there’s just a small opening with a few buttons, like a polo shirt. Either that or the robes are open all the way down but fastening and unfastening them is so tedious that students simply never do them up or undo them all the way. In a pre-zipper world, a front opening like that would most probably mean a metric tonne of little buttons, at least (look up some old-timey portraits, particularly of women’s fashion. They took their buttons seriously). No one has time to fiddle with that many buttons, so it would be easier to undo a few of the top ones and pull the robes over your head.

Personally, I think the left-hand version fits the description of “plain black work robes” better. And yes, there’s no indication anywhere in the books that the sleeves are flared or gathered at the top, but they look more wizardy this way, so. 

For an even more undeniable piece of evidence that supports the idea of having a closed front, look no further than Snape’s worst memory in OotP. When he gets levicorpused by James, we see his underwear. He’s not wearing trousers. Wh. Why is he not wearing trousers??? Because there’s no risk of accidental exposure of one’s undergarments when there isn’t a massive opening on the front of one’s robes, that’s why. Also, if for some sinister reason he had not been wearing trousers under open-fronted robes, everybody would’ve been able to see his pants already and it wouldn’t have been “funny” when James revealed them.

Moreover, it seems that trousers, even though they are worn in the wizarding world, are neither required nor part of traditional wizarding attire. See the old man at the Quidditch World Cup. Trousers have been adopted to some extent, but they are not considered wizarding clothing per se, but rather a garment borrowed from muggles. So if we go back to the idea that uniforms tend to be conservative, the Hogwarts uniform would have probably been designed to be worn with no clothes underneath other than underwear.

On hats gone with the wind and cloaks

Hats. “One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear.” Day wear. In the films (PS, basically), hats seem to only be worn on special occasions. And I can understand that; On set they’re probably a huge inconvenience as they like to fall off and have to be touched up constantly and may cover something/someone important. Still, canonically, a pointed black hat for day wear is part of the Hogwarts uniform.

Now, do not quote me on this, but I am positive that in one of the books there is a description of a windy day where students grab the brims of their hats so that they don’t get blown off. That’s the one and only time in the whole series (that I can remember) where the uniform hats are said to be brimmed. It makes sense, though, as traditional witch hats do have a brim. Modest brims seem adequate for uniforms. (I do think it is strange to make students wear hats indoors, but oh well.)

(Edit:  ‘ “Maybe I’ll skive off Divination,” he said glumly as they stood again in the courtyard after lunch, the wind whipping at the hems of robes and brims of hats.’ - OotP, chapter 17)

Then there’s the winter cloaks. Again, plain and black, this time with silver clasps. No crest, no house colours. And there’s also the protective dragonskin gloves, which seem to be used both as protective gloves for Potions/Care of Magical Creatures/Herbology and as regular winter gloves.

On house pride (or the lack thereof)

So far we have established that the uniform consists basically of plain black garments: a set of black robes (closed front), a black cloak, a black hat. Hence, by default, there is no way to tell what house a student belongs to just by their attire. Or is there? Here’s where the “basic uniform” I mentioned  before comes into play.

It is true that the robes, hats and cloaks are plain black when bought. And yet, there are many points in the story when Harry seems to simply know what house some students belong to, even when he clearly doesn’t know them. We get constant references to “a gorup of first year Ravenclaws” or “a Hufflepuff girl”, and since the story is told from Harry’s point of view rather than an omniscient narrator’s, there must be a way for Harry to tell apart people from different houses without knowing them personally. So how can we reconcile the ideas that some people’s house is recognisable at first sight while other people’s isn’t? It’s quite simple: CUSTOMISATION.

Bagdes, scarves, appliques, ribbons, hat ornaments, buttons, socks, belts, and a long etc, to show your house pride. Just as we can get jumpers and hoodies and caps and whatnot with the name and colours of our uni or specific college, kids in the wizarding world are probably able to buy (and make) house merchandise. These items would be available at Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, and parents would send them to their children once they’ve been sorted or the kids themselves would be able to get them via owl order.

Some students may only wear a small badge on their chest. Others a scarf+turtleneck undershirt+bandana+animal-shaped hat bauble combo. I love to imagine some kids wearing ridiculously tacky things, like red-and-gold neck ruffles or bee-striped boots. And those kids who are not as inclined to show off their house? They can just wear their basic black uniform.  


home through shadows journeying by Etharei, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 3.5k
   Life on the ship is a lot like being in limbo.
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   When Loki comes to visit Thor after everything’s been done, a hug leads to something more intimate.
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   His people could now fit into a single hall in a space ship, and so many of them were children. Too many young faces would grow up without Asgard even as a memory. Of Asgard’s great, famed warriors there was only he and the Valkyrie left. How many healers with Asgard’s secrets resided in this hall, broken? How many of the mighty sorcerers? He had never cared much for books and things metaphorical, but in that moment Thor was ready to weep for all the knowledge lost in Asgard’s great Library.
gage by spookykingdomstarlight, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.8k
   “I don’t recognize the stars here,” Thor said after a pause so long Loki had thought he wouldn’t answer, would ignore him entirely. His voice seemed caught between rocks, spit out through sharp-edged pebbles that could only do what their nature told them to do.
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   It’s Asgard but it isn’t.
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   Because that’s what heroes do. Thor gives Loki that hug. Post-Ragnarok (so, SPOILERS).
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   Thor has his doubts, but he takes Loki back to Earth. Somehow, it gets easier from there.
Here and now by Chelidona (Hobbity), NSFW, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.9k
   Thor: Ragnarok spoilers! A missing scene for which I am sure there are already 100 fanfictions I will soon look for at the end of the movie, a scene that just begged to be expanded.
two by homovikings, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k
   They move as one.
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   Thor and Loki regroup. Immediate post-movie tag.
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   as they make their way to commandeer a ship out of sakaar, loki and thor have a conversation in an elevator. (loki’s point of view during the elevator scene.)
Bookie’s post-hug fic by thebookhunter, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 2.9k
   Thor has no intention to stop hugging. Fine by Loki. Like, really, *really* fine.

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jaydexx6  asked:

Hey! I was just wondering in Lord Of Shadows, does Mark ever kiss Emma in front of Julian? Or does Emma know that’s going to far for poor Jules 💕 I really love their relationships and I guess I wanna see a possessive side to Jules like storming away etc etc though I’m aware he doesn’t seem like that type. I just have so many question to ask but not enough time. I’m so excited for you book release and next week I start reading Lady Midnight for the third time before Lord Of Shadows comes out

I guess I would say that Julian is the kind of guy who keeps his feelings bottled up. He isn’t the sort to throw jealous fits, or to stomp away — there’s a brief scene when he gets angry about something in front of Emma, Cristina and Mark, and you can see how shocked they all are that he’s letting his anger be visible and how much it throws them until he shuts it down.

