somehow white ppl can understand why the muggle born registry and the ministry taking people’s wands away was wrong but they are too dim witted to apply those same concepts to reality so a muslim registry and detaining (and handcuffing) legal visa holder’s and children as young as 5 years old doesn’t seem so outrageous to them bc it’s being done in the name of “national security”
like I really don’t understand how yall literally sat and made memes about the parallels between the candidates during the election and harry potter characters but when it comes down to showing compassion for actual humans you have some kind of disconnect?? like u guys cried so much about the government in the hunger games while u enabled our government to literally embody those same ideals and practices???
your favorite works of YA fiction have always alluded to history and if you can scrape up empathy for those characters I fail to understand why you are unable to translate that same rationale to reality….that level of compartmentalization is the ultimate manifestation of white american privilege.
1- I like the idea of them being long distance boyfriends….also yeah you wont take twig mccree away from me, he was like this when he joined OW and became beefy after a while….BUT FIRST HE WAS A TWINK OKAY.
Hanzo has always been kinda beefy, he just became EXTRA TOP QUALITY SHIMADA BEEF after going to the gym regularly.
2- Jesse´s beard sometimes is too much and gets in the way of proper kissing, thats what pisses off Hanzo, other than that, he loves it.
What makes us tick? What gets us all fired up? What makes us angry, and how do we express that anger? What do we really desire, and how do we go about getting it? The sign position of Mars reveals much about our basic animal nature—our aggressive instincts, our sexuality, and our drive.
aggressive, impulsive, but don’t live in the past, and are not given to holding grudges or feeling resentful
listen to their instincts, make fast decisions
irritated by indirectness
generally calm and easygoing people, but powerful tempers when they’re overly provoked
value strength and stability, they are driven by security and an especial fondness for personal possessions
slow to arousal, but theirs is an earthy and powerful sensuality
scattered and unfocused, easily bored
angry words—some of the most incisive and sarcastic ones— can fly around with the more energetic natives, draw on their sharp wit to win arguments
often express energy through musical instruments and the like—even video games
the most passive-aggressive position, seem to resist change and to shy away from direct confrontations
at their best, they turn others on with a protective, almost therapeutic way about them
have defensive reactions and bursts of emotional agitation when feeling offended
vital position, passions run high, and so does desire
enjoy the pleasures of risk-taking
act with authority and power, and their personal magnetism generally endows them with the ability to get what they want
have a knack for handling a wide variety of tasks at once, and a tendency to take on perhaps too much at the same time, which makes them doubt their abilities. it’s hard for them to deal with it and they might turn into complaining, over-critical nags
earthy and sometimes nervous sexuality, shy but open to experimentation
perfectionists at the heart, though they will be the first to deny it
overly indecisive, they feel the need to weigh all of the alternatives before taking action
they always play innocent when they are challenged, and can generally charm the birds out of the trees to win your favour
never mean but aggression has to go somewhere, so this often results sneaky behaviour and subterfuge
challenge themselves to do the impossible keeping their cool and their equilibrium on the surface
attracted to taboos and feel a certain kind of pleasure resisting their fantasies. also a black-or-white philosophy of life
their sexual appeal is strong enough that they generally do get what they want
when they get angry, they feel like running not knowing how to deal with their aggression, this is where their restless and adventurous nature comes in
playful and fun-loving, they love friendly debates, although they can go to extremes, very passionate about what they believe in
need to feel like they have space, they’re the ones who will run away when things get too serious or dull
a little hard on themselves, and sometimes others, though their self-control is strong when it comes to expressing anger, drive, energy, and sexuality
detests waste of any kind, which makes them hard to let go of things
self-indulgent by nature, disciplined, realistic, possesses the ability to plan for the future —something that many other signs have difficulties doing
a rather original view of the world, the tried-and-true methods of getting things done are far too boring
proud of their willpower and independence they are quite difficult to settle down
their madness isn’t easy to discover. Creative about getting what they want, you won’t always know you’re being dominated
an unusually passive placement, they don’t appear like they are capable of harming a fly
need a creative outlet that allowing them to express their desires of the moment, their compassion —and even their anger —freely and imaginatively
prone to feelings of guilt about their anger, and difficulties with asserting themselves
Reasons Why I Actually Loved Beauty and the Beast:
The back stories added a nice depth to the main characters, without taking too much screen time or taking away from the original story.
The plot holes from the original movie were filled in very nicely.
THE SUPPORTING CAST.
Seriously, whoever did the casting did an amazing job, I am very impressed.
I loved the greater emphasis on the servants. I fell in love with them. I mean I always loved them, but I loved them much more in this movie.
I liked the small homage to the broadway musical. (If anyone noticed, when Belle enters her room for the first time they play an instrumental of the song “Home” from the broadway musical).
Be My Guest had such beautiful CGI animation. That was easily my favorite scene in the film.
I loved that they made the Beast educated and well-read. And the scoff at Romeo and Juliet was perfect.
