and the male cast of white christmas is in it ;a;

Blizzard is Basically Ruining a lot of Everyone Favorite Ships

First off, you can still ship what ever you want and go down with it such as Pharmercy, Gengyatta, Widowtracer, MercyKill and so forth (except Genji x Hanzo, that’s gross) 

Now that I got out of the way, it seems Blizzard is confirming a lot about their cast and yet, it making a lot ships sink and making a lot of people get upset

In the Overwatch Christmas Special “Reflection”. It’s confirmed that Tracer is a lesbian 

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Unfortunately, she isn’t dating Widowmaker. She’s dating a girl named Emily 

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The next pairing is pretty much confirmed with the many evidence shown in-game and the comics, Gency (Genji x Mercy)

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The Story

Mercy saves Genji from death by transforming his body into a cyborg. Even though Genji left Overwatch after disbanding his clan, she still has great concern for his health. 

In Game Voice Lines.   

The start of a match.

Mercy: “You seem well Genji”

Genji: “I am a different man now, I am whole”

When a Mercy revives a Genji

Genji: “You’ve rescued me again Dr. Ziegler”

When Mercy gets hurt

Genji: “ANGELA!” 

 When a Genji dies

Mercy: “Genji, I was too late”

Valentines Day Voice Lines 


Mercy: “I got you some chocolate, Genji. Swiss, their the best”

Genji: “Thank you Angela, perhaps you could share them with me?”


Genji: “Angela, I got some chocolates for you. Not Swiss”

Mercy: “(Sign) I suppose it would have to do. Thank you Genji

Now let me explain what the significant of giving chocolate on Valentines Day in Japanese tradition, When a girl (Mercy) gives chocolate to the one and only she has feelings for (Genji). In March 14th, White Day, the male (Genji) must give the female (Mercy) a gift, like chocolate, in return for the chocolate that the girl gave him.

In the Christmas comic “Reflection”. Genji is at Nepal, spending his Chrismtas with Zenyatta. While at Nepal, Genji is writing a letter to Mercy. When she receives the letter, she looks happy to hear from him. 

Before you guys write comment and complain to me about this. Remember, this is my opinion and you can still ship Pharmercy and so forth. It’s your love and joy, and I don’t want to ruin. 

Christmas Comes Early

Summary: Your mom forces you to go to a premature holiday party that you would rather not attend. To your surprise, you end up meeting one of your favorite actors, Jared Padalecki. 

Word Count: 4520 (oops)

Warnings: Smut!, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (female receiving), somewhat public sex, casual drinking, cursing

A/N: There’s a first time for everything! I’ve never written Jared before, but this fic came to me in a dream. Hope you guys enjoy! As always, like/reblog/send me some love if you enjoyed! Tagging some people at the bottom I think may enjoy(:

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Y/N, for the hundredth time, yes you have to come to the party. I’m sick of making up excuses for why you don’t come to events with us.” Your mom sounded so exasperated over the phone, you could practically see her rubbing her temples. Your parents wanted you to come with them to your mom’s best friend’s holiday party around an hour away from your apartment, and you weren’t exactly feeling like going on your first free Saturday in a long time. Plus, the holidays were still three weeks away. Who has a party this early?

“Jake’s not going either!” Throwing your younger brother under the bus wasn’t a classy move, but you grasping at straws here.

“He has a tournament a state away. He can’t help that.”

“But Mom, I don’t think I have time to drive out there. I’m so busy,” you countered.

“You realize we share a Netflix account and that I can see that you’re forty-five minutes into a Black Mirror episode, right?” Shit, caught, you thought. You tried to think of any other excuse that could keep you firmly rooted to your couch for the rest of the weekend, but came up short.

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I’ve been intrigued by the trailers for Humans and the first ep tonight didn’t disappoint me. Where I thought I knew where it would be going, it took a big swerve with the introduction of Colin Morgan’s character and his compatriots. 

This series is an adaptation of the original Swedish series Real Humans but truthfully both owe a huge debt to ‘90s SF. Greg Egan’s Permutation City came out twenty-one years ago and, as ever with mainstream culture, it’s only now that TV can deal with the themes and tech that SF dealt with back then. Delving further back, every contemporary film or TV series (Ex Machina, The Machine, Black Mirror White Christmas) seems to have some version of Gibson’s Wintermute lurking as an AI baddie. Obviously, Mary Shelley has ultimate dibs on ‘created being kills its creator’ though I prefer my nemeses to be more Arnie metal machine music and less dead-body collage. 

Humans at least acknowledges the vast history of fantastical fiction it inhabits in the scene where the ‘synths’ (synthetic humans) are said to be be bound by Asimovs, as in Isaac Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics. It was a nice touch and probably made many an elderly sci-fi geek like me a little sentimental.

So, because I’ve been loving robots since I was a tiny, tiny child, I find TV/film SF to be too simplistic when it comes to androids. It’s nearly always an excuse for bludgeoning male gaze, handily gorgeous fembots undressing for no narrative reason (hello, Ex Machina) or some kind of wittering about ‘human essence’ or ‘soul’ or other god-bothering bobbins. 

Humans doesn’t seem to be falling into any of that so far. Yes, there’s been one sexbot scene already and yes, she was female (why do we never see male sexbots, hmm?) but I don’t feel the scene was too prurient, it was played more to be disturbing, to have the viewer identify with the bot and not the grubby human using her. 

Since I’m being utterly spoiler-free, I shan’t talk about plot details but what I can say is that the cast are all tight, on it and beautifully embedded whether they’re playing synths or humans. The Brit lawyer family could be any average Brit family (barring the robot) and it’s the attention the director has paid to setting up that mundanity that makes the intrusion of the synth more believable. 

Similarly, I don’t actually know what Colin Morgan’s Leo character is. Is he a synth? Doesn’t sound or act like it but I’m prepared to be surprised - maybe he’s a new model who’s great at looking grizzled and being fancied by every girl I know. That’d be a sure-fire moneymaker. 

For the actors playing the synths, Gemma Chan, Ivanno Jeremiah, Emily Berrington, Sope Dirisu, it’s not an easy job. They have to both portray absolute synth-ness and, on occasion, deviations from that. The actor is acting a robot with sentience that’s acting at being a robot without sentience. Gemma Chan, in particular, handled this brilliantly. In ep 1, she created a complex synth character that was simultaneously terrifying and sympathetic, KILLER BOT and Runaway Slave. Which leads me to… 

For those of us born with genetic sunblock, Humans will inevitably make us more uncomfortable. We will realise that if this was 150 years ago, we could be the property owned by these whites, we could be harmed or raped or killed and no-one would care because, after all, we aren’t human, we’re just things. And then, of course, we remember that slavery isn’t dead and that human trafficking is a thriving trade but it’s been mostly displaced from our Western eyes. 

Humans does what the best of SF does: by changing one thing or saying ‘hey, what if…’ it creates narratives that move beyond middle-class comfort fiction. It holds up a mirror to us and it makes us examine our lives, our societies, our identities and what being human means. Is it flesh? Is it thought? If we create beings who are sentient… will we enslave them? Will we treat them with the inhumanity with which we treat other humans? 

I’m looking forward to episode two. 

The Magizoologist and The Siren

Paring- Newt Scamander X Siren/human Reader

A/N- go check out @newts-case-of-imagines version as well that she will be posting soon, she’s an amazing writer! Also go check out Dark Waltz by Hayley Westenra it’s the song sung in this fic, it’s beautiful.

Warnings- None just Newt being a cinnamon roll

Summary- How would Newt react to meeting dolphin and a beautiful siren

Based off of my image, link here->

Word count- 2200 ops

It was a warm pleasant June day of 1920, the wind was soft and the sun peeked out from the cotton-like clouds to say hello to down below. A beautiful siren sat on a rock called Heron’s Nest, in the bay. The young siren was arranging a crown of delicate shells and shining pearls upon her (H/C) head. Her voice rang out a melody her mother taught her as a child.

*We are the lucky ones We shine like a thousand suns When all of the color runs together

I’ll keep you company In one glorious harmony Waltzing with destiny forever

Dance me into the night Underneath the moon shining so bright Turning me into the light

Time dancers whirling past I gaze through the looking glass And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven

Sacred geometry Where movement is poetry Visions of you and me forever

Dance me into the night Underneath the moon shining so bright Turning me into the light

Dance me into the night Underneath the full moon shining so bright Let the dark waltz begin

Oh let me wheel, let me spin Let it take me again Turning me into the light*

After she had finished her melody she heard a applaud of a dolphin. The siren looked to the below her and there swam Rosie, her befriended dolphin.

“Why thank you, that’s quiet kind of you to say.” The siren’s voice laugh out.

Rosie squeaked out again telling news to her friend.

“A wizard with a hippocampus!?” The siren cried “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” She said irritated.

The dolphin squeaked out irritated by her comment.

“Okay okay! I get it! Lead me to where he is.” She sighed out then followed the now guiding dolphin.

