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flirty-froggy  asked:

I don't want to erase Jewish people from my medieval Europe-based fantasy story and I don't want them all (or possibly any of them) to be moneylenders. Are there any other professions/occupations/pastimes I should avoid (I already know not to make them bad witches or do anything involving blood magic)? Would it be ok to have some be moneylenders as long as I avoided any suggestion of greed/cheating, or should I just stay well clear?

Professions for Jewish characters in pseudomedieval European fantasy

Is your story actually set in real historical Europe or is it just a European-inspired made up place? Because if it’s not real Europe, I can see that as a great reason to completely omit the whole “you’re Jewish so we’re gonna forbid you from doing anything but moneylending since Christians can’t touch it” thing. There’s no reason you HAVE to reproduce the sucky parts of the real world in your made-up world and in fact I know I as a Jewish reader would have a much happier reading experience if my people, in general, were happier in the story than in real medieval Europe. (For example, did you know we were persecuted by Edward I and eventually he kicked us out of England? That’s fun. Yes, that’s the same king who threw his son’s boyfriend out the window in Braveheart.)

Going back to your specific question: it would be possible to write a sympathetic moneylender character if you needed one for plot reasons, but to be perfectly honest the whole idea has such a high potential for resentment on the part of their customers that I’d just stay away to play it safe. You’d have to go out of your way to make the character three-dimensional and humanize them, and unless they’re a major character, there may not be room for that within the scope of your story. Plus, while it’s completely possible to be a moneylender who’s nice and kind and patient, sometimes when people owe money they get angry at the fact they have to pay it back and like I said before, resentment is natural even if it’s not terribly rational. In other words, “avoiding the suggestion of greed/cheating” is gonna be difficult because some people see having to pay back lent money as inherently cheating, which isn’t fair, but it’s normal and you’d be working against human nature.

As far as what to stay away from unless you have significant representation in the heroic/kindly/generous direction: anything that makes us sound like we feed off the misfortune of others (especially of gentiles), either metaphorically or literally. That’s the specific bad trope. Some positive professions include rabbis, kosher butchers, and various kinds of craftsmen (like making clothing or candles.) You might want to check out Libi Astaire’s Jewish Regency mysteries (I just finished and loved The Vanisher Variations) to start seeing all the jobs there are in the community–wrong era for your story, but it might get your wheels turning.


One thing I would caution against is to keep the professions “Jewish.” By that I mean: people of marginalized identities are not and should not be limited exclusively to marginalized-coded occupations or end products.

Yes, many people of marginalized identities produce things that are for their own communities. But just because, say, a lot of Native artists do traditional cultural crafts, doesn’t mean there aren’t Native oil painters who do urban landscapes. Sure, paintings might have a twist that only a Native person can give, but they might not. That 100% depends on the character, and it’s not “losing culture” to have them enjoy things from the “outside” world. Culture is a big nuanced thing that is constantly being interacted with and debated by each individual who practices it.

Marginalized identities produce things for themselves (usually because nobody else does), but they also produce things outsiders traditionally consume— not just to survive, but because they like doing it. We don’t live in bubbles. By segregating activities based off of “this group does X predominantly”, you unintentionally other marginalized people by giving them no points to relate to others. Because you end up creating a system where there are Crafts and Jewish Crafts, which are obviously All Different because they’re Jewish. That isn’t the case.

It’s a highly limiting worldview to approach “what can this character do?” by asking “what is a thing their identity does?”. Identity is not a thing that actively limits individuals from doing stuff, at least, not to the extent most people think. It might modify the way they go about it, but it won’t stop them. So ask yourself what characters can do, then figure out how their identity would change their practice… while also accepting that culture is fluid and you can end up with Jewish writers who write extremely culturally steeped works that are unmistakably Jewish (like Shira’s Mangoverse) to Jewish writers who just have subtle nods to their identities (like Daniel Handler’s A Series of Unfortunate Events). Both works are just as Jewish as the other, even if one is overt vs subtle. 

