Ok, let’s talk about this (AMAZING and BEAUTIFUL) scene.
Many of Malec fans said this Malec scene was:
“not good” (sorry, I don’t know how to define it) because Magnus didn’t show Alec his cat eyes, before having their first time,
and forced because Alec didn’t respect Magnus’ feelings by wanting to take the next step in their relationship.
So I think…
About the first point, guys, we all know the tv show is different enough from the books so we should expect anything from the show (different situations, events, etc..)
About point 2… at first, I thought this Malec moments was… not forced but, maybe, a little bit rushed because they haven’t been in a relationship for long time and this because of many issues (finding Jace, defeating Valentine, protecting the Institute by demons’ attack…) so they had not time enough to stay together and have a moment for themselves, and Magnus said this to Alec too (2x06).
So they finally had their first date and Alec becomes aware of the 17.000 Magnus’ lovers. By here, he feels a bit uncomfortable about this situation but, at the end, he understands that it doesn’t metter how many people Magnus has been with because they are here and now, so he decides to pursue their relationship.
In 2x07, Magnus realizes how much he really loves Alec, who give to him a gift (without he needed a particular event). Magnus also realizes Alec is really different from all his old lovers so he feels so close to him that he want to enjoy every single moment of his life with him.
For this reason, when Alec seems to rush into this, taking their relationship to the next step in such a short time, Magnus feels worried about it because it’s like they have not fully enjoyed all the moments spent together (Magnus is immortal so he lived for many years, centuries and for this reason he thinks that it’s a bit rushed), also because he isworried he could lose him after this “next step”. (This can be seen in his eyes in GIF 3 when Alec starts to push him unbuttoning his shirt: it’s like he thinks “I don’t wanna lose you”)
So when Alec says “You have nothing to worry about. I want this”, I thought, at first, not that Alec doesn’t respect Magnus’ feelings…. but almost (?).
But then, on second thought, I really understand that it wasn’t like this.
* Alec is a particular character (introvert, a person who used to follow the rules to not wrong or make mistakes and a guy ashamed of what he really is, even if only at the beginning, who has learned to accept himself and his feelings), so I understand that this is a big step for him and he decides to do it with Magnus (!). *
So this is a very important thing to consider. And Magnus understands this. He knows this is important for Alexander and so this is why he let Alec kiss him and let it happen. (GIF 4)
I don’t know about you guys but, I think this love story is made very well and both, Harry and Matt, interpret their own characters at best! They are so great and I’d like them to have a never-ending (love) story!
On the bus during my commutes to and from school. And as I read, I’ve been making little notes and internal dialogues about things that I notice as I go (or notice again because I have no idea how many times I’ve read these books. So many times…) And I figured I might share them as I go through each book, because honestly when isn’t there a good time to geek out over the Wizarding World? Kay? Kay :)
The Philosopher’s Stone
Why, why, WHY does no one talk about Dumbledore’s fabulous high-heeled purple boots??
You know what I never noticed before? Professor McGonagall actually left Hogwarts to go to Privet Drive the day that James and Lily died. Like I mean obviously, but think about it; the first book starts out on a Tuesday (says it a couple paragraphs in to the first chapter) and we know that they died on Halloween. So the school is well into its Fall term, and it’s the middle of the week. McGonagall left the school, and all her classes, to go and sit all day long on that garden wall of Privet Drive just to wait for any information at all regarding this family. She sat there literally for hours to hear any confirmation of these wonderful yet terrible rumors. She waited and waited just to see if Harry was alright. And after just barely witnessing a distant taste of how horrid the Dursley’s were, she was completely outraged at Dumbledore’s suggestion to leave Harry there.
Also, there was a full day between when James and Lily were killed and when Hagrid brought Harry to Privet Drive. Imagine Hagrid taking care of baby bean Harry, loving on him so much, while probably breaking into tears every few minutes. I’m getting emotional, Hagrid and McGonagall are too wonderful.
I love the fact that the very first thing Mrs. Weasley does when she hears who Harry is from the twins is to make sure they treat him like a normal boy rather than going off to gawk at him. She is an amazing mother, and already so ready to protect him in a way he hadn’t known for ten years.
Harry and Ron’s first meeting means the world to me. These are two eleven year old boys bonding over not having much money nor being very special growing up. Will I ever make it through reading this series without getting overly-emotional at random bits? Nope, probably not!
I’m honestly still confused as to how Peter Pettigrew was sorted into Gryffindor. I mean he really doesn’t seem to display any of the the house traits as far as I can see. The only possible thing I can come up with is that he must’ve befriended the other three Marauders on the first train ride and was so desperate to stick close to them that he insisted the Sorting Hat place him with them. I mean the Hat does take the persons wants into consideration, he must’ve been adamant. Either that or perhaps part of the Hat’s decision is looking at where someone’s placement would benefit them most? Like “this child could do with being around these specific people so hopefully they will grow to be courageous when circumstances call for it, as well as truly loyal to those who care for and are loyal to them.” Maybe the Hat doesn’t just look at who you are but also who you need to become. And in the instance of Pettigrew, it just wasn’t enough.
