you knew i have ancestor feelings

Halloween Starters!


“How did the world end up like this?”
“I was bitten…”
“You were bitten, weren’t you?”
“Show me!”
“You’d be glad to see me gone, wouldn’t you?”
“I will not turn into one of those things!”
“There must be some kind of cure!”
“You can’t just give up!”
“You aren’t acting like yourself today…”
“Shoot me, please!”
“We’re all infected?!”
“Those assholes stole our supplies!”
“Let’s just wait it out and looe our minds together.”
“______, your arm…”
“Is anyone else alive?”
“Do you thin there is still a person in there?”


“Just a single silver bullet, and you’re dead.”
“You’ve been acting really… agressive, lately.”
“You’re gotten… hairy.”
“You’re acting like an animal!”
“Look, it’s a full moon.
*transforms into a werewolf before you. It is clearly painful.*
"Woah… you’re eyes…”
“I know you’re here! I can smell it!”
“Your hair grew back!”
“Be rational, sure…I’m a fucking werewolf for Christs Sake”
“Beware the moon.”
“Whoever is bitten by a werewolf, and lives, becomes a werewolf himself.”
“A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife… or a stick with a silver handle.”
“Jesus, what big teeth you have!”
“I never knew a wolf could cry.”


“I’ve been so… thirsty…”
“You’re teeth… they’re so sharp.”
“Jesus, you’re so pale.”
“I’ve lived since before your ancestors were born.”
“They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautifu, and without regret.”
“Where is your reflection?”
“What happened to my reflection?”
“I-I can’t come in unless you invite me.”
“Ugh, I hate garlic.”
“What happened? You used to love garlic!”
“I love the night. It’s the only time I feel really alive.”
“Bring a vampire around, people start discovering religion.”
“The reason people use a crucifix against vampires is because vampires are allergic to bullshit.”
“I’m going out to get a bite to drink.”


“But… but I died.”
“What am I still doing here?”
“I’m so cold.”
“Just let me pass on!”
“I missed you so much.”
“No, you relax, you’re the dead guy!
"Why don’t you go haunt a house? Rattle some chains or something.”
“Now are you going to go away, ___?‘Cause you know what, I got work to do.”
“You can call them ghosts, if you’d like, or as I like to call them, 'the living-impaired.’”
“No such thing as ghosts?”
“I can’t even eat anything now!”
“Can’t anyone see me?”
“You can see me?”
“You can’t hear me?”
“Thought I was gone, didn’t you?”

Non-Assosiated Ones

“What is that!”
“I-I’m a monster…”
“Are you sick or something?”
“Is anyone safe?”
“I thought you were dead!”
“Are you alright after that person bit you last night?”
“You’ve been acting strange ever since that kid bit you yesterday.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I thought they only existed in stories!”
“I thought I killed you already!”
“Why won’t you just die!”
“I thought they only did that in movies?!”
“No! I can’t shot you! I won’t!”
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“You’re in danger”

anonymous asked:

Sorry if you've already answered this but after the reveal I started rereading and in Undertaker has a line where he mentions (our) Ciel is "different from his ancestors". Do you think that's a hint or will have significance later or am I reading too much into everything now?

I’d agree with you, it must have some significance! A line like that amidst a battle sequence is far too peculiar to not have a deeper meaning. 

This is just a guess, but perhaps OC is different from his ancestors because wasn’t the heir? All of the other watchdogs (presumably) knew that they would inherit the title from birth, but OC’s upbringing was the complete opposite: he was raised to believe he’d never be given anything.

As such, OC knows what it feels like to be left out and often pities people who are in comparable circumstances to his past. I’m trying to think of times when OC has demonstrated a favouring towards the less fortunate, and I suppose his household is completely indicative of that.

There’s also his treatment towards Arthur (the whole scene is relevant but it’s too long to paste it).

And his obvious sympathy towards the Circus Trope, despite what he did to them.

He is apparently quite a helpful figure in the community too.

