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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year ago

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my year in fic

Thanks for the tag @wolfpants! I've needed to do a roundup post for the year, and your post was a good reminder to do so! I've accomplished a lot in 2023, but specifically looking at fics...I've written 27(ish) fics this year, and surpassed 100 fics total this year! 182,231 (posted) words. I wrote several fics I've long wanted to write. And 3 fics from this year jumped right up to my Top 10 favorites (if not top 5!) 2023 has been a good year for writing, I think! And I can't wait to see what I accomplish in 2024.

Tagging: anyone who wants in, but please tag me! I'd love to see what everyone did this year!

Again (and Again)

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 700. Art by A_Loveunlaced (@a-loveunlaced).

Unspeakable Snape catches Auror Potter snooping around the Department of Mysteries.

White Lies & Silver Bells

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 2,768. Christmas. Secret relationship. Foot fetish. Bottom Snape. Demi Harry. Fluff & angst & smut. Hoggywartyxmas 2022.

Minerva is angry. Harry is smitten. Severus is afraid. Just another Christmas at Hogwarts!

profane, holy

Harry/Severus, Neville/Severus, Draco/Severus, Blaise/Severus, Percy/Severus, Cedric/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 666. Underage. Rape/non-con. Power imbalance. HP Chan Fest 2023.

5 boys Severus seduced, and 1 who seduced him.

Cruel Summer

Harry/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 5,445. Minor Snarry. Rape/non-con. Grooming. Emotional manipulation. Dysfunctional relationship. Extremely dubious consent. Ambiguous/open ending. Features art by MrVillain (@mrviran).

Sirius rescues Harry. Number Twelve is a different sort of Hell than Number Four.

Valentine's Victor

Harry/Severus. Mentions of Harry/Ginny. Rated: G. Words: 46. Letters. Humor. Poetry.

Severus is the Prince of Petty. I mean Poetry.

Amortentia

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 300. Pre-slash. Student/teacher. Hogwarts 6th year.

Harry dreams of love.

Killer's Caress

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 300. Pre-slash. Student/teacher.

Potter’s magic is a killer’s caress.

Kiss and Control

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 400. Kissing. Erotica.

Part your lips a bit more, I'll swallow your fear.

Washes & Wishes

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 300. Bathtubs. Domestic fluff. Romance. No smut just nudity.

Harry and Severus take a bath.

Amor Aetnerus

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 500. MCD. Underage. Student/teacher. Tragedy. True love.

Harry and Snape belong together.

Lovestruck

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,343. Secret relationship. Ceraunophilia. Thunderstorms. Contempt-verse. Kinkuary 2023.

It’s only Harry and Severus in all the world, or so it seems. OR: It's Valentine's Day, and they're in Germany for a potions conference, but alone in the hotel while a storm rages outside, they might be anyone, anywhere.

Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 3,695. Underage. Size kink. Small penis. First time. Implies Snarry. Kinkuary 2023.

Draco is trapped with Sirius at Number Twelve, the summer between fifth and sixth year. He's a shiny new toy Sirius can't resist.

Hatefuck

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,166. Rough sex. Love/hate. Implied cheating. Contempt-verse. Kinkuary 2023.

Loathing is the easy part.

The Virgin Bride

Draco/Voldemort. Rated: E. Words: 5,337. Underage. Rape/non-con. Ambiguous age. Rough sex. Violence. Auction. Punishment. Manipulation. Forced prostitution. Minor/implied Snarry. HP Chan Fest 2023.

Lucius pushes Voldemort too far. Voldemort retaliates...and uses Draco to do so.

The Perfect Shade of Purple

Albus/Tom. Rated: E. Words: 1,101. Underage. Cockwarming. Ambiguous age. Kinkuary 2023.

Who's using who?

Allure

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,973. A/B/O. Heat cycles. Omega Severus.

Never has Harry been able to pin Severus down. Mystery is part of the allure. Sequel to Obscene.

Devotion

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 25,843. Cheating. Background Hinny. Unhealthy relationships. Self-hatred. Mental health issues. Enemies to lovers. Obsession. POV Severus Snape. Ambiguous/open ending. Contempt-verse. Snarry-a-Thon 2023.

Is there anything more undignified than needing someone so much?

Wisdom in Temptation

Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 2,581. Drapple. Virginity loss. Secret relationship. HP Fruit Fest.

Draco snacks on fruit. Sirius snacks on Draco. Sequel to Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Sunkissed

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,939. Background Hinny. Cheating. Secret relationship. Fluff & angst. HP Fruit Fest. Contempt-verse.

There is no room for beauty here. Still, Severus covets.

The Golden Apple

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,469. Mpreg. Fluff & angst.

Severus' life is ruined. Can be read as a sequel to Choice but can also be read as a standalone.

The Curse of Anteros

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 53,443. Underage. Student/teacher. Auror/prisoner. Time skips. POV Alternating. Animal transformations. Animagus bestiality. Curses. Background Relationships. Angst with a happy ending. Romance. True love. Magical theory. Magical creatures. Years: 1996-2036. Art by MrVillain (@mrviran). Snarry Bang 2023.

When Harry is cursed, he seeks out Severus Snape. They have a long history behind them, after all, and they've always had so much between them. Who else would he go to?

Hyacinth Wild

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,403. Underage. Student/teacher. Sex pollen. Dubious consent. Ambiguous age. Non-linear narrative. Ambiguous/open ending. Kinktober 2023. HP Flowers - Autumn Round 2023.

Neville brings sex pollen to a inter-House party, and Harry wakes up in Professor Snape's bed.

smile with sweet surprise

Harry/Severus. Lily/Severus. Rated: E. WIP. Words: 13,655. Chapters: 3/5. Underage. Stepdad Snape. Infidelity. Virginity loss.

Chapter 3 posted in 2023.

Harry is barely sixteen. Had barely blown out his candle when Severus kissed him.

Wasted for Love

Harry/Severus. Harry/Hermione/Ron. Rated: E. WIP. Words: 9,620. Chapters: 3/25. Polyamory. Closed triad. Established relationship. Temptation. Fidelity issues.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione are living happily ever after 5 years after the war. That is until the Prince returns, and with him all of the turmoil and temptation from the past.

A Taste for You

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. WIP. Words: 5,374. Chapters: 3/?. Sugar Daddy Harry. Bottom Snape. Postwar. Dubious consent. Self-hatred.

Severus Snape has been down on his luck since the war ended. Enter: Harry Potter. With no other causes to occupy his time, he makes Severus an offer he can't refuse; but Severus can't help but wonder: what is it the boy really wants?

War and Heartbreak

Neville/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 880. Background Snarry. Cheating. Heartache. Angst. Unrequited love. Student/teacher. HP No Nut November 2023.

When Harry asked Neville to look after Snape, he probably didn’t mean this.

Sweet Nothing

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,080. Underage. OotP. Forced bonding. Virginity loss. Ritual. Sex magic. Voyeurism. HP Deflower December 2023.

It's up to Harry to save the day, as always. This time that means getting married and getting fucked.

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javert-nihil · 2 years ago

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ronniekingofficial · 2 years ago

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tomorrowhittoday · 7 years ago

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harrydracobang · 3 years ago

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Harry/Draco Big Bang Week #1 Round-Up

Below you'll find a round-up of all of our amazing submissions that have posted during our first week of @harrydracobang!

We hope you’ve been enjoying all the novel-length Drarry and amazing art so far, and we want to thank everybody who has been following the fest and supporting our participants with comments, kudos and recs! You are amazing and we know for certain our fantastic artists and writers appreciate all your support! <3

The next fic will go up tomorrow, and we still have one more week of amazing fic and art, but for now, check our first week below to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Don’t forget to leave some love for our participants as you make your way through the submissions!

Make Yourself written by @anyaelizabethfic with art by @zigster-ao3 [Explicit, 103k] Summary : Harry just wants to be safe within the freshly painted walls of Grimmauld Place, with his friends around him. But when he hears Draco Malfoy has been spotted at the local soup kitchen, he can't help but encourage a different type of stray to come under his roof. -Zigster's Tumblr Art Post 1 -Zigster’s Tumblr Art Post 2

sweeten to taste written by @bigblackdogfic with art by @babooshkart [Explicit, 51k] Summary: It starts with Draco's buckwheat crepes with honeyed oranges. Or maybe it starts with his porridge with toasted walnuts and homemade apple butter. Or perhaps it starts with the cinnamon buns Draco made from scratch with mascarpone icing. Harry just knows he's hungry for more. -Babooshkart’s Tumblr Art Post

Graceless Heart written by @orange-peony with art by @chuckalart and @secretartlair [Explicit, 132k] Summary: Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry.

When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook.

Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.

See How They Run written by @harryromper with art by @inveigler81 [Mature, 51k] Summary: Harry’s living above the shop in Knockturn Alley, working as a private detective after a failed stint as an Auror, when he gets an invitation from Luna Lovegood to the last place he could have imagined: Malfoy Manor.

As Luna and Draco’s friends gather for the weekend, it isn’t only memories of wartime violence that surface. It seems that a lot of the guests have things they want to hide, including murder.

It falls to Harry to solve the mystery, and while he’s at it, to untangle his feelings for Draco Malfoy once and for all. -Inveigler81′s Tumblr Art Post 1 -Inveigler81′s Tumblr Art Post 2

Brave Though The Stars They Make Me written by @dwell-the-brave with art by @puncertainty [Mature, 108k] Summary: After the events at the end of his Sixth Year, Draco Malfoy has been kept all but prisoner in his childhood home, Malfoy Manor. Alone, terrified, and desperate for some way out, he begins to have strange dreams - dreams of Harry Potter. Are they a trick of his mind? Or are they a way to change his fate, and a chance at redemption? -Puncertainty's AO3 Art Post -Puncertainty's Tumblr Art Post

Nor All That Glisters written by @sweet-s0rr0w with art by @deancebra-art and @fantalf [Explicit, 110k] Summary: Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.

Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking… -Fantalf’s Tumblr Art Post

spins madly on written by asofthaven with art by @iaooa and Monotremata [Teen, 56k] Summary: As part of his probation, Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts to complete his N.E.W.T.s. Gobstones, the political machinations of the Hogwarts student body, and one Harry James Potter captures Draco’s attention instead. -Iaooa’s Tumblr Art Post

Chasing Shadows written by @manixzen with art by @avaeryn [Explicit, 93k] Summary: The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub.

A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers.

Home Truths written by @skeptiquewrites with art by @fantalf [Explicit, 67k] Summary: In the off-season Harry decided to fix up Grimmauld Place and found that Draco Malfoy was the only person who could help him. A demanding career and unrelenting press scrutiny were enough to deal with before Harry added a house with a mind of its own, family history, and a tense, flirty, complicated relationship with his childhood nemesis to the mix.

On professional Quidditch, magical houses, hard choices, Life Debts, and inconvenient truths. -Fantalf’s Tumblr Art Post

The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets written by @iero0 & @ladderofyears with art by @egggnoodles and @faevorite-main-blog [Explicit, 287k] Summary: Hogwarts is the very last place that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy want to return to after the war. The Castle feels claustrophobic and stifling. Both feel trapped within its walls.

Harry is traumatised by the war, by his sudden breakup from Ginny, and by the knowledge that his friends all know what they want to do with their life.

Meanwhile Draco is reeling. He has narrowly escaped an Azkaban prison sentence and is struggling under the strict rules of his probation. He doesn't know where his mother is, and finds himself a pariah among the other students.

The last thing that either student wants is mandatory Mind Healing. What has happened to them feels so big and devastating, that writing to a stranger feels farcical.

Even so, they are not given a choice.

Harry and Draco are both given a shared magical diary, and soon they begin writing letters to an anonymous fellow student.

Their letters, terse at first, grow longer as the days pass. Before long, each wizard confesses their secrets and their fantasies, their wishes and their dreams.

What will happen when their true identities are exposed? Will their vulnerable new relationship be destroyed before it has even begun? -Egggnoodles Tumblr Art Post

A Sense of Scale written by @fantalf with art by @dragontamerdame [Mature, 71k] Summary: Potter merely shrugged, as if it was nothing. After all, it wasn’t his life’s work. “You can try to win it over.” Draco snapped, “What?!” “The school. Win it over.” “How the fuck do I win a school over, Potter?! It’s a bloody school, not a person!” And he didn’t win people over that easily, overall. “I don’t know. Use your charms. I know you to be very inventive.” —— In which Draco spends an obscene amount of time thinking of new nicknames for The Living Git, lying to himself and using his charms to seduce an extremely uncooperative sentient school.

Independent Art: Homage by @cambiodipolvere [General] Summary: A space between dangling feet, less than a foot.

#drarry #drarry fests #drarry fest #draco x harry #harry x draco #drarry fic #drarry art #harrydracobang #2021 fest #weekly roundup #mod post

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jkflesh · 2 years ago

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New upload by Obscene Extreme fest Professional footage with 5-star audio, shot last July

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askagamedev · 3 years ago

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Following up on the Engagement question from earlier today, I wanted to ask _why_ single-player games make more money when players are engaged with for extremely extended periods of time, on a daily basis. If the price tag of a game is up front and not a subscription, what does my thousandth hour in Animal Crossing, a game with no paid DLC or microtransactions for instance, offer Nintendo? What does my 200th hour in Breath of the Wild buy that offsets the obscene scale and complexity that created that 200th hour?

Continued engagement has a lot of positive externalities beyond just selling people more stuff. If you play a game for a few hours and quit, you might have some pleasant memories of it when the sequel rolls around or you might not. However, if you play a game for two hundred hours, chances are far far better that you’ll engage with it beyond just the game itself. For example, if you play one game for 200 hours, you’re much more likely to...

... talk to your friends about the game

... tune in for news about the franchise in general

... engage with the game’s online community

... be interested in other, similar games that are offered on the platform (e.g. other games in the franchise)

... be interested in other franchise merchandise or media (toys, plushes, animated/TV series, spinoff games, card games, posters, t-shirts, etc.)

... be interested in physical or digital events for the game (CitizenCon, BlizzCon, Pokemon Go Fest, Final Fantasy FanFest, DOTA International, eSports, etc.)

... engage with or create fan content (cosplay, fan art, fan fiction, speed running, streaming, video creation, memes, etc.)

These various activities all hold value for us for a variety of reasons - we care about continued monetization of the franchise, we care about having a community that is willing to support the franchise, we want to make content and games for players who like the franchise. Some percentage of those who continue to engage within the game are going to engage outside of the game, and the more of them there are, the more “earned” media we get for marketing and improved franchise purposes. Having more of this means that we get additional marketing for future games in the franchise because we have cultivated a vibrant community that really likes playing our games.

This isn’t to say that shorter games with lower engagement can’t do these things too, but it is much much more difficult for them to establish this kind of presence because the community is just naturally so much smaller for low-engagement games. Even if the games are fantastic, the transient nature of players playing and moving on means that the community generally doesn’t reach that kind of critical mass - the players who loved the game will move on to other games as newer players start playing, resulting in a more revolving-door community than one that is there for the longer term.

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drarryspecificrecsdaily · 3 years ago

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2021.09.19

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Fog of the Heart by kdaught [G, 2k]

►During detention in the Potions classroom, alone with Harry and a bubbling cauldron between them, Draco thinks about the fact that things between them will never change. No matter how much he wished they would.

2. Having a Coke with You by @fate-and-folly [M, 43k]

►After a particularly dreadful day at work, Harry drunkenly resigns and begins to contemplate his directionless life. Kingsley first asks him for one more favour and gives Harry the taste of freedom he is desperate for. There are some peculiar things happening in a small muggle town in the north of Scotland that are threatening the Statute of Secrecy. Harry is sent to investigate and finds himself thrust into the bizarre and into the path of a former classmate. - Cue Draco talking to sweet old ladies and making cocktails and Harry wondering what on earth is happening. -

3. kiss yo (haunted) homies by dreamerlemur [G, 2k]

►Harry has an unfortunate record of sleep paralysis. The demons haunt him, lurking in the shadows and corners of his room. Then one night, they kiss him.

4. Old Friends by @professordrarry [T, 1k]

►Because no one knows you like they know you. And no one ever will. You can grow up, make new ones. But the truth is there's nothing like old friends.

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Fest/Exchange

1. A Sense of Scale by @fantalf [M, 70k] --- ART by @dragontamerdame

►In which Draco spends an obscene amount of time thinking of new nicknames for The Living Git, lying to himself and using his charms to seduce an extremely uncooperative sentient school. ★ Harry/Draco Big Bang 2021 | @harrydracobang

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #daily list #2021 #2021.09

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 4 years ago

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Fred Weasley x Reader Smut- Part Three of Three

Summer couldn't have rolled round quick enough, with you and Freddie literally counting down the days until your little getaway in Greece. You ended up choosing a private villa for the pair of you to stay in rather than a hotel, wanting as much privacy as you could. You'd be lying if you said you wasn't hoping that this week would be THE week you and Fred finally went all the way. Spending the majority of your life at school definitely meant the chances of having any privacy was extremely minimal- the closest you ever got was feeling each other up in the corridor at night. That was short-lived since Snape rudely decided to walk by and interrupt you. Speaking of interruptions, your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of suitcase wheels coming along the gravel by the Burrow.

"Ready, Princess?" George winked holding Fred's bag and offered his arm out to you.

"Nice try, George." You grinned, waving at Fred jogging behind him.

"Oi you sod I've been looking for that for ages." Fred shouted, taking his bag from his brother.

"Worth a shot, Greece sounded nice." George pouted, folding his arms like a child.

"Sorry Georgie, maybe next time?" You punched his shoulder lightly and hooked your arms with Fred's ready to be on your way.

"Maybe when I get myself a woman. Wouldn't want to be third wheeling on your shag-fest anyway." George grinned. You felt your cheeks burn a little and shot George the finger as you got into your car. "Ever the charmer, Y/N. Don't rush back from Greece too quickly." Molly came out of the Burrow to say her own goodbyes.

"Oh have fun you two! It's going to be so lovely just the two of you for a week, make the most of it..."

"Believe you me mother dearest, they'll make the most of every second." George teased.

"Oh.. OH." Molly began. "Last time your father and I had time away I found out I was pregnant with Ginny a few weeks later."

"MUM" George doubled over in laughter at Fred's expense.

"I'm just saying.."

"Right goodbye we're off!" Fred pushed you in the car and climbed in beside you, nodding to the driver to go.

"Well that wasn't-"

"Awkward in the slightest? Welcome to the family Princess." Fred finished. You smiled and decided to tease him over his words.

"I'm one of the family now then am I? Should I be expecting a proposal?" Fred's face reddened and he began to ramble.

"No obviously not. Well, not OBVIOUS. I'm sure I will ask you one day. Maybe? Would you want that?" He stuttered.

"One of my greatest achievements in this world is being able to make the one and only Fred Weasley blush and stumble over his words with so much ease." You smirked, reaching over to hold his hand in your smaller one.

"I honestly don't know how you do it, it's embarrassing. George rips the shit out of me for it."

"Embarrassing as it may be, you're really cute when you're flustered. Besides, we have a Georgeless week ahead of us so I can't promise I won't do it more often sunshine." You squeezed Fred's cheeks with your spare hand and kissed his pouted lips for emphasis. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you.

"Really landed myself an odd one didn't I?"

"You love me really."

"Yeah I guess you're alright." He teased, shooting you a wink. You grinned and rested your head on his shoulder for the last short part of the journey.

(I honestly have no idea how I could make a plane journey the slightest bit interesting so I'm skipping to the villa, sorry lmao)

The plane journey thankfully went smoothly and the pair of you soon found yourself walking through the front doors of the villa.

"Bloody hell." Fred looked around at the large holiday home in awe.

