even if you wrote back in december i think writing again would be good

170815 The War Fansign: Kyungsoo fanaccounts

Me: When did you start to raise Meokmul and Huchu?
KS: Ah, because I’ve always liked dogs~
Me: Ah…. I meant the opportunity to!!
KS: The opportunity to! (eyes get big) My parents used to dislike dogs! But I was determined and kept pushing until they said yes.
Me: Ah~ so they’re at your parents’ home??
KS: Yes~~

@LOVELYRIM0408: I forgot everything as soon as I made eye contact with Kyungsoo… I told him my wedding was in December and his eyes got even bigger as he congratulated me extremely earnestly haha. [On my request] his suggested nuptial song was For Life and when I asked if he could come sing it personally for us, he said “I’d like to….” haha. Kyungsoo, thank you sincerely for your suggestion and blessing

Me: You know how Mr. Jo Jungseok calls you a s..son of a bitch in Brother?
KS: Ah, yes !
Me: I have these dog-bird figures.. [t/n: s.o.b. and dog-bird are both spelled ‘gaesae’]
KS: Ah? They’re really called gaesae?
Me: Yes!
KS: There’s really something called gaesae??
Me: Ah n..no there’s not actually something called gaesae, these are just figures !
KS: (looks at boxes laughing) Ah so I have a chance of getting one of these four?
Me: Yes ! Please open it later~
KS: (was already opening it) Pfthahahaha

The dog-bird Kyungsoo got was the pug-bird ! When he asked me if “there was really something called gaesae..???” he was really serious about the question…

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Life Starts All Over Again *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Originally posted by odetolove6

Prompt: Farmers Market
AU: Biker!Bucky - I have a thing for Bucky in a leather jacket, let me live my best life Sharon!
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 4,890

Drew inspiration also from this quote about fall, so forgive me for making this so fucking long it’s because I can’t function below 1,000 words.

A/N: Huge congratulations to @promarvelfangirl you deserve all the followers, I hope some of mine go over and follow you because you’re such a fantastic writer. Hope what I wrote is good, sorry about the whole ‘extra’ I went with it!

I kinda went skipped over the whole “Must be at least 500 words” Decided to add another ‘0′ at the end of 500, I’m finding it difficult to write stuff as just one-shots. This could’ve easily been a three part fic, but I didn’t want to be that person. - Rosalie

Fall is one of the best seasons; it wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was the perfect in-between, the middle ground that was nice and safe. You didn’t have to dress up too warm; a nice jumper would keep you satisfied. The leaves went from vibrant green to dusty oranges, shades of red and yellow if the sun caught the trees just right they’d look almost aflame. Fall, undoubtedly, had the best aesthetic going on. Woollen clothes, crisp fallen leaves and cute coffee houses. The colour palette for fall was to die for too; berry colours, various shades of orange going into red, plus the browns- with the splurge of the occasional mustard yellow thrown in.

Fall also had the best holiday, Halloween. Halloween is possibly the greatest holiday of the year, also the strangest but spookiest too. The stores are lined with Halloween decorations, the candy that comes out and the movies you are able to watch- since it’s socially unacceptable to watch Hocus Pocus in the spring.  Also what comes with fall and Halloween is the pumpkin, traditionally used to eat and cook with but mostly used to carve a scary face into.

It’s why you loved working at the Farmers Market this time of year. Various shapes, colours and sizes, all laid out from biggest to smallest. It made you smile when you watched as kids picked out their pumpkins; a few had been carved beforehand and on display. The smell of pumpkin pie would also float through the air, freshly made from another stall a few down; it was intoxicating and mixed with all the fresh fruits and vegetables. Nothing could beat a good fall farmers market.

Your grandma owned a small fruit and veg shop, although she regularly sold her produce at farmers markets, you quickly stepped forward to help run her small business from the stall, she was getting too old now to sell all the produce herself and her usual help had family problems for the next few weeks. It was a nice atmosphere in autumn, it wasn’t mad panic like in December, and it was just calm and easy.

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The Last All-Clear (4)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story is a series of vignettes following the premise: Imagine if Jamie travelled through the stones, but instead of finding Claire in Boston he found himself having arrived years too early, when the War was still happening and Claire had yet to meet him… What would he do?”
  • Formatting note: Bolding in Jamie’s letters = underlining


(Part 1) September 17, 1942: A Rusty Nail

(Part 2) December 3, 1942: Comb and Glove

(Part 3) 1943: Blood and Whisky 

1943-1944: Gifts and Ends

C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

1 September

Another long night in surgery by the end of which I wanted nothing more than to scream.

But, as always, Danton was there waiting for me at the shed with whisky and an open ear. I don’t know how he always knows when I’m in most need of company, but it means the world to know I’ve got a friend, not just friendly people with whom I work, but a friend. He’s always there to listen, drink with me, say a word of encouragement, and get me laughing by the time I leave to go to sleep. Still a tough nut to crack, all things considered, but I’ve rarely encountered someone so intuitive and incisive. He’s quiet, but when he speaks, it’s with such intention. 

Add another tidbit to the Danton file: his mother’s name was Hélène and she had red hair. It makes him sad to talk about her, but he loved her very much. 

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Will ye have you noticed, reading this, years hence, that I’m a different person these last several months than in the ones before? That I go days—weeks, even— without writing single word? That when I do, it’s brief pleasantries: what I ate, the tasks I undertook?

It isna because my days are less full than before; quite the contrary. Only, if I dinna force myself to recount the way I’ve let myself act around you, the way I order my day so that I can see you, the way I encourage your attentions, chaste and merely friendly as they are….If I allow myself to simply go to sleep with the sound of your voice still fresh in my ear, I’m better able to live with myself for it. ‘Tis infinitely easier to let myself live my days in an unexamined happiness, however fleeting, however much I feel the shame of it in my bones, deep down. Writing of it, having to face it, makes my weaknesses so abundantly and painfully clear. Denial, I have found, is its own sweet comfort. 

Will you understand this, Sassenach? Will you understand the depth of loneliness that can drive a person to be so pitifully less than he ought? 

Still, with every day that passes, each day torn between restraint and joy in your companionship, I find the voice of better judgement murmuring more and more determinedly in the back of my mind, the same questions that have been there from the beginning of this nightmare: What is it that I actually accomplish on your behalf? Is it only my pride that keeps me here? Would it be better for you, be less risky, if I were to simply leave, go to Scotland and bide my time until you should return? Am I doing you any good at all by staying? 

C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

25 December

A working Christmas, but a merry one. Wrote a long letter to Frank with all my love. 

Danton seemed absolutely shocked when I handed him his gift, and he tried to scold me for it, but everyone can use a new scarf, I insisted! It brings out the blue in his eyes. He grumbled about it even then, but honestly I think he was just embarrassed he didn’t have anything for me in return. Told him it was the least I could do to pay him back for drinking all of his good whisky, month after month. Then I told him the truth: that his friendship has been a tremendously dear gift to me this year. I swear to God, the man actually blushed. 

9 9 1

A new year, today, mo nighean donn.  Ye pushed a paper cup of champagne into my hand at the gathering in the mess hall and kissed my cheek before running off to dance with your friends. It was a lively song first, but followed by that bittersweet one that brings tears to my eyes every time, even if I canna discern the tune: 

     ….how happy, my darling, we’ll be,     

     when they turn up the lights, 

     and the dark, lonely nights     

     are only a memory.

You sat off to the side, during that one, looking as lonely and sorrowful as I myself must have appeared.

Nineteen hundred and forty-four. Another year closer to when I can take your face in both my hands and kiss you without end, at the stroke of midnight or no. 

C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

13 January

Saw Danton wearing his blue muffler again. Teased him about it and he immediately grinned and pulled a little cloth-wrapped bundle out of his pocket. The bastard intentionally baited me! 

My Christmas gift turned out to be a little carved-wood oval, polished and sleek as a pebble, with an intricate interlace pattern that, at the center, knits inward to form a dragonfly. It’s small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, and I honestly can’t stop staring at it. The time it must have taken him, and the precision needed for working on so tiny a canvas! He demurred, of course, when I raved about the craftsmanship, but I know he was pleased I liked it. 

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You stitched up a wee French laddie today, no more than four years of age. He was hurt in the course of fleeing with his family, and it was clear that he was terrified of soldiers and of being in camp. Ye spoke to him softly in his own language as ye worked, though, soothing and comforting him as though he were your own. Ye sang to him, too. Being so sadly precluded from music myself, these last years, it didna occur to me before that ye might have such a lovely voice. 

