#so i don't post this rubbish everywhere

[atalienart]

I don't know what I'm doing with my life, don't mind me. I guess I'm procrastinating writing another chapter. Do you know any similar memes for procrastination purposes?

[m-jelly]

Hewwo ❤️

How do you think Levi would be with a S/O who’s a little messy and can’t keep up with his cleaning and organising habits?

Hellooo cheesy 💕

So, I don't think modern Levi would have as serious as a cleaning habit as canon world Levi. Why? Because he's not in the underground city. The underground city was like the middle ages with filth everywhere and he kept things clean for health reasons. Getting sick in the AOT world often meant you weren't going to make it. So he did it for the sake of his friends and family.

Modern Levi would maybe grow up poor or lower class, maybe middle class I dunno. However, what I do know is he would like to clean but not to the extremes as before. Modern medicine means people can survive and he would have the lastest cleaning thing. He wouldn't make sure everything is spotless but a good amount of clean.

If you're a bit messy he'd find it a bit cute and wouldn't mind cleaning up after you. He knows you don't do it on purpose and you do try hard, but sometimes you get distracted and you don't get something done. That's okay. He loves you so much. He also wouldn't touch your organised mess piles or drawers because he knows if he does you could get upset and panic about where your things are.

Levi is likely to buy you organised things, so little cute compartments for everything. He'd make cleaning fun too and he'd have fun with you. He'd make an adorable little list of things that could be done and certain days but he'd do most of it. He'd show you how to do things but only if you ask.

If you need extra help with reminders he'd leave those adorable post-it notes everywhere. So, the kind with cute animals on or hearts just to help you along. Levi would never ever get mad at you because he understands he does like cleaning and not everyone is like him.

All Levi asks for is you don't take the piss. Respect him and what he likes to do. And don't be incredibly messy like leaving food around on plates, like a mass number and cups too and rubbish. Basically don't be some sort of garbage demon. 😂

Levi loves you for you. So, it's okay if you're a little messy or disorganised. He loves that about you and thinks your cute. He'll help you if you want it 💕

[here-have-some-stories]

Just Need Time

Their house was a mess. Books scattered everywhere, clothes lazily draped across couches and empty food packets and rubbish laying on the ground like it lived there. They knew it wasn’t a good state to live in, but they couldn’t bring themselves to clean it. It wasn’t that they were lazy, no. It was simply because they couldn’t find the energy or motivation to do it. They didn’t have much motivation to do anything anymore, even simple tasks such as going out to buy food, going for a walk and sometimes even basic hygiene. There were days where they couldn’t even find the motivation to get out of bed. 

They hated that they couldn’t do anything, felt guilty that sometimes they would have to rely on other people for help. But they needed help, they knew that. Needed help to get out of this mess their life had been in recently, both figuratively and literally, but they needed to make the first move. For the first time in weeks, they picked up the phone and dialled the number people had been recommending for a while.  

The conversation only lasted ten minutes, but it was enough time to schedule the appointment that would be the first stepping-stone towards getting their life back on track. They felt proud of themselves. It had been one phone call, but it was the start to something healthier. Feeling slightly better about themselves, they picked up the phone a second time and scrolled down their contacts, selecting another number. A friend's number. 

“I did it,” they said as a way of greeting once their friend picked up. 

“Did what?” Their friend asked curiously, surprise at being called lacing their voice. 

“I scheduled an appointment. I’m getting therapy and I’m getting help.” 

They could hear the relief and delight in their friend's voice as they replied, “And I’ll be there supporting you.” 

And it was at that moment that they finally realised that with time, they would be alright. 

Although I have had bad mental health, mine has never been bad enough where I don't have motivation to do much, so once again, like the last piece I did, if anything about this is wrong please tell me. This was another prompt that I got given that I decided to post because why the fuck not. I had to write a statement of intent for this so if you would be interested in reading that just ask and I can post it. It might help to understand the story and my meaning more. I hope you liked it, and it is only now that I'm realising how short it is and now I'm worried about it being too short for my teacher. Oops. Anyways bye. -Kenickie

[thatslytherinqueen]

Ffs getting fed up with seeing so my shit on my dash is blowing up suddenly for some reason about people being transphobic if the love the wizarding world and Harry Potter all because they think Jk Rowling is transphobic when In fact she's expressing her women's rights that's what it is.... also I haven't seen any kind of evidence yet that she's funding transphobic charities yet? Stop believing everything you read online....ffs...and stop being drama queens... shoving it down our throats every five minutes. But now they're going as far as attacking the fans of the wizarding world and Harry Potter in general... stop. Let people enjoy things and get on with there lives. And you get on with yours and whatever you wanna fight for but stop forcing people to go along with your bs..... I'm never giving up my passion for the wizarding world. I'll stay in my own little bubble of it just leave me and people alone because I'm getting pissed off of seeing it everywhere. This world in my honest opinion has gone complete fucking nuts! Tired of seeing it all now!!!! If anyone can recommend how I can turn off these kinda annoying posts please tell me! I wanna ignore it and carry on with my damn life or I'm gonna have to take a breather for a few days. Can't deal with hot headed people accusing others of being transphobic for loving the Harry Potter random... urgh please fuck off... BTW I accept everyone for whom they're because ya know I'm nice like that and I'm a female... but you don't know me personally to assume shit. Stop this rubbish you fighting a battle that won't get anywhere anyways.

[cncermoon]

all in my head

posted on ao3 and ffn

written for the #severalsunlitdaylights challenge by @ginwiz

prompt — to use lyric as dialogue

It was before the match started. Ron was off messing with Fred and George, which was perfect because I had an elaborate plan to get back at him for embarrassing me in front of Harry back at the Burrow–and it involved me, a jar of flobberworms, and Ron's pillow. So while those three were out of the way I snuck into their tent and quickly got rid of Dad, telling him some rubbish about Ludo Bagman asking for him.

Once the tent was clear I got to work, opening the jar of those nasty buggers – only then I realised I had no clue which bed was supposed to be Ron's. I couldn't very well mess that up. It would be cruel to do it to my dad; to pull such a prank on Fred or George would be as well as painting a target on my forehead for the entire school year; and there was no way I'd take a chance sealing flobberworms in Harry's pillowcase.

Lucky for me, their tent was much bigger and Harry and Ron got their own room, so as soon as I figured out which one was theirs–which wasn't hard, really, because there was a Viktor Krum bobblehead lying on the ground–I only had to figure out which bed was Harry's and which was Ron's. And they each had one of Bill and Charlie's old rucksacks Mum gave us to pack our stuff in, so fast as I could, I moved to the one on the left, pulled it open and carefully sifted through what was in there.

It became very clear very quickly that that was not Ron's stuff in there. I help Mum out with the laundry all the time, and those were most definitely not Ron's boxers. Only then I realised that meant I was touching Harry Potter's boxers and froze up a little.

That's when it happened –

I heard a voice say, "Ginny?"

I was mortified. I jumped probably a foot in the air and pulled my hands back so quickly the jar of flobberworms went flying everywhere. And there, standing in the doorway, hair still wet from a shower, stood Harry.

I could feel my cheeks turn red, and of course I became a stuttering mess. "Harry! I…you…what are you doing here?"

And then his eyebrows rose up way above his glasses and he gave me this look, because I was the one out of place. But he didn't look upset or anything. More like entertained. Or curious.

"Right," I said before he said anything to make me even more scarlet. "This is your bed. Well, I can explain."

"Sure. Go on then." He said it almost like a challenge, like he didn't believe I could.

My chin raised and I told him, "I was looking for Ron's bed. I wasn't sure which one was yours or which one was his. This was just bad luck and bad timing."

And then he smiled, and I had to look away because it felt like I couldn't look directly at it or I would literally burst into flames.

"Bad luck and bad timing," he repeated. "That's like the motto of my life."

I laughed, then realised I had no bloody idea what to say next, and it got a bit awkward for a second. Then he pointed out, "the worms?"

I'd completely forgotten about the blasted worms. "Oh. Right. Well, those were for Ron as well. I'm getting back at him." I looked around the room and discovered they'd gone everywhere by now, slugging all over the place looking all disgusting. I asked, "you wouldn't happen to have learned to do a decent summoning charm yet, would you?"