"Nice huh? I don't think I chose too badly.."

"Too badly? This place is amazing." You grabbed Fred's hand and started to walk through the building.

"Come on let's get changed I'm sweating so much in these clothes I fear I'll leave a puddle." You groaned, dragging him to the bedroom.

"Wow what a gorgeous mental image that created. How could I ever resist you now?" Fred placed his hand over his heart and followed your lead.

"You're lucky you're cute"

"So you've said."

"Fred Weasley put on your bloody swimming shorts and meet me by the pool in 5 minutes or I swear to all that is holy I will throw you in there in your clothes." You warned playfully. Fred grabbed his trunks from his bag and stood back in front of you.

"I like it when you get all dominant."

"Go!" You laughed, pushing him out of the bedroom door while you got into your own swimsuit. You couldn't help the childish giddiness that built up inside you at the thought of seeing Fred in just his swimwear. Even though you had spent the last few days at the burrow you didn't get any further than a short make-out session that was disturbed by George walking into the bedroom. In his defence it was his room too but you still felt disappointed. And the burrow was so cold despite it being the summer months that Fred was in more layers than you had ever seen him in so you'd be lying if you said you wasn't disappointed you still hadn't seen so much as Fred shirtless.

You walked your way round to the pool and looked to see Fred sitting on a sunbed with his eyes closed, his pale skin shining in the European sun. You took in his features from the distance, from his lightly toned stomach, to the array of freckles that covered his skin and finally the patch of ginger hair that trailed from his chest and created a thin line leading to the waistband of his shorts.

"You know perversion isn't okay even if you're a woman." Fred shouted, his eyes still shut. "I know I look like I've been chiselled by the gods but ogling is a vile thing to do to a person. I'm not an object." He teased. You walked closer to him and grinned.

"Is it still perversion if I'm looking at my boyfriend? You can hardly blame me, with you clearly being sculpted by the hand of god himself." Fred opened his eyes hearing your voice was closer to him and his mouth opened slightly as he looked at you and stood up.

"Speaking of being sculpted by the hand of god.." He trailed off, pulling you closer to him by your hand. You blushed and shied your head away. Fred turned your face back towards his and kissed you, his hand slowly moving to rest on the bare skin above your hip. "You're gorgeous love." He complimented.

"Who's ogling now?"

"Can you blame me?" He whispered, moving to kiss you again. You leaned in and stopped just as your lips were about to touch.

"I hope you can swim Weasley."

"What are yo-" You grabbed both of his hand and turned, pushing him in the pool. Unfortunately for you, growing up with so many brothers left Fred with impeccable reflexes and he managed to pull you with him, the pair of you landing with a huge splash. Once you reached the surface of the water you started to splash Fred, laughing and swimming away as fast as you could when he started to chase you. "Now that, Miss L/N, wasn't very nice now was it?" He grabbed you from behind and turned you round to be flush against his body. "Naughty girl." He breathed, moving your soaked hair out of your face as he stared into your eyes, his hands roaming your body.

"Sorry Freddie." You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "How about we kiss and make up?" You suggested, pressing your foreheads together. Fred leaned forward until your lips touched, skilfully running his tongue along your bottom lip and lifting your legs to wrap round his waist under the water. You pulled away breathless and looked into Fred's eyes, noticing they were much darker than they usually are.

"I don't know Y/N, I'm still pretty mad. Want to go apologise elsewhere?" He moved his hands round to your arse and squeezed hard enough to make you gasp

"Our clothes are soaked.."

"I don't know about you darling but I wasn't planning on leaving them on." And with that you were hoisted out of the pool and had Fred's hands on you in seconds, lifting you back up and guiding you to the bedroom. He put you down when you stepped into the room, his mouth latching onto yours and his hands untying your bikini top and moving to pull it over your head before he stopped completely and looked at you, his face turning concerned for a moment. "You're okay with this right? I'm not.. going too fast? Because I can stop if you want me to." He spoke, softly putting his hand on your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone. You stepped back and took off the top yourself, throwing it across the room and putting your hands on his bare chest.

"Fred if you stop I may go insane. I've wanted you for years, I'm not going to stop it finally happening."

"Thank god for that.." He ran his fingers down your sides and pushed you onto the bed. Fred crawled over the top of you and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear. "Can't be ruining the bed now can we?" He winked, pulling them down your legs and throwing them behind you. You sat up and pulled at his swim shorts.

"Same goes for you Freddie." He grinned and kicked his shorts away, pushing you to the back of the bed and hovering over you.

"God you're beautiful." He breathed, looking from your face and then allowing his eyes to scan the rest of your body. You couldn't help but let your own gaze drop to Fred's hard cock that pressed against his stomach.

"And you're huge. Jesus Fred." He smirked and moved his face to the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking along your jawline while you writhed beneath him. Your hands roamed wherever you could reach of his body and you moaned obscenely loud as he kissed your sweet spot, sucking a dark purple mark on your skin. "Fred.." You moaned again, feeling him smile against your neck. His lips began to roam south as he made similar marks along your collarbone, your back arching to meet his mouth as he suddenly sucked your nipple into his mouth, massaging your other breast with his hand. He paid your other breast the same attention before kissing down your stomach and moving between your thighs. His teeth nipped at your inner thigh, slowly getting closer to your core. "Freddie please.." You groaned, fisting your hands into the bedsheets.

"You need only ask Princess." Fred winked, darting out his tongue to slowly lick your aching clit. You moved your hips closer to his face, desperate for any relief and bit your knuckle to stop yourself moaning too loudly. "We're finally on our own in the middle of nowhere. Be as loud as you can sweetheart, let me hear you." His breath over you sent a shiver through your body. You didn't get a chance to respond before he began to aggressively lick and suck at your clit, your voice coming out in a guttural moan as your hands instinctively went to grab at his hair. His fingers moved from keeping your legs spread to begin circling your entrance. Suddenly he inserted a finger into you, curling it and pumping at a steady pace as your breath began to hitch in your throat.

"Fred- ah fuck." You moaned, tightening your fingers into his red locks. You threw your head backwards and closed your eyes as he inserted another finger into you, pumping mercilessly as his tongue gently licked at your clit.

"You're so gorgeous." Fred whispered, picking up his pace and bending his fingers to hit that one spot over and over again.

"Freddie please- I'm-ah I'm gonna-" Your voice came out strangled as your legs began to tremble and your stomach knotted.

"Cum for me then Princess." His voice was enough to tip you over the edge. Your vision turned white and you saw stars before you looked down and saw Fred grinning at you, his chin glistening. He crawled back up your body and moved your hair out of your face as you caught your breath back. You quickly pulled him towards you by the nape of his neck and kissed him. "Fancy carrying on or are you all spent for now?" Fred asked you sweetly, though the smirk on his face showed how proud he was for the effect he had over you. You leant up and pecked him on the lips as your hands raked down his chest to his hard cock.

"I think it's your turn sweetheart." You smirked, giving him a teasing squeeze before flipping the two of you over. You laid between Fred's thighs and licked him from base to tip, giving a slow suck to his throbbing head and tasting the pre-cum that had formed at the tip. His breath hitched in his throat and he quickly grabbed your shoulder to stop you.

"Y/N while the mere thought of your pretty mouth being wrapped about me sounds incredible I honestly don't think I'll be able to last for the main event." He admitted, pulling you back up towards him and groaning loudly as you started to grind your hips against him.

"'The main event'? What a romantic way to put it." You grinned.

"What would you rather? Vaginal interc-"

"No no. Main event was nicer." You laughed, letting him turn you back over again so he was hovering above you. He smiled and reconnected your lips, tracing his fingers to your hand and pulling it above your head, lacing his fingers with yours. His other hand fell down to your hip as he raised it slightly, lining himself up with your entrance.

"Ready darling?" You could only nod back at him, far too eager for him to finally fill you in the way you've dreamed of for far too long. He pushed into you slowly, the pair of you moaning into each other's mouths until he filled you to the hilt. Fred was a hell of a lot larger than you anticipated and you had to take a moment to adjust to the size of him before he could even think about moving.

"Jesus Freddie you're so big." You moaned, clenching your walls around him. Between the surprise of your movements and your words replaying in your mind Fred's head shot into the crook of your neck as he bit onto your shoulder blade to compose himself, anything to distract him from his want to move. You wrapped your arms under his and gripped onto his back, moving your hips against his to let him know you were ready. Immediately Fred's hips started to move and you couldn't help but moan out his name with each thrust, pulling him by his hair to meet your lips as he picked up speed. His fingers dug into your thighs so hard you were convinced he left bruises as he pulled out of you halfway before slamming himself back into you. Your nails dug in and began to rake down his back, risen red marks forming a trail behind them. His hands moved to your hips and squeezed, his thrusts becoming slower but sharper as he began to hit that spot over and over again. His voice came out in grunts, heavy breathing sounding between each movement as he felt himself being pushed closer to the edge.

"I'm not- fuck- I won't last much longer love." He breathed.

"Me neither." You let out your words with a small squeak as his thumb reached over and began to rub circles on your already aching clit.

"Come on Princess. Cum with me." He groaned, his movements becoming sloppy as he clung on to his last bits of sanity. You gripped onto him tighter as pleasure shot through your body; your release hitting you like a ton of bricks as you felt him finish inside of you, filling you up completely while your name loudly fell from his lips. His movements slowed before he pulled out and collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you beside him and tucking your form under his arm.

"That was-"

"Yeah-" You turned to face him, wiping his hair from his sweaty forehead and moving up to kiss his lips.

"I wish we didn't have to wait that long." You admitted. He smiled and squeezed you closer towards him.

"We're never waiting that long again. I'll have you in a bloody cupboard if I have to when we go back." He spoke, making you laugh beside him.

"As long as Snape doesn't come by again you can have me wherever you want Weasley." Suddenly the humidity of the Greek weather hit you and you found it even harder to breathe in the room. "I think we should go back out to the pool, it's too hot in here." Fred smirked and traced his hand down your bare body, the hand behind your shoulder grabbing your boob and giving it a teasing squeeze. You moaned and moved into his touch.

