they genuinely are really interesting

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Sometimes just… knowing someone else can do something r e m a r k a b l e makes it possible for you to do it too.

Seeking Paintings | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: You, a muggle-born artist, have been hiding your feelings for Draco Malfoy for years now. Though, after an unplanned meeting in the astronomy tower things between the two of you start to change. Even more so after finding each other in the Room or Requirement.

Word Count: 3,573

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: not my gif credit to owner


You stare out into the vast horizon from the astronomy tower. This was your favorite hideout during your free period. You much rather enjoyed the view when it was light outside. Sure you love astronomy class and looking up at the stars but this was just different. Better.

You pulled out your old, hard-cover, weather-beaten sketch book and began to draw the landscape before you. You made sure to grasp and add every detail to your drawing. You began shading in the sunset when you heard a voice behind you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked in a rotten tone and you already knew who it was.

“You don’t own the astronomy tower, Draco,” you say blandly while continuing your work.

“You know this is were I go in my spare time,” you hear him huff.

“I know,” you blush, hoping he doesn’t know that besides the view one of your favorite part of this spot is that it’s that it’s his spot too. Then again, how would he even know that, it’s not like you two are exactly close.

You hear him start to walk away and your heart sinks. Just once you’d like him to stay up here when you’re here. Maybe then, you too could become close. You’d had this battle with having a crush on Draco since first year. Now here you are, sixth year and the most interaction between you two is fighting over the astronomy tower.

“You know you can stay right?” You boldly say. You swallow hard when you hear him stop in his tracks.

You hear his footsteps begin again but this time coming back towards you.

He sits a few feet from you, “Just don’t expect me to talk to you.”

You just smile and shake your head continuing to look down at your sketch book. For a few minutes you two stay like this, you drawing, him (probably) thinking. You wonder what could be going on in his head, he seemed to be thinking pretty deeply.

You feel him inching towards you at a snail’s pace, from the corner of your eye you can see him watching you draw everything from here to the horizon. You hate yourself for the blush creeping up on your face, by the time he’s within a foot of you your face is bright red.

“Why are you blushing?” You look up at him and see he’s smiling, a genuine smile.

Because I’ve been hiding my massive crush on you for nearly six years.

“I just get embarrassed at people watching me work,” you shrug.

“Why?” He asks seeming genuinely interested. “You’re really good.”

“Thanks,” you’re blush gets even deeper.

You break eye contact and look back down at your sketchbook. The rest of the period is made up with you finishing your sketch and Draco watching intently. He’s completely mesmerized at how you can just see an image and recreate it perfectly on your page.


It’s Saturday and you aren’t needed nor expected anywhere, which is why Saturdays are your favorite days. You usually spent these days roaming around looking for inspiration for a new art piece. Which is exactly how you plan to start today.

You roam the school grounds aimlessly, constantly moving your head around to grasp every aspect of the school. You step into the one of the many courtyards and feel inspired to sketch it, until you realize you’ve already done that… Ten times…

You sigh and realize that after six years of constantly working in the same space it’s going to be hard to find a completely new area for your art. Just this year and the following before you can finally start travelling and finding more inspiration worldwide.

In your attempts to find a new spot you’re again not looking forward. causing you to slam right into someone.

“Hey, watch where- oh, hey Y/N,” you hear Draco’s voice quickly turn from intimidation to delight.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you ramble.

“Don’t worry about it,” he laughs at how cute he thinks you are when you ramble.

A blush creeps onto your face, “Well, I best be going.” As you turn to walk away he grabs your wrist and turns you back to face him.

“Hey, are you going to the Quidditch match today?” He inquires.

“Um I wasn’t really planning on it,” you scratch the back of your neck.

“Oh,” his face slightly falls. “Well, I’d like it if you went,” he says his cheeks turning slightly pink. “Even though you’d be rooting for Y/H and not Slytherin,” he looks at the ground.

“I mean I probably should go, it's sixth year and I haven’t gone to a single match,” you shrug and he looks at you dumbfounded.

“Not a single match? Well, you definitely have to go now,” he laughs and so do you.

“Well, I guess you can count on me being there,” you say before turning and walking away. You look over your shoulder, “And I guess I can root for Slytherin just this once,” you wink and quickly face forward as your face turns crimson red. A crazy amount of adrenaline must’ve been rushing through you for having the courage to wink at Draco Malfoy.