It’s actually canon that Dumbledore likes bowling. Why does no one talk about this? More importantly, why is there no art for this??
Still not over how Hagrid totally sent Harry a letter with Hedwig that first week of school to make sure he didn’t feel left out.
Can we talk about the fact that Neville took on both Crabbe and Goyle single handed while Ron beat up Malfoy? Because FRICK YEAH go Neville!
Every time they mention Charlie Weasley I re-realize just how salty I am that they never had him in the movies.
Hagrid says Dumbledore “borrowed” Fluffy, which makes me wonder where he keeps Fluffy when he’s not living on the 3rd floor? Maybe in the forest, like Grawp? I suspect it would need to be super deep in there…
Honestly Snape is such an ass. I know he was technically on the good side, but he was certainly not a good person. And any Snape apologists can fight me on this.
I am so lucky to get reader email. I say lucky, because it’s sort of incredible that anyone would even take the time to contact me when there is homework to do and children to feed and presidential candidates to make fun of.
That being said, reader email can be all over the place. It ranges from OMG-I-LOVE-YOU-THANK-YOU to DIE-BITCH-DIE. The best conversations usually happen somewhere in between. And yet you might be surprised to know that the reader email that breaks my heart the most has nothing to do with my book.
Since DUMPLIN’ released on September 15th, I have received so many versions of this email so many times that I’ve decided to publicly respond. The email usually goes a little something like this:
I really loved your book so much, but I just don’t feel like it’s believable. The hot guy doesn’t go for the fat girl in real life. And two guys like Willowdean? I wish it could be true, but I just don’t buy it. The rest of the book was great. Thank you!
- Lovely Reader
In the words of Willowdean herself: SIGH.
I understand. I get it. I do.
This post (though it may seem like it) is not about my book. I am human. I wrote a book. It has imperfections as do I. The fat girl getting the/a guy is not an imperfection. It is not unbelievable. In this way, I can tell you that the book I wrote is not broken. The world around us is. We have been taught that we are not worthy. We are not deserving. It’s a lie.
No matter how badly we want to love ourselves and our bodies, society has trained us to have this knee jerk reaction/pit of your stomach feeling that says HA! NO WAY WOULD THAT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE!
So every time I get this email, I want to give the person on the other end a suffocatingly tight hug and whisper in their ear, “The fat girl gets the guy. Or the girl. Or the person. Or the thing they want. YOU get the guy/girl/person/thing.”
This isn’t about hot boys. This is about wanting, demanding, and having things we (FAT PEOPLE!) are not “allowed” to have. But I will say this: when you see a fat person and a thin or traditionally attractive person together, it isn’t some accidental universal slip. It isn’t always a fetish or a case of aiming low. (Though sometimes it is and that’s another post for another day.) In most cases, it is two people who have come together as a unit because they are wholly attracted to one another. Inside and out.
Society is broken. But you don’t have to be and choosing not to be is the first step to fixing the world we live in.
YOU get the guy. You get the girl. You get the person. You get the thing–WHATEVER it might be. Believe it, because this isn’t wish fulfillment. It’s fucking true.
How is this post different from the five others I’ve made this weekend? It totally is, trust me. (Mostly it’s that this is 100% Les Mis, without my other secret fandoms creeping in under the radar – they’ll hopefully get their own posts).
Fun fact: before I joined AO3, I kept my fanfic habits a secret. I still struggle with some embarrassment when asked to talk about it. As a result, I have very few bookmarks publicly visible on my AO3 account. But on my web browser? Oh boy. Not only do I have dozens upon dozens of bookmarked fics, I have them catalogued with metadata (why yes I am a librarian). This was super helpful for making some of my others posts, but sometimes there are fics that just defy my tagging system, or there weren’t enough things in the same category to warrant their own post.
This is by no means a complete list (nor in any particular order), but these were some fic that stood out to me as I went through my catalog of bookmarks:
This is one of those fics that I tend to forget about for several months at a time. I comb through my collection looking for things to read, and every single time I click on this one, I end up re-reading the whole thing. All 85K words. I have yet to regret it.
AN. Hello there cuties! First of all, annual time in which I apologies for being so busy. I have so many books to read for college and things to study. But I have decided to spend this weekend preparing a little surprise for all of you. I hope you will enjoy it! Happy holidays everyone!
Short intro: A joyfull time the reader spends with everyone, especially her boyfriend, at the Museum of national history Fandom: Night at the museum, Rami Malek Rating: Suitable for all ages Word count: 1113 Pairing: Ahkmenrah x reader
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“But I was born way back, before this tradition even started.
Why are we doing this again –“
“And I was born over a thousand years after it started, let’s
just enjoy it. I know most people in this institution won’t understand what
Christmas is about, but that is okay. It’s winter, the happiest time of the
year, and it’s finally snowing outside. Let’s appreciate it.”
