Can you list the Ron moments that the movie missed our changed?... or maybe give a link to a post which already has the list.
Okay, this is going to be done from memory so bear with me.
Ron offering to share his food with Harry from the moment they meet.
Ron teaching Harry how to play wizard’s chess (this is kind of in the film but not explicitly so I thought I’d include it.)
Staying over Christmas with Harry and trying to cheer him up after the mirror incidents (I think they did film a part of this but it was a deleted scene for some reason ??? why ???)
RON BEING THE CALM ONE DURING THE DEVIL’S SNARE SCENE NOT HERMIONE (’But there’s no wood!’ ‘Are you a witch or not?’)
Chamber of Secrets
Constantly defending Harry from Draco
The scene where Draco calls Hermione a mudblood and it was actually Ron who new what the term meant and explained it, not Hermione
Visiting Hermione in the hospital wing after she turns herself into a cat and bringing her all her homework that she missed
Ron going into a freaking forest full of spiders and tackling his biggest fear. Even though he was shaking the entire time and is so terrified he can’t even speak by the end of it and actually /throws up/ afterwards, he still went and did it because it needed to be done and he wasn’t about to let Harry go alone. (Okay so this was in the films but I really don’t think they actually captured the gravity of it, instead choosing to turn Ron into comic relief… Again.)
Being the one to go to the hospital wing so that Hermione will have someone with her so she’s not alone and to explain what happened when she wakes up
Prisoner of Azkaban
Actually being really concerned about Scabbers’ health and buying the rat tonic for him
Actual background to the Crooksanks v Scabbers business instead of just villainising Ron for the sake of making Hermione seem better
When he was literally woken up by Sirius holding a knife over his bed, who, as far as anyone knew then, was a mass murderer??? Why isn’t this talked about more ??
‘YOU ASKED A QUESTION AND SHE KNOWS THE ANSWER, WHY ASK IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE TOLD?’
Noticing Hermione’s weird af schedule and being the only one to aCTUALLY CARE about where she was going and what she was doing
Literally fucking pushing Harry out of the way when they see Sirius in dog form (who they think is The Grim) and consequently getting a broken leg + dragged by his arm into the Whomping Willow
Awkwardly patting Hermione on the head after she apologises, instead of that weird hug thing they share in the films
Taking on Buckbeak’s appeal and dedicating so much time and effort into his case. Call this boy lazy or apathetic again I dare you.
Standing up on a BROKEN LEG to tell Sirius, who, again, was thought to be a MASS MURDERER, that ‘If you want to kill Harry you’ll have to kill us too!’ whilst Hermione stood frozen in the corner
Making peace with Crookshanks at the end of the book by holding Pigwidgeon up for him to check that he isn’t evil (I love Ron so much)
Goblet of Fire
‘We’ll pick you up on Sunday if you can come, and we’ll still pick you up on Sunday if you can’t’ (or something like that) when talking about the quidditch world cup
The background and reasoning behind the big fight with Harry (+the later argument they had where Harry threw the badge @ his head.)
The actual insecurity Ron suffered because of the dress robes, not just the comic relief side of it.
Helping Harry practice for the second and third tasks practically 24/7 (including letting Harry practice stunning on him!!! #dedication)
Getting Krum to sign his autograph + basically all of hIS HUGE CRUSH ON KRUM JFC
Just generally being there for Harry after Cedric even when Harry pushes him away
Order of the Phoenix
Again, just generally being there for Harry even when Harry is being an ass to him (+ the part where Ron desperately wants to tell him what’s going on but Hermione + all the adults insists that they can’t)
RON WEASLEY BECOMING A MOTHERFUCKING PREFECT
The year of quidditch which, although being an essential part of the book with the whole Umbridge arc, is not even MENTIONED in the film. Literally, it’s one of the only films that doesn’t feature quidditch yet it’s the book where I’d consider quidditch to be the most important.
Anyway, yes, quidditch. Ron getting a new broom and sneaking out to practice so he can try out for the team
HERMIONE KISSING HIM ON THE CHEEK FOR LUCK. I SCREAM.
Ron making it on the team and having very very very little confidence so he’s… quite terrible the first few matches.
The awful ‘Weasley is Our King’ song that Malfoy made and the Slytherins take to singing at. Every. Single. Match.
Ron gaining his confidence and destroying the other team at quidditch, during which, neither Harry or Hermione were actually there to witness it. And Ron is so happy and proud but when Harry and Hermione start talking about Grawp, instead of being petty and angry at them, he listens intently and tries to help
Always backing up Harry when Hermione is being slightly insufferable towards him and not really understanding of his needs. (e.g when she’s pressuring him to do better at occlumency and Ron tells her to back off)
The whole arc where Arthur gets injured and all the Weasleys are sat around the kitchen at Grimmauld place waiting for news + the parts in St Mungos (this was in the film a little but they really didn’t go into the effect it had on the Weasleys. Especially Ron and Ginny)
The miraculous plan they all come up with to get Harry into Umbridge’s office (which, admittedly, backfires, but hey. At least they tries) during which Ron plays a pivotal role, not just a struggling character in the background
Everything to do with the ministry tbh ??? From battling death eaters to the spell that makes him delirious to the brain almost suffocating him
Staying in the hospital wing with Hermione for the rest of the year and the scars all down his arms from where the brain attacked him
Half Blood Prince
When Hermione is talking about why girls find Harry attractive and Ron is all like ‘Look at me Hermione! I’m tall too! I have scars too!”
Backing up Harry when he answers Snape’s question about inferi compared to ghosts (”Well what Harry said was the most useful! If I’m going to face an inferi I’m going to be looking for if it’s transparent not asking ‘excuse me are you the imprint of a departed soul?’” or something similar. Get wrecked Snape.)
All of the quidditch moments in this book are golden.
That moment where Hermione super awkwardly asks Ron to Slughorn’s party and Harry is just in the background like,,, what an interesting plant
Ginny antagonising Ron about never having kissed anyone and the subsequent Lavender disaster that followed
Everything to do with Lavender tbh. Like, their whole relationship, not just the comic version in the movies
Ron’s getting poisoned actually being a really serious thing and all his family showing up at the hospital wing
Pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to visit (Ron Weasley how dare you, your mother raised you better than this)
Okay, I really want to make a separate post about this but the whole Luna/Ron friendship in this one is gold
I feel like we as a fandom collectively forget this one but Ron and the rest of the DA fighting the death eaters with felix felicis whilst Harry is up the astronomy tower with Dumbledore
Holding Hermione at Dumbledore’s funeral ???? Honestly that’s all I need in life
RON ‘WE’RE WITH YOU WHATEVER HAPPENS’ WEASLEY VOWING TO ALWAYS BE AT HARRY’S SIDE INSTEAD OF SITTING IN THE BACKGROUND LIKE A STALE POTATO WHILST HARRY AND HERMIONE PLAN
Giving Harry the how to charm witches book and actively trying to start a relationship with Hermione
Comforting Hermione when she’s upset and not being awkward about it !!!! Character development (I’m seeing a parallel to the head pat in PoA, anyone else?)
Standing up to the Minister of Magic at the age of seventeen like. Honestly Ron Weasley is such a badass I love him
Literally giving up a life of comfort and security to go and live as a fugitive in order to help Harry
Pushing Hermione the fuck out of the way when they’re found by Death Eaters near Charlesbury !!! Like, this boy is so brave and self-sacrificing I’m going to cry
Falling asleep holding hands with Hermione @ Grimmauld place
The severity of his splinching after the ministry debacle
The very real concern for his sister and Harry + Hermione’s apparent apathy that triggers the fight between him and Harry, not some motive entirely brought about by jealousy as the movies suggest
Okay, not Ron, but the movies really didn’t capture just how unable Harry and Hermione became without him. They didn’t talk to each other, they didn’t communicate in any way for like 95% of his absence. They were literally unable to function without him I’m so sad.
Saving Harry’s life and, importantly, the conversation they had afterwards where Harry reassured him that his insecurities were unfounded. And the hug. Where was my hug,Yates? Where was it?
Ron once again assuming his role as the heart of the trio; making Harry laugh, keeping the spirits up, getting them to function again.
Malfoy Manor. Just. Malfoy Manor. “NO YOU CAN HAVE ME, TAKE ME!” “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” Literally being so distressed and worried for Hermione that he OFFERED UP HIS OWN LIFE FOR HERS AND LOST THE ABILITY TO THINK RATIONALLY. CAn we just.
Even despite the mental anguish he’s going through, Ron still manages to come up with a solution for where Dobby should take them
Again, despite everything that’s happening around him, Ron does a near perfect imitation of Wormtail’s voice
Disarming Bellatrix fucking Lestrange
Managing to successfully apparate for the first time ever in a very high pressure situation in order to get Hermione to safety
Taking his shoes and socks off to lay on Dobby’s grave
Going back to Hogwarts and the reunion with the rest of his family; including Percy, which I really missed from the books
Literally like everything that happened during the battle of Hogwarts but especially:
“We’ve forgotten someone!” “Who?” “The house elves!” Like, guys, this is such a significant moment for his character and I understand completely why Hermione chooses this moment to kiss him
How wrecked he was after Fred’s death. Like, in the books Ron is actually there to witness it. He sees his brother die. I am Not okay.
Hermione having to physically restrain him because he wants to go and get revenge for Fred
Ron punching Draco in his slimy little face “And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight you two-faced bastard!”
Offering to be the one to go to the shrieking shack ?? ALone ?? He says something like ‘Harry you can’t go un case they see you, wait here with Hermione, and I’ll take the cloak and-” when they all know it could be a suicide mission. I’m.
BREAKING VOLDEMORT’S SILENCING SPELL
I’m sorry let me just re-iterate: RONALD WEASLEY BROKE A SILENCING SPELL MADE BY ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARDS TO EVER EXIST
Taking out Fenrir Greyback with Neville
Being the first to reach Harry after he defeated Voldemort, along with Hermione
Just the part where the trio go to Dumbledore’s office because I just. That’s such a nice and well rounded ending I’m going to cry
In the epilogue, practically everything about Ron is great but especially: “Don’t worry, it’s me, I’m famous”
I love Ron Weasley so much
The films do not do him justice
- Admin Kat
(Feel free to reblog this with anything I’ve missed!)
It’s time write unnecessary posts about kids’ shows. The catchy musical climax of “Face The Music” has been, in my opinion, a masterful payoff to an insane Season-long build-up. Each part of Ruberiot’s ballad dealt with a different “shade” of the show’s plot and really proves that all of this was carefully planned from the beginning. Other than that, it was actually visually appealing and very well-animated.
This season’s recurring theme was all about Star refusing to face her problems and how she rather preferred to run away from them. This eventually spiraled into keeping dangerous secrets. This latter part was kinda solved in “Raid The Cave”, with the princess finally telling the truth to her parents.
The apple never falls far from the tree however, as Moon does exactly the same thing as her daughter, but with the Magic Council instead, which understandably gets really mad at the Queen when they find out what happened at Glossaryck. One could argue that she did it for all the good intentions of this world, which I have no doubts it’s true, but the point still stands: if you keep secrets like this with the people you love, or people that *should* be informed about such things, the unmentionable will eventually hit the fan and get back at you and your fancy royal dress.