So work from characters. Ask what an individual person would like to do, consider how their identity would modify it, consider how their identity wouldn’t modify it, and go from there.

~ Mod Lesya 

I love Matilda as much as the next person, but we need to get past the trope of abuse (particularly abuse of children) being bad because the person is so smart or so kind or has so much potential. Abuse is bad because it’s abuse.

Prompt: Theres a new lesson that’s been added to the Hogwarts curriculum for the sixth years ran by Madam Pomfrey, Health and Social Care. This term, they’re learning about sexual health, teenage pregnancies and what it’s like to raise a baby. 

Part 1 | Part 2

- The first day was extremely difficult.

- Remus found it challenging to touch the doll, let alone hold it.

- It really seemed to freak him out for some reason.

- Especially the fact that it was moving.

- Sirius though, he was a natural with it.

- He was burping it, changing it, singing to it, treating it as if it was a real child.

- It made butterflies flutter in Remus’ stomach.

- He didn’t know if that was from how endearing it was to watch Sirius, or how guilty he felt for not helping out much.

- After the first nappy changing, they found out that the baby was a boy.

- Sirius wanted to call him Leo after the Lion constellation (and as a memoir to his brother)

- Remus kind of wanted to call him Lyall after his father.

- They argued back and fourth and finally decided on Theodore Lyall-Leo Lupin, Teddy for short.

- Sirius did not want any child of his, real or fake, be burdened with the Black name.

- Peter and Mary decided to call their little girl Emilia.

- Peter was very shy and awkward around the doll, but loved it unconditionally and was extremely protective of it.

- So much so that when Alice suggested to Mary that her and Frank’s little Neville will be Emila’s husband when they grow up as a joke, Peter was personally offended that his daughter would be anyone’s husband. 

- James and Lily decided to call their baby Harry because it was a family name of the Potters.

- Lily quite liked it and didn’t argue about it.

- As long as it wasn’t called something stupid like Vernon, she groaned.

- James shocked Lily with how passionate about the project he was. 

- For some reason, she had thought he would treat the hold thing like a massive joke like some sort of ‘Lad’s Lad’ she always thought he was. 

- But he was the complete opposite.

- He treated the doll as if it was real, pulling funny faces to it, singing it a lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he was small, and holding it as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

- He sorted out a sleep schedule so one of them would have the baby one night, then the other would have the baby the other night.

- She was impressed by how mature he was not to suggest they just share a bed together.

- James had even handed her a piece of parchment that Remus had given to him one Christmas and held up his own parchment. 

- He told her that it was a way to communicate with each other from different places so if one of them were struggling with the baby and they weren’t together, they could write on their parchment and it would send the message to the other so they could meet up and help.

- Lily had to admit, it made her heart swell by the thoughtfulness of James, and watching him with the baby.

- Lily loved holding baby Harry, and James had no qualms about sharing him with her.

- She felt very maternal and didn’t understand how this was supposed to be a lesson on why you should think hard before having a child in your teenage years.

- She felt like she could have one now!

- Harry and Teddy and Emilia had only cried when they wanted to be fed or needed their nappies changing.

- They were perfect angels!

- Up to now, at least …

- On the first night after Dinner, Sirius was sat on Remus’ bed giving the baby it’s bottle and singing Oh You Pretty Things by David Bowie to him.

- James and Peter were in the commons with Lily and Mary looking after their respective dolls.

- Remus was sat crossed legged on the opposite side of the bed pretending to do some other homework, but really he was just watching Sirius through his lashes.

- His eyes traced along the line of Sirius’ sharp cheek bones and down his perfectly straight nose and to his plump red lips curving around the lyrics beautifully.

- He gulped. 

- He really shouldn’t be looking at his best friend his way.

- His eyes trailed down further to where the doll was resting in his arms drinking from the bottle in Sirius’ hand.

- “You know,” Sirius said breaking the quiet and clearly catching Remus staring at him, “Teddy’s going to start thinking you don’t love him if you don’t hold him at some point!” He winked.