We do see into his head, though, and we do know what he’s thinking — and of course when people who keep things bottled up finally explode, it’s quite something.

“Books Can Take You Places Donald Trump Doesn’t Want You to Go” , illustration of Hisham Matar article in the New York Times Opinion Pages.
Article here

And dear followers, if you are in New York this days , the wonderful art director I worked with for this illustration Alexandra Zsigmond @zsigmonda  curated a double exhibition called “Fit To Print” , the opening event is 29th march at NewYork Times gallery space and 30th march at the Society of Illustrator . The exhibition is focused on french illustrators from Strasbourg as me, Marion Fayolle, Simon Roussin,icinori ,Lucie Larousse, Juliette Etrivert and many more! We ’ll be there , so see you may be!

This is the seventh installment in a series of book recommendations, all of which will introduce you to kickass women from mythologies around the world, all of them written by women. All books listed had to pass the following criteria: 

  • Be written by a woman
  • Be fictional
  • Have a woman as (one of) the protagonist(s)
  • Feature Russian or Slavic mythology

This recommendation list comes on the heels of the Asian mythology rec list, because I really wanted to include Russia (which falls under both Asian and Slavic mythology), but I wanted to keep the country as a whole in one post. @kostromas (x) and @lamus-dworski (x) (x) were kind enough to take some time answering my questions.

While I mainly looked for books ft. Russian and Slavic mythologies (I used this Wiki file as a measure to determine the Slavic region), I also include a few books with other origins, such as Norway and various Eastern European countries, because I think - out of all the recommendation posts I have done and plan to do - this is the one they would fit best in. 

Please note as well that there is a lot of overlap among most of these cultures, with different versions of a character appearing in many, so some of the below classifications may be rather arbitrary (I usually go with what’s 1) listed in the summary, then see if 2) the writer specifies a culture, or if 3) readers had helpful input).

UPDATE: It’s been brought to my attention that this post could do with some clarification and additions. To start with, I’d like to address the small number of books listed under Slavic. I don’t mean to say that only the countries listed are Slavic countries. The list is as limited as it is because I found it difficult to locate books that met all the above listed criteria, and an unconscious fifth - that they be written in English. If you take out any one of those criteria, a larger pool of books would open itself up, and I encourage you to consider that as an option.

While I understand that limiting these lists to books written in or translated into English is not ideal, I also don’t think I am the right person to judge which books written in Slavic languages should be included, as I am not Slavic and don’t speak or read Slavic languages. Readers should be aware though, that reading a book featuring Slavic mythologies or cultures, which are not written by someone who identifies as Slavic, may promote a stereotypical or otherwise harmful depiction of those cultures. 

Moreover, those authors who do hail from the relevant region are more likely to be published if they don’t push the envelope too much to be acceptable for a generic Western audience. Therefore, additional reading of books on and / or featuring Slavic mythologies or cultures can aid in understanding the context of these tales. I have listed a couple of books in the honourable mentions with that in mind, and I have decided to add an asterisk (*) to all works written by an author who is confirmed as hailing from the region their work is set in. Typically, I’ve listed one or two books per author, but do check for their other writing.

Finally, I should add that I might have made a mistake in including Russia in this list. This was done because I wanted to keep the country in one post, rather than splitting it between the Asian list and this one. The Asian one was sufficiently long I didn’t want to add it there, but I might have been better off creating a completely separate list for it rather than including it here.

With the above reasons in mind, I have decided to move the Slavic section up, I have added a number of entries throughout, and expanded the resources list at the bottom.



Other regions (not Slavic or Russian)

Undefined / speculative

Historical fiction

Comics & graphic novels

Some collected tales


Honourable mentions

Other lists you can consult

If you have any suggestions for other Slavic and / or Russian women who deserve more attention (and a corresponding book), or which mythology should definitely be in this series, drop me a line!

Other kickass women in mythology: women in Greek mythology | women in Egyptian mythology & historywomen in Mesoamerican mythologies | women in Celtic mythologies | women in Native American mythologies | women in Asian mythologies | women in pirate lore & history


Since I see sooo many BOS/Grimoire pages everyday, I figured I’d show one of the ones I’m working on 😁
This is from my third Grimoire. A basic Dragon Call.
My other two books are nearly finished, but I do not know how I feel about sharing them :x
But here is my current work in progress 😇 I love metallic tones! They fit dragons nicely 💜 Everything is writ and drawn in archival inks, so they will never fade 🌹
I mainly feel no problem showing this page as the sigil is from a tumblr user (i cannot find her atm, unfortunetly) 💘

Here’s another book review!  This time, I’m talking about Yuri!!! on Ice Settei Shiryoushuu (Yuri!!! on Ice Creation Document Collection), published by Movic.  This is a new book that came out last week, and it’s full of pre-production sketches (some in black-and-white, some with a bit of color) of various characters, outfits, items, and locations from the anime.

This book is not available in English or French, but it’s almost entirely pictures anyway, except for a brief text description in the lower corner of each page, and a few design notes written on some of the drawings.  As an example of what can be found in this book, check out these adorable sketches of Yuri Katsuki with Vicchan:

Keep reading for the rest of the book review, plus a few more pictures!

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The situation has deteriorated to the point where people are now seriously arguing that their religious beliefs give them the right not to do jobs they were hired to do.

Pharmacists across the country have refused to fill prescriptions for birth-control or Plan B pills because they say they have a religious freedom right not to. For a time, Muslim taxi drivers at the Minneapolis-Saint Paul airport were refusing to transport anyone carrying bottles of alcohol, even though the bottles were sealed. Wedding planners, florists, bakers, and the owners of bed-and-breakfasts are refusing service to same-sex couples. Again the cry is raised of ‘religious freedom.’

No one is asking the obvious question: Does the private choice of another person prevent you from attending the house of worship of your choice? Further, does it stop you from joining your coreligionists for prayer and worship? Does it require you to bow before an alien god?

The pharmacists, taxi drivers, B&B owners, and so on concede that it does not. But they go on to argue that they don’t wish to be complicit in another’s sin. Putting aside the question of whether the government has any obligation to (or is even legally permitted to) recognize what qualifies as ‘sin,’ the standard being proposed for adoption here is dangerously vague and loose.