Rosie lead the siren to an abandoned muggle dock. There kneeled a man with cinnamon colored hair with the hippocampus in water, at the edge of the dock.

The siren swam closer to the wizard, intrigued by him. She realized, something she was not expecting, the man young was speaking to the in a soft, gentle, mother-like way to the young hippocampus while he seemed to be guiding it through the water with reins.

“There you go Fred you got it!” The man smile brightly. “See no hands!” He raised his hands up with joy. The hippocampus whinnied in fear when he realized the young man was no longer guiding him.

“Hey, hey.” he said claiming while he grabbed the reins once more. “Shh, it’s alright, I won’t let go until you’re ready.” The young man soothed the hippocampus and stroked the creature’s jaw. “I know it quite different from the pool in the case, but it’s really not that bad, once you get use to it.”

The beautiful siren was enchanted by the wizard and he was so caring towards the hippocampus, something that was extremely uncommon among magical people, especially muggles.

Rosie too seemed like the wizard as well and swam towards him, placing herself in his view.

When the wizard saw Rosie he laugh out in excitement and joy.

“Fred look! It dolphin, one the very few muggle beats that are friend and unfrightened by magical once. Supposedly dolphins and your kind naturally create a great friendship. I’ve have always wanted to study one in person.” The man exclaimed like a child on Christmas morning.

The hippocampus, now calm and no longer frightened with the company of Rosie, began to swim and play with her.

The cinnamon haired wizard called to her to come to him, when she did as he wished, he began to gently pet her silky snout and head.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back” He made a hand gesture to stay.

He stood up and ran over to a light brown case a few feet away, opened it, and entered.

He had had been to excited of his new discovery to realize the siren intently watching him, with her chin resting on her arms placed on the dock to his far right.

The two creates entertained themselves with each other while the wizard was away. A few minutes later He reappeared from the case and returned to his original place with a book, journal and quill in his hand.

He opened the book and skimmed through the pages until he seemed to find what he was looking.

“So if you’re a male yo-” He was cut of by the siren saying, “She a female and her name is Rosie.”

The wizard was jumped, spooked by the sirens voice, lost his balance, and fell into the water with a splash.

She placed a hand over her mouth with gasp half laugh.

He emerged from the water’s surface with a gasp. When turned his head towards the siren his mouth partly open and his eyes were glued to the exquisite being. He didn’t seem to register the being was a siren and sirens used their beautiful features and voice to drag men into the sea to their death.

He snapped out of his gaze and tried to quickly reach for his wand resting on the dock. But she was quicker, she pulled out her own wand that was securely placed in her shell-crown and point towards the wizard.

“I won’t hurt you. Back down and I’ll do the same.” She warned.

He seemed so confused and shocked by the whole situation, but did as he was told.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think that I would cast a harmful spell on you. If you were hostile and attacked me it would mean another reasons for the Ministry of Magic to believe sirens are dangerous.” He calmly stated as he held his hands in front of him not in a defensive way but in a showing he meant peace.

“Very well I trust you.” She lowered her wand. “Most wizards would kill me for my precious scales and hair, but you were gentle and kind towards both the hippocampus and Lily that I know you truly mean no harm.” Her (E/C) eyes pierced his, he felt a shiver go down his back. “And I admirer how you handled beats.” She cooed with her silver voice.

His face turned a bright red by her compliment.

“And you going to get out the water or are you going to stare at me with your mouth open like a codfish?” She charmed with a smile.

He nervously laugh then he climbed onto the deck, dipping water from his drenched clothing. He turned back to entertained sea creatures and watched with smile then turned back (H/C) siren.

“Might I ask what’s your name, how did you come by a wand and where did you learn to use it? And the name is Newt Scamander.” He curiously questioned as he sat down in front of her.

“My name is (Y/N) (L/N), the daughter of a wizard named (Y/F/N) and a siren named (Y/M/N) and a graduated student of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I lived on land with my parents from birth till age nineteen.”

Newt was greatly interested my (Y/N) and continued to ask more questions. “Did your mother create a spell or poison to live on land? And do you have to do the same thing?”

“My father was a brilliant poison maker, he created a poison for my mother so they could be together. I have no need for the poison, as soon as I’m no longer in water my tail transforms into legs and my gills disappear.” She gestured behind her ear and rib cage to where her gills were.

“Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.” He smiled, a beautiful white smile that created creases around his stunning hazel eyes. (WHAT COLOR ARE HIS EYES!HAZEL, GREEN, BLUE, GOLD?!)

“So what about you Newt? What’s your story?” She purred.

Newt became quite flustered with the flirtatious siren, something he rarely experienced, especially with someone so lovely as her.

“There’s not much to me.” He laught nervously “I’m a Magizoologist, I’m traveling the world to study magical creatures to help me write a novel of how to understand them as protect them, and I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

It was as if (Y/N)’s eyes were searching his to reveal if he meet ill will or he wasn’t who he said he was. This made Newt uncomfortable, not in a way that she would reveal something bad about himself, but in a way like staring at something so beautiful and bright it made his eyes hurt. Plus he wasn’t overly fond of eye contact.

(Y/N) not anything finding displeasing suggested with her silky voice, “Well Newt sense you appear to have a great interest in dolphins would you like to met more than one?”

His smiled a white, bright, and ecstatic smile. “I love to.”

(Y/N) smiled, happy he had accepted her offer. “Go ahead and take off your clothes beside you undergarments, get in the water, and I’ll call the dolphins towards us.”

Newt was a hesitant at first, but did what she said.

(Y/N) heard a splash behind her as she swam a few feet away from the dock, towards Rosie and Fred. She sang out an enchanting melody, it didn’t contain any lyrics just different beautiful pitches and tunes.

She has the most stunning voice Newt had ever heard. He now knew why it so easy for a siren to drown a man to death.

They saw in the distant a something jump up out of the water then back in.

“It’s interesting how they swim like that.” (Y/N) heard Newt say beside her.

“They travel in pods.” She stated

After a few minutes the dolphins arrived, they travel faster when they hear a siren’s call. There were twelve total not counting Rosie.

“These are bottlenose dolphins, I’ve known them since they were born.” (Y/N) loving cooed as one of them affectionately rubbed against her.

“Their magnificent!” Newt said in awe as he petted one’s back and another nudging its snout under his arm to grab his attention.

“Yes, yes I see you.” He laughter at the dolphin.

“His name is Percy, his one of the youngest of the pod and the other one you’re petting is named Georgia.” She said happily

“Well aren’t you beauty Georgia.” He hummed. The female dolphin squeaked as if she were saying thank you.

“They adore you Newt.”

Newt didn’t replied right away but blush heavily. “Well I adore them too.”

The siren, I guess one would say, was falling in love with him, which was not common for a siren to truly fall in love a wizard.

“Newt would you like to see them do a dance underwater? Well it’s more of coordinated swim.”

“They can do that!? Extraordinary! The muggle book nothing about that!” He asked amazed. “Oh and um.. yes I’d love to watch.”

They emerged themselves in the clear blue water. Newt thought (Y/N), if even possible, looked even more lovely underwater, with her hair flowing elegantly, the scales of her (F/C) fin shining brightly in the light, and her body moving gracefully through the water,

Newt snapped out of his daydreaming when in the corner of his eye he saw movement. The dolphins, along with Fred, were doing a graceful dance, like (Y/N) said, over and under around through and through. (just quoted a lullaby)

He wanted to watch more but his lungs disagreed. He was started to swim to the surface but a hand clasped onto his wrist, it was (Y/N). She came face to face with him and place her lips on his, blowing oxygen into his lungs. Even in the blue water she could she his vibrant red blush. She giggled sending out bubbles.

The dolphins were soon over with dance and Newt along with (Y/N) swam to the surface.

Newt stayed there throughout the rest of the day, learning as much as he could about dolphins and slowing falling in love with extraordinary young siren.

“(Y/N)” Newt softly hummed as they both watched the sunset while sitting on the beach with their waist still in the water. “(Y/N), would you be willing to travel with me around the world to study magical creatures.” Snapped her head towards Newt. “I know it’s a lot to ask for you leave your this place and your dolphins, but never meet someone like before, someone so kind towards creatures. You would make would make a wonderful partner, not it just for business.” He said. (Y/N) could tell he’d been thinking of this matter for awhile.

“Newt Scamander are you asking me to be your partner and confessing your feeling to me?” (Y/N) amusingly purred.

Newts expression turned bashful. “Well, yes. Like I said I think your a wonderful being and I think I’m falling in love with you.”

(Y/N) giggled as she gently pushed Newt down onto his back in the wet sand and caged his head between her hands.

“I’d be honored to be your travel partner and I think I’m falling in love with you too.” She whispered the last part as she brushed her nose with his and captured her lips with his in a deep passionate kiss.

They pulled away for some much needed air then they heard whining and squeaking behind them from Rosie and Fred cheering them on.