You take a seat in Y/H’s section for the Quidditch match, all your housemates do a double take when they see you arrive. Which were followed by ‘finally’, 'it’s about time’, 'I didn’t even know you knew how to get here’ and more sayings around those lines.

You don’t know to much about Quidditch, especially since you’re a muggle-born. Not that you know much about muggle sports either. Your friends have explained the game to you many times, you got the logistics but you just didn’t know why it was such a big deal. Maybe you’ll actually figure it out through watching a match.


Draco rose up into the air on his broomstick to prepare for the start of the game. On his way up he scanned the crowd for you and a smile creeps onto his face when he sees you sitting in Y/H’s section. He can tell you look slightly out of place in the stands and is glad to see you actually showed up. He keeps up the hope that you’re actually here for him.

He has been trying to convince himself since second year that he doesn’t have feelings for you. That he could never have feelings for a muggle-born. Except as he’s grown older through his school years he’s realized that muggle-borns aren’t that bad. He’s realized he was just told to think that way, not that he actually believed it.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the blow of the whistle signaling the beginning of the game. Slytherin immediately takes hold of the Quaffle and manages to score within the first minute. A chorus of boos and angered shouts comes from Y/H’s section. Draco looks over to see you remaining silent among your peers. He smiles, hoping you may be rooting for Slytherin…for him…silently. Even if you’re not, at least you aren’t booing.

Draco circles around the field, scanning for the snitch. He’d be lying to say that he wasn’t losing his interest in Quidditch, squinting into the distance searching for a flying ball of gold gets boring after awhile. Of course, he didn’t know if the sport itself was actually starting to bore him or the stress recently rested upon him was making him lose interest in the things he loves. Apparently stress can do that. 

He sees a flicker of gold in the distance, shocked at how early on he’s spotted it he doesn’t fully believe he saw it. That is until he sees the seeker for Y/H dive in the direction of the flash of gold. He quickly follows and the two chase after the golden blur, neck and neck. Draco shoves the other seeker, causing him to spin off course and leaving Draco to be the only one in pursuit of the snitch.

He’s extremely close, he takes a hand off his broom and reaches towards the snitch. He feels cold metal on the pads of his fingers, he just needs to get a grip around it. Almost…

Wham!

He’s nearly knocked off his broom as pain seers through his ribcage. He got hit with a bludger milliseconds before he could grab the snitch. He holds a hand over his ribcage and groans in pain. He rises back into the air to find he’s near Y/H’s section. He looks over at you and you mouth to him, 'Are you okay?’. He nods and manages to give you a faint smile as reassurance.

When he starts to move upward he hears many whispers, “Did Draco Malfoy the Draco Malfoy just smile?”, “Did he smile at you, Y/N?”, “Is there something going on between you two?”, and things of that nature.

He looks back in your direction to see your cheeks turning pink while multiple people start to question you. Though more importantly he sees a smile on your face at the thought of people thinking something is going on between the two of you.

Suddenly, his interest for Quidditch returns. Except rather than loving the sport, wanting to be the best, and move towards winning the House Championships, his goal and motivation to win comes from you. He wants to impress you, and suddenly he finds himself squinting at the field and scanning it as if his life depended on it.

Ten minutes pass with no sign of the snitch. Y/H is currently in the lead, sixty-twenty. Draco continues to scan the field, keeping an eye on the other seeker to see if they look to be in pursuit. He finds himself glancing over at you often as well, trying to make sure you aren’t growing bored. Good thing he’s doing this because it is when he shifts his eyes to you that he spots the snitch once again.

This time determined to get he speeds off in the directions of the flicker of gold. He soon gets close enough that the snitch is hardly a blur anymore. He stretches out his arm when he feels someone bump his side, not strong enough to knock him off his path though. It’s Y/H’s seeker, Draco gives them a menacing stare before turning his eyes back to the snitch. The two race around the field with their arms reaching towards the snitch, they’re neck and neck. Draco, determined to win, jerks his hand out so roughly he fears he might’ve dislocated his shoulder. It would be worth it though, he feels his hand close around the snitch.

He slows down and waves the snitch above his head, wearing a proud smile. The rest of the Slytherin team flies over to congratulate him. He hardly notices their presence as he starts to look for you, to see your reaction. His smile fell, you weren’t in the spot you had previously been in. You weren’t anywhere to be seen.