‘Sin’ is a notoriously slippery concept. One person’s sin can easily be another’s hobby or harmless preference. Examples include dancing, reading steamy novels, and wearing tight clothing.

A society where a self-asserted claim to religious liberty trumps every other right quickly becomes unworkable. What’s to stop a Muslim store clerk from refusing to ring up your bacon? Don’t laugh—it has happened. Why not allow the clerk in the bookstore to refuse to tell you where the sex manuals are kept because you’re not married? What prevents the woman at the register from turning you away because your skirt is just a little too short?

Some might say these are minor inconveniences. After all, there will always be another store, another clerk, another skirt. Perhaps so.

But what happens when it’s three o’clock in the morning and the only clerk at the only twenty-four-hour pharmacy in town won’t give a victim of sexual assault a pack of Plan B pills sitting six inches away from his hand? What happens when a woman with a problem pregnancy can’t get a taxi driver to take her to an abortion clinic? What happens when an entire family is turned away from a hotel because the owner doesn’t think much of their religion?

More to the point, in such a society, what’s to stop grotesque invasions of privacy under the guise of protecting someone else’s freedom of religion? The owners of secular businesses who don’t want to include birth control in healthcare plans assume that their employees will use it to avoid pregnancy. Indeed, most probably will.

But some will use birth-control pills to shrink ovarian cysts. Some will use them to treat endometriosis. Some will even use them for cases of acne.

Why should an employer’s so-called right to refuse to include birth control in a healthcare plan—a regulation that in no way prevents the employer from attending religious services, praying, or reading the religious texts of choice, or even taking part in numerous other forms of religious expression—override the employee’s right to get and use possibly lifesaving medicine? If these rights are deemed to be in conflict, it would seem the claim for medicine is stronger. After all, the inability to get this medicine can, in some cases, have extremely Serious consequences. (Untreated endometriosis can lead to chronic pain, cysts, infertility, and even cancer.)

Another option is to require women who want birth-control pills for reasons that aren’t related to, well, the control of births to submit a doctor’s note to their employers. How patronizing is that? How much private medical information does that require the employee to divulge? If we accept the proposition that one person must jump through a series of absurd, demeaning hoops so that another person may fully exercise his or her religious liberty, then something is seriously amiss.

The line is drawn exactly where? The Church of Scientology has a well-known animus toward the psychiatric profession. If your boss down at the lumber mill is a Scientologist, can he refuse to cover any employee’s visits to a counselor for any reason? Can he deny couples access to a marriage counselor and cut off paying for drugs that treat things like depression, attention deficit disorder, or schizophrenia?

Can a factory owner who happens to be a Jehovah’s Witness refuse to put surgical procedures into healthcare plans because they involve blood transfusions? More to the point, can a fundamentalist Christian who owns a chain of home-improvement stores announce that the requirement to provide a healthcare plan to employees is, in itself, unconstitutional because no one needs to see a doctor? You just need to pray, and Jesus will heal you.

What about a New Age boss who argues that all healing comes from herbs, vitamins, and crystals, and that’s all that will be covered?

Can these business owners do these things? Why not? How are they different than what Catholic opponents of birth control have asserted? Once a broad right to religious freedom has been asserted—so broad that it gives the boss the right to control the private decisions of others—no distinctions can be made between religions. All must be treated equally.

Here’s a simpler solution: you have no control over others. What medications I use and what I use them for aren’t your business. My need or choice to swallow pill A or get treatment B doesn’t stop you from worshipping, praying, or relating to God in whatever way you see fit.

If you feel these actions endanger my soul, feel free to tell me that. But that’s it. You don’t have a say over me or my soul. Having examined the facts, we are capable of making our own decisions about our souls—where they will end up, how they might get there, and even if they exist.

Williams, Leland, Jefferson, and Madison understood this. At a time when real religious liberty was a rarity in the world, they grasped an important fact: religious liberty is, first and foremost, the right to make decisions for yourself.

This may seem utterly noncontroversial today. It is only because a generation of pioneers paved the way to make it so. Prior to the founders, just about every government in human history assumed it had the right (and the duty) to ‘help’ subjects refrain from making theological mistakes, to prevent them from straying into error.

There were at least two problems with this: First, different nations and leaders had various ideas as to what constituted theological ‘error.’ Catholic France and Protestant England never could quite see eye to eye on this matter. Nor could Orthodox Russia. Or Muslim Turkey, for that matter. You get the idea.

Second, people continued to make it abundantly clear that they did not need, nor did they want, this state-sponsored ‘help’ in matters of religion. They even considered it offensive. And annoying. Even dangerous. The fact that, all too often, those who declined the ‘help’ ended up on the business end of a torture rack only made things worse.

What people sought then, back in the day, was a concept of religious freedom that included the right to dissent. Unfortunately, the first proponents didn’t close the circle. They sought freedom—but only for themselves. America’s Puritan forbearers were known for their intolerance and their insistence that, even though the Church of England had gotten it wrong, they had gotten it right. The reason they threw Williams out was because he dared to tell them that maybe they too had got it wrong.

It took another generation to make the next great leap forward: Perhaps what’s true for me isn’t true for the guy down the street, across town, or even in the next town over. And maybe what he does behind the closed and private doors of his church doesn’t affect me. Maybe his right to worship is as important as mine. Perhaps my right to worship as I see fit and his are strongly linked. Perhaps both will stand or fall together.

Maybe I’m not the best person to make moral decisions for another. Maybe I don’t deserve that role. Maybe that’s for the best.

That’s the first step. Jefferson, Madison, and others took it a long time ago. Our problem today is that instead of trying to advance that step, too many people are working to reverse it.

—  Robert Boston, Taking Liberties: Why Religious Freedom Doesn’t Give You the Right to Tell Other People What to Do (pp. 38–42)

One of the strengths of Anne the Series (aka Anne with an E) is that its Emmy winning showrunner, Moira Walley-Beckett, wrote every single episode. Adding in wonderful incremental layers and a cohesive vision.