The romance between Belle and Beast felt much more natural and it was all very sweet: “They don’t like me either. The villagers all think I’m strange.” “Do you think that in time you could grow in affection?” “I don’t see why not.”
DAN STEVENS. I never thought I would actually feel sympathetic towards the Beast, nor did I thought I would actually like him. But man did Dan Stevens do him well.
DAN STEVENS’ SINGING. (I can’t decide if I like his version more than Josh Groban’s. That’s how good it is).
“I AM NOT A BEAST.”
More diversity! I was glad to see more POCs, interracial relationships, and portrayal of a same-sex relationship. It’s not perfect, but it’s a good start.
The Enchantress actually existed as a character throughout the movie and didn’t just disappear like in the original movie. It made the curse seem more like a lesson than a cruel punishment. It made it seem like she was always planning on sending a girl the Beast’s way, she just had to find the right one. And when she saw how kind and intelligent Belle was to her, she knew that she was the right girl for the Beast.
The inanimation scene before the transformations (I got really emotional and cried y'all)
Okay, no, seriously though, it really does make me sad that so many people seemed to have no idea what I was talking about when it comes to connecting things for energy transfer.
So, what even is an energy tether?
I personally use the term “energy tether” to describe this type of energy work, but they could be called anything - energy cords, energy feeds, etc. Basically, it’s a metaphysical connection to allow a direct and continuous flow of energy from a source into a target. And I say target, because it doesn’t need to be an inanimate object - it’s possible to do this with yourself too.
That sounds a little convoluted, Richtor; can you break it down a bit more?
Yes, I know, I’m fancy with my words. You’re creating an energetic line between two things, one thing to be used as a battery, to allow energy to constantly flow from the battery into the second thing, keeping it charged / powered forever.
Are you serious?
Why don’t we do this for everything in magic?
Honestly, I don’t know. If you’ve got an understanding of energy work and visualization, it really isn’t even that hard to create one. It can even be done with representational magic if you really wanna go that far, but it’s not that complex when you get down to it.
I’m assuming it’s just a case of, people don’t think about it like that, or, it wasn’t as widespread a thing as I thought it was.
Can’t we just do this with passive charging, like how we charge things in moonlight?
Yes, but objects only hold a limited amount of energy before they become full; once you’ve used up the energy, you need to recharge it again. Creating an energy tether allows a constant flow of energy, so as it is being used up by your intent or goal, it just refills itself.
To me, passive charging is no guarantee that the energy will stick or be absorbed by the object, and that is also why I prefer things that require focusing on the energy yourself (direct channeling), or this method.
What *can* you use energy tethers for, anyway?
Basically anything you want to keep charged for extended periods of time. Optimal for sigils, any sort of charms - hell, you can even connect thoughtforms / servitors this way. But, seriously, anything you want to keep constantly charged with minimal effort, this is a way to do it.
What can you use for “batteries” or power sources?
Anything that produces an almost endless amount of energy. The sun is the first and most obvious one I think of. You can use anything else that produces a lot of energy, though. If you live near a dam, or those electricity windmills, those would work. Power lines and electric generators are awesome, and a great way to incorporate different feels of energy (and tech magic) into your practice. Space, even; like, the entire damn thing. If it produces energy, it can be tethered.
What do you mean about different feels of energy?
This isn’t specific to tethers - all things that have and produce energy have different “feels” to them. The sun is more hot and energetic than the moon, which is cool and calming. Rose quartz is a bit more gentle than, say, jasper, which is hot and fire-y. Tiger’s eye is more solid and stable than clear quartz, which is fluid and mold-able to almost any intent.
We all experience feels of energy differently, however; these are just how I “energetically feel” those things.
(You also don’t need to “feel” anything to still do energy work, but that’s like a whole ‘nother post.)
Can you tether to something that doesn’t have unlimited energy?
Sure, yeah, but you’ll drain it, and then it won’t be fulfilling its purpose anymore.
So, you could use yourself as a power source?
You could, but it’s super draining and I wouldn’t recommend it. That object would constantly be taking your energy away from you, and it could have bad consequences, including physical ones - physical exhaustion is a side effect that can occur when you use too much of your energy, and I see it happen often to people who are not careful about their energy expenditure.
You can create switches for your tethers. As in, you can cinch them, close them off, to stop the flow of energy. Like you can turn on a pipe to get water flowing, then shut it off just as easily - you could create a “modification” for a tether similar in that manner.
Can these energy lines be broken?
Yep, absolutely. You can do it yourself if you no longer want them, someone else could do it if they could sense them, or they can naturally fade over time if you don’t give them proper upkeep and care.
Wait, upkeep? What happened to endless energy?
Yes, upkeep. You’re creating something to funnel energy, with energy. Energy needs to constantly be molded and kept in shape, or else it tends to just drift away. It really isn’t that hard to upkeep, though.
How do you keep your energy tethers safe from other people?
Just program that into them when you make them.
Any disadvantages to using an energy tether?
It depends on how you view the term disadvantage.
