#blake prattles

[blakeyisbae]

…You know what, Lottie?

I’ll hear you out. @mydarlingdahlia

[blakeyisbae]

LOTTIE GO TO BED YOU’VE BEEN UP FOR TWO DAYS STRAIGHT YOU FUCKING INSOMNIAC 😭

Ovulation week just hit me y’all

Thinking about being bred, and being bred well. Wanna feel him so deep inside the feeling of being pounded resonates in my veins for days. I want to bear his children. Only the most fertile womb for my one and only love. I will proudly bear his children and continue his lineage.

[chocobarsys]

We are soooo exhausted, drained, tired, you name it. Surgery really takes a lot out of you. It’s almost been a week post-op and we’re still so very tired and so hungry. I wish we had more food, but it is what it is.

That being said, we’re recovering fine. It’s just taking a while, which is expected. Just so hungry and tired.

Since this blog is fixed now, feel free to message us to keep us company while we’re healing!

-- Blake ㊙️

[howlingday]

Just woke up in a cold sweat remembering the brawl Eren and Jean have halfway through S3 of AoT and then reimagining it as Nora and Yang.

Cue Nora getting absolutely clocked by Yang for making a horse face joke.

"Look, I'm not saying joining Beacon without aura was a good idea, but I mean, I like to this of it as another learning experience to make me into a better huntsman. After all, if I learned it earlier, I would have just relied on it..."

Nora glared across the table as her leader prattled on. His voice was annoying, but not as annoying as the two sisters sitting on the other side, gossiping and giggling about becoming huntresses. Every word the older sister said made her want to puke.

"See, if you use low-impact rounds to take off and shift to high-impact in mid-air as you land, you can conserve ammo for when the real fight stars!"

"Wow... That's pretty advanced, even for me..." The younger of the two said.

"What can I say, I've got a sixth sense for these kinds of things." She leaned over, putting her attention on Ren as he quietly ate. "Among other things~." She got louder as she boasted even more. "You gotta do the strut to make the cut! Only the best of the best get assigned to Beacon Academy staff!"

"Yeah." Ruby smiled, her cheeks flushing with joy. "Working here, helping the next generation become better huntresses than we are. There's nothing more noble than that." She lifted her mug of milk to her lips.

"Man, shut up, Ruby!" With a heavy hand, Yang slapped her sister's back, making her spill milk onto herself. "We're not at Signal anymore, so you can cut the childish bullshit. Nobody cares about things like nobility and honor around here. You just want to work at Beacon so you can have the easy life, kicking back while you let everyone else do all the heavy lifting~."

"Th-That's not true!" Ruby yelped, milk dripping down her chin. "That's not me at all~!"

"You're both so fucking pathetic." Ruby and Yang turned to Nora. "Heavy lifting? The only heavy lifting you've ever done was pick up a text-book. My heavy lifting was pushing a support beam off of me so I didn't get crushed after the Grimm destroyed my village. And where were your Beacon staff then?"

"Oh, yeah?" Yang sneered as Nora lifted her mug of juice to her lips. "Got somethin' to say, sweetheart? I'm right here."

"Yang Xiao Long, the girl with more boobs than brains... Besides," Nora gave a snarky grin, "I don't think the students would care for that horse-face of yours~."

Students from other tables heard this and snickered. Yang wasn't laugh. "Cute."

"You've got it backwards. You want to get the best grades for killing Grimm so Beacon will hire you to never see one!"

"What, and getting ripped apart on the outside is much better? Thanks, but I'll pass. Better to play the game then get played with by the Grimm."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" If Nora was angry before, she was livid now, standing as she slammed her palms and rose to challenge her opponent. "YOU FUCKING TRAMP?!"

"BRING IT ON, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Yang met the challenge with her own barking, getting in Nora's face.

"N-Nora, calm down!" Jaune weakly called as Nora grabbed Yang's uniform.

"Ladies, please," Ren placed his arms between the two warring women, "this is hardly the time or place." He gingerly took Nora's hand from Yang's lapel, something Yang took notice of. Nora seemed to calm under her partner's gaze.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?!" Yang grabbed hold of Nora's uniform.

"RIP UP MY COAT AND YOU'RE DEAD!" Nora shouted back.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR UNIFORM! YOU PISSED ME OFF!"