"I'll go back out to the pool with you... if your swimming suit stays discarded in that corner for the rest of the week." He bit your ear playfully and you gave in immediately. "Good girl." He praised, standing up and leading you back outside and into the pool. You swam over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his already hard cock pressed against your thigh.

"Someone's eager." You teased, rubbing your leg against his length. "Do you truly want me again already?"

"Darling if I could have you pressed up naked against me every second of the day I'd be in paradise." He lifted you by your ass and pressed his tip against your entrance, dipping in the tiniest amount before pulling away again. "Now.. let's see how big of a splash we can make."

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Wizards Hearts Smut Recs: Magic Sex Toys

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here. Players could opt in to an additional suit of 13 cards, all themed around various popular smut tropes.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Beautifully Unbound by breath_of_mine (tsundanire) Rated: Explicit Words: 54933 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Blaise Zabini/Narcissa Malfoy, BDSM, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Subspace, Safewords, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blindfolds, Impact Play, Spanking, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Therapy, Consensual Kink, Light Bondage, Angst, Holidays, Young Teddy Lupin, Mystery, Auror Harry Potter, Accidental Bonding, Bonding, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, POV Alternating, Telepathic Bond, Gay Male Character, Bisexual Male Character, Dom Draco Malfoy, Sub Harry Potter, Bearded Harry Potter, Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Gloves, Massage, Sex Toys, Mistletoe, Family Dinners, Misunderstandings, Past Relationship(s) Summary: Auror Potter is sent on a mission to clear out deadly artifacts from a Death Eater Safehouse with Draco Malfoy. What could possibly go wrong? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Three Wishes by PalenDrome (nerdherderette) Rated: Explicit Words: 10161 Tags: Fairy Tale Elements, Fairy Godparents, Wish Fulfillment, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Butt Plugs, Sex Toys, Implied Switching, Light Angst, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Confessions, Auror Harry Potter, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Be Careful What You Wish For, Thirsty Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary: Draco meets his fairy godmother and is granted three wishes. Unfortunately, they all keep coming back to the same thing. [excerpt]: Pop! "Oh, wow," Vince says, and is that sarcasm Draco hears? "I never saw that coming." "What?" Draco opens his eyes. He's prepared for the theatrics of the puffs of smoke—Vince, despite the sudden career change, was never blessed with an overactive imagination—but what he was not prepared for was the sight of Harry Potter, bare-chested and dressed in arseless chaps, his hands bound and mouth wrapped around a ball gag while lying face down on Draco's sofa. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann, firethesound Rated: Explicit Words: 36638 Tags: Apparition, Dick JokesAurors, St Mungo's Hospital, Acronyms, Sex Toys, Crude political statements, Inappropriate use of office equipment, Inappropriate use of shoe boxes, Inappropriate use of hats, Misuse of national anthems, Obscene floral arrangements, Seamus's sticking charms, Dicks, cocks, Penises, Willies, Pricks, Phalluses, Comedically large numbers of unattached dicks Summary: After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 in advance by M0stlyVoid Rated: Explicit Words: 3563 Tags: Wax Play, Kink Exploration, Safe Sane and Consensual, Gags, Bondage, Blow Jobs, Kink Negotiation, Dom/sub, Dom Harry Potter, Sub Draco Malfoy, Shibari Summary: Draco's been scared of fire since the Battle of Hogwarts. Harry likes wax play. This is how they work together to face Draco's fear and get what they both want. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Have yourself a kinky little Christmas by keyflight790, tsundanire Rated: Explicit Words: 21433 Tags: Drarropoly: A Drarry Game/Fest, Secret Admirer, Secret Santa, 12 Days of Christmas, Consensual Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be AddedSex Toys, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Harry Potter, Bottom Harry Potter, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Praise Kink, semi-public wanking, Aural Kink, Dirty Talk, Awkward Harry Potter, Auror Partners, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco Malfoy, Masturbation, Masturbation in Bathroom, Work In Progress, Angst, Mental Health Issues, Switching, Cock sleeve, instructions, Dealing with mental health, Tattoos, writing on dicks, praise!kink, non con, brief non con display of nudity, Mutual Masturbation, Public Masturbation, Loud Sex, Unaware Pansy Parkinson, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Rimming, Semi-Public Sex, Public Sex, Public Nudity, Public Rimming, Sex on Ministry Time, Inappropriate Use of Ministry Time, slacking on the job, These two are so inappropriate, The Writers are having too much fun, This whole thing is NSFW, Consent, Explicit Consent, Explicit Sexual Content, conversations about consent, Clearly expressed Consent, Potions, Lust Potions, Overstimulation, Orgasm Delay, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Public Hand Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Consensual Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Anal Plug, Writing with your BFF, This is what happens, Harry Deserves a Magical Ending, Draco Deserves Happiness, Dom/sub, This Fic made my life, and cleared my skin, writing this fic made me the happiest, and did my laundry, Art, Digital Art, mzuul Summary: As the holidays loom, Harry feels the weight of everything and everyone he'd lost. Working as an Auror, while exciting hadn't filled him with the same kind of satisfaction he'd assumed it would. It takes one extremely kinky secret admirer to pull out a side of him he'd been pushing away since his youth, and actually make him want to come into work everyday. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Asking For A Friend? by RoonilWazlibMalfoy Rated: Explicit Words: 13734 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Daily Prophet, Drag Queen Draco Malfoy, Gay Harry Potter, Size Queen Harry Potter, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Epistolary, Fluff and Smut, Sex Shop, Sex Toys, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Nipple Play, Nipple Clamps, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Felching, Discussions of Fisting, Gay Bar, Sex Advice Columnist Draco Malfoy, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary: Asking for a friend? Don't be shy! I'm Genna Russ with advice! Draco Malfoy, drag queen and agony aunt for the Daily Prophet, is very happy with his life. He loves his job. He loves his drag queen persona. And he loves the fact that the wider Wizarding world doesn't know who is offering them sassy advice with their morning news. When he starts receiving letters from one Harry Potter – letters that are too racy to publish – he does the only thing he can do: he replies. His carefully constructed secret life is at risk of being blown wide open, but he just can't help himself. Draco never did have any self-control where the Prat Who Lived was concerned. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Ligabus Filium by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley) Rated: Explicit Words: 41534 Tags: Post-Deathly Hallows, HP: EWE, BDSM, Top Harry Potter, Dom Harry Potter, Bottom Draco, Sub Draco Malfoy, Virgin Draco Malfoy, Whipping, Riding Crops, Gags, Dildos, Creative use of Time Turners, Creative use of Howlers, Creative use of Amortentia, Listen it's the running theme of the story ok, it's filthy bdsm smut what do you want Summary: It should be careful, deliberate, but it isn't. Like every other part of their relationship, it happens gradually and then all at once, before they even realize it. And when the little blue threads bind them together, there's no going back. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Obsessions Release by katie_delaney Rated: Explicit Words: 27783 Tags: Deepthroating, Dom Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy, Dancing, Breathplay, BDSM, First Time Summary: Harry is convinced Draco has given him a love potion, on confronting him he is forced to face an inconvenient truth about himself. Will be very smutty/moderate bdsm, tame in first chapter. Warnings for breathplay. Set during the Half Blood Prince through to the end of the Deathly Hallows. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 in the flesh by M0stlyVoid Rated: Explicit Words: 1462 Tags: Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Roommates, Sex Toys, Loud Sex, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, idiots to lovers, Denial of Feelings Summary: Draco really should have knocked. He's really glad he didn't. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 You Make it Hurt So Good by bangyababy Rated: Explicit Words: 1938 Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Magical Sex Toys, Punishment, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/sub, Dom Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Safe Sane and Consensual, a bit of fluff at the end Summary: “Harry,” he said, a clear warning. “What are you going to do about it, Daddy?” Draco is in a bad mood. Harry knows just how to draw him out. ❤️ Read on AO3

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2021-09-23, Eine lange Lektüre / A long read / Una lectura larga

Heute möchte ich wieder einmal eine lange Lektüre empfehlen Es ist ein Meinungsartikel im Guardian von gestern, den ich bedenkenswert finde. Ansonsten. Heute Home-Office. Alles ist im gewohnten Flow.

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Es ist schockierend zu sehen, wie viele Linke durch Verschwörungstheorien in die extreme Rechte gelockt werden

Von George Monbiot

Es sind nicht nur die Anti-Vaxxer. Die Themen des Widerstands gegen die Macht und der Wiedererlangung der Kontrolle über unser Leben wurden zynisch umfunktioniert

Es ist unangenehm, es zuzugeben, aber in den gegenkulturellen Bewegungen, mit denen ich sympathisiere, fallen die Leute um wie die Fliegen. Alle paar Tage höre ich von einem/einer weiteren Bekannten, der/die ernsthaft an Covid erkrankt ist, nachdem er/sie stolz die Vorzüge der "natürlichen Immunität" verkündet, Impfungen anprangert und sich weigert, die für weniger Sterbliche geltenden Vorsichtsmaßnahmen zu ergreifen. Einige sind ins Krankenhaus eingeliefert worden. In diesen Kreisen, die so lange um eine gute Gesellschaft bemüht haben, gibt es Menschen, die das Leben anderer aktiv bedrohen.

Es sind nicht nur Anti-Vax-Überzeugungen, die sich in diesen Bewegungen verbreitet haben. Fast täglich sehe ich, wie Verschwörungstheorien von rechts nach links überschwappen. Ich höre, wie aufrechte Menschen die Behauptungen weißer Rassisten nachplappern, offenbar in völliger Unkenntnis ihrer Ursprünge. Ich treffe auf Hippies, die einst versuchten, Gemeinschaften zu bilden, die die Meme des extremen Individualismus teilen. In Teilen der alternativen Szene ist etwas gewaltig schief gelaufen.