This isn’t to say Vincent never did these things and that OC never acts selfishly (he’s hardly an altruist) but since UT made a comment like that you get the impression it’s more uncommon. Not to mention how Vincent disregarded Baron Kelvin a little bit, this being before he was a complete monster:

So maybe it was a hint towards the 2CT in that sense, but it’ll probably have further consequences too! :)

Prompt: Older!Sirius x Reader *REQUESTED*

This was a bit confusing at first so I’m sorry if the line up is wrong. Also, I combined this with a request I received from @mega-mess . Hope y'all like it!


After (Y/n) was brought back to Grimmauld Place that night, Sirius never left her bedside. She had sustained terrible injuries after falling off of her broom on her way to London, no doubt an attack from a Death Eater. Fortunately, the height did not kill her but it was enough to give her a lot of bruises and a few broken bones including her legs. She was already unconscious when Kingsley found her, immediately sending a message to Alastor Moody.

(Y/n) groaned as she tried to move her body, her eyes blinking open at the sight of Sirius resting with his head down. She moved her fingers to touch his long hair, combing it gently when he woke up.

“(Y/n)! You’re awake!” He smiled in relief, sitting up quick and holding her hand. “D-Do you need anything? How are you feeling?”

“I can’t really move much and everything’s painful,” she said, “But I’ll be fine. Did Moody find who attacked me?”

“Not yet,” Sirius sighed, “But whoever it was, he’s done an awful job in killing you so You-Know-Who probably had gotten rid of him.”

“I hope so. I guess I’m one tough witch, huh?”

Sirius chuckled at her confidence, drawing circles on her hand with his thumb. He did not want it to be like this. He did not want to stay up late by her bedside because she was injured and he was worried. He did not want her life to be in danger. She was still so young and he felt angry at Moody for allowing her to be an Auror, playing soldiers in a war she was too young to fight in. Nonetheless, he was glad she got back alive. He could not imagine living the rest of his life without his beloved (Y/n) who took care of him, fed him and kept him entertained in this godforsaken house of his ancestor. He wanted to have a future with her.

“Sirius?” (Y/n) asked, snatching him away from his thoughts with a gentle voice.

“Are you alright?”

The man hesitated but he knew she had to know about this.

“(Y/n), there’s something I want you to know. About…” he swallowed, “About my feelings for you. For the past two years you’ve been living here, I’ve grown quite attached to you. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to tell you that I…”

He sighed, “That I…I love you, (Y/n). Very, very much. And I need you here,” he placed her hand on his chest where his heart rested.


“Will you be with me for the rest of my life?”

(Y/n) felt her tears streaming down her face as she smiled, “Yes, Sirius. A million times, yes!”

She pulled him into an embrace with the little strength she had, laughing joyously. Sirius kept his hand on her waist before they finally pulled apart.

“But how are we going to tell Harry?”

“On Christmas. He’ll be home with us. With you and me and the Weasleys and Remus and Tonks…Everyone will be there.”

“What if he doesn’t agree?”

“Harry’s a good kid. He will agree.”

“Oh, love…” (Y/n) sighed happily, “You’ve planned this already, haven’t you?

"Well, I did but I wasn’t expecting you to fall from the sky like a star. I wanted to bring you flowers and maybe take you out to a nice dinner but that Death Eater had to ruin my plans.”

“So what are you going to do now?” (Y/n) asked.

“Will a kiss do?” Sirius smirked, leaning in.

“You don’t even need to ask,” (Y/n) captured his lips, kissing him gently. It was soft and sweet like a young lovers’ kiss after a first date. If things had went well, it would’ve been like that but the two did not mind at all. They were hopelessly in love and finally together.

Sirius tried to deepen the kiss to which she responded by grabbing his cheeks and giving his tongue entrance. He tasted a lot like wine as though he had been drinking before she woke up. As the two continued to make out on the bed, the door suddenly sprang open, followed by two gingers who fell down on the floor with a pair of ears.

Fred chuckled nervously while George gulped, his forehead sweating.

“So sorry to bother—”

“Truly an accident—”

“Wasn’t our plan—”

“Never gonna happen again, we swear—”

“Solemnly swear!”

