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The world comes to an end on Tuesday.

Because its a thawing, blossoming Tuesday in spring when Draco Malfoy pulls a ring from his pocket, bends down on one knee, proposes to the youngest Greengrass sister; and the spectators watch with avid eyes and proscetto slick lips the Malfoy boy in the Malfoy garden with the Malfoy heirloom. They watch and they don’t quite remember that just a year ago he’d been a causality of war.

But Draco Malfoy proposes. Recites a speech about pinks of cheeks and diamond bright eyes, souls meant to be stitched together and something like happiness budding in the sorer parts of his soul.

He proposes, and she says yes, and he can’t quite keep his eyes off the girl entangled in one of the rose bushes; watching the scene with sorrowful eyes and a flat line mouth.

The world ends on a Tuesday.

But it doesn’t quite stop spinning.


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       Viktor still holds onto a family heirloom of a pocket watch. It is of a very, very old and out dated style, though with it being simple pressed-gold plated brass of a simple design of a wolf (to represent his family’s last name) with a diamond for it’s eyes. He keeps it well tuned up and well hidden away in a lock box within his room.

       It is perhaps one of his most prized possessions; he recalls his father always carrying it on him and constantly using it to check the time when he was younger, only receiving it shortly before his father suspected he would pass. 

An epic history in the Ladybug jewelry?

So I was chatting with addicted2reading and I had a thought after mishearing and then correctly hearing Alix and her dad’s conversation after the latest Ladybug episode 4.

Warning, spoilers on episode 4 of Miraculous Ladybug under line.

Alix’s father mentions that the ‘pocket watch’ or at least pocket-watch-esque with additional smokey glowy-ness gift is a family heirloom passed down until the next in line is 15 (Alix’s age at her birthday).

Addicted2reading mentioned how advanced the technology for the smoke and effects was for an old, vintage watch. I wondered on similar lines: THAT IS ONE FLASHY POCKETWATCH LIKE WHAT? Why would you need the lights and smokes just to keep time? Plus, does the Edwardian style / colonial-like dressed woman that appears out of the smoke even tell time?

(Warning: Ramblings here)

She’s holding a giant watch that says 8:10. In the morning I’m assuming because of how bright out it is, BUT WOW IS THAT EARLY?? Considering it is light outside but no normal person is going to get up at 8 AM to go have birthday breakfast with their father. Unless its just before school, except Marinette was tasked with watching the bakery so their parents could go out on their anniversary. So probably not a school day. So since no normal person is up that early for fun then have a full on meal (although French portions are smaller than at least American breakfasts), The figure probably is not keeping time, or if she is it is inaccurately. Ironic.

But sorry, the time thing is a big irrelevant. Tangent.

Anyway. The point is, regardless of time keeping, that is one advanced graphics (haha pun) technological watch but with no real point for it other than to be flashy. But on a watch of all things.

I don’t have a lot of proof for this theory but here’s a few.

  • The watch glows for no real purpose other than to be a fancy piece of timepiece. (And as a plot point for why Chloe freaks out and drops it.)
  • This is really advanced for an heirloom piece, meaning old world technology.
  • Instead of technology it’s more like magic, a trick or slight of hand to wow the future generations to accept the watch.
  • Alix is classmates with Adrien and Marinette.
  • They all must know each other since Adrien’s father is rich and OWNS A FREAKIN MANSION PRACTICALLY ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE EIFFEL TOWER. And they all know Marinette’s family because of her father’s famous bakery.
  • The initial glow looks A LOT like Marinette’s earrings and Adrien’s ring as they start to glow into their transformation sequences.

What I’m trying to say here (after overanalyzing unimportant bits)


The heirloom watch reminds me a lot of Marinette’s earrings and Adrien’s ring in the sense that it acts similar to their’s. An (almost) everyday accessory that acts as their transformation amulet.

The major problem being that it doesn’t come with a tiny mini mascot creature thing like Tykki or Plagg.

There are fan theories rolling around that Marinette and Adrien might have gotten their items from their parents here and here. And that Hawkmoth might even be Adrien’s dad here. If that’s even semi-true then Alix’s heirloom would match.

And we have one theory that one of zagtoons animations Pixie Girl is going to be related to Miraculous Ladybug here. Which we know outright that Pixie Girl’s partner is a sorcerer. If they really are connected then magic would definatly be an explanation for the premise of Ladybug and Cat Noir’s powers and whatever the akuma butterflies are.

Also, the 'box’ that Tykki and Plagg jump into in the opening is theorized here to have similar traits to Taoist cosmology, which just makes me think of metaphysical reachings. Especially with the mentor character Fu, barely gifed here, having existed as a concept for the show so far.

