Everyone finds out they’re fucking, specifically, the Monday after prom, when half the senior class is still trying to wash glitter out of their hair and hide their Plan B receipts from their parents. Yearbooks are being passed around, skinny black Sharpies bleeding ink and ex’s and oh’s and the kind of burning, overwrought nostalgia Draco already wishes he had an eraser for.
It’s just a rumor until it isn’t.
It’s just a rumor until the iPad camera shutter snap echoes and echoes and echoes around the cavernous interior of the empty auditorium—and, oh, Draco will have to remember to laugh at that, later; getting caught, finally, on an actual fucking stage—when he doesn’t have her dressed pushed up and his boxers pushed down and the taste of her tart and sweet and wet on the tip of his tongue—
Everyone finds out.
That isn’t the real secret, though.
It wouldn’t be a big deal, if it was anyone else.
It wouldn’t be a big deal, if it wasn’t Hermione fucking Granger.
“What do you mean, that wasn’t the first time?” Potter’s voice cracks, slightly, on the last two words.
Hermione wore a Yale sweatshirt to school the day she got her acceptance letter.
Navy blue and bright, bright white. Crewneck. Her jeans were tucked unevenly into the tops of her boots, and all Draco could think about was how much better she’d look in Dartmouth green. In Princeton orange.
In nothing at all.
“After the shit he’s said?” Potter demands, sounding angry in a way that almost—almost—surprises Draco. Almost might as well be the story of his fucking life. “To you? About you? After the shit he’s done?”
Hermione’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click. “Yes,” she says simply, before reaching for Draco’s hand.
Draco had gotten better, over the years, at pretending.
It was a learned behavior. A conditional response to a childhood spent digesting the morals of Disney movies and anti-bullying campaigns and half-hearted reprimands to be nice. To be better. Smiles could be faked. Compliments could be forced.
Letters of recommendation, however—character references, long-winded tributes to his sportsmanship and his discipline and his superior time management skills—those couldn’t be.
“I’m in love with him,” Hermione says, and it’s a little bit surreal how deeply Draco understands her honesty. “People can surprise you, Harry, even when you don’t expect them to.” She hesitates, curling her fingers into Draco’s palm. “Especially when you don’t expect them to.”
“Looks like we’ll be at school together next year,” Draco remarked the Friday before spring break.
Hermione’s lips parted. Pink and full and bare. “You—Malfoys go to Harvard.”
He shrugged. Her sheets were itchy against his shoulder blades, patchwork red and gold flannel warm with residual body heat. “You’re the only thing I don’t want to leave behind,” he said.
So I recently finished the complete works of Sappho and in the afterward–which was a ton of historical reference, literary analysis, and tribute writing about Sappho and her work– I found repeatedly that she was referred to by many as “The Manly Sappho of Lesbos” or just manly Sappho. Plus all physical descriptions of her say that she was short, dark skinned, had short hair, and was not very feminine or attractive.
So my point with all this is, Sappho was one of the first butch woman of color loving other women who didn’t conform to conventional beauty standards and I just am so much more grateful to have her as our sapphic saint after learning this.
Algunos de los homenajes y referencias de la mítica serie al cine
Music: Sing Sing Sing (With a Swing) - The Benny Goodman Orchestra
Films that appear: Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) A Clockwork Orange (1971) Pulp Fiction (1994) Requiem for a dream (2000) The Gold Rush (1925) Full Metal Jacket (1987) The Fugitive (1993) Terminator 2 (1991) Reservoir Dogs (1992) The Birds (1963) Risky Business (1983) Citizen Kane (1941) Psycho (1960) The silence of the lambs (1991) Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) Basic Instinct (1992) Official and Gentleman (1982) One flew over the cuckoo’s nest (1975) 2001: A space Odissey (1968) Trainspotting (1996) Thelma and Louise (1991) The Godfather (1972) Taxi Driver (1976) The Shining (1980) Spiderman (2002) ET the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) Dr. Strange Love (1964)
Imagine getting walking down the seemingly never ending hallway of a train. You glanced down at the room number you were supposed to be in and then back up at the door standing in front of you. It was the correct one so you slid the door open to reveal four young men all staring at you. They were silent, just sending smirks to one another as you walked in and took a seat in between two of them. You gave them each a smile and a nod.