You tucked a stray of hair behind your ear and continued
decorating the biggest Christmas tree you have seen in a really long time. Your
boyfriend helped along by passing some of the ornaments out of the box. Most of
them didn’t match and were old as the museum itself but nobody cared, the joy
is what’s important.
Around seven months ago you started working in this Museum of
national history of New York, where you’ve met your really old boyfriend. The
relationship you two had was odd, but special. It started off with you
innocently helping him wrap the linen sheets around his body before he would go
to the state of the dead mummified body. Luckily you have worked with some of
the most understanding people in the World that accepted you two constantly
looking at each other and snuggling in blankets behind Ahkmenrah’s sarcophagus.
But this holiday was meant for every single person, animal and object in this
building. From the little tiny people such as Jed and Octavious to the strong
and brave ex president of United States Theodore.
“You are pretty much right. I mean all of you have respected
me screaming when each summer begins and begging you all to bring me food to
offer to the gods…” He said with a little chuckle before holding your waist
carefully and helping you come back down from the old wooden staircase. Though
it was already three am, everyone else that doesn’t live outside the museum
considered this night very young; it was time for everyone that understand
English to gather around in the main hall and patiently wait for Larry to turn
on the projector, so all of us can watch some festive films.
The young pharaoh and you settled in front of the
informational counter and snuggled up in two blankets. And not so long after
you had already felt yourself getting extremely sleepy. But no, this was one of
the rare nights to spend with your boyfriend because you had a really busy job
He noticed, extending the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your
waist to stroke your hair carefully. “I know you work hard and you do a lot
when Ra is up, so sleep, you know I don’t mind.” You shook your head stubbornly
before leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “I would really like to
stay awake. I want to spend so much time with you. Though we really have a
lifetime, we don’t have the time together.” With a sad response you cached
Ahk’s hand and laced your fingers with his.
For several hours later, without even noticing, you took a
nap. Thankfully in the winter time the sun comes up a lot later. Or as
Ahkmenrah says; Ra gets lazy when it’s cold. You had woken up in the back room
slash office of the museum, someone must have brought you here once the movies
finished. As you were able to hear some festive music coming from the hallways
you guessed everyone was still awake and celebrating – besides you. Once you’ve
stretched your arms high to realise the tension in your body, you stood up and
took the water bottle from your bag. As you sipped some of the cold liquid to
refresh your throat from the heating system in the building, you proceeded to
exit the room and enter the main hall.
You then saw your boyfriend at the DJ desk, trying to make
sense out of the old festive records all of the employees have gathered.
Thankfully Larry’s son Nick came to help out. God what would we do without that
rebellious disco boy.
“I know you wanted to spend a lot of time with us, but it does
get difficult to stay awake doesn’t it?” Your good friend Sacagawea patting
your shoulder and then giving you a really warm hug. “Well yeah it does get a
bit tough, I want to spend this holiday with everyone, and especially well you
know who. But – “ you finished with a low sigh. “Guessing not every Christmas
gets to be extremely special.”
“Hey sweetie, listen to me. Think of it this way, all of are
actually together, in the same room. Some people don’t even get to have that.
Let’s just enjoy this?”
She had a really good point. Isn’t that was Christmas is
about? The joy of giving, being grateful for having someone by your side. “When
I look at it that way.” You said and turned your head around to look at your
boyfriend. “I wouldn’t wish for anything more.” He noticed and waved at you.
Motioning you to join him up stair at the desk. So step by step you made your
way towards him, and finally hugging him once you made the final step.
“Have you rested well?” he asked placing his big arms around
your waist and placing a small chaste kiss on your forehead.
“I have rested well, it was nice. Though I must admit, I would
rather wake up by your side…”
“Now we can arrange that.” He said with a cheeky smile on his
face before sending you a wink. Which made Nick turn around so he wouldn’t face
us anymore. Looking at his dad down stairs and showing a disgusted face.
You giggled before placing your hand on his cheek, gently
caressing it. “I am so happy I get to spend this Christmas with you. And it’s
so silly it took me so long that everything I wanted this year, I already have.”
“Now let me just say… that without my people developing
calendars you wouldn’t know when to celebrate the birth of Christ so, I had
this under my sleeve long time ago.” This made you chuckle then hit his
shoulder playfully. “You cheeky man. Maybe that is true, all of the things that
had happened in the world, had brought us to this moment.”
“And if my knowledge of this holiday is correct. When someone
is under mistletoe they are supposed to kiss… there is one above us right
The pharaoh smiled once you nodded in response and placed a
soft kiss on your lips. Making others turn around and look at us since he had forgotten
to switch records.
There once was a man who had lived through the ages. He had been a builder, an artisan, a healer, a priest, a prophet, a warrior, and a sorcerer. At times he had been a slave. At others he was a tyrant. Magic fell and technology reigned, and then magic rose again, and still he persevered, ancient like the sand itself, driven through the years by his obsession for a perfect world.