- “You want Daddy to hold you, baba?” Sirius nuzzled his nose against Teddy’s cheek.

- Remus put down his homework and pushed it to one side.

- He pulled himself further up the bed to sit directly in front of Sirius, their legs just touching.

- He looked down at the baby suckling the bottle in Sirius arms.

- He had to admit, it was pretty cute for a doll.

- “Do you want to try and hold him?” Sirius gently asked.

- Remus face shot up to stare at him with wide eyes, then back down to the doll.

- “It’s okay, just hold your arms out like you’re about to cradle him, I’ll ease him into your arms.” Sirius smiled reassuringly. “Just keep the head supported”

- Remus nervously nodded and did as Sirius said.

- Sirius put the baby’s bottle down and rearranged the baby into Remus’ arms, supporting his head as he went.

- Remus was staring star stuck at the baby he was now holding.

- The doll reached up to Remus who allowed the hand not supporting the head to hover over it to let the baby grab ahold of his finger.

- Then the baby giggled.

- Remus let out a happy breath of air.

- He was amazed that he was holding a child, real or not.

- This was something that he thought he would want - a child and a family - when he was older, but it was something he told himself he would never had.

- Werewolves weren’t allowed families.

- “See, he likes you. Don’t you, Teddikins? You like your Daddy, don’t you? Oh, yes you do! Yes you do!” Sirius cooed, blowing a light raspberry to Teddy’s cheek, earning an even louder giggle. 

- He looked up to Remus who was watching him intently with an almost love-sick looking smile.

- Sirius felt his stomach drop as his eyes accidentally wandered down to Remus’ lips.

- He quickly raised his eyes again to see Remus’ had done the exact same thing.

- His hands started to feel clammy.

- He felt himself slowly leaning toward Remus.

- Then, Teddy let out and almighty cry.

- Remus’ eyes bulged out of his head as he passed the baby quickly back to Sirius.

- “What’s wrong with it? Why’s it doing that?” Remus panicked.

- “I don’t know.” Sirius confessed, gently shushing Teddy and rocking him back and forth.

- “It’s because I held it! It knew I was a werewolf, Sirius! It’s scared of me!” Remus jumped off the bed and started pacing the room.

- “Moony, that’s not the reason!” Sirius tried to calm him down, but was too stressed trying to figure out what was wrong with the doll.

- “What-da-matta? What-da-matta?” He chanted.

- “Pads, it’s not going to talk to you to tell you whats up!” Remus pulled at his hair. 

- “Really, Remus?! Damn, here I thought he was going to tell me! Thank Merlin you’re around to point out the freaking obvious!” He shouted loudly, making the doll cry even harder.

- “Oh, no no no, no, I’m sorry baby. Padda didn’t mean to scare you.” He placed quick pecks to his cheeks.

- “Sorry, Teddy. Padda didn’t meant to scare you. Padda and Daddy still love you, Baby” He whispered even softer.

- The tears started to quieten down, but were still very prominent. 

- “Sorry, Sirius,” Remus deflated. “I just scared me, I thought-.”

- “I know. It’s okay, I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to snap.”

- Remus sat back down on the edge of the bed and let out a breathy laugh.

- “Geez, we really are parents now we’re arguing!” 

- Sirius chuckled in return.

- They changed his nappy and Remus helped Sirius to put Teddy into a new onesie, they fed him a little more and burped him.

- But he still wasn’t happy.

- “Maybe he’s just tired?” Remus suggested.

- “Oh, I didn’t think of that!” Sirius praised. “Shit, we don’t have a cot. I completely forgot to pick one up from Pomfrey!”

- “Oh, right.” Remus furrowed and turned to look around the room. “I can go and pick one up, but she might not be happy since it’s after hours …”

- “I guess he’ll have to share one of our beds for now? Just put like a pillow fort around him so he doesn’t fall out?” Sirius pondered allowed.

- “We’d have to share a bed then, Pads, so he’s safely in the middle, otherwise he could roll out in the night.” 