And speaking of secrets, in the spirit of Season 2, whenever Star messes up, the Universe calls her out for it, and this time is 911 material, because it’s a freaking murder. Once again, pretending that such issues do not exist is not going to help you, especially when friends (and best friends) are involved. However, I’d say that the point is not really “Star should have told Marco about her feelings” but more like “Star refused to acknowledge that those feelings existed”, which is not really different from the whole “running away from your problems” theme of this Season.
Basically, the song sequence single handedly dealt with lore (everyone finding about Star’s mishaps with the spell book) and Starco, kickstarting the heartbreaking events of “Starcrushed” and who-knows-what in Season 3.
TL;DR:“Face The Music” has a great satisfying climax that should not be overlooked, considering what happened in the following episode.
I received my advance copy of @dndwizards’s new book Tales from the Yawning Portal not quite a week ago. If you haven’t heard of this book here’s the gist of it:
TftYP is a collection of seven ‘classic’ dungeon adventures from D&D editions past, all updated with fifth edition rules. In this book you get…
Against the Giants (AD&D)
Dead in Thay (D&D Next)
Forge of Fury (D&D 3e)
Hidden Shrine of Tamoachan (AD&D)
The Sunless Citadel (D&D 3e)
Tomb of Horrors (AD&D)
White Plume Mountain (AD&D)
All of the maps and layout have been updated to make them easier on the eyes, while their traps, monsters, structure, and challenges remains largely unchanged. TftYP is a ‘best of’ book, rather than a remake or reboot of these adventures.
If you’re a millennial who got into D&D through things like Acquisitions Inc, The Adventure Zone, or Critical Role, my take on this book is gonna be of interest to you…because this book might be specifically FOR YOU.
ana bear, can i ask you something? can you write little quirks and mannerisms you love about our shining babes? like, a eprsonal trait, a habit, all things you think define them (like Taem's magic hands and stuff)
yes y e s of course I can and I’ll be glad to - let’s start with:
Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
Kicking the covers off, you give up. Dean has been tossing and turning all night, and you can’t take it anymore.
Crossing to the other bed, you shake Sam gently. “Mmm…” he answers.
“Sam,” you say, shaking harder, “Sam, scoot over.”
He rolls over onto his side and you climb into his bed. When the three of you had to share a room, you always opted to sleep with Dean. Sam tends to take up the entire bed with his massive frame. Dean isn’t much better, but you still end up with a little more room in his bed.
Sam rolls back over onto his other side, snoring softly. Dean moans incoherently in his sleep from the other side of the room. You’re not sure if bunking with Sam is an improvement in your sleeping conditions, but eventually, you drift off to sleep.
A Series of Unfortunate Events : the recipe to a good adaptation
This is a short analysis of the recent
adaptation A Series of Unfortunate Events by Netflix. I will not mention
everything here, it would require much more time and analysis but
here is a general appreciation. Careful for spoilers !
Adaptations are quite tricky to accomplish because being true to the original work while bringing novelty to the
piece is not so easy. The best adaptations are often the ones that
manage to channel the spirit of the original work. A Series of Unfortunate Events is a very successful example of this. It was
already visible in the first trailer where Lemony Snicket actually
walks on the set of the filming to tell us not to watch this series.
Right here, you have three core elements of the original series :
our narrator-character, the breaking of the fourth-wall and the plea
not to look into this horrific story. That last element actually is a known
way to catch the reader/viewer’s attention and make him want to know more.
When it comes to A Series of Unfortunate Events, the character of Lemony Snicket is crucial. Therefore the adaptation needs to be perfectly true to his features. As a child, I really believed Lemony
Snicket was this mysterious author hidding from malevolent authorities. The fact that Lemony is actually out of
the story ,since he is the author/narrator, and a full part of it builds
the whole myth around this series. When I saw the movie, I did not get
that feeling of mystery around Lemony mainly because it is not cleary
explicited that he is part of all this : the viewer doesn’t see on-screen any important hint that Lemony is a central character of the story, he is presented above all as the writer. In the Netflix series, Lemony is the
first person the viewer visually encounters, just like in the books. The fact that you can see him entirely makes him a reassuring presence throughout the show : he is your guide. The show stages this aspect very cleverly by blending Lemony in the situations the Baudelaires find themselves in, usually through his costume.
Thanks to this process, the narrator’s role is fully depicted. A narrator that addresses directly to the reader/viewer is usually out of the story and Lemony is indeed “out” since he is telling the events. But Lemony is also “in” as an important character. The show drops hints along the way which keep getting bigger gradually : his investigation, the letters to Beatrice, the fact that he is being chased, among other things, and of course the reveal of the picture with Olaf in the last episode.
All these proofs show that Lemony really is involved in this story. It
is very fortunate that they kept the dedications to Beatrice at the
beginning of each segment of the story because she is the one who ties
Lemony to the story. She actually acts as his muse, she is the main reason why he writes, the name Beatrice being a reference to Dante’s own muse.
Since he is an « in-between »
character, literally the bridge between you and the story, Lemony is the one who constantly breaks the fourth-wall. This aspect is
so crucial in A Series of Unfortunate Events. It allows Lemony to act as the antic chorus or Prologue : “If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book. In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.” (The Bad Beginning). With those few lines, the essence of the plot is completely laid before your eyes, just like the ancient tragedies. In the series, apart from those lines, the opening song has the exact same role : “Every single episode is nothing be dismay.” The breaking of the fourth-wall is also at the core of both series because story-telling mecanisms are explained through it. In the Reptile Room, Lemony explains the dramatic irony which is then again an aspect of the antic tragedies. As I remember it, the book series crossed the fourth-wall to teach something to the reader : a word, writing techniques and less straightforwardly, literary references. All these elements were fortunately brought into the show as well.
Now Lemony is mainly the one to break the wall, as
allowed by his narrator status. What is unsettling for the viewer is
when Count Olaf breaks it, usually to advertise the TV show and stare at the camera for a couple of seconds. This leads to the other important aspect of an adaptation : the creativity. The writers did not only represent Olaf, they actually add depths according to the new medium : what would Olaf do if he was in a TV series ? Break the fourth-wall and sing its opening sequence !
A short word on the amazing cast, especially Neil Patrick Harris who pulled out a
very good Count Olaf. This character is very complex to play, he needs the right amount of villainy, humor and the talent of an actor who can play a character playing other characters. Jim Carrey brought too much of his own
eccentricity to the character and you saw more of the actor than of the character. Neil Patrick Harris really understood and nailed all of
Hence adaptations would be rather dull
without creativity and novelty. Sure a lot of dialogues are
actually taken word by word from the books because they are good as
they are but an adaptation needs to adapt precisely even more when the media is
A book and a TV show are of course very
different mainly because of the images. In a book, a description can only be
completed by the reader’s imagination. In a show, what you see
allows very little space for imagination. This is why a successful
adaptation is one that can get the spirit, the ambiance of the world, conveyed by the original
words, and transcripts it on screen. From the language of worded images to the language of filming.
The unsettling ambiance, the faded colours and surreal pastel imagery are very
fitting for the Baudelaires’ story. The main aspect of the series is
its dark humor and stories that you find rarely in
children’s book : one death if not more per book, usually a
gruesome one. The TV show manages to render the baudelairian world : this very specific atmosphere, the feeling of being oppressed by all the places in which the Baudelaires find themselves.
Finally the most important aspect of an
adaptation is that it must appeal to all audiences.What is
complicated about making adaptations is that they are received by two
different audiences : the one who knows the original material and the
one who doesn’t and their first interaction with the original
universe is through the adaptation. That’s why getting the
atmosphere right is so important, it shows the specificities of the
work in another way which should not “betray” the original story. An adaptation is full of references that
will be immediately recognized only by the ones familiar with the
original piece. These references show the adaptors love for the
original work and also creates a complicity between them and the
well-aware viewer. Which book lover did not scream at the sugar bowl
in episode 2 or at those four simple words : the world is quiet
here ?The beauty of references is that they are hidden, they could be
seen as completely normal by an unaware viewer : the scene of the
sugar bowl seems very innocent.
It allows the adaptors to play on what the reader
already knows. Take the first appearance of the Quagmire mother and father:
most of the book readers thought them to be the Baudelaire mother and father even though they know very well it is impossible. This builds up
until the revelation in the first part of the Miserable Mill. Not only
this plays with the well-aware reader but also stages already the
Quagmire trio and most of their backstory. Being already intertwined
since the first episode with the main story, they meet naturally at the end of the
season and do not appear previously unmentionned like in the books.
As thrilling as this is, if the adaptation is only met
for the experts, it won’t be a total success. An adaptation also
needs to speak to new viewers who have no knowledge of the original
work. This is why there is a need for balance of references so the
newcomer will not spent his time on Wikipedia trying to figure out what
happens. How the series introduced right away the Quagmires is actually rather clever : it allows the newcomer not to be lost in all the key characters.
Lastly, this show really catches the core humor
of the original work by playing on the fact that it is an adaptation
and therefore needs to depart sometimes from the original sequences. At the beginning of the Miserable Mill (episode 8), Mr. Poe freaks out because the Baudelaires are gone and in the middle of his panicked speech, he says : “It’s off-book !’. And indeed it is, because in the books the Baudelaires don’t go
to Lucky Smells Lumbermill
by themselves but are brought there by Mr Poe. An adaptation makes choices and the show plays on that aspect.
Of course, this show would need a 300 pages-long essay because of all the references and allusions not only to literature but also foreshadowing the main story. This show completely smashes the movie adaptation which did not manage to really transcript well neither the atmosphere nor the characters.
Remember, an adaptation is not a search
of perfection because it will never be exactly like the
original material. The change of medium requires changes in the story
and the story-telling.
The intelligence with which the choices are made makes all the difference between a good and a bad adaptation.
If there’s anything Bellamy has learnt in all his years of life, it’s that the more alcohol someone puts into his friends, the more ridiculous the texts they send him are.
For example, one time Miller messaged him at half one in the morning asking him if he knew where he could find breadfruit because it was ‘super important’. Another time Murphy sent him the entire Bee movie script, which resulted in his number being blocked for at least a month.
Honestly, those aren’t even the worst of it.
Tonight, he’s decided to stay home, so he’s expecting the usual barrage of texts, as well as a slurred phone call around 1am from someone asking if they can either crash on his couch, or for a drop home.
Sometime after nine, his phone buzzes, and he’s halfway through getting ready to tell Octavia that no, he can’t spare a few hours to come hang when he has a veritable mountain of grading to trudge through, but stops short when he sees that it’s Clarke.
[9:24pm] Clarke: are giving blowjobs like riding a bike???
[9:24pm] Clarke: as in, you never forget how to do it no matter how long it’s been??
His phone doesn’t quite slip out of his hand when he reads it, but comes startlingly close to, and he finds himself fumbling to keep it within his grip, accidentally opening his camera in the process. Meanwhile, the pen cap he was gnawing on while marking essays falls out of his mouth.
The text is still there by the time he rights himself and gets back to his messages, and he fucking pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.
Finally, he manages to gather his bearings long enough to type back,
[9:28pm] Bellamy: How the fuck am I supposed to know???