Both Newt and (Y/N) burst into laughter. “Well we must get going love we have much to explore and to discover.”

And this was just the being a great journey for the Magizoologist and the Siren.

The End

A/N- Hope you liked it and please give me feedback! :D

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dest-duhnee1  asked:

pls tell me some brilliantly cliche hallmark xmas movies to watch im begging


  1. Possibly my favorite is The Nine Lives of Christmas, which I found inexplicably charming and enjoyable. There’s a hot man, fireman banter, many cats, hot men holding cats!, a female character who actually prioritizes her success, and a male character who actually respects that. Incredible! 10/10 have this one saved on my dvr
  2. Holiday in Handcuffs is an ABC Family/now Freeform movie, but it will always be at the top of my list. The forced marriage plot….but with kidnapping??? Mario Lopez and Melissa Joan Hart??? How many times can I see this movie?? It’s illogical and ridiculous, and unlike any other TV movie. 11/10
  3. Christmas Under Wraps is possibly the most surreal made for TV movie I’ve ever seen. D.J. Tanner goes to Alaska, gives up her dreams, and with no explanation, Santa is real and pulling the strings. No questions are answered. It’s a winner. 10/10
  4. Starring the actor who played the shit Coleman Wasserman, he’s back for a much more cheery role in Christmas in Homestead. Our prototypical story—a successful woman with no soul learns the meaning of Christmas by falling in love with a grumpy but attractive small town boy—except this acting is half way decent. Coleman looks good in a quarter zip sweater. 9/10
  5. Crown for Christmas is a FAV. A New York woman takes a job as a governess for a princess and falls in love with the king of a small, made up European country. Wholesome fun. I like the main actress a lot, she’s believable and the only one they hire that’s vaguely ethnic looking. Like maybe she’s Italian. Better than the hoard of blondes. 9/10. She also stars in this less interesting, but still decent one (My Christmas Dream) where she plays a department store manager. Weird. 6/10. 
  6. I also love Baby’s First Christmas, which has a complicated plot and some REAL interesting banter. Worth it. 9/10. 
  7. A Princess for Christmas stars Katie McGrath and Sam Heughan, and even though he’s all buttoned up in this, he’s still pretty cute. The children are annoying, but overall, a classic. 8/10. 
  8. Looks like Christmas—unlike most Hallmark movies, they actually hired some actors who aren’t in their early 30s and shockingly, they can act. This one is full of banter and nearly believable performances. 8/10
  9. More fake engagements! I’ll watch them all!!! Holiday Engagement is an unconvincing but enjoyable one, where a woman hires a man to be her fiance after the real one dumps her. 8/10. Hitched for the Holidays takes it a step farther, and has a Jewish woman and a Catholic man fake a relationship for Christmas, so much religious bumbling ensues. The girl is extremely cute. 9/10. In The Mistletoe Promise, two mostly unlikable career people sign a very business like contract to fake a relationship for the holidays, but fall in love anyway! 6/10. I do love Snow Bride, in which a reporter pretending not to be a reporter pretends to be the fiance of a hot rich dude to make his brother jealous. Intrigue! 9/10. A December Bride has bad acting, but some decent bantering and a lot of cool Christmas decorations. 7/10. My Fake Fiance is great, but not Christmasy. 4/10.
  10. There’s something about this red head actress that I really like, I think it’s her voice? She talks in this bizarre way that makes her slightly less generic then the other white women they cast in these movies. So here are some of hers: Christmas List, another career woman learns the error of her sinful working ways via a small town man. 7/10. I’m Not Ready for Christmas, another career woman is cursed by Santa Clause to only tell the truth all Christmas season. A dark but ultimately heartwarming movie. 8/10. In A Merry Mix Up, she’s supposed to go to her fiance’s house for Christmas but accidentally goes to a strangers. Ridiculous! There’s a lot of weird clock imagery! 9/10.
  11. Broadcasting Christmas is Melissa Joan Hart’s newest contribution to the franchise. She actually has some chemistry with this actor. Wacky hijinks, as always, ensue. 7/10.
  12. In yet another movie about women fall in love on public transportation, in A Christmas Detour, D.J. falls in love with a surly bartender when her flight to her fiance’s house gets snowed in. Another is One Starry Christmas, which includes a cowboy….classic. 8/10. 
  13. More movies about one person trying to shut down a Christmas-y business, and the other person stopping them by falling in love: Christmas Incorporated, which features a toy factory and Darcy from Degrassi. 6/10. Christmas Cookies, which features a COOKIE factory and some decent banter. 8/10. Christmas Land, which features a Christmas theme park. 7/10. Let it Snow features D.J. and a Christmas themed hotel. 7/10. I’m gonna count The Christmas Parade, which includes a children’s art center being shut down. 6/10. In Hats Off to Christmas, Hillary Duff’s sister’s Santa hat selling business is in peril. Absurd performances. There’s a pumpkin carving contest? And a go cart race? Vaguely surreal. 6/10. 
  14. A Bride for Christmas and A Boyfriend for Christmas sound the same, but they are NOT. In Bride, they rip off How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and it’s decently entertaining. 8/10. In Boyfriend, there’s a completely illogical plot involving a potentially real Santa Clause and a creepy dude appearing on a girl’s doorstep as her present. Some fake relationship stuff in this one, plus the surreal Santa aspects, give it a 8/10
  15. And of course there’s Family for Christmas, which will haunt me for the rest of my life. Upsetting and at the end, all the children basically die. Dark Hallmark channel. 2/10.
The One with All the Candy

Title: The One with All the Candy

Summary: Christmas has become just another day for Dean, not worth celebrating. Donna, on the other hand, loves Christmas. Can she instill him with the Holiday Spirit by Christmas Day?

12 Days of Dean and Donna: A Christmas Story

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  2279

Warnings: nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), Donna feels insecure about her sexual abilities

Author’s Notes: Thank you @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your always invaluable help. Written for the 12 Days of Christmas Challenge from @waywardlullabies. Day 7 of 12 Days of Christmas, Prompt: Stockings + Candy

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A Date Like No Other: Part Two

Originally posted by theatremama

Author’s Note: This is just a filler chapter. It’s really boring in my opinion, but I have a few things in stored for you guys if you are interested.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: none

Previous Part: here

The view out of your hotel window was picture worthy as the sun was held high in the bright, blue sky. A warm breeze blew throughout the city, making the trees dance with the wind. New York City’s skyline was not peaceful but welcoming, as the sounds of millions of people’s lives accompanied the view.

Releasing a content sigh, you snuggled further into the chair you sat in as you watched the New York skyline. You were trying to get your mind off of time, as time ticked by slowly. Chris was supposed to pick you up at 2pm and it was 1:54pm. You were anxiously ready, hands gripping the strap of your purse.

Something about people watching always calmed down your nerves. You saw so many people go different ways with their own intentions. Each one of them had their own stories, their own goals, their own intentions, their own lives. You played with your scarf again, before smoothing down your cardigan.

Your nerves were getting the better of you. This was your second ‘date’ with Chris, and you didn’t want to mess it up. You knew that so many would kill for this opportunity, and you didn’t have alcohol running through your veins to help guide you. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize that time was passing by. Your heart jumped when you heard a knock at your door.

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anonymous asked:

drabble request! Could you do a post break up with Ron Hermione like right after the war with Charlie? NSFW They are one of my more obscure otps, along with cemione

“This isn’t working.”

The words tumbled out of her before she could really examine them, almost in a panicked rush – like she understood that if she didn’t say it now, then by the time she realized she should, it would be far too late. Ron froze where he sat on the couch beside her. His eyes didn’t leave the television – he’d gotten very into football, since she’d introduced him to it – and for a moment she wondered if he hadn’t heard her.

But then he spoke. His voice was a whisper, ragged, like his heart was shattering. “I know.”

Hell, maybe his heart was shattering. She felt like hers was, too. Feeling tears sting her eyes, she slumped against the couch, pressing her fingertips against them to try and keep from embarrassing herself. Within seconds, she was gathered into his arms, tucked into his chest as she cried. 

She could hear him crying, too. It wasn’t fair, really. How could two people want something to happen so badly – and then it just didn’t? Love was capricious and cruel. 

She wanted nothing more to do with it.

Ron picked the pieces of himself back up, first, as he always did. It was a weird few months after the break-up, and she wasn’t going to lie to herself and say she didn’t feel a stab of jealousy when he began dating Luna. She liked to think it was okay as long as she didn’t act on it, and examined it long enough to realize that it was an infantile reaction.

Which it really was. She couldn’t possibly demand that she not have him and that no one else have him, either. A small part of her was happy for the both of them, and she could only hope that it would eventually grow larger than the part of her that wasn’t.

As for her, she dated no one, and threw herself into her job.

Romania was cold

Her boss had selected her to accompany him there to discuss the possible procurement of dragon eggs – someone up in the Highlands wanted to breed some, but unfortunately there weren’t any dragon experts to provide any details as to whether or not that would be feasible. It would be cheaper than importing them, though, so the Ministry was eager to see if it was possible.

