the lady fred

  • Professor Snape: [looking at the Twins terrible attempt at the Potions project] You've gotta be kidding me.
  • Fred: Remember, if you fail us -
  • George: you get us again next year.
  • [later in the Common Room]
  • Fred: Acceptable, ladies and gentlemen! We are below average!
  • George: Below average!
  • Both: Below average!
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Cecil Beaton’s opinions of the stars:

‘Miss Marilyn Monroe calls to mind the bouquet of a fireworks display… as spectacular as the silvery shower of a Vesuvius fountain. She walks like an undulating basilisk, scorching everything in her path but the rosemary bushes.
‘Her voice, of a loin-stroking affection, has the sensuality of silk or velvet. The puzzling truth is that Miss Monroe is a make-believe siren, unsophisticated as a Rhine maiden, innocent as a sleepwalker.
'She is an urchin pretending to be grown up, having the time of her life in Mother’s moth-eaten finery, tottering about in high-heeled shoes and sipping ginger ale as though it were a champagne cocktail.
'She is strikingly like an over-excited child asked downstairs after tea. She romps, she squeals with delight, she leaps on to the sofa. It is an artless, impromptu, high-spirited, infectiously gay performance. It will probably end in tears.’

‘A photographic beauty is someone who photographs well.      
Grace Kelly is a case in point. If she did not photograph well, we would scarcely stop to look at her on the street… If both sides of her face were the same as the right half she wouldn’t be on the screen. That side is very heavy, like a bull calf, but the left side is intensely feminine and creates the counter-point.
'She has unerringly good taste and an unerring sense of comportment.’

‘She’s everything I dislike. I have always loathed the Burtons for their vulgarity, commonness and crass bad taste, she combining the worst of U.S. and English taste.
'I treated her with authority, told her not to powder her nose, to come in front of the cameras with it shining.
'She wanted compliments. She got none. “Don’t touch me like that,” she whined! Her breasts, hanging and huge, were like those of a peasant woman suckling her young in Peru. On her fat, coarse hands more of the biggest diamonds and emeralds… And this was the woman who is the greatest “draw”. In comparison everyone else looked ladylike.’

‘It is a rare phenomenon to find a young girl with such inherent “star” quality. Yet she has too much innate candour to take on the gloss of artificiality Hollywood is apt to demand of its queens.
'Her stance is a combination of an ultra-fashion plate and a ballet dancer. Her features show character rather than prettiness. Her voice is peculiarly personal, with its unaccustomed rhythm and sing-song cadence that develops into a flat drawl that ends in a childlike query. It has a quality of heartbreak.
'Intelligent and alert, wistful but enthusiastic, frank yet tactful, assured without conceit and tender without sentimentality.’ (Audrey Hepburn)

Julie Andrews, an almost unknown girl who had the talent and luck to land the whopper of the part of Eliza [Doolittle, in the Broadway version of My Fair Lady], was almost unbelievably naïve and simple. She was angelically patient at the many fittings of her clothes and never expressed opinion.         'One day, due to exhaustion at rehearsals, she keeled over in a dead faint while fitting her ball gown. 'A cup of cold water was enough to revive her and she reproached herself that her mother back home in Walton-on-Thames would be ashamed of her. “Oh, Mummie, what a silly girl I am,” she kept repeating.’

‘Most striking of her features is her whiteness, which would put the Moon or a white rabbit to shame.'She has, or has acquired, the necessary temperament of the film star; never in a hurry; her pace is slow, her perseverance phenomenal.'She will spend 12 hours being photographed in the studio, and, without regrets, tear up every proof next morning if they are not to her complete satisfaction.’ (Marlene Dietrich)

‘I was quivering to see the Astaires. They look so marvellous. Especially him. His head looks perfect. I was delirious with happiness all the time either of them were on the stage. She is so American and perfect, so slim and graceful. I adore her ugly face and the pearls tight around her neck. She is perfect and he is marvellous also. They are so clean and fresh and ripping. I thought that Adele Astaire was rather like Felix the Cat, but oh so much nicer. I did adore them and their dancing is just too extraordinarily marvellous to describe.’