“FRED! GEORGE!” Molly exclaimed, standing in the doorway to which Sirius groaned. “You two shouldn’t be interrupting them! Go help your sister in the kitchen! I am so sorry, (Y/n). But I’m glad you’re alright. Everyone’s been worried about you. Anyway, I have to go now. I still need to cook. Rest well!”

Without another second, the woman left with her twins whom she scolded as they descended from the stairs.

“Well, that was awkward,” (Y/n) said.

“We really ought to lock that damn door. We can’t have them ruining the moment again.”

“But if we do have children someday, we’ll have to get used to them.”

“Wait, hold on,” Sirius said, turning to her. “Children?”

(Y/n) smiled and nodded at the word, “Yeah! Children! I planned too, you know.”

“You mean you’ve thought about this before?”

“Well, yeah…” (Y/n) blushed, fiddling with her shirt, remembering all the fantasies she made in her head about what it would be like to be Sirius’s wife.

“I don’t mind at all, love. You can have as many children as you want as long as we get to be a proper family. We’ll raise them in a world free of war and we’ll be together until my dying breath,” Sirius said, touching her cheek gently and kissing her once more.

“I promise.”

on feeling ‘X enough’

So in this post it was asked if we (or followers) had any articles about not feeling ‘Asian enough’ or ‘specific-group enough’. I don’t have an article in particular in mind, but I thought I’d put in my two cents of personal experience as a US-based transracial adoptee: 

When it comes to the ‘hierarchy’ of being authentic enough, being transracially adopted is just oodles of fun /s. That is to say, it sucks. But not feeling ‘X enough’ is a very relatable feeling for many that I know isn’t adoptee-specific. I’ve looked in envy at a Chinese American friend who is a heritage speaker of the language, while she simultaneously looked enviously to other people she knew in her Chinese American community who were fluent speakers.

Whenever I feel like I am not Asian enough or Chinese enough, etc. I think about the fact that I am both of those things, Chinese enough and Asian enough, but I am those things in a way that is not considered the quintessential or the ideal. I can’t speak any Chinese, I have no connection to Chinese culture, I have no Chinese family members, and no Chinese American family / personal history. I do not have a story of how my family came to America, unless you mean the ancestors of my adoptive parents who were engaged in the act of settler colonialism. Or how my adoptive parents adopted me via a process that is called by some as ‘cultural imperialism’ or just straight up as ‘the continuation of colonialism’. Where I grew up in the USA, if I wanted to see a Chinese person in real life, I had better go look in a mirror.

Sometimes I worry that other Asians or Asian Americans avoid me because I don’t seem Asian / Asian-American. That I didn’t have the same cultural upbringings. I read a study once where listeners were told to guess the race of the American speaking. Listeners accurately guessed the races of many black and Latinx Americans, and also that of some Asian Americans, though they couldn’t guess at the specific kind, and it was specifically east Asians in the study. I bet though that if my voice were in that study, people would guess I was a white person.

But I am Chinese and Asian, whether one likes it or not. There was a Chinese exchange student I was friends with for a while. He would often comment how I ate my food or did other things and how American and not-Chinese it was. It bugged me a lot and made me irritated with him. I am what I am and there was nothing I could do to change it or the circumstances around it if I wanted to.

I say to myself, even if it’s corny, that everybody is unique and therefore no one else can be Chinese or Asian in the exact way that I am, and that by existing, I just expanded the definition and variation of ways it is possible to be Chinese/Asian. Instead of measuring up to an ideal standard of ‘Chineseness’ that, at least I personally know I could never live up to, I just accept that I am an unusual kind of Asian. Sometimes I imagine someone saying to me that I’m not really Chinese. I would say back, “No, I am. I’m just not the kind you were expecting.”

I would rather outright reject the idea of ‘authenticity’ or being Asian enough because I know I’m probably not going to win that one. Is that cheating, or sidestepping the very issue people are bringing up? Maybe. But it’s the only way I’m going to win. Or at least, not “lose”.