Harry shook his head. "Not yet, no."

"Wonderful," I muttered, and got down on my hands and knees and started picking each of them up and putting them back in the jar. I expected Harry to grab whatever it is he'd come to his room for then go back to Ron, but a few moments later he was also on his knees picking up worms.

"You don't have to," I told him, my voice softer than I meant for it to be.

He shook his head. "It's no problem. So, er, what did Ron do to you?"

I made sure to duck my head low enough so he couldn't see me blush again.

"None of your business," I blurted before it registered who I was talking to. I looked up quickly, horrified. "I'm sorry! That was rude, I didn't mean–"

He started laughing. "No, I suppose it's not. Must have been something really bad to warrant flobberworms, though."

"He definitely deserves it," I affirmed.

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Put them in his pillowcase. Either he'll feel them moving and feel properly disgusted, and not be able to sleep without feeling the things move underneath him ever again, or he won't notice until after they've died and start stinking up his pillow and he'll have to come to terms with the fact that he'd been cozying up to flobberworms for Merlin knows how long."

"That's…brilliant. Evil, but brilliant."

"Thank you."

We'd finished gathering up all the flobberworms – at least all the ones in sight – by then, so we both stood up, and before I could lose my nerve I said, "Would you do me one more favour before you leave?"

"Sure," he replied, shifting on his feet.

"Hold this." I handed him the jar and walked over to Ron's bed, snatching up his pillow and unzipping the pillow case.

My heart beating unreasonably fast, I walked back over to stand in front of him and held open the pillowcase with my hands.

"Pour," I instructed.

Harry frowned. "Why me?"

"I'm making you my accomplice," I explained honestly. "That way I know you won't tattle on me."

He looked at me in this way then. It was like – before, when he came into the room and caught me snooping through his things, he seemed intrigued by the situation. But this time it looked more like he was interested in me. Like I was the thing he was trying to figure out.

Ginny looked up at Hermione from her place on the floor, drawing in a deep breath from her rambling of every single detail of her encounter with Harry. "And, I don't know, it just felt different. More solid somehow."

She waited a few minutes before she said anything else; then, head in her hands, she peered at Hermione through her fingers. "What do you think? Am I reading too much into this? If it's all in my head tell me now."

Hermione looked at her chewing contemplatively at her bottom lip.

"I think it might be," she said finally, her face screwed up with what looked like hesitation and a little bit of pity. Ginny never felt so pathetic. "I don't want to give you false hope!" she quickly followed up with, like she needed to explain herself. "Harry's so nice and understanding and so grateful to your family, I can't see him ever not being polite to you."

"Great. So Harry feels obligated to be nice to me because he's best mates with my brother and my dad brought him to the World Cup. How…humbling."

"Well…there is a but."

"But?"

"But. This time was different. You were more your normal, mischievous, confident self. Instead of letting the shyness swallow you up."

Ginny let her hands swallow her face again. "I hate that I get like that! I don't understand, it never happens to me otherwise!"

"But not this time."

"That was pure survival instinct, trust me. He caught me elbow-deep in his underwear."

Hermione tried and failed to stifle a giggle with her shoulder. "I'm sorry!" she cried at the look Ginny gave her, then erupted into giggles again. "I'm imagining his face when he saw you. He was probably so confused."

"His face! Mine turned another colour entirely!"

"My point is – survival instinct or not, you were just a little more yourself for once and you got his attention rather well. Maybe he liked what he saw."

Ginny let that thought wash over her in another rush of heat throughout her body.

"It was…nicer. And after I said the thing about making him my accomplice, he said, "And get on your bad side? I wouldn't dream of it." And then I said, "good," and then he said, "Okay, well talk to you later, Ginny," before he left, which is normal enough but normally he says "See you later, Ginny," so that's progress isn't it?"

"Exactly," Hermione grinned. "More focus on acting like Ginny, less focus on what's going on through Harry's head."

"That should be easy here, at least. Hard to think about Harry when some of the world's best quidditch players are flying right in front of you."

Hermione, she knew, did not share the all-encompassing fascination with quidditch, but nodded her head in agreement anyway. "Precisely. Shall we get going then? I'm surprised your dad hasn't sent a search party for you yet."

"Yeah," Ginny complied, climbing to her feet. "Let's go see if Fred and George took my suggestion for their betting."

"Suggestion?"

"Yeah. Krum gets the Snitch but Ireland wins."

"Risky bet."

"That's why I'm having Fred and George do all the money-wagering."

It was easy after that to get lost in the excitement of the upcoming match, and Ginny didn't even need to try that hard not to pinpoint all her attention on Harry.

Though there was really only so much she could do, and try as she might, she could not dismiss the idea that maybe, just maybe, Harry had liked what he saw.

[heartsoftruth]

I know you like Kylian and I used to really like him as well even when he was at Monaco, still have a soft spot for him really but let’s not act like he hasn’t been behaving like a total brat since Messi came to PSG. First with Neymar finding out he wanted him out and all the South Americans out of the team?! Then him posting #pivotgang, him deliberately not passing to Messi& Ney and stopping, complaining during the match. Then after Messi won a major tourney you come out to say trash about SA football when both your teammates are the faces of the biggest NTs in South America! That is so not fair at all whether people think what he said is fact or not, you don’t rubbish your teammates nation, continent like that. Nah he has really been disappointing last few months. Just thankful he was at least able to salvage his relationship with Giroud after the rubbish he did trying to take Benzema’s side. He is a great player but he needs to calm down with his attitude, which is why I don’t want him to go to Madrid cause his attitude will get worse there I think 🤷🏾‍♀️. I wish him all the success but the way he has acted towards neymar and Messi in particular when he’s even still trying to settle down with the team, a new country etc just doesn’t sit well with me. Sorry for the long rant and enjoy the holidays!

First of all (and most important): I wish you happy holidays as well! Enjoy! 🥰

I have a few questions about your ask tho. I haven't been as on top of all the PSG things this year (did read something of course), but still have a few questions haha: - and all the South Americans out of the team Do you have a link to this article/rumor. I do remember there being a rumor about a divide in the dressingroom between French/Spanish speaking, but this I don't remember. - Then him posting #pivotgang I don't see the problem in him expressing (like he did before) his preffered position. “I have a lot more freedom (in the France team), the coach (Didier Deschamps) knows that there is a number 9 like Olive (Giroud), who occupies the defenses, and I can walk around, go in space, ask for the balloons… In Paris, it’s different, there isn’t that, I’m asked to do the pivot”, explained Mbappé before confiding “having fun everywhere”.

The Insta-post was a bit dramatic and I presume he saw that himself as well and deleted it (but of course thats too late). Yeah dramatic, but I don't see a problem in a player with his talent expressing his preffered position. The insta-post wasn't the way but other than that: ok. I have no idea about him not passing to Leo and Ney tho? If he's a #9 now there won't be a lot of that I presume...

-Then after Messi won a major tourney you come out to say trash about SA football That comment was made in May. Kylian has kept silent after the WC other than what we've seen him post on social media. Even with all that garbage that has been thrown at him he kept silent.

I don't see what he's doing to Messi tho? I do think the relationship between him and Ney has changed (but it's just from hearsay because I haven't watched a PSG match in mooooonths). I will look at it in the upcoming weeks. No F1 so PSG time haha.

If the rumors about the power PSG promised Kylian are true it's the clubs fault tbh. No player should have and get that power ever from a club. He's a top talent: yes, but (again if true) PSG did this himself.

Which also makes me think that whole Pivot Gang-gate: who knows what position PSG promised him when he signed a new contract. I will say what I was dissapointed in is that he renewed with PSG. It makes him look like it's all about the money and that's not the image I have of him. He could play for any top club; yet he chose to stay there... I don't get that. He was ready for a move to a topclub.

[milenaalaire]

That's what I love about my country's universities, the vast majority of them are free, it's the taxes we pay that pay for them.

Of course, not all the taxes that should be passed on are actually passed on because of corruption, but I know that many university professors do their best for their students.

And you can come back as many times as you like to do different courses, and not only that, if you need help with housing and food, there are assistance programmes that you can sign up for and get food and residence grants so you don't drop out of college.