‘Cecil Beaton: Portraits & Profiles’, edited by Hugo Vickers, by Frances Lincoln. (x)

  • Mundungus Fletcher: I wanted to talk to you about the problems with the last batch.
  • Weasley Twins: Problems, Fletch?
  • Mundungus: The slightly bitter aftertaste, the people going blind after the second glass, that lady wot died...
  • Fred: She was old.
  • George: She could have gone at any time.
  • Mundungus: She was thirty-eight!
No era un hombre común,
su físico no era el más perfecto,
sin embargo,
al verlo a los ojos,
éstos reflejaban perfección.
Su autoestima era baja,
mas no lo reflejaba,
la inteligencia su principal arma 
siempre le ayudaba.
Era un caballero
en la época equivocada,
solitario,
triste,
sin  una compañía sincera,
era un hombre desilusionado
con la realidad…
Sus labios desean recitar
el verdadero significado del amor,
amor que no ha encontrado.
No era cualquier hombre,
valía la pena conocerlo…
Su mente era brillante
y nadie lo notaba,
su corazón era puro
y nadie lo conocía,
sus ojos eran hermosos
y nadie los observaba.
Era un caballero que tristemente
pasaba desapercibido en una época equivocada.
—  Fred, The Lady of the Flowers
Till It Happens To You - Fred Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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I’m so glad I can finally request! Can you do an Fred Weasley imagine based on the song ‘Till it happens to you’ by lady gaga? Where the reader has been raped over summer break and when she gets back to Hogwarts she’s like really depressed and thinks she’s worthless. Fred, her best friend, sees that she’s sad. He tries to talk to her but she doesn’t want to talk about it. He gets fed up and says pull yourself together then reader snaps and cries and tells Fred everything. Thank you!
~

•A/n: This is my first time writing a song based story so, I’m sorry if it kinda sucks!

•Warning: Mentions of rape; Depression!•

•If you’ve been Sexually Assaulted by anyone please call The National Sexual Assault Hotline! 1-800-656-Hope! Talk to someone you feel comfortable with! I’m also here if you need to talk to someone! You’re not worthless, You’re not weak! You are a survivor!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~


You told me “It gets better
It gets better in time”
You say I’ll hold myself together
Pull it together
“You’ll be fine”

Pain. Just horrible pain. That’s all I can feel. Sadness, Coming next. The feeling of being touched or raped by someone you don’t want touching you is traumatizing. The feeling of can’t doing anything during it is the worst. The feeling of being vulnerable kills me inside. He just did whatever pleased him while I cried silently while he did it. I screamed for help but, couldn’t keep doing it due to the one gun in his hand. I felt trapped, I felt forced, I felt worthless.


Tell me what the hell do you know
What do you know
Tell me how the hell could you know
How could you know
Till it happens to you, you don’t know how it feels

Once the rapist left, my older sister came into the room to find me crying. I told her everything that happened and she immediately called the police. They asked me a million questions but I couldn’t seem to get any words out. “(Y/n)? Tell them what happened” My sister told me, I opened my mouth “He… He… Had a mask on.” I finally answer blinking back a few tears. The police saw my distress and said they would come back tomorrow and that I should stay with my sister until they find the man who did this. I lay next to my sister in her bedroom and whenever I close my eyes I can see the masked man with the gun pointing straight at my forehead. I can hear his horrible voice in my ear 'Shut up!’ I cry silently making my sister sit up. “Remember what mom and dad always told us? Pull yourself together, you’ll be fine” she said softly, I shake my head and start crying. She hugs me and brings me closer to her chest. I hope I never experience something as painful like this again.