- Remus scrunched up his nose staring at the doll. 

- “Do you think it could roll? Like, how much animation has it got?” He queried.

- “Well, she did say it’s like a real baby so … I’m assuming it could?” Sirius yawned. “I think sharing a bed would be wise.” 

- His cheeks burnt a little bit like they always do whenever he and Remus share a bed, which seemed to be a lot more of late.

- “Sure, I’ll enlarge the bed and sort out the pillows whilst you go get ready, okay?” Remus threw him a lopsided smile and pulled out his wand.

- “Sounds good, hold Teddy for me whilst I go the bathroom, would you?”

- “Wha-”, but Sirius had already rearranged Remus’ arms and plopped Teddy into them and walked away.

- Remus was stood stiff with his wand in one hand and Teddy resting in his other, still sobbing.

- He threw his wand down onto the bed and held Teddy with both arms.

- “Erm … so …” Remus cringed, “bad weather we’re having lately, right?” 

- Teddy’s cries seemed to have gotten louder.

- “Merlin, Remus, you’re so pathetic.” He insulted himself and readjusted Teddy in his arms.  

- “Okay, okay okay.” He breathed deeply.

- “Hi, Teddy,” he whispered quietly so Sirius didn’t hear him.

- Teddy just stared at him with tears still rolling down his face but had quietened down all the same.

- “Oh, you’re not crying as much now, thats good! Good Teddy.” He beamed to the doll.

- “Erm … do you want a lullaby? Or a bedtime story? I’m not a great singer or story teller, but I’m sure I can think of something to make you sleepy.” He babbled. 

- He took a deep breath and started to sing quietly, rocking Teddy back and forth.

- “Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, theres a land that I’ve heard of, once in a lullaby …”

- Sirius had walked back into the room to see Remus singing and rocking Teddy, who was yawning sweetly and had stopped crying. 

- “Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, that’s where dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true …”

- Sirius felt his knees buckle beneath him watching how beautiful Remus sang to their child.

- Their child, he thought over and over again. 

- This would definitely be something that he could see in his future. 

- Remus and him living in a cottage in a woodland area near a lake, raising two or three kids, with James and Peter in cottages near by.

- All of their kids playing and growing up together happily, like a real family.

- He felt a tear rolling down his cheek that he quickly wiped away.

- He walked over to Remus and the now sleeping Teddy in his arm’s and quickly placed a kiss to Teddy’s forehead.

- “How much did you hear?” Remus asked, embarrassed.

- “Just enough.” Sirius bit his lip.

- “I’ll sort the bed, Daddy,” he whispered into Remus’ ear almost seductively, sending a shiver down Remus’ body.

- Once Remus had gotten ready for bed, they both climbed under the covers and placed Teddy into the pillow fort on top of the covers between them with his own little blanket. 

- He was peacefully sleeping.

- “Hey, Moons?” Sirius breathed.

- “Yeah Pads?” He replied over sleeping Teddy.

- “I’m glad we’re partners.” He sleepily smiled.

- “Me too.” Remus grinned, grabbing ahold of Sirius’ hand under the covers and squeezing it gently.

- They both started to drift off, still holding hands beneath a sleeping Teddy.

- Until James came into the dorm and accidentally banged the door against the wall.

- Teddy woke with a start and screamed the dorm down.

- “Oops.”

- “Prongs!” Sirius and Remus groaned in unison.

- This was going to be a long night.

I’ll write part three soon! Sorry it took so long to write this part, this have been super hectic lately, but I promise I’ll write more as soon as I can! I hope you like it!

Jews Being Allowed To Love Jews - by Natalie

So, I wanted to write a piece about a trope about Jewish characters I’ve seen a lot in the media (and specifically, in original fiction and fanfiction, as well from many asks on here.) that has been leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. The trope in question is: Jews marrying out. The thing is, that I need to put a pretty big disclaimer first.