He’s still staring dumbfounded at his phone, trying to wrap his around all of this, by the time she replies, sending several texts in quick succession.
[9:30pm] Clarke: because you’re the only other mga person in our friend group
[9:30pm] Clarke: well, besides raven, but she only ever dated guys before luna and idk luna that well to ask her about this
[9:30pm] Clarke: but you’ve only hooked up with girls for a while before hooking up with a guy right?
Yup, I liked it a lot. Thank you for asking this question, because I have many things to say about this chapter. Forgive me in advance for what I feel it will be a long reply.
First of all, I was surprised (though I shouldn’t have been) at Akira’s coldness towards Kaneki. I get where she’s coming from and I understand how hard it must be to digest this sudden change, and everything that goes with it. Flat out acceptance would have been unrealistic and the result of bad writiing, because Akira couldn’t possibly have gone from a mindset in which she represented Justice, and she had no reason to doubt her moral standing, to one where she must admit to herself that her worldview was limited and bigoted, and that the world isn’t as black and white as the Academy would have liked them to envision.
Despite that, I wasn’t expecting for her to shut Kaneki out completely (and for killing Arima on top of that, which is a lie for f*** sake Akira c’mon, you can figure that much out!), because however confusing her feelings might be right now, he’s one of the few people she’s closest to in Goat, and that’s true the other way around, too. I feel like Akira needs Kaneki’s perspective on this new situation she’s been forced into by her own rash decision-making, because unlike Seidou or Amon, who are in it because of circumstances, Kaneki is her only ally that’s in it because he fully believes in what he’s doing. Amon is getting there, too, what with his forgiveness of Touka and with his newfound way of channeling his anger and grief towards the unfairness of the world instead of random scapegoats like faceless “Ghouls”. But I don’t know. I feel like Kaneki’s perspective is important, too. And having Akira’s approval is even more symbolic for him, I reckon.
She’s still a mother figure for him. We all can agree of how positive of a character development this could lead to, if he were to finally have a healthy and supportive mother figure for a change. Eto has always used him for her machinations. He needs someone who can guide him and respect him without asking anything from him, without taking anything from him. Akira can (and will) be that person, imho.
Anyway, I’m positive that she’ll come around eventually. She’s smart, strong-willed and perceptive. There’s no way she won’t pull herself together in order to follow her heart instead of suppressing her feelings and get things taken from her, even if her whole narrative wasn’t centered around the theme of being left alone. She just needs a bit of time to sort out her feelings and find a new reason to fight. and that can happen only after she talks it out with a few characters currently part of Goat. I’m really looking forward to her confrontation with Hinami and Touka in particular, though I’m also curious about her feelings towards Takizawa (if he’s not dead).
On a side note, I really love how Ishida pointed out the irrationality of Hinami’s feelings towards Akira. Grief doesn’t obey logic, and even though she does realize that Akira has nothing to do with the cold-blooded murder of both her parents, she can’t help but associate her with it, anyway. It’s a curious diversion from the usual theme that states “the children pay for the sins of their parents”, because even if Akira didn’t do anything wrong per se, she’s not innocent, since she did approve of her father’s doing and she would have done the same in his place. She doesn’t see Ryoko’s and her husband’s death as a sin at all, and instead used the quinque derived from Mr. Fueguchi with the obvious pride of someone who thinks they’re fighting for the right side. So I’m curious as to how Ishida intends on smoothing out this particular conflict, and how it will affect both Akira’s and Hinami’s character development.
Forgive me for my obvious bias, but Ayato too deserves a small mention, here.
This scene gives me SO MANY FEELS for so many reasons ;n;
The way I see it, this scene wasn’t portraying just Hinami’s grief. Just look at Ayato’s expression right before he goes to comfort her. Ayato knows where Hinami’s coming from. He too lost both his parents, and he too knows what it feels like to have his own life saved at the cost of his mother’s, who chose to stay behind in order to buy her children time to escape. Just. He knows how she’s feeling because he’s already felt it all, too.
I love that their relationship isn’t based on forced companionship. It might have been like that at first, but they grew to be such mature and strong people thanks to the support and trust they gave to each other, thanks to the shared burdens and mutual understanding of each other’s pain. Idk, this scene might have been really brief but it meant a lot to me.
Moving on: Amon and Touka’s talk. *Deep breaths* What can I say. It beat all possible expectations I might have had.
I think that in a sense it was exactly Amon’s unyielding sense of justice that brought him where he is now. He says it himself: he doesn’t hold a grudge against Touka specifically anymore, but he would have arrested her anyway, if he was still an investigator. That was the right thing to do; setting a moral example for everyone to see so that no one else will have to undergo the same pain. That’s the kind of justice of a ghoul investigator. But this sense of justice itself was flawed, because it didn’t take into account Touka’s own take on justice, and how it was Mado the bad guy from her perspective. So arresting her can’t be the answer. Not only that, but he’s no longer an investigator, so he can’t appeal to the sense of justice of one.
He himself has changed, and so his moral grounding has to change, too. So then, it comes to this:
This scene is one of my favourites of the whole chapter because it doesn’t just represent Amon’s character development, but also Touka’s absolution. You see that shocked face Touka pulls? I can assure you that Amon’s forgiveness means a great deal to her. This was Touka after Ryouko’s death:
“It doesn’t matter if a murderer like me dies.”
She doesn’t sugarcoat it for her own sake. She’s aware that what she does, killing people to survive, is wrong. She doesn’t conveniently brush it off as something she needs to do because she’s born that way, unlike other characters. She’s always felt this conflict more than other people. Killing never came easy to her, and deep down, she feels obvious guilt over what she does. So having Amon, a former human and enemy, come to her specifically with the intention of telling her that the real evil is not her nature but the circumstances that make men monsters, is really important for her character. For the first time, someone who has every right to hate her, to want her dead, is offering her acceptance. If Kimi’s comment about Touka’s kagune was meant as a “you’re as valid as I am” moment, I consider this talk with Amon as a “you’re as evil as I am” moment. Both were very important for Touka’s character development, and a necessary step towards her own acceptance of her dark past in order to move forward.
Then there’s Furuta’s moment of glory. Gosh, he leaves me speechless every time. :’D The way he’s not taking the ceremony seriously is very significant imho. Once again, he proves that his role in the story is that of the comedy to Kaneki’s tragedy.
Take this single panel as an example:
Kaneki’s group is facing an internal crisis? Meanwhile, Furuta is at the peak of his power. Kaneki despairs because he’s a horrible leader and his organization is only held together by the lack of other options, meanwhile Furuta laughs in the face of his own success, and all of his scheming give way to the exact outcome he’s envisioned.
I love how he keeps being the comedic aspect of this whole tragicomedy of a story, how he keeps up the facade of the “six year-old” while feeling dead inside, and I love how he chose to wear a stupid mask the moment he reached his goal, because it only stresses further the artificial nature of his own playfulness.
Just think about it from a narrative perspective: this is the moment that we, as readers, should feel threatened by him. This is the moment he officially becomes the Enemy, because everyone in the CCG accepts him as the leader. Instead, we laugh at him. We don’t feel threatened at all. We’re asked not to see him as the final villain, but as a joke, as another victim of the system. A guy who in his moment of glory, when everyone’s looking his way, chooses to wear a mask, and chooses to treat his victory as a laughing matter. Idk, the more I think about it the more it makes me want to cry. This guy doesn’t have anything (or anyone) else but his sense of humour, and he clings to it like a lifeline. It’s such a lonely, empty existence… I know I shouldn’t pity him after all he’s done but…
Anyway, anyway. This post is already long as it is so I’m going to stop there. Thanks again for giving me an excuse to vomit all my thoughts/feelings of this chapter! o/ I hope it was an interesting read :’D
How goes my fellow nut busters? I’m jumping right onto the request train by giving you some fluffy and a little smutty study partner Taeyong! While our resident being of perfection may have enough sex appeal to shut down a male stripper convention, I think Taeyong/s sweeter side needs a bit more loving too. So I hope y’all enjoy this one because it was really fun to write!!
p.s. Taeyong can bust my nut anytime. anywhere. he can have me over easy, scrambled, or sunny side up tbh
Staring out the window of your classroom like some angsty anime character was one of your favorite pastimes. You wished every waking hour you were in this hell hole of a school to be outside, riding your bike through the streets, picking flowers in the park, playing in the stream that ran through town, anything but this class.
It’s not like you were bad at writing and literature, in fact, you were exceptional, the brightest in your class. But you hated the teacher, hated what he made you write. You didn’t want to write about the characters in a Greek tragedy, you didn’t want to analyze Jane Austin, you wanted to write soaring stories about adventurers, magic, and romance. This class made you despise writing, and you loathed that, because writing was one of your secret passions.
You loved nothing more than sitting by that stream, feet soaking in the cold spring water as the plum blossoms overhead showered you with their petals. You would have your notebook in hand, writing story after story, poem after poem, they just sprang off your pen onto paper like you were born to write.
Many argue that you were a born writer, including your prick of a teacher.
“_______!,” you heard that deep voice snap you name for the fifth time that period.
You languidly turned your head away from the window, one eye brow quirked, “Yes, sir?”
He angrily furrowed his brow and squeezed the open book in his hands, obviously frustrated as he asked you, “What metrical pattern did Shakespeare use in many of his plays?”
You sighed, looking down where your fingers were playing with your pink mechanical pencil as you droned, “He used unrhymed iambic pentameter, called blank verse. He diverts from this several times in many of his plays and also uses other simple forms of poetry and prose.”
You felt the wide eyes of your classmates as they looked at you slack jawed, your chin titling toward the window to resume your usual position. Your teacher stopped you again, “And which of his plays are we reading? Or have you not been paying attention for the past forty-”
“Othello,” you interrupted, looking your teacher dead in the eye. “We’re reading Othello, believed to be written by Shakespeare in 1603.”
“Good,” your teacher replied, “Why don’t you stand up and continue reading for us then, Miss _______? Since you seem to know so much about it.”
You shot him a glare because he knew you didn’t have the book on you. You had read Othello countless times by yourself, so you didn’t ever bother bringing it to class. You were about to spit out at him like a viper when you felt a nudge on your arm from beside you.
“Here,” you turned to find the intense dark eyes of one of your classmates, Lee Taeyong, trained on you intently. He held out his copy to you, finger pointing out the line where the class had left off.
You raised your eyebrows at him, lips parting as you went to convey your thanks, but felt it catch in your throat. You grabbed the book from him instead, cheeks pink as you stood up and began to read. You couldn’t even comprehend the words that were coming out of your mouth, but you felt Taeyong’s soft gaze on you the whole time.
You were saved by the lunch bell, signaling that you were free from that wretched class and embarrassing situation. You carefully closed Taeyong’s copy of Othello and handed it back to him as you mumbled, “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he took his book, giving you a small smile. “You staying in here for lunch?”
You were busy packing up your things, turning to him, “What?” You didn’t expect him to keep talking to you, so you were surprised when he asked again.
“Are you eating in here?,” he repeated, smiling to himself when he saw you blush and turn away.
“No, I always eat outside,” you said, feeling guilty because you thought you were being too rude. “I eat at the picnic benches, if you want to join.”
“Would you mind?,” he asked, putting his things into his bag and standing up, looking hopeful.