“Hello. Morning,” the boy sitting next to you said, giving you a smirk.
You blushed, you could deny he was cute and you couldn’t really complain about the predicament you were in. The train ride seemed to go by quicker being with them. Before you knew it it was over. You exited the train and began to walk down the street when you were stopped.
“Wait!” Someone called.
You were surprised you heard it when you turned around to see screaming girls chasing him down the street as he ran towards you. It was Paul, the one who sat next to you. And you felt so silly just now realizing who he really was. He stood before you panting, trying to catch his breath as he quickly spoke.
“I didn’t get your number,” he said with bated breath.
Your heart skipped a beat as you registered that a Beatle just asked for your number. You scrambled to write it down, seeing as the hoard of girls was growing closer. You gave it to him and he proof read it with a smile. He turned to look at the girls and then back at you.
“Gotta run, I’ll be seeing you soon though,” he said as he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before he ran off.
Okay, so, I decided to leave for work about 45 minutes earlier than I usually do, so that I could eat an early dinner before clocking in. I had my radio turned to the 50s/60s/70s station, like always, and this song started playing. I thought it sounded sort of lame, to be honest. What a crummy boring title, I scoffed.
Then came the chorus. And my eyes popped out of my head. I’m cruising down the street at 40 miles an hour, with no idea what has just hit me. It was like being struck by lightning. I’m pressing my hand to my chest, my jaw scraping the floorboards of my car, probably looking like a gaping moron to anyone curious enough to look.
Here are the lyrics of the chorus, for anyone unable to listen:
(Things) like a walk in the park (Things) like a kiss in the dark (Things) like a sailboat ride (yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried? Things like a lover’s vow Things that we don’t do now Thinkin’ ‘bout the things we used to do
I am not yet coherent enough to properly analyze this outside of the always-appropriate keysmash but like. It’s the exact same wording. From a song that reached #2 in the UK charts in 1962. Paul had to have known this song; it had to have meant something to him, and to John, for him to make such a reference in his tribute song.
Sorry for a random question, but have you ever seen a Hayao Miyazaki anime series called Sherlock Hound? Just asking, since the skinny Beagle Boy looks kinda similar to a character called Smiley from that show. Not saying that you stole the character design or anything like that, just curious if it is a conscious tribute/reference or just a coincidence =)
Sherlock Hound was a huge influence on us early on in development (and I think most of it is on YouTube!) There are also shades of Castle of Cagliostro and Porco Rosso in there.
Summary: AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.
I almost finished writing chapter 4 of “On Pointed Feet and Broken Dreams”, so I’ll probably be able to post it tomorrow! The first draft of the chapter included a reference/tribute to a fic that I love with all my heart and that I definitely recommend you to read if you like Victuuri fanfictions, called ‘Setting Sun’, but in the final version I cut the scene because I was too ashamed since my fic is so awful compared to that one and it’s so nothing special, the author would have probably hated me for that… But I wanted to recommend the fiction all the same, you can find it on AO3, it’s a canon-divergent AU in which Yuri P. wins the Onsen-on-Ice event and it features a lot of music, it even has an amazing Spotify Playlist! It’s beautifully written, original and moving! I read it three times! Give it a try if you haven’t already!
Okay this is going to sound cheesy as fuck but hear me out:
Final Fantasy IX was clearly made, from its inception, to be a tribute to the other final fantasys. We can really see that in the battle system, the job system and just Vivi’s existence among the forest of references. This tribute was just obviously part of it’s core and would up affecting basically every aspect of the game - so
the game’s main theme, in my opinion, is ‘You’re Not Alone’ - clued by that being a title of one of the main songs and characters constantly mentioning feeling alone or no longer feeling alone. Literally every single character confronts this theme - summarized by Vivi’s letter at the end of the game explaining how Zidane had been there for all of them.
And in a way I really think Square was trying to say that to it’s players, too? You’re not alone because you will always have these games, these stories and these characters. Not just IX, but every other final fantasy, too - those don’t just go away, even with time. And more than that, think of all the friends you’ve made through these games, all the connections you’ve built because of them - you’re never alone because of that, too. And at worst, you can always go on this adventure with Zidane and the rest again whenever you want.
And… I know it’s cheesy as hell, but I just think that’s such a nice. nice. nice. message for a game to give. IX will always be dear to my heart.