1. I am an ashki Orthodox Jew-ess. White passing, from London. (My matrilineal side is displaced Lebanese, but being Orthodox, I believe I get my tribe from my patrilineal side, which makes me ashkenazi. I’m happy to talk to people about having displaced mena/Lebanese culture though. Just know that it’s part of my history, but not part of my identity). 

2. Interfaith marriages are totally legit, not at all something that should be looked down on, and in fact need representation! Like, interfaith families are super important. So many Jews - even Orthodox ones - I know are from interfaith backgrounds, and they need representation and need to be made to feel as if they are loved. Nothing here should be taken as an attack on actual interfaith marriages and couples.

-So, you might be asking, what’s the problem?

The problem is that any old representation is not always good representation. There are a number of problems with this trope, but the first & more glaringly obvious one being: it’s super common for gentiles to write about Jews marrying out.

(This may be applicable for other minorities too btw, but I see it for Jews all the time.)

You’ve all seen it. The two star crossed lovers: Julia McEnglish & Aaron Jewson. Aaron’s Jewish parents don’t like that he’s dating a goy, Julia can’t imagine giving up Christmas, but they just love each other anyway. Nearly always the minority character’s (although, sometimes it’s both characters as minorities) entire culture is eroticised and Orientalised. It’s their culture that throws up boundaries and difficulties to the relationship. And the tensions and upheaval of the stories are all found in the Jew’s culture being in the way. 

Now, does Judaism get in the way of interfaith marriages? Well, yes. Sometimes. Definitely in the Orthodox community. Do I think that this needs to be written about ad nausea? No, and definitely not by non-Jews. 

Other reasons why this trope should be put to rest is that it lies close to two other tropes: (1) the Jew marrying their oppressor & (2) Jewish men being repulsed by Jewish women trope.

(1) That first trope is a sliding scale, I’m sure many of these stories aren’t actually about Jews marrying their oppressor. Not every British person represents the dominant Christian society that oppressed Jews, denied them the ability to work, or obtain justice & periodically expelled them. The point is, that when you start putting your stories in vague sort-of history settings (fantasy or not) Jews reading it start feeling a bit uncomfortable. 

“Like sure… that Ottoman-esque empire definitely would be best friends with our Jewish coded minority character, everything looks totally legit here.”

“Hah - like, it’s 15th Century venice, but not. Super romantic, artistic, and beautiful. And the Jews are definitely not living in a ghetto.“ 

Jew’s have a long memory of their relationship with non-Jew’s throughout history, it is very easy to fall into this trope. (If I need to explain to you why this trope is bad, something has gone seriously wrong. Just don’t do it. It’s not even a new idea, it’s been done many times before.)

(2) This is an intra-Jewish issue, and something many Jewish women are speaking about in their own communities, but Jewish misogyny often manifests itself in Jewish men artists (writers, actors, producers, you name it) portraying Jewish women as the negative stereotypes hurled at us by antisemites. There’s a long narrative on this, one that I don’t think is appropriate for this audience. But the point is, even if you’re using what you think are Jewish sources to justify your men-marrying-the-pretty-non-jew story, it probably reeks of sexist antisemitism. 

So what should you be writing?

Well, the first thing is: let Jews fall in love with other Jews! What’s wrong with that? We’re great, we’re multifaceted, we deserve to get happy endings. Romance stories are wonderful, and although there definitely need to be more stories with female leads that don’t involve a romance plot (or even subplot) writing romance can be incredibly fulfilling to read. It’d be super awesome therefore  if you let us Jews actually feel valued and represented in it, and not make us feel like our culture is something to be fetishised for non-Jews. Or worse, that if you’re a Jew that is interesting/pretty/charismatic/worthy of someone falling in love with: then you’re not going to some lowly Jew to marry. “No-no, you’ve been elevated to non-Jew worthy!” (You get the idea?)