I’ve seen a small handful of reviewers state a claim that Moira doesn’t ‘get’ what Anne’s character is about. On that I very much disagree. If you watch any interview with Moira, her passion and level of thought and care regarding the Anne character runs very deep. Anne is a complex character and different people identify with different parts of her. In Moira’s own words…

“I read the book when I was young. And I just devoured the first book. I think I read it several times in a row and then moved on to the rest of the series. I was captivated by Anne — I totally related to her. I was so awkward, and I didn’t feel like I fit in anywhere. And it’s like she gives one permission to be an oddball and to be unique and to be passionate and different”

Like so many of us, she sees pieces of herself in the character. And you can feel that come through in Moira’s writing - she builds so many layers into Anne, and her recurring theme is that idea of being an outsider. Which is as valid an interpretation as any. Her take on Anne looks at the character from a different angle and illuminates her in new and thought provoking ways.

What’s also lovely is the genuine affection and care shown between Moira and Amybeth McNulty. The above imagery is from Moira’s Instagram. Too cute! Their off-screen kinship becomes on-screen magic :)

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm a baby witch, and I just recently discovered that I want to become a witch! Do you have any tips on starting out? Like what should I do?


First thing I would always recommend doing: research! Books, blogs, website, lore, they are all good starts. There will be things you’ll agree with, things that resonate with you, and things that you’ll find just stupid (there is always some craziness when you do research) or not fit for what you look for.

Don’t believe everything you read and see, so many people wants to put rules in witchcraft, but the truth is, you just do you. You do not have to work with deities, to have an altar, to have an athame, to believe in the three fold law, etc. Read everything with a grain of salt and make your own opinion.

All along, you can start collecting the information that makes sense to you, that you want to keep. Write them in a notebook, on your computer, whatever you prefer. You can start a grimoire if you want (ideas here)

Some posts for you:

Hope it helps!

Rogue Fantasy: an anaysis and overview

So for my second term of high school (I do clonlara school, basically an online high school) I decided to give in to nerdery and do a summary on the Rogue Fantasy subgenre. I know, I know, it’s crazy. But here it is.

*Deep breath*

~Rogue fantasy~

Introduction and general overview

Fantasy is an incredibly rich genre, but since it’s birth, it has grown enormously, new subgenres evolving seemingly endlessly. Fantasy as we know is fiction whith otherworldly, unnatural and/or magic elements incorporated to the story and world.

To name a few genres;

There’s High Fantasy & Epic Fantasy – great stories that take place in entirely fictional universes, often letting the reader follow several protagonists’ points of view.

There’s Urban Fantasy, which is fantasy themes applied to an urban, often steampunk setting.

There’s ‘Grimdark’ where the name almost speaks for itself, dark worlds filled with evil and disaster, where the morality of the characters are in most cases questionable.

I’ve recently been reading a lot of Rogue fantasy. Like the name suggests, it’s subgenre about thieves and rogues, where the criminal aspects are key to the story.

However, I’ve had a hard time defining the genre. The books I’ve read during my work with this genre have all fit into different subgenres according to other readers, and because of that, I’ve been able to see connections between different subgenres.

For example, I read a series called the Gentlemen Bastards Sequence – a story of thieves and conmen in a world which is not entirely dissimilar from our own rennaisance world. Someone classified those books as Grimdark fantasy. I read another book, a classic, the Princess Bride, just to realize that this book is more of a 'Swashbuckler’ fantasy novel. Swashbuckler fantasy is mainly about heroism in a world full of adventure, with swordfighting and pirates and whatnot. And then I realized that I could absolutely fit the Gentlemen Bastards books into the Swashbuckler genre as well as the Grimdark genre. And so on.

I think that this particular genre, although it’s a very popular one – with thieves more or less dominating the Young Adult section of fantasy – is rather 'unclassified’. Or maybe that’s the wrong word. Rather that the books can fit into several genres, which would make more sense.

For example, I could see the book 'The Princess Bride’ as a rogue fantasy book because it shares the Swashbuckling action and adventure that many other 'rogue’ fantasy books I’ve read have. I think it’s very important to realize that when talking about different Fantasy genres, it’s often a personal case of classifying it.

1: The Rogue

If I had to name one thing that makes Rogue fantasy Rogue fantasy – it would of course be the rogue herself. But there isn’t just one rogue – there are different kinds. Especially in this genre, the types of rogues are many. I’ve made a list where I describe the different kinds of rogues I’ve found in fantasy fiction.

First off, the word 'Rogue’ means 'An unprincipled, deceitful, and unreliable person; a scoundrel or rascal’.

This means that a rogue doesn’t have to be a thief although most of us probably think of an assassin when we hear the word rogue (courtesy of World of Warcraft) but that’s only one of the many things a rogue can be.

The different kinds of Rogues

The first thing that springs to mind when we think of Rogues is probably the Thief.

The Thief

There are many kinds of thieves just as there are many kinds of rogues, but a thief is always a person who steals, if not, they’d be called something else. The thief could be anything from a professional housebreaking burglar to a lowly orphan pickpocket to a corrupt politician working to fill his coffers on the work of others, But in the end, it’s still a thief we talk about. The fantasy thief we get to follow is often an orphan, either working alone, a miserable soul alone in a dangerous adult world, or they could be a member of a gang, where the orphan works together with others. Often, these gangs have distinct hierarchies where the bigger, tougher orphans keep the younger ones at bay with violence and threats, with the younger ones doing the hard work just to have their stolen goods confiscated by the ones higher up in the ladder. But a Thief can also be adult, of course. Then we’re looking at burglars and pickpockets who could either have grown up doing their job, or have become thieves as a result of for example poverty or bankrupcy. In the end, anyone could be a thief, if there are no other choices.

The Assassin

Another of the most well-known types of Rogues is the Assassin. Just like the case with thieves, there are numerous forms of Assassins; From the lowlife cutthroat waiting in the alley for someone to kill and rob to the professional hired killer that hunts down people in exchange for payment. The typical fantasy Assassin doesn’t usually hold any personal grudge against her target – she simply kills because whoever paid her told her to. For this, the assassin has to be cynical and resistant to emotion. The idea of killing anyone – young or old, king or peasant – has to be acceptable for the ideal assassin. The Assassin is known to work alone. She rarely have friends or close contacts, maybe because she has a habit of not trusting anyone she’s not threatening with a dagger. However, assassin guilds are not entirely uncommon in the world of organized crime. An important thing to remember is that not every assassin is a specialist trained to kill kings and politicians, quite the opposite actually. Being a professional assassin takes a lot of practise and a good pinch of skill, so simple cutthroats and stranglers are common in gangs, working along with burglars or other thieves to achieve a common goal: money.