Seit langem gibt es Überschneidungen zwischen bestimmten New-Age- und rechtsextremen Ideen. Die Nazis begeisterten sich für Astrologie, heidnische Feste, ökologische Landwirtschaft, Waldschutz, ökologische Erziehung und Naturverehrung. Sie förderten die Homöopathie und die "Naturheilkunde" und lehnten Impfungen tendenziell ab. Wir sollten uns dieser Geschichte bewusst sein, ohne jedoch dem, was Simon Schama den "obszönen Syllogismus" nennt, nachzugeben: die Idee, dass jeder, der New-Age-Glauben, alternative Medizin und Umweltschutz fördert, ein Nazi ist, weil die Nazis dies taten.

In den 1960er und 70er Jahren versuchten die europäischen Faschisten, sich selbst neu zu erfinden, indem sie die von den revolutionären Anarchisten entwickelten Themen aufgriffen. Sie fanden fruchtbaren Boden in Teilen der anarcho-primitivistischen und tiefenökologischen Bewegungen, die sie in Richtung "ethnischer Separatismus" und "indigene" Autonomie zu lenken versuchten.

Vieles von dem, was wir gegenwärtig sehen, ist jedoch neu. Vor ein paar Jahren wären Hippies mit Dreadlocks, die QAnon-Lügen verbreiten und über eine Verschwörung gegen Donald Trump murmeln, noch undenkbar gewesen. Heute sind die alten Grenzen weggebrochen, und die unterschiedlichsten Menschen sind für den Rechtsextremismus empfänglich geworden.

Die Anti-Impf-Bewegung ist ein äußerst effektiver Kanal für das Eindringen rechtsextremer Ideen in linke Gegenkulturen. Seit einigen Jahren bewegt sich die Anti-Impf-Bewegung zwischen der grünen Linken und der extremen Rechten. Trump hat damit geliebäugelt und den Anti-Vaxxer Robert F. Kennedy Jr. eingeladen, den Vorsitz einer "Kommission für Impfsicherheit und wissenschaftliche Integrität" zu übernehmen.

Anti-Impf-Überzeugungen überschneiden sich stark mit einer Anfälligkeit für Verschwörungstheorien. Diese Tendenz wurde durch Facebook-Algorithmen verstärkt, die Impfgegner zu rechtsextremen Verschwörungsgruppen leiten. In einigen Fällen wurden alte Verbindungen zwischen "Wellness"-Bewegungen und antisemitischer Paranoia wiederhergestellt. Die Vorstellung vom "souveränen Körper", der nicht chemisch verseucht ist, hat begonnen, sich mit der Angst zu vermischen, dass eine schattenhafte Kabale versucht, uns unserer Autonomie zu berauben.

Die Versuchung ist gross, dies zu überdenken, und wir sollten die Rolle der bloßen Idiotie nicht außer Acht lassen. Einige Anti-Vaxxer bezeichnen sich selbst als "Reinblüter", ein Begriff, der jedem, der auch nur annähernd mit der Geschichte des 20. Jahrhunderts vertraut ist, einen Schauer über den Rücken jagen sollte. Zu ihrer Verteidigung sei gesagt: Wenn sie nicht einmal Harry Potter richtig verstehen (Reinblüter nennen sich dort die Bösewichte), können wir nicht erwarten, dass sie ein Echo der Nürnberger Gesetze erkennen.

Ich glaube, dass diese Synthese von links-alternativen und rechten Kulturen durch Verzweiflung, Verwirrung und Verrat beschleunigt wurde. Nachdem sich die linken politischen Parteien mit der Macht der Konzerne arrangiert hatten, bemächtigte sich die Rechte der Sprache, die sie aufgegeben hatte. Steve Bannon und Dominic Cummings haben die linken Themen des Widerstands gegen die Macht der Eliten und der Wiedererlangung der Kontrolle über unser Leben auf brillante Weise neu interpretiert. Jetzt hat ein fast perfekter Sprachtausch stattgefunden. Parteien, die einst zur Linken gehörten, sprechen von Sicherheit und Stabilität, während die Rechten von Befreiung und Revolte sprechen.

Aber ich vermute, das hat auch etwas mit den Problemen zu tun, mit denen wir jetzt konfrontiert sind. Ein berechtigtes Misstrauen gegenüber den Eigeninteressen der großen Pharmaunternehmen kollidiert mit der Notwendigkeit von Massenimpfungen. Die Abriegelungen und anderen Maßnahmen, die erforderlich sind, um die Ausbreitung von Covid-19 zu verhindern, sind Massnahmen, die unter anderen Umständen zu Recht als politische Zwangsmassnahmen angesehen würden. Um der Pandemie, dem Klimazusammenbruch und dem Zusammenbruch der biologischen Vielfalt Einhalt zu gebieten, müssen weitreichende Vereinbarungen zwischen Regierungen getroffen werden - was für Bewegungen, die seit langem multilaterale Macht bekämpfen und das Lokale und Heimische betonen, schwer zu schlucken sein kann.

Wie gehen wir also mit dieser Situation um? Wie können wir unseren gegenkulturellen Wurzeln treu bleiben und gleichzeitig der Gegenkultur der Rechten widerstehen? Es gibt ein solides Hippie-Prinzip, das wir anstreben sollten: Ausgewogenheit.

Damit meine ich nicht die kompromittierte, unterwürfige Doktrin, die sich Zentrismus nennt und unweigerlich zu so extremen Ergebnissen wie dem Irakkrieg, endlosem Wirtschaftswachstum und ökologischer Katastrophe führt. Ich meine das Gleichgewicht zwischen konkurrierenden Werten, in dem der wahre Radikalismus zu finden ist: Vernunft und Wärme, Empirie und Empathie, Freiheit und Rücksichtnahme. Es ist dieses Gleichgewicht, das uns sowohl vor Kooptation als auch vor Extremismus bewahrt.

Auch wenn wir nach Einfachheit streben, müssen wir anerkennen, dass der menschliche Körper, die menschliche Gesellschaft und die natürliche Welt phänomenal komplex sind und nicht einfach verstanden werden können. Das Leben ist chaotisch. Körperliche und geistige Souveränität sind Illusionen. Es gibt keine reine Essenz; wir sind alle Schlammblüter. (Auch ein Begriff aus Harry Potter)

Erleuchtung jeglicher Art ist nur durch lange und entschlossene Auseinandersetzung mit den Erkenntnissen und Ideen anderer Menschen möglich. Selbstverwirklichung erfordert ständige Selbstbefragung. Wahre Freiheit erwächst aus dem Respekt vor anderen Menschen.

- George Monbiot ist Kolumnist des Guardian. Copyright, The Guardian, Manchester

Wie können wir unseren gegenkulturellen Wurzeln treu bleiben? Anti-vax-Demonstranten in London im September 2020. Foto: Guy Bell/REX/Shutterstock

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Today I would like to recommend another long read. It's an opinion piece in yesterday's Guardian that I think is worth considering. Other than that. Home office today. Everything is in the usual flow. __________________

It’s shocking to see so many leftwingers lured to the far right by conspiracy theories

By George Monbiot

It’s not just anti-vaxxers. The themes of resisting power and regaining control of our lives have been cynically repurposed

It’s an uncomfortable thing to admit, but in the countercultural movements where my sympathies lie, people are dropping like flies. Every few days I hear of another acquaintance who has become seriously ill with Covid, after proudly proclaiming the benefits of “natural immunity”, denouncing vaccines and refusing to take the precautions that apply to lesser mortals. Some have been hospitalized. Within these circles, which have for so long sought to cultivate a good society, there are people actively threatening the lives of others.

It’s not just anti-vax beliefs that have been spreading through these movements. On an almost daily basis I see conspiracy theories travelling smoothly from right to left. I hear right-on people mouthing the claims of white supremacists, apparently in total ignorance of their origins. I encounter hippies who once sought to build communities sharing the memes of extreme individualism. Something has gone badly wrong in parts of the alternative scene.

There has long been an overlap between certain new age and far-right ideas. The Nazis embraced astrology, pagan festivals, organic farming, forest conservation, ecological education and nature worship. They promoted homeopathy and “natural healing”, and tended to resist vaccination. We should be aware of this history, but without indulging what Simon Schama calls the “obscene syllogism”: the idea that because the Nazis promoted new age beliefs, alternative medicine and ecological protection, anyone who does so is a Nazi.

In the 1960s and 70s, European fascists sought to reinvent themselves, using themes developed by revolutionary anarchists. They found fertile ground in parts of the anarcho-primitivist and deep ecology movements, which they tried to steer towards notions of “ethnic separatism” and “indigenous” autonomy.

But much of what we are seeing at the moment is new. A few years ago, dreadlocked hippies spreading QAnon lies and muttering about a conspiracy against Donald Trump would have seemed unthinkable. Today, the old boundaries have broken down, and the most unlikely people have become susceptible to rightwing extremism.

The anti-vaccine movement is a highly effective channel for the penetration of far-right ideas into leftwing countercultures. For several years, anti-vax has straddled the green left and the far right. Trump flirted with it, at one point inviting the anti-vaxxer Robert F Kennedy Jr to chair a “commission on vaccination safety and scientific integrity”.

Anti-vax beliefs overlap strongly with a susceptibility to conspiracy theories. This tendency has been reinforced by Facebook algorithms directing vaccine-hesitant people towards far-right conspiracy groups. Ancient links between “wellness” movements and antisemitic paranoia have in some cases been re-established. The notion of the “sovereign body”, untainted by chemical contamination, has begun to fuse with the fear that a shadowy cabal is trying to deprive us of autonomy.

There’s a temptation to overthink this, and we should never discount the role of sheer bloody idiocy. Some anti-vaxxers are now calling themselves “purebloods”, a term that should send a chill through anyone even vaguely acquainted with 20th-century history. In their defense, however, if they can’t even get Harry Potter right (purebloods is what the bad guys call themselves), we can’t expect them to detect an echo of the Nuremberg laws.