You can even have some exciting Jewish based tension: ashkenazi verses sefardi practices over pesach: “You made RICE for my OMA!?” “What? I checked every grain!” Or, “In my family we daven Nusach Ari.” “I didn’t know you were chabadniks, we use the artscroll siddur in shul, but we have koren at home.” “Oh phew, I worried you were going to say you read from the Birnbaum.” “Hey! We may be Baal Teshuvas, but we’re not stupid!”  See, the drama is endless. Jews literally love to crack open their practices and find out how what they do is significantly different. 

But what if you really want some interfaith representation?

Now, maybe you’re Jewish and from an interfaith background. Maybe you’re just itching to use some fun creative interfaith holidays for two communities to celebrate. Well, sure, I’m not banning you from writing it. (Although really, you should check yourself a little bit if you’re a non-Jew. Just why is this so important to you?) There are some one ways you can do it:

Make the interfaith relationship already established, this will work best if it’s instead the parents of the main character, but it can work either way. (Extra kudos is said child of interfaith couple gets to marry a Jew.)

Slice off all that creepy fetishisation, and show a loving & already thriving interfaith relationship, over coming hurdles and hardships from the outside world, succeeding because of the strength of their interfaith relationship.

Try to keep in-law drama to a minimum (especially if it’s only the Jew mother in law who is the problem. Don’t do that, it’s awful) and instead show that Judaism in a beautiful and intricate ethno-religious identity, that can survive and exist in an interfaith relationship.

Maybe write a story where there are other Jews also having adventures, and falling in love, but this time with another Jew! So the interfaith relationship doesn’t dominate the story, or make it seem like this is the only way Jews get to be romantic, or happy, in fiction.

One last thing: people, please write more Orthodox Jews. We love adventures too, and there’s so little Orthodox representation in media, that people don’t even know the difference between Orthodox, Haredi & Hassidic. All Jews are great though, y'all the best. 


Shira’s note:

It’s not just our women who are supposed to be undesirable, it’s also our men. There are more books out there than I’d like that pair our women with, and I am regrettably not exaggerating, literal Nazi officers. So obviously: don’t do this, but I think at least part of the reason it happens is that gentiles think our men are all Woody Allen or something. They’re not. As I’m fond of pointing out every time this comes up, slash fanfiction became a mass movement in fandom as a result of two of our men, Shatner and Nimoy, being too conventionally attractive to ignore. Natalie seems to have run into more of the other way around than I have, whereas I’ve see more of Jewish women with gentile men, but either way, the point stands.

Again, none of this is meant to say interfaith relationships shouldn’t be represented–heck, I’m in one since mine never went through with conversion and is a "Jewish-adjacent atheist” now–but when they’re all over the place to the point where we start feeling like gentile authors think all our genders are racing as fast as they can to avoid partnering up with another Jew, something is off kilter.

Remember, there are many scenarios that there is nothing wrong with in a vacuum because they exist IRL but when they’re overrepresented in writing by outsiders, they start to twist.


#thanksbioware for all the krem transphobia comments made by the inquisitor

#thanksbioware for all the ableism directed at anders in DA2

#thanksbioware for the alienages and not letting us improve them

#thanksbioware for making the dalish forget how valuable magic is to them in DAI despite it being valuable to them in DAO because we needed to oppress the mages more

#thanksbioware for not giving Cullen an actual redemption arc in DAI, and instead just glossing over his issues.  AND not giving us the option to call him out on his bull shit in DAI if you WERE going to just leave him as a mage hating asshole on purpose

#thanksbioware for never letting us actually help the mages, and continuing to put the circles back via a poc woman mage in trespasser

#thanksbioware for hawke’s clearly ooc moments concerning merrill, blood mages, and anders in DAI

#thanksbioware for straight and white washed Cassandra Pentaghast

#thanksbioware for GREAT options like putting the mage hating seeker in the seat of divine, or giving Fenris back to Danarius, or killing Anders, sacrificing alienage elves for a blood magic ritual in DAO with Morrigan’s approval, killing the chargers and killing Bull, letting Celene live after what she’s done

#thanksbioware for not including the actual ending in DAI and making it dlc that people had to pay for, AND making it so ps3/360 players couldn’t get it anyway