You have to take an exam to get into university, which is payed, but you can also try to get an exemption from paying for this exam and there are now many institutions that give the amount to those most in need.

Of course, education in my country isn't perfect, there are many mistakes and I can say that as a teacher trainee. But I'm thankful every day that education here is free from kindergarten university and beyond (for example, with post doctorate and specialisation).

Knowledge needs to be free because it's something that helps us make our world better and recognise what we've done wrong in order to improve the future. It's also great for creating a critical sense that few people have these days.

Of course, there are still those who say that graduations are pointless or won't make any money. But there is still a culture in my country that values every citizen who goes to university, because it's a restoration for all those from the past who couldn't go to school or university because it was considered elite.

And now, no, the son of a rubbish collector and a lunch lady can go to university and become a doctor. The garbage collector and the lunch lady themselves can go to university to become doctors, lawyers or musicians or broadcasters or whatever they want to be.

And at our universities, you can take other courses for free. I'm studying History, I intend to become a teacher and researcher, but I've already taken classes in Classical Languages (which teaches ancient Greek and Latin), I've taken a class in Psychology and I'm going to take a class in Pedagogy for youth and adult education, which here we call EJA. This is to educate those who haven't had the opportunity to finish school. And all this for free.

So I really hope that one day knowledge everywhere in the world will be free. Because learning and knowing more about any topic in this life is transformative and makes all the difference.

"But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees" hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I'd get a doctorate in film studies. I'd have a bachelor's degree for every science I like. I'd try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something "useful" like coding and then follow it up with a ""useless"" degree like art history. I'd be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.

But I can't afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.

[alarrytale]

another anon here! I'm not a public person, obviously, but I work in advertising and omg I'm one of the most discreet and shy people, so even if his husband doesn't care about photos in the feed or exposing his image because of work (just like me ), I would understand if he was averse to people speculating about their private life, because if they keep it low key, people will comment or if they admit it, people will comment even more lol it will be more invasive, so if this is In any case, living in silence is one of the best ways!

Lol, here we have one vote for staying silent, one vote for testing the waters and one for making him straight. No consensus then. More under the cut.

I think he's testing the waters! They're probably seeing that people didn't react badly to the rumors and will comment on it at some point, in a delicate and beautiful way, just as their relationship should be. I see him being an actor similar to Jonathan from the Bridgerton series.

With Tpz it feels to me like they are trying to make him look straight but I really hope I'm wrong. They were pushing the S*brina C*rpenter thing a bit. If he does start performing heterosexuality I think the lgbtq+ community should call it out on social media. I don't blame him but his representatives and the industry. This is going to continue happening but if people call it out and bring attention to it then it may go viral and his representatives might think twice about it. I HATE the closet defenders, they're everywhere. Stop defending the closet. It's okay if it's entirely the person's decision to be closeted but when it comes to celebrities it is usually the industry's doing. These celebrities are made to feel that they can't be successful if they're queer. How does the industry know queer people can't be successful if they don't give queer people the same opportunities that they give straight people, they don't invest as much money into them. People might think they're helping by defending the closet but it does more damage because the industry will see it and continue what it's doing. The silence around Tpz and his husband on twitter from fans is crazy. Stop pretending that his husband doesn't exist??? I completely agree with you that if Tpz asked for privacy from fans/gp then people would respect it. He could make a social media post and say that he has a husband but his husband doesn't want to be in the limelight, please respect their privacy thank you. People would respect it. People like transparency. It's all the lying that makes people dig more. Just be honest with people. But me being skeptical, I think that they're going to try and hide this husband so women can project heterosexual fantasies on to Tpz. He's a good looking guy. But I hope I'm wrong. It's like with Harry and Louis. All this rubbish about them wanting a private life. All they would have to do is CO and say that they're in a relationship but could people please value their privacy. The majority of people would. It's not quite that simple with HL but you get my point. Another thing that drives me crazy is the twitter purity police telling people not to speculate on someone's sexuality. Harries especially (but I've seen this with Nick fans too) will preach about not speculating about his sexuality and they'll scold fans who are doing it but then they'll turn around and say that he's sleeping with every woman he is standing next to. How is that any better? Sorry this is long!

Hi guys!

First of all, i've seen the promo for tzp's other projects were they tried to connect him to joey and sabri*a etc. I haven't seen that this time around. That was also before the fandom found out he had a husband.

Testing the waters would be a good plan! Jonathan bailey is actually a good example because he has a long time partner! That nobody knows that much about. Jonathan doesn’t have a fandom like tzp does though.

And staying slient and being in a glass closet can be a good idea. I'm just not sure if it'll work now that the husband is known. I think that's the most likely course of action, at least for the time being.

[tastyfishistasty]

OC breakdown for Dragon Age Warrior Edition.

Links with the mage post: https://tastyfishistasty.tumblr.com/post/707642197702492160/origins

I'm not a massive warrior fan, I prefer rogue then mage, but my warriors all have a soft spot in my heart and the post for rogues is gonna be huuuge and it is midnight.

Origins

Kathari Tabris

An elf with a sword taller than she is. She was never sneaky enough for her mother to train her to be a rogue, so she focused on self defence and Kathari went full strength training. She goes Champion because she will champion her people and she will beat anyone who gets in the way.

The image of a tiny elf in a wedding dress covered in blood and holding a huge sword is just *chef's kiss*

DA2

Thornton Hawke

They are a massive person who looks terrifying but is a puppy on the inside. They're a sword and shield fighter and will get in the way of any attacks on their friends. Technically a berserker because 2 has terrible warrior options, it's for when they have to take those hits and deal the damage to end a fight. Honestly Templar would have been a good choice, but ain't no way Thornton is joining those ranks...

Nilsa Hawke (Brunhilde to her mother)

Nilsa is a two handed damage machine filled with rage and hating everything that isn't her friends and family. She is attack to the core. She is the only Hawke I have that sides with the templars, because she is that bitch, but she is a Reaver for the power.

Inquisition

After all that about not liking warriors, my canon Inquisitor:

Samahl'Dirth Lavellan

Samahl is a 2 handed sword wielder and a champion for his people (I don't like the other classes okay???)

He is not a warrior until the start of the game, he always thought he was a rubbish hunter and so was a craftsman and story teller. Turns out daggers and short swords are just too light! He gets a 2H sword in the starting fight and he just "gets it". He's so damn good no one realises he's untrained until Bull and Blackwall are watching and suddenly click. (Cassandra has been very stressed and there's no way Sam's asking her for help after the whole jail thing...!)

Finley Cadash

Finley was a Carta enforcer due to debts against his family (his dad's a dick) and so tends towards big heavy weapons. (There are 2 sword and shields on the team already plus Cullen, and I like the DPS life.)

He goes Reaver after being convinced he doesn't need to go Templar because Cassandra will be there if they need mage fighting support. He's very concerned with appearances and thought Templar would help the public accept them better and with the Venatori causing problems everywhere... He puts his own needs last.

My warriors tend towards noble and kind, though several have tempers or a violent streak. Even Nilsa has her moments and she was made exclusively to side with the templars for the achievement that I've never got because I would actually have to finish her game and kill Bethany. Yes, she is that bitch.

Aslit Adaar

Edit: yes I forgot my beautiful baby boy I am shamed

Aslit is the only sword and shield warrior in Inquisition, as he wants to protect others. He's constantly fighting to be seen beyond his (very impressive) horns. He's very cultured and consumes books, so he's got a rose tinted glasses situation with Champions. When he knows more with the Chevalier's, he decides to prove that Champions are for people not profit and murder and Gascoin.

Aslit is all about distraction and confusion and keeping attention on him so someone else can destroy the enemy.

Samahl is one of the characters I have actually written fics about, because he's so fun. I love him so much.

[mikewheely]

I don't understand why Millie got such unnecessary questions. Will's sexuality and Byler have nothing to do with her character. I would have asked something like Idk If the hoodie that El wore at the end was really Mike's or what she thought of his monologue. What are her wishes for Mileven's future bc I just can't get enough of it where she talks about wanting a mike x el wedding in the end.

I will never understand how such an opportunity for good questions can be wasted on rubbish questions.