None of this means that it doesn’t feel lonely when I see others around me much more connected to the culture of origin, or the Americanized one (which is also legit), or to their family history of diaspora. Being Asian/Chinese in the way that I am means that no matter how much I redefine ‘authenticity’ or being ‘enough’ I’m still probably not going to be bonding with anybody over a mutual Chinese / Chinese-American cultural experience or memory anytime soon. And maybe there won’t be many people who can relate to my specific set of experiences either. Redefining or rejecting authenticity and being ‘Asian / Chinese enough’ isn’t going to make me feel more connected and less lonely, and it’s probably not going to make the sting of being judged as ‘not enough’ by others go away. But at least this way I will know the issue isn’t with who I am.

This may not be the most comforting thing for people reading this who also don’t feel ‘Asian enough’ or ‘specific-subgroup of Asian enough’. But know that you are uniquely Asian. Everything you do is a kind of Asian because you are Asian. It just may not help you with making connections with those around you who are a different kind of Asian. But maybe knowing you’re ‘X enough’ will at least make you feel less inadequately Asian, even if it doesn’t solve everything else or change the attitudes of those around you.

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anonymous asked:

No. 190, Prince Liam x MC/Eleanor. Your writing is so good!

Thank you so much! Here you go, this isn’t actually NSFW (sorry) because my mind went a different direction with the prompt.

History Lesson
By Misha

Disclaimer- I don’t own anything nor am I making any money off this, so please don’t sue me.

Author’s Notes- The idea for this was based on the idea of Liam being a descendant of Kenna’s and the events of The Crown and the Flame being a TV series very loosely based on a real historical figure. I also wanted the chance to tie two of my favorite Choices couples together and am dedicating this to @rantingchoices and @hollyashton , who both love Liam and Diavolos as much as I do. This was also partially inspired by the prompt, “We can’t do that here”.

Pairing- Liam/MC, minor Kenna/Diavolos

Summary- While visiting the Royal Portrait Gallery, Liam tells Eleanor about an interesting legend attached to his most famous ancestor.

Rating- PG

Words- 1571

I had a rare day without any scheduled events and after checking with Maxwell, I decided to explore the castle a bit and ended up in the royal portrait gallery.

I wandered through the hallways looking at the face of past kings and queens of Cordonia and asked myself if I could really see my portrait hanging there someday. I wanted to think so, wanted to believe that I had what it took to be queen and that I was the right choice for Cordonia, but really I wasn’t sure. I loved Liam, that much I was sure of. I also believed that I was the right choice for him personally, but it wasn’t that simple. He wasn’t just a man, he was a prince and soon he’d be a king.

I shook my head, I was getting ahead of myself. There was no guarantee that he would even choose me.

I moved down the hall, taking in the paintings and trying to remain a detached observer. I’m just a tourist visiting Cordonia, I told myself, a part of me wishing it was the truth.

Ugh, there I went again. No thoughts like that. Just concentrate on the paintings of old, dead people. I was still having mental arguments when I paused in front of a particular painting, the name on the plate underneath having caught my eye.

“Everyone stares at that one.”

I turned to see Liam standing behind me with a smile on his face. “What are you doing here,” I asked, “don’t you have official duties you should be attending to?”

“I found myself with a free hour and Maxwell was kind of enough to suggest that I check out the portrait gallery,” he explained, moving closer to me.

“Is that really Kenna Rys?” I asked, motioning to the portrait. “Like from The Crown and the Flame?

“Well, not exactly like that,” Liam said dryly, “The TV series is based on a series of fictional books that were very loosely based on a historical figure, but yes that is the same Kenna Rys.”

“So Cordonia is Stormholt?” I asked curiously. I watched the TV show, or at least I had when I’d been back in the US, I hadn’t actually watched TV since coming to Cordonia, but I hadn’t bothered researching the history behind it. History had never been my favorite subject, especially the history of some country I had never heard of. Or at least until I decided to try and become its queen.

“No, though this was once known as Stormholt castle,” he answered, “Cordonia is made of the entirety of the Five Kingdoms, though that was a title made up for the novels, and many of the current duchies of Cordonia are represented.”

I thought about my knowledge of the show. “Lykos… Lythikos,” I said slowly and then realized that Olivia had the same last name as the villains in the show. Well, that was fitting.

“Exactly,” Liam said with a smile.