A look of disappointment washes over Draco’s face as he moves back to the ground. Where did you go? Why did you leave? Did you just not care enough to stay? Did you leave because Slytherin won? Was it foolish of him to think you were here for him? He was disappointed that he ever let that thought into his head.


The rest of the Slytherins were celebrating in their common room, but Draco was in no mood for a party. Though every time he tried to move towards the dorms one of his friends would pull him back to the center of the crowd.

“Dude, what up with you,” Blaise leans onto Draco. “You know you can’t vanish from a party after a win.”

Vanish.

He hadn’t been to the room of requirement in ages. If he was already disappointed with himself he might as well make it even worse by working on that cabinet.

“I actually have to go do something,” Draco mutters before peeling away from the crowd, this time being successful.

He begins the journey from the dungeons all the way to the seventh floor, left corridor. Constantly, he finds himself dodging behind corners at the sight or sound of a teacher. When he makes it to the entrance of the Room of Requirement unscathed he begins to pace and think deeply about what he needs.

I really need to work on this cabinet. If I don’t fix it in time I’ll probably get myself and my family killed. To work on this cabinet though I’m really going to need some privacy. No one else should be able to go in or out. I really just need to be alone, even though I’d rather be talking to Y/N, figuring out why she left the natch early… But I really need to go work on this cabinet in private.

He thinks to himself, allowing him access to the room. He steps inside and begins to make his way to the vanishing cabinet. He examines a feather from the last time when he used that cabinet on a small bird. He begins to realize it’s spending days on end staring at this cabinet that he truly begins to hate what he’s become. He knows he had no choice, it makes him hate all those who did. All who didn’t have people pressuring him to be evil. To kill or be killed. It makes him hate all those who had good people in his life.

He just wanted one good person in his life, he needed one good person in his life.

Where am I going to find a good person who wants to be in my life?

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a crash from somewhere in the room, faint whispering follows. Someone else is in here.

He draws his wand from his pocket, becoming extremely alert. He swallows hard, the last thing he needs is to be caught in here. He slowly moves towards the sound of the crash, pashing piles and piles of randomized objects. The faint whisper becomes a distinct mutter, a girl’s mutter.

He jumps out from behind the last pile of things before him and the unknown girl and raises his wand. However, he immediately lowers it at the sight before him.

“Y/N?” He questions putting his wand back in his pocket.

You look up at him and gulp. You are kneeling on the ground in front of a puddle of spilt paint to the side of a canvas. Your face turning a bright red to match the paint covering the floor.

“Draco,” you say wide-eyed. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he tuts.

“Well, I needed a canvas and some oils,” you shrug. “So, I went to the room that would supply me with my needs.

"Well, I needed privacy as in no one else being in here,” he says coming off more hostile than he wants to be towards you.

“Maybe you don’t know what you’re actually needs are,” you look down at the ground, saddened at his hostility towards you. Just when you were beginning to think he could actually like you, how silly.

He remembers what he was just thinking about. Where am I going to find a good person who wants to be in my life? “Maybe you’re right,” he admits.

You look up at him and try to suppress any thoughts of him needing you from your head. You look back down at your paint puddle and go back to cleaning.

“You know there’s this thing called magic,” he chuckles before pulling out his wand. After giving it a little flick all the paint moves back into the container.

You tut before letting out a muffled thanks and standing back up. A slight frown forms on your face as you dip your paintbrush into your now unspilt paint and get back to working on your canvas.

“I thought you’d be a little more thankful,” Draco raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t like to mix magic and art,” you huff.

“How come?” he presses on, sounding as though he genuinely cares.

You sigh, not sure if you’re completely comfortable about divulging your childhood to Draco, your muggle childhood. If you even wanted to dream about having a chance with him you figured it wouldn’t be best to remind him you’re muggle-born. However, he’s expecting an answer and you only have the truth.

“It just when I was younger I was told I had a gift when it came to art,” you sigh. “They said my art made my talent seem like magic,” you smile at the memories. “I guess I wanted to keep it all down to talent not literal magic,” you shrug,

“Oh,” is all he has to say. “Well, can I see what you’re painting?”

At that you freeze, brush in midair dripping paint onto the ground. You swallow hard and your face becomes a deeper red than Draco, or anyone has ever seen you as. You slowly turn your near paralyzed head to look at him wide-eyed, You do not even want to imagine Draco’s reaction to your current work, yet alone see or hear it in reality.