I’ve passed these last few hours in such beautiful peace, mo ghraidh: imagining the day when ye might take my head in your lap and sing to me as you stroke my hair; a day when a song drifts through our rooms, our home, and I peek through a doorway to see you cradling our child, singing them to sleep. 

1 0 1 3 

You didna tell me he was coming to camp.

Should it reassure me, an indication that I’m insignificant enough that it didna even cross your mind to mention it? Or is it the worst of signs: that ye didna want to speak of your husband, of all people, to me

There he stood, there at the quiet edge of camp by the pond, behind the barracks. Franklin Wolverton Randall, patiently waiting for his wife to go on leave. He truly does look like the bastard. I nearly reached for my knife when I saw him standing there, unannounced, unexpected. Then to see you, out of uniform, hair long and loose as ye ran for him, flew into his arms with that same abandon as you used to enter mine? See him kiss you, touch you like that—

I watched for far too long, mo chridhe. I confess as much to you, here. It was wrong of me, but I simply couldna look away. Even after the two of ye had left, hand-in-hand, your face alight and beaming….I sat under that tree for hours—trying not to think of where and how and for how long he was bedding you, tasting you. Would ye be making those same small sounds for him, reaching for him with that wild, lovely abandon? Would ye be crying out his name, moaning for him as

Forgive me. 

C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

24 January

Lord, it’s positively wretched trying to undertake an intimate visit in a mobile camp with no friendly town or inn nearby. A spare tent and two mattresses pushed together on the ground hardly can qualify as a love nest. Still, throw enough cozy blankets on top and a cozy husband within for good measure, and not a bad way to spend a day or two off. 

It’s been over a year since we last saw each other. Always a little strange trying to get back into things, but it’s so good to have him here, to have even a short time to reconnect. It’s easy to get caught up in work, day after day and month after month; easy to forget, amidst it all, that I’ve a marriage to maintain.  

Danton’s taken ill, apparently; asked for today and tomorrow off. Hoping he’s alright.

1 0 1 5 

I wanted him to be cruel. I wanted him to be the worst kind of scum. 

But when I was so startled seeing his face again unexpectedly today that I dropped a hammer on my foot, he came over at once to see if he could help. He was kind and considerate, and had a warmth to his eyes, even toward a complete stranger such as me. He has nothing of the cruelty of his putative ancestor, not to me, and more importantly, not toward you. I could see the tenderness he has for ye, the evident care and the love as the two of ye made your farewells.

It only serves as yet another proof. You’re safe while you’re in camp. You’re safe when you’re with Frank. You dinna need me watching over you. You never did. The only one that needed it was me. 

Today, Claire. It ends today. I promise you this.

C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

9 February

Danton is angry with me, I think. Every time I try to approach him to talk or just say hello, he’s turning tail and making for the other side of camp. He’s never in the wards anymore, nor do I see him taking his meals at the usual times. I made excuses for him for the first several days, but it’s clear, now, that he’s actively avoiding me. 

It shouldn’t bother me as much as it has, but damn it all, I miss him; that calm support he’s been to me this year. 

Jesus, looking at that on the page, I want to scratch it out. I have no right to be so entitled or territorial or whatever you wish to call it. The man’s never even told me his first name, for god’s sake, and he hardly knows a thing about me, either. Still, there’s a hollow feeling in my chest every time I feel that dragonfly carving in my pocket. I miss him, and I don’t know what I did. 

How bloody dare he. 

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I ache for you, mo nighean donn.

April 1, 1944

I rounded the corner so quickly, neither of us had time to avoid the other. We both just stood there in the narrow passage between tents, teetering mid-step. I smiled and opened my mouth to speak. He nodded once, put his head down, and walked around me.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” I snapped, turning to follow him with my glare, “honestly? Danton, I’m not going to bite you.”

He stopped, but did not turn. “I know, madame.” Quiet. lifeless. 

“Will you at least tell me what it is I’ve done to offend you so grievously?”

I didn’t think it was possible, but his shoulders tensed further. “You ‘ave done nothing, madame.”

“Well, something clearly changed.” All my pent-up bewilderment was barreling out of me in a fury. “You’ve avoided me completely for weeks. You won’t even look at me any more, like the past year was just— erased overnight! I mean, Jesus H. Christ, we used to be friends, didn’t we?”

A momentary flash of blue over his shoulder before the hair and the hat obscured him. “In truth, we do not know one another, madame. We ‘ave been friendly acquaintances.”

“Ac…Acquaintances.” My blood boiled and hot tears prickled in my eyes. “That’s it? That’s…. bloody it?” My voice came out shrill and small. 

His was like a dead man’s. “What more did you think it was, madame?”

I couldn’t even speak for a few moments, so great was the shock and hurt. 

He made to walk away, but then I found my voice, low, teeth gritted. “Perhaps I don’t know you in the sense of having all the details of your life’s story. Why? Because you deign to divulge such things only once in a blue moon and I’ve respected that.” I rallied, trying to maintain control of the lump in my throat and my rage. “But you meant a hell of a lot more to me than I apparently meant to you.”

He was still for moment longer, then he turned and faced me squarely, looking me in the eye with a hostility I had never before seen there. “I am no longer interested in being your charity case, madame. And it is time you learned to carry on without needing a man to constantly congratulate you.” 

He may as well have sliced me open. 

Fuck you, too, then.

I threw the dragonfly on the ground and walked away without a glance backward. 

1 0 8 2  

It was the only way I knew to complete the break. 

I am so very sorry, mo nighean donn. 

I shall be leaving as soon as I have enough wages to get home.  I waited all my life for you. I can wait four years more alone.

C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

4 May 

So many battles. So many wounded. German incursions and raids have locked down the camp until further notice. 

God, just let this vile war end. 

1 1 3 4 

You willna even speak to me, now. I hardly can blame you for it, as that was the intended result. Still, now it’s me keeping my eyes wide and searching for you at every turning, for you’ve been avoiding the usual sick bays, the places we used to encounter one another. 

You’ve taken to teaching classes to the soldiers. It’s a credit to you, Claire. I’ve stood outside the tents and listened to you give your lessons on several occasions. You truly are grand at it, this world of healing and instructing. You have so much in you, Sassenach, so much to give. 

I dinna wish to leave you. 

C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

7 June 

God be praised, the Americans stormed the Normandy beaches yesterday. Let this be the breakthrough that changes things, at last. 

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Tomorrow. I’ve been given leave to depart tomorrow. 

I’ve thought long and hard about it, Claire. Even if you dinna wish to see me, even if it is only a word and a moment, I shall say farewell face-to-face. 

The sack felt leaden on his shoulders, though he had hardly any possessions to his name.  His old sporran. A change of clothing. His book of letters to Claire. 

This is not the end, he reminded himself over and over. This is naught but the end of a chapter that should not have been opened to begin with. This is not the end. 

The walk across camp felt an eternity, made still worse by the fact that she wasn’t even in the barracks, where she would normally be found at 7:00 of an evening. She wasn’t in the instructional tent. He went to the mess-hall—not there either.

Jesus, Claire,” he muttered under his breath after a full quarter hour of searching, “where in God’s name have ye gone?

At last, he spotted a familiar face and he all but ran to catch up with her, panting a little as he said, “Excuse me, Miss Nancy?”

Nancy jumped as though he had grabbed her, and it took all his control not to roll his eyes at the flighty wee thing. She never had gotten over that initial fear and loathing for his manner and look. More’s the pity that it hadn’t worked half so well on Claire.

He recovered and gave a cordial bow. “I am most sorry to ‘ave startled you. Would you tell me, please, where I might find Nurse Randall?”

“Whew, um,” Nancy put a dramatic hand on her heaving heart as she blinked and thought. “Oh! Yes, well, she’s not here, of course.”

“Not here?” In his shock, he nearly forgot to put on the French accent. “Where ‘as she gone?”

“She was part of the escort that set out to take those American chaps back.”

“…Ameri—” Then the world was shifting, tumbling, fragments of memory from another war suddenly sparking into horrific clarity. 

“Surely you heard about it? The two Airborne lads that came to us because they got separated from their men after Normandy? They’ve been here for the last week, I can’t believe you haven’t—”

But Jamie wasn’t listening. He was running. 

Of all the things Claire had told him, how could he have failed to recollect THIS?  For today was the day Claire nearly got herself killed by German fire…..the day when Claire could get herself killed by German fire. 

LARRYSTERDAM (v2.3 cause version 1 sucked)

New York used to be New Amsterdam.

Nice coincidence. Wow.