"WHAT, ARE YOU ACTUALLY CRAZY?!" Suddenly, Nora noticed the other students staring at her. Cardin, Coco, Blake; they were all sizing her up- No, sizing THEM up, her and Yang. Yang had something to prove to these people, to herself. And if that didn't sound too damn familiar to her. She'd apologize later for this.

Stepping away and lowering her body, Nora grabbed hold of the off-balance Yang, twisting herself before throwing the blonde girl overhead and slamming her into the ground. Blake gave a small gasp as she recognized her move being used by the same person she used it on not long ago.

"Damn..." Yang picked herself up, rubbing her head. "What the hell was that move?!"

"Little something I picked up this afternoon while you were stuffing yourself with your hay and oats." Nora answered, glaring down at the brawler beneath her. "You actually think being on Beacon's staff is your ticket to the good life? You're not huntress. You're not even a horse. YOU'RE A YORSE-FACED PET."

The tension was thick in the air as no one spoke about what just happened. It wasn't broken until the door to the cafeteria opened slightly, a grisly green eye glaring at the girls and boys. Professor Goodwitch's voice cut the air like her crop.

"Would someone care to explain what all the noise I heard just now was?" She asked, her anger smothering any sweet tone she tried to pass off. "I do hope everything is alright."

Yang and Nora quickly returned to their seats, but Goodwitch remained. If the room was quiet before, it was silent as the grave now. Eventually, the professor would enter, demanding the students to answer her, slapping her crop hard enough to break the table, until someone broke and confessed. And the one to do it was Ren.

"Pyrrha shit herself just now, ma'am." Pyrrha gasped in horror.

"I should have know." Pyrrha gasped even more so in horror. "Learn some self-control, for Brother's sakes."

[electronicyarn]

A Different Shade of RWBY: Volume 2 - Chapter 32

RWBY - Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long, Ruby Rose/Weiss Schnee

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Summary:

What if happily ever after was just the start of something greater? What if fate was waiting right around the corner? Nearly a year after circumstances brought Yang, Blake, Weiss, and Ruby together, sinister forces will seek to tear them apart.

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Ruby had only been free for as long as it had taken to drive from Atlas Academy back to Weiss’s penthouse, but now she was trapped all over again. The moment she’d stepped through the penthouse’s front door, Yang had pounced on her and scooped her up into a crushing bear hug. Ruby’s feet were dangling helplessly in the air as Yang swung her back and forth, and her cheek was being squished against Yang’s shoulder.

Yang had been babbling nonsense from the moment she’d picked Ruby up, and she continued to prattle out an endless string of words. “I’m never going to let go of you again! Did you punch him? You should have punched him! I’m going to teach you how to punch! You’d better be okay! Are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

“Yang...” Ruby wheezed. “Please stop….”

Ruby felt Yang’s arms start to loosen a little, but then she heard a new voice exclaim, “Miss Rose?! You’re alright!”

Ruby managed to swivel her head just enough to see that Rosalie was standing in the penthouse’s open front door which Ruby hadn’t had a chance to shut yet. Rosalie was looking relieved and overjoyed. She ran over to Ruby and threw her arms around her as well. Now pressed between two bodies, Ruby gave up any hope of ever escaping her new prison. She craned her neck, trying to find Weiss in the hope that she might be able to rescue her from her sister and Rosalie as readily as she’d rescued her from Jaune. Ruby did spot Weiss, but unfortunately, she was distracted talking to someone on her scroll.

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[kylo-wrecked]

{ cont’d from ~here~ } “Then stop.”

It’s a soft command, a snake rising off its belly. Rodents did what Bellamy did. Squirmed to freezing. They, at the least, had the courtesy to stay silent in their petrification. Agent Blake here was all mouth.

“Should we make it look… different?” He asks in a glass throat. Swallows, tongue flicks. His voice a slow dripping dark molasses. “Will… that… comfort you?”

Kylo is nothing if not willing. There are many ways to look like a person, and all manner of personhood has been ascribed to him. This moon, today, they’re mushroom hunters. Next moon, tomorrow, they may be something else.

The hikers tread their way after all. In the interest of self preservation, the snake feigns death, feigns defeat. Moves his hand down Bellamy’s chest and grips him, thrusts him into bark. Places his mouth on Bellamy’s; their knocking jaws, lips, teeth stunning him where the glove wouldn’t.