“No,” you mumbled, already weaving through the desks and out the classroom sliding doors, trying your best to calm the heat in your cheeks.
Taeyong didn’t say much, thankfully, as the two of you walked side by side through the hall. You saw numerous people whisper to one another, and some girls give you nasty looks. It wasn’t a secret that Taeyong was literally the most wanted boy in the entire school, he was absolute perfection, practically a prince. You’d never really paid much attention to the gorgeous student, but you shared every single class with him, and knew that he was ranked second in the school academically.
Second behind you.
You held first place by some miracle, even when you did nothing at all. You were just good at testing, that’s about it. To be honest, you thought Taeyong deserved it far more than you, seeing as he worked a lot harder for his scores and grades. He never seemed mad about being second though, he was a little quiet and acted content all the time, so you could never tell what he was really thinking. You couldn’t help but be a little curious as to why he wanted to hang out with you, he never really showed much interest before. You never even had a real conversation with him, the most you got was when he would congratulate you once again for staying in first place.
You reached the busy picnic benches that sat underneath the blooming plum blossoms, a picturesque scene that made your fingers itch to pull out your notebook. You usually did a lot of your writing at lunch, but since Taeyong was there, you didn’t want him to see. It was lowkey embarrassing and your writing was pretty much a gateway to your heart and soul, something you didn’t share easily.
You sat down at an empty table, fixing your uniform skirt and crossing your legs as Taeyong sat across from you. The two of you pulled out your lunches and ate in a strange but not uncomfortable silence. You were curious though, sneaking glances at him occasionally while he ate, completely unaware that he caught you staring every single time much to his amusement.
You cleared your throat, swallowing a spoonful of yogurt, “Thanks again for what you did in class, Taeyong, I really appreciate it.”
“No problem, I know how hard he is on you,” he chuckled looking at you with cutely scrunched eyes, “But I think he does it with the best intentions in his heart. You’re really his favorite student, you know.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes and eating another spoonful angrily, “That man wants nothing more than to see me fail, it’s like it’s his one mission in life.”
“I think it’s cool how you just know everything though,” the dark haired boy said, his eyes widening in admiration. “It just comes so easily to you, I don’t know how you do it.”
“Honestly,” you admitted, picking at the table, “I really enjoy literature and writing, but hate being taught it.”
Taeyong laughed, “Everyone can tell, you’re always writing in that little green notebook of yours at lunch,” he nodded to where said notebook poked out of your open bag.
Your eyes widened and your face turned pink, “I-I just do it for fun, it’s not like I’m studying or anything.”
“I know,” he smiled, resting his head in his hand as he looked at you. “I think it’s really cute though because you’re always acting so tough.”
If you weren’t fire engine red at that point, you would have been proud of yourself, but you could feel the heat in your face and neck. You couldn’t even manage a reply, melting under his unabashedly adoring gaze, his smile too sweet for words.
His mouth quirked to the side in a smirk, “Is your yogurt too spicy for you?”
You gaped at him, mouth morphing into a smile of disbelief as you leaned over the table and smacked his shoulder, “You…!”
The two of you laughed suddenly, something changing after that. You felt a lot calmer around him, happiness creeping into your bones as you finally found enjoyment at school for the first time. You two talked about whatever came to mind, and it felt so natural and real, you’d have never thought Taeyong was as down to earth and sweet as this. One moment you were talking like friends and then next you were flirting like your lives depended on it.
It was intoxicating and beautiful.
“I have a question,” he said, absentmindley playing with your fingers, tracing the dainty ring your mother had given you on your birthday.
“Hm,” you hummed, watching the way he concentrated on the lines of your palm and shivering at the feeling of his touch. It made you squeeze your thighs together under the table and you never wanted him to stop. Taeyong stretched out his legs and tangled them with yours, brushing his knee against your inner thigh. You let out a small gasp at the touch, but Taeyong didn’t seem to notice, preoccupied with his words.
“Would you mind being my study partner?,” he asked, looking up at you with hopeful eyes. “It’s just…you’re so good at everything and it may not look like it, but I’m kinda struggling to stay afloat-”
“Taeyong,” you stopped him with a smile, feeling brave enough to brush the hair from his eyes. “Of course I can. I need to get my act together too anyway. We can help each other.”
“Really?,” he breathed, looking relieved as his shoulders sagged. “God, I could kiss you right now, to be perfectly honest.” He looked breathless and he seemed to look at you differently for a second, eyes flashing something deeper.
You were shocked but tried to save the situation quickly, “Shut up,” you laughed, taking your hand from him and standing up as the bell signaling lunch range. “I need someone to get my ass into gear anyway.”
Taeyong hummed, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly and giving you a smirk, “I like the sound of that.”
You made a noise of disgust and walked with him back to class, “We can go to my place later if you like, I have snacks.”
“Snacks sound perfect,” he said, bravely taking your hand and making you gape at him again. He carefreely swung your joined hands, like it was the most natural thing to do.
“Taeyong,” you gulped, feeling the stares and glares as you walked back inside. “What are you doing?”
“Can I not platonically hold your hand?,” he asked innocently, eyes wide and soft, but the quick smirk on his mouth said otherwise.
You groaned and let him hold your hand with his sweater paws, leading you like that from class to class for the rest of the day until the final bell sounded the end of school. Your stomach churned with excitement. To be perfectly honest, you were both happy and confused with how Taeyong was acting. One moment he was acting like the best friend you’d never had and the next he was acting like your boyfriend. You wouldn’t mind either of those things, but both? That would be like a dream come true. You weren’t going to lie, as a writer you were a hopeless romantic, and you always imagined how everything would be when you fell in love. You couldn’t even count how many tales of romance you’d written, how many poems to your future boyfriend you’d scribbled in your journal. As of now, everything was living up to your expectations, though, not necessarily with the person who you thought it would be. It was a pleasant surprise though that you welcomed with open arms.
You’d always thought Taeyong was absolutely gorgeous, but you didn’t know what his personality was like. You only knew he was sweet and hardworking. You wouldn’t have believed he was a complete flirt if you hadn’t experienced it firsthand yourself. The strange thing was, Taeyong never dated anyone, never flirted with anyone before he began to with you.
It also didn’t hurt that you could practically taste the sexual frustration radiating off of him.
You looked over to where the dark haired boy was packing up his things, hypnotized by the way he neatly and methodically tidied everything up. You walked over to him and poked his rib cage, watching in amusement as he jumped and shot you a cute angry look.
He pouted, “Hey, don’t! I’m really ticklish.”
“Oops, many finger slipped,” you grinned, to which he smiled to himself as he finished packing.
“You ready to go?,” he asked, sliding on his backpack. “I rode my bike here, we can ride it to your place.” He was practically bouncing on his toes as he took your hand and led you out of the classroom.
“Okay,” you smiled, letting him pull you away and thinking about how cute he was for riding a bike to school. How much more perfect could he possibly get? You literally saw no flaws in him.
You walked out to the bike rack and Taeyong unchained his sturdy black bike. He swung his leg over it and patted the handlebars and winked, “Here, I’ll be really careful, don’t worry.”
You gulped, a little freaked out by the prospect of balancing your ass on a thin piece of metal. But you trusted Taeyong and he seemed capable of maintaining his balance. You grabbed his hand and he helped you sit as comfortably as you could on the cold metal that pressed against the back of your thighs. Much to your surprise, Taeyong helped you fix your skirt, lifting you gently to tuck it carefully underneath your legs without a word. You blushed and grabbed onto the rubber grips of the handles, jumping when Taeyong slid his hands over yours and pushed off.
He wobbled at first, unaccustomed to the added weight, but he quickly recovered and peddled strongly down the road, cruising past the houses. You pointed out to him which way to go and he smoothly made the turns, the spring wind whistling through your hair as the afternoon chill began to set in.
Thankfully, you arrived at your house, the sun still fighting in the sky as Taeyong pulled up along the curb. The steps to your house were a perfect place for you to dismount, only stumbling a little bit as you clumsily slid off the handlebars. The two of you giggled at your less than graceful landing and Taeyong simply let his bike flop down as you walked up to your door. Goosebumps raised up your legs as you shivered in place and fumbled for your keys in your school bag.
“You’d think winter would end already,” Taeyong casually commented, daring enough to run his hand up and down your exposed thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt.
You shot him a look, but he just smiled boyishly. You finally found your key and shoved it in the lock as quickly as you could, wanting nothing more than the heat of your house to swallow you whole. It was like a wave of summer when you walked in, the dry heat feeling orgasmic on your bare legs as you took off your shoes.
Taeyong did the same, looking around your house curiously, “It’s really cute.”
“Thanks,” you said in amusement, “Come on, we can study in my room.”
“What about snacks?,” Taeyong asked, looking hopeful and hungry.
“I’ll bring some up, don’t worry,” you laughed, already trudging into the kitchen to grab some chips and grapes you had in the fridge. You heard Taeyong climbing the stairs and shouted, “It’s the second door on the right!”
You heard a grunt of affirmation and bounded up the stairs with your backpack and snacks in hand. You entered your room to already find Taeyong sprawled comfortably on your bed, pulling out notes and textbooks.
“Comfy?,” you asked, moving aside pillows and plopping down beside him.
He chuckled, scanning his notebooks, “Perfectly. What do you want to look over first? I was thinking writing and literature.”
You huffed, popping a grape in your mouth, “If we have to, I want to get through the worst first.”
“It’s not as bad as you think,” he said, nudging you with his shoulder as you sat up and leaned your head on it.
“I know,” you strained, pulling out your very minimal notes. “But it’s just something I don’t like being taught. I want to learn it on my own, through my own enjoyment.”
“Enjoyment, hm?,” the dark haired boy pondered, glancing at your notes before looking up at you exasperated. “_______, aren’t you worried you’ll fall behind?”
You’d never had the feeling you were ever drowning in work or behind the curve, always being right on track regardless of how hard you tried. You shrugged, looking at him with raised eyebrows, “Not really.”
“Well, I’m worried for you,” Taeyong said with a sigh. “You’re too smart and gifted to fall behind, and I don’t want to see that.”
“Taeyong? I’ve always wondered this but,” you murmured, tracing a finger on a vein up his forearm absentmindedly. “Don’t you want to be ranked first?”
Taeyong turned towards you, his dark eyes hard as he echoed you, “Not really.”
Confused you inquired, “But you’re always working so hard-”
“And it’s because of you,” the handsome boy interrupted, locking eyes with you. “You make me work harder than anyone else, you make me try, and no one else gives me that.” You didn’t notice it, but Taeyong had leaned closer, his breath fanning over your face. His voice was quiet, a soft murmur, “If I didn’t have you always one step in front of me, I don’t know what I would do.”
“Taeyong,” you whispered, his lips hovering just above yours, making your heart beat a mile a minute in your chest. He looked so soft, so exposed and vulnerable like he’d been craving to get that off his chest, to tell you.
“I don’t want to be ranked first,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours for a fraction of a second.
“I just want you.”
It was like a wave of feelings and sensations came crashing down on you, one minute you were a hairsbreath away from Taeyong, and next he was washing all over you. His body was pressing yours into the bed, your hands were tangled in his hair, and his lips were making what felt like love to yours. He kissed you passionately, like all the pent up feelings in his heart had just released into his body, hands and mouth driven by another force.