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Plus the Amsterdam, HL Thing which didn’t make sense cause even though Amsterdam is in NORTH-HOLLAND (like North England) IN THE NETHERLANDS, we still use NL. Not HL, unless Harry wanted to name it Harryland. Fair enough. HL is the postcode for ‘1017 HL Vijzelstraat’ So i don’t think it is that either. Who forgot to tell him that using HL is like the equivalent of using .eng as abbreviation?


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And all of  that happened^

A squealing Louis

These set of pictures

And the interview that came with it

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Pick Me

Request: Can you do a Bucky x Reader X Steve fluff(maybe smut), where the reader needs help with a world history unit about World War Two and they go to them??? And they fight over who’s going to help the reader??

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve

Warnings: none rlly (I’m so fucking sorry, ik you probably wanted smut but the cold hard truth is I fucking suck ass at writing smut and I don’t want to make y’all cringe)

A/N: Hello my name is Victoria Martinez (just call me Tori), I was born on December 25th, 1999 (I’m 17), I love reading and writing, I have a fucked up sense of humor, I attend Primavera online high school bc public school gave me bad anxiety, panic attacks, made my depression worsen and much much more. I only have one friend (I’m a loser, I know), and ye homies. If ya have any questions for me/about me I’ll be happy to answer them. I just want you guys to get to know me better.

Putting down your pen, you release and frustrated sigh. You had to write a 5 paged essay about World War 2 for your World History class that was due at the end of the week (granted that your professor gave you nearly 3 weeks to work on it). You look down at your paper and read over what you had wrote down.


March 8th, 2017

World History

The Second World War

That was it. Your mind went completely blank after that. You looked over your notes once. Then twice. Now nearly six times and still nothing. You tried reading the articles your professor suggested but to no avail.

You pick up your pen again, tapping it on your desk before dropping it and throwing your head back, not forgetting to let out a loud groan. You couldn’t put this aside any longer - you’ve already done that for two weeks.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” you mutter into your hands. You didn’t want to look at that god awful paper again. Then, an idea hit you. “Friday, where’s Bucky - or Steve?”

“Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers are in the living room.”


You stand up, taking your pen and notebook with you as you rush down the hall. Nearly slipping twice, you make it to the living room and spot the two men sitting on the couch while watching some movie.

You tuck your hair behind your ear and walk around the couch, waving your hand to catch their attention. “Hey guys.”

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky spoke first, throwing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“We just started watching this.. Kids cartoon, I think. It’s called Sausage Party. You can join us if you want.” Steve added, glancing over at you.

You laugh. “You’re in for a rude awakening, my friend.” he looks at you with confusion written all over him but you decide to move on. “Um.. I actually came here to ask for your help - or Bucky’s.”

At the mention of his name, he looks over at you.

“What is it?” Steve asked, turning his body towards you as you took a seat on the far end of the couch.

“I have this five paged essay to turn in at the end of the week about World War Two but I dunno I’m just having a hard time doing it.” you sigh. “I mean, I’ve gone over my notes so many times and I’ve read the articles but-”

“The articles are bullshit.” Bucky says. “They always have the wrong information.”

“Which is why I came to you guys for help.” you gesture to them. “Maybe you can put it in a way that I’ll understand? Since, you know, you guys were there and all.”

Steve makes a face. “Sure, I can help you.”

“It’s cool, Steve. I can help her.” Bucky sits up, body now turned towards you.

Steve turns to his friend. “No, it’s fine Buck. I’ve got this.”

“Steve, I can do this. I was there.” he smiled and you knew they were about to start arguing.

“Well so was I.”

“Yeah but,” Bucky scoffs. “I was there.”

Steve frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It mean that… Well..” Bucky pauses, trying to word it correctly but Steve interrupts.

“I was in that war, Bucky.” he spoke.

“Yeah but you weren’t there in the beginning, I was.”

Steve huffed. “It’s not my fault that I was a skinny man and no one..” his voice became background noise when Bucky sighed.

“Here we go again.” he rolled his eyes before preparing for the conversation. “No one said it was your fault, Steve.”

“Well obviously you are because-”

“Steve, don’t start.”

Steve pursed his lips like an immature child. “You don’t think I was a good enough soldier.”

“Oh god.” Bucky breathed, closing his eyes for a split second before looking at Steve. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.” he huffed. “I only saved your life, nothing too major.” sarcasm laced his words and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent you from laughing. You’ve never seen Steve get like this before and it was honestly hilarious.

“You wanna go there? Fine, let’s go there.” Bucky sat on the edge of his seat. “You let me fall of the damn train.”

Steve gasped. “I did not!”

“You did!”

“I tried to get you Bucky!”

“Well you didn’t try hard enough and because of that, I fell off the train, lost my arm and was captured by Hydra.” the soldier crossed his arms.

“Don’t blame this all on me!” Steve shouted.

Deciding that you should stop them from arguing, you interrupt.

“Hey uh, I really need help with that five paged essay. Really important.” you say, causing the two to become silent as they glare at one another.

“I’m helping Y/N.” Bucky spoke.

“No, I am.” Steve hissed.

“You weren’t even there for the first part of it, how could you-”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I was too damn skinny to be enlisted, Bucky!”

“Don’t go there!”

“You already did!”

“You think you’re Mr. Perfect? You didn’t even bother looking for me after I fell!” Bucky argued.

“I thought you were dead!”

He scoffed. “Well clearly I’m not.” he gestures to himself.

“Bucky, I’ll help Y/N because unlike you, I was there till the end.” he smiled sweetly.

“You little shit-”

They start bickering back and forth and finally realizing that you would get help from neither of them, you up and leave the living room, bumping into Tony and Sam along the way.

“What are the old men arguing about?” Tony questioned.

You wave your hand. “Something about Steve leaving his condom wrappers out in the open.”

Tony looks at Sam. “I told you Rogers was getting laid!”

Sam rolls his eyes and they continue on their way towards the elevator. You make it to your room and you’re about to shut the door when you hear Bucky’s voice.

“Where’s Y/N?”

There was a pause.

“See, I told you, you were gonna scare her off!”

Me? More like you scared her off!”

“Don’t turn this on me, Bucky! If you-”

And you shut the door.

A/N: I didn’t know how to end this so ye. I hope ya guys like it, it was pretty fun to write. Tell me what at think :)


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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child has changed my life.


I’m Maia and I’m 22 years old. I’m a cancer biology PhD student so my days are pretty academically demanding and sometimes pretty emotional. I am the biggest geek: I was bullied all through school because of it and that left me with shitty self-esteem which did (more or less) repair itself during uni. I’ve loved Harry Potter since I was 7 years old and I am Hermione Granger. (No, seriously, sometimes I quote her without even meaning to). 

I took this photo the day the banners and that famous nest went up at the Palace. I stopped writing my masters dissertation, took the afternoon off and decided I needed to see it. I got a little tingle. [No, I’m not wearing make-up, get over it!].

I didn’t have a ticket until March 2017. However, I am a Ravenclaw (with a lot of Slytherin) so I decided I was going to see it and I was going to see it during the previews! I was on twitter constantly and I finally found someone selling one as their sister could no longer go. She wanted face value and someone who was a big fan to sit with so I fitted the bill and I was going to see Cursed Child on June 25th. 

I had butterflies for WEEKS. 

Safe to say that I LOVED IT, and was sat in the middle of the Grand Circle, which is a great place for first timers as you see everything. As soon as it started I cried because HARRY WAS BACK AND RIGHT THERE. And for the first time in my life I had a character that I could relate to looks even slightly like me in Noma’s Hermione. I cried and cried during the play and when I got home that night. Before this play I wasn’t a big crier, it has changed me. 

A week later I bumped into Sam and Anthony while I was slightly drunk on the street and sort of lost my mind a bit, which should’ve been a tell-tale sign that this play was about to be my next obsession. I mean bloody hell, I am an educated, level-headed young women and I was crying because some boy liked my tweet.

I knew I needed to see the play again. I also knew there were no tickets but I’d read on Twitter that the returns queue was a viable option. We got to the theatre at 5am on the Wednesday after the gala and were lucky! Row F of the stalls (Probably the best seats I’ve sat in during this whole thing).

The play moved me even more the second time and my stage door experience was INSANELY good. This cast are the most generous, brilliant, kind people I’ve been lucky enough to meet. This time I got to meet Noma. I had a speech ready to say to her but then she recognised me from Twitter and knew me by name so I panicked and said nothing useful. (I even had to call my mum afterwards because this shook me so much). Noma I have told you a million times how much I love you but you’ve honestly made me a better, more confident person and I’ll remember that forever. Maybe someday I’ll post a picture the letter I wrote her.