Because these people, they are absolute attention seekers. They would flood the mileven tag everywhere with their bullshit posts. Let the ST/ ST writers/ any of Netflix accounts post a SINGLE thing about Mileven and they would flood the comment section with how they hate Mileven and ship B*ler. They would smother everyone with their opinions. They would purposely talk to you to tell you they ship b*ler and hate Mileven. That is why you go to such a great thing like Comic Con to SEE MILLIE BOBBY BROWN and say bullshit like this. This is all you do when you know sensible people really don't give a fuck about your opinion. Empty vessels make the most noise.

The other day someone said they are dishonest and it is the best word to describe them tbh. They are dishonest and manipulative. They twist things, make shit up and push people to believe things that aren't there. Like only yesterday I found a post from one of their fan accounts on my Instagram explore page. I swear to God the Instagram explore page is a blessing and curse at the same time. Anyway, so this person had taken a screenshot of someone's post from Tumblr, that was a picture of Mike and Will from ST3 finale, that was making it look like they are holding hands, when Mike's had was actually in the pocket. And the post said something like "can someone tell me what the FUCK is happening here?" So, automatically I was like okay let me check what the fuck exactly are they twisting again. I went and it was a screenshot from just before the moment when Mike, Will, Dustin and Lucas come closer and do a group hug kinda thing. The shot was taken when Will was moving his hand towards Mike's back for the group hug. And they had the idea of taking a screenshot of a single frame from that to mislead people into thinking things differently.

Like can you believe how ridiculous, pathetic, dumb, dishonest, manipulative bullshit that is!

[qqueenofhades]

I'm so sorry for your rubbish week and very grateful for your political posts - they've been very helpful. But on a lighter note, consider... Garcy meets Darklina academia AU???

Conferences in London during the summer season are always hit or miss. England, for example, has never actually heard of the word, and there is always the risk that it will be nine degrees Celsius and pissing it down in the middle of June. But academics everywhere are slavering to be let back into the wild after two years of staring at their colleagues' faces on a tiny Zoom screen and pretending it's the same as a real conference, and so Lucy and Flynn have decided to wing it. Arranged for the kids to stay with Rufus and Jiya, departed Stanford with great relief, and flown all the way to London for a super-duper-real conference at the Institute of Historical Research, followed by the annual pilgrimage up to Leeds for the IMC. People. Weird. Gross.

Flynn, of course, is deeply occupied in checking the transcription of his Middle Armenian primary sources on the plane, and is inclined to bark when Lucy interrupts him. They are on rather frosty terms by the time they land at Heathrow and take the Underground into the city, and don't speak again until they decide where to go out for dinner. Afterward, as their tempers have been improved with food, they stroll hand-in-hand in the thick blue dusk; the weather is, for once, mildly cooperative. The lights of London are coming on, and Lucy says, almost shyly, "Do you think we're going to be all right?"

Flynn looks at her down his long nose with dry amusement. "Speaking about the world, or the two of us more specifically?"

"I don't know." Lucy pauses, thinks about it. "Both. Either. Everything."

"As for the world," Flynn says, "if nothing else, we historians know that it's been through worse. As for us, we should be fine. As long as you let me finish my paper revisions when we get back to the hotel."

"Or," Lucy suggests pointedly, "we could FaceTime our children?"

Flynn snorts. "They're with Uncle Rufus, who is probably spoiling them rotten as we speak. They are also fine."

Lucy rolls her eyes to the heavens, but after they get back and she sends a quick text to Jiya to make sure that all is well with the hellions, she opens her laptop and starts making some last-minute revisions to her own PowerPoint deck. They are both full professors at Stanford now, which is a gift not to be underestimated in these troubled times, but she still can't quite shake the feeling that someone is going to turn up at her office, announce that she has been unmasked as a fraud, and turf her out forthwith. Impostor syndrome is a bitch.

They go to sleep, wake up on a grey morning that is at least not actually raining, take the Tube to Russell Square, and head to Senate House at the University of London, tramping upstairs to the IHR with the rest of the conference attendees. They perform the usual shuffle of collecting name badges, coffee cups, and resolving last-minute tech mishaps, which all feels a little sweeter now that it's their first in-person conference since the pandemic started. It is as they are doing so that a tall, dark man comes up to Flynn and says, "Garcia Flynn, is that you? I've so enjoyed your work on the function of the oprichniki in extending Ivan Groznyy's political and territorial legitimacy."

Lucy has gotten used to unfamiliar academics swanning up to her husband and announcing their admiration for his stuff in a field that she didn't even know he worked on, and muffles a small, amused sigh. The newcomer's name badge reads Aleksander Morozov - Saint Petersburg State University, and so he and Flynn instantly switch into fluent, rapid-fire Russian as they start discussing, evidently, the oprichniki of Ivan Groznyy. (Is that Ivan the Terrible? It is, right? Lucy really needs to brush up on her languages.)

It is as the men are engaged in this fashion (and rather animatedly; this is a subject on which they are apparently prepared to go all day), that a dark-haired woman steps up next to Lucy and rolls her eyes at her in a sympathetic fashion. "Don't take it personally. It happens to me all the time too."

Caught off guard, Lucy laughs, and they both peer at each other's name badges in the usual academic-at-a-conference habit of surreptitiously checking if this is someone they particularly need to schmooze with. The woman is also from SPSU; her name is Alina Starkova, and Lucy has seen her in the speakers' program, scheduled to present a paper on the economic and social policy of the 19th-century Russian Empire. They nod at each other, shake hands, and exchange small talk on the weather and their trips here. Then, when the conference organizers are clearing their throats and glancing meaningfully at the chairs in a way that means they are hoping to start somewhat on time, Flynn and Aleksander take no apparent notice of this and continue their argument. Loudly.

Lucy and Alina look at each other, sigh deeply, roll up their metaphorical sleeves, and wade in to grab their respective other halves by the arm, more or less (somewhat less) gently. (Alina is wearing an engagement ring, and the way she looks at Aleksander is the same way Lucy looks at Flynn, that same affection and exasperation mingled, so it's a guess, but a good one.) "Oh my god," Lucy mutters, towing Flynn away. "Good to know you haven't lost your habit of harassing innocent scholars in the wild."

"He's not innocent." Flynn glowers. "His paper in Russian History either deliberately misread or flat-out missed some of the most consequential sources in the entire -- "

"Garcia," Lucy says, in her best wifely tone. "Shut up."

Despite everything, and often many appearances to the contrary, Flynn knows what is good for him, and does so. They sit down across from Aleksander and Alina, and the women engage a long-suffering look, communicating the exact same silent message about their men. If you put those two idiots together, they would doubtless blow up the entire world in a pile of garbage. Probably best to not.

[pumpumdemsugah]

I also don't understand black women who take any chance to rip into White women but don't have the energy for white men. It's so bizarre. I know being heterosexual probably has something to do with it but it confuses me cause they literally date white men and meet their parents. I know white women obviously have privilege but white men also have privilege.

The problem with bullshit on social media is it typically comes from a real place but i think this issue is bigger than that. No one takes misogyny seriously so it doesn't take much for feminist and intra-feminist criticism to be co-opted and rinsed out of any meaning to go viral.

The vast majority of Black women don't date white men and i think social media has sort of skewed this lol. Even in the Uk where its more common, most Black women arent going out their way to date white lol

With social media you get rewarded for certain behaviours and people tend to only respond to Black women when we're being harsh towards others. People don't care about the substance of what Black women say so even if you're saying rubbish or something thoughtful, people only care about seeing carnage. I think alot of people on social media are stuck in this feedback loop that rewards something that looks like public justice so subconsciously or not, give the people what they want. Shit when i ran this blog with other Black women donkeys years ago and people only paid attention to us if we were being harsh so we all got tired and abandoned the blog. They wanted a show, not our points of view. We all just stopped posting on it cause people would send us links and messages to X person on X blog said this racist thing and eventually we were like, we're not your guard dog. Go attack someone yourself you spineless prick. People performing for their online audience is common everywhere and humans are a social species that respond to social feedback and expectations

Quick conclusion: white men deserve to be whipped, cartoonish discussions typically come from a credible point, creating more criticisms of something/ a group that should be criticised more to simply increase discussion WILL create useless views if not properly grounded and social media can create certain feedback loops that isolated or despondent people latch onto. Sexism persist in everything

This got long so you can read the rest below lol

I wish I could remember this essay I read about horizontal hostility years ago but it went on to talk about that because of misogyny, women are in each others world's alot even thought we're also encouraged to be hostile and trust men. Teachers, nurses and lots of customer service jobs are done by women and in the essay it spoke about how when Black women encounter racism, it's more likely to be like this and from a woman. So maybe she is partly motivated by sexism but the most common form of racism she'll experience is more likely to be from women because of how sexism has changed the work force. Mixing this reality with the feedback loop of social media praise, that can reward you for taking people to task, even if you're chatting shit things can spin out of control very quickly.