And Hermione Granger was going because she was best friends with the brother of one of the leading experts in the field. Naturally. Did it matter that she only saw him on the occasional Christmas? 

Apparently not.

“There he is,” she told her boss, pointing at the patch of red hair in the distance. Charlie was unmistakable, even from a distance – burly and so covered in freckles that he almost looked tan. He was much shorter than the other Weasley boys, she recalled, only a few inches taller than her instead of the usual towering twelve inches of difference.

“Good,” Halfweather puffed. He was a heavy-set man, and the trek up into the mountains – they couldn’t allow Apparating too close, for safety reasons – had rendered him into a sweaty, red-faced mess. 

Charlie turned and waved at them, and Hermione waved back. As she approached, she smiled. “Hi Charlie. Thanks for meeting with us.”

“Anything for family,” he said, promptly, his teeth flashing white. She felt her cheeks heat a bit; since her break-up with Ron, the other Weasleys had gone to incredible lengths to assure her that she was still an honorary Weasley, whether she married in or not. As his eyes shifted to her boss, he extended a hand. “Charlie Weasley.”

“Argle Halfweather. That’s quite the hike,” her boss gasped, clasping Charlie’s hand and pumping it. “I trust you got my owls about the situation?”

“Yep. And the highlands might be a bit chilly for this species. I’ll go over the numbers with you, but if it’s too cold, the eggs won’t incubate properly. Even with artificial heating, the young wouldn’t grow up as strong, either.” A roar tore through the mountains, making Hermione jump and swallow a surprised squeak. Charlie chuckled, and cocked his head to indicate a building a few hundred yards away. “Let’s go inside and work the numbers, hey?”

The discussion lasted for longer than Hermione’s interest – mostly because a lot of it was Charlie patiently repeating the breed’s limitations while her boss tried to figure out a way to make the proposal work. When it started to get too cyclical, she excused herself and headed outside to take a walk.

The building overlooked a basin that was a breeding grounds, and for a moment she just meandered along the edge of the cliffs, watching the females wander around. Fascinated, she watched as some of them nosed against each other. She was pretty sure that in the wild, dragons hadn’t lived in anything resembling packs, but ever since landing on the endangered watch list about fifty years back, wizards had begun to take more care to ensure they were procreating. She wondered if this was simply a result of those needs.

“Half of them are pregnant.”

Startling a bit at his voice, she turned, her hand clasped around her neck. Shooting him a chiding look, she glanced around for her boss. When she didn’t see him, she turned back to the females. “Only half?”

Only? That’s an amazing success rate, thank you very much,” he huffed, mock-offended. 

“Is it? My apologies. It’s just that it sounds so unimpressive,” she retorted, laughing when he threw a hand over his heart and stumbled back, as if wounded. “So where are the males?”

“Oh, scattered,” he chuckled, indicating the mountains. “They don’t share very well.”

“So, when do they lay the eggs?”

“Sometime in the next month,” he said. “My best guess is a little less than twenty days, but I know one of them will probably be early, judging by how quickly she threw her nest together.”

“Nest,” Hermione repeated. “What do they put in them?”

He opened his mouth to explain, and then closed it, shooting her a sidelong look of mischief. “Want to see?”

“Is it safe?”

“It is if you’re with me,” he said, grandly, and she scoffed a bit. Flashing another easy grin, he started around the edge of the basin, waving her along after him. “Come on.”

They picked their way along the edge, Hermione slowing substantially as the path thinned dangerously. But Charlie skipped along the narrow cliff with the effortless ease of someone who walked it several times a day. She was torn between trying to keep up and not wanting to trip and fall arse over teakettle to her death. 

Her will to live won out, and he ended up waiting impatiently for her at the entrance to a cavern. “Any day, now.”

“If I fall to my death, you can explain that to the Boy Who Lived. And your mum,” she called back. When she finally made it to him, she sighed with relief. She was not relishing the walk back. It was better than flying anywhere, but not by very much. 

He drew his wand as he stepped into the cavern, spinning it around in his fingertips.

“What, are you showing off?” she demanded, laughing again. He flashed another smile, but stopped, looking a little sheepish. She was still chuckling as he cast lumos and led her down one of the tunnels. It looked like it had just naturally formed this way, but the uniformity of the tunnel’s measurements seemed to indicate that it had been man-made, just with a cave aesthetic

Casting her own lumos, she followed him carefully. 

After about ten minutes, he slowed a bit. “It’s coming up,” he whispered. “She should be out in the basin with the other females, but just in case, keep quiet.”

When they turned into the little cave, though, it was empty. The nest reminded her of a bird’s nest, if a bird was a hundred feet high and had a carrying capacity of several hundred pounds. Branches, fur, soft grasses, even some stolen bits of cloth from someone human – they were all piled in the corner.

“I thought there was supposed to be gold, or something.”

“No, that’s for mating. The males make those,” Charlie responded, gingerly entering the little cavern and looking proudly at the nest. “They want it to look vibrant and shiny to attract mates. Those nests don’t last longer than a season.”

He stopped, suddenly, and cocked his head, his eyes scanning the cave. Calmly, he placed a hand on her shoulder and steered her towards the far end of the cave, into a little alcove. 


Raising a finger to his lips, he tucked her firmly into the alcove, putting his body between her and the cave. 

Then she heard the breathing. Sucking in a harsh breath, she tried to calm the rapid beating of her heart as the breathing and clambering came closer, and closer, and finally entered that very same cave. Just around his arm, she could see the massive form of the dragon moving to the corner to inspect her nest, and she sucked in another breath and held it.

They had nowhere to go if she realized she had intruders and decided she didn’t like them being there.

She knew her eyes were wide as saucers as she looked up at him. In the pale blue light of her wand, he looked calm, his finger still raised to his lips. He even smiled a little, and she felt some of the panic leech out of her.

As it did, she became poignantly aware of how close they were.

If she moved so much as a millimeter, she’d end up pressed against him. Awkwardly, she tried to press back against the alcove a bit, but there was nowhere to go. She found herself staring at his collarbones, peeking out from the collar of his shirt. They stood out in sharp relief above a broad, powerful chest, and she began to fidget as her thoughts easily carried her to somewhere she’d much rather they hadn’t. Charlie was kind of like a brother.

Well, maybe not that close. Like a cousin. Or something.

It was definitely strange to think about him in any sort of sexual capacity, that was for sure. She felt her face began to heat, and hoped that the blue glow of the wands would make it less apparent. 

She heard some rustling echoing through the cave, and her mind went blank when Charlie leaned in, putting his lips against her ear. He breathed the words, careful to be quiet. “She’s checking to make sure it’s perfect. She’ll do this four or five times a day and fix any perceived imperfections, obsessively, until she lays.”

Swallowing, she tried to jerk a nod to indicate she’d heard. He didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t move away, either.

Finally, she turned her head to see what he was doing, and froze when he did the same, their faces lining up just centimeters from each other. His eyes scanned hers for a moment as he went still, and for a second her thoughts went completely haywire: Oh my God, he’s going to kiss me

But he straightened, and she sucked in a shaky breath as the space between them increased to a few inches, again. 

The dragon finished her business and lumbered back out, and they waited there for another tense minute to be sure she was well and truly gone. Then he eased out of the alcove, and she shot past him, desperate for a little more space. They avoided each other’s eyes as he murmured, “Let’s head back.”

“Mm-hm,” she agreed, her voice a little high-pitched.

The trek back to the opening of the cavern was silent and extremely awkward. He waited at the opening, offering her a sheepish smile before picking his way along the thin strip of cliffside. 

Her yelp whipped him around. She’d stumbled, and she hadn’t fallen, but was clinging to the wall of rock in terror. 

“You alright?” he called, heading towards her.

“Yeah,” she managed, her face turning bright red. “Sorry, I tripped over this stupid… Sorry, I’m fine. Really.” He continued approaching her, anyway.

“Be careful. I really, really don’t want to explain your disappearance to my mum,” he joked.

She nodded, casting a pained look down the cliff. “I really just hate heights.”

“Oh yeah, you do,” he murmured, frowning. “I’d actually forgotten that. Why didn’t you say something earlier?”

Shrugging weakly, she managed a tight smile. “I wanted to see a dragon nest.”

Sighing theatrically, he clapped her on the shoulder. “Alright, come on. Do you want to grab the back of my shirt?” he offered, reaching behind himself and pulling it off his broad, muscled back. “That way, if you fall, you can take me with you.”

“That does make the spiteful, petty part of me feel a bit better.” She gripped the fabric, breathing a little easier for the anchor. 

As soon as they made it back to solid ground, she let him go, and he turned to face her. She could see from his face that he was gearing up to ask about that moment in the cave, and she steeled herself for it. “Hermione,” he began, but stopped short, looking faintly bewildered. 

She just stared at him, silent.

Finally, he asked, “How’s Ron?”