Following this amazing day I went to see the play once more with a friend and then started to build a bit of a twitter friendship group. First I met Fuschia, who is such a brilliant Slytherin who I treasure dearly. Then a girl called Adriana followed me and sounded like she’d been having a shitty week. So I messaged her to say I had access to some tickets and wondered if she wanted to come. For a split second after sending the message I panicked that she would think I was weird and would just say no and unfollow me but we ended up going together. I’m so grateful it worked out because I can’t imagine my life without her now. Adriana then introduced me to Iona who splash landed into my life and has been stirring it up in amazing ways since. 

We then proceeded to start script reading and drinking wine at 3pm. We ended up meeting up with Gemma who we nearly scared off because we were very intoxicated and loud but (thank God) she stayed and is now a beautiful friend. 

This is Adriana hugging a pillar outside the palace at like midnight which sums up October, when I went to see the play 5 times because you’re all fucking insane. 

At some point during this drunken month I met Jack (I think this was we love the spare night), who is the wittiest, loveliest friend now. But I’m still slightly concerned that he came and stayed at my house for the Fantastic Beasts premiere after only meeting me once, piss drunk at stage door. I mean I know I’m ok… 

At the FB premiere we told all the press that we were most excited to see Jeremy Ang Jones and got unnecessarily excited to see the cast even though we’d met them at stage door about 300 times. This was probably the first time the cast recognised us and I realised just how deep I was into this fandom. 

We then picked up Emily, Miriam, Megan, Steph and Anna and somehow acquired the name “Cursed Child Inner Circle” which we promise sounds more cult-like that it actually is! (We now prefer HP Love Crew because this isn’t a cult.)

On December 17th, 2016 we all went to see the play together. It was a ticket buying feat. We had to pool all our skills. Jack came down (JACKS IN TOWNNN) and we all had the BEST day hanging out together. 

When we’re in, we whoop and cheer and clap and try to bring the audience up to our excitement level. The security can’t believe how excited we still look whenever we walk in but we still are so SO excited! 

Since then, Susy B and Manon have joined our group and I’m loving getting to know you two!

Something about Cursed Child had clearly struck a chord with me. This is a genius production- I have honestly cried more than once because the lighting looks so beautiful with the cloaks in the movement sequences and the music brings up emotions which I didn’t know I needed to feel. The fact that the crux of the play is two geeky losers having their first adventure really resonates with me because that’s kinda where I am in my life now. My obsession with the play coincided with me starting my PhD and moving out of my parents house to living with friends. As much as I could’ve watched every play in the West End with the money I’ve spent on this one, it has been so important for me to really get to know these characters. 

More than anything, Scorpius’s character development throughout the play from a fidgety, confused kid to someone who walks up to Rose and asks her out (however much I don’t ship that) is something that I’ve gone through in these 7 months. I’ve met so many new people, allowed myself to get to know them, pushed myself out of my science-y world and allowed myself to really start feeling things. I’ve got a lot of comments from family saying that I’m so outgoing now, people who can’t believe how social I’m being and this play is to thank for that. I’ve been confident enough to go to writing and spoken work workshops (god, I’m even going to a performance workshop this week) and push myself so far out of my comfort zone in ways I never thought I would.

But this is so much due to the amazing friends I’ve made. Every single one of you has made these past few months the best of my life. You’re all so unique and beautiful. I feel honoured to have witnessed us all grow into more unapologetic, geeky fangirls and blessed to see you grow in your lives. I know that I will be able lean on you for support and encouragement as I embark on PhD insanity and I hope you all trust that I will do my best to be just as good of a friend. The love and support that comes out of this group has strengthened me. We all come from different places, we’re different ages, we have different dreams but we’re all on our way up to great things and I’m so excited that I get to see where we all go and live it with you. I can’t believe this play brought us together but I’m so SO glad I have you all now.

I love you CCIC.


Swifthaal/Gyllenswift Timeline 2010

Following the modifications of the Buzzfeed article about Taylor last week, I decided to make a timeline of Taylor and Jake Gyllenhaal’s relationship. (Might be helpful for the newbies, you got to understand the PR side of her short-lived ‘relationships’.)

Do I think that it was a real relationship? No, I believe that it was purely a PR stunt, though somewhat more believable than Connor, Harry, Calvin and Tom (IMO). Now, this brings State of Grace, All Too Well, WANGBT, The Moment I Knew, and other songs on the table. Did she write those songs about him? Who knows; she wrote them, not me. Anyway, I’ll explain more after the timeline (at the bottom). 

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#237 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “songfic about dont delete the kisses by wolf alice please??? wherein reader has been liking van for months now and had a few awkward text messages with him like greeting van during christmas and new year then 6 months after they meet again but reader feels like van is out of her league but they somehow get close at the end because of their similarities”

Van McCann had always been on your radar. He was in your older sister’s social world since forever and as you watched him grow up… glow up… his little dot on your radar started to flash red and make piercing beeping sounds. The more you learned about him, the more you thought you and him would make a good couple. You liked the same music and movies. You hung out at the same places. You knew the same people. It would be so easy. You could date, fall in love, get married, the whole thing. But that was it, the dream seemed too perfect.

“What if the whole thing just isn’t what I’m meant to have?” you asked Will.

He rolled his eyes at you. “We’ve been through this, Y/N,”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but think about it. I’ve never had a proper relationship. Never even really liked someone proper. Maybe I’m just not meant to be in a relationship. Like, maybe my friends will just always be my family.”

Will groaned loudly and stood up. He walked out the room; from the kitchen, he yelled, “Just ask Van out for fuck’s sake.”

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Yuri on Ice interview translation - Spoon 2Di vol.21 (p22-27)

Here you have the loooong interview with Mitsurou Kubo that was featured on Spoon 2Di vol.21 (released at the end of December). It was 6 pages on the magazine… I know that some bits have already spread around, but it’s a very interesting one so I really wanted everyone to read it in full and not just tidbits, hence I translated it first even though I still haven’t finished the previously released magazines (sorry again Georgi..). It’s also the first interview with her published after the end of the series, so with comments covering up to the very end and the “future” too!

EDIT: I originally referred to the manga storyboard drawn by Kubo as “name”, which is how it’s technically called in Japanese, but it seems that it was a little confusing, therefore I changed it back to “storyboard”.

Obviously this will be the last interview of the year. In Japanese “happy new year” (before the old year has ended) is said “yoi otoshi wo” (よいお年を), therefore I necessarily need to make a stupid pun and say to you all “YOI otoshi wo!”. Let’s hope that the next year is a “yoi” (=good) not to mention “YOI” one too! I’ll be back with more translations whenever I have time of course.

Enjoy! (it’s under the cut because it’s long)

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The opening screen for the First Christmas If stories. I translated the text that accompanied the new images. As always, I am no expert translator, but this will give a good idea of what’s happening.

Code: Realize Silver Miracles promo translations.


Lupin: “Dear Miss Cardia. I will receive your smile soon. Gentleman Thief Arsene Lupin.

Lupin: Alright…! With this, we will gather information later, secure reply– ((pretty confident except the last bit.))

Lupin: –Well, wrong! It is not just an advertisement!

Roll up what I wrote and threw it in the wastebasket.

While scratching my head, I looked at the stationary again.

Even though it has been infrequent so far, I have sent letters to Wales.

Even so, today I cannot find the right words.

Lupin: Damn….. it is not coming at all, why is such an ordinary letter so difficult…

Lupin: If it is a preliminary announcement, it should be fairly short. Write down what you think…

When I try to write it, inevitably the pen gets dull.

Lupin: ……. it’s no use frowning, anyway think while writing something.

Then, I will write—



Van: When I think about it again….. it has been a long time since we left London.

Delly: Oh, yes. Even now it does not feel real.

Delly: until just yesterday, I can hardly feel I was really there. (??)

Delacroix’s expression and tone exudes just a little loneliness.

And that….surely I am the same.

Van: ……I wonder what they are doing these days.

Even though we are traveling through the U.K. We have not been back in London at all.

Report to Marquis of Renfield, meetings and negotiations with government officials.

But there were several opportunities to meet this half year.

However, Lupin’s Gang originally, was a gathering of free people with their respective purposes.

Apart from Fran with a clinic in Lower Town, there are many times everyone is gone somewhere….

Even if I return to London, it was a situation that I did not see much of the other friends.



—I cannot speak well.

Not only about myself, but also Fran’s each and every movement and words were much more anxious than usual.

Because I seem to be like that, it seems Fran does not calm down, he looked away from me.

Cardia: ……….

Fran: ………..

Cardia: Well, yes, I will make a cup of tea.

Cardia: Since washing the dishes is supposed to be done, I will call Finis.

Fran: —-! Wait!

Cardia: !