The Bandit

A disclaimer: When I say bandit, I don’t mean the same kind of criminal as the Thief. The bandit, to me, is a criminal with an adventurous spirit. Think Robin hood, or Captain Jack Sparrow, for example. The Bandit usually has slightly better morals than the thief or the assassin, but that doesn’t mean they are kind members of society. Bandits steal and pillage too. But the bandit is in some occassions almost a folk hero. He steals from the rich and (sometimes) gives to the poor. There are many kinds of bandits. There’s the forest bandit, working in gangs together, robbing kings and dukes and then withdrawing to the safety of the deep forest, there’s the heroic but scumbag-ish pirate, who is the most 'evil’ kind of bandit, there’s the highwayman – an almost ghostlike bandit who appears out of thin air on the roadside to rob you of your belongings. There’s the steampunk freebooter, much like a pirate, often a member of an often dysfunctional criminal gang dedicated to adventure and treasure-seeking.

To summarize the bandit;

Where the thief does it because she has no other choice, the Bandit does it just because she can.

The Trickster

This is a tricky one. See what I did there? No, but seriously, this is where the lines start to get blurry. From the corrupt aristocrat to the orphan street actor, the Trickster is a thief who swindles others. Also often called a conman, this is one of the more interesting types of thieves according to me because it involves so much play. The Trickster carefully plans his jobs, wether they involve the swindling of a wealthy aristocrat or a simple street con. The Trickster is often a richer kind of thief, who can afford costumes and disguises which he or she can use in their jobs. Example: The Gentlemen Bastards book series is about a gang of tricksters. The first book involves them playing a heist against a rich nobleman, seamlessly weaving a totally fake story to get his attention, and then, spinning the web even wider, they begin hauling off bags of money right in front of their eyes. The Trickster often enjoys his job. A personality trait common to many tricksters is good charisma. The Trickster can convince and bluff anyone with a little time and perhaps just a little bit of luck, wether it be that rich, influental lady down in the Ballroom or the paranoid duke in his well-guarded office.

The Bruiser

This is another kind of weird type of rogue because the Bruiser is often not just a bruiser. A Bruiser is a strong person who has experience with weapons and can handle themselves well in a fight. For example, the Bruiser might be a war veteran or ex-guardsman. The Bruiser is a teamplayer, definitely. She is very important in a gang of Rogues. A Bruiser can rough people up while the Thieves empty their treasury, or if something goes wrong in a job, one can always rely on the Bruiser to be there with either her fist, swords, or in Jean Tannen’s case – his two hatchets. But as I said, the Bruiser must not be limited to just fighting and brawling, in many cases, a Bruiser is skilled in the arts of stealth and pickpocking as well

~The Rogue Character~

In Rogue fantasy, the main ”element” is the character, without doubt. What I mean with this is, in for example, Epic fantasy or High fantasy, the world is the focus. Worldbuilding is key. But Rogue Fantasy involves getting personal with the characters. Very personal.

The rogue is a lawless person, who steals money or valuable property from others for their own gain. The morals of a rogue are always a relevant topic in Rogue Fantasy. What separates a heroic ”steal from the rich – give to the poor”-bandit from a lowly murder? Both are criminals, right?

For a rogue fantasy story to be interesting and enjoyable to read, the rogue character has to have some human side that can be understood by the reader. This can and will of course vary from reader to reader. I’ve seen reviews of books with ”evil” characters where I really don’t agree at all – and vice versa. It’s a tricky thing to know who’s going to enjoy the book and who’s going to disagree with the mission of the main characters. Sometimes one can both enjoy the book and also disagree with the characters mission, as I said, it’s a very personal thing.

Gender equality

This is also something that varies from author to author. But the Rogue fantasy books that I have read have actually surprised me. I would have loved to see even more female main/important characters but I will have to give this genre a pass on the gender equality test. Sexism was actually very sparse in the books I read, even Goldman’s 'The Princess Bride’ from the 1970’s, which did include some sexism, but that was in the 70’s and from what I’ve seen and read, Rogue fantasy and Fantasy in general has more or less grown past sexism. But again, this varies. Not all authors are the same of have the same views on society, but I’m very happy to see that the authors I picked for this analysis haven’t dissapointed me.

The Female Rogue

I’m only doing this paragraph because even though the sexism I found while reading was sparse, it existed. I’m writing this to sum up all the positive depictions of female rogues I got while reading.

The female rogue is every bit as skilled as the male one. There is no difference between the sexes. I’ve met tall, brutal killers and short sneaky assassins among the women in Rogue Fantasy stories. Just like their male counterparts. Badass female rogues are very common in todays Rogue Fantasy, which I think is epic.

One of the main characters in Scott Lynch’s 'Republic of Thieves’ is Sabetha Belacoros, a total criminal expert and con artist mastermind.

In 'Red Seas over Red Skies’, in the same book series, we meet the ruthless and widely feared pirate Drakasha, ruler of the Sea of Brass, and her swashbuckling sidekick Ezri.

In Brandon Sanderson’s 'The Final Empire’ (Mistborn series), there’s Vin, the assassin/crook who uses ancient metallurgic magic to gain superhuman powers as she helps ignite the flames of revolution in an autocratic country.

In 'Retribution Falls’ by Chris Wooding, we meet all sorts of steampunk pirate women. There’s the navigator Jez who is hiding a secret which has kept her running across the country for many many years. Most notable character in this entire book: Trinicka Dracken. Bounty hunter. Captain of a huge airship. Cold-blooded traitor and killer. Former lover of the main character. A great character!

Another character, this one from a non-Rogue Fantasy novel is the debt collector Devi from The Name of the Wind. She’s definitely malicious and tricky enough to earn an honorable mention in this list.

2: The Goal

Crooks want money. That’s common knowledge. Often, the goal of the Rogues in a story is a pile of gold, but like most fantasy heroes through ages of epic stories, many Rogues seek adventure. This is especially seen in Swashbuckler fantasy, closely related to Rogue fantasy.

But that adventure is often achieved on the road to that big pile of gold.

Most thieves become thieves because of two reasons: 1), They have no choice, or 2), they have a great greed for wealth and power, and achieving it the lawful way is too hard and takes too much time. To complete this goal of wealth and/or power (the two often come together), some things are essential. Brains are the number one components in the plan, second come nimble fingers for picking locks and cutting purses, muscles for breaking open doors and immobilizing guards and also, very important, cunning. The rogue must be able to think quickly, and act quicker. She needs to be able to make important decisions quickly and under pressure if the situation comes to that.

That’s why it’s important to the rogue to either be all of this things herself if she works alone, or assemble a trustworthy and qualified gang where everyone is assigned their role. Both work. Both have their pros and cons.