~At Hogwarts~

I walk slowly through the crowded corridor and follow the crowd towards the great hall where the sorting hat ceremony will take place in a few minutes. I sit down at my house table and wait for the ceremony to start. The sorting hat always got me excited when he sang his catchy song but right now, I don’t think anything can enlighten me. As the hat starts to sing, I feel eyes staring upon me. I look to the side to see my best friend, Fred, staring right at me. I look away not wanting to start a conversation, Fred knew how much I loved the sorting hat song but, right now I knew he could see that something was wrong.


How it feels
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
No, it won’t be real
Won’t know how it feels
You tell me “hold you head up”
Hold your head up and be strong

My sister, who’s sitting next to me taps me on the shoulder making me look at her. “You love the sorting hat song! What’s wrong?” She asks quietly “You know what’s wrong” I say my voice cracks, I put my head down trying to make sure no tears were shown to anybody. “Hold your head up and be strong!” She mutters in my ear, I wipe my tears away before clapping with the rest of the students due to the sorting hat finishing his song. After dinner I walk out of the great hall but my sister grabs my wrist and drags me to a nearby empty classroom.


Cause when you fall, you gotta get up
You gotta get up and move on
Tell me, how the hell can you talk
How can you talk?
Cause until you walk where I walk
It’s just no joke!

“What’s your problem?” She asks, I shake my head and began to pace slowly back and forth. How the hell can she talk like that to me? She doesn’t know how it feels! “You need to move on! What happened to you was months ago! You have to let go of the past!” She exclaimed “Do you think I’m joking? You don’t know how it feels to be touched like that! Till it happens to you, you don’t know how I feel!” I screamed. She just stares at me “Leave me alone. I don’t need you telling me what or what not to feel.” I muttered walking out of the classroom and slamming the door behind me.


Till it happens to you, you don’t know
How it feels
How it feels
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
(how could you know?)
No, it won’t be real
(how could you know?)
Won’t know how I feel

~Later That Night~

I heard a loud knock on my door. I look up from my book. Who could it be? Everyone was still at dinner I presumed. I leap off the bed and walk slowly to the door. I crack it open and peer through the gap to see Fred. I open the door widely “Hey” I say softly “Hey back” he smiles “Did you need something?” I ask quickly not feeling in the mood to talk to anybody “Yeah. I need to talk to you” he says making my heart stop beating. I know what he wants to talk about and I don’t want to talk about it. I nod my head slowly before sitting on my bed, folding my hands together and placing them on my lap. “What about?” I whisper, he sits down next to me. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been yourself lately and I’m just worried” he says quietly looking at me. I keep my head down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine” I lie still not looking at him. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “You’re lying to me” he says matter-of-factly “Why?” I still don’t speak. Why should I tell him? It’s my business! But I do feel guilty not telling my best friend what’s wrong…. He’s also my crush but i never showed signs of affection towards him to make it less obvious. I’m scared now to say anything because what if he does the same thing that stranger did. What if he hurt me the same way? I would have to experience that horrible and vulnerable feeling again. I don’t want to feel it again. “Please leave” I whisper “What?” He asks, I yank my chin out of his grasp “I said leave!” I said a bit louder “Why?! I’m just trying to help you!” He yelled “Well I don’t need your help! Don’t you understand?!” I screamed


Till your world burns and crashes
Till you’re at the end, the end of your rope
Till you’re standing in my shoes
I don’t want to hear a thing from you
From you, from you, cause you don’t know

“Pull yourself together! What’s your problem?!” Fred yelled, then everything rushes through my head. My screaming. My silent cries. My unbearable pain. That bastard who raped me, and the sister who doesn’t understand. No one understands unless it happens to them, they’ll never know how I feel. “I-I don’t want to h-hear a single t-thing from you!” I sob burying my head in my hands, I hear the floor boards creak. I look up “Stay where you are! Don’t come any closer!” I scream backing away but, Fred keeps coming closer and closer. I fall to my knees and scream, Fred also falls to his knees and hugs me closer to him as I cry into his chest.