He chuckles, “I’ll take that as a no.” You slightly nod and turn back to your work. “If I can’t look at it can you at least tell me what it is?” Your face is burning at this point, it feels so hot you fear you may need to go down to the hospital wing.

He appears next to you and you nearly choke on the lump forming in your throat. You set your brush down and timidly turn your head to look at him. You get a side view of his head, slightly tilted with a flattered expression resting on his face.

“Is that me?” He smiles brightly and you swallow hard.

“Is that weird?” You timidly ask.

He turns his head to look down at you, a smile still plastered on his face. “Not at all.”

He looks back to examine the painting even deeper as you rock on your heels as an anxious tick. The painting is a site you captured in your head at the match. Draco with his hand outstretched towards a golden blur, you seeker right at his heels. You painted the world around them as a fuzzy haze to show they were moving at top speeds. In the background one could distinguish the field, goalposts, stadium full of students, as well as the other players flying about.

“Is this why you left the match early?”

“Yeah, I just got the idea and rushed here to go and paint it,” you shrug. Then, you fully process what he just said. “You noticed I left?” Your eyebrows knit together and you move your gaze to him.

“Of course,” he says looking at you. “I did it for you,” he states. “I woke up this morning and the last thing I wanted to do was go looking for a golden blur. Then, I remembered you said I could count on you being there and I knew I had to play.” You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, so Draco continues. “I was planning on inviting you to the after party as my date but you weren’t there,” he shrugs. He’s trying to play it cool but truly he heart is beating a mile a minute. He was not intended to profess his love for you but before he could stop himself the words were slipping from his mouth.

“D-date?”

“Yeah, is it so weird for me to take the girl I’ve liked since second year to be my date?” There’s no going back now. It’s out, the secret is out. Draco Malfoy has feelings for Y/N Y/L/N.

He waits for you to say something, anything. He heart is racing and his cheeks are turning pink. He hopes you’ll say you feel the same but you just stay silent.

Your mouth hangs agape, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “You’ve liked me since second year?”

“Is that weird?” He timidly asks as you did previously.

“N-not at all,” you smile wider than ever, your face only turning slightly pink. “I mean I’ve liked you since first year.” You see his eyes light up at that, he looks as if this is exactly what he needs to hear.

You two stay silent for a moment, gazing into each others eyes. Both of you wondering what to do next. His eyes slowly move down to your lips, linger for a second, then dart back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathes out so quietly you barely hear.

You nod and try to suppress the butterflies in your stomach. He takes a step closer to you and lightly grips your elbows. He pulls you close and stares deep into your eyes. He starts to lean in as do you, both closing your eyes. His lips gently connect to yours. He softly moves his lips against yours, his hands moving down to your waist as yours get tangled in his hair. Neither of you pull away until you both are gasping for air.

“So did you win?” You giggle once you’ve caught your breath.

“I have now.”

Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 

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“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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Okay but when are we gonna talk about the fact that Jake Dillinger is possibly the most forgiving and well meaning person ever?

When he first flirts with Christine he seems really genuine and gets sorta awkward around her like he’s really interested in being in a relationship with her and not just taking advantage of her.

When he mentions why his parents are gone and Christine says that it’s illegal, he immediately changes the subject, as to defend them.

Rich BURNS DOWN HIS HOUSE and it ends with him having TWO broken legs and then Jeremy inadvertently gives him a parasitic supercomputer that makes him walk on those two broken legs, and yet when it’s all over he STILL is nice to Rich and Jeremy and even gives Jeremy advice on how to ask out Christine (who is also his ex?).

I have a lot of feelings about Jake, y'all.

Mr. Min - Chapter 02

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 9872

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names, inappropriate table manners

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06 - Ch 07

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↬ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋
That could be anything, then. | It could also mean nothing.
ғɪᴛᴢsɪᴍᴍᴏɴs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ⁽ ⁴⁸ /💑 ⁾ 

brienne & tormund: one way, predatory, brienne has made it known she’s not interested, he refers to her as “the big woman”, no bond
brienne & jaime: mutual respect/love, make each other better people, the perfect balance, have been through and got out of hell together, i could go on

BTS Ideal Types

This is based off a rather intensive analyzing of their personalities as well as astrology and things they themselves have mentioned.