Back to the goal.

In many rogue fantasy books, the goal is achieved and the rogues live happily ever after (until someone catches them and they meet a swift end at the edge of an axe or a not so swift one at the end of a noose) but sometimes that goal can be quite nasty to reach. It may take a few books (or seven, as Scott Lynch allegedly plans for his Gentlemen Bastards) but at least in most completed Rogue Fantasy book that I have read, the main characters reach their goal and all is well. It takes a lot to write a story where the main characters fail their goal and still have readers praising the book.

3: The World

Just because I stated above that Rogue fantasy is built on character development doesn’t mean that the world is less important. For the story to be interesting and believable, the world has to be as well.

Rogue fantasy is incredibly adaptive. It can take place in an urban setting. It can be set in High Fantasy worlds like for example ”The Way of Shadows” by Brent Weeks. It can be set in a world historically similar to ours, like in ”The Lies of Locke Lamora” by Scott Lynch, where the world is similar to our own Rennaisance Venice.

I like to think that while High Fantasy worlds are vast and with many different countries and provinces, Rogue fantasy worlds are often smaller and more focused on a few places, usually. Of course, there are exceptions but the Rogue fantasy books that have really stood out to me and been the most enjoyable have been that way.

The rogue fantasy world is often somewhat evil. I don’t know if that’s the right word, but it certainly often has a dark undertone. I think it is there to amplify the dark theme of Rogues and crime, and Victorian Steampunk is a classic theme for these stories.

For example, not that the Sherlock Holmes stories are thief stories – it’s the other way around, but they’re criminal stories set in a kind of dark Victorian england. That kind of world is perfect for rogue fantasy, as seen in the video game Dishonored, where one plays an assassin in a huge steampunk city.

But as I said, High Fantasy worlds suit Rogue Fantasy perfectly. This is seen in Swashbuckler fantasy stories for example, like ”The Princess Bride” and even sometimes, although the world is darker and grimier, in Brandon Sanderson’s ”The Final Empire”.

The world plays a great role in Rogue Fantasy. The character is the main element, while in High Fantasy, the worldbuilding is key, more often than not. But for the story to be alive and functioning, emulating a living society where the Rogues do their play, the world has to be seamless. Who lives in that huge city where the thieves roam at night? Who’s that baker and what’s he hiding in his basement? That rich aristocrat in the fancier neighbourhood, I heard he’s got a stash of gems that could easily be lifted with a little tricking. People play huge roles in fantasy stories. Where they would usually be more ”good” in stories like ”The Hobbit”, they might be more cynical, ”evil” or otherwise wicked in some way. This is especially seen in the High Fantasy series ”A world of Ice and Fire”. That kind of world, like in Martin’s novels, fit Rogue Fantasy extremely well.

A hostile world is a perfect environment for Rogues.

The world has to be functioning like our own in order to achieve as good a story as possible. I’m not saying everyone has to do that, I’ve read stories where the world isn’t really that well-crafted and unique but the story hasn’t suffered from it at all.

Other than those few points like darker undertone and ”strange” people, a Rogue Fantasy world could be just like any other fantasy world.

Summary: Rogues are awesome and Rogue fantasy is the best thing for rainy days, best enjoyed with chocolate and a cup of tea. (based on personal experience)

anonymous asked:

There a many more fans of Outlander who love the show, actors and story than the few hyper critical bloggers here on tumblr. Most fans understand that people have to live their lives, make a living, have some fun and give/ do some good in this world. Actors have a job to do, yes, but they don't have to give their souls away to a few immature (no matter the age) fans. It is amazing how certain fans can be so mean. They must be personally very unhappy.

Hi Anon, good afternoon!
You know…I think here Outlander is the last thought of these people.
They don’t attack Sam because they are worried about the show, they attack him because he is no longer Sam, the person that they knew. If I can, a “Sam” that never existed.

I’ve seen Outlander’s first season in 2015 and came up tumblr (and I opened Outlander News) at the end of 2015, in December.
The first time I saw Sam outside the show for me was a real shock.

In the show he was a Scottish warrior, with the kilt, robust, very manful. The classic romance novel hero.

At the time I was upset because Sam is completely another person in reality. Super shy, sweet, angelic face, such a delicate behavior, the good guy who helps the grandmother to cross the road. 

When I saw him while promoting Outlander or during interviews and red carpet with Caitriona, I found him so exaggerated and over the top. His behavior was not credible, a shy person like him, he would never flirt so in public. I sincerely thought that this behavior was hiding something, maybe his sexuality…

Then, slowly I learned to know him and to understand that this behavior was due to something else. He knew the enormous expectation that fans of books had, 30 years of dreaming about Jamie.
He was tall and very slim and had to literally change his body, becoming a fitness machine.

He has done everything for fans, he has become literally starz marketing man. Always present on social media, always present to promote the show and all his costars, obviously mainly Caitriona. He knew how much the fans would love to see them together and how many years they waited to see it all this. He did anything to satisfy them.

The fans were also used to having almost always him in kilt, always with red and long hair, flirty with Cait, basically a surrogate of Jamie (as Diana says, Sam is a chameleon, with a click it becomes another person).

Then their world has fallen. Sam has stopped being the Starz door mat , has made a Hollywood movie, is in a relationship, has cut his hair and now he is blond! and they see this…and they can not accept it

So, we have three types of “fans”:

- Those who want Sam only dirty, with kilt, with red hair, wild and half naked. He must only do Outlander and he is not allowed to do anything else. If he talks about MPC or Barbour is boring

- those who want Sam in love with Caitriona, married in secret. Cait is pregnant (regularly happens at least three times a year). Starz forces them to remain secretly like Romeo and Juliet.

- and then? then there are the fans. Those who see Sam’s simplicity and humility. Those who see a young man probably tired of carrying all the weight on his shoulders. Those who understand why he is no longer active as once on social media, who understand that he also needs to rest. Especially with a year without breaks.

Describe to me what you see in yourself,” he said one day.
“Well,“ she started, “I see blue eyes that could be brighter, brown hair that could be sleeker, a smile that could be straighter, skin that could be smoother, arms that could be stronger, fingers that could be thinner, legs that could be longer…” He stopped her mid-sentence.
“You want to know what I see? I see ocean-blue eyes that gleam with happiness, hazelnut hair with hints of honey, a smile that brightens cloudy days, skin that is slightly sprinkled with freckles, arms that are strong enough to comfort many, fingers that play beautiful music on the piano that also fit perfectly with mine, and legs that are the perfect length so that your head rests on my chest when I hug you.” She started to blush but he continued, “If you could see yourself through my eyes, maybe you’d realize how beautiful you truly are.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 50
“The image of her”

I’ve finished the Diviners!! If you guys aren’t very far, don’t fret. It’s a big book, but I hope you’re enjoying it.