We live in a sexist society and no one actually takes anything Black women says seriously, and even less so when its about men, especially white men. People don't take us seriously when we talk about Black men and half the time when they do, its more because they want to confirm racist stereotypes vs taking their misogyny directed at Black women seriously. For people who really play the social media game, you simply do not receive the same backup attacking white men. I don't think it has much to do with sexual competition for most but more hopelessness and nihilism. I don't think people who lash out on social media alot really believe in anything that deeply. They know the world is wrong and being angry and cussing people out is the closest you get to people taking you seriously

We can't divorce the racist sexist dynamic constructed between Black and white women by white supremacy where we're positioned as opposites away and to Black womens detriment. Outside of certain parts of social media, there's no praise for taking any white person to task, whether you have a good point or a poor one. The people that talk about them alot live in mostly white areas and social media is probably the one place they feel powerful or heard but the wires gets crossed and people have different intentions so venting and criticisms basically turn into a public spectacle mostly about humiliation. There's some that are weirdos and just straight up misogynist and those then to be very loud and very active

I do have a problem with the why aren't white men criticised more and it's not because I disagree ( they aren't criticised enough 1000%% ) and Paul Harry and his ilk are making jokes about white women like they aren't the ones killing white women. My issue is, after being on Tumblr for so long people will point out a real problem and for a while people course correct but eventually, people start performing what they think correcting that wrong looks like. This is what happened to criticism of white women's racism. It went from talking about something that back then wasn't spoken about, to people thinking because they mentioned white women they're criticising racism but now, half the time its nonsense and saying non-feminist white women are white feminist as a short hand for criticising whatever bs she's done when it has nothing to do with that but something else.

white men should be criticised more but i think when we get too focused on increasing or decreasing discussions of X or Y, people pump out content to correct that instead of thoughtful engagement, reflection or a criticism that understand systematic oppression. Every dumb talking point on twitter, i can remember how the initial thoughtful criticism came about and the context it was made in.

Social media obviously isn't great for good serious discussion and white men deserve every last shit talking about them but when it's being done by unserious people who are just trying to go viral and don't care that deeply about sexism, they can end up undermining the point. Just look at how no one knows what intersectionality even means and misuses it. Then people complaining about this and asking "what does intersectionality even mean?" sarcastically, well, go find out beloved. We have videos of the woman that created it explaining it. But some people are hooked on the righteous anger part and nothing else and don't care about the question they're asking, they just want somebody to look stupid by asking it

People don't care about what alot of things actually describes but simply being seen saying it because it has certain connotations. The reason right wing channels have so much DUNKING ON LIBERALS content, isn't because these people are start, right winger are typically dumb but because you have people repeating stuff without really understanding it and doing it to right wingers that spend all day arguing with people like them. the thing about arguments is you don't have to be correct to win lol. And if all you know about an issue is the formula to going viral when saying certain words, you're easy pickings .

Any serious feminism should always try to reconnect with the use of that discussion outside online spaces and beyond being praised in your online circle OR balancing online ecosystems by pumping out content about criticising X people more, which ultimately ends up with people saying empty buzzwords to look like they're saying something. Yes white men should be criticised a lot more

[chaletnz]

Culture Shock: USA Edition

First my feeling was relief at getting off a plane after so many hours in flight! It hadn't actually been too bad, although I had grown tired of hearing the very repetitive-sounding Korean language. Everyone was ushered off the plane and into Seattle's border security where the officers rudely barked at everyone entering to join the queue. I joined the one for US/Canadian Citizens & Green Card Holders and I was glad for it, knowing how long the border process usually takes! I waited for about 15 minutes, behind an older Asian lady that didn't seem to understand queueing and stopped a few times to stare at the border officers and wait for someone to call her over until I tried to keep her following the people in front. Eventually I was directed over to a young guy probably about my age, he had a slick haircut and glasses that fogged up because of his mask every time he spoke. I gave him the immigration packet and he verified the address to send my green card, he then stamped my passport and sent me on my way to collect my bags and head out. I stood waiting and an officer with a small sniffer dog told me to take off my backpack and let the dog sniff it. Later I heard him telling his colleague "sometimes I carry him so he can sniff, because you ask people to lower their backpacks and they don't understand. People are idiots." While waiting for my bags I used the restroom and that was my first culture-shock - the toilet stall door was raised up off the ground by at least 30cm. I vividly remembered Keiko had told me that was her first big culture shock too when leaving Japan!

Once I had secured my bags and left the arrivals area I walked to the train station to ride into the central city of Seattle. It was around 10 minutes walk but with two bags it was actually easier than expected! Luckily it wasn't very full so I could easily fit my suitcases in the luggage area and then carry my backpack on my lap, other passengers spread out and put their bags on seats - another culture shock. I was also glad to be arriving in the middle of the day. As I left the train station I was disoriented and couldn't work out which way I was meant to go, with two suitcases I probably looked really silly. I could feel people watching me as I rolled my suitcases gently down a very steep hill to get to my hostel. Within a few minutes I had arrived and was greeted by (as I had expected) a long flight of stairs up to the reception desk. I lugged my suitcases up one by one, and then checked in with the less-than-friendly receptionist. Apparently there is a thing known as the "Seattle Freeze" which basically means that you're always in for chilly interactions with people that live in Seattle. Honestly, I found that to be about 100% true!

I had a shower and then headed out for a bit of a walk around this area and to get something to eat. It was terrifying to say the least. Homeless people and junkies lying on the footpaths nearby the hostel. I accidentally walked right through their block unwittingly following a tourist family - I just stuck close to them and we all made it through together! Everything was dirty, all the footpaths were covered in litter. I can't understand that. In America there are bins everywhere and yet it's filthy. In Japan, there are never any bins anywhere in public but yet you never see litter at all! People are just raised to take their rubbish home, or hold onto it until they go somewhere where there is a bin. I think it's definitely just a respectful society raised right, versus a lazy society raised on the streets.

My next shocks came as I went into a few shops to look around, no one said hello or welcome or even smiled at me. In fact the employees were just talking to each other and didn't even acknowledge that I had come into the shop. I'm used to a warm greeting once I enter, an offer of assistance, and a farewell too. It was good though, I was not enticed to buy anything! Even in the Japanese post office, everyone says welcome when you enter and thank you as you leave.

The following morning I went for coffee at a nearby cafe in the Pike Place Market and I was gobsmacked to discover that the price of a flat white was $6.89! That's possibly the most expensive coffee I have ever bought. Again, the baristas were not particularly friendly. I waited in line silently for a few minutes as three people helped the customer in front of me. Finally they took my order and I really thought it was quite cheeky, they swiped my card for this ridiculously priced coffee and then gestured for me to choose a tip amount on the screen with the options $1, $2, $3 or no tip. Sorry but it's no tip if you don't even say hello to me when I come inside!

[cassieschaosdimension]

I'm going to post this on tumblr instead of wattpad cause I'm like that, but this will be a collection of fanfic one shots from Draco's perspective giving him a redemption arc cause he deserves! Please let me know if you do want more after this.

The Train:

Eleven year old Draco Malfoy was standing on Platform Nine and Three Quarters hoping for a glimpse at the boy who lived. He like everyone else in the Wizarding world had grown up hearing his name. The story was one of legend and he wondered if Harry remembered it all. He was interrupted in his thoughts by two rambunctious red headed boys who brushed past him laughing loudly. He heard his father give a sniff of disapproval.

He pitied the boys even though he knee nothing about them. His father, Lucius Malfoy, was notorious for making sure none of his enemies were around to stop him. Draco had always wondered about the company his parents kept much perfering to stay in his room whilst they had any  visitors at all.