“Are you a descendant of Queen Kenna then?” I asked him, looking at the portrait again. Kenna Rys was one of the coolest, most kickass characters on TV and a bit of a personal hero of mine and the idea that I might marry the descendant of the real Kenna was… A little awe-inspiring, actually.

“Yes, though many, many generations removed.” There was an odd look on his face as he looked at the portrait. “There is actually an interesting family legend about Kenna, one I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.”

“Oh, what’s that?” I asked curiously.

“While the story you know is very fictionalized, it is true that Kenna was a brave warrior who united several small kingdoms in peace,” Liam said quietly, “and the legend says that as a reward for her bravery that Kenna was granted the gift of true love and everlasting happiness.”

“That’s a pretty good reward,” I commented, my eyes turning to the portrait hanging next to Kenna’s. I studied the handsome man with strong features and a stoic expression. “I think you’re about to spoil the latest season for me though, because that’s not Dom or Raydan,” I joked, referring to the two main male love interests in the show, “unless the show got their casting way off.”

“No, Kenna’s husband was Diavolos Nevrakis, the son of her sworn enemy,” Liam said, still looking at the portraits, “according to legend, they both fell in love the moment their eyes met. It didn’t matter that their families hated each other, that they were trying to negotiate a very tenuous peace and that neither side approved of the match. They were apparently determined to be together and they somehow found a way and, according to the history books, they had a long, happy marriage.”

Liam suddenly took my hand and then turned to me, looking deep into my eyes. “And family legend says, that not only was granted a happy ending but that all of her descendants would follow in her footsteps and experience love at first sight.”

Oh. We were heading to dangerous territory here, things that probably shouldn’t be said yet, if ever, but… “Do you believe that?”

“I never used to,” he admitted, “I thought it was just a story, after all, I was raised to believe that as a royal I had no right to expect true love. Then Leo met Maya.”

“And it was love at first sight,” I finished, remembering the bits and pieces of the story that he’d told me. How Leo had randomly met his wife in Greece and within a few weeks had abdicated the throne and by the end of the summer, they had been married.

“Yes,” Liam confirmed, “he told me that that the moment she fell into his arm, he knew she was the one. My father recently told me that he also experience that type of love, once.”

I briefly wondered which of the King’s three wives that had been, but I knew it was none of my business. For his sake, though, I hoped it wasn’t the one that had left.

“Even after Leo’s experience, I still didn’t think it would happen to me,” Liam continued, “besides I knew that even if it did, my duty to Cordonia came first. Then I walked into a New York bar and set eyes on a feisty waitress and I knew the legend was true.” Oh wow. “But I still knew my duty, so I walked away and returned him to Cordonia to pick my bride like a dutiful Crown Prince should and then you showed up at the masquerade and I began to hope.”

“Liam…” I said softly, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“It’s ok,” he said softly, squeezing my hand, “I know it’s too early to have this conversation and that I shouldn’t be talking like this, but…” He glanced at the portraits of his ancestors one more time, “I’ve heard that story a million times, but it’s only recently that I really understand what they must have felt and how determined they would have been to overcome the obstacles keeping them apart. Because now I know that when you have a chance for that kind of love, you’ll do anything to keep it.”

I knew that nothing I could say would be appropriate, so instead, I rose on my tiptoes and kissed him deeply. He groaned and kissed me back, his arms reaching around to press my tight against him. After a moment he pulled away, though it obviously took considerable effort.

“As much as I appreciate the thought, we can’t do that here.” He reminded me, stepping back.

Oh, yeah, we were technically in public and if someone saw us, it could cause a scandal. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” he said with a smile, “you make me forget all the rules, Eleanor, and even worse, you make it so that I don’t care.”

I appreciated the sentiment, but we both knew it wasn’t strictly the truth. He did care, he had to care. I might make him forget for a little, but at the end of the day he was still bound by the rules of his country and that meant he wasn’t mine. Not yet, anyway, and maybe never.

But as we stood there, staring at one another underneath the portrait of his most famous ancestor, I couldn’t help but hope. Fate had put Liam in my path for a reason, surely it wasn’t just to torture us with the idea of true love and rip us apart? If our meeting had been destiny, and it certainly felt like it, then I just had to believe that our happy ending was just around the corner.