I forgot how many moving parts there actually were in this series, and I’m anxious to see how they fit together in Lair of Dreams. I’m hoping the sequel also provides me with some answers to my questions. I’ve been waiting years!

You’re Safe Now (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Description: Draco x reader. On the train home for the summer. Draco finds is  girlfriend curled up and in a compartment all on her own. When she  tells Draco that’s her father hits her, what will he especially when her  father sees them kiss at the station              

Draco x reader. They are dating. The reader is being abused by her stepfather. He spots her shopping in hogsmead with him. He spots something wrong with the way she’s acting. The she spots Draco and bolts into his arms.

Warnings:  Abuse, sensitive topic, slight cussing (please add to this if it’s necessary, I don’t want to hurt anyone so give me the heads up if I’m missing anything)

(Author’s Note: I merged these two together so I hope you don’t mind. This can be a sensitive topic to some so please don’t read it if it will hurt you in anyway.)

There it is again, that anxious feeling that makes my stomach twist  inside as worry clogs my mind, leaving little space for much else.

I’m lying across the train compartment seat, curled up slightly as anxiety claws away at my insides.

“(Y/N)?” Draco asks, his voice full of concern as he steps into the compartment.

He takes a seat, laying my head on his lap making my heartbeat calm at a pleasantness of a familiar feeling.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” He asks, taking curls of my hair and wrapping it a around his fingers loosely.

“Just a little bit travel sick,”I lie.

“Are you sure?”He asks with a look of disbelief but I nod.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine soon,”

“Um okay…”he says, unconvinced.

I don’t remember falling asleep but when I wake up the train is coming to a slow stop and Draco is shaking me gently.

“(Y/N), we’re here,”He whispers and I slowly sit up right.

Out  the compartment window I can see all the parents smiling and waving as  the train finally comes to completely halt and I hear the doors open.

I  spot him instantly outside. His eyes look ahead with no interest in   them and his chin is stubbly. He’s wearing his usual too tight t-shirt   and jeans as he stand with my mother.

The fear that I had forgotten during my sleep now comes back at the sight of him.

“You  don’t look to good, are you sure you’re okay?”Draco asks, putting a   reassuring hand on my back but not even this can calm me down now that   that horrid man is here.

“Yeah, just a little dizzy.” I assure him “I’m going to say bye now because I have to go quickly,”

Draco looks at me confused but leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Okay Princess, I’ll write to you,”he says and for some reason I can feel tears brimming my eyes.

“Love you,”I say, hopping out of the compartment and grabbing my bags but I hear his reply from behind me.

“I love you too, don’t forget it,”

I  smile a little before leaving the train. Leaving my connection to all the things I love and stepping into  the arms of my worst nightmare.

“(Y/N)!” My Mum  cries as I drag my luggage and owl towards them. My mother’s smile  makes me forget my fear for a moment as I fall into her embrace.

“Hello,”I say with a smile as she pulls away.

“Oh I’ve missed you!” She squeals making me laugh.

“I’ve missed you to Mum,”

“Move it kid, we haven’t  got all day,” David, my stepfather, grunts, beginning to walk away from us.

My  stomach twists again at the sound of his voice and my mother sends me a  look of ‘sorry’ and I shake my head telling her it’s fine.

The ride home is silent. There is no questions of how my school year has been and I don’t as anything about their time when I was away either.

A few days into the holiday, my mother leaves to go back to work, leaving me with that man.

I  tiptoe down the stairs, cautious of the sleeping dragon who guards the  couch, or rather David who has fallen asleep while reading his paper in  the living room.

I sneak through the living  room without making him stir and arrive in the kitchen without making a   noise until I lean up to the cupboard and a glass comes hurtling to the work top.

Smashed glass glittering the counter and I can hear the  monster wake with a grunt.

“What was that?”he barks making me cringe back as he thuds into the kitchen.

“Sorry, I dropped a glass.”I explain as a panic fills thoughts as he steps closer to me with a angry glare.

“They cost money!”he spits “How are you supposed to pay for that?”

“I’ll pay for it!”I assure but he clenches his fists.

“Not  good enough! All you do when you get back is break things you stupid   little bitch,”He spits and I quiver back but his fist collides with my   jaw and I tumble over from the force.

I can tell that I’ll have a bruise.

“I  don’t know why your Mother bothers picking you up from the loony   school!” He roars, slamming his foot into my side making me yelp.

Sorry…”I whimper and he grunts before turning away again and stomping to the living room.

When  I hear heavy snores coming from the couch I drag my self upstairs and  collapse onto my bed. Sinking into myself in a mixture of wretched  sadness and total embarrassment.

Over the school year I have forget just how short tempered David is.

All  this pain over a glass makes me feel embarrassed for the tears that   threaten to fall. I’m a witch that can cast spells and make potions but a  simple shattered glass has made me misrable.

                                                                                                                                                                                  I suppose It’s the  shock of reality again, the shock of remembering what always happens  during the summer break, the shock of realisation that it didn’t  disappear by magic during my absence from his presence.

As my heart rate quickens again from panic rising in my chest, I let  my mind wander to the thing I love the most to clam me down.

I think of Draco.

I  think of his perfect blonde hair that turns wavy when wet and how it   compliments his grey eyes. I think of the way our kisses linger when we say goodnight, not wanting to let go.

I think of how horribly I miss him  right now as I lay in bed, forcing back my tears.

A  few days later the bruise that coated my jaw fades but is quickly   replaced by a new one after my owl flew into the kitchen and spilled his  coffee. I had jumped  in front of the poor bird before he tried to grab  it.

Two weeks pass and I have a growing collection of dark purple bruises along my arms and side. All for my silly mistakes.

My desire to see Draco grows with each new mark on my body.

As  far as my mother is aware David is just grumpy, she seems not to notice  what is happening everyday when she leaves for work and inside it hurts  me to think she doesn’t care but I know she just doesn’t know, which  hurts more a little.

“Come on Freak, you Mum   says we need to go to your freak village to get you books or some crap, ”  David announces as I enter the room.  

What’s mum thinking?

Why is he even agreeing to go?