He cupped your face softly, but his lips and the rest of his body said otherwise. His chest rubbed against your clothed breasts and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue in, tasting the grapes you had eaten and groaning at the way your body moved against him. You spread your legs and welcomed the knee that slid your skirt up to your hips and pressed against your clothed heat. Taeyong’s kisses were so wet, the sounds coming from your mouth made you go delirious as the fire in your stomach was stoked.
Deprived of oxygen, he pulled away with a gasp, looking so fucking gorgeous with his messed up hair and swollen lips. You leaned up and pressed kisses to his sharp as a knife jawline, moaning when his hands began to unbutton his shirt. Your finger helped him along by untucking it from his belt, craving to see the creamy skin underneath.
You nearly cried when he slid it off his shoulders, fingers tracing down the warmth of his skin and running down his lean abs, “Taeyong…” You pressed kisses to his chest, tasting him with your tongue as you dragged your wet muscle along his defined collarbones.
He smirked at your reaction, his fingers now making quick work of your shirt, tossing it across the room as he exposed your chest, “Now we’re even.”
“Please, Tae, I need to feel something. Just touch me,” you whispered, breath coming in gasps as you sat up and placed his hands on your hips.
He slid them down and under your skirt, squeezing your ass over and over as he groaned, “Come over here.”
He pulled you close, laying one of your legs over his thigh as he tugged you until your clothed heat was pressed against the bulge in his pants. You gasped when he began to rub himself against you, head going blank of everything except for him and the way he was moving against you. He rolled his hips into you with a groan, hands on your ass as he helped you move in tandem with him until you found the rhythm yourself.
You tangled your fingers into his soft hair when he leaned down to litter the tops of your breasts with love bites, sucking dark purple bruises into your skin. You whimpered when he slowed down, your hips still eager against his as he kissed your neck, “Please…”
He hushed you, taking his time as he felt the wetness through your panties soak the crotch of his uniform slacks, “Take it easy, baby girl. Take a moment,” he dragged his bulge slowly up your clothed slit, “To just feel this, to feel me.”
You rolled your head back, drunk on the feeling off him teasing your clit with his clothed member, “Oh, fuck…”
Taeyong’s eyes were glazed over, small beads of sweat dripping down his jaw and neck. You leaned over and licked up the tantalizing drops, tasting the salt of his skin and humming as you pressed kiss after kiss to his neck. As much as you loved how Taeyong could have so much self control, you wanted release badly, for him to make you come all in your panties.
“Taeyong, please,” you whispered, panting as you looked at him pleadingly, biting your bottom lip in want.
Instantly his hips began to move faster, slowly working up to a newer, rougher speed that left your body on fire. His hands found their place back on your ass and he urged you to move along with him, his eyes burning with desire as you complied willingly. He rutted his hips into you, causing your breasts to bounce as he ground into you roughly. You cried out when he inched up only a little bit and found your clit, driving hard into the spot when he noticed your reaction. The roughness of his slacks felt like pure nirvana on your sensitive bundle of nerves and your voice broke as you called his name out.
Taeyong’s voice was deep and husky, urging you to release as he continued to dry hump you, “Come on baby girl, soak those panties for me. Show me how wet you can make them.”
He took hold of your hips and turned you onto your side, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder as he drove into you on his knees. The new angle at which he rubbed against you made you see stars, and you felt your release upon you. You gave one last strained moan, gasping as you threw your head back and came hard, flooding your underwear with your essence as Taeyong continued to thrust against you, chasing his own high. A few moments later, he came crashing down as well, hips stuttering as he came inside of his pants, his member straining over and over against the fabric, so much so that you could see it twitching. You watched with half lidded eyes as Taeyong groaned, his head lolling back and languidly rolling his hips against your heat. It was possibly the hottest thing you’d ever seen and you felt your core tighten one last time as you came again. You gasped and road out the mini release, reaching down and rubbing yourself through your panties as best you could to prolong the feeling. Taeyong groaned at the sight, leaning down to kiss you again, swapping saliva with you as your tongues danced in sync.
When the two of you had regained your breath, Taeyong flopped down beside you, scattering notes off the bed as he pulled you into his arms. You welcomed his embrace, burying yourself deep into chest as you inhaled his homey scent, like laundry detergent and something so Taeyong it hurt.
He cradled your head and murmured against your hair, “You’re so incredible, ______, you know that?”
You laughed breathily into his skin, kissing his collarbones as you whispered, “And do you know how amazing you are, Lee Taeyong?”
You looked up and was met with a soft smile that you leaned in and kissed gently, “I mean it,” you affirmed with another kiss to his cheek, “You don’t need me to motivate you because you’re already so good on your own.”
“Doesn’t mean I still don’t want you,” he mumbled, looking away with a blush on his cheeks. “I’m sorry if I came off like a douchebag, it’s just you’re so cool, ______, and I just wanted to impress you-”
You stopped him with a kiss, laughing against his mouth as you pulled away to see his confused gaze, “And here I was thinking I was the lame girl with the gorgeous popular boy chasing after her.”
“No,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes and dragging his lips against your neck. “You just get the nerdy guy who can’t talk to girls without coming off like a dork.”
You laughed and played with his hair, gazing at him adoringly, “You’re really a strange one, Lee Taeyong. I like that.”
“You can keep me around if you like,” the gorgeous boy smiled, “So long as you be my study partner…and my girlfriend.”
“I think I can agree to those terms,” you grinned pulling him down to kiss him way past sunset. Your notes and studying were completely forgotten as the sun sank below the horizon. The two of you had cleaned up as best as you could when you remembered your parents would be home from work. It was a comical scene, but one you would remember fondly as you and Taeyong worked to scrub the stain from the front of his pants. He even met your parents that night, introducing himself like he was born to be brought home to a family. Years later, you could still remember that whole day with amusement and love, knowing you were still happily with that sheepish boy who made you laugh until your cried.
“What, are you gonna look up more anime, or are you strictly into Dick now?”
A lengthy exploration of Dean Winchester as a consistently queer character, thank to themes he embodies with his core characterisation of
occupying both sides of binary traits.
(aka the reason why I lazily shove random things into my “Dean vs cake” tag with no explanation, written out while on a 8hr train journey)
The writing of
Dean is of a character split between endless examples of duality, moments of characterisation which have stark opposites (either generally accepted or made up into a false dichotomy by the show) where he appears to
embody elements of both at all times. Generally, the less-expected or pleasant part is something he resists admitting liking or labelling himself as.
He may be described as a killer while
being shown to be the most compassionate character by his actions in the same episode; his
projection of himself as a dumb grunt has been so successful that we have to scrape up lists of dozens of examples to prove his intelligence in arguments, despite one of the most-used examples being in only the fourth episode but is cited all the time to prove he’s not the stupid brother in contrast to
Sam’s college-educated introduction leaving a lasting impression there; a
lesser example of Dean wobbling between sides of a duality includes his strict
favouritism of pie being shown in stark contrast to cake as if he must surely
hate it, having declared himself for pie; and of course his frequently shown
interest in women is contrasted with extremely consistent queer subtext
implying that Dean is attracted to men as well.
Fellas what is it that you love about black women? It could be anything from the way they walk, talk, dress, their confidence, swagger and demeanor, etc.
I love how strong willed and focused black women are w/ certain things, being able to do a multitude of things at once and getting them accomplished with no problems at all. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty around y'all, no matter what y'all remain calm, cool and unfazed by the madness going on around y'all and I love that about black women! I love a independent black woman as well, who doesn’t need shit because she has her own, like “nah nigga I’m good, I got my own thing going on.” 😏 I admire that about a black woman! I love how they can be both classy and aggressive when need be! Ain’t nothing like a black woman with a lil sass and feistyness in her! I like how black women smell when y'all get out of the shower using some freshly scented perfume, body oil or lotion on your mocha and chocolate skin with it glistening all over ya body looking like a black nubian goddess! I love a black woman’s attitude and demeanor whenever we’re feeling down, at our lowest they’ll rub our backs with comfort & encourage us like “come here baby, it’ll be okay, you can do this.” I love how supportive black women are through our ups & downs as men, when niggas are successful, they are there supporting & when we fuck up and do dumb shit, black women are still supportive & loyal to us even when we don’t deserve it and need a good kick in the ass at times. That’s love and I appreciate that from y'all! ❤😘. It’s imperative that we as black men stand by black women and support them as much as they stand by us, that’s not asking for too much! As much as they support us even with our bullshit, that’s the least we can do! Also, learn to appreciate them and adore them by telling them nice things without wanting or expecting something in return (sex). But back on topic, I love a woman who doesn’t need to get dolled up in order to look good. I like a sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no make up on type of girl who’s not worried about shit! I know y'all like to look good and feel sexy, but you don’t necessarily need your nails or your hair done to feel good or look sexy. Whether you have long hair or you keep it short with a bob or fade, whether you have small titties, big titties, the biggest ass or no ass at all, if you’re confident and content w/ your looks then baby girl own that shit and do you! You gotta have confidence & swag, like you know you’re the shit regardless of how u look. That’s sexy to me, when a girl can own a room regardless of how she looks and feel like she’s the shit no matter who else is there! Ooooh yeah did a nigga mention personality yet? Man I love a black woman who can laugh and crack jokes at the slightest lil thing like when a nigga trips over his own feet. I love women who like to laugh and crack jokes on a nigga that wil have me busting a gut from laughing so hard at them! Nothing like a black woman who can make me laugh and smile a lot!😏 I love y'all overall excitement and joy in anything that interests you or that you find appealing. I also like how y'all get excited about something or think something is nice and y'all say “Awwwwww, baaaaaaaaby” or “oooohhhhh look Bae, look look” or when a favorite song comes on and y'all start vibing to it singing, dancing and snapping your fingers. Y'all are so damn cute when y'all light up with excitement like that!😏 Nobody else will hold black men down like a black woman, y'all are the only ones who see beyond our struggle, our pain, our tragedies and see us for who we really are and uplift us from those things just by providing love and support to us. Y'all will have our backs when nobody else will, and treat us like kings with love and respect with arms open wide when everybody else has pushed us aside! Being raised by a single, strong willed black mother, it’s imperative that I find Everlasting love with my black queen and treat her like one so that we may have beautiful black daughters and raise them up to be treated as queens by us and their future husbands. Nobody have our backs like y'all black queens and I’m appreciative and thankful for all the black women not only in my life, but in the lives of all black men if I can speak for the rest my brothas. We appreciate & love y'all. 😘✊🏾
This is the best top 5 for Valentine’s Day, isn’t it? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
Warning: this top 5 is heavily influenced by my experience as a smut writer.
1. Oikawa and Iwaizumi. The iwaoi royal deluxe ship wins by a landslide. You can either have sweet sweet loving or hardcore sex, it doesn’t matter because they can make anything work. Every single kink, every single au. Oikawa is flirty and seductive while Iwa is extremely strong and passionate (harsh Iwa and Oikawa who lets him dispose of his body as he pleases always a big yes), together they’re an explosive mix and overall a blessing for every single smut writer out there.