#thanksbioware for making the rivalry trope in DA2 so prevalent all game, instead of actual good character development

#thanksbioware for not making Jowan recruit able in DAO like he was originally supposed to be

#thanksbioware for not making Nathaniel a companion in DA2 as was originally planned, despite there being a clear set up for him to be a companion in DA2 since Kirkwall doesn’t have a warden base

#thanksbioware for making Solas straight when he was originally supposed to be bi

#thanksbioware for all the wonderful healthy w/w side relationships in DA such as: Leliana x Marjorlaine, Briala x Celene, and Branka x Hespith

#thanksbioware for making it not so apparent that Wade x Herren are official, and having one of your writers tell everyone they were a couple on a website INSTEAD of making it apparent in the game

#thanksbioware for Sebastian Vael’s writing

#thanksbioware for Harvester Orsino

#thanksbioware for Isabela in the comics and drowning slaves

#thanksbioware for a comic named ‘mage killer’

#thanksbioware for white washing Zevran in DA2

#thanksbioware for making Loghain who was previously a hero, into a fucking SLAVER in DA:O

#thanksbioware for rivalmances

#thanksbioware for forgetting an entire fucking moon in DAI (there’s fan theories on why it’s not there but I’m still saying they forgot it)

#thanksbioware for lack of actual character development everywhere concerning companions in DAI

#thanksbioware for the fade mission in DAI, and emotional blackmail against Alistair fans and making them change their canon

I’m sure there are more, but I hope I covered this.

I think that possibly maybe I’m falling for you

 (inspired by acejohnmurphy and her idea of the Drarry coffee shop AU in which they are stupid competitive boys in love)

Today Harry is Roonil Wazlib and it is a grande non-fat mochachino with soy milk and a dash of caramel, smelling heavenly and Malfoy is smirking at him across the counter. It’s raining cats and dogs outside and Harry’s still wet hair is partly plastered to his skull, some strands already beginning to stick up in odd angles and curling at the edges. He sighs and swipes an especially bothering strand from his face, sipping at the cup. 

He listens to the music from the loudspeakers and is kind of glad that his friends aren’t here because they would tear Malfoy apart and make fun of him and that is Harry’s job, really. And as he leaves he places a ridiculously high tip without thinking of it. Malfoy doesn’t really need the high tip since his family is loaded but it surely can’t hurt, can it?

The next time he is Happy Potato and a Venti java chip chocolate cream with soy milk (he doesn’t drink normal milk as he is lactose-intolerant) and an extra dash of chocolate and kind of amused because of the name and Seamus and Dean are here too and their names are right and it makes Harry oddly proud that he is the only one Malfoy deliberately names wrong on the cups.

Then there is a match and they are both on fire that day and of course Harry’s team, the Lions, win by a high margin and of course Harry celebrates his win with a tall caramel frappé with cream and chocolate shavings and Malfoy is scowling at him and he is ‘The boy who lived to endlessly annoy me, really, Potter?’ and Harry snorts into his coffee and leaves another high tip because Malfoy’s eyes remind him of a storm cloud and doesn’t care about the stares of his teammates.

He meets Malfoy a week after that, again in the pouring rain and they get into a huge spat, sneering and scowling at each other and calling each other names, but suddenly Malfoy yells that Harry should just shut up and Harry dares him to try and make him shut up and then Malfoy presses him against a wall and teeth clash and warm bodies touch and hands tangle into hair and they are kissing as if they are about to drown, animalistic and wild, soaked with rain, their shirts translucent and quickly gotten rid off and they fall deeper, deeper, deeper.

When they surface, faces flushed and clothes sticky with rain and breathing hard, Malfoy just quirks an eyebrow at him and smirks that goddamn infuriating smirk of his before he pushes away and jogs off, leaving Harry standing there with a hammering heart and a quite scaring but kind of obvious relevation. 