I believe this synthesis of left-alternative and rightwing cultures has been accelerated by despondency, confusion and betrayal. After leftish political parties fell into line with corporate power, the right seized the language they had abandoned. Steve Bannon and Dominic Cummings brilliantly repurposed the leftwing themes of resisting elite power and regaining control of our lives. Now there has been an almost perfect language swap. Parties that once belonged on the left talk about security and stability while those on the right talk of liberation and revolt.

But I suspect it also has something to do with the issues we now face. A justified suspicion about the self-interest of big pharma clashes with the need for mass vaccination. The lockdowns and other measures required to prevent Covid-19 spreading are policies which, in other circumstances, would rightly be seen as coercive political control. Curtailing the pandemic, climate breakdown and the collapse of biodiversity means powerful agreements struck between governments – which can be hard to swallow for movements that have long fought multilateral power while emphasizing the local and the homespun.

So how do we navigate this? How do we remain true to our countercultural roots while resisting the counterculture of the right? There’s a sound hippy principle that we should strive to apply: balance.

I don’t mean the compromised, submissive doctrine that calls itself centrism, which leads inexorably towards such extreme outcomes as the Iraq war, endless economic growth and ecological disaster. I mean the balance between competing values in which true radicalism is to be found: reason and warmth, empiricism and empathy, liberty and consideration. It is this balance that defends us from both co-option and extremism.

While we might seek simplicity, we need also to recognize that the human body, human society and the natural world are phenomenally complex, and cannot be easily understood. Life is messy. Bodily and spiritual sovereignty are illusions. There is no pure essence; we are all mudbloods.

Enlightenment of any kind is possible only through long and determined engagement with other people’s findings and other people’s ideas. Self-realization requires constant self-questioning. True freedom emerges from respect for other people.

George Monbiot is a Guardian columnist Copyright, The Guardian, Manchester

How do we remain true to our countercultural roots?’ Anti-vax protesters in London, in September 2020. Photograph: Guy Bell/REX/Shutterstock

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Hoy me gustaría recomendar otra lectura larga. Se trata de un artículo de opinión publicado ayer en The Guardian que pienso que merece ser considerado. Aparte de eso. La oficina en casa hoy. Todo está en el flujo habitual.

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Es chocante ver a tantos izquierdistas atraídos por la extrema derecha por las teorías de la conspiración

Por George Monbiot

No se trata sólo de los antivacunas. Los temas de la resistencia al poder y la recuperación del control de nuestras vidas se han reutilizado cínicamente.

Es incómodo admitirlo, pero en los movimientos contraculturales por los que siento simpatía, la gente está cayendo como moscas. Cada pocos días me entero de otro conocido que ha enfermado gravemente de Covid, después de proclamar con orgullo las bondades de la "inmunidad natural", denunciar las vacunas y negarse a tomar las precauciones que se aplican a los mortales menores. Algunos han sido hospitalizados. Dentro de estos círculos, que durante tanto tiempo han tratado de cultivar una buena sociedad, hay personas que amenazan activamente la vida de los demás.

No son sólo las creencias antivacunas las que se han extendido a través de estos movimientos. Casi a diario veo que las teorías conspirativas viajan sin problemas de la derecha a la izquierda. Oigo a personas íntegras que se hacen eco de las afirmaciones de los supremacistas blancos, aparentemente con total desconocimiento de sus orígenes. Me encuentro con hippies que una vez trataron de construir comunidades compartiendo los memes del individualismo extremo. Algo ha ido mal en algunas partes de la escena alternativa.

Hace tiempo que existe una coincidencia entre ciertas ideas de la nueva era y de la extrema derecha. Los nazis abrazaron la astrología, las fiestas paganas, la agricultura ecológica, la conservación de los bosques, la educación ecológica y el culto a la naturaleza. Promovían la homeopatía y la "curación natural", y solían resistirse a la vacunación. Debemos ser conscientes de esta historia, pero sin caer en lo que Simon Schama llama el "silogismo obsceno": la idea de que porque los nazis promovieron las creencias new age, la medicina alternativa y la protección ecológica, cualquiera que lo haga es un nazi.

En los años 60 y 70, los fascistas europeos trataron de reinventarse a sí mismos, utilizando temas desarrollados por los anarquistas revolucionarios. Encontraron un terreno fértil en partes de los movimientos anarco-primitivistas y de ecología profunda, a los que trataron de dirigir hacia nociones de "separatismo étnico" y autonomía "indígena".

Pero mucho de lo que estamos viendo en este momento es nuevo. Hace unos años, los hippies con rastas que difundían las mentiras de QAnon y murmuraban sobre una conspiración contra Donald Trump habrían parecido impensables. Hoy, las viejas fronteras se han roto, y las personas más inverosímiles se han vuelto susceptibles al extremismo de derechas.

El movimiento antivacunas es un canal muy eficaz para la penetración de las ideas de extrema derecha en las contraculturas de izquierda. Durante varios años, el antivacunas ha estado a caballo entre la izquierda verde y la extrema derecha. Trump coqueteó con ella, y en un momento dado invitó al antivacunas Robert F. Kennedy Jr. a presidir una "comisión sobre la seguridad de la vacunación y la integridad científica".

Las creencias antivacunas se solapan fuertemente con la susceptibilidad a las teorías conspirativas. Esta tendencia se ha visto reforzada por los algoritmos de Facebook que dirigen a las personas que dudan de las vacunas hacia los grupos de conspiración de extrema derecha. En algunos casos se han restablecido antiguos vínculos entre los movimientos de "bienestar" y la paranoia antisemita. La noción del "cuerpo soberano", no contaminado por los productos químicos, ha comenzado a fusionarse con el miedo a que una cábala en la sombra intente privarnos de autonomía.

Hay una tentación de pensar demasiado en esto, y nunca debemos descartar el papel de la pura y sangrienta idiotez. Algunos antivacunas se autodenominan "sangre pura", un término que debería provocar un escalofrío a cualquiera que conozca mínimamente la historia del siglo XX. En su defensa, sin embargo, si ni siquiera pueden acertar con Harry Potter (sangre pura es como se llaman los malos en Harry Potter), no podemos esperar que detecten un eco de las leyes de Nuremberg.

Creo que esta síntesis de las culturas de izquierda y derecha se ha acelerado por el desánimo, la confusión y la traición. Después de que los partidos políticos de izquierda se alinearan con el poder corporativo, la derecha se apoderó del lenguaje que habían abandonado. Steve Bannon y Dominic Cummings reutilizaron brillantemente los temas de la izquierda de resistir al poder de la élite y recuperar el control de nuestras vidas. Ahora se ha producido un intercambio de lenguaje casi perfecto. Los partidos que antes pertenecían a la izquierda hablan de seguridad y estabilidad, mientras que los de la derecha hablan de liberación y revuelta.

Pero sospecho que también tiene que ver con los problemas a los que nos enfrentamos ahora. Una justificada sospecha sobre los intereses propios de las grandes farmacéuticas choca con la necesidad de una vacunación masiva. Los cierres y otras medidas necesarias para evitar la propagación del Covid-19 son políticas que, en otras circunstancias, se verían con razón como un control político coercitivo. Para frenar la pandemia, la degradación del clima y el colapso de la biodiversidad hay que llegar a acuerdos poderosos entre los gobiernos, lo que puede ser difícil de digerir para los movimientos que llevan mucho tiempo luchando contra el poder multilateral y haciendo hincapié en lo local y lo casero.

Entonces, ¿cómo navegamos por esto? ¿Cómo nos mantenemos fieles a nuestras raíces contraculturales al tiempo que resistimos a la contracultura de la derecha? Hay un sólido principio hippie que deberíamos esforzarnos por aplicar: el equilibrio.

No me refiero a la doctrina comprometida y sumisa que se autodenomina centrismo, que conduce inexorablemente a resultados tan extremos como la guerra de Irak, el crecimiento económico sin fin y el desastre ecológico. Me refiero al equilibrio entre valores contrapuestos en el que se encuentra el verdadero radicalismo: razón y calidez, empirismo y empatía, libertad y consideración. Es este equilibrio el que nos defiende tanto de la cooptación como del extremismo.

Aunque busquemos la simplicidad, también debemos reconocer que el cuerpo humano, la sociedad humana y el mundo natural son fenomenalmente complejos y no pueden comprenderse fácilmente. La vida es desordenada. La soberanía corporal y espiritual son ilusiones. No hay una esencia pura; todos somos sangre de barro. (También una expresion de los cuentos de Harry Potter)

La iluminación de cualquier tipo sólo es posible a través de un largo y decidido compromiso con los descubrimientos de otras personas y las ideas de otras personas. La autorrealización requiere un autocuestionamiento constante. La verdadera libertad surge del respeto a los demás.

- George Monbiot es columnista de The Guardian Derechos de autor, The Guardian, Manchester

¿Cómo nos mantenemos fieles a nuestras raíces contraculturales? Manifestantes anti-vacunas en Londres, en septiembre de 2020. Fotografía: Guy Bell/REX/Shutterstock

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tlbodine · 5 years ago

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1970s: Murderous Kids Continued

Our fixation on murderous children (and contentious marriages) continues, with an additional pivot toward what I like to call “God save us from psychoanalysts” because boy let me tell you, mental health professionals have not been portrayed in a particularly great light in films thus far!

This week was a pair of films I’d never seen before.

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First off, The Brood (1979) by David Cronenberg.

Cronenberg is kind of the grand-daddy of body horror. I’m not sure if he fully invented the genre in film, but he sure did build on it in unique and horrifying ways. You might better know him for his later films Videodrome or The Fly.

Anyhoo, The Brood tells the story of a guy trying his best to take care of his daughter while his wife/ex-wife is locked up in a very intensive and experimental mental health program called “psychoplasmics,” through which patients apparently confront their problems with uncomfortably performative roleplay sessions. When the dad discovers bruises on his daughter’s back after visiting her mother, he becomes deeply concerned and goes to give the psychologist -- kind of a predatory quackpot, by all appearances -- a piece of his mind.