Fran grasped my arms firmly when I tried to leave to escape.

And with unprecedented force, Fran turned me around.

(((Translate says he “turned her over with unprecedented aggression.” That would be head explodingly OOC and this is definitely NOT that kind of story.)))

Fran: ……Do not call for Finis.

Fran: I want to talk to you alone. ………Cardia.



Impey: Okay, with this one! Well what shall we do next?

Lupin: Hey, Impey, I bought the requested ingredients–

Impey: Oh, Thank you Lupin! It has been super saved! (?)

Impey: Because I was wondering what to do without having to stop to go shopping–

Lupin: if delicious dishes come out, that is enough for me–

Lupin: This is a great amount. It will not be 8 servings. The preparation is also strangely fancy.

Impey: Well there is spirit too, because today is Christmas Eve!

Impey: And in a couple of hours! For the first time in awhile! My princess is coming!? I need to put in the extra effort! (((All good except the last sentence which is pretty much just a educated guess based on the context.)))

Lupin: Shall I just wake up with your usual meal….. (?)

Impey: Nonono! The dishes that are made for a man’s taste is a different motivation!

Anyway, that’s why.

Today, Christmas Eve, Lupin’s Gang is gathering after a long absence.

Fran chan is going to come soon, Van and Delly chan also will come in the afternoon.

And also from Cardia, “Scheduled to arrive at night” the letter had arrived.

……..By the way the moment I saw an answer, it goes without saying that I did a high five with Lupin and Saint chan.



Brilliant red and calm green.

Wrapping the contrasting colorful ribbon, the walls of the room will gradually color.

As soon as I started decorating the room, I answered two questions.

Hansel: That is…… are you calling Cardia and throwing a party?

Saint: Yes. As you know, the group is acting apart now.

Saint: So I thought that if I can get together for awhile– the day when everyone is likely to come…

Guinevere: December 24th….So it’s a Christmas party.

Guinevere: …..it is done, we received permission from Omnibus to help. (??)

(((Guinevere’s statement is being really difficult for some reason. Something about receiving permission from Omnibus, but who and for what needs more context for me to clarify.)))

you gave me back life and love


lemme be sappy for a minute here

i left fandom in 2012. i LEFT. i didn’t post a damn thing anywhere anymore, i certainly wasn’t writing any fic, and the way depression was going for me, i did not believe i would ever be back. this was, mind you, after i literally came of age in fandom, so it was an extremely influential part of my life from age 12 to age 22. i also quit skating, which i’d been doing from 17 to 22.

when you go from writing every day to barely writing at all—for five years straight—it feels like you forgot how to do it, and the urge to keep trying gets smaller and smaller until it’s gone.

a lot happened in those five years, mostly dark and sad. but then it started to get better—therapy, cool. meds that worked, awesome. but even though my life was no longer a trash fire, the writing and skating didn’t come back. and i tried not to think about it, because it hurt too much to have lost those things.

my friends started telling me to watch YOI in october or november. i was busy and still kinda depressed and i kept brushing it off… and then in december i suddenly fucking mainlined it, and for the first time in five years i felt that spark ignite again. i couldn’t stop thinking about YOI. the show was over and i wanted more. so i worked up EVERY OUNCE of courage, wrote like 600 words of victuuri, and threw that shit on Ao3. while panicking, tbh. …and a few people read it and liked it. wait, okay, so maybe i hadn’t forgotten EVERYTHING about writing?

i finally read one otayuri fic and my mind LIT THE FUCK UP, and i got back on tumblr and suddenly i was writing every day without even trying. i couldn’t NOT write.

…because of you. you friendly, loving, kindhearted, encouraging bunch of people. i’ve never met a fandom like you, so dedicated to holding each other up. you read my shit and you commented and you followed me. and you messaged me and you said kind things to me and you told me it was going to be okay. you made me feel like i could write again. all of you are so dear to me, every follower and commenter and blog i ever interact with. i’m literally crying right now because i don’t understand why this is happening to me, why this level of GOOD is flooding into my life. all i want to do is pass it on. i don’t understand why things are going to be okay, but for the first time in so long, i know that they will be okay.

maybe 300 is not that big of a number to some people, idk, i don’t really have a frame of reference. to me it’s unbelievable. this has never happened to me before and i don’t know what to do with it but love you all as hard as i can.

please never think your effect on the world is too small to matter. you rarely know what other people are going through; how much even a short keysmashed comment on their fic or a like on their post might mean to them. you all mean so much to me. come to me anytime, i mean it. sometimes i am slow to answer, but i see you and i care and if you need someone, i’m here for you. thank you for being here for me. <3

anonymous asked:

how can people think that nick wrote stay for selena? Don't they love her? She fucking cried because of that song it broke her heart

Sorry for the late reply but I haven’t really been on for the past two days and I wanted to take this ask as a chance to talk about Stay. Really talk about Stay. Actually, about both Nick’s Stay and Miley’s Stay. Yes, people (Nelena stans) think Stay was about her because he first performed it in January 2010 when they were dating again and she was attending that particular concert. And since she cried, every single one of them assumed it was because she got emotional over the song he wrote her. I couldn’t disagree more.

Let’s start with some context. As we all know, Miley and Nick definitely had some kind of reunion in 2009. It started with a hug on stage and the looks at the Golden Globes in January 2009, then lovely pics at the KCA in March, the lunch date in April, Miley’s breakup with Justin Gaston articles in early June, Before the Storm (the tweets about the writing, the live performance in June), the jet ski pics in potato camera quality (to my fellow Larry shippers: Wellington camera level, seriously), Send it on in the summer, Larry King with Joe’s confirmation (’Nobody’s as famous as Miley Cyrus’), then Miley’s enigmatic tweets and pics (which were actually pretty obvious) in August about love and talking to someone on the phone for hours, and missing someone (she was filming The Last Song at the time, so to those who think she was already in love with Liam and those were about him: sorry but no, because he was with her on set, sooo…). Then it basically all stopped and Miley turned up with Liam on the Wonder World Tour and Nick with Selena.

Now, on the WWT DVD, which was filmed in December 2009, at one point Miley sings a couple of verses from her Stay, which was on the Can’t be tamed album that came out about 6 months later, which means she had already written it/she was writing it. Nick first performed Stay live in early January 2010.

Now let’s talk about those lyrics. Nick’s Stay is literally a reply to Miley’s 7 things which the whole world knows it was about Nick.

7 things:

Your hand in mine when we’re intertwined, everything’s alright


Your hand in mine, babe,
Feels right somehow.

7 things:

the previous relationship we shared
It was awesome, but we lost it


We’ve had our past (I know),
let’s leave that behind.
Cause none of it lasts,
All that we have is tonight

7 things:

I probably shouldn’t say this
But at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous
Relationship we shared


I know you’re scared,
But I promise, babe,
I’m not who I was before.
Now the pain is done,
there’s no need to be afraid.
We don’t have time to waste,
Just tell me that you’ll stay.

I mean… yeah.

Besides, considering that he first performed it on January 7th, even though we don’t know when exactly he wrote it, I think it’s safe to say it could easily have been at the end of 2009. So whether it was written to try and prevent their second falling out or as a way to cope with their breakup, I’m quite convinced she had already performed it for Nick before, which makes me believe his Stay is a reply to hers and hers is not about Liam like she tried to convince the general public in those interviews to promote Can’t be Tamed (besides the fact that during the Gypsy Heart Tour she replied ‘it’s not that easy’ to a sign that said ‘if you ask Nick he’ll stay’). Why? Let’s look at Miley’s Stay lyrics for a second, shall we?

Well it’s good to hear your voice
I hope you’re doing fine
And if you ever wonder
I’m lonely here tonight
I’m lost here in this moment
And time keeps slipping by
And if I could have just one wish
I’d have you by my side
Ooh oh, I miss you
Ooh oh, I need you

Doesn’t this remind you of those phone calls and tweets in August? And wouldn’t it fit if they weren’t in a good place/had just broken up and she realized she still wanted to be with him by feeling the same as she did when they were together but physically apart back in August because he was on tour and she was on the set of a movie?

I love you more than I did before
And if today I don’t see your face
Nothing’s changed, no one can take your place
It gets harder, everyday
Say you love me more than you did before
And I’m sorry it’s this way

How could she say that about someone (Liam) she had never been in a relationship before? Someone she was dating for the first time in her life? Right, she couldn’t because it wouldn’t make any sense.

Well I try to live without you

Same thing here: how could she try to live without someone she had never been apart from before?

Nick’s Stay:

Beautiful, one of a kind.
You’re something special babe,
And don’t even realize
That you’re my heart’s desire.