Jin: Jin needs someone really understanding and nurturing, someone who will pick up small things like when he’s nervous being around many people and then silently reach out for his hand. Someone who is optimistic and confident in their personality and their own brightness- someone whose positivity is just as infectious as his own. Definitely someone who’s honest and a good listener- someone who makes him feel comfortable and safe and appreciated. Friendly and naturally nice- someone who finds it difficult to be mean to anyone.

Yoongi: Not someone who’s necessarily shy, but someone who’s introverted with good composure and an admirable outlook on their and other people’s feelings and situations- someone who encourages him to think about everyone’s side of the story. Someone’s who’s wise. A person who is bold and captivating- enthralling people with their passion and unique character and opinions. Helpful and friendly. Someone who is patient and understanding with him and admires his passions- wanting to hear all about it. Someone with a sense of bluntness who states things simply without sugar coating them. Loves music.

Hoseok: A person with a sense of logic and who can be realistic. Someone with a huge heart and an endless capacity for love, like they don’t just ‘like that plant’ they ‘fricking adore that plant’, they don’t just ‘care for their friends’ they ‘would do anything for their friends’. Very clever, bossy but not in a suffocating way. Someone he can trust 100% and can confide everything in. Reliable- he can always count on them. Just naturally cute, has cute quirks they don’t even notice but he’ll adore. Very unique and odd and entertaining without even trying. Kind of awkward. Plays with his hair.

Namjoon: Incredibly strong- a heart able to endure a lot, and who purposefully will go through that for the benefit of people around them. Intense, beautiful eyes and a captivating voice- their passion has him wanting to listen to them talk all night and he’ll love the way their whole face lights up. Might be very tough or have a hard shell but actually has the warmest most caring and tender heart. May not be overly affectionate with everyone or may not show what they feel very easily, but shows him love and affection. A person who is oriented towards their future family. Great listener and very supportive. Like a rock in his life who also exudes tenderness. Captures people’s attention. 

Jimin: Someone who’s open, warm, tender and embracing with him but a little shy and awkward around other people. He feels like they lean on him and he supports them. Someone who’s cute, blushes easily and a little clumsy. Awesome, witty sense of humour. Secretly looks out for everyone. Maybe a little stubborn but has a soft heart. Holds his hand for support. Would snuggle him all day and always makes him tea. Talks him to sleep. Just extremely gentle and tender. Sees clothes they think he’ll look good in and buys it for him but is too shy to straight out give it to him so will nonchalantly leave it somewhere for him to find.

Taehyung: Mature, developed opinions, deep thoughts, alternative tastes, loves art and things like photography and music and poetry. Open-minded and ready to learn about the world- constantly researching things. Has lots of quirky friends because they’re just naturally accepting and laid-back. Listens well but can also talk your ear off- can get very excited when talking about things they care about. Knows when to be serious and think reasonably. Very happy, chilled and positive vibes. Strong and shares their strength with everyone. Literally everyone. Tries really hard. Friend and family orientated but just very humanitarian in general. Very clever. Can be crazy and weird. Absolutely mesmerizingly strange laugh.

Jungkook: Someone who thinks the world of him- someone who could just listen to him and watch him all day. Appreciates and picks up small things and compliments him on it. Boosts his confidence. A naturally mothering, comforting and warm hearted person. Grabs his hand in excitement. Funny. Playful and cheerful, gets really hyped and hypes up people around them. Can be really shy. Someone really snuggly and soft. Massages him. Shows genuine interests in his interests. Play computer games with him and listens to all his music. Reads to him.

(Let me know who you’d be most suited to :D) 

  • russian professor: i can see that you are falling in love with the russian language, just like i did at your age! :D
  • me: that's not really.... how i would describe......
  • [later]
  • random acquaintance: haha why would you want to learn russian, it's so harsh and ugly and all the native speakers are politically apathetic assholes :D
  • me, about to burst into tears and/or song: The Russian Language is the reason i'm alive, a window into a rich and dynamic culture (actually several!), perhaps the most elegant instrument of philosophical thought and subtle, gorgeous poetry with which i have ever had the enormous privilege to engage! "ты один мне поддержка и опора, о великий, могучий, правдивый и свободный русский язык!"
  • me: ...also, Fuck Off

If Julian and Garak had a relationship on DS9, Julian would constantly go to Jadzia for advice. There’s just too much baggage and pain between them for him to not go to someone. She’s so experienced and he’s already opened up to her a lot via conversations and the medical school notebooks, so that candidness is super easy for him. She swears to keep it a secret, but occasionally speaks to Sisko privately about matters so Sisko knows that Julian’s okay. He occasionally passes fatherly advice through Jadzia about self-care and healthy habits and getting distance when fights get bad so lines aren’t crossed. Garak knows what’s going on but says nothing because they advice they give is actually helping their relationship and himself.