Kylo and Bellamy become something else as the hikers near them, engaged in idle prattle about whether this is the right trail, whether there’s a river.

They pause before they trudge back up the gulch—perhaps these people think they’re affording them a delicious privacy. But Kylo’s mouth only presses to keep Agent Blake’s silent.

People don’t think deeply about the things they see in the woods. It is all feeling here. Expansive wonderings. Society stoops at the foot of the trees, in exultation and mourning. Kylo holds Bellamy by the collar, abandons him on a hot breath and the husk of birch, pungent, wood chipped corpse under his boot.

@protectmypeople

[ourpickwickclub]

This pics of GR and gf are so embarrassing 😬 No photographers in Mexico care about them or know who they are, this was so orchestrated. Her all over him while he sits there awkwardly, with her eye looking at the camera while she kisses him on the cheek in one. This and the random deuxmoi blinds about him and the People article “who is GR’s girlfriend” all point to her making a big effort to make them some kind of relevant topic. Yikes

He / they are trying so hard to be relevant and it is just super cringy and embarrassing. And narcissists always accuse their victims of their own actions, so I bet he prattles on to the boys about Blake and Gwen doing what he does.

- B

[lilithfairen]

Detailed thoughts on the latest Fixing RWBY episode?

So here's the thing about asking for detailed thoughts on the latest Fixing RWBY episode. It's shitty, as usual, and it's shitty for many of the usual reasons, but here's the real reason why this episode is shitty:

it is padding and filler as its absolute worst.

Let me summarize the episode:

Ruby and Nora are helping the Argus soldiers. This consists of Dee and Dudley (who are soldiers now, not the Huntsmen on the Argus train) prattling about their backstories. This segment has literally zero character or plot development for either Ruby or Nora. Celtic Phoenix cares more about two completely inconsequential male characters than the main heroine of the series.

Blake whines to Jaune about how her team has been written as a bunch of stupid, petulant idiots who can't get along because of being written by a misogynistic fucko like Celtic Phoenix. Jaune just tells her to talk to Ruby about it. Zero plot or character progress whatsoever, and another instance of Celtic Phoenix refusing to let female characters resolve their own problems without a man telling them how to do it.

A scene where Emerald (who of course got her ass kicked by Mercury) talks with Hazel and asks if they're doing the wrong thing, but Hazel says people who think they're doing the wrong thing aren't thinking far ahead enough. Like Celtic Phoenix, trying to write his rewrite.

Qrow talks to Maria about how they're both losers. Maria disses Qrow about his alcoholism, then has an entirely-out-of-nowhere flashback to how she lost her eyes. (And much like his rewrite of the Apathy sequence, this flashback is entirely incomprehensible if you aren't already familiar with canon!)

Nothing in this episode has any significance. It is quite literally an episode devoted to saying "hey, there will be character development maybe!" instead of, I don't know, having character development happen. It's blatant filler and padding, and nothing in this entire episode would make any difference if the episode didn't exist at all.

It makes me wonder if it's just Celtic Phoenix trying to bilk out as much money from his Patreon supporters by prolonging the series, which is especially vile given that the people who bring his series to "life" (in the same sense that Grimm are "alive") with music and art don't get paid a single penny by him.

(Bonus points: As I was about to load up the video, I realized that Celtic Phoenix went through the effort of painting Caroline Cordovin as eccentric and egotistical as she is in the actual show...which clashes completely with how she unquestioningly accepts Ruby's claims about the Lamp. It's another instance of how Celtic Phoenix's "rewrite" is just 90% ripping off the original show while not thinking about how his own 10% completely clashes with the canon characters and their motivations.)

[reachingforthevoid]

Dr Who: Frontier in Space

I rewatched this serial on 18 February 2023, for the first time in a long time. I read the novelisation, called The Space War, back in the day so many times my copy fell apart. Despite its fragile state, it was the book that Jon Pertwee graciously signed for me at a day event at the University of Sydney in 1980. I recall him talking about how impressed he was by the Draconian costumes — a comment he made several times at various events. Anyway, watching Dr Who in order like I am, he was right. Their masks/make-up combo are impressive. The Ice Warriors come close but for just about every other alien or monster that’s not a robot, the rubber or latex masks don’t really work, especially with the colour serials.