Miley’s Stay:

I never wanna lose you
And if I had to I would choose you
So stay, please always stay
You’re the one that I hold onto
‘Cause my heart would stop without, you
[…] Nothing’s changed, no one can take your place

They were on the same page. For some reason even though things weren’t going so well they still needed each other and wanted to be with one another.

And finally…

Miley’s Stay:

And if you ask me I will stay, I will stay
I’ll always stay

Nick’s Stay:

Just tell me that you’ll stay.

He asked her to stay just like she wanted him to do, and to do that he basically replied to THE Niley breakup song which is 7 things. The one where she put all her anger and any type of feeling about her heartbreak.

Now, to (finally) get to the point: Selena is not stupid, she never was. She was just a bit naive maybe, but not stupid. When she heard that song all the pieces of the puzzle fit and she realized Nick was just using her once again to fill the void inside of him left by the breakup with Miley. She realized that just like in 2008 he wasn’t really into her, but just trying to cope with Miley’s absence, once again. She realized he probably wouldn’t ever feel the same way she felt about him, and love her as much as he loved Miley. And that, OF COURSE, broke her heart. That’s why she was crying. And that’s why by February 2010 we had articles about Nick and Selena’s breakup. The second and last breakup.

This turned out even longer than I expected it to be and I’m pretty sure you anon were not expecting such a long-ass answer either but I had been keeping this to myself for way too long and this message was the perfect one to let it all out, so thank you (and congrats to you if you got to the end of this. And to everyone else who stumbled across this post and did the same).

Life Lessons, chapter 2

Life Lessons masterlist

Mr Stan called to me. Sorry. I haven’t even read it over except for spelling mistakes, I’m just splurging it on the page so it’s probably rubbish!

Mr Stan has a great line in jumpers (blatant excuse to use one of my favourite pictures)

Nothing quite like walking into a meeting, late, with snot on your shoulder, to make you feel small. Non-parents 1, 2, and 3 all gave you that understanding head-tilt that you knew meant they were weighing up which one of them could get your job when you were fired/resigned due to stress.

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Are we gonna talk about how, so far, absolutely no Tomione fanfics (to my knowledge) have had one (or both) of the characters actively addressing the hybristophiliac element of the relationship? 

Or any ‘ship involving Tom Riddle, actually.

For those who don’t know what the term means, hybristophilia (“Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome”) is a paraphilia in which sexual arousal, facilitation, and attainment of orgasm are responsive to, and contingent upon, being with a partner known to have committed an outrage, cheating, lying, known infidelities or crime, such as rape, murder, or armed robbery.

It’s also the reason why high-profile serial killers (or other criminals) tend to get multiple marriage proposals before they’re even incarcerated, and also receive large volumes of fan mail while in prison. In some cases, admirers of these criminals have gone on to marry the object of their affections in prison.

Sheila Isenberg, author of Women Who Love Men Who Kill, spoke with dozens of women who had relationships with murderers. She found that there are two primary groups of people who end up with murderers: those who fall in love with “ordinary murderers,” believing they see the “true” good side of the killer…and those who start relationships with notorious, tabloid-headlining murderers because they are drawn to the spotlight.

“They want to be infamous, too. When Scott Peterson was sent to prison, he got marriage proposals by the bucket before he even got to the prison. They know that if they get involved with these men, their name, or maybe their picture, will get in the paper,” Isenberg said.

On the other hand, Katherine Ramsland, who is a professor of forensic psychology at DeSales University, mentions that some of the women in particular who have married or dated male serial killers have offered the following reasons:

  • “Some believe they can change a man as cruel and powerful as a serial killer.”
  • “Others “see” the little boy that the killer once was and seek to nurture him.”
  • “A few hoped to share in the media spotlight or get a book or movie deal.”
  • “Then there’s the notion of the ‘“perfect boyfriend’. She knows where he is at all times and she knows he’s thinking about her. While she can claim that someone loves her, she does not have to endure the day-to-day issues involved in most relationships. There’s no laundry to do, no cooking for him, and no accountability to him. She can keep the fantasy charged up for a long time.”

One of the most infamous examples of hybristophilia is the large number of women attracted to Ted Bundy after his arrest. He often drew scores of women at the jammed courtrooms of his trials each day. Bundy also allegedly received hundreds of love letters from women while he was incarcerated.

Other serial killers who attracted hordes of female (and sometimes male) admirers also include Jeffrey Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, Charles Manson, and Timothy McVeigh. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, James Eagan Holmes, and Adam Lanza. The list literally goes on and on. Even Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the last living Boston Bomber, seems to have a “cult” of women admiring and fetishizing him and his actions from afar.

Even J.K. Rowling has noted the trend of women “admiring” less-than-admirable characters in the Harry Potter books. While Rowling’s words addressed the female “adoration” of Draco Malfoy (after all, “Draco in Leather Pants” is a trope), I feel that her sentiments are identical in relation to the character of Tom Riddle as well.

From the aptly-titled Entertainment Weekly article, “J.K. Rowling blames Tom Felton for turning Draco Malfoy into a heartthrob”:

J.K. Rowling watched Draco Malfoy go from school bully in the Harry Potter books to teenage heartthrob in the films, and she blames Tom Felton.

The actor who portrayed the Slytherin bad boy in all eight movie installments apologized to the renowned author on Twitter for his popularity with the ladies. “I’m sorry girls like Malfoy,” he wrote in response to a fan’s purchase of a “Draco Malfoy Is My Boyfriend” T-shirt, noting the character probably wouldn’t make a great boyfriend.

“I’m not too sure Draco would be a good boyfriend. Ron however? (@jk_rowling I’m sorry girls like Malfoy)” Felton posted on Twitter.

Rowling, in turn, playfully responded by tweeting: “I don’t blame you, Tom. (I do blame Tom).”

n December of last year, Rowling published a response on her website Pottermore about how “unnerved” she was over “the number of girls who fell for this particular fictional character.” 

She wrote, “Draco has all the glamour of the anti-hero; girls are very apt to romanticize such people. All of this left me in the unenviable position of pouring cold, common sense on ardent readers’ daydreams as I told them, rather severely, that Draco was not concealing a heart of gold under all that sneering and prejudice and that no, he and Harry were not destined to end up best friends.”

That being said, do you really think that Hermione would be any different, in Rowling’s view, from “one of those girls who likes to romanticize” men like Tom Riddle? Especially since Rowling originally based Hermione off of “an exaggerated version of herself”, and the fact that Rowling’s words seem to be words of warning based on her own, prior experience of “romanticizing” certain men?

Chamber of Secrets may very well answer this for us. From my own contribution to the HP Wiki, all based on observations from the book:

…Hermione, after fully recovering from her Polyjuice mishap, was shown T. M. Riddle’s Diary by Harry. 

At first enthusiastic that the book might have “magical powers”, Hermione first came up with the theory that it was Tom Riddle who originally “caught” the “Heir of Slytherin” when the Chamber of Secrets had been opened fifty years prior. 

She also correctly guessed that the Diary contained the answers to the Chamber’s location, how to open it, and the true identity of Slytherin’s monster. Thinking that the Diary was written in invisible ink, the attempted to use the spell Aparecium, and then a Revealer, on the object, but to no effect. 

Later on, when Harry went to the trophy room to try to learn more about Tom Riddle, he was accompanied by an “interested” Hermione. 

When Ron compared Riddle to Percy “in disgust”, mentioning the former as being “Prefect, Head Boy…probably at the top of every class”, Hermione responded in a “slightly hurt” voice, “You say that like it’s a bad thing." 

Later on, she also correctly deduced that Riddle had "caught the wrong person”, and that “it was some other monster [not Hagrid’s Acromantula, Aragog] that was killing people”.

 After Harry mentioned “hearing the voice” again before the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Hermione ran immediately to the Library to research, where realised that Slytherin’s monster was a basilisk. 

Tearing the page out of the book, and putting it in her right hand, she left the Library, where she warned the first person she met, Penelope Clearwater, to look around corners with her mirror. However, both Hermione and Penelope were petrified by Salazar Slytherin’s Basilisk, which was controlled by Tom Riddle’s memory.

From this, we can reliably deduce that Hermione - to some extent - is “interested” in Tom Riddle. She’s even described as “interested” in the book, if not outright “fascinated”. 

T.M. Riddle - and his Diary - present to her what many Tomione writers (ironically) write as why Tom is attracted to Hermione: it provides a mystery - a puzzle - for Hermione to “solve”. 

However, as Hermione follows the trail of clues, getting closer and closer to the truth (she’s already correctly deduced much of it already on the first try in the book), she gets deeper and deeper “down the rabbit hole”. 