Blinking at the sudden shift, she stumbled through her answer. “Oh, he’s uh, he’s fine, he’s planning on proposing to Luna soon, actually. I figure it’s safe to tell you since you can’t ruin the surprise from all the way out here.”

Nodding, he smiled. “Good. That’s good. I’m glad. Good for him.”


He turned to head back around the basin, and she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed that he’d apparently lost his nerve. As she was warring with herself over it, she took a step forward to follow him, and that’s when he whipped around and gripped her chin, holding it steady as he pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and warm, and so utterly shocking that she felt like she’d been doused in ice water. She froze up a bit, responding slowly.

He pulled back before she could fully relax into it, still holding her chin. He was looking at her as though she’d just revealed herself to be a three-headed serpent, frowning as he considered her. She knew she just looked surprised, her eyes wide and her lips parted.

“Huh,” he finally said. “How about that.”

Then he let her go, and she just stood there and stared at his back as he turned to head back to the building. 

Through a feminist lens: Disney Channel's "K.C. Undercover"

In case you were wondering, the reason why you probably haven’t heard of K.C. Undercover is because it’s the newest show on…Disney Channel. Why, you may ask, am I reviewing a show on Disney Channel? Do I - dare I say it - watch Disney Channel?! In one word, yes. It’s a problem. But that’s a conversation for another day.

I’ve taken a particular interest in K.C. due to it being not only a show with a female lead who (literally) kicks butt, but also the only Disney show centered on a family of color since Wizards of Waverly Place and the only Disney show centered on a black family since That’s So Raven. Though the pilot hasn’t officially aired, I was able to watch it early on the Watch Disney app (yep, I have that on my iPhone; no shame). So, without further ado, here are some of my thoughts on the K.C. pilot.

Yes, that’s Zendaya. If you haven’t listened to her debut album, DO IT.

Black representation

To my surprise, K.C. isn’t riddled with stereotypes about black families (unlike every Tyler Perry comedy). The family is upper-middle-class, made up of two employed parents, a mother and father, both accountants; an older daughter; and a younger son - in other words, pretty much like every other (cough cough white) family on Disney Channel. Well, except that they’re secretly spies. NBD. Most of all, I’m happy that the predominantly privileged, white producers over at Disney Channel didn’t try to incorporate their strange interpretation of “urban slang” into the script.

K.C., the daughter, attends a predominantly white high school, but that hasn’t been dealt with explicitly yet. In the first episode, the only POC outside of her family with whom she has prolonged interaction is a rival black male teen spy. They find themselves instantly attracted to each other, which makes me wonder if Disney decided to choose a black character for K.C.’s first love interest in order to further diversify the cast, or if they assumed that of course a black girl would be attracted to a black guy. In any case, black women on TV are often romantically paired with white men (Annalise and Sam in How to Get Away with Murder, Olivia and Fitz in Scandal, etc.), and it’s great to see Disney creating black characters outside of K.C.’s immediate family.

This is the rival spy. Sadly, we probably won’t see too much more of him.

Feminism & gender stereotypes

K.C.’s parents invite her to join their spy missions because she’s a frickin’ genius. Actually, though. She’s a perfect student, does robotics for fun, and apparently fitted her family’s house with solar panels. The fact that Disney made K.C. a girl in STEM is the coolest thing ever, IMO; if anyone needs an extra push into math and science, it’s the preteen girls watching Disney Channel.

Oh, and did I mention that K.C. is a black belt in karate? The show opens with an epic showdown between her and an adult spy dude, and obviously she kicks his ass…in a sexy evening gown and heels, no less.

Basically, K.C. is Disney Channel’s best female role model: brave, super good at math, physically tough, and hella assertive.

Whoops, time to run - gotta go be a supermodelsuperspy. 

On the other hand, K.C.’s best friend Marisa is her polar opposite: a super party girl who does badly in school and cares only about boys and clothes. (This isn’t a surprise; Disney Channel is riddled with girls like this.) The show’s heteronormativity issues start with Marisa, who tries desperately to get K.C. to act more like a stereotypical girl. When K.C. finally decides to attend a school dance (secretly because she needs to spy on the hot teen spy dude), Marisa grabs a bunch of dresses and cries, “It’s a girl!”, as if a) girls need to be interested in feminine pursuits like fashion, and b) ONLY girls can get excited for dressing up. However, K.C. basically rolls her eyes at this reaction, encouraging the audience to do the same.

Nerdy vs. popular

Traditionally, Disney Channel has treated academically-motivated kids with disdain. If a character studies hard and gets stellar grades, they’re usually ridiculed by their peers (see Farkle and his nerd buddies in Girl Meets World, Ravi in Jessie, and Kevin Covais’ character on Good Luck Charlie, just to name a few examples). Fortunately, Disney flips the script in K.C. - even though K.C. can be socially awkward like most Disney nerds, she gains confidence in herself and learns how to embrace her inner goddess, attracting her crush, making the “popular” girls jealous with her beauty, and breaking into an impressive tango routine at the school dance.

Yep, this what Disney Channel nerds usually look like. Nice sweater, bro.

Marisa, the kind of character who we’re supposed to look up to on Disney Channel shows, instead comes across as pretty silly. (Disney REALLY wants make this idea blatantly clear for viewers, even giving Marisa the line, “Studying: bad. Partying: good!”) The one issue I have with the show’s portrayal of Marisa is what I call “slut-shaming lite”: even though you never see her even kissing a guy, and nobody directly calls her out for her boy obsession, it’s obvious that we’re not supposed to take her too seriously. In one scene, she comes into a room with a guy for some “alone time,” and once she sees K.C. and the other teen spy in the room, she leaves to give them privacy, prompting the spy dude to joke that Marisa must not be very good at school. Why, spy dude? Are girls not allowed to party and be smart, huh?!

Weight & disability

When K.C. is in the school cafeteria, she sits next to a fat girl in a wheelchair who’s sitting alone, assuming that the girl is probably lonely. Suddenly, a bunch of the “popular” girls storm in and sit with the girl, who had been reserving their seats, and the girl starts bitching out K.C. for stereotyping people with disabilities. In one fell swoop, Disney Channel tackles the pervasive assumptions that kids who are fat and/or have a disability are outcasts and that all people with disabilities are “nice.” Even though typecasting the overweight girl as the brassy/sassy fat chick - popularized in contemporary film by Rebel Wilson & Melissa McCarthy - was a little disappointing, the show’s representation (and humanization!) of people with disabilities made my heart swell three sizes (too late for a Christmas reference?).


Aaaaaand that’s it. Usually I wouldn’t recommend Disney Channel shows to anyone (seriously), but so far, K.C. Undercover is pretty entertaining, and it’s exactly what the current white-washed Disney Channel needs. I’m not sure if the show will have staying power, since the writing and plot aren’t spectacular, but honestly, as long as it outlasts goddamn Dog with a Blog, I’ll be happy.

P.S. The (awesome) theme song for the show should drop on January 15. You can check out a preview of it in the show’s promo.

Ons Light Novel 3 Chapter 2

Title: In the Absence of the Demon

Disclaimer: This is a fan-made translation from Chinese translations! Please go easy and enlighten us on any mistakes or deviations from the original light novel. All credit goes to the original author and illustrators. - Hyaka and Kuro Shion


‘This is Ichinose Guren-sama.’

This was heard in one of the classroom of First Shibuya High School.

Until recently, everyone here should have been an enemy.

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The feminist Rudolph takedown you never knew you always needed
My friend Michael Whitney is one of the best feminists and funniest people I know. For Christmas, he wrote a takedown of the Rudolph claymation special that is absolutely brilliant, and I asked if I could share it with you. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Happy holidays!smooches, kate12 Fucked Up Things About Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer I just watched the claymation version of Rudolph for the first time in a while the other day, and I can confidently say it’s a tool of a patriarchal capitalist oligarchy.   This is just stupid, mostly, but the more I wrote the angrier I got about how messed up this story is and how laden with capitalist and patriarchal undertones and I kind of hate myself for writing so much about it. But there we were, 6pm Christmas Eve, and I had like 800 words about this.   Sorry.   Here are 12 fucked up things about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.