We are immediately into the action with two white fellas piloting a cargo vessel that nearly crashes into the TARDIS! The Doctor is pleased with himself for materialising the TARDIS inside the spaceship, but it doesn’t take long before Jo sees something weird. She wants to leave, but the Doctor is fussing about getting exact dates. Then both Jo and the crewman suffer from delusions… It’s not too long before we see who is really behind the attacks. Ogrons — but who is behind them? Regardless of their identity, their intentions are clear: provocation of war between Draconia and Earth. Both sides are intractably committed to distrusting the other.

Meanwhile on an overcrowded Earth, hellbent on colonising other worlds and rubbing up against alien empires, politics is all about the Draconians and how they’re feared and not to be trusted. The Earth that we get to see is very similar to what appears in Blake’s Seven, that BBC series that starts a few years after this. There’s a woman president who wears striking frocks, and her military sidekick, who really ought to have an eyepatch. Dissent is dealt with harshly, even though it’s not a dictatorship, and they are way too fond of using torture (aka “the mind probe”).

It’s not too long before the Master turns up. I do love how he reads HG Wells’ The War of the Worlds while Jo keeps up the prattle to disguise the Doctor’s escape from prison cell number 268 of this serial. I note with sadness that this was Roger Delgado’s last appearance in the role — he died fifty years ago in 1973, aged 55. That’s the age I’m turning later this year. Blimey.

All in all, I enjoyed this serial. We get to see a little of the Draconians culture, and that of the Ogrons. There’s a few sweet moments where the Doctor and Jo share stories that both recap the last few years of the show’s history in its tenth year, and sketches out more of the Doctor’s origin story. The Master’s plotting isn’t complete daftness. The revelation of the Daleks at the end is splendid, as is the cliff-hanger into the next serial.

[banditcoyote]

There were plenty of rooms that were just for sitting, but there was another reference library that was a bit more demure, and the music rooms were of great interest to Cal, the piano having it's own room so it would sound the best acoustically. Yaro prattled on about the make and the year something that clearly got Cal excited and Yaro promised he could play it whenever he wanted to, but for now there was too much to see. At her Uncle's room she paused and then said her goodbyes to Sasuga, moving to give her a kiss on each cheek. "Have fun with the fairy." she said with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow." she said and left Coyote and Sasuga to it as she moved back to take Youko by his hand and lead him back to her wing and bedroom. Shishi watched them go and gave alittle amused shake of his head. "Goodnight Sasuga." he said with a little smile. "If you bring the fairy back here we won't turn him away." he said and gave her a light hug before he took Blake back into his room and shut the door. Coyote smiled down to Sasuga and started leading their way back towards the kitchen. "What are you thinking?" he asked her.

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

[blakeyisbae]

Anyways who’s gonna be the Morticia to my Gomez

[howlingday]

Blake: You're powerful, Cinder, but nothing compares to the power Ommah!

Cinder: (Empowered by Ozma) Cease your inane prattle, you disgusting cat! Only a fool would not understand the full power of Ozma!

Blake: (Smiles)

Cinder: Oh, shi- (Zapped by lightning, Unempowered by Ozma)

[phoebe-delia]

Phoebe!! Would you do Blank Space by Taylor Swift? 💞💞💞

@colormehazelnut Hazel, it would be my pleasure!! Thank you for sending in these prompts. This is something I've been sort of mulling over in the back of my mind for a while.

“I make six figures,” Jason said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “My boss says I’m an ‘up-and-comer.’”

Draco looked at Jason underneath his lashes, “Does he, now?”

Jason nodded solemnly. “Oh yeah, Dad’s really encouraging.”

“How wonderful,” Draco said, lifting a finger to lightly trace over Jason’s hand where it rested on the table and suppressing a smirk when he saw Jason shift in his seat. “You’ve such an important career; how does a man as successful as you stay so humble?”

Jason grinned, shrugging. “Comes naturally, I guess.”

“Wow,” Draco breathed. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met before.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Jason winked, and Draco forced a giggle, watching Jason’s eyes flash in excitement.

Jason was Lucius’s seventh attempt in his crusade to see Draco married and settled with a pureblood by the time he was 26. The first couple of blind dates had left Draco “outraged and disgusted,” as he’d complained to Pansy over the Floo. “Father won’t see reason. Merlin, it’s torture.”

Pansy’s mouth had twisted into a smirk. “Well, it doesn’t have to be.”