"Draco darling," that was his mother. He sauntered over to where she was and listened to what she had to say. "Draco remember no matter what happens at school your father and I love you very much. We will write you as soon as we get home and eagerly await your owl. Chin up, back straight. Malfoys and Blacks do not slouch."

Nodding his head Draco says "Yes mother. I love both of you too. And I can't wait to see the castle with the lake and my classes. Mom, do you think people will like me? What if I can't make any friends? I don't want to hang out with Blaise or Crabbe and Goyle or Pansy. They're mean and stuck up to people."

"Just be yourself darling and remember what I told you. Go see your father." Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy, formerly known as Black, was a thin woman who demanded respect when she walked into a room. No one ever knew what she was thinking, but one thing they knew was she loved her family dearly. She would do anything to keep her son safe and away from harm.

Draco walks over to his father. "Draco, while you're at Hogwarts please try to remember we are not like the others. We are of noble blood and we must be treated as such. Do not let others get you down. You are a Malfoy and the name of Malfoy has demanded respect for centuries. Do not mess it up. Have fun at Hogwarts, but do not forget what I have told you. Get on the train."

Mr. Lucius Malfoy did not have the best childhood and when Narcissa became pregnant he vowed to protect his son from harm. He did this by only letting him intermingle with those of his own kind. Pureblood was what Draco was so pureblood it was. He made sure his son had a normal childhood. Well as normal as he would let him.

After hugging and kissing his mother and shaking hands with his father Draco runs excitedly onto the train waiting to see if he could make any friends before he even got to Hogwarts. After looking into one compartment on the train he shies always from that one. It had really tall, really loud people in it! He didn't want that at all.

Another compartment had only girls. His only experience with girls his own age had been Pansy and he wasn't eager to find out if all girls were like her. She was enough to deal with. He wanted a group of guy friends. Crabbe and Goyle did what he said because his father was the boss of their fathers. They weren't his friends. They had to do whatever he said and he didn't like it. He wanted to have stimulating conversations like he had with his mother over tea.

Whenever Pansy and her parents came over she was so mean to the poor house elves Draco always went and apologized for her behavior. The house elves were sad to see him go off to school, but they were excited too.

Draco was not excited to leave his only friends behind. His parents had always taught him to look down on the house elves, but he was nice to them in secret. He didn't feel nice knowing he had to be mean to people. Elves were just like witches and wizards only different and way way shorter.

"Excuse me. Coming through. Lee has a trantula for us to look at. Budge along." It was the two rambunctious red headed boys who had brushed him going onto the platform. When they got to where Draco was their patient look turned sour.

The one on the right looked at the one on the left and said "Pardon me your Highness. Will you let us pass to get to our compartment?" Draco didn't like the tone he used. He wasn't doing anything wrong. The train hadn't even started to move yet!

"Oh yeah," Draco pressed himself up against the wall to let the two pass. He didn't like these two and hoped he wouldn't have to interact with them in class. They looked older though like they were definitely not first years. In fact all of these people looked a lot older than he was.

Draco was starting to get scared and started to stumble along the long, velvet carpeted, hallway separating the compartments from the platform.

With each peek into a compartment, he was getting worried. He had yet to see any people who looked like first years. At one compartment he saw Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy and immediately lurched past with his head down.

Shaken up at seeing them he stepped into a random compartment and was relieved to see a round faced brown haired boy with a toad sitting next to him. This boy looked like a first year like him.

"May I sit down?" Draco asked politely.

The boy looked to Draco and jumped in surprise. "Yes, yes you can. My name is Neville Longbottom and this is Trevor." He gestured to the tod sitting next to him. "Sit down and close the compartment please, Trevor might escape like he's tried four times already."

Grinning at the warm greeting, Draco complied. He stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Draco Malfoy. It's really nice to meet you Neville! I hope we can be friends!"

At the name Malfoy, Neville shot up in his seat in alarm. "M-mal-malfoy?! As in the Death Eaters?!" He started to fidget and panic.

Draco looked at the poor boy in utter confusion. "Former Death Eaters. Are you okay Neville?"

Eyes wide in fright Neville grabs Trevor and huddles at the furthest edge of the compartment. Away from Draco as if he had a disease. Draco wanted to cry. Here was a first year boy who looked terrified of him because of his name. He didn't understand why Neville was so scared. His parents weren't Death Eaters anymore and they only did it because He - Who - Must - Be - Named made them! All he wanted was a real friend!

Draco on the verge of tears turns to go. As soon as he opens the door he's met with a mane of brown, frizzy, bushy hair. He falls backwards in shock and hears a whimper from Neville.

"Hello. Everywhere else is full. They're about to depart so would you mind letting me into the compartment they would be wonderful." The bushy haired girl says with authority. "I would like to be seated when the lurch is felt. Excuse me."

She pushes past him and Draco stands up and when he's turned around the scene he looks at is chaotic.

Neville stands up to leap after Trevor, who with the door open, makes his way hopping faster than Draco expected towards freedom.

All else forgotten Neville screams "Grab him!" The bushy haired girl lunges for the toad and misses. Now it's Draco's turn to redeem himself in Neville's eyes. He too lunges for the toad and manages to grasp his left hind leg before he falls flat on his face his grip loosening on the toad who hope away unaware of the chaos he is about the cause.

Neville's face is distraught. "My great uncle Algie gave me Trevor when I got accepted into Hogwarts. See they didn't expect me to get in. I didn't show any signs until I got pushed off the Blackwell Pier. They expected me to drown, but I didn't!"

Draco and the girl exchange concerned glances. Draco knows that any Wizarding family will have almost all of their family members accepted unless they're a Squib and he's sure his family tree doesn't have any Squibs.

"So you're a pureblood?" Draco says cautiously accidentally falling into the girl who just sat down as the train gives a lurch just as the girl said.

The girl huffs and moves to give Draco room to sit and he smiles gratefully at her. He's never seen her before and she seems to give off the same air he does and he wonders if she's a pureblood from another country. As she speaks again he realizes they sound the same.

"Oh purebloods! I've read about them. They're the silly witches and wizards who think that half-bloods and Muggleborns are scum. I find that absolutely atrocious as I am a Muggleborn myself," the girl turns to Draco. "My guess is you're a pureblood?"

When he nods she starts to lecture him. "You all should be ashamed of yourselves! I read that if you guys didn't marry outside of your circle you would have died out! The mindset is completely rubbish and shouldn't even be put into practice. And at a school no less!"

Neville and Draco look at her shocked. For such a tiny girl she can inflict fear into anyone with that tone. "I'm Hermione Granger. And what House do you hope to be in? Personally I want to end up in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor as Slytherin seems filled with selfish and mean people and Hufflepuff seems filled with pushovers." (please don't hate me I adore the Houses remember she is basing them off of what she read in Hogwarts: A History it was really hard to insult my own House HUFFLEPUFF for life 💛💙💚♥️ fair House representation)

At this Draco swells. "Excuse me! My whole family has been in Slytherin for centuries and I can tell you we are not selfish and mean people! We care for the greater good!" (Just so you know I do not condone this type of thinking. This is just so wrong on so many levels this is just how he was raised remember that)

Neville seems to shrink into his corner again at the last three words and Draco instantly regrets. He wants Neville as a friend and now maybe he won't want to be his friend!

Hermione turns towards him so fast her hair slaps him in the face. "You sound like Grindelwald! He sounded like you! Are you a supporter of He Who Must be Named?! They were both awful men! How can you sit there saying that when they did such horrible things!"

Fear starts to creep into his eyes. These two do not like him. He is only repeating what he's heard his parents say! Should he say that? The words pop out before he can stop them. "My parents taught me that and I'm sorry if that was wrong all I want are real friends for once! Please give me a chance!"

Hermione looks at Neville and walks over to him. They converse in hushed voices. Draco's heart begins to sink. Will they give him a chance to be their friend?! All he wants is a real friend he count on! He doesn't think he wants to be a Malfoy if this what the name gives him.

The waiting is agonizing. It seems like forever when they suddenly turn to him and Neville says, "How do we know you're not lying? Your mom's sister made my parents insane! I had to be raised by my grandma! I love her, but I miss my parents!"