I think the thing that energy tethers lack is that bit of personalization that we often talk about being important in witchcraft. For example, you can keep a thoughtform powered by the sun, but it won’t contain your energy, won’t be as personally tied to you as if you charged it with your own energies. That can lose a lot of impact, when you really think about it, especially considering the nature of thoughtforms and the like.
Not to mention, you can overwhelm yourself with energy if you use a tether to connect yourself to an external source that produces more than your body can handle. You know how you can be overwhelmed by external energies, just by walking around? Yeah, now imagine that pumping straight into your body without a natural exit channel. Not fun.
Are there any other applications for energy tethers?
Fuck yeah. Use them to draw energy out of a target, in the form of a curse - literally sap their energies away so they have none left for their daily lives.
You can even connect yourself and another person with energy tethers, if you want to be able to share energy more freely and with more ease. (This is basically what I did with @ashesforeverashes, in a sense.)
Some people don’t like their energies taken without consent, though, and certain witchy protections can even prevent these sorts of tethers from forming in the first place, so keep that in mind.
Okay, all this talk about tethers, are you gonna show us how to make them?
Only if you ask nicely.
Okay that’s better.
It is essentially just a combination of energy work, intent, and visualization.
The first thing you need to do, is have an object you want charged.
Now, pick an energy source. You don’t need to be able to see it, but it can help.
Relax yourself, clear your mind if you can. Hold onto your object in your hands.
If you can, look at your energy source; this is clearly not applicable with the sun, so close your eyes and have your face turned toward it. If you can’t see your energy source, picture it in your mind as clearly as you can. Try to get a feel for its energy as well as you can, too.
Once you are confident with your source, imagine a cord connecting from it and to your object you want to keep charged. A nice visualization for this would be seeing the particles form together out of thin air to form your tether - literally materializing out of nothing and attaching to the source, creating a line that is slowly building down from the source and to your object. This can be done in whatever way you wish - just make it.
Take as long as you need to allow the cord to be build from your energy source to the target - it can take some time, depending on the distance and how experienced you are with energy work.
While you are creating it, focus on any attributes you want it to have - a thick cord that is hard to break, a shimmery appearance so no other magic users can see it, etc. Keep in mind the purpose of the cord, what you want it to do, how you want it to behave, and fuse that into it as it is being formed. If you wish to incorporate a switch, in order to turn on and off the flow of energy, now would be the time to do so - more visualization and intent, and declarations of “I can halt this flow of energy whenever I desire” should do the trick.
Once the cord is in place, you want to draw energy from your source and into the object, through the tether. Make it clear that energy only flows one way through this particular tether. Continue to draw from the energy source and down into the target, until you begin to feel the energy flowing through the tether naturally. Once energy is accumulating into the object on its own, you know the tether is complete.
For the upkeep; about once a week or so, focus on the tether and visualize it still being strong, without any gaps for energy to sift through. See a smooth, clean flow of energy from your energy source and into the target. If there are any obstructions, break them down and funnel them out.
What was this “representational magic” method you mentioned?
As a boost, you can have a representation of your energy source physically attached to the object or target, if you can. So, for example, you could have a tiny model of the sun, connected to the physical vessel for a thoughtform, by a piece of string. This can help keep the energy tether strengthened in a “physical” aspect, especially if you bind the physical to the energetic. Not to mention, just looking at it, you are reaffirmed that the tether is there and the object is charged, and that can assist with the upkeep.
Are there any “modifications” for energy tethers?
Totally. You can change the “material” you make the tether out of. Think of how people can put spikes onto personal shields, or make them have reflective surfaces - it’s sort of like that, but moreso changing the tether itself into something besides a beam of light. It can be a black cord like the ones electronics use; it can be made out of natural rope or hemp; it can be just a metal pipe that the energy slides through. Try to think about how each “material” might impact the flow and/or feel of energy.
You can also have one tether break off and charge many items at once - you don’t need a separate tether for each thing. Just focus on your tether and how it can fork, and imagine another branch coming from it naturally. Or, if you’re adding a separate line after the original tether has been “installed,” imagine a separate line growing or being molded from the first and down to the new object.
And there you have it - my post on energy tethers. Obviously this isn’t complete or all encompassing. This is just my view on these energetic cords, what they are, and how they can be made and used. I wrote this off the seat of my pants, but I think I covered everything I intended to. (And it feels hardcore like the old windvexer posts to me, which I’m not bothered by lol.)
I hope this helps you guys, or inspires you, or whatever. If you have any more questions, I… guess I can open my ask box, as long as y’all behave. Good luck, and have fun!
heres a prompt if u were interested: neil being oblivious when flirted with constantly while andrew doing nothing, passing by, twirling his racquet is enough to get neil's attention (the rest of the foxes smirk)
“You’re all zoned out,” Matt says in her ear. Dan tips him immediately backwards with a hand to the chest.
“Shush,” she tells him, gritted through the straw she’s worrying between her teeth. She ran out of the watered-down pepsi they’re serving in battered plastic jugs a half hour ago.