-          End

First Time Again (2)

I cannot wait to share this epic story I finally figured out where it’s going. Also I will be posting chapter 18 of Shape of You tomorrow!


Chapter Two

When I came back to my head was in Cassian’s lap, but there were a few pair of eyes staring down at me. Tomas was one of them. I let out a slow breath, my head was pounding, but I felt a sense of reassurance as I laid there. My cheeks burned from blushing so hard. Cassian helped me sit up and then pushed my hair out of my face. His eyes searched me for injuries.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. His hands were still framing my face. I leaned into him without thinking.

“Yeah I just,” my heart skipped a beat and Cassian smiled, “I had this crazy dream. That you and I —.” he was shaking his head, “what that actually happened?”

“Can I please take you to my uncle now? I need him to explain everything to both of us.”

Tomas was glaring at us as Cassian helped me stand up. I leaned into him more because of the fact that my body wanted me to than because I actually wanted to. At least that’s what I told myself, because my head was spinning. Between seeing my best friend again and whatever this imprint was, I felt like I was crazy.

And then there was Tomas, “I can’t believe you touched her before I did, man. I was supposed to imprint first. I’m older than you.”

Cassian glared at his cousin, “according to your father that’s not how it works. And you’re the one who grew up already knowing the facts.”

Tomas rolled his eyes, “I’ve had my eyes on her for the last three years man. Then you just show up, with your muscles and long hair and she bats her eyelashes and you’re both gone. That’s not fair! She always turns me down. She turned everyone down. What makes you so special?”

Cassian flashed him a cocky grin, “I guess I’m just special man.”

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When Characters Question The Narrative

Something that is often criticized in this fandom is reading deeper into the story than some fans believe necessary. While this is a little hypocritical - no one ever seems to mind fans reading deeper when it’s in favor of their own opinions or headcanons  - Vampire Knight is actually a series that encourages questioning the narrative at specific points, and in fact utilizes characters as a plot device in order to do so. I thought I would write up a quick post detailing the times this has happened to kind of help illustrate why it’s not that farfetched to believe Ai is currently being utilized in the same way.

Examples of characters questioning the narrative that this post will explore:

→ Yuuki’s Mysterious Past
→ Kaname’s Mysterious Past
→ What Zero Meant To Yuuki
→ Yuuki’s Feelings for Kaname
→ Kaname’s Secrets
→ Zero’s Journey To Find Out If Their Feelings Were Manipulated
→ Yuuki & Blood Satisfaction
→ Ai’s Journey & The Box

This post will explore what we thought we knew based off what we were told, what character questioned the narrative and their reasoning, and finally what answer they came to in the end (if any). 

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dragonbonez  asked:

You're doing ancestor night, yay! :D Can I request a pale GHBSuff drable please? :)

He’s big. You knew this already, but he’s so big. It never really struck you how big he is. He’s big enough to move mountains. He may not be the Empress, but you know he could move planets with barely a word. You may not have been alive to watch him crush the movement that believed you to be a god, but it’s for the simple fact that he’s big enough that trolls stare at him in absolute awe that you feel so powerful and so humble when he tilts his horns down to you. He purrs quietly as you gently rub your hands into his hornbeds. You have to stand to your full height to knock you horns against his as he sits. His hands come up to yours and you feel yourself melt as he rubs the tips with hands that could crush you.

You’re so small compared to him and it sends an amazing feeling through your body as you pap his cheek. His purr stutters and you laugh and you think on how your life span was so short and quick; it could have been as if you were never even there if you had not been put on trial. His life continues on and it does hurt that you can only meet here when the dreambubble merges with his ship. Some days you wonder if your mutation would have let you live as long, if not longer, than the Empress. You wonder that until his face lifts up and comes down between your horns. He presses gentle, pale kisses to them and you have to lean into him for fear of your knees buckling beneath you.