1. Plainly, the movie is ableist. A red nose is considered a disability from birth; Rudolph was only given a chance because they could use his nose during a crisis. Christmastown’s root discomfort with Rudolph’s identity remains unresolved. He is only used to further the town’s capitalist endeavors.
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2. Rudolph is forced into the closet with his red nose, as his father, Donner, attempts to mask his son’s nose with dirt. 
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3. Meanwhile, no one seems to care that there’s a reindeer named Fireball with a shock of blonde hair, like he’s also not some kind of misnamed different kind of reindeer.
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4. Female reindeer in the cartoon are depicted with lighter fur and without antlers, made to resemble their white-tail deer cousins and stripped of their true reindeer identities.
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5. Further, only cis-gendered male reindeer are allowed to fly the sleigh. None of the female reindeer are even given a chance to train.
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6. When Donner goes out to find Rudolph, “Mrs. Donner,” who apparently doesn’t have a first name, offers to come with. As told by the narrator, “Mrs. Donner wanted to go along, naturally.  But Donner said no, this is man’s work.”
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  7. After Rudolph saves his family from the Abominable Snow Monster, Donner says they need to “get the women back to Christmas town.”   Motherfucker, you were one of the ones captured by the Bumble and your cast-out son had to save you. Don’t deflect to the women. 
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8. Hermey the Elf is given the false choice of making toys he doesn’t want to make, or being fired in an economy in which there is only one job function for his species. He is fired, and cast out into the Arctic to fend for himself.
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9. Yet Hermey’s motivation for leaving his indentured servitude is to join a bourgeois class, and begins to identify not by his name nor his status as an elf, but as a “dentist” – his aspirational position. 
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10. The Island of Misfit Toys itself is a place of exile of disabled toys and toys with nontraditional identities. As the origin is all from the elves’ workshop at Christmastown, it is through errors on the workshop floor that the toys became unwanted and then exiled to the Island of Misfit Toys. 
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Yet when Rudolph and Hermey – two non-toy outcasts from the same place – arrive at the Island, they are only allowed to stay one night because they’re not toys. “How do you like that? Even among misfits you’re a misfit,” said Yukon Cornelius. The trauma and struggle endured by the toys have left them raw and vulnerable and distrustful of those who can be united in solidarity against the oppressors at Christmastown.   11. Hermey extracts the Bumble’s teeth, rendering the native beast powerless and unable to eat on his own. Then Yukon tackles him, and ends up enslaving him to serve the capitalist Christmas enterprise he so despises. Yukon brings the Bumble into Santa’s workshop and forces the defenseless animal to put the star on the tree – representing the cherry on top of the total enslavement of the native in service of the conquering colonialists.
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12. Yukon Cornelius, an interloper capitalist explorer, shifts his sights downward in his exploration and mining. When he first meets Rudolph and Hermey, he says he’s looking for gold. He then changes his mind later:

Yukon Cornelius: You’re going to stay with me and we’ll all be rich with the biggest silver strike this side of Hudson Bay. Silverrrrrrr! 

But by the end of the movie, he considers peppermint sufficient – and deludes himself that it really is what he’s been looking for:

Yukon Cornelius: Peppermint! What I’ve been searching for all my life! I’ve struck it rich! I’ve got me a peppermint mine! Wahooooo! 

Yukon’s degrading aspirations represent the working class’s dwindling prospects at prosperity; his initial search for precious minerals winds up with him settling for a fictitious flavoring that will still end up exploiting the land.
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~~*~~   Jesus Christ I can’t believe I wrote all of this.   Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.   Michael
16 Reasons One Direction Are on Top of the Stadium Rock Game
Boy band's performance at New Jersey's MetLife Stadium proves their supremacy

1. For the past five years, the world’s biggest pop group has been the world’s biggest classic-rock band, doing their “Baba O'Riley” remake every night for 60,000 screaming girls. “People like us don’t get to play stages like this,” Harry Styles said last night at New Jersey’s MetLife Stadium, and he’s right. Strange but true: One Direction are on top of the classic-rock stadium-band pyramid these days.

2. Harry and Louis are the Stevie and Lindsey of the mermaid-tattoo-era stadium-rock eye-contact game. Louis’ eyes are dark, intense, controlling, with a surly “damn your love, damn your life” edge. Harry’s eyes say “I hear the darkness you’re expressing and it’s important to me but my heart tells me to twirl right now,” so he twirls and touches his hair. The brooding look vs. the beatific twirl. When one of them gets happy, the other gets wistful. When one of them gets bitchy, the other gets sugary. I could watch them sing together for hours. I could probably watch them do laundry for hours. (I doubt they do laundry.)

3. One Direction played MetLife Stadium a year ago to the day, and they were great that night—but very different, and nowhere near as great. 1D are massively better as a foursome, because their personalities all have much more room. Last year they were so competitive for stage time — Niall and Zayn seemed to be auditioning for their solo careers. Harry spent much of the 2014 show with his mop wrapped up in a headband — obviously ambivalent about the onstage traffic jam. (Harry covering his hair onstage is like Stevie Nicks in sweatpants.) Tonight, the hair was free, and Harry’s hair is always the window into his soul. Without Zayn they have to work harder — they’re all singing more lines and patrolling more turf — but they’re needy boys and they like it that way.

4. Harry Styles, master of the power flounce. For a band that formed on TV, 1D are not done justice by video, because Harry is a performer you have to see live. The way he covers space is insane — imagine if Mick Jagger had the warm and benign heart of Paul McCartney, cast under a magic spell by Stevie Nicks, and you’re about halfway there. Every limb of his body is an instrument he uses to express to girls how happy he is to bask in their presence. He uses his arms, he uses his legs, he uses his style and he uses his sidestep. He’s in a pop-star zone where he can seem totally self-adoring and cosmically benevolent at the same time.

5. Literally the first thing Louis does onstage is run to the corner and wave up to the nosebleed seats in the upper deck, a mile in the sky with only a side view. He’ll take care of the fans up front later, but his first order of business is making sure the cheap seats get noticed.

6. Harry announces, “You’re lovely to be in here. We can see you at the top. We can see you up in the back. You’re a beautiful, beautiful bunch of people.” So much of 1D’s brilliance is convincing everyone they can see the crowd, despite all the glaring lights in their faces. The key line in their new smash “Drag Me Down”: “All these lights can’t blind me.”

7. The screaming is like two and a half hours inside a jet engine, but in a good way. Loudest moment: The climactic shriek in “Midnight Memories.” Runner up: when the video screen show’s Harry’s boots.

8. Harry’s twirl game explodes in the second chorus of “No Control” — he romps off to his corner and spins in circles. He’s not singing, he’s not up on the video screen, just going into his happy place. During “Diana,” he went for a sprint down the catwalk and back, for no reason. Dude’s been on his feet 90 minutes at this point.

It’s like watching the footage of Secretariat running the Belmont Stakes in 1973 — he’s 31 lengths ahead of the other horses, but he speeds up madly for the final stretch because he’s so in love with being fast. That’s what it’s like watching Harry work a stadium. You instinctively think, “Dude, save some for later,” but the whole physiology of saving some for later is alien to the Harry lifeform. The harder he works to give every drop of his Harry-osity away, the more of it he has. Watching Harry spit water and touch his hair makes me want to be a better person.

9. Speaking of twirling, we know from the gossip columns that Harry is a hardcore Stevie Nicks fan — he even baked her a birthday cake. Why haven’t we seen pictures of this cake?

10. These boys love the whole 1970s rock thing — they call this tour On the Road Again, which should be the name of a double-vinyl live album from a 1974-era Southern AOR sextet who sing about rockin’ down the highway. The tour program has the size and heft of an LP, full of Time Fades Away–style black-and-white pics of boys near amps. The classic-rock-as-teen-pop thing is so avant-garde, the rest of the music world still hasn’t found a way to imitate it. Their Fleetwood Mac homage “Fireproof” even nails the precise John McVie bass throb.

11. After “Fireproof,” Harry takes a bow at center stage — he bends all the way at the waist and then whips his hair up to high noon. Hair flip of the night.

12. Niall has really grown — his guitar used to seem like a shield he hid behind, but he was killing it from the first song (“Clouds,” where he takes such visible pride in playing the Wings guitar hook and looks around to see if his bandmates noticed) to the last (“Best Song Ever,” where he air-keyboards to the Townshend synth intro).

13. 1D talked a lot about how much they love their best song, “No Control.” “You’re the greatest fans in the world because you all fell in love with a song called ‘No Control,’” Liam yelled. “You made it your own!” When they asked the crowd to yell out their favorite song on Four, everyone in my section yelled “No Control.” Is this even an issue?

14. A year ago, there were basically no males — no dads, no dates. I saw more guys onstage than in the crowd. It’s different now — 1D have achieved their longtime goal of conquering the dads. Maybe it was that Vine clip of Louis and Harry and Ron Wood their daughters made them watch over Christmas — a six-second tutorial in what friendship is all about, a Vine I have re-watched and shed tears over and re-enacted and only rarely felt silly about loving — but the dads were here, often wearing T-shirts their daughters made. My faves were “This 1D Dad Is Larry AF” and “Maddy’s Dad Loves No Control.” 1D have achieved this without compromising their core mission, which is singing to girls about how excellent they (the girls) are and how fortunate they (the boys) are.

(That Vine: Louis shares a mic with Ron Wood, Louis knows how much Harry loves the Stones, so Louis slides over to make room for Harry to shimmy next to Ron Wood. This is one of my 10 favorite moments of Ron Wood’s life and I own three of his solo records.)

15. Favorite fan signs: “You Are Currently Attending My Sweet Sixteen,” “Harry Smile! Your Happiness Is The Most Important Thing In My Life.”