So he goes back to the coffeeshop and orders a regular black coffee without any specials and the barista is someone different this time and Harry can’t ignore the pang in his heart as he makes his way to his usual booth. But then he sees the small sticky note attached to the cup and begins to smile so widely that he fears his face will break.

‘Potter, this is Pansy. Draco’s best friend. He asked me to give you his number so here you go. And I am not a ruddy owl. Treat him well or I will gut you. Pansy xx’

He saves the number attached into his contacts and leaves, tipping her and leaves the shop.

‘Hi Draco, this is Harry.’ he types, painstakingly mulling over every word. You wanted my number, so here it is. How about a date next week? - Harry’ he ends and sends, waiting with baited breath.

‘Hello Potter. You seem a bit nervous about meeting up. Scared? - Draco’ is the answer after a few seconds.

Harry laughs and takes a sip of his coffee, watching Pansy scowling at him and types back two words while he gazes to the horizon and thinks of eyes like the storm and nimble movements and hot kisses and maybe also the start of a crush developing.

‘You wish.’

A Pacifica compilation based on some of her character TV Tropes from her page here.

| Dipper’s | Stan’s | Mabel’s | Ford’s | Bill’s |

| Stan and Dipper Comparison |

| Weirdmageddon Part 2 |

I’m so hungry

do I have any followers that would be willing to get a pizza for me and my roommates tonight? we’ve been pretty sparse on groceries and all just paid rent so none of us have money until friday (I literally have $10 to my name until I get paid and that needs to get me gas to work for the week).

so yeah if someone could help feed us that would be A++

(also this is something I could pay you back for, it would just have to be after friday)

anonymous asked:

But if the Hellhound exist doesn't that mean that Hell exists in TW? I mean it does in Supernatural..

Well we’ve had some references to Hell in this show and by that I mean as more than just a swearword, and I think most of them, perhaps even all are tied to Stiles… 

Sheriff: Oh, my God, I’m gonna have such a hangover. 
Stiles: You mean you’re gonna have such a good night’s sleep. I’m gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell.


Stiles: More time to be in agonizing pain. I mean, did you forget about the part where you feel like your head’s exploding? 
Ms. Morrell: If it’s about survival, isn’t a little agony worth it? 
Stiles: But what if it just gets worse? What if it’s agony now and then - and it’s just hell later on? 
Ms. Morrell: Then think about something Winston Churchill once said - “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”

athenadark has suggested that Beacon Hills is a sort of purgatory, so maybe not such a far-fetched idea. Perhaps the nemeton is one of the gates to hell? And is hell in this show really the same as we normally associate with it? Or is “hell” just another way of saying the supernatural, and that “heaven” is the human side. or perhaps fittingly even the reverse? Jeff loves to flip tropes on their heads. So far we’ve seen that humans are in most cases the worst monsters….  An beacon hills is just smack in the middle, neither here nor there? 

(and if hell is the human side, then is perhaps Morrell in her own cryptic way encouraging Stiles to keep going towards the supernatural?)

anonymous asked:

TW transphobia, slurs- Um im sorry if this is the wrong person to ask but is can you still be transphobic for liking futanari as a trans person? I recently ran across across a blog like that, which used 'c*ntboy', 'shemale' and slurs like that and it made me really uncomfortable... or should I not judge bc I identify as nonbinary? You dont have to answer if its too uncomfortable, but thanks

Yep! You can totally reproduce transphobia, transmisogyny, cissexism, intersexism, trans fetishization, intersex fetishization, etc. if you’re trans (especially if you’re not a trans woman). Especially reproducing slurs and all (which f*ta is). 

Now, if it’s a trans sex worker using the c or s slurs (or whatnot), cut some slack, since they might need to use those words and whatnot for financial survival, but otherwise, it’s not real appropriate. We can refer to ourselves with slurs, but nothing else, not other people, not art, etc.

Like, some people like f*ta, or even feel empowered by it, but it doesn’t change that it’s harmful (intersexist slur for one, and linked to fetishization of intersex and trans bodies).