Draco’d furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“There are only so many eligible, gay, Pureblood men in Britain,” Pansy’d grinned. “Your father wants you to date these idiots to maintain your reputation. What if you make sure there’s no more reputation to uphold—one man at a time?”

After that, Draco found himself looking forward to these new dates. The arrogant, unsuspecting men would sit across from him, play footsie under the table, talk on and on about their money, and leer at him all the while. And Draco let them with a placid smile on his face.

But Michael, poor bloke, had run screaming from the Manor as Draco’d thrown the prat’s clothes out the window with a hearty Incendio. It was the only proper response to Michael’s derision of Draco’s “poncy outfits.”

And Jake—or was it Blake? Draco could never remember, much to Jake-Blake’s annoyance—had nearly cried when Draco’s taken a golf club to his precious Aston Martin. But he should’ve thought of that before insulting Draco’s golf swing.

Then there was Bret, who’d spent so much time on his mobile, texting Merlin knew how many other men, that Draco thought that the fish in the pond at the Manor might enjoy the device, too, since Bret shared their intelligence.

Now, Jason prattled on and on about his family’s “gorgeous, but understaffed house by the lake” and how the food at the restaurant was “palatable, but not as good as in Paris, have you ever been?”

Draco blinked wide, innocent eyes. “To Paris? Oh, no. I’ve never been. Maybe you could show me around? I’d need someone capable to keep me from getting lost.”

Jason smirked. “Of course, baby, I’d take good care of you.”

Draco let a slow, sultry smile stretch across his face. Yes, this was going to be fun.

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“C’mon, baby, just tell me what’s wrong,” the man jutted out his lip into a pout.

Draco gave him a coy smile. “Who said anything was wrong?”

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand cover his thigh and a mouth close to his ear. “Hmm, a cutie like you here all alone? That can’t mean anything good.”

Draco held his breath. Three...Two...One…

The body next to him was suddenly knocked aside, and Draco looked up to see Jason, his eyes burning.

“Draco, what the hell!”

“Don’t you ‘Draco’ me, Jason!” He snapped. “While you were busy doing Merlin knows what—or who—in the loo for nearly thirty minutes, this bloke was keeping me company. If you don’t want me, you can just say so!”

Jason looked shocked. “Thirty minutes—I can’t have been gone for more than five!”

“Whatever it was, it was long enough for me to grow suspicious!”

“If you were so worried, why didn’t you go to the loo and see for yourself?”

“Because I, for one, didn’t want to see my fiancé fucking another bloke right in front of me!”

“Fiancé?!” Jason and the stranger said simultaneously, their expressions astonished.

Draco gasped sharply. “Are you seriously acting as if you never proposed to me?!”

“If I did I think I’d have remembered!”

“Wow!” Draco shook his head. “I knew you could be oblivious, but forgetting the best day of our lives is a new low, Jason.”

“But–you’re not even wearing a ring!”

“We said we’d get it in Paris!” Draco made his eyes well with practiced tears. “You said you wanted it to be perfect. ‘Only the best for my Draco, the love of my life!’ You said that, and I can see now that you didn’t mean it.”

He hopped off the stool striding out of the bar. He turned his head to see Jason staring at him, slackjawed.

Draco let one tear spill down his cheek. “Don’t contact me. Goodbye, Jacob.”

As he left the bar, he heard an incredulous, “IT’S JASON!!”

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“No, no, we asked for the ‘74 Le Vu, not the ‘87 Le Fite,” Xavier scowled. He plucked the glass from Draco’s fingers and handed it and his own to the server. “Fix it,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Draco chanced a sympathetic look at the waiter, whose blank expression revealed that he had the patience of someone with years in the restaurant industry. “Yes, sir, my mistake. I apologize. One moment.” He turned on a heel, taking the rejected wine and used glasses and disappearing into the sea of tables.

“Honestly,” Xavier scoffed. “It’s impossible to get good service nowadays.”

Draco hummed in false assent. “That must be so taxing for you.”

Xavier sighed. “It’s just frustrating. You know, when I dine out, I expect a certain level of attendance from the waitstaff. I work hard for my money. I don’t need the added stress of an incompetent server who can’t do the simplest tasks,” he said, shaking his head.