Hermione rubs his back and looks at Draco. "Okay, we don't trust you, but we are willing to give you a chance. Now, please help us find Trevor. He's special to Neville and he doesn't want to start Hogwarts without him. Please help us look for him."

Draco sensing a wonderful opportunity stands eagerly and nods. "Where do you want to start? Should we split up or stay together? Personally I think we should stay together because all of those people out there are scary."

The two stare at him in shock. They were not expecting him to jump up so suddenly and agree wholeheartedly.

Hermione says split up and Neville agrees, but then Draco pointed out no one would tell him anything since almost everyone knew who he was anyway. Finally it was agreed Neville would go on his own and Draco and Hermione would ask together.

Neville heads off to the left towards the front of the train because that's where he thinks Trevor would have gone. Hermione and Draco head towards the back of the train.

The first few compartments they encounter will only tell Hermione if they saw Trevor or not and ignored Draco completely. He wants to cry. Is the Malfoy name really making people not like him?! But they don't even know him! How are they supposed to know they don't like him if they don't know him?!

The last compartment holds two boys: one very red headed and one with round glasses and black hair. Draco had learned to hang back while Hermione does the asking. When she asks, they say no. The red headed boy pulls out a wand and Draco inches closer to see a real spell done. His mother made him promise not to use his wand until his first class because he could hurt people and he agreed.

The red haired boy says something about rats, daisies and yellow. As expected the rest does not turn yellow. Hermione scoffs and then fixes the black haired boy's glasses.

When the red haired boy introduces himself as Ron Weasley, Draco wrinkles his nose. He can't help it. His father says the Weasleys are blood traitors and Mugglelovers. He was always taught they were bad, but now he's not so sure.

Then when the black haired boy says his name is Harry Potter, Draco surges forward. As he comes into view Ron turns away in disgust and he deflates a little bit. He's going to have to be careful in how he says things. "Hello! My name is Draco Malfoy and I'm also looking for Neville's toad. I'm assuming since this is the last compartment he's not here. Hermione, I'm going to head back to the compartment to see if Neville found him."

With a smile and wave goodbye he leaves the three of them stunned into silence. The smile falls off his face as he trudges with a heavy heart towards the compartment to put his robes on. He realizes he should only stick to the people he has already met and he vows to steer clear of Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy for as long as he can and since they'll be in Slytherin like him it'll be hard. He'll manage.

He puts his robes in in the empty compartment and waits for Neville and Hermione to come back. Hopefully they will since their trucks are here. Smiling to himself at the he stares out the window already imaging what fun things he can do with his new friends!

Thank you for reading it! I hope you enjoyed it!

[drivingsideways]

for the fandom meme questions, if you're still taking them: F, G, W, and Y. (you don't have to do all of them, just whichever ones you wanna answer)

I answered most of those here, so gonna do the remaining one

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

OH NO WHERE TO START HOW TO PICK THIS IS TERRIBLE 

I am such a multi-shipper at heart, i ship everyone/everything so picking a few is AGONIZING. 

under the cut ‘cause uh, i got carried away. No particular order of fave, and mostly restricted to ships from the last few years

Miranda Barlow/James Flint/Thomas Hamilton (Black Sails) - OT3 of PAIN omg, the fact that they barely had a chance to be together, and so much of their story  as a trio is basically one or the other NOT BEING THERE AND THE REMAINING TWO BEING DEVASTATED AND WANDERING AROUND THE WORLD LOST WITHOUT THEIR MISSING THIRD. UGHHHH. I yell a lot about James/Miranda here but internally I yell a lot about Thomas/Miranda pre and post James and James/Thomas without Miranda and basically every time I see their faces I’m *crying *, and honestly, my only kink for them is to literally be in the same room and the same time, like, my needs here are very basic. 

Dean/Castiel (SPN): I know, I know. Everybody and their grandmom ships these two, AS THEY SHOULD. I gave up on the show a long time ago, but every now and then a gifset crosses my dash and I’M UNDONE BY THEIR FACES WHEN THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER WHEN THE OTHER IS NOT WATCHING (THERE’S A REASON SEASON 6 IS WHEN I REALLY STARTED SHIPPING THEM) AND I’M LIKE IT’S BEEN 15 YEARS AND SEVERAL RESURRECTIONS PLEASE KISS NOW. Hmm, kinks for this ship- lbr, fandom has written Every Possible Kink for this ship, and I’m happy to roll with most of it, but anything with true-form/eldritch horror Cas and a very human, very mortal Dean is probably THE BEST. Well, that and OMG ARE THEY HOLDING HANDS OMG OMG OMG (I can’t help it, I’m a marshmallow)

Superbat (DCEU) : I’ll be honest, I didn’t give a fuck about Batman until Ben Affleck ran onto the screen with with his fucking three piece suits and Emotional Trauma and Weird Psychosexual Dreams and I couldn’t believe the pit of shame I’d let myself fall into, but BvS was Something (yes, amidst a whole lot of Objectively Bad Somethings, yes I’m looking at you Jesse Eisenberg) anyways, i closed the tab where the movie had been playing, opened another tab for AO3 and fell straight into one of @susiecarter‘s fics, specifically THIS AMAZING FAKE DATING POST BvS ONE and it was basically over for me. This subset of Superbat fandom has some amazing writers and artists so honestly it wasn’t really even my fault, i just wallowed in all the hard work being done by someone else. PINING! CONTROL ISSUES! Emotionally Traumatized Man with a Death Wish meets literal Ray of Sunshine who can ALSO actually kill him with his little finger and has FEELINGS HE CAN”T IDENTIFY MUCH LESS TALK ABOUT. I love pining (is that a kink?) and like this is the otp where one half is/was literally dead while the other is dead inside AND IT WAS ALL TOO MUCH FOR ME. I REGRET NOTHING. Seriously, this version of an older, weary Batman meeting a young(ish) Superman who’s still trying to figure out how to be Superman, with both of them having control issues while being absolute rubbish at communication is perfect for a lot of d/s stuff but like my bulletproof kink in this ship is probably them...talking about their feelings? YEAH.

Joan/Sherlock (Elementary) : OH NO MY SUPER HAPPY CANON PLATONIC SOULMATES THEY ARE EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED AND NEVER IMAGINED I’D GET TO SEE ON AN ACTUAL SHOW AND THEY’RE SUPER GREAT AND I LOVE HOW THEY ARE LIKE RIDE OR DIE FOR EACH OTHER AND THE WAY SHERLOCK ADORES HER AND THE WAY SHE’LL LOOK OUT FOR HIM AND TELL HIM COLD HARD TRUTHS BUT ALWAYS WITH KINDNESS WHY ARE THEY SO PERFECT WHY IS THIS SHOW ENDING AND HOLY HELL UNDYING KINK IS SHERLOCK SAYING ‘I’D MAKE ADJUSTMENTS FOR YOU’ AND JOAN’S FACE WHEN HE SAYS THAT THIS SHOW HAD BETTER END WITH JOAN ADOPTING A BABY AND LIVING IN THEIR BROWNSTONE WITH CLYDE AND THEIR BEES AND DOING DETECTIVE THINGS

*deep breath *

and current fave

Ning Yi/ Xin Zi Yan (The Rise of Phoenixes) : Ok, look, I basically ship Ning Yi/everyone and mostly Ning Yi/ happiness, homicidal woobie that he is, BUT the show just like WENT THERE with these two. Xin Zi Yan is Ning Yi’s mentor/friend/ally in the fight for his life within his batshit insane royal family and he is a cold, ruthless fuck who can hold grudges FOREVER and they flirt with each other (the show is particularly unsubtle about the flirting) and lie to each other and protect each other and STICK THE KNIFE INTO EACH OTHER AT THE SOFTEST POINTS BECAUSE THEY KNOW HOW TO. Like their fights are EPIC, blood on the floor everywhere and I’m like YES YES but also NOW FUCK. Like, canon just gave me this intense, competitive, kinda unhealthy dynamic and I’m like they’d be so bad for each other, BECAUSE LOL WHAT ARE BOUNDARIES XIN ZI YAN YOU CONTROL FREAK AND  NING YI YOU ARE ONE ABYSS OF NEED THAT YOU TRY TO HIDE BEHIND YOUR NONCHALANCE AND MURDER BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER OMG I LOVE THEM A LOT LET ME WRITE 100K ABOUT THEM BEING THE ABSOLUTE WORST FOR EACH OTHER AND THE WORLD, SO I DID. Did someone say rarepair hell? I’m literally writing the only fic there is for them that’s how much i love them (its such a rarepair that the tag isn’t even searchable on AO3 yet). Uh, as for kinks for these two I CAN’T BECAUSE I’M NOT READY FOR THE MORTIFICATION OF BEING KNOWN. 