Plus, the creators have already confirmed that the world was meant to be expansive, and originally meant to have a team of magical girls and boys fighting alongside Ladybug and Cat Noir here. Whether that idea will keep and we’ll see more magical fighters (Like Alix with her watch?!) is another thing. (I’m so hoping this will still be a thing, SO COOL.)

I don’t know though, got all these ideas spinning.
I wonder if in the ancient past there was a war with the akumas (or something epic) and the only way to fight them was through magic like our little critters Tykki and Plagg and magical items to channel them. Then after peace, all that’s left now are the artifacts from that time, 'family heirlooms.’ And that’s the origin of Marinette, Adrien, and Alix’s items/theorized heirlooms.



Anyone else???? …Ok, be in my corner then…

I always imagine 1st year Sirius Black waltzing aboard the Hogwarts Express with an unintentionally dignified air about him. However, given his repulsion towards his parents’ typical arrogant behavior, he isn’t necessarily trying to come across that way. Rather, he has resorted to his routine coping method when it comes to potential adversity- building a wall of feigned confidence around his fragile, battered interior to protect himself from the storm of trouble he believes is coming.

His family always painted Hogwarts as some sort of glorified elitist breeding ground for new generations of prejudiced witches and wizards, therefore, Sirius was already plotting his escape months in advance, if things at the school end up the way he so deeply fears.

Prior to his 1st year at Hogwarts, he never got the chance to spend time with people in the magical community outside of the Black family, (“to fraternize with the uncultured rabble and bastard offspring of filthy blood traitors,” as his mother would so delicately word it) and therefore can’t help believing that the others must be exactly like them.

This explains why he began identifying with muggle culture so early in his youth, as he longed to escape the hateful atmosphere that oozed from the members of his family, primarily in regards to their perspective of non-pureblood families.

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hahaha, no worries there, the epilogue is basically 12K of sheer fluff, I’m actually kind of embarrassed by it

I mean, just

“Yeah, great timing, actually!” Tom says, and pulls open one of his drawers. “Wanted to give this to you.”

Derek takes it and frowns. “A watch?”

“To wear at the wedding. You know, something old, something new.” Tom waves this away. “I’m not really superstitious, but I want you to have it. I wore it at my wedding to Claudia, and my dad wore it at his wedding, too.”

Derek frowns. “Shouldn’t – shouldn’t you give it to Stiles, then?”

“And have to sit through an hour of Pulp Fiction jokes, are you kidding me?” Tom rolls his eyes as Derek laughs reluctantly. “No. I want you to have it. Stiles has some heirlooms from both sides of his family, but I don’t know if you have anything. And you’re my son, Derek. I know that I can’t replace the father you lost, but you’re an amazing young man and I’m really proud of you. I couldn’t ask for a finer man to marry Stiles. I thank God every day that the two of you met.”


An Heirloom Restored

This is a watch that once belonged to my grandfather who passed away in the early 1980s. For much of my youth this watch sat in a kitchen drawer that held old rubber bands, random keys, twisty-ties, measuring tapes, exacto blades, a dull bowie knife, an eyeglass repair kit, and other miscellaneous items. Many of you probably have a similar drawer in your house–the place where random objects go to die. The fact that this watch sat in there for decades gives you a sense of the kind of premium placed on luxury items in my house. We didn’t really have them, so they weren’t on our radars. I’m sure there were times when its sale could have been a real boon to help pay for plane tickets to visit relatives in Taiwan, or some other costly expense that would be a strain on my parents’ finances. Perhaps my mother, who didn’t care much for such a thing, refrained from selling it because she thought I might want it one day. 

My grandfather was a professor of animal husbandry (his expertise was in pigs, which could explain–at least in part–my love of all things pork) at National Taiwan University in Taipei, and how he came by this watch is a story no one knows any more. Perhaps it was a gift from students (if only students gave Rolexes to their teachers these days!), maybe he bought it for himself. In any case, when I was in college, in the context of a conversation I’ve long since forgotten the topic of, my mother mentioned off-handedly that she thought my grandfather had a Rolex, and that it was in “that kitchen drawer.” Needless to say, the next time I went home I availed myself of the opportunity to find it and wear it. 

Despite having sat dormant in a drawer for over two decades, the watch kicked into gear with a few shakes and I wore it proudly for several years before it went haywire and started gaining hours within minutes, and the hands became grotesquely misaligned like its arms had been cruelly broken. I took it to several watchmakers to see if they could service it, but Rolex keeps a tight lid on parts so there was nothing I could do put take it to an authorized Rolex service center. When I pursued that route, it quickly became apparent that this watch would not be seeing any wrist time in the foreseeable future given that I was a graduate student subsisting on fellowships that did not include within their stipends disposable income that could cover any extraneous expense other than the copious amounts of alcohol that helped me through my Ph.D.