“Shush,” she insists, pressing two fingers to his mouth. She’s watching Neil trying to fill his water cup over at the far side of the banquet hall. He’s hovering in that way he does, like a shark who hasn’t figured out if something’s food yet.
There’s this sweet brown-eyed boy trying to talk to him, possibly the only male cheerleader in the room, certainly the least in the loop about Exy gossip. Dan watches him touch Neil’s arm and Neil jerks backwards into the table, toppling an entire icy water jug so it slops onto the floor and seeps through the tablecloth to the dark wood underneath.
Heads pop up, the boy falls all over himself to pour Neil a new glass, and Neil wanders off, bored.
Dan has noticed that people really want Neil to have a heart of gold. They like the news stories and they want them for themselves. They want the seams showing on his face and the tragedy in his back pocket, and they want to show everyone how accepting they are for finding his scars sexy.
All they really want is his trim waist and his pretty eyes and his vice-cap badge and the way he shoves cameras away and has more history than any twenty-year-old has any business having.
Dan’s seen it all before. The way people like the character you’re playing so much that they want to take you home and open you up and see how deep it goes.
Neil’s worse at knowing when it’s happening. Dan’s a professional. She can see the way their eyes follow him because at least a dozen are always following her too, especially in places like this banquet. They look at Neil, or Dan, and a little part of them expects a show.
She watches Neil walk towards them with his eyes pouring over the room like liquid and finding every crevice, every exit. She looks at Matt.
“He’s doing that thing where he’s making a spectacle but he thinks he’s being very subtle.”
“That’s his whole shtick. I’m fond of it, now.” Matt grins.
“Do you think he actually noticed he was being hit on?”
Matt hums, watching Neil wind through the tables back to the fox—trojan extravaganza at theirs. “I doubt he knows anything about that boy other than the fact that he was in front of him for a bit.”
Never cry. Why ruin your makeup or soak your brand new coat? Just keep it in or transform your sadness into anger. Anger is much more appealing than weakness.
Always chew gum. Blow bubbles, pop it in annoyance, chew it until it grows stringy and thin between your molars. Keep your mouth busy. That way you can’t say anything you don’t mean.
Bite your lip, not only will it attract the attention of the boy who holds his cup way too tight to have any idea what he’s doing with it, but it’ll also split open and your blood will act as a natural lip stain.
Soak your homework in orange juice and force it down your throat. Gulp it down, don’t you dare heave it up. Fill up your stomach with the paper and hope to god you’ll pass chemistry. Who knows, maybe trees will sprout and you’ll finally be able to take in oxygen. It’s the breakfast of champions.
Problems aren’t problems until you acknowledge that you have problems. So what if you drink a little too much on a school night? Who cares if you stand too long at the edge of the look-out point? Just flash them a smile, hike up your dress, laugh a little higher. It’s not running away from the issue if the issue doesn’t exist, right?
Lock your closet, skeletons are only meant to be seen in your health class.
Shatter your mirror, pick up a piece and hold it at arms length. There, now you can control what reflects back at you. Besides, it makes since to look at the individual parts of yourself, you’ve never been whole.
Stand up straight, don’t bow your head. Blue blood may not run through your veins but, unless it spills, no one has to know.
Remember that you’re a forest fire. You have poison underneath your finger nails. You are a wild thing, and wild things can not be tamed.
If you can’t be guaranteed heaven then give them hell.
MY TEARS ARE MADE OF ROSE WATER AND GASOLINE; TAKE A SHOT AND FEEL IT BURN // k.m.
I believe it is entirely possible to love somebody too much; To give so much of yourself that you find you are almost empty with nothing but a longing to fill yourself with thoughts of them.
Make no mistake, love can be a destructive force… it can consume you to the point of imbalance… You can give so much of yourself away and take on so much of someone else that you become like a boat taking on water… I believe you can drown in a person if you let yourself. You can think them, breathe them, you can want to become part of them so badly you that it’s almost as if you no longer exist… you become them. Their desires are yours. Their hopes, their aspirations and their dreams become yours. You exist solely as an extension of them. You become utterly and completely absorbed by them… slowly, they become your everything.
And the danger of course in loving someone too much… in losing yourself so completely within someone else that you can no longer exist without them is that the moment you lose that person… you lose EVERYTHING…
What do you think is the (symbolic) meaning behind having all the mains on the same place, trying to support sana (s4's main) in the clip today? :) x
you know what I didn’t even think about it until you mentioned it, so thank you so much for bringing this up!
wow, it’s kinda nostalgic isn’t it?
like think about it, Eva, Noora and Isak have all been in the position Sana is in now. Alone, inside their own head afraid of what’s to come next (same tbh)
and now here they are sharing this moment with her. Could they be a reminder for us to show us how much they have grown and the ‘evolution’ of the mains?
okay so Sana has served as an important character in each of their seasons. she helped each main move along in their story in a different way.
for example with Eva
Sana gave Eva the push she needed to finally confront Ingrid as well as all the feelings she has been repressing and torturing herself with from the beginning of this season. If it wasn’t for Sana we might not have gotten the most emotional heart to heart in this entire season. We wouldn’t have gotten Eva to finally let out all of her feelings as well as realising who she is and what means the most to her. She wouldn’t have gotten the push she needed to gain closure with Ingrid if it wasn’t for sana…and then of course she wouldn’t have caught Iben and learnt about Snakesak…so yeah Sana pushed Eva’s season along when she needed it.