WHAT A SUPERSTAR

It’s nearing the end of his second year when suddenly rumors pop up about how Headmaster Dumbledore had convinced someone famous to visit for Career Day. Charlie didn’t pay much mind to the excited whispers and loud debates about who the famous wizard - because wizard not witch is the only thing that everyone seemed to agree on - visiting was and what job they’d be talking about.

“Maybe it’s Mad-Eye Moody,” Charlie had said when his roommates had asked him, starting an argument about whether the Auror was considered ‘famous’ or not.

They found out he was wrong on a Monday - because even though it was called Career Day, it usually spanned over the time of a week due to the guests’ hectic schedules - when a woman called Amelia Bones, Senior Auror she introduced herself, came to represent the DMLE. The talk of potential job prospects - and the electives and grades they’d have to get to be accepted - at the DMLE was followed by a very stern lecture on the consequences of disobeying the law that morphed into the presentations of other Ministry workers.

Ministry Monday, his roommates had called it.

(Really, Charlie was just pleased to see his dad for a bit - sure some of the jobs seemed interesting, certainly they were important, but-…)

Tuesday consisted of the residents of Hogsmede making the trip up to Hogwarts to talk about the jobs there, from things like working at the Three Broomsticks to crafts like carpentry. Wednesday consisted of several people from Diagon Alley showing up such as Madam Malkin who spoke of creating clothing and running a self-own shop to a Gringotts employee who spoke of the kind of work that goblins would have you do - something Bill was so interested in that he skipped classes just to visit (and drag Charlie along) the room the employee had set up shop in.

The most interesting thing about Wednesday, though, had to be when he wandered into the Daily Prophet’s designated room by accident and, within minutes, watched as the wizard talking about the wonders of journalism was hounded by a seventh year witch named Rita Skeeter about a job post-graduation.

Thursday, really, was tame given it was the Hogwarts staff whom took time to speak about their jobs in their free time - Charlie quite liked following Hagrid about as the man showed the tasks he did for the school. Feeding the Giant Squid and help grooming the Hippogriffs who decided to make their home on the grounds was very interesting and, while everyone else made fun of the time he’d 'wasted’ following Hagrid around for the day, Grounds Keeper seemed to be the most interesting job he’d heard about so far.

Friday came and with it the farther flung people, such as a Potioneer who came from Brazil to speak and a professional Broom Racer who’d gotten fifth place in the European Relay, along with Whispers about the 'famous’ person.

Wrote one of the textbooks - Care of Magical Creatures, Charlie heard during breakfast by a group of passing Ravenclaws.

Slytherins, when he was trailing them to listen to the Potioneer, muttered, Works with animals - oh, the shame his family must have felt!

Don’t see how it’s famous, a roommate complained to him at lunch, Sure he wrote a book but it’s a textbook and it’s about animals - it’s nothing interesting like an Auror or the racer!

“He was a Hufflepuff too!” a Hufflepuff said to her friend as they exited a room, “Really, he’s quite nice and his work seems interesting but…I don’t think it’s for me.”

Charlie paused to look at the room the pair had exited, it was empty save for an older wizard who smiled when he saw him, “Oh, hello. Are you lost?”

I was just passing by, was on the tip of his tongue but something - maybe it was the various dismissals of the man’s work he’d heard throughout the day, maybe it was how easily the man assumed that his coming was a mistake - had Charlie shaking his head and going further into the room. “No,” he said instead, “I wanted to learn more.”

“Oh, well, Magizoology isn’t a very popular - or, uh, lucrative - field, not like being an Auror or Quidditch Player.” the man started hesitantly, almost like he expected Charlie to turn around and leave at once. Charlie took a seat. “But, in my years, I’ve never once found it boring.”

Never be unkind, his mother had told them and it was the reason why he entered the room. It wasn’t the reason he stayed, though.

No, that was all genuine interest in what the man - Charlie really wished he’d asked the wizard his name but it seemed kind of awkward to ask now, besides the wizard was talking about a Thunderbird named Frank of all things - was saying. It was like the time spent with Hagrid, except more because the moment with the Giant Squid and the Hippogriffs were fleeting because there were so many other things to being a Grounds Keeper the animal care but this - Magizoology - was all about the animals.