The subtitle is wrong, he said: I’m going to make you scream my name later, Shittykawa
2. Kuroo and Tsukishima. “They kinda share that really” aka the only couple that I can make work both ways, if you know what I mean. Actually, Kurotsuki is the pair I have most fun with when it comes to kinks (especially with bsdm). They are equally teasing and dominant, but at the same time they like when the other is in charge. They’re the worst when it comes to fluff, but if you’re in the mood for an insanely intense and deep smut scene, they’ll never ever let you down. Hottest couple, hands down.
3. Bokuto and Akaashi. Ah, Bokuaka. These two are an interesting couple, too bad it’s really hard for me to find smut that I enjoy writing due too the characterization problems. They have a unique sexual tension, fueled by Akaashi’s glacial sex appeal and by Bokuto’s heat that can make him melt in a moment. My Bokuto treats every single kink like it’s the most natural thing, he’s not embarrassed by anything (literally, anything), he’s impulsive, playful and powerful to the point of not being able to handle his strength properly, but at the same time is extremely selfless and aware of Akaashi’s needs. And Akaashi…well, he likes to be controlled, played and spanked by him…so much. A+ awkward after sex fluff.
4. Daichi and Sugawara. Finding characters to make the domestic-long-term-boyfriends sex work is incredibly difficult (established relationship is the hardest au in my opinion), so thank you very much for them. It’s a couple that gets off on how much they love each other, spiced it up with the fact that our beloved Suga is a sinnamonroll personified.They win the best fluff award, but this goes without saying. They’re a classic and, like all the classics, their perfect sexual tension immortal.
5. Hinata and Kageyama (eventually). I’m not a fan of Kagehina smut. At all. I can’t read it, I can’t write it. I’m still in the stage where my favorite boys just kiss, cuddle and hold hands, but I can’t deny that the tension is there and more they’ll grow, the more the bond they already have is going to grow deeper and deeper and would probably explode into some mind blowing smut. I’m gonna let them explore while I wait for them to reach their 3rd years, then we can’t talk about this more.
Thank you for your message and happy Valentine’s Day to you and to all the OTPs!
Summary: Sirius is not traditional. In fact, he does things purposely to annoy his parents and veer as far from the views as possible. And his life gets even more non-traditional as he meets you.
Warnings: Angst, and loads of fluff
Sirius Black was not traditional. Being brought up in the Black family he tried his best to stray from the traditionalist values his parents tried to force upon him. He did this at first by not being placed in Slytherin, then in his friend choices and his behavior as well. Now, however, he showed his absolute hatred for tradition by falling in love with you.
Of course, when he first started to fancy you, he didn’t think to do it to show his rebellion for the age-old values his parents worshiped. It was your smile, your eagerness to help everyone, your courage, frankly, it was your ability to be a kind, gentle individual as well as a total badass that made him fall for you. Your stubbornness to become an animagus, when you found out about Moony made Sirius respect you. Also, your blatant disregard for his flirtations made him fall deeper in love. What made him admit to himself that you were it for him, was seeing you one day in his dorm room, during your fourth year.
It was the day after the full moon, Moony was particularly more violent during this cycle. But he wasn’t the only one that came back with battered and bruised. Sirius tried his best not to show the deep gash on his side to Remus, knowing he would immediately feel guilty and forbid you all from joining him at the next full moon. Sirius went to bed instantly as he came into the dorm, not even bothering to fix the wound. He woke up to the sound of sniffles and a stinging feeling. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a very red- eyed you, pouring something into his wound to clean it, all the while wiping the occasional tear that poured out of your eyes. “Love wha-” he tried to speak but you covered his mouth with your free hand.
“Quiet Sirius, I don’t want Remus to hear us,” you whispered. Once you were done with the initial cleaning you pulled out a brown bottle and looked up at him with guilty eyes. “This will sting a bit,” you whispered yet again and took his hand placing it on your shoulder. “When you feel pain, I want you to squeeze. Understand?” you instructed. Sirius who was mesmerized by how close you were to him managed a nod. When you poured the liquid on his wound, he tried his best not to leave a bruise on your shoulder. Noticing that he was ready to scream in pain, you distracted him by saying all the things you liked about him, praising him for things he didn’t think others noticed about him. In turn he focused on you. On how a strand of your hair always seemed to fall away from the rest, how focused your eyes were, how you bit your lips in concentration and how your hands worked with precision. Once you were done, you gave him a kiss on the cheek for being such a wonderful patient and left the dorm. That was when for the first time Sirius said aloud, “I love you”, though you didn’t hear him that day, he acknowledged to himself that you had stolen his heart for good.
It took Sirius a good two months to tell you those three words, and then convince you that you weren’t a fling to him. And after a year of dating, you brought him home with you to celebrate Christmas with you family. Even though he was a little nervous, and shy at first since your parents were muggles and he’s never really been around muggles that much, what with being raised in the Black family and all, but he warmed up quickly to your family. Your father and he bonded over their shared love for motorcycles, and he would listen to your mother while she talked his ear off about astronomy. Once the holiday’s ended it was safe to say that in your parent’s eyes Sirius was already part of the family.
Another year passed, and Sirius started to get more serious about everything, especially you. He didn’t think that he would be one to settle down but that changed the moment you came into his life. He didn’t know what was possessed him to do it, maybe it was the rumors of an impending war in the wizarding world, or maybe it was him coming of age, but after months of saving up for it he bought you a simple ring which he knew you would love. He had also visited your family without you knowing to ask for their blessing, but before popping the question he wanted to introduce you to his family. At first, he didn’t want to introduce you to them, not because he was embarrassed by you, hell if he could he would buy a megaphone and travel around the world, screaming that the most beautiful woman in the world was his, but he was weary of his parents. They kept pestering him about finding the perfect pureblood girl for him to date, saying that once that girl comes into his life, he’ll be all straightened out. He knew the minute his parents found out that you were muggle- born they would treat you badly or even try to hurt you. He couldn’t let that happen, you were his queen, and he wanted no one and nothing to ever hurt you.
“Pads, honey, are you sure about this?” you ask nervously twirling the sleeve of your blouse. You were dressed in a vintage white long sleeved blouse which was neatly tucked into a red pencil skirt that hugged your figure in a proper, yet appealing to Sirius eyes, way. He smiled at your adorable nervous tick and took your hands in his.
“I am positive love. Regulus brought his girlfriend, who he started to date only two months ago home last week. They keep criticizing me about not finding someone, they say that if I was in Slytherin I would have surely found a girl by now. They’ve been trying really hard to set me up with other pure-bloods, they think that once a pureblood girl comes into my life, I’ll be happy, and ‘all-straightened out’. I need them to see that I am with you, a beautiful muggle- born Gryffindor who keeps me happy, pushes me to be the best version of myself, and is the most intelligent woman I know,” you smile at his words and take a breath in to calm yourself. “Did I mention the fact that you are stunning?” he whispers into your ear as he opens the door to 12 Grimmauld Place.
You giggle whispering, “Oh, you’ve mentioned that only a couple hundred times.”
You both take in another deep breath before entering the house, hand in hand. Even though the house was exquisite, thoroughly clean and well lit, there was something dark and brooding about the place. You felt the hatred and darkness seeping from the house when you first stood at its door steps but now walking through you feel the hatred growing and somehow you feel that it’s all being directed towards you.
Though Sirius did inform them of your visit, his family decided to start dinner without you. A pang of hurt resonated through your body, not because you were hurt by their behavior rather you knew how upset Sirius is getting because of it. Looking around as you took your seat next to Sirius you notice Regulus, who gave you a slight nod to acknowledge your presence.
When Regulus was a first year he got bullied by the upper-class Slytherins a lot. The bullying went on for two more years and got physical. He turned to his cousins for help, but being too afraid that they would become the targets, they did nothing. Of course, no one mentioned anything to Sirius, because they knew that even though he was in Gryffindor and was the bad sheep of the family Sirius loved his brother, and would do anything to protect him. It was you who ended up saving Regulus from his tormentors for good. You were running late one morning, deciding to take a shortcut to transfiguration when you saw the altercation happen between Regulus and his bullies. Outraged you hexed two of them, knocking them out cold and then you single handily beat up the other one, giving them a warning that if they were to ever hurt Regulus again you wouldn’t go so easy on them. Ever since then, he had been kind towards you, helping you out secretly with anything you seemed to struggle with, and giving you presents for special occasions.
Much to your displeasure Bellatrix and Narcissa, your two archenemies, were at the dinner table too. At school, after Sirius and you started to date you tried to be nice to the two horrid sisters under the pretense that they were his family. However, Sirius was quick to reprimand the behavior, chuckling encouraging you to give them hell.
Finally, your eyes fell to the head of the table where his father and mother sat. Both gave you tight-lipped smiles as you sat down. You knew better than to think that their smiles were genuine, but you returned the gesture all the same. Sirius scooted closer to you, taking your hand once again and interlocking his fingers with yours, he clears his throat. “Right, as you may all have guessed, this is my wonderful girlfriend, (Y/F/N, Y/L/N),” he said, sounding rather confident.
There was a long pin-drop silence, which was broken by his father wrinkling his nose and saying, “(Y/L/N), that’s not a name I’m familiar with.” He squints at you as if assessing your features to match them to any pureblood he may have met before.
“Well father,” Sirius starts the confidence in his voice starts to fade, “that’s because her father and mother are muggles.” An over exaggerated gasp escaped his mother’s lips and you knew all hell was just about to break loose.
“SIRIUS ORION BLACK!” His mother shrieked. “You let filth like that walk into my home?!?! Do you know how much work it is going to take to cleanse this house now?” Sirius clenched his fists under the table, you knew he was about to say something rude to his mother so you placed you hand over his fist to calm him down. When his eyes meet yours, you simply smile at him. Narcissa and Bellatrix smirked at the scene unfolding before them, whereas Regulus looked very uncomfortable. “We scolded you for not being sorted into Slytherin,” she started again “We yelled at you for your pathetic friend choices, and for your troublemaking behavior. However, we still gave you a place in this family, but this is something we can nor will tolerate. Why can’t you be with Bella or Sissy, they are gorgeous compared to this thing you brought home. They’re more fit to be your partner. Now, you can break things off with this filthy mud-blood or leave your family.”
After that his mother just stared you down, you didn’t back off either staring at her with the same intensity she looked at you. If Walburga expected you to cower in fear or shed a tear at her words she was going to have to try harder. Sirius, on the other hand, lost it at ‘mud-blood’, he stood up so fast that he nearly knocked the table over. “This is no family. A family is supposed to make you feel wanted, make you feel protected, and happy. A family is supposed to help you through your troubles, and respect you. I have only felt like part of a family when I’m around my friends. And this woman that you called filth is ten times more a woman than you’ll ever be. She is kind, smart, loyal and beautiful. She treats her enemies as her friends. Don’t believe me as Regulus. When he was teased by upper classmen who were Slytherin pure bloods, mind you, the girls you called fit for me timidly stood back and watched too scared to stand up. It was (Y/N/N) who punched out the men and saved Regulus from the physical torture. I didn’t come here to get your blessing or for you to approve of her. She is my life, and I’d rather leave this family than leave her.” Your eyes widened at his bold statement, and before you could calm things down by trying to intervene, his father stood up and slapped Sirius across the cheek. You were too stunned to react for a couple of moments. After the initial shock, you were filled with anger, you wanted to stun him right then and there but held back giving him the only bit of respect you had left for him.