Of course Sana and noora had that massive beautiful clip where she told Noora that it’s impossible to expect people to think like you do, but it is possible to try and understand them, and for them to understand you. This convo of course encouraged Noora to try to connect with William and talk to him…pushing her in the direction of Nico where the next part of her story began. Again you could say Sana pushed her story along…leading her to the next chapter of her journey and growth.
Now angel IsakMikki doesn’t have favourites I love my children equally
oh my gosh I loved this clip. I don’t know if Sana knew or not but she gave Isak exactly everything he needed to hear right in this moment of his story. She reassured him that he still means the same to her as he always has and that maybe his mum would feel the same way. she gave him the courage and the love he needed to tell his mum about Even. She made him feel less scared about how she would react and calm in knowing that she still sees him the same way herself. ahhh oh my god if it wasn’t for Sana I don’t know if Isak would have gotten the guts to tell his mother about his sexuality and that was one of the most important parts of his story. His mother accepting him and loving him when he needed it the most (hell he had been needing it since we met him) ahhh it was everything. and Sana helped him reach to that point where he could reach out to his mother. So again, she pushed and impacted his story…in the best way.
So now why were all the mains here in this clip?
Maybe they were here to remind us just how much Sana has been there for them. How much she has impacted their lives and had such a strong hand in moving their journeys of growth and development along. Because now Sana is the one withdrawing herself from everyone and believing that none of them see her as someone they can connect with because she is too different. She is beginning to take herself out of their world…to push them away. But they are here trying to remind us (and her but she can’t see it rn) that god dammit she is a part of their world. She’s not just a part of it but because of her their worlds have changed and grown. She has been there for all of them. They need her and they love her and they respect her.
but Sana feels like no one does.
someone needs to tell her just how important she is and why she is needed so much in their world…because their worlds are her world. <3
They each had Sana to move their story along…but who does Sana have? maybe that’s what they are trying to show us by involving them all here. Who is her Sana? What happens when the friend who is always there for everyone, needs someone to be there for her and get her to talk and listen?
I know people are really disappointed with the apparent Malec sex scene. And rightfully so. If they are willing to show Jace in that position and a huge portion of it with the girl and him talking about the runes and then just show Malec walking off an that’s it? So rightly pissed.
However, saying that I’m so happy that Malec once again communicated. I’m so happy that we got to see this vulnerable side of Magnus that is hidden away so often, where he was so happy to receive this gift from Alec. Later when their casually making out, it’s so easy and it’s so casual, it’s so realistic. Everything about Malec is realistic in this scene, it makes you relate to them so much. These two boys, just sitting and kissing on the sofa, nothing else but just being them. And the scene prior to the “sex” scene. I’ll take that communication over an actual sex scene any day.
I’ll take Magnus opening up about his fears of losing Alec, about getting too close and then Alec walking away. I’ll take Magnus opening about going too fast and making Alec realise that even though he’s centuries old he is just as vulnerable and just as scared. Alec realising this, Alec realising that it’s not only his feelings that should be taken into consideration but Magnus’ as well. And the way he reassured him, that smile on his face that just screamed “you are ridiculous if you think I’m ever letting go of you”, it just made everything better. You could see Magnus’ worries slowly fade away as he was led away.
So yea, I’m disappointed about the “sex” scene, not because we didn’t get to see it but because we saw a m/f one just at the start and then the lgbtqa ship was put on the back burner. But you know what, I’ll take Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood communicating like a real life relationship where so many people can relate to, over a sex scene anyday. anyday.
‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’
Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler
‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the
whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’
‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made
another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He
laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a
face a mixture of pity and remorse.
‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She
glared at him before leaving.
It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday
morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his
shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his
hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit
properly without feeling it.
He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey
after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do
anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t
know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but
at the end it’d only worsened it.
'It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I
was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a
chair at the eighth year common room.
'Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who
exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be
translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’
'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll
behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair
products’ Pansy smirked.
'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually
amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’
Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’
'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.
Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.
'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’
Hermione gave her a little smile.
'He owes he a favor’
Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.
'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’
'Tell me how amazing I am’
The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco
in the same position.
'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately.
'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’
'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go
on, tell me how amazing I am’
'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she
wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d
brought before. 'What-’
'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his
'There’s no need for that’
'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little
flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.
A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.
'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’
'Harry, please, Pansy said-’
'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time
Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit-
ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower
back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the
ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips
as hard as he could to stop from screaming.
Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get
up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his
shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his
bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming
down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had
come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint
Potter, who was panting by his side.
Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in
an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain
was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in
the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why
couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after
everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions
homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied
giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped
Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage,
after everything, almost sounded funny.
Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy
wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who
came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot
of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.
Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.
'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid
inside was thicker than water.
'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need
to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted
teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him
to leave, that cocky bastard.
'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the
ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon
filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.
'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.
'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I
can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable
to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see
what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy
gaping at him.
'Do you even-’
'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take
off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on
the far end of the bed.
He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them
when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.
Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and
started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime
he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry
couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible
for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.
'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as
close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew,
since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and
stilled, realising what that meant.
And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He
turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign
of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his
fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.
'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco
could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same
distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft
and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat when Potter squeezed and, even though his
lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He
exaled, relaxing into the matress.
Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing
Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he
did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing
of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He
stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.
'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he
'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry
had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it
meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.
He stopped shortly.
'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll
need you to lower you trousers a bit.
'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter
'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said
slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.
'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the
fuck was going on.
'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a
second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned
his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter
better know what he was doing.
Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was
doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn ’t
be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got
out of there.
Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his
thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press
lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it
hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy
Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work
I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could
see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could
see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.
'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.
Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress,
both hands on Malfoy’s hips.
'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.
'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could.
Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked
to say anything.
'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his
shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression
on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?
'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say
anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry
sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.
'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned
both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.
'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’
But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the
warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything
like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was
reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood
rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…
'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He
shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came
out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but
felt his shoulders lose tension again.
'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.
Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was
supposed to do.
'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs
pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and
And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.
Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too
tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum
against the pillow.
'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain
was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.
Harry moaned low.
Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew
was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter
pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the
whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt
his own cock twitching at that.
Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew
he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub
against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His
cheeks were flushed and lips parted.
Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above
Malfoy’s left ear.
'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t
imagining all that.
Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing
Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his
jaw and started sucking there.
Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint
The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry
escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he
His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them.
The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the
matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from
moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could
get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching,
scratching the soft skin.
Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.
'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t
right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…
'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips.
His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb
the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind
immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.
'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from
where Harry could see them.
Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed
Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock
was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows,
squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.
Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of
Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before,
his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers
there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.
He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound
of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click
signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen
if anyone decided to come in.
Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.
'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking
moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in
Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and
then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue.
Draco kept pushing back, gasping as he
did, completely out of control.
Harry had never done that before but the sencond he laid eyes on Draco’s
ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to
get all those delicious sounds out of him.
Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of
his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.
'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’
Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on
the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue
earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle
finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering
uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His
finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against
the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and
scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple
bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell
Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.
Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired
with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat,
more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his
throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to
do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside
him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know
was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.
The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he
could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid
there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry
stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt
exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and
leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking
stared, jerking himself as he did.
Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair,
having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture
caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.
'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his
mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s
lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to
Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance.
Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’
he whispered against his ear.
'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans
rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily
as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his
cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.
Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working
properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting,
but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just
never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they
were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to
take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself
Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him.
Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging
open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped
them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings
around blown pupils.
'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a
pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of
his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his
mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago.
And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full,
so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull
He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure
to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw
Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air
escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His
complex changed immediately.
'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass
thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.
Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted
them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave
marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down
again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked
hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched
Harry’s back repeatedly.
His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear
them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was
making those sounds.
The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and
coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge,
his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.
Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s
last thrusts too much to handle.
Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.
'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.
They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to
leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.
'You could… we- uh… we could…’
Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d
Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room
to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he
'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’
Draco felt his face flushing immediately.
'He did! I just…’
'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls
next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his
eyes from the book he had in hands.
His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t
‘You owe me two favours
now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.
‘What- Why two?’ Draco
shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.
‘Because,’ She stuck up a
finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found
someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’
Right that second Potter
walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco
immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley
with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and
saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.
‘Hey,’ Potter stood
awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his
cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear
he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess
Pansy was shaking trying
to keep herself from bursting out laughing.
‘Your dorm?’ Draco found
himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoody. The bastard blushed at Draco’s
words, but nodded with a smile on his face.
He’d barely turned his
back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.
What I hear most often from writers switching from short fiction to novels is: how do you stay invested for the long haul? How do you care about the same story for the time it takes to finish an entire book?
As someone who began with novel writing and never really mastered the art of the short story, I’ve always had the opposite question (how do you keep it to a minimum? how do you condense your ideas into just a few pages). But this doesn’t mean I’ve never had that age old book commitment problem. Even the best stories can drift away from us, and even the most dedicated writers will experience the occasional hiccup in their writing schedule. Too much time away–whether it be a busy schedule, a new child, an illness, or just general lack of inspiration–it can make coming back to the book after a writing drought seem impossible. You sit down in front of your story, see these words so old you hardly remember writing them in the first place, and think, how can I possibly keep going?