“I must go, palest brother. This place you reside in is taking you from me, little one.” His old voice croons at you, but you hold him tightly. You don’t want him to go. You don’t know when you’ll see him again and when he pulls you from his, you can feel the tears trickling down your cheek. He nods knowingly and pulls away to tear off a strip of cloth from his armor. He wraps the purple cloth around your left horn, tying it tight enough that it won’t fall off. Before he moves away completely, you do the same. You tear off a piece of mutation red and tie it tight around his left horn. As the bubble pulls you two apart, the cloth waves bright like a burning star against the darkness of his skin.


(A/N: A little Dramione oneshot because I’m dying from lack of writing and I’ve been thinking about it all day)

Hermione shouldered through the crowded train station, grimacing a bit as she was forced to press between a heavy-set, sweaty man and a woman holding a toddler with a dripping popsicle. 

She managed to get through without anything moist or sticky getting on her, and heaved a sigh of relief as she toed the yellow caution strip. She didn’t normally like standing this close to the edge – something about it made her nervous, despite logically knowing that nothing was likely to happen – but it was worth it to be able to breathe what felt like moderately cleaner air.

A chime sounded, warning that the train was incoming, and she glanced down the line of waiting passengers.

Blinking in shock, her eyes landed on none other than Draco Malfoy. She was so surprised to see him in Muggle London, that it didn’t even register that he’d been looking at her until he guiltily looked away. He seemed to struggle with himself for a moment before he forced himself to glance at her again, offering her a tight (and slightly sheepish) nod.

Her eyebrows lifting, she returned it hesitantly, a slight frown touching her face. That seemed to be the extent of the interaction, though, because he turned and melted back into the crowd.

Apparently he had no intention on sharing even an entire train with her – even six years later.

Swallowing a soft huff of a laugh, she glanced into her messenger bag and began rooting through it, trying to find the book she’d brought for the ride. It would be a long thirty minutes to her parents’ neighborhood without one.


Jumping about a full meter, she whirled around, blinking at Draco. Stunned speechless, she glanced at where he’d been just a minute ago – he’d moved through this dense crowd awfully fast. “Malfoy,” she returned, too taken aback by his sudden reappearance to summon anything even resembling condescension or hostility.

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diaspora, the dalish, and abelas & solas

So I was discussing the Inquisitor’s encounter with Abelas, specifically Lavellan’s encounter with him and I mentioned that he was insulted by the vallaslin at the temple. The people I was discussing it with said it wasn’t insulting and that the Dalish clans have “reclaimed the vallaslin”—which kinda irked me a little bit. I just wanted to put it in perspective for you so copy+pasta what I said here:

I strongly disagree about it not being insulting, mostly because I can relate irl to Lavellan and I have family who have reacted like Abelas to the things I’ve said and done.

On-topic real life story incoming: I’m Vietnamese but some of my family have lived all around North America (as well as Europe/Australia/etc but idk anything about them) for about ~40 years. We also suffer from diaspora—losing more and more of our own culture as English, American-wear, etc is a necessity to assimilate. But we try to cling onto what we know. When we visit Vietnam and they see us wear our cultural accessories outside of what they’d mean back in America (“this is my culture and I am celebrating it by showing it to you”), my relatives get confused and upset because that’s not what they mean in Vietnam. So I respected them by taking it off. Of course, that put me in a tough position because now I know the true meaning whenever I decide to wear it in the US. I have to think about what it means and why I’d wear it that day so as to not disrespect the original meaning.

So yeah. Again, neither Lavellan or Abelas are wrong for thinking the way they do. The Dalish suffer from diaspora as well, broken language and all. They simply don’t know. Abelas doesn’t understand that because he doesn’t live wherever the Dalish are—he was always in the original homelands and never left. He doesn’t know what diaspora is. Slave markings aren’t the same as accessories because it can be easily taken off, but I hope that puts it into perspective. I’ve been in her position—I don’t want to disrespect my ancestors and my heritage because there’s still living and breathing examples of it. But at the same time, it doesn’t mean the same thing where I am…*sigh* idk. I understand why Abelas [and Solas] + my relatives would distance themselves. You can see why I personally have a tough time with “reclaim the vallaslin” Lavellan.