16. When 1D blew up, nobody — not even people who liked them — figured they’d be anything more than 16 to 18 months of kicks. What the band and their fans have built over the past five years is unique. If the girls sound cocky and vindicated when they scream, they should. And 1D are brilliant because they know exactly who’s in charge.


You are MINE as I am YOURS 

“I thought it was a dream. I don’t usually dream often. What kind of dream lasts this long?” - JH

It’s not a dream, though, it does seem that Christmas might have come 11 months earlier this year! I’ve pinched myself sadistically several times already and the same thing still keeps appearing on my computer screen. However, just in case this was all a dream after all, PLEASE, someone tell me which drugs induced it and where I can get them? Have they perhaps become available on Yesasia? This scene, those first 10 minutes of episode 15, is the reason for the existence of my proverbial smelling salts - the arrival of a kdrama male lead who knows how to make the most of the full potential of that expensive, enormous king size bed of his and use it for the purpose it was originally designed! I think the upcoming dramas can just stop trying because the 2015 winner of the most romantic, swoonworthy moment has already been decided! I didn’t expect this explicitness from SJN since the bed scenes in her works are usually of the vague and chaste kind. I imagine what happened off-screen must have been of the HBO/Starz quality - I mean, all that pent-up desire, that huge bed, no neighbors in the vicinity to worry about, the cold bringing the need for body heat…hmm,suddenly an abandoned factory doesn’t sound as such a bad place to live… 

I don’t know who decided to cast JCW opposite PMY but that person deserves a medal because she/her is a genius. Together they share a rare kind of chemistry which electrifies the very air between them and fills it with sparkles; THEY MAKE THE LOVESTORY FEEL REAL and that’s an art on it’s own not every pairing is capable of! From the very first second the camera focuses on YS and JH lying on the bed, you BELIEVE that they are LOVERS IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD, you BELIEVE they’ve spend the whole night making love to each other, whispering endearments and silent promises, holding each other in the darkness of the night; with their touches wordlessly conveying all the emotions and answering all questions they are not ready to voice just yet…

The sight of YS’s and JH’s clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor while they’re both lying in each other’s arms, their bodies interwined in the afterglow of their lovemaking and basking in the celestial light, reminds me of a painting masterpiece - a stolen moment between two lovers, spellbinding and magical in its intimacy, as if the time momentarily stopped for them (and lying among those white fluffy covers and pillows they appear as if they were flying on their personal cloud nine). How does a man react when he wakes up to the image of his beloved holding onto his injured hand while her gentle touch’s proving to be more healing than the bandage? He holds her wrist with his own hand to make sure she does NOT let go! SWOON! The expression on JH’s face speaks volumes - it’s a mix of bewilderment, disbelief and wonder - he’s awestruck by the fact that THIS ALL IS REALLY HAPPENING. Every woman should have a JH of her own - someone to watch her with such reverence, a man who would look at her as if she was the greatest mystery he needs to solve, as if she was the most fascinating and the most precious thing in the world to him. He keeps watching her intently so he wouldn’t miss any intake of her breath, any flutter of her eyelashes,… - literally devouring the woman he has loved so thoroughly, while not even daring to blink as if he feared she was merely an illusion, which could disappear in the morning light. 

JH’s been starved for love for so long, both physical and emotional, that now, when he finally has someone to hold, he can’t get enough of this newfound closeness. That’s why he turns into such sad, disappointed puppy after YS turns away from him -  not even a second goes by and he already feels deprived of her touch. Every gesture speaks of his need and yearning for physical intimacy and it must be soul-stirring for him to realize that YS feels the same - she only needs a slight nudge from him to roll back into his arms, instinctively following his lead. OMG! The sheer intimacy with which he touches her body (showing a knowledge of it only a lover would know), while positioning her in the crook of his neck and pulling her arm around his torso, so their bodies would touch as much as humanly possible; because touching and holding her proves to him that this is all real! Each touch, even the most simple one, an exploration and a caress on their own - possessive, protective and loving. And when he falls back to sleep with her being securely tugged in his arms and enfolded in his embraces, you know, he wants to bring her with him to the dreamland as well, too loathe to be parted from her even in his dreams. After YS wakes up, the first thing she does is to reach out for him and in that moment JH lets her see the deepest recesses of his heart - a heartwrenchingly open and vulnerable look full of longing, awe, love and fear while awaiting her reaction. 

And then she smiles at him and they both disappear under the sheets and there is a lot of movement and what happens under it is edited out because it can’t be suitable for audience under 15, plus no sane censor in South Korea would leave it in anyway. But everyone out there knows what this means - ENCORE!


This is a sneak peek for the precious @dorabellatrix​ from me, your OQ Secret Santa. :D  @secretsantaandsmores​! This work is still in progress (This One has consumed my writing time for the past two weeks), so please forgive my tardiness in completing your story.

I hope you are recovering, feeling better and have been able to enjoy your Christmas. Please know you are continually in my thoughts and prayers as you recuperate.

*Outlaw Queen, Hood Mills family, Swan Queen brotp and Charming/Mills family moments. 

She’s never minded the cold, has actually embraced it over the years, reveling in the sensation of allowing it to soothe her inner fire and calm overheated nerves. And today is no different, even though no demons have resurfaced nor any fireballs been summoned. Regina’s nose and feet are a bit too chilly for comfort, but that’s nothing she can’t handle, not when she’s surrounded by laughter and the occasional stray snowball whizzing by, the three males in her life knowing better than to lob one in her direction.

Then there’s a tug on her coat, and she turns to the youngest member of their family who now stands waist-high. She holds her gloved hand palm up, her lucid green eyes wide with wonder at the intricate patterns made by a cluster of freshly fallen snow.

“No two are alike, Elena,” Regina explains, her movements fluid and sure as she smiles down at the child’s uninhibited awe, wiping snow from her daughter’s glasses with a gloved finger. “Every snowflake that falls is unique.”

The girl stills and looks up at her, the question readable in her eyes before her hands move to speak.

Just like people?

Unique doesn’t begin to describe her daughter by choice and circumstance, and Regina swallows hard as she kneels to twirl long, nearly white-blonde locks through her fingers, watching dimples she adores peek out from hiding at her mother’s touch.

“Yes,” she nods before withdrawing her hand so she can answer. “Just like people.”

The spell that had accelerated Elena’s development in Zelena’s womb had marked the girl in ways that hadn’t been clear until she began to grow. Some of the effects were benign, such as the silver-blonde hue of her hair, vastly different than either Robin’s or Zelena’s but so like Emma’s had been when she’d put the girl on a path towards instant growth.

But other effects, such as the child’s inability to hear or speak, those side-effects had been devastating to all of them. And Emma has never forgiven herself for inadvertently marking the child with dark magic.

“Hey, Ellie!” Roland yells, prompting Regina to point over the girl’s shoulder in the direction of her brothers. “Come on!”

Roland and Henry have effectively teamed up on Robin, a fact which is just as irresistible to a five year old female as it is to the two over-sized lugs pummeling a certain thief with a barrage of snowballs. Elena jumps and claps her hands, her snowflakes now all but forgotten as she dashes to her father’s rescue, getting covered by snow in the process.

There will be hot baths and hotter cider for everyone tonight, it would seem.

“Save me, Ellie!” Robin cries, his plea followed by a chorus of protests and shouts from Henry and Roland before more snow is thrown about. Robin belly-laughs as he picks up Elena and swings her around, the girl’s mouth open in a smile that covers her face. But no sound emerges from her little body, no squeals, no giggles. Regina aches with the raw need to simply hear her daughter laugh or scream, to finally know what her precious little voice sounds like.

Her stomach clenches uncomfortably.

Robin still blames Emma for the loss of Ellie’s speech and hearing, although he has put aside his overt hostility for Henry’s sake. But Regina can’t help but wonder if the muting spell she’d placed on Zelena had left traces of that particular strain of magic in her bloodstream, magic that had been enhanced by a certain batch of onion rings and absorbed by the one innocent in what had been a horrific situation.

It was me, Regina, not you.

Her hair, and perhaps her deafness, but her speech…

Was all because of me. Her hearing loss happened because I was trying to shut out the voices when I cast that spell, trying to convince myself that what I was doing was for the best. And no matter what sort of muting spell you may have placed on Zelena, it would have never found its way into Elena’s DNA if I hadn’t…if I hadn’t brought about her birth prematurely. I did this Regina–not you. You’re not responsible for what happened to your daughter.

Emma is certain. Robin is certain. But at times, Regina still has her doubts.

They head home later, red-nosed and pink-cheeked, each of them receiving a mandatory brush-down before entering the house. Boots are discarded, coats are hung in the utility room before there is a mad dash into the warmth of home. The house smells of a ham and cloves, making four pairs of eyes stare back at her in exaggerated hunger.

“Just a nibble, Mom?” Roland asks as she shoos him up the steps towards the shower.