Coming back to an old story can feel a lot like a high school reunion: bumping into people you once knew so well but who have now become strangers, and now you hardly know to strike up a conversation. But just like a reunion, you have two choices: runaway and give up on the relationship for good, or force the smalltalk until you break into something real. If you’re lucky, by the end of the night, you can be laughing and having a great time, saying it’s like things “never changed at all” before you’re through. A book is the same way.
Just as we bring up “the good ‘ol times” in conversations, it’s important to revisit what made you write the book in the first place. Some things that have helped me have included:
Taking notes of my character’s planned emotional and physical arcs over the course of the book. This way if I lose investment or take too much time away and begin to lose that connection to their emotional state, I can return to my notes and see where I wanted them to be and start to understand their state of mind again and their purpose in my story.
Take notes of your planned plot or, if you’re not a structured planner, some things you hope to happen in the story or directions you might like it to go. This will be your road map later if you get lost along the way.
Make a playlist (or other art form, if you’re a painter, poet, etc.) that reminds you of your story. Listening to these songs later can help you to revisit the mindset you were in while writing and spark that creativity.
Go back and reread some of your older, already written chapters. This can help you to remember what the tone of the story was and how the dialogue was sounding. If you don’t and take a long break in the story, there’s a large chance that your story will end up disjointed with two separate narrative styles and tones that will be jarring for the readers (and yourself as you read it back later). This can also trigger the memory of how it felt to write this story last time and to hopefully help you to continue writing it again.
Practice writing a scene with your character(s) that won’t make it into the book. Jumping right back into the novel can seem daunting at times, so it may help to open a new document and write a random event just for practice on regaining and writing your character. Other useful exercises might include an interview, biography, or sample social media account for your character if applicable.
Just keep writing. Sometimes you have to write something terrible to break through to something good. But don’t worry. The delete button exists for a reason, and the editing process will be a lifesaver down the line.
To all the writers out there: how do you keep yourself focused and interested during the course of writing a novel? Do you have any tips for maintaining writing momentum?
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The LI's watching a drunken Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor talk endlessly to the other tavern-goers about how much they absolutely adore their lover; how wonderful and perfect they are, how incredibly blessed they are to have them. When a patron gets annoyed/bored and walks away, they just start all over with another patron.
Alistair: He’s extremely uncomfortable with the whole thing. He lets them run through two people before he drags them off to bed. “No, no. You’re embarrassing me! And you’re drunk. Just get some rest. It’s fine.”
Zevran: He’s sitting right next to the Warden the whole time, talking over them about how wonderful they are. He thinks it’s a great joke and tries to say increasingly outrageous things, hoping that the Warden will rise to the challenge, just to see the patrons’ faces.
Leliana: She thinks it’s sweet, and she’s just drunk enough to watch it all play out with a dreamy smile. For hours. Until the Warden passes out midsentence. That’s okay, though. It was lovely.
Morrigan: She claps her hand over the Warden’s mouth the moment it becomes clear that they have no intention of stopping. She’s not going to allow that. Random people in a tavern don’t deserve the Warden’s attention. And she really doesn’t want every random person in a tavern to know all that.
Fenris: He freezes up for a while, unable to figure out what to do as Hawke just babbles away to anyone who will listen about how amazing he is and how much they love him. When Hawke moves on to a fourth patron to slur at he finally manages to go over to them and get them into bed. “I love you, too, Hawke,” he says softly once they’re snoring away in bed. He wouldn’t admit it, but it was actually really nice to hear all that.
Isabela: She laughs and creates a stage out of a table and a couple of chairs and sits Hawke in the center of attention. “Yes, love, tell everyone how great I am!” She’s watching the whole thing with a grin. She loves it.
Anders: He’s pretty uncomfortable with it, but it takes him a little while to figure out what to do. In the end, Hawke rambles away to two people before he collects them and takes them home. “I love you, too, Hawke, but the tavern really isn’t the place for that.”
Merrill: She’s vibrating with both anxiety and happiness as Hawke tells anyone who will listen how much they love her. She bounces up and down in place, hands pressed to her mouth and eyes wide as she listens. Finally, she throws her arms around Hawke. “Oh, Hawke, I love you, too!” she tell them, her face buried in their shoulder. No one has ever cherished her the way Hawke does, and she loves it.
Cullen: The second he hears that the Inquisitor is in the Herald’s Rest talking about their relationship, he goes to collect them. He’s the Commander and they’re the Inquisitor, and that sort of behavior really should be allowed in public. His entire upper body is beet red when he collects his drunken lover, but he keeps his spine straight as he send them to bed.
Josephine: She’s blushing and lets it go on just a little longer than she really should just so she can hear it, then takes her lover to bed. With a glass of water right beside them, she tucks them in and kisses them goodnight, secretly pleased with what happened.