I  don’t ask him, I’m to afraid of the consequences. Instead I clamber   upstairs and grab my money and a jacket before I rush down stairs to   join David who looks ahead with little interest.

When  we arrive at Hogsmeade David doesn’t stop talking about how many “freaks”  are here and I begin to realise just how long a day this will be with  him following me around.

David doesn’t shut up, making rude comments in everything as we pass through shops.

“Your  mum is right, you fit right in here, with the rest of the mutants,”he comments and I can feel anger boiling in me and I can tell I will snap if I have to listen to another stupid remark.

As we leave the book store I feel anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach as David scoffs at my books.

“Must you comment on everything you see?”I snap and he turn on me with a mixture and anger and amusement.

“What are  you going to do? Turn me into a frog?”

“I’ll sure as hell try,”I growl, a surge of confidence rushes through my veins.

“Watch  your tongue Freak, I can make your life hell,” he spits and I can feel  he’s not bluffing and I begin to come down from my sudden confidence   high and shrink away from him as he moves closer to me with a deathly   glare.

“I-I-I um…”I stutter, suddenly  realising what my outburst will mean when I arrive home and I start  panic again, the same tears brimming my eyes.

“Don’t  cry you foolish girl!”he hisses, bringing his hand down towards my  cheek but before it touches my skin I see a flash of blonde.

“Draco?”I shout, ducking out of Davids way and running eagerly towards Draco.

“(Y/N)?”he asks as I latch onto him.

He pulls back and looks in my eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Suddenly  I can’t hold it back anymore and the tears I’ve held in for so long,   that have been constantly threatening to fall since my return from   Hogwarts come pouring out my eyes and cascade down my blushing cheeks.

“My st-tepdad,”I explain through sobs, ignoring the strange looks I’m getting from people passing by.

“Listen, Princess I need you to calm down, what did he do?”he says gently but then his fingers trace over my bruised jaw.

"Sorry…”I sniff, embarrassment taking a hold of me.

“You  don’t need to apologise, I can figure the rest out now.”He says pushing  me behind him and storming towards a confused David, fists clenched as  he goes.

Then there is a smack when his fist collides with Davids face and I go running towards him.

“Stop Draco! He’s not worth it!”I shout as I pull Draco back.

“Yeah but he deserves it!”He says lunging forward again but I push him back with all my strength.

"No leave it,”I warn and he stops, his breathing slowly going back to normal.

“Some knight in shinning armor he is,”David comments.

This  time I swing at him with all my might and ignore the wincing pain that  hits my fist as it smacks across David’s face and I turn around again,  falling straight into Draco’s arms who wraps his arm around me   protectively.

“Never speak or touch to her again,”Draco spits, putting an arm round my shoulder and leading me away from a red faced David and confused crowd of people.

Later I’m curled up on Draco’s bed in the manor as Draco goes to find me an old t-shirt.

“(Y/N), you should have told me,”Draco says as he flings me one of his t-shirts.

“I know, it’s just… hard,”I explain as I pull his shirt on, it acts as I nightie on me.

“I  could’ve helped,”he says, sitting next to me and letting me lie my head on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat. “You shouldn’t have  had to go through that,”

“I don’t know why mum married him,”

“I’m sure she has her reasons,”

"I’m scared and weak,”I mutter and he rests his chin on my head.

“You aren’t weak,”he says softly “You are so strong and brave,”

“I’m not,”I mumble and he sighs. Putting and hand under my chin, he turns me slowly to face him.

“To  keep that to yourself shows strength, even if slightly stupid. He must  have hurt you so much and you never once complained until today when. But I wish you had told someone, anyone that could have  helped because to know you were suffering all this time hurts me.”

“I’m sorry,”I say and he shakes his head before his lips touch mine gently.

“Don’t apologise, you’re safe now,”

“I love you,”

“I love you too, Princess,”

It’s silent for a moment after that until I hear Draco laughing.

“What?”I ask, confused by this a bit.

“That was some punch,”he laughs and I giggle.

“It felt amazing,”

He laugh before kissing me on the forehead.

“Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night, Draco,”

We soon drift into a pleasant sleep and for the first time since leaving Hogwarts I feel at home again.

( Author’s Note: Sorry this one isn’t too good, It was rushed a little)

Autumn Headcanons !

That’s right. I hate fall but APH Lithuania sure doesn’t so I’ve compiled some cozy, fuzzy headcanons to commemorate our sweater boy. 

1) Liet has an uncanny talent for soothing babies. He sees a strung-out mom on the metro and offers to hold her baby because he’s a portable bassinet and let’s be real he just wants to be a cool dad. Instant naptime.

2) Champion of the how-many-dogs-can-I-fit-on-the-bed-before-I-end-up-on-the-couch game.

3) Lithuania’s one of those readers who enjoys nestling down with a good book next to the stove on a chilly, grey day – but he’s also one of those readers who clocks out after about 10 min (because we all know he’s not actually sleeping when he should be).

4) In public? the image of proper business attire: polished shoes, impeccable tie, tailored suit, even a secret pocket protector because he’s a nerd. At home? all flannel pullovers and sweaters and denim because jeans weren’t a thing in the Soviet Union and he’s living it up now lemme tell you. 

*and when I say home I mean a cozy little cabin in the countryside where no one will find him after business hours. If he’s not in his Vilnius residence consider him gone. GONE.

5) He still catches himself talking to the fireplace because those old pagan habits die hard.

6) During the fall he tends to take on the scent of baked bread, spices, and mulled wine because he is Kitchen King but he also takes on the scent of wood stove because he’s cheap and no one will ever convince him that central heat is worth the investment no one.

7) The sweater situation. is very bad. The 80s never really ended for him and he’s just lucky that alpaca sweaters have recently recirculated into fashion. Now he thinks he’s a trend setter. Poland disagrees.

anonymous asked:

Hello ~ I decided to learn Japanese but I'm lost about what to do after learning Hiragana and katakana ? Any advice in choosing the right books and such ? Thanks !!


I always tell those who have finished hiragana and katakana to start learning kanji as soon as possible. It’s never to early to start because you’re going to need that knowledge for the rest of your language journey. You may choose to buy a kanji guide, use an app or both. The Kodansha Kanji Learner’s Course is a popular resource for studying kanji. It’s nice because it uses mnemonics by breaking down kanji into its radicals and helping you visualize the meaning of a kanji. I recommend learning kanji by mnemonics, especially if you are more visual learner. In that case, I would try to choose a resource that emphasizes that.

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