I just really really hope the Dalish don’t get retconned again because I feel like it’d be so ignorant and ooc if they met older elves who knew more and they responded like, “Yeah, but this is our interpretation now so you can go bye!” Like nobody irl would do that—and if they did, it’d be a very small minority. Most of us would be like, “Oh okay, I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.” I like what they did with Lavellan and how they accept and respect new info, regardless of whether or not they agree with it so that gives me a little bit of hope for the future of Dalish clans.

If Bioware is trying to write diaspora (which I firmly believe they are), they need to take into account real life experiences of groups who live with it if they want the audience to relate. Like if I’m thinking in terms of my experience with diaspora, I’d say most clans would react respectfully. Maybe shocked at first and definitely skeptical like people have said, but pomposity and willful ignorance would be ooc for most and that’s what I’m worried they’ll focus on. Fingers crossed they don’t go in that direction.

I’m just saying but guys. Guys. You do realize that dogs exist because IDK how many years ago, someone saw a wolf, and decided to tame it? They knew it could be dangerous. They didn’t care. The gain far outweighed the risks. A loyal companion that cares nothing for what you look like or what you do, so long as your treat it right. A guardian to defend you when you can’t defend yourself, a shoulder to lean on when you’re feeling down. A friend that will be with you until the day you die, living in the best protection and safety that you can offer.

We wouldn’t have dogs if some ancestor however many years ago looked at a wolf, and thought to themselves, “Yes. Yes, I will train you. I will tame you. I will shelter you from pain and fear. You will be mine. And we will walk the halls of history side by side.”

Parrots, falcons, eagles, finches, sparrows, cats, mice, rats, ferrets, weasels, cornsnakes, boas, dogs, foxes, chinchillas, pigs, sheeps, cows, chickens, guinea pigs, hampsters, donkeys, ducks, geese, horses, buffalo, silkmoths, pigeons, doves, yaks, camels, turkey, goldfish, beta fish, fish, rabbits, canaries, koi, hedehogs, sea monkeys and an uncountable amount of others.

If someone wants to start domesticating monkeys, as long as they’re treating the animal the way it deserves, and making sure that no harm will come to it or its offspring, and ensuring it is getting the proper nutrition, then why the hell not? Someday, our grandchildren’s grandchildren could e walking down the street with monkeys riding on their shoulders, or otters strolling at their side. They could be bringing pet alligators to show-and-tell, or going to the pet store to pick out their new ocelot kitten as a birthday present, or playing in the pool with their capybara.

Symbiotic relationships have to start somewhere. Can you even imagine what the world would be like without pets or livestock?

anonymous asked:

Hey friend, I'm having a bit of a moral crisis. I eat meat because BACON LOL like cmon it's soooo good right? Tasty meat. But I only eat dumb animals, so no dolphins or smart hoomans. But I know that 100% of cannibals say human is the most delicious thing they've eaten! Tasty. And really, a human toddler is dumber than a pig, right? I eat meat because ancestors, so eating babies is okay now too, right? I knew it. Lions 4 lyf.

Of course it’s ok. My friend, these are what as known as choices. When something is a choice, it means you may wish to do the aforementioned choice or you may not wish to do it. Either way, we’re all the same because of these choices that we have in life. It’s what makes this world so great……FREEDOM!!! Say it with me. You know you want to. Say it now! “FREEDOM”. Doesn’t it make you feel great to say it?

So, you have the freedom to do the things that you want, meanwhile others have the FREEDOM to be ok with it. If they are not ok with it, then that means those people hate freedom and choice.

It’s all about respect. So long as you respect other people who may not be interested in choosing to eat babies, then inherently they must show you the proper respect in return for having the opposing choice to eat babies. Its just common sense. Everybody knows this. 

This is what makes for a proper civilization. It’s a society that can respect others choices, even when they don’t necessarily agree with them. Doesn’t that sound like a wonderful, respectful, and a peaceful way to live?

And, anon……a moral crisis? Really? What’s the first and only commandment of Lionism?

1) Would a lion do it?

Well, I think we both know the answer to that one. We covered this in orientation.

Stay lion brothers and sisters. STAY LION!!!!