“Stop this nonsense this instant Sirius. I will not have you talking to my wife and nieces like that. As your mother stated, you are to break things off with her. I do not care how big of a fuss you make, so long as you are under my roof you will follow my rules. Now get out or I will throw you out myself,” he screamed the latter portion of the scolding aimed at you. Sirius took your hand, looked around at everyone else and said, “Well then this is goodbye.” His mother tried to protest but Sirius had already yanked you past the door. Once outside he took you by the waist, pressing you close to him he whispers, “This may make you feel a bit woozy.” He apparated you with him to James’ house.
James and his parents were very generous, you explained what happened with Sirius’s house Mr. and Mrs. Potter sent an owl to your parents informing them that you would be staying with them for the rest of the summer. You tried to decline the offer but they had already apparated to your house, packed your things with your parents and came back. Once you were settled in the room you decided to make tea for Sirius, who hadn’t uttered a word since you two apparated. You tried to be as silent as possible as the Potters had already gone to bed, humming to yourself you wait for the water to boil.
As you pour the warm water into cups you feel a pair of strong arms snake around yours. You smile as Sirius moves your hair to the side and kisses the crook of your neck. “Feeling better Pads?” you ask as you hand him the tea. He doesn’t respond but extends his hand to you, shooting him a curious look you take his hand and he leads you outside. It was a warm night and the view of the stars was simply breathtaking.
“I’m sorry love. I’m so sorry. I wanted them to see that you’re the wonderful person you are. I thought maybe they would have accepted you. I am an idiot. I shouldn’t have done that,” he rambled, letting go of your hand and looking away. You could tell that these thoughts had been brewing in his mind ever since he left his house. You knew him well enough to know even the thought of you being hurt made him cringe in pain. Looking at him you saw that your boyfriend was about to break, and you cupped his cheeks forcing him to meet your eyes.
“Sweetie, I wouldn’t have agreed to go if I didn’t expect this of them. I promise you, I am fine. Your parents must try a lot harder than that to get to me. I just worry about you. I can’t believe that you dealt with all that for this long,” you gently spoke, “Why didn’t you tell me about all this? It pains to think that all these years that was what you dealt with. You are so strong for holding on this long, my love. I promise to make sure that they never hurt you, ever again. I promise to love you for as long as I live, and show you how a real family is supposed to treat you.” That was all it took for the floodgates to open, Sirius sobbed into your neck and you put your arms around him, running your hands through his hair, letting him cry out every bit of tear he held back till now. He hugged you tight as well as if he was afraid you were a figment of his imagination.
It took a couple of minutes, but Sirius finally calmed down. He mumbled something as he let you go, having not heard him you ask, “What was that love?”
You looked at him bewildered but also extremely happy. “God love, I planned out a big grand way to ask you. I was going to shower you red tulips, and chocolate. I wanted to give you the royal treatment, asking you to marry me in a way that would have people talking for decades to come,” he rambled on worried he was screwing up the best thing that ever happened to him.
“Sirius, just ask me,” you smiled.
Your encouragement gave him all his confidence back, he propped down on one knee and pulled out the small velvet box he kept in his pocket ever since he bought it. “(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I have only known you for 7 years, but I feel like I have known you all my life. You changed my life for the better the moment you set foot into it. You push me to the best that I can be, and stop me from doing stupid things. You are a strong, beautiful, loyal, intelligent, and oh so much more. I love you more than words could ever explain. We have had our fair share of ups and downs, yet we emerged stronger and even more in love at the end. When I look at you I see my future, a bright and heavenly future. I promise to wake you up every day with a kiss. I promise to drown you with presents, and massages when you are pregnant with our children. I promise to do all the heavy-duty work once you give birth to our babies. I promise to love, provide and protect you and our future children with all I’ve got. Will you please, please make me the happiest, luckiest bloke on the planet and be my wife?”
You were in tears half- way through his proclamation of love. “This is such a stupid question,” you cry kneeling down to his eye level, “Of course I will marry you, Sirius.” If it were even possible the smile on his face got wider, and he leaned down taking your lips with his, in the most passionate kiss you two had ever shared.
“Wait till my parents find out, they’re going to be so happy,” you chuckled pushing your forehead to his.
Sirius wiped away the happy tears from your eyes, “Who says they didn’t know about this?” When you gave him a puzzled look he continues to say, “You didn’t think I would ask to marry you, without asking for your parents for your hand did you?”
“How did I get so lucky?” You responded.
“No love I’m the lucky one,” he stated kissing you once more. “It’s been a long day, let’s go to bed. I’m sure everyone will want to know the great news tomorrow.” With that, he leads you to your shared room, where you went to sleep as quite possibly the happiest woman on the planted wrapped in the arms of the love of your life.
I know there’s been hundreds of these done before, but I just wanted to share my opinion on the highlights and lowlights of the new 2017 live action film (WHICH I ABSOLUTELY LOVED AND WILL BE SEEING A SECOND TIME), upon looking at all the comments and criticisms I’ve seen either through youtube videos, critics, and scrolling through tumblr.
Cons/scenes that confused me:
- The opening number was not as magical as it could have been. I can’t describe exactly what–it just wasn’t as impactful as a number as the original - The library scene was not as much as a big reveal. It felt so casual and rushed into–but I really liked how it was such a surprise in the original version - I feel like Emma Watson could have put more emotion into her singing. I mean of course she can’t top Paige O’Hara but still, I feel like sometimes her soul wasn’t as into it (probably tho because she’s not a musical actress) - Why the townspeople ganged up on Belle to ruin her laundry–is teaching a girl to read considered that big of a sin??? seems like a bit of a stretch - I really wanted the proposal scene to happen where Gaston gets rejected, maybe not entirely the same, but just simply something that would outrage Belle more than the conversation she had in this version - “Gaston, you are positively primeval” was not included - “No one says no to Gaston!” was not included - “Every last inch of me’s covered in hair” was not included - The way Emma Thompson sang BATB wasn’t as great as it should’ve been. A lot of times she sang it slower than the actual tempo to the point where I felt like she had to catch up on the song and it sounded off. I appreciate her trying to sound different from the original but it was getting a bit excessive - No one questioning why Belle was wearing a ballgown upon being missing for days and being held captive by a beast - Why Belle called Gaston a monster??? I mean, we as an audience know why, but Belle had no previous knowledge of the monstrous things Gaston had done and the only thing he’d done to her is act like a bigot and vain - Was I the only one who thought Beast didn’t look hot?? i mean, i liked the gentle vibe he kinda had in the original, but in this version, he’s too much of a hybrid amongst human and beast which kinda creeped me out at times - Mrs. Potts’ & Chip’s animation was a bit odd to me–despite the Prince wanting the most extravagant of items–their design wasn’t that beautiful or appealing to me - Belle keeping the rattle that her mom kissed when she had the plague is dangerous, isn’t it? - The castle crumbling when the last few petals fell from the rose made no sense–like it’s not like the castle totally fell apart when the last petal fell - Though the transformation scene was wonderful, I had wished Adam or Belle had said something to make the silence less awkward and make the moment more romantic - The ending scene was nice with the finale song, but I feel like they should’ve done something that tied up the film, I was looking forward to a finale kiss between Belle and Prince Adam but they just danced and it just kinda ended??? there was no impact there
- The close-up shots of Belle when she sings her solo part in ‘Belle’ was done beautifully - Belle’s reprise and the infamous ‘Sound of Music’ scene was some great cinematography - The deeper father-daughter dynamic between Belle and Maurice. They added a lot more depth to this character (kevin kline made him funnier and more endearing :”) ) - Belle’s voice sounding more normal throughout the film compared to the autotuned versions released in trailers & online (i was really going in with low expectations of her singing due to what was previously shown but it sounded fine in the movie???) - Belle’s “Ugh!!!” after the thought of being Gaston’s wife - Belle’s costume changes; giving her boots vs. flats, hitching up the side of her skirt so she could run more freely and ride horses, adding pockets to store her books, etc. - ALL THE PLOT HOLE FIX-UPS (every time they explained something new i was like OHHH THAT MAKES SENSE NOW) - Having more scenes showing the Beast’s character as well as seeing more of the chemistry with him and Belle - All the new original songs blew me away. Once again, Alan Menken is a true legend. - Evermore was so essential and I’m so glad they decided to give Beast a solo song (i always wanted to hear one from him, and it gave me Phantom vibes which was BONUS) - Character development with LeFou - All of LeFou’s lines (i cracked up every single time) - Golden cast. - Dan Stevens and his facial expressions, acting through his eyes, how he poured his heart and soul in evermore. - Luke Evans was literally Gaston brought to life. The voice, the looks, the charm. I also liked how he was a bit darker in this version. - Josh Gad brilliant once again, I lost it at “It’s never gonna happen ladies”
- Ewan McGregor gave a refreshing retake on Lumiere and his singing was great! - “The East Wing, or as I like to call it, the ONLY wing” - Maurice admiring Lumiere and Cogsworth as the two argued who he was referring to once he left - DIVERSE CAST - Interracial couples. - The song ‘Gaston’ blew me away. It was better than the original. - Visually stunning scenes throughout. - Beast saying they should run away together (my heart melted when he said that) - BE OUR GUEST GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS. DID NOT DISAPPOINT. (i was really nervous about them messing it up but it gave me the thrills just as the original) - How this movie really tugged on my heartstrings and I cried 6 times throughout the whole 2 hours. - Belle singing ‘How Does a Moment Last Forever’ was beautiful - “Too touristy?” - Beast - Beast trying to protect his masculinity when he was caught reading a romance - All the passionate stares between Belle and Beast throughout the film - EVERMORE. - The ballroom scene was breathtaking. The ballroom set itself was–dhlsdkfhdsk - Beast/Prince Adam’s mother being his sun (insert sobbing) - The mob song was also done better than the original. (OMG BUT LEFOU’S LINE THO–) - The way the beast screamed “BELLE!” was heart-wrenching - The transformation scene was powerful, Dan Stevens was beautiful. That kiss tho–right in the feels. - “Turn back into a clock. Back into a clock.” - The Finale ver of Beauty and the Beast was lovely, the new lyrics added in were just the perfect finishing touch as well - BELLE’S WHITE DRESS WAS STUNNING. - “How would you feel about growing a beard?” *GROWLS* (me: dies) - LEFOU FINDING HIS SOULMATE + FIRST DISNEY GAY REP. - Everyone dancing together (instead of everyone just awkwardly watching Belle & Adam dance)
A break-down of why your magickal intent may not be taking effect in your life
Hi there! So, if you’re reading this, you’ve probably had this problem at one time or another; in fact, almost all witches experience a ‘fizzled’ spell every once in awhile… but what happens when you’ve been casting multiple, and they all just won’t take? Here are some reasons why this could be happening:
The spell was not transferred enough energy to take effect. Think of this as filling up a balloon with helium ~ If you don’t put enough in, the balloon with just roll around or float a few inches above the floor, rather than floating high in the air like you intended for it to do. This can also happen with spells! There needs to be enough energy transfer (The energy you put in, the energy you’ve taken from something/someone else, etc.) to allow the spell to ‘take hold’ and manifest strongly and in the way you preferred.