For this reason, I think this is why the Diary Riddle targeted Hermione to begin with. Riddle recognized that Hermione was getting “too close to the truth”, and saw her as a threat

Tom Riddle, the character purported by so many fans to be an “ardent blood purist”, was afraid of a ‘Mudblood’ finding out what he was doing

To some extent, I also believe that the reason why Tom Riddle saw Hermione as such a threat was because he saw so much of himself in Hermione. He saw her fascination, her interest, her intelligence and cleverness, and her ambition…and how much it mirrored himself. 

In Chamber of Secrets, Riddle talks about the “similarities” and parallels between himself and Harry. However, why do you think Riddle noticed this (other than Harry’s Parseltongue ability, probably information fed to him by Ginny) to begin with…if not after a realization of what exactly Harry’s ‘Mudblood’ friend was doing, and just how terribly close she was to discovering the truth? 

If Harry reminded Riddle of himself in looks and his Parseltongue ability, what are the odds that Riddle was also reminded of his own ambition and personality in Hermione’s quest to “solve the mystery”? I’d say pretty high.

To add the metaphorical “icing on the cake”, do you really think that Tom Riddle - a serial killer (of sorts) in his own right - would not consciously recognize this effect as a possibility in Hermione’s interest in him?

Chamber of Secrets, again, answers this for us:

“How did Ginny get like this?” He [Harry] asked slowly. 

“Well, that’s an interesting question,” Riddle said pleasantly. “And quite a long story. I suppose the real reason Ginny Weasley’s like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger.”

“What are you talking about?” said Harry.

“The Diary,” said Riddle. “My diary. Little Ginny’s been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes - how her brothers tease her, how she had come to school with secondhand robes and books, how” - Riddle’s eyes glinted - “how didn’t think famous, good, great Harry Potter would ever like her…”

…”it’s very boring, having to listen to the silly, little troubles of an eleven-year-old girl,” he went on. “But I was patient. I wrote back. I was sympathetic, I was kind. Ginny simply loved me. No one’s ever understood me like you, Tom…I’m so glad I’ve got this diary to confide in…It’s like having a friend I can carry around in my pocket…

…”If I say it myself, Harry, I’ve always been able to charm the people I needed…”

Even in the books, we see Tom Riddle using his good looks, charm, and appearances in order to deceive (almost) everyone around him. From my own research into the Kinsey studies and population demographics of the WWII era, Riddle would have also had no shortage of women vying to court and marry him. In that age, men were a commodity, hence the “baby boom” that followed after the end of WWII.

Tom Riddle knew the effects of hybristophilia. Of course, this is Tom Riddle we’re talking about - the same man who was a master of Legilimency; likely taught himself Legilimency; and therefore, he likely studied psychology extensively. (You also likely have to understand how Legilimency works on a base level to even begin to become “good” at it.) He was also a master of manipulation, misdirection, and making others his puppets.

In a later book, Hermione even says to Harry:

“Harry, he has overpowered the Ministry, the newspapers, and half the wizarding community! Don’t let him enter your mind, too!”

This quote, to me - and particularly, the “too” - shows that Hermione also knows just how dangerous Tom Riddle is. While Hermione with the Diary [instead of Ginny] in Chamber of Secrets, probably wouldn’t work, as she’s suspicious of it from the start, there are other factors to consider. Other ways how Tom Riddle has “gotten inside her head”.

Counting Chamber of Secrets, Tom had already entered Hermione’s mind. Hermione’s previous “interest” in Tom Riddle - perhaps, even, “fascination” - directly led her to being petrified by the basilisk to begin with. She’s gone “down the rabbit hole” before, and is warning Harry not to fall for the “mystery and charm” of Riddle himself - in turn, paralleling Rowling’s words of caution to those girls “infatuated” with a man “like Draco Malfoy”.

This is why I want to see a Tomione story with either Hermione or Tom - and particularly Tom - address hybristophilia at one point. I may even write such a scene myself. I want Tom, knowing that Hermione knows what he’s done, challenges her motives - her “interest” - by calling her a “hybristophiliac”.

“There are two primary groups of people who end up with a murderer: those that believe they see the ‘true’, good side of him…and those who start relationships with notorious, tabloid-headlining murderers because they are drawn to the spotlight,” I want him to say. 

“Which, one, I wonder, are you, Miss Granger?”

Don't be late

@your-lovely-birdHappy summer :) hope you’ll like this little ficlet!

by @letsplaysomethingdifferent

Teen - canon character death

Being strung out, Derek goes to visit his best friend Erica in Beacon Hills. Little did he know that he would meet someone who would change his life.

    Part 1

    Derek had always been one to invent stories. When he was little, he would spend hours and hours modeling little men in playdough and making them do whatever scenario he had in mind.

    Growing up, he always had had multiple notebooks, always keeping one close to hand so he could write what his overflowing imagination dictated him.

    High School years had been the best for Derek. He had joined the writing club, wrote short stories for the school’s journal and was excellent in every literary subject.

    Oh, how dearly he had wished to become a writer. It had tormented him for months before he had been able to talk about it with his parents. But, as he had imagined, Talia and Robert had been against it, saying he would earn nothing and be unhappy for the rest of his life, that it was only a hobby and not something he could live with.

    Nevertheless, Derek had still been able to study English literature and, at the end of his studies, his father had found him an internship in one of his editing company in New York City. The job was fucking hard and tiring but Derek had played along for a few years so his father would be proud, as if everything was perfectly fine. 

    Sometimes it seemed to be so. Derek had made a few very good friends among his colleagues. They would go on holidays together, eat dinner at least once or twice a week. They were keeping each other away from a burn out.

    But most of the time, Derek would go home after a long day of work and burst into tears. To him, his life was nothing but a big failure.

    It had lasted for many years. Subway, work, sleep. Sometimes friends, sex and alcohol. Always the same. Until that 24th of December, when finally going home for Christmas, Derek had found his family house in flames.

    Later, the police had stated that the cause of the fire was criminal. A crazy woman burning everything she could find. She had been locked away and Derek had found himself with nothing left but an economic empire.

    Derek could have stopped working. It was quite the opposite and he intensified his work, spending more than fourteen hours a day at the office, taking no pause to eat or breath a little. It felt like living on his father’s legacy would be a big fraud. And he couldn’t disappoint him like that. 

    It had lasted for a year, until that day in January, when everything had fell apart. Derek had come back to his flat and collapsed on his bed, crying his eyes out. How could he have reached this point?

    Trying to calm himself down, he took his phone and dialed her number.

    « What’s up D? How are you still awake at that hour? »

    « I need you Erica » he whispered.

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    My personal experience meeting Bobby

    So to begin the reason I was able to meet Bobby was because of my best friend, whom I will refer to as Y in this post for her own privacy. A little background about her, her family and Bobby’s family are very close and have known each other for a while. Her family and Bobby’s family live very close together so they see each other often. Y went to school together with Bobby until he moved to Korea his sophomore year of high school to become a YG trainee. 


    Y and I had planned on eating together on Saturday. Since Saturday was Bobby’s last day here though she wanted to make sure that I was able to meet him. He didn’t have enough time for lunch so we decided to go get snocream instead. She is the sweetest girl ever, she told me afterwards how she “was so scared that he wouldn’t have time to go out cause she really wanted me to see him.” So I got to snocream and went on the bus to meet Y and Bobby’s cousin, who I will refer to as JH. For the record, Y, JH, Bobby and I are all the same age. JH, Y, and I ordered our snocream and then went out to the car to wait cause it would take about 30 mins for our order to be ready.

    I got in the car and the first thing I see is Bobby just curled up like a ball in the passenger seat which I thought was really funny. Y introduced me by saying “Ya Bobby this is my friend Madeline” so he turned around to say “annyeonghaseyo” and bowed his head at me before turning around. Y replied at him saying “she’s not korean” so he turned around and said hello instead haha. Before I got there apparently Y was telling Bobby how I was coming to eat snocream with them. Bobby asked “is she my fan?” and Y lied to him saying “no she has no idea who you are” to mess with him LOL. So when I got in the car he had no idea that I was his fan.