“I know!” Draco exclaimed waving his hands wildly. “It’s insanity!” He said, making his gesture wider—just a bit more, and, “People can be so lazy!” He flung his arms almost across the table, finally knocking a glass of ice water into Xavier’s lap.

“Shit!” Xavier jumped from his seat, grabbing his napkin and drying his pants.

Draco let his lip wobble. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever, you idiot,” Xavier snapped.

Draco gasped loudly and rose from his seat, drawing eyes to their table. Perfect. “What did you just say??”

Xavier looked at him strangely. “I said ‘whatever.’”

Draco threw down his napkin. “Did you just call me an idiot?”

“What—no! I-”

“You’re a pig!” Draco reached over and slapped Xavier. A few scattered gasps rose from the other guests.

Their waiter came rushing over. “Is everything alright over here?”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “I was just going.” He turned and stormed off, leaving behind a sputtering Xavier.

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The date with Louis lasted all of twenty minutes before Draco’d had enough.

He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t attend one more dinner with a man who looked at him like a pile of money or a piece of meat. He couldn’t flutter his eyelashes or give mechanical kisses or play dumb any longer.

He refused—Father and his inheritance be damned.

It was cowardly, he knew, leaving while Louis was in the restroom. But he didn’t have it in him to finish the dinner, nor to make a scene and cry and shout. And with the way Louis went on and on about how “the new Ministry is going to ruin this country,” Draco had a feeling it wasn’t going to work out, anyway.

He stepped out onto the street and raised his wand, feeling the familiar tug of Apparition take him to the apparition point closest to Muggle London. He walked along the cobblestone pathway in peace, taking in the sights of the city.

For the first time in months, Draco felt real, hot tears rise unbidden in his eyes. He didn’t bother to wipe them away, letting them cloud his vision. It was nice for a moment, allowing the world to go a bit fuzzy, until he tripped on an uneven cobblestone and fell to the ground.

His palms and knees stung from the impact, but he managed to keep from banging his head. He started to move to get up, despite his protesting knees, when a hand came into his vision, reaching down in front of him.

He took it, letting it gently pull him to his feet and causing his eyes to meet warm green ones that caused his heart to stutter.

“Malfoy—are you alright?” Potter said gently, taking in Draco’s red-rimmed eyes and cheeks.

Draco sniffed, willing his voice to stay even when he responded, “I’m fine, Potter. Just a rough evening. Thank you. Sorry to bother you.”

He turned to step past him when a firm hand clasped his arm.

“Wait, I–” Potter flushed lightly. “I want to talk to you.”

Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What are you playing at, Potter?” He said, a slight bite to his tone. “What game is this?”

Potter held up his hands. “No game, I swear. I just want to catch up.”

Draco studied Potter for a moment, taking in the earnest eyes and the beginning of a small, hopeful grin, and allowed himself the first genuine smile he could remember in weeks.

Yes, this was going to be fun.

I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Check my pinned post, pick a number 1--99, and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on the song that matches with that number on my list!

[birder-of-remnant]

I agree! Demagoguery and hate towards immigrants coupled with a long history of colonial exploitation by Atlas is going to be a weakness that Salem will exploit. Use the darkness in peoples' hearts to keep the world from uniting. And who better to do it than the Asturias twins (that jailbreak scene had me shaking!). I would also love to see Blake growing further into a civil leader!

Although trying to angle Blake as a rebel leader may be too combative this far into the story (I know, their words, not yours). Standing up to discrimination is vital and would have been a great position within the middle part of the series. But with Vale and Atlas gone, Mistral in disarray, and tensions in Vacuo palatably unstable, what the story needs is for her to be a bridge.

But I think the bigger problem is going to be between the people of Atlas and Vacou, rather than between faunists and humans. Vacou is a country of scarcity with a complex culture of self-preservation and reciprocity; they are an altruistic people, but you gotta earn it first. Not only does this contrast with Atlas's culture of privilege, but it is also hard to be altruistic when you are barely making ends meet yourself (this contrasts with immigrant discrimination within wealthy countries, where as you mentioned, xenophobia is the primary driver). Especially when the people begging are the ones that took everything from you to begin with. This may likely overshadow racial tensions and is a dangerous fault line.