Till it happens to you, you don’t know
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
(How could you know?)
No, it won’t be real
(How could you know?)
Won’t know how it feels

“(Y/n). Please tell me what’s wrong.” Fred whispered in my ear, his voice cracked. “I… I couldn’t do anything. He just did it while I cried. It felt horrible, I was nothing.” I whisper tears falling from my puffy eyes. “Who? What did he do?” Fred asked cupping my face with his hand making me look at him “The guy in the mask. He…. He raped me” I cried as I said that horrible word 'Rape’. Fred looked angry but, his features softened again as he saw me crying again.


Till it happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you
Happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you
(How could you know?)
Till it happens to you
You won’t know how I feel

“It’s okay. I’m here.” He whispers “I’m never going to let anyone do that to you” That’s a lie. Nothing’s going to be okay. I still feel it, the pain, the sadness, the weakness. He might think he understands but he never will. Till it happens to him, he’ll understand how I feel but for right now he doesn’t know how I feel.

~~Kristian

Half-time

Alright, so I’m not quite done my list for May yet but since it’s about half way through the year I figured I’d quickly list off my top 25 albums and tracks of 2015 so far. Of course the list is subject to change as usual. There’s already been a load of great releases from huge artists and some unexpected newcomers! Warning: this list feels pretty Pitchfork conformist so I apologize in advance, not really what I was going for, these have all just been excellent records..

Albums:

1. Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly
2. Sufjan Stevens - Carrie & Lowell
3. Jamie xx - In Colour
4. Lower Dens - Escape from Evil
5. Natalie Prass - Natalie Prass
6. Fred Thomas - All Are Saved
7.  Father John Misty - I Love You, Honeybear
8.  Torres - Sprinter
9.  Sun Kil Moon - Universal Themes
10.  Björk - Vulnicura
11.  Tobias Jesso Jr. - Goon
12.  Courtney Barnett - Sometimes I sit and Think, and Sometimes I Just Sit
13.  The Districts - A Flourish and a Spoil
14.  Braids - Deep In the Iris
15.  Colin Stetson and Sarah Neufeld - Never were the way she was
16.  Drake - If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late
17.  The Mountain Goats - Beat the Champ
18.  Lady Lamb the Beekeeper - After
19.  A$AP Rocky - At.Long.Last.A$AP
20.  Hop Along - Painted Shut
21.  Shamir - Ratchet
22.  My Morning Jacket - The Waterfall
23.  Waxahatchee - Ivy Tripp
24.  Panda Bear - Panda Bear Meets the Grim Reaper
25.  Built to Spill - Untethered Moon

Songs:

1.  Sufjan Stevens - No Shade In the Shadow of the Cross
2.  Grimes - REALiTi
3.  Kendrick Lamar - King Kunta
4.  Jamie xx - Gosh
5.  Lower Dens - Ondine
6.  Torres - Cowboy Guilt
7.  Kendrick Lamar - u
8.  Jamie xx - I Know There’s Gonna Be (Good Times) (feat. Young Thug and Popcaan)
9.  Natalie Prass - Violently
10.  Tobias Jesso Jr. - How Could You Babe
11.  Alessia Cara - Here
12.  Fred Thomas - Bad Blood
13.  Father John Misty - Holy Shit
14.   Björk - Stonemilker
15.  The Mountain Goats - Heel Turn 2
16.  Sufjan Stevens - Fourth of July
17.  Courtney Barnett - Pedestrian at Best
18.  Braids - Miniskirt
19.  Jamie xx - Loud Places (feat. Romy)
20.  Kendrick Lamar - The Blacker the Berry (feat. Assassin)
21.  Lower Dens - Quo Vadis
22.  Destroyer - Dream Lover
23.  Natalie Prass - My Baby Don’t Understand Me
24.  St. Vincent - Teenage Talk
25.  Chromatics - I Can Never Be Myself When You’re Around