“That’s for dinner, and you know it,” she replies, snapping a warning glance towards her husband who has stealthily made his way towards the kitchen. “There had not better not be one pinch missing from that ham, or there will be no dessert for you.”

Her hands fly–signing is second-nature for all of them now–and she watches as Robin gives an exaggerated shrug towards Ellie before wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at his wife.

She’s making apple strudel, Daddy. Don’t cheat.

Robin laughs and scoops up his daughter, kissing her cheek before setting her back down.

“I won’t,” he assures her before tickling her belly. Her mouth flies open in a silent laugh, the joy on her features unmistakable. She pushes against her father until he stops and puts her down, placing her hands on her hips in a mock reprimand.

Bath, Ellie, Regina signs, watching with amusement as a small pink lip juts out in a pout that rivals Roland’s.

Can’t I wait until after dinner?


Regina shakes her head before Ellie’s hands still in defeat.

“Now, young lady, before everyone comes over for dinner.”

She may not be able to speak, but Ellie can stomp with the best of them, and she does so up the stairs, letting her mother know in no uncertain terms just how she feels about her fun being interrupted for something as mundane as a bath.

Leaving Feminism

So this is an account of how I came to leave the movement. It’s a long story, and I’m scared that I might be doxed because of this, but if I am more scared of the world I might live in if I don’t at least try to share what I know.

I grew up as a social outcast, I had loving parents but I just wasn’t your typical kid; I had an interest in knowledge and creativity instead of in-group drama, fashion and pop music, so whenever the personality disorders picked up on this I was typically singled out and became the source of cruel entertainment. When I turned 18 I decided that I didn’t want to live in a selfish world where people should needlessly suffer for being weak or for not fitting into societies mold, so I took up activism and eventually found my way into the arms of feminism.

On my own terms I had come to the conclusion that the source of the worlds problems lie within our own human nature, at the time I joined the movement they seemed to have picked up on this notion. I was especially interested in dismantling gender roles, in creating a gender neutral society where the circumstances of your birth do not affect your opportunities or how other people treat you. People in general are more conformist than they’d like to believe, and can unwittingly uphold the status quo through inaction and lack of critical thinking. It’s only because of the ideas, courage and cunning of certain individuals that we make progress.

I used to write my own blog articles about whatever ‘big picture’ stuff was on my mind. I wrote a piece to which a girl the same age as me got in touch and said how she heavily related to my post. We eventually became friends and she put me in touch with other feminist activists she knew who happened to live in the city near me. This lead me to getting involved with a group of activists with varying years of experience, by 2011 we were very organised and beginning to make connections with other groups thanks to the internet.

Then OWS happened. I noticed that our group was becoming a vast majority of students, which I somehow got lumped into despite never going to University, but because of my gender, mixed ethnicity and alternative sexuality I got fast tracked up the progressive stack and met the top dogs.

I was invited to a lot of private and exclusive events and gatherings. Just the idea of it rubbed me in the wrong way, how is this any different from a bunch of old rich bankers meeting in their mansions? I had a lot of chats with much older feminists, who would ask about my blog and beliefs, and would respond with flattering responses about me as a person rather than comment on the merit (or lack of) of my ideas, like: “it’s so good that a young person is doing this, you will go far” and “people will listen to you, you’re unique and have a warm, pretty smile”. Whenever I walked home, I felt strange, like I had stepped into another dimension entirely. I used to get invited to a lot of these peoples houses and sometimes invited to their bed, it was easy to see that they were rich as fuck, and for the most part, white women. 

Everything had some contradictory element to it, we wanted to have more allies, but whenever we went searching for them in other groups we only seemed to make more enemies and once one popular activist took a personal beef with someone, it suddenly became a all-hands-on-deck campaign against the person in question and anyone associated with them. I was always bombarded and queried with the plight of the WOC, yet it only seem to be the problems of 1st world middle-class non-white women that mattered, and while the poor and foreign people suffering got talked about, no one really cared enough to take action.

I got a little too involved with these higher-up activists that I forgot about my friends in my old group, so I went to my old monthly meetup to catch up with everyone, but no one I knew was there. Just a year had passed since I last attended in the summer of 2012, and in that time I had found out that first off, a group of students had decided to make a second meetup for LGBT activists so they could discuss issues “safely”, then they opened it up to allies, which kind of defeats the point because now it’s the exact same meetup but with different leaders. Then when this logical flaw was pointed out they changed it to a “queer” meetup where only non-heteronormal people weren’t allowed; if you were straight, vanilla, monogamous or bisexual but currently dating the opposite sex, you were out. Then it became a “genderqueer” meetup, now cis people weren’t allowed, or in this case just the gay and bi male-identifying men. Then it became a “queer women” meetup, and the trans people were cast out because they were in the uncanny valley for some of the other ladies who still didn’t feel safe, but straight women complained for being excluded so they were let back in, also women who were dominant in the BDSM sense were also booted for reinforcing power structures. By the time I had returned, the original gathering had been long gone and replaced by the queer women meet, who can now invite anyone that’s been vetted, so basically even the abhorrent SAWCMs were fine if they knew the right women. I also couldn’t get a conversation started with anyone, as I was not in anyone’s clique.

Meanwhile in the upper echelons, I was being given lots of monologues on Patriarchy, power, privilege, microagressions and hidden oppression. I made it clear that my beliefs were in making a world where none of these systems existed, and EVERYONE, oppressed or not, will live together in unity. I was told that in order for my vision to come true that feminism’s victory and the dismantling of patriarchy was the only way. I eventually buckled under the pressure and sheer quantity of media supporting this view. I took the view that although I don’t believe all men, straight and white people are bad, there are so many bad people within those groups that made my life hell in the past that well… fuck 'em… none of them were there for me when I was depressed or suicidal, it’s for the greater good. 

I went to what would be my last exclusive house party. It was mostly the older feminist women, who brought along their husbands if they were married, and a surprising amount of them were. I got the invite because I was seeing a married lady, I almost had a heart attack when she introduced me to her husband (I thought she was single and I had unwittingly become a homewrecker). He must have noticed my terror, and mentioned that he knows everything and is cool with it, I tried to calm myself down by making a witty remark, saying “oh, so while she’s out with me do you scan through grindr for some cute boys?!”. They both then laughed and were grossed out at the idea of two men having sex, which I didn’t even react to because it was so left-field coming from these so-called progressives. Later on I was asked what young people were into these days, and I explained to a group how well anime is doing in the west and recommended Attack on Titan to them, then was met with lines such as “eugh I can’t be bothered with subtitles” and “yeah but Japan is too weird for me”, again, why would pro-multiculturalists say this shit? AOT is chock full of white-Germanic characters anyway, you Bourgeois fuckers.

We are coming up to late 2014 now in this story, and I’m working a lot of hours in my shitty retail job, leaving the store at 23:00 on Thursdays and Saturdays. Every late shift one of the warehouse workers finishes at the same time as me and drives by as I walk on the pavement; offering a lift home. I turn him down every time because I live a 20 minute walk away and I’m an independent person, but one stormy night I say yes to escape the wind and rain. In the car he asks why I’m working so much, I tell him about saving up for Christmas presents, and he says likewise and talks about what he’s doing with his wife and kids for Christmas. It became obvious to me that he loves and adores his family, and despite such a low-paid thankless job, he’s just making the best of his situation. I felt horrible for having suspected he had ulterior motives in mind when offering me a lift, I asked him why he offers me lifts so much, and he doesn’t really have an answer, just that it seemed like the right thing to do. 

When I went home for Christmas, a lot of feminist friends on facebook and tumblr wouldn’t stop posting about how horrible gamers are, I didn’t really care for this campaign, I was at home with my family and knew how it was going to pan out so I just silently watched from the side-lines. Then #NotYourShield happened, and I started noticing that we were not fighting a 1v1 battle here, the atheists and libertarians were getting on board, people who used to attend our meetings in 2010/11 were posting IN FAVOUR of the gamers. I had no idea what to do, and started posting online trying as hard as I could to be a voice of moderate feminism, wanting to be on the side of the little guy/consumers but not wanting nerd culture to lose all the social progress it’s made so far. The only people on our side was the mainstream press, those same publishers I blogged against when I started all of this; the establishment.

In the room next to me, my brother was enjoying his new football game, he’s in University, racking up a huge debt so he can pursue the career he wants. We are a working class family, and there I am in league with a bunch of rich, racist and homophobic people sipping port, who want nothing more than to see him suffer and struggle like the warehouse worker barely making ends meet… And for what? He doesn’t hate women, he just wants to write books, play his games and be happy. These feminists, their husbands are lawyers and bankers, their parents own multiple houses and assets. If anyone is an agent of the Patriarchy, it’s these people. If you are a wealthy first world women, then feminism is for you, but if you are not, then all you will do is make a more divided society and we will never be strong enough to take on the real enemy.

THINK about it, we always say the Patriarchy weaves its way into society and has been doing so for centuries, is it not so hard to believe that it would attempt to co-opt our own movements?