A mention of his time yesterday with the Hippogriffs had the man launching into an excited tangent about the Hippogriff herd - “Though sometimes you’ll hear a group referred to as a 'flock’ but seeing as the horse half of them are the more social bit, it’s commonly agreed that a group is a herd.” the man said - and how it had originated from the wizard’s family’s own herd. Apparently, a group of younger Hippogriffs decided they wanted to try making their own herd and, in an effort to keep the groups from fighting in territorial disputes and from the new herd from being endangered, were relocated to Hogwarts.

Then, the wizard started talking about dragons.

This, Charlie knew deep in his bones as surely as he had known he was a wizard, this is what I want to do when I grow up.

It was startling when Professor McGonagall interrupted them just when they were about to debate if the Horned Serpent might be related to the Hungarian Horntail by way of a common ancestor, “Mr. Weasley, your brother has been looking for you since you missed dinner - it’s past curfew.”

“Oh,” Charlie hunched slightly because he just knew Bill was going to lecture him about not taking proper care of himself. If he was lucky, he’d manage to convince his brother not to owl their mother about him 'starving’ himself - again.

“He’s not in trouble, I hope," the man said hurriedly, "It was really my fault, I lost track of time-”

Professor McGonagall glanced at the papers strewn about - at some point they’d both wound up sitting on the floor as the wizard spread out notes and sketches of creatures to emphasize a point - and said, in a very even voice that made him flush, “So I see.”

It was somewhat relieving to see that the wizard wasn’t immune to Professor McGonagall’s tone, looking rather abashed as he returned the papers with a wave of his wand.

“And no, Mr. Weasley’s not in trouble since, I suppose, he didn’t technically break a rule seeing as he had adult supervision the entire time,” she said, then looked at him sternly, “That being said, it is time for him to go to bed - I will escort you back to Gryffindor tower.”

“It was nice meeting you, I really enjoyed talking to you.” Charlie said, then blurted, “But I never got your name.”

The wizard blinked then laughed, smiling and answering once he calmed, “Newt - my name is Newt Scamander and the pleasure was all mine.”

Honestly think I’m gonna re-watch the kiss scene just to see Jughead choke on his words because it made the kiss seem so much more genuine and pure. 

This episode was actually really good and I was interested. Some one is definitely trying to set up Jughead or something.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I am new to your blog; found you on YouTube. Wondering why your pronoun is 'they' or 'them' when you are one person? Not trying to be rude; trying to understand a different perspective than my own. I just read about "agender"; seems you could still be female/male and dress however you want. Is it more about sexuality than clothing or favorite color/hobby? Also wondering if autism has influenced your feeling 'neutral' in your identity as a person?

I don’t think I have much if any presence on youtube, I’m curious where you found me, or if you’re mistaking me for someone else. That being said, the rest of the ask is something I can answer, so here it is.

In English, there are four third-person singular pronouns (and an indefinite pronoun that for the sake of grammatical agreement is also third person. Grammar is even messier, but I’ll just explain the four). It’s more complicated than a simple model can represent perfectly when it’s taught to young school children, but for most cases the simpler model suffices, which is why most people don’t notice the discrepancy. 

There are He, She, They, and It. The first three are pronouns which can refer to people, and the fourth is almost never applied to persons.

The word it is used for young children/infants when the small human is being referenced more as an inconvenient object than as a fellow human. Some very few people electively choose to be called by this pronoun, but because it can’t be presumed to be okay, and is often used hurtfully on trans people, I won’t make reference to this one in the rest of my answer.

He and She are exclusively singular as far as I am aware. You probably have a decent sense of these already. Primarily refer to humans, sometimes things like boats and the moon can take them too, as can non-human animals.

They is the pronoun that seems to cause the most confusion. When being taught english, this pronoun is oversimplified, so people only know it as a third-person plural pronoun. In actual use, it also has had use as a singular third-person pronoun for someone of unknown gender. For an ironic example my older brother came across and shared with me, here’s a twitter post someone made of a screenshot of a troll. So following the use of they as a singular and neutral pronoun which can be used to refer to anyone, even cis people, it makes sense it would be so commonly used by nonbinary people who have no other singular pronoun existing in English to use. Some people make their own instead, but I like they, since it’s fairly invisible when it’s being used. (I don’t use any constructed pronouns for myself, but I did create my own neutral word for aunt/uncle and have my nephew call me that. It’s ‘entle’ for those interested.)