Nonetheless, I hope we see more of Blake's activism! Blake taking a backseat in Atlas was a necessity; she had just come out of back-to-back seasons of extensive character development. By contrast, other characters like Nora, Ren, and Penny had been long neglected, relegated as fun but simplistic characters with little development. RWBY is a series limited only by funding (a single minute of animation costs >$25k), rather than by ideas. Honestly, there was no way to show off Blake more without screwing over some other character who needed the development more (like Penny). Hopefully, this will be an opportunity to expand her arc once again! (Although I really want to see CFVY get some development too). And people who think bumbleby ruined Blake's arc as a civil rights activist are being hypocritical.

But you may be right, my predictions are usually wrong anyways. And you have done your homework well. I'm also always happy to see someone referencing the books! Thanks for humoring my long-winded prattling

Volume 10 and/or 11 Theory: Salem, through Jax and Gillian, will sow divisions among the refugees by way of Faunus discrimination.

It's a classic tactic as seen with how capitalism feeds off of immigrants yet has white people blame them for "taking their jobs." It would be a good way to show Blake stepping up to grow up more into a civil leader and to show the White Fang maybe being the heroes if we follow up on Ilia's text from Ghira. Tackle the complexities of racial prejudice a lot better than Beacon did.

I say this because so many claim that Blake's been ruined by Bumblebee or that Atlas's fall ruined her character potential to be so sort of rebel leader. Well... here's a perfectly good place for her to tackle it with Atlesians forced to rub elbows with Faunus from Mantle. That's a recipe for disaster if the V9 epilogue is any indication.

[razorblade180]

Just a random thing I can’t get out of my head.

Blake:*struggling* Adam you have to stop this!

Adam:There you go again, prattling on again about peace. They deserve our hate!

Blake:Who are you to decide that!?

Adam:An actual victim! *knocks her down* It must be so damn easy to cling to morals when you still have it all to lose! You speak for us when you’ve never been us. Face branded, body beaten, parents slaughtered, stomachs empty, entire homes burned; when Blake!? WHEN HAVE YOU POSSIBLY LOST ANYTHING IN ALL THIS HATE LIKE THE REST OF US!? *trembling*

Blake:…

Blake:You, I lost you. *tearing up*

Adam:….No, you just finally stopped being blinder than me, and hated what was always there.

[sleepykittypaws]

Breaking Down Hallmark’s 2022 Christmas Movies

Hallmark made their annual holiday movie mega-announcement yesterday and while I prattled on (and on) about it over on Twitter, and have already updated the 2022 TV Holiday Premiere schedule accordingly still, somehow, there is more to note, so here’s a breakdown by category, based on what we know so far, of the 43 ‼️ (40 coming October-December, 3 already aired during “Christmas in July”) new Christmas movies Hallmark is bringing us in 2022…

“Exotic” Locales (a.k.a. Vancouver, Canada isn’t doubling for small-town USA)

JOLLY GOOD CHRISTMAS (London) 📸

ALL SAINTS CHRISTMAS (New Orleans)

A BIG FAT FAMILY CHRISTMAS (San Fransisco)

THE ROYAL NANNY (Belgium)

MY SOUTHERN FAMILY CHRISTMAS (Ascension Parish, La.)

A ROYAL CORGI CHRISTMAS (Ireland)

It’s Bringing Christmas Magic

GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS ALWAYS

A KISMET CHRISTMAS  📸

A MAGICAL CHRISTMAS VILLAGE

A TALE OF TWO CHRISTMASES

A FABLED HOLIDAY

THE HOLIDAY STOCKING

FIVE MORE MINUTES: MOMENTS LIKE THESE

More than (Just) a Love Story

WE NEED A LITTLE CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS BEDTIME STORIES

OUR ITALIAN CHRISTMAS MEMORIES 📸

CHRISTMAS AT THE GOLDEN DRAGON

THREE WISE MEN AND A BABY

MY SOUTHERN FAMILY CHRISTMAS

A BIG FAT FAMILY CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS CLASS REUNION

FIVE MORE MINUTES: MOMENTS LIKE THESE

All About the Music (featuring original songs and/or a music-centered storyline)

ALL SAINTS CHRISTMAS

IN MERRY MEASURE 📸

WHEN I THINK OF CHRISTMAS

A HOLIDAY SPECTACULAR

A FABLED HOLIDAY

UNDERCOVER HOLIDAY

HANUKKAH ON RYE

The Christmas Sads (a.k.a. exploring grief at the holidays)

WE NEED A LITTLE CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS BEDTIME STORIES

THE GIFT OF PEACE 📸

Save the ______!