You’re not helping the magick along when it requires you to do so. For many spells, such as magick geared towards jobs, people, physical events, etc. there needs to be more than just one magickal variable working towards your intent to manifest. You need to work for it; If you cast a spell for a job, you also better be turning in that application and resume along with it ~! A spell can increase your chance, luck, and appeal, but it cannot contact your employer and set up an interview.
(A break-off from the above reason) Your conditions just don’t allow the magick to materialize easily. This is the most possible to happen in weather spells, such as those to bring heavy rain to a dry climate area, or magick for something that your life/area just cannot manifest. For example, imagine somebody trying to cast a spell to ‘make one of their friends fall in love with them’ whilst having not a single friend in their life; the spell is incapable of materializing, because their are no variables for it to work with! It is a sad thing to think about, certainly, but this example shows how casting a spell that is wrong for your life situation can cause it to work improperly or not at all. (Tip: This person should have cast a spell for new friends first! This also shows how you may be casting spells that are wrong for the situation)
Your wording was not the best. Similar to how people will often word things in a positive or future-tense manner (EX: ‘I AM BRAVE’ / rather than ‘I WILL BE BRAVE’) during spellwork or how in some fairytales the genie will grant a wish in a horrible way according to the wording of a wish, you must be careful to be clear and concise in what you’re wanting! Stay away from vague or general wording; You’ll wish you had when you try to cast a spell for a person to love you romantically, and later find that they love you like a sibling or best friend ~
You forgot to/incorrectly grounded after a spell. Grounding is not only important to maintain your own energies, but it is also a good tool for assuring that the energies of your spell don’t simply go on floating ‘up in the clouds’, failing to come down to earth and manifest! Grounding after a spell also increases the chances that it will work faster.
Your focus/energy was off during the spell. Common for those with a low rate of focus, who’s mind wanders easily, or with low/confidence and doubt (which can especially put off your energies) you might have broken the intent of the spell while casting it. Not to worry, for spells can be re-cast and focus can be sharpened, but be sure to have a strong mind when performing visualization or transferring your intent into a spell! This can lead to a spell manifesting in a different way than you intended (which may not always be a bad thing) or just all-together not working.
(For people-directed magick)The person on the other end of your spell has a protection ward. If you’re simply trying as hard as you can to curse, heal, bless, cast upon another witch without their knowledge, there’s a chance that they have up some magickal barriers of their own. Be cautious with curses on other witches especially, since there are wards to reflect curses back upon the sender, and you never know! This can also be so if you are casting magick upon somebody to improve an aspect of their life; they may unknowingly be mentally/spiritually guarding, or ‘closing’ their energy, making it difficult for the magick to attach to them.
Further tip: Have patience! Some spells take a while to manifest or come to be, and if you’re becoming discouraged after them not working within a week, you need to have a bit of patience.
Keep in mind that these are things anybody can do without knowing; they do not at all make you a bad or incapable witch, but it is important to know and accept why they may not be working. I hope for those that experience it, these reasons can provide some insight ~ This post was inspired by all of the anons who have been asking this question frequently
Send me a message if you have any questions or comments ♡ Thank you!
Bound To Happen (Part 5), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: Yes, I know the Tony Awards are in the middle of June but I needed to make this scene possible and this is how it worked. Whoops. This makes up for my lack of a Valentine’s Day fic, right? Right?
Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Things are happening in this one, though.
“Today’s the day.” Lin stormed past you, stride confident and determined.
“Good morning.” You offered, trailing after him.
“Today’s the day.” He repeated, stopping in his tracks just as he made it center stage. He glanced around for a moment, taking in the thing he had created. He looked at you, his eyes shining with something you only momentarily saw on stage.
“Today’s the day.” You confirmed, noticing a majority of the cast had collected onto the stage as well. Tommy Kail was striding from his office with a group of producers in tow.
There was more money among his little posse than you would ever see.
Tommy’s face was wet and soon everyone else’s were as well. He held up a crumpled sheet of paper.
“Is that it?”
“Straight from the office.” Tommy told him, just as Lin snatched it away. The yellow color of the pages signified the importance.
Lin scanned over the page, thumb brushing over each word.
“Thirteen.” He sighed, “Thirteen Tony nominations.” He watched as the cast erupted in cheers, embracing and laughing and standing in disbelief because this wasn’t something that happened everyday to people like them.
The producers were sharking hands and offering congratulations, and Lin swept you into his arms before he could stop himself. The stack of papers you had organized in your hands were on the floor in a pile, but you didn’t move to collect them.
Suddenly the entire team was around you, but all you saw was Lin grinning down at you, repeating ‘Today is the day’ in a hushed voice, as if this day was just for the two of you to share.
“Who are you using your extra ticket on?” Mandy asked conversationally, fingers running through your hair. Eyes were on you - the person who trailed after Lin and didn’t seem to do much else. There was no talk of boyfriends or girlfriends or any friends outside of the theater.
You smiled at the idea of having a secret identity away from these people who tried and failed to pry information from you. Maybe you fought crime - or committed them?
“Nobody. Considering selling it on E-Bay.” You shrugged, knowing that your joke could easily be a reality and make your rent payment a little smoother.
“And your dress?” She pushed further.
“I have the one from opening night.”
The women in the room gasped and you suddenly wished you hadn’t taken Lin up on that break he offered you. Mandy’s fingers tugged a little harder on your hair.
“You are not wearing that dress again, didn’t you say it was your Senior Prom dress?” Karen’s eyes were bearing into your soul, it felt like.
You didn’t answer - which was an answer enough for them.
“We are getting you a new dress and a date.”
The dress was an easy choice - something satin and pale in color that looked oddly similar to your prom dress but with a heftier price tag.
The date was another thing entirely. Within the month before the awards, you had shuffled through a handful of guys - and one girl - from Mandy and Karen’s black books. None appealed to you in the right way and eventually you were starting to lose hope.
Not just hope that you would find the right person to attend the event with - the hope that you would find the right person in general.
As the day rolled closer and the dates began to stop, you found yourself dreading the awards night more than anything else. You would be all dolled up in a room full of important people with amazing partners alone.
You decided five minutes before you were supposed to leave for the pre-party that you weren’t going. You left a hurried voicemail on Mandy’s machine, something about the snow and a headache and every single excuse you could make in the span of a minute.
Dressed in your gown and with pristine makeup that took a little longer than you were proud to admit - you drank a warm beer on your couch with Sesame Street paying in the background.
The snow was falling lightly outside and you could only imagine how warm the club the cast was currently in could be. Drinks and laughter and love were probably filling the air and you could spit at the idea.
“Remember we’re on a Broadway budget here - not too many drinks, please?” Tommy called to the group as another round was ordered. There was already a buzz and they hadn’t even walked the carpet yet.
“It’s a celebration!”
“Where’s Y/N?” Chris asked, eyes darting over the crowd the club provided.
“She’s not coming. Something about the snow and a headache and life in general.” Mandy was one drink in, stirring her cocktail with a tiny straw. “I called her six times but no answer - I don’t think there’s any getting through to her.”
“She’s not coming?” Lin asked, dumbstruck. Mandy nodded. “Is this about the date thing?”
Nobody spoke, all waiting for Lin to do exactly what he should.
“Okay. Guys, grab your coats. Ladies, order another round on me.” Lin fished in his pocket and slammed a bill on the bar, tossing back the final sip on his drink. “We’ll meet you at the theater.”
“Where are you going?” Karen called after his retreating form, the gaggle of men following his determined steps.
“I’m gonna kill her.”
You were halfway finished with your beer, rummaging through your pantry for an opened box of Girl Scout cookies you swore were still in there when you heard a thud.
You paused for a moment, waiting for another sound.
Thuds echoed through your entire apartment, and you nearly tripped over the length of your gown trying to find the source.
The sounds led you to the window of your living room - the visual of snow pelting the glass signaled someone trying to grab your attention. You worked the bottom of the window, shoving it open and having to dodge a snowball in the process.
The buzzer was broken - of course the buzzer was broken. Lin groaned as he retreated from the steps of your apartment building.
“Dude, where is your jacket?” Alex asked Chris, who was standing shivering in the snow.
“On my wife.”
“Why does your wife have your jacket?” Questioned Tommy.
“Sometimes you have to give up your jacket and develop hypothermia for the people you love.”
“Buzzer’s broken.” Lin sighed. “She’s not answering her phone either.”
“Looks like we’re breaking in.” Andy shrugged, already taking a step towards the door. A hand on his chest stopped him.
“We are not breaking in.” Lin pushed him back to the group, “I got this.” Lin pivoted back to your building, shouting your name at the top of his lungs.
“Don’t forget we have to perform today.” Chris chided him, hand on his shoulder.
Lin surrendered his yelling and instead found himself packing snow into his hands, wailing it at your illuminated window. The rest of the guys watched as his attempted throws narrowly missed and decided to help him out.
Soon, all four men were chucking hastily made snowballs at your apartment as their cab driver sat and watched, the toll slowly ticking higher and higher.
“What the hell are you doing?” You shouted down to the group of giggling men.
“Get down here!” Lin shouted back, quite a bit louder. “Come on!” The rest of the guys joined him.
You succeeded, slamming your window shut and slipping on the shoes you had perched by your front door. They crunched the snow as you descended the steps of your apartment building onto the empty street.
Lin’s coat was immediately wrapped around your shoulders.
“What are you doing here, you guys should all be on your way to the awards.” You shoved his chest gently.
The other guys stood in the back, making it rather obvious they were watching closely. They shared looks, each wondering is this going to be the night?
“Not without you.” Was Lin’s immediate answer. “It wouldn’t be right. You’ve been with me longer than any of these assholes.” His thumb jerked back to the guys, “You deserve this night more than any of us do.”
“Lin, I’m not in the mood for this right now.”
“You guys should go enjoy your night and I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
“You don’t understand-” Lin stopped himself, the wild rush of adrenaline he had been feeling on the drive over coming to a sudden halt as he took you in. “You look amazing.”
For the first time that night, you smiled.
“I’ll be your date tonight.” He insisted, gloved hands holding yours as you clenched them in the cold. “This is a night of celebration and happiness and the only way I can do that is with you standing next to me.”
You considered this for a moment, before looking over Lin’s shoulder at his merry little gang.
They all called back equal responses. Lin held out his arm to you and you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn away. You linked your arm in his as your friends climbed back in the cab, mumbling words on how happy there were you would be joining them.
“I’m sorry you did all this for me, on your big night.” You whispered to Lin.
“None of that.” He told you, arm squeezing a bit tighter, “You’re gonna have to sit on somebody’s lap.”
You piled into the car, your half finished beer long forgotten on your kitchen counter. Lin, as he was in your everyday life, was right by your side the entire night. You watched as he accepted a Tony Award and pointed at you from the stage, rhyming your name expertly in a perfect couplet.
Your lousy dates and prom dress was in the very back of your mind, and at the forefront was Lin. Not just the Lin who was making his dreams come true that night, but the Lin from all those years ago who had a dream and decided to bring you along for the ride.