[thegreymoon]

Hi I have been a fan of your work for a very long time and so I sneak into your tumblr from time to time.I counldnt help but notice that you post a lot of political/sjw stuff and I know it is none of my business but since I am probably absolutely opposite in my political views I can't help myself and ask: I understand that you are Asian, but you don't seem to be interested in real or imagined injustices in your country/continent and are mainly interested in USA, why is that?

Hi, anon!

First of all, I am not Asian and I’m very sorry if I ever did or said anything to mislead people into thinking that I was. It was unconsciously done. I have no intention of offending anyone or appropriating an identity that isn’t mine, so if I did something of that sort, please let me know and I’ll do my best to correct myself. I often reblog stuff about China because I think it’s an amazing country, I’m learning Mandarin (not making much progress, though), love their culture, nature, architecture and am a big fan of their historical/fantasy dramas. Also, the two fandoms I was the most active in (coincidentally) happen to be a Japanese anime and a Japanese video game, so I have a lot of love for their art and aesthetics.

I’m actually very surprised that you would ‘notice’ that I post a lot of ‘political/sjw stuff’, considering that I mostly use Tumblr to repost Merlin gifs, cast/crew news and fanworks. There is maybe one reblog on just about anything else for every fifty (perhaps even more) Merlin posts, so I really have to wonder which of the RL issues I posted about bothered you so much that you would describe them as ‘a lot’.

I may be misinterpreting the tone of your ask, so forgive me if I misread your intentions and am responding too harshly, but in my experience, ‘SJW’ is a term that is used to be dismissive when people are talking about real social issues, plus I found your wording of ‘imagined injustices’ very… interesting.

Also, I find it odd that somebody would unironically ask me why I’m ‘mainly’ interested in the USA.

First of all, the global market is oversaturated with American media, American products, American news, American movies, TV series, music, you name it. It’s everywhere. Of course I’m going to know more about it than, say, Lichtenstein. The exposure of American public figures is insane and it just happens that the stuff that appears on my dash is most often related to the USA because that is what the people I follow also follow (and for the record, on Tumblr, I mainly follow the Merlin fandom and to a somewhat lesser degree, various artists, baby animals, Chinese traditional outfits, Buzzfeed and NASA news). I absolutely do reblog pure evil, injustices, hypocrisy and intentionally inflicted misery in other countries too when I see them, but I don’t actively go looking for them on Tumblr, just like I don’t actively look for the USA posts either. The USA posts are simply there, without much active input from me, while other countries are not. An important point, of course, since we are having this weird discussion about why a random person outside of the USA is consuming so much American media, is that English is the only foreign language I am fluent in, so when it comes to foreign content, I am primarily going to read and interact with posts in English. And which country creates the most content in English? Yup, you guessed it!  

On a similar note, everything that happens in the USA affects other countries too. Nothing that goes on there takes place in a vacuum and the USA has made damn sure that it has its fingers in each and every single pie all over the world. Everything, the good and the bad, spills over and trust me, we feel the effects acutely in my unstable, politically fraught little country. The economic and cultural implications are enormous, so you can bet American issues are very personal for me, even if I don’t live there. My country’s government consists of puppets in the hands of various world leaders playing tug of war with actual human lives. My literal paycheck depends on the stability of the dollar. The survival of the entire human species hangs on how we deal with climate change right now and that ignorant, illiterate orange shitstain Americans voted into power is now standing on a global platform, spouting nonsense that is barely one step removed from Creationist bullshit and Flat-earther conspiracies. And you seriously ask me why I’m interested in the USA? 

The USA loves to dub itself as ‘the leader of the free world’ and ‘a global superpower’, and has managed to stick its nose into everybody’s business everywhere (usually with no good intentions), but somehow you question why the rest of us are now going to be interested in what is going on there, not to mention critical when the US government spouts absolute rubbish not just on a domestic, but also global scale? So, yes, I am personally invested in what is going down next in the USA and am sitting here, half the world across, cheering Americans on as they fight to have that shame they elected removed from power and, hopefully, incarcerated, along with all his corrupt cronies, advisors and family members. I’m going to be genuinely celebrating here when he finally goes down!

Secondly, I come from one of those countries that the USA and its allies have destroyed for their own gain and where they have ruined countless lives over multiple generations. I have every reason to notice, take a personal interest in and comment on the hypocrisy, the grandstanding and the false moral high ground that is assumed by the USA (and any of its bootlickers) when I see it.

For any of my USA followers here, I would just like to note that I am perfectly capable of distinguishing between ordinary people and disgusting government policies enacted by corrupt or incompetent politicians. I realise this post sounds angry, but I wish only good things for you all, people are people everywhere and the stuff I’m talking about is way above the average person’s paygrade. I also realise that the USA has screwed over so many of its own citizens; including its war veterans, PoC, minorities, the poor, the weak and the disabled. My heart goes out to you all, truly, and I love you all!

(BTW, I intentionally have not said which country I’m from because I’ve stopped publically stating my location online, simply because it makes it too easy for malicious people to identify me IRL that way. I don’t necessarily hide my RL identity if I have a valid reason to reveal my true name and location, but please forgive me for not stating it outright here, on a public platform, to satisfy the curiosity of an anon ask. My country is misogynistic, homophobic and hostile to all who are non-conforming and my job prospects are hard enough without my online pseudonyms being generally known in my RL circles. I used to be much less secretive about it, but have since learned the error of my ways and am now taking the most basic of precautions.)

With that said, yes, my country has issues! And, fyi, I have ranted and raged and cried about them before online, IRL and in private. I have posted about my country’s political problems everywhere, including here, when I was just too angry to hold it in because I’m absolute shit at being careful even when I make a conscious effort to be. Most recently, I raged about our elections which were a punch to the gut. If I was to start typing about the corruption, injustices and absolute evil going on around me, I would never stop, but I’m not going to do that because that’s not what I come to Tumblr for. This is primarily a fandom space, mostly for fandom stuff, where I come to look at other people’s things and almost never create content of my own. Just about anything political has been reblogged from someone else because it showed up on my dash and touched a nerve. Very little of that is stuff from my own country because nobody creates and reblogs posts about it in the fandom circle I mostly interact with.

I’m now trying to think back to what ‘SJW’ issues (as you put it) I reblog the most often and how any of them are ‘imaginary injustices’. Off the top of my head, the ones that usually touch a nerve are about the oppression and discrimination of women, patriarchy, sexism, various kinds of abuse, sexual assault, overworking, capitalist brainwashing, mental health issues, LGBTQ issues, freedom of speech, resurgence of Nazism, the gap between the rich and the poor, climate change and criminal religious institutions regaining power in society. I can assure you that none of these is ‘imaginary’ and the negative ways in which they affect me and the people around me are very, very real. Also, none of them is unique to the USA, which is what you seem to be the most concerned about, and even if the post is from or about the USA, these problems definitely overlap with things that I, and countless people around the world, are personally experiencing and have a lot of feelings about. The only social issues ‘unique’ to the USA that I often reblog are the ones related to the particular US brand of racism and the appalling, still-ongoing genocide committed against the indigenous people there, and how can you not empathise with that when it’s so egregious? I will reblog them every time they cross my dash to spread awareness since the US government is actively trying to stifle it and rewrite history and idc who is uncomfortable.

With all that said, I’m open to corrections and have no problem admitting to being wrong once I realise I’ve made a mistake. So, this goes for all the people following my blog: if any of the posts I shared are about ‘imaginary’ issues (just… wow at the use of this word) or contain false information, please feel free to let me know and I will take it under advisement. I’m always willing to learn.