A COZY CHRISTMAS INN 📸

A MAPLE VALLEY CHRISTMAS

Note: This category, a Hallmark classic, is shockingly empty this season, as is the dreaded “let’s plan a party!” genre (admittedly, my least favorite)

A Grinch’s Heart Grows Three Sizes

NOEL NEXT DOOR

INVENTING THE CHRISTMAS PRINCE 📸

I Hate You, Now I Love You Romances (a.k.a. enemies to lovers)

NOEL NEXT DOOR 📸

IN MERRY MEASURE

HANUKKAH ON RYE

Old Flames Rekindled

A KISMET CHRISTMAS

A COZY CHRISTMAS INN

ALL SAINTS CHRISTMAS 

WHEN I THINK OF CHRISTMAS 📸

HOLIDAY HERITAGE

A Christmas Carol, but, like, with a Twist

GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS ALWAYS  📸

Oops, I’m Not Who You Think I Am (a.k.a fake relationship/identity)

THE ROYAL NANNY 

ALL SAINTS CHRISTMAS

LONG LOST CHRISTMAS

MY SOUTHERN FAMILY CHRISTMAS

A BIG FAT FAMILY CHRISTMAS

#XMAS  📸

UNDERCOVER HOLIDAY

Salute the Troops (a.k.a. military stories)

MY GROWN-UP CHRISTMAS LIST (aired in July) 📸

CHRISTMAS BEDTIME STORIES

Christmas with Royalty

THE ROYAL NANNY  📸

INVENTING THE CHRISTMAS PRINCE

A ROYAL CORGI CHRISTMAS

So, We’re Doing This Again? (a.k.a. sequels)

A COZY CHRISTMAS INN (to 2014's CHRISTMAS UNDER WRAPS)

TIME FOR HIM TO COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS (5th in Blake Shelton-produced series that began with 2018's TIME FOR ME TO COME FOR CHRISTMAS) 📸

FIVE MORE MINUTES: MOMENTS LIKE THESE (to 2021's FIVE MORE MINUTES)

Now for Something a Little Different (a.k.a. movies not solely centered on white, straight, Christian Christmases)

CHRISTMAS AT THE GOLDEN DRAGON 📸

A BIG FAT FAMILY CHRISTMAS 

THE HOLIDAY SITTER

HOLIDAY HERITAGE

HANUKKAH ON RYE

A Slightly More Colorful Christmas (a.k.a. movies with at least one non-white lead)

CAMPFIRE CHRISTMAS (aired in July) 📸

WE NEED A LITTLE CHRISTMAS

JOLLY GOOD CHRISTMAS

GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS ALWAYS

ALL SAINTS CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS AT THE GOLDEN DRAGON

INVENTING THE CHRISTMAS PRINCE

A BIG FAT FAMILY CHRISTMAS

THE HOLIDAY STOCKING

UNDERCOVER HOLIDAY

HOLIDAY HERITAGE

Girl Power (a.k.a. female-directed films)

IN MERRY MEASURE

MY SOUTHERN FAMILY CHRISTMAS

#XMAS

A ROYAL CORGI CHRISTMAS

A BIG FAT FAMILY CHRISTMAS

A FABLED HOLIDAY 

THE HOLIDAY SITTER 

CHRISTMAS BEDTIME STORIES 📸

OUR ITALIAN CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

NOTE: Don't know directors for THE ROYAL NANNY, THE HOLIDAY STOCKING or HOLIDAY HERITAGE

"Plus Size" (by Hollywood standards) Female Leads

ALL SAINTS CHRISTMAS 📸

MY SOUTHERN FAMILY CHRISTMAS

UNDERCOVER HOLIDAY

How is this a Thing? (a.k.a. wackiest premise)

THE MOST COLORFUL TIME OF THE YEAR, a color-blind teacher turns to the parent of one of his students, an optometrist, for help seeing red and green 📸

And, finally, the Five Movies I'm Most Looking Forward To (What? That's a category!)

THREE WISE MEN AND A BABY

THE HOLIDAY SITTER 📸

MY SOUTHERN FAMILY CHRISTMAS

A HOLIDAY SPECTACULAR

A BIG FAT FAMILY CHRISTMAS