But things escalate quickly when the wife’s mother is attacked and killed in her home by a strange, malformed goblin-child. These attacks continue and escalate while the father delves deeper into understanding psychoplasmics and how all of it is deeply, horrifyingly connected.

Hard to say for certain what it’s about, in the end. Is it a misogynistic take on the evilness of women and the dangers of female pain and empowerment? Or is it a critical look at the way that men in power weaponize a woman’s trauma against her? The story’s bleak ending suggests there are no good answers, however you look at it.

I will say this for The Brood: I didn’t see any of it coming. That was a wild ride from beginning to end. As always, Cronenberg’s body horror effects are the star of the show and hold up to modern viewing in a way that only practical effects can. The score is quite effective, too, the film music debut of Howard Shore (who you might know as “that guy who did the music for LOTR”).

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Next up was Alice, Sweet Alice, directed by Alfred Sole in 1976.

The premise: There are two sisters, Alice and Karen. Everybody loves Karen because she’s sweet and pretty. Everybody hates Alice because she’s weird and quiet and angry all the time. When Karen is brutally murdered on the day of her first communion, Alice is the obvious suspect...but what if she wasn’t actually the one responsible?

In the hands of a different director, and with a script that made a bit more sense, this concept could have been really interesting. I actually kind of hope this movie gets remade at some point because the core ideas are cool -- ideas about whether we doom our children by rushing to label them in certain ways, ideas about religion and sin and whether maybe those labels doom us too, ideas about how families in pain receive scorn or distrust or abuse from the people who should be giving them sympathy and aid.

Like I said, this movie could have successfully explored those things.

But it...doesn’t, really. Mostly it’s an over-long snooze-fest punctuated with the occasionally accidentally-comedic murder scene and a plot more twisted and convoluted than a ratking’s tail. It makes use of the “masked killer” trope to mislead its audience in a hamfisted way, it’s hard to keep all of the characters straight, and motives are really never addressed or understood in any way that makes sense. Also, unnervingly, people keep bizarrely sexualizing young Alice -- from the creepy landlord who tries to molest her, to the police interrogators who fixate on her breasts, to the hamfisted discussion of her menstruation -- and it’s not clear at all that this is supposed to be serving the narrative in any particular way.

I’m really not sure at all how any of these pieces are meant to fit together or why the choices were made the way they were.

Although, in my quest to better understand this film, I learned that it was the filmmaker’s second movie -- his first being an erotic film called Deep Sleep, which was confiscated for obscenity and became center of a major scandal (also, please do read that article because it’s wild, there is no way I can summarize this scenario in a brief sentence that will do it justice). After Alice, Sweet Alice, he made another adult film called Tanya’s Island, which has this description:

Tanya (Vanity) is a female model who lives with her boyfriend Lobo (Richard Sargent), a surrealist painter who is extremely violent. Subjected to Lobo's constant abuse, Tanya dreams of escaping to a desert island, and her dream comes true. The only other person on her island is an enormous blue-eyed man-ape (played by Don McLeod and voiced by Donny Burns) who emerged from one of Lobo's paintings. Tanya befriends the beast and nicknames him "Blue." Soon she begins to feels a strange attraction to the creature, which makes Lobo increasingly jealous in the real world. He becomes determined to capture the man-ape and put it in a cage.

Which seems kind of promising, actually, until you watch the trailer:

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...Yeah.

Sole made one more movie, Pandemonium, which was a horror-parody with the tag-line, “Finally, a movie that is totally taste-free,” so maybe by this point Sole was realizing that his artistic vision was never going to jibe with the public at larger.

Amusingly enough, he turned away from directing and started working in production design, and still works as a production designer on TV shows like Castle, so, hey, good for him honestly.

(Another fun fact: This movie was the film debut of young Brooke Shields, who soon after would get a more robust role as...uh....a child prostitute in Pretty Baby. What the fuck even were the 1970s).

Anyway. You can skip this movie, but I’m glad that watching it gave me a reason to research this filmmaker a bit because the deeper I look the more batshit insane everything about this becomes.

#horror by the decade #horror through the decades #horror movies #the brood #alice sweet alice #what the fuck were those movies #i have questions

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sheriddleston · 6 years ago

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00q amnesia au because i’m cliche like that

A/N: tfw you get tired of exams and decide to try to be creative again and dust off something from 007 fest this year as a snippet you will never expand on again :P

The sight of the flat left Q with the same sort of déjà vu feeling he’d been having since he first opened his eyes in the hospital. The flat looked nice, far nicer than anything he ever remembered – or even anything he could see himself living in. The décor was heavy on pastel colours and minimalistic in a way that made Q’s skin prickle; only the obscenely wealthy could choose to have so little. Not for the first time, Q wondered just who he’d gotten involved with.

Nevertheless there was recognition there, like hearing an obscure song on the radio years later.

Before he could dwell too much on it though, he heard a jingling sound to his right and something darted out of the bedroom door- something dark, fast and furry-

“Ginger!” Q instinctively dropped to his knees and gathered up the ball of fur in his arms. “Oh and Blue!” he exclaimed at the second cat slinking out after the first.

They purred affectionately, rubbing up against his thighs and Q couldn’t help the delighted laugh that burst out of him. Clearly, they’d missed him.

A soft noise from behind had him turning his head towards the door. Oh right. He’d almost forgotten -hah, forgotten! How silly of him. Bond.

The man in question had finished with the extremely complex-looking lock to the flat and was now gazing at Q with an inscrutable look on his face. His body language was as closed off as ever, hands shoved into his pockets.

“What?” Q asked almost defensively. Ginger nipped at his finger.

“You remember the cats,” Bond said dryly. He might have even looked a little amused. “Even the new one.” Startled, Q looked back at the cats clawing at him and realized it was true. He did. He remembered the cats, the way Blue liked to be cuddled while Ginger was a biter. He remembered the cats he hadn’t even known he’d had- but evidently not his job or his flat or his co-workers or his husband.

Christ, what a mess. Q could feel himself flushing as he averted his gaze. “Sorry,” he mumbled. Although what for, he couldn’t really say. He didn’t ask to be bashed over the head so hard that he’d actually forgotten almost all of his adult life and everyone in it, vague university recollections aside. He wasn’t willfully forgetting anything thank you very much and it’s not like Bond had been much help in the matter.

Ever since it’d become clear in the hospital that he had no idea who anyone was, that the memories that he did have were more scattered than the pieces of a toddler’s Lego set, Bond –apparently his fucking husband- hadn’t ever been in the same room alone with him or spoken more than a handful of sentences.

If anything, his rock had been Eve, who’d taken to explaining things to him patiently and shooting Bond dirty looks whenever the man ducked out of the hospital room.

“He’s a bit emotionally constipated, that one,” she’d said apologetically. “Don’t worry, he’ll get over it soon enough.” And the look on her face had told Q that if he didn’t, Eve would make him. Q hoped so because he wasn’t sure how exactly he could tell, but he got the feeling that Bond had been drinking. And often.

Bond let out a sigh, dragging Q’s thoughts back to the present. “It’s fine,” he said and Q felt a spark of annoyance light up inside. Of course it was bloody fine. Q knew it was fine, Bond’s the one who had all the problems with Q right now. “Go wash up,” Bond waved a hand through the air. “I’ll…make us dinner.”

There were a million things Q could say, a million sharp things that let Bond know exactly how he was feeling. But the slump in Bond’s shoulders as he walked over to the fridge made Q pause. In the end he decided to say nothing at all and quietly headed to the bathroom. Ginger and Blue followed at his heels. Whatever relief he’d felt at their arrival had evaporated, only to be replaced with the near-constant doubt.

The moment of privacy in the bathroom gave him a moment to think, to piece together all the oddities and soothe the frayed edges of his nerves. His head throbbed dully behind his eyes; blunt force trauma wasn’t going to be easy to shake off.

He wasn’t obligated to remain here, he reminded himself. He could leave. He had to have money for himself right? And he was fairly certain Eve would help him. Sort-of certain. This was…a trial run of sorts. Familiar surroundings to help him remember and all that. And the man was his fucking husband. He was supposed to be with family. So then why did he feel so off-kilter?

When he made it back to the kitchen, Bond was cutting up vegetables on the counter. Despite himself, Q took a moment to admire the way the muscles of his back shifted. At least the bloke was drop dead fucking gorgeous. Q apparently had quite the taste in men.

Bond looked up at that moment, as though sensing Q’s thoughts, then smirked when he caught Q’s gaze. He could feel himself flushing again, embarrassment coursing hotly through him. He bloody hated it, how he seemed to be such a complete open book to everyone he met now. Q never did well under pressure so perhaps his next words could be excused.

“You’re not all some sort of great big crime family, are you?” he blurted out.

“What?” Oh good. Bond looked genuinely confused. That was promising. Unless he was a very, very good faker which could very well be in the realm of possibilities. He carefully put down the knife to face Q, who tried not to gulp. “What makes you think that?”

“Well it’s just,” Q waved a hand around in the air for emphasis. “The way you lot are. The way you move, the locks in this place, all the secrecy about my job. Something’s very…shady about it. I mean, look at me! I got hit over the head! Deliberately! I don’t know how common attempted murder is but this isn’t exactly filling me with a lot of confidence. I don’t know who I am, or what I do or anything beyond this is your husband and those are your friends. It kind of...makes me wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.”

Q wasn’t made for keeping still and quiet and after an age of listening and nodding and trying to gather data, all of it just spilled forth from his mouth, without his permission. God, he thought as Bond’s blue eyes roamed across his face, he’d said too much. Now they were going to decide he was too much trouble and dump him in the Thames.

No, he reasoned. They wouldn’t dump him. They spent too much effort rehabilitating him to just cut him loose for a few questions now…where the fuck were these thoughts even coming from? Was this normal?

“Can’t keep anything from you huh?” Bond mused, almost to himself. He looked wistful, fond, and something twisted in Q’s gut at the sight. It was so very rare that Bond didn’t keep himself carefully controlled around him. “You’ve always been too smart for your own good.”