I’m agender, and agender is the word for not having a gender. That being said, I’m going to call it a gender for the sake of brevity. So for any gender, there are reasons for why one might dress however one wants or needs. Some agender people in my experience are some combination of apathetic or non-confrontational or some related way of being that lends itself to dressing in ways that don’t go against people’s expectations of them. I’m not one of them, so I can’t actually say for sure what goes into that, but there are definitely agender people who don’t bother making it known. There are also closeted trans people of all sorts, so how a person dresses doesn’t really say much about their gender. 

Gender does not determine sexuality, nor does sexuality determine gender. They are independent within a person, just like how presentation does not determine or is determined by either. I’m not sure from your wording, but when you said “female/male” it seems like you’re trying to make reference to a person’s sex? If so, I’m going to clarify too, that there is no context in public where those words should refer to sex. To the bureaucratic systems within hospitals, sure, but beyond that, those words mean gender. Of sex, gender, and presentation, only one of those is possible to know just from looking at someone. Even then, cultural differences make that imperfect. Given that culture exists in a wide range of scales, there will always be some disparity between different people’s perceptions of a person’s presentation. The other two are unknowable though. 

So to address what you said, I wear what I want, and I’m agender while doing it.

Is my being autistic related to my being neutral? Probably in some way. Autistic people more likely to be trans, more likely to be nonbinary, more likely to be gnc, according to what I’ve read. But more importantly, everything I am and everything I do is related to me being autistic. 

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anonymous asked:

[S4E1 spoilers] Sunny they changed the transformation music in the first episode right? I'm not crazy right?

THEY DID. nice work! you’re right. the main synth is actually an octave higher than usual, the voicing of the theme is different. and also as the sequence here was significantly shorter the motif has been spliced up a lot. 

it’s also interesting that the instrument went to a higher synth in 04x01. then in 04x05 for comparison it goes back to being the same as it’s always been. 

i owe you thanks dear anon bc this actually made me curious about something and if there was a pattern. and omg yea sure enough there is because when they form voltron with keith in the black lion in 03x03 it is also different for voicing and instrumentation. compared to the usual vld formation music from S1-2 + 04x05, keith’s one is notably different at the end actually. 

the instrumentation shifts in the final statement of the vld motif. the first time they ever form voltron is very Horn heavy in the main statement like YEAAA!!!! GO BLARE IT UP lmao. a lot of S1 the sequence has horns doubling. but im surprised that big chorus line we hear with Keith is not as prominent bc it’s really epic oh m ygod it’s REALLY COOL. 

So yeah, basically there’s this big a choir line that comes in with Keith’s sequence, right at the end paralleling the main theme in the voices above. It’s an octave lower in pitch as a result bc it’s mostly male chorus. it really adds something interesting to the whole texture. it’s actually right there in the voicing all along i mean i can hear it in 02x06 in the background at least but it’s very faint. for Keith, however, it’s right at the front of the whole texture and it’s clearly a focus point when it hasn’t been before. 

then there’s shiro’s sequence in 04x01 which whilst is a Mini Sequence bc it’s shorter, the synth is a lot higher in voicing and pitch by comparison. the whole thing is just voiced a lot higher than it’s been before. It’s really interesting to me that keith’s instrumental voicing seemed to stretch down and fill up the texture that way, whereas and shiro’s went up with that twinkling synth …… like can we actually draw stuff from that? is that trying to tell us something? honestly im really curious about this now. 

perhaps an audio post would be better for explaining this, and easier for me to work with too. you can really hear this though. im flicking back between episodes watching the sequences 1,000 different times to try and describe this - i could do a better job have the audio up to splice. i’ll see what i can do - if i can get some footage with the audio, then i could make a little audio comparison of these musical sequences haha!! 

THIS IS COOL. 

anonymous asked:

lmao is it bad that ive sworn never to watch doctor who so i wont b able to be identified as a superwholockian

doctor who is fantastic and the most recent season had a black lesbian as the main character, and they TALKED about it REALLY WELL you really should watch it; seasons 1-4 are superb, season 5 was pretty good and season 9/10 have been really good too! honestly i genuinely really suggest it, it’s a fantastically camp romp through interesting sci-fi tropes