    Since JH, Y, and I are all college students we talked about school and stuff. Y and I were telling JH that he should come visit us at our school and come to a party sometime. We proceeded to talk about drinking and such and Bobby said that he doesn’t like drinking cause he doesn’t like the taste. I told Bobby that I could change that if he came to visit Y and I at school and he laughed and smiled at him. According to Y, Bobby’s always wanted to come visit her at school to see what college is like but he never has enough time when he comes to the US. Also since he usually comes in December/January, Y and I are usually on winter break. I talked to Bobby and JH about Y’s drinking habits since they’ve never seen her drunk. I told them about she get’s really emotional and cries when she’s drunk which they thought was hilarious and couldn’t stop laughing. I showed them some pictures of her when she got really drunk and just some funny pictures of her in general which made them laugh. AND HE TOUCHED MY PHONE LIKE 3 TIMES, I was honestly freaking out internally. Anyways, the pictures weren’t the most attractive photos of her but Bobby and JH kept saying in korean to her that she’s the prettiest girl they’ve ever seen. Bobby even said that Y is prettier than Beyonce which was really nice and funny LOL.

    While we were waiting Bobby kept saying how it was really hot in the car. The windows were fogging up from the heat so he start playing around and writing on the glass. First he wrote his signature on the windshield. After that he started playing around with the sun roof. JH, Y, and I were talking until we noticed he was up to something cause Bobby and Y’s younger brother couldn’t stop laughing. We looked up and they were drawing dicks on the sunroof glass. We all said that the dick they drew looked so small and sad so Bobby said he would draw a better one, He proceeded to draw the weirdest looking dick I have ever seen in my life. The dick he drew looked like a rounded edge upside-down triangle. After he was done all of us just burst out laughing saying what the fuck kind of dick is that. He got hot again so he would kept opening the car door to cool down. Eventually he decided to just get out and walk around the parking lot. At one point he randomly started dancing which was cute. 

    A few minutes later we decided to go check on our order. So we all went on the bus to get our snocream before going back to the car to eat. Bobby had the honeydew flavor at first so when JH asked him how it was Bobby said it was a little too sweet for his taste. JH was nice enough to trade his taro with Bobby’s honeydew though. Bobby liked the taro better than the Honeydew. He started complaining about how it was cold now and kept putting his hands in this weird position cause they were cold from holding the snocream. After we finished eating we were trying to clean up all the cups and stack them together. They made Y’s younger brother do it cause he’s the maknae of the group haha. When he was trying to figure out how to do it Bobby told him to scoop the contents of one out into the other cup and called him a dumb (insert curse word here) in Korean as a joke which made everyone laugh hahaha.

    Y and I got out of the car to throw away the cups. Y told Bobby to get out of the car to take a picture with me which he was confused about. Meanwhile I was starting my car and connected my phone to the audio system, my car started playing I Like 2 Party by Jay Park. He got out of Y’s car and heard the music playing and said something to Y about the music. I couldn’t hear exactly what he said but I definitely heard him ask something about Park Jaebum. Y told me that he was surprised because he didn’t know I was into kpop since Y didn’t tell him. So Y finally told him that I like kpop and that I was a fan of his and he said that he liked my shirt hehehe. You have no idea how happy I am that I wore that shirt on Saturday LOL. So I took a couple pictures with him before saying thank you and I told him he smelled good which made him smile at me haha. I’m a very straightforward person so I will say whatever’s on my mind so that’s why I said that to Bobby. Y came over and I hugged her for a while and saying goodbye and how I would miss her cause I probably won’t see her until I go back to school. Y kept saying “anajwo” to Bobby so he would give me a hug but I didn’t make a move and neither did he so it was just awkward haha. I waved goodbye to her and when I got to my car door I looked up at Bobby, who was looking at me, so I smiled and waved while he did the same back and ugh can I just say how adorable he was when he waved at me. 

    Looking back I kind of regret not wishing him a safe trip back or that I look forward to his debut or something more fan like since he knew by that point that I was a fan haha. But for those of you wondering his English is good, he has not problems speaking English. He spoke mostly Korean though because I was the only non-Korean of the group so I’m sure he was more comfortable speaking Korean. He’s just a regular teenager honestly. He’s funny, dorky, chill, and nice. He’s very good looking in real life. Every time he smiled, my heart melted though cause he was way too adorable. It was nice to see the side of him that isn’t super bad ass rapper Bobby. Now that I have experienced both sides of him though it’s kind of hard to imagine how they are same person. Bobby can be a regular dorky guy or he can be this incredibly charismatic idol. I think we all forget about how all these idols are just regular human beings sometimes. 

    Honestly I’m still stunned that I was able to meet him. Y always reassured me that she would make sure I met Bobby whenever he came to the US but I honestly never thought it would actually happen. I got so excited when she told me he was coming to the US. But after he arrived she wasn’t sure if I would be able to meet him for other reasons which I was a bit disappointed about I’m not going to lie. I tried to keep a positive outlook though, that there would be other opportunities to meet him cause I don’t like to be negative. But Friday night when I was texting her she was saying how she was trying to text him to see if he was free during the day on Saturday. She texted me the plan Saturday morning and no lie I was freaking out internally all the way to meet them. I couldn’t stop thinking about what would I say and what I should and should not say. 

    Now that it’s actually happened and I’ve met my #1 bias, I am so grateful and I realized how lucky I truly am. This is literally a once in a lifetime opportunity that I was presented with and I’ll never be able to forget it. I’m so eternally grateful to my best friend for making it happen for me cause she knows how big of a Bobby fan I am even though she hates to hear about it haha. I think I’ve told her 3 times since I last saw her about how much I love her and how grateful I am for her being my best friend. So if you are reading this Y, although I doubt you would read all this shit, I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH <3

    But yeah that’s about it, if you still have any questions please don’t hesitate to send me an ask! I’m sorry it was so long but if I don’t write everything down I’m afraid that I will forget about it. I hope you all enjoyed hearing about my personal experience!

    • December 21, 2016
    • I saw your name in my notifications for the first time in a long time.
    • I had waited forever to hear from you again, yet when my phone was blowing up with messages from you, I was too scared to even touch it.
    • After you left the country, I promised myself I wouldn't let the pain stop me from opening my heart again. But there I was, afraid to even open a damn text.
    • I just sat there for half an hour, pretending like nothing's happening. When I finally gathered the courage to pick up my phone, I replied to a couple of other people first — delaying the impact — before I took a deep breath and opened your messages.
    • You said you missed me like hell, and that life has been treating you terribly. You apologized for staying away... you simply feel you have no control over anything... not just over your situation but over yourself too, whom you said I wouldn't be able to recognize anymore.
    • I don't know if I should be insulted or flattered that you think of me when you're at rock bottom. Insulted because you ONLY come to me when you need saving. Flattered because you come to ME when you need saving.
    • Even worse, I don't feel like you're coming back to ME. I feel like you're coming back to HURT ME some more. It's tragic that I now see your attention as a threat.
    • I went back and forth like a general strategizing for war. "If I reply to his messages he'll break my heart again. But if I don't, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." Because despite how much I fear letting you in again, I couldn't bear the thought of you telling me how much you're suffering and then me doing nothing, saying nothing. So cold. So bitter. So heartless.
    • But the fear was too strong, so there was no way I could say "I miss you too" or "I'm here for you". Doing so would be opening myself up to torture.
    • I had to find a way to comfort you without making you think I'm ready to be broken by you again. So I wrote, "Your situation changed, but you're still you. Don't stop believing in yourself. I hope the New Year brings you better things. Good luck and take care."
    • And you noticed. You noticed that I replied two days later, when I used to reply in less than two seconds. You noticed that I wrote four sentences when I used to write four paragraphs. You noticed that I didn't include a heart, a kiss or even a smiley when I used to send you dozens. You noticed that I didn't call you love, babe or sweetheart. I didn't even mention your name. You noticed, and so you said "Thank you, dear", when you used to rant some more until you fall asleep.
    • We both know that by "Good luck and take care" I meant "Farewell", and that by "Thank you, dear" you meant "Goodbye".
    • I am very happy to have heard from you once more. But please, unless you wish to stay forever, don't ever knock on my door again. Because even though I still love you so much, I now love myself too.
    Been Thinking About You a Latte

    Day 1 of 25 Days of Christmas


    “You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)”

    One-shot based off the above prompt, found on ‘onetruepairingideas’.

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    A/N: I’ve decided to do a 25 days of Christmas where I basically post a one shot a day, from the 1st December till Christmas. Here’s the first one, I hope you enjoy it!

    The clock ticked eight o'clock in the morning and Phil’s head shot up, looking around excitedly. His eyes lit up when they landed on their new customer and he quickly got the coffee machine started.

    He heard a curse coming from near him and smirked. There was no way that he was going to let Mark win today. Twice in a week had been more than enough. He was about to serve some of their homemade biscuits in a plate when he noticed that their customer was already munching on a muffin.

    “What the hell?” he mumbled under his breath. He had only been distracted for a minute. Phil shook his head in disappointment and focused his efforts on making the best ever coffee. He should have known better than to allow himself to get distracted.

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