…Never mind, the Thames seemed more likely right around now.

“Would you stay?” Bond asked, suddenly taking a few steps forward. Something in his steely blue eyes made Q’s heart lurch into his throat; like coloured liquid nitrogen, cold but burning in its intensity. “If I told you to take us in good faith and trust us? Without asking any more questions?”

“I…” Q wanted to say no because what the fuck? What the actual fuck, his heart was thudding like a jackhammer. But…impossibly, he also wanted to say yes. And not, funnily enough, because of what might happen to him if he refused but because of the look in his eyes. Q remembered that. When the extent of Q’s memory loss had become clear. The quiet sort of devastation on Bond’s face, the way he looked shattered open. Those few moments where Q felt like he was looking at a person and not an actor. “I…”

Bond let out a sigh, leaning back on the kitchen counter. To Q, it seemed like he was deliberating something. There was a pause where nothing happened, time seemed suspended- then Bond met his eyes again.

“MI6,” he said.

“Huh?”

“MI6,” he repeated carefully. “I work for MI6, as a field agent. You work -or worked, I suppose- for them as well. Before. You were far up in the food chain. Obviously, the information regarding your little accident is sensitive. With your memory compromised we weren’t sure how much we should tell you.”

Oh. Ohhh. That- That made sense actually. Potentially. “A field agent? As in, a spy? For MI6?”

“Commander James Bond of the Royal Naval Reserve,” Bond confirmed, and he didn’t snap a salute or anything but there was a practiced ease in his voice. Q thought back to Tanner’s firm stance, Eve’s polished everything. The suits and the secrecy. If Bond was an MI6 agent, then Q was, what? A co-worker?

“Are we really even married?” Q wondered aloud, uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Or have you just been assigned to babysit me while I recover?”

Bond made a strangled noise and oh, there it was again. The devastation. Fuck. The roiling in his gut intensified. “We’re married,” Bond affirmed quietly and turned away.

Q was struck by the sudden, intense need to make it okay again.

“So,” he said, desperately casting around for a topic. Luckily, amnesia made it an easy search. “So, we were co-workers then? Isn’t there supposed to be rules against this sort of thing?”

“…There are,” Bond replied, still looking away. “We didn’t care.”

Huh, how interesting. That sounded…almost romantic. An illicit office relationship, spies and the Secret Service- all very noir-esque. And for the second time that night, Q let his mouth run away from him. “That sounds kind of hot, actually.”

There was a pause in which both Bond and Q took the time to process Q’s statement properly. And then possibly the wildest thing happened since Q had woken up in this confusing world. Bond laughed. It burst forth like it was surprised out of him- and to be fair, it most likely was- one hand going to the counter to steady himself. The sound was deep and seemed to curl inside Q’s ribcage and settle there.

Bond looked up at him, the mirth in his eyes made them softer, made the lines in his face deepen and the corners crinkle-

Oh, Q thought helplessly as his insides fluttered about. Things were starting to make much more sense now. It looked like he was sticking around after all. There was no possible way he could leave now.

“Well,” he told Bond, brusquely, all business now. “Since you’ve already told me the big secret, I suppose there’s really no point keeping hush anymore is there? You had better start from the beginning.”

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letterboxd · 6 years ago

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Yes, SXSW, Yes.

Of all the film festivals in the world, SXSW has the highest annual number of Letterboxd members in attendance. (Shout out to the Austin Film Society, whose members are O.G. Letterboxd fans.)

With the festival having just wrapped up, we’ve stalked your ranked lists, reviews and ratings to boldly announce an official top 10 of narrative features that had world premieres at SXSW 2019.

(For comparison, see last year’s top 10, featuring several films that went on to have a decent shelf-life, including A Quiet Place and Thunder Road, which is finally rolling out to cinemas in the UK, NZ and Australia over the next few months.)

Without further ado, and with on-the-ground audience reportage from our West Coast correspondent Dominic Corry, we present our Top 10 SXSW Premieres for 2019:

Booksmart Directed by Olivia Wilde

Unquestionably the most talked about film of the festival, Olivia Wilde’s directorial debut, based on a script that has been floating around for a while (it appeared on the Black List, a list of the hottest unproduced screenplays in Hollywood, in 2009), seemed to absolutely, happily destroy its audience. According to Elle, the coming-of-age tale is “a whipsmart and genuinely heartwarming film”, while also being “vulgar and obscene in nature”.

Booksmart was one of two well received SXSW films (alongside Good Boys) for which Superbad (2007) is a clear touchstone. Close observers will note that Beanie Feldstein, who stars in Booksmart alongside Kaitlyn Dever (and is one of our Lady Bird faves), is Superbad star Jonah Hill’s sister.

Us Directed by Jordan Peele

SXSW’s reputation as a taste-maker for genre films was recognized this year by Jordan Peele, who selected it as the launch pad for his eagerly anticipated follow-up to the phenomenon that was 2017’s Get Out. Letterboxd member Tasha Robinson says the film is “arguably scarier” than Get Out, while David Ehrlich counters that the film is “a lot funnier than it is frightening—a horror movie for a world in which real life is scary enough on its own”.

The Peanut Butter Falcon Directed by Tyler Nilson, Michael Schwartz / Winner: Narrative Spotlight Audience Award

Shia LaBeouf, who’s having a hell of a year so far, co-stars in this Mark Twain-referencing drama as a minor outlaw/crab fisherman attempting to help Zak (Zack Gottsagen), a man with Down syndrome, get to a wrestling academy after the latter absconds from the nursing home where he lives. Tom Grey called it “a touching, charming and nice little film to watch, with strong performances and a lovely relationship between Shia LaBeouf and Zack Gottsagen”.

The Art of Self-Defense Written and directed by Riley Stearns

Stearns’ heavily stylized follow-up to 2014’s Faults stars Jesse Eisenberg as a meek office drone who gets mugged and seeks self-empowerment guidance from a karate sensei named… Sensei (a revelatory Alessandro Nivola). Guaranteed, if not outright designed, to be divisive, it combines deathly dark humor with unexpected jolts of violence while examining the extremes of modern masculinity. Your Letterboxd correspondent is still getting his head around this one. Jacob Knight perhaps said it best when he wrote the following: “Cobra Kai got wild after they let Yorgos Lanthimos start directing episodes”. We spoke to Stearns about the film at SXSW—keep an eye out for that interview closer to the film’s general release.

Alice Directed by Josephine Mackerras / Winner: Narrative Feature Grand Jury Award

Mackerras’ French-language film took the top narrative prize at SXSW, and it’s being praised for its honest depiction of a woman who turns to prostitution after her husband’s addiction to escorts leaves her and her child penniless. Garrett McDowell says the film “offers an acute examination of a motherhood as well as systemic and social gender disparity”.

Yes, God, Yes Written and directed by Karen Maine

Karen Maine has expanded her 2017 short film of the same title into a feature-length “massive home run”, according to Kelley. “It’s quick-witted and hysterical and infuriating and all-too-relatable for an incalculable amount of people.”

Villains Directed by Dan Berk, Robert Olsen

Maika Monroe (It Follows) and Bill Skarsgård (revealing a very different side to the one he showcased as Pennywise in It) star in this twisty thriller as a pair of young criminals on the run who get in over their heads when seeking refuge in a seemingly normal suburban home. For Jack, it was “the biggest surprise of the fest—witty, entertaining and surprisingly heartfelt”. Elle called it “a truly stylish and sleek caper dramedy”. Stay tuned for an interview with directors Dan Berk and Robert Olsen, right here, very soon.

Extra Ordinary Directed by Mike Ahern, Enda Loughman

This Irish comedy starring Maeve Higgins (and Will Forte as… a satanist) “powers on with such confidence and vision and never breaks it for anything”, according to Andrew. “Taika Waititi meets Yorgos Lanthimos,” writes Griffin.

Saint Frances Directed by Alex Thompson / Winner: Narrative Feature Audience Award

Like Alice, a fellow winner in the Narrative Feature section, Saint Frances seeks to portray the societal pressures faced by women that often go unacknowledged in cinema. Kelly O’Sullivan (who also wrote the film) stars as Bridget, who accepts a job nannying the titular six-year-old (Ramona Edith-Williams) after undergoing an abortion. “Delightful, even when melancholic. Ramona Edith-Williams is a star in the making,” writes Andy.

Boyz in the Wood Directed by Ninian Doff / Winner: Midnighters Audience Award

Teenage boys on a hike in the Scottish Highlands come under perilous threat in this SXSW favorite that Leon Brill calls “a fun romp through the highlands with a little bit of horror for sport”. William Lindus adds: “The laughs are great, the drug trip sequences are bonkers, and the characters surprisingly endearing”. Josh H must also be recognized for his characterization of the film as “The Hills Have Ayes”.

Honorable mentions

Seth Rogen/Charlize Theron rom-com Long Shot, the Seth Rogen-produced ‘Superbad for 12-year-olds’ Good Boys, and Harmony Korine’s The Beach Bum, in which Matthew McConnaughey reverts to his early-2000s persona, all received positive notices at the fest, which is famous for the generosity of its comedy audiences.

Most divisive

At the time of writing, Daniel Isn’t Real, which sounds like a combination of Drop Dead Fred and American Psycho, had received the widest spectrum of ratings and reviews, which excites us. “As much of a mind bender as they come… H.P. Lovecraft would be proud” writes SlasherReviews. “Some interesting effects and a cool use of color in the cinematography but boy were there a whole bunch of lens flares,” adds Nick. Daniel Isn’t Real won the Excellence in Poster Design award at the SXSW Film Awards (designed by the legendary Jock from 4twenty).

How we picked

Because the number of Letterboxd members who were a) at SXSW, b) managed to get to multiple screenings, and c) rated and/or reviewed those films was variable, we compiled this list based on world premiere status, ratings, reviews, tags, appearances in lists, awards received and general noise (on social media and elsewhere) from our community.

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