Having been gainfully employed now for several years, I began to realistically fiddle with the idea of getting the watch up and running last spring. This summer I decided to treat myself to the luxury, and to help finance the service by selling off some items I’ve not used for some time (lots of clothes, but some fountain pens too–I may yet part with a different watch as well). I must say the sell-off was well worth it, not only because I can now proudly wear this heirloom content in the knowledge that its innards are in tip-top shape and will be for years to come, but also because it was itself a real gift to be able to parlay things I’m not using much these days into something I’ll use quite a bit for decades. 

To top things off, I learned quite a bit about the watch from Rolex that I’d not known before, and was given quite a few complements by the watchmaker on some of the more unique aspects of the watch. I now know its from 1962, and that the combination of engine-turned bezel, this particular style of dauphine hands, a blued second hand (it’s now darkened with age, but knowing it was once blue I think I can see faint traces of blue at the point where it attaches to the dial), and the triangular indices was not very common. I wonder if it was a combination that was more common in the Asian market–I’ve found a few pictures of Oysterdates with the same configuration, but many more that have slightly different shaped hands, or, more common still, baton markers for the hours.  

If there’s a downside to this story it’s that my mother seems to recollect that my grandfather also had an Omega. Its whereabouts will forever remain a mystery though as the house I grew up in was sold several years ago.   

Some unorganized thoughts about A. Watch

I’m excited for it, not even as a watch, just as a new class of diminutive computer. Before the iPhone it was hard to imagine something smaller than a laptop being nearly as useful, and I think the same will be true of the watch looking up at the phone. I believe that technology becomes stratified rather than becoming obsolete, which is why we still make use of mainframes and laptops alike. Not to mention stone tools, the printing press, morse code, vinyl records, film etc. They may fall out of the mainstream, but when a technology crosses a certain threshold of usefulness it never really goes away, it just becomes part of a spectrum.

When Apple shows the slide of their product family (ever increasing to the left in smallness) some view it as a sort of evolution-of-man in reverse, with the smallest thing intended as the top of the food chain. I think a better way to look at it is a stack of sieves with increasingly fine layers of mesh; pour a task in the top and it gets caught at the layer that matches its size. Everyone has their own individual task-sifting needs and can choose their mesh sizes accordingly, the watch being merely the newest finest layer available. It’s easy to imagine an Apple Ring in the future, transmitting nothing but touches and heartbeats.

During the event Phil Schiller said something I thought was important, that the size of the new MacBook is defined by the size of the keyboard. The size of the keyboard is of course defined by the size of our two hands, as the iPhone is defined by the size of one hand, as the watch is defined by the size of a wrist. It completes a continuity of human-oriented sizing, and it’s a subtle reminder that these machines exist to serve us and not the other way around.

It’s also important to analyze the watch as an article of conspicuous consumption. It was sort of amazing to hear Tim Cook say that anything made by Apple would “start at ten thousand dollars,” even though it was widely expected for the gold version. The collision of worlds between technology and luxury has been a learning experience for both sides. Many Apple users ignore the status aspect of their products, choosing them simply because they’re often the best tools available. The gold watch makes it no longer possible to ignore Apple ownership as a status symbol, and I feel that realization is uncomfortable. For technology people, it’s a reminder that increasing sophistication comes at a social and environmental cost. For luxury people, it’s an indication that they’ve ignored technology as an aspect of their world for too long.

I have zero data to back this up, but my hunch is that buyers of super expensive “heirloom” watches rarely actually treat them as heirlooms. The kind of wealth and horological interest that drives the purchase of one heirloom watch seems like the kind that drives the purchase of many. The rest of us imagine that one precious gold watch handed down from parent to child over generations, but I suspect if that you’re rich and into watches you’ve probably got more than one, and you might even buy them seasonally. A quick glance at high end watch marketing reveals plenty of language designed to develop brand loyalty and create repeat buyers, and the sheer size of the industry suggests it’s working. (What this says about humanity is another matter.)

My point is only this: we keep seeing that technology is more useful the more closely it conforms to our weird human proportions and behaviors, including our sense of stylistic consequence. A watch is only useful if it’s worn, after all, and we’re naturally more particular about what we wear than what we carry. It remains to be seen if the Apple watch is a success as a computing device, but its place along the trajectory of personal technology seems very natural.

I just don’t need a gold one.