Cassandra: She smacks the Inquisitor to get them to stop, then takes them someplace quiet and private and lets them ramble about how much they love her. She wants to hear it, but she doesn’t want anyone else to hear it.
Iron Bull: He thinks it’s great fun! He keeps the Inquisitor’s cup full and lets them talk until they’re hoarse. The Chargers tease him mercilessly, but it’s all worth it!
Blackwall: “Now, my lady, that’s really improper,” he tries to say, but the Inquisitor just talks louder. After a while, he just scoops them up and sends them to bed. It’s sweet, but he’s not comfortable with it.
Sera: It’s great! Well, she knew it all already, but to hear Inky just keep talking is great! She’ll correct them sometimes or add things. And she makes sure the drinks keep coming!
Solas: He wasn’t in the tavern when it was happening, but hears the next morning that his vhenan was drunk and talking non-stop about how much they love him. He says nothing about it, not to anyone. When he sees the Inquisitor, hungover and sheepish, he kisses them lightly and makes a hangover cure, but otherwise doesn’t comment. He can’t deny, privately to himself, that he finds it oddly compelling.
Dorian: He’s right next to his amatus, and just drunk enough to let it go on without comment, his chest bowed out with pride. They laugh about it the next morning, both hungover with their limbs tangled together in the sheets.
What do you think of Harry saying SOTT is about a mom dying in childbirth. I'm just ??????? What do you think SOTT is about?
‘Sign of the Times’ came from ‘This isn’t the first time we’ve
been in a hard time, and it’s not going to be the last time.’ The song
is written from a point of view as if a mother was giving birth to a
child and there’s a complication. The mother is told, ‘The child is
fine, but you’re not going to make it.’ The mother has five minutes to
tell the child, 'Go forth and conquer.’
Harry Styles, Rolling Stone
When I read this I immediately thought he’s trying to tell us without telling us that Jay was the inspiration for SOTT and making it his lead single is a tribute to her. I mean, that’s my take on it. Makes sense to me.
She prepared her kids (which for all intents and purposes includes Harry) for her death.
Just stop your crying
It’s a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you’re wearing your best clothes
Referencing a funeral here.
You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain’t really good
Understand when it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go. Riches can’t save you. Your life may look great from the outside. But it’s not always as good as it looks. And those last two lines may be a reference to how shocked everyone was that young, beautiful, vivacious Jay had passed. It’s not all good in Harry’s hood, even if that’s what the tabloids and paps and gossips make it seem like.
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
We’re all whistling past the graveyard like death isn’t coming for us and our loved ones. When it comes, we’re devastated. We know it’s coming eventually, but we can’t get in the headspace of truly being ready for it. So we live on the run. Running from death. But it will catch us eventually.
Just stop your crying
It’s a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
It’ll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here
To everything there is a season. The time of death is upon us. But don’t stay in this place of grief. It’s ok to move on. Keep living your life.
Just stop your crying
Have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here
Jay wants her kids to enjoy life, even though she’ll be gone. She’s going to a better place. No more suffering.
Remember, everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here
It feels terrible now. But eventually, it’ll get better. And she’ll see them again someday. N.E.R.D.–noone ever really dies. Energy just transforms.
We don’t talk enough
We should open up
Before it’s all too much
Will we ever learn?
We’ve been here before
It’s just what we know
Don’t take your loved ones for granted. Share. Bond. Grow together. Do better. A mother’s wisdom.
I feel like this is where it was going with the dying mom comments. Of course, for many fucked up reasons, he obviously couldn’t say this was about Jay. But I think he dropped enough of a hint for us to pick up. It’s not the first hard time or the last? I think in Ever Since New York, Harry made it clear that hiding his relationship with Louis and engaging in fauxmances has been very painful for him and I’m sure for both families as well. The child is fine, but you’re not going to make it? Yep, all her kids are thankfully fine. The mother has 5 minutes to tell the child to go forth and conquer? That must have been what the last months of her life felt like–5 minutes. Not enough time. But she prepared them. God bless.
The 10th House sits at the very top of our chart and symbolizes our own public image. It is quite common for people to not relate to the sign on the 10th House cusp or the planets that live there. This is because we must grow into the 10th house, it does not come natural to us and it is not unusual for us to detest the qualities of the sign or planets in the 10th House in our younger years. This house shows us how we are perceived in the eye of the public but not so much in our private lives.
Signs in the 10th House ~
Aries in the 10th House: These people tend to appear to be very passionate about everything that they do. They can sometimes seems a little hyper or overexcited but this comes across in a childlike charm. Other people might see them to be quick to anger even if this isn’t the case.
Taurus in the 10th House: They tend to appear very calm and level headed. People see them as patient and caring but are also aware that they aren’t pushovers. They appear strong and durable but can also be seen to be quite stubborn and unyielding.
Gemini in the 10th House: These people may seem to others that they are always “go, go, go” and rarely every slow down! They might seem shallow and “quippy” and unfortunately often have the reputation of a gossip. They seem to be very cunning and mischievous which just adds to their sprite-like charm.
This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.