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definedbydaylight · 8 months

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“Change In Pressure”

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ (The Large Age Gap Fic)

A Matty Healy x OC Fanfiction

Part 1 Masterlist: .°˖✧ Word Count: 1624 Warnings: nothing quite yet but i promise you there will be quite a few warnings in the future...

Series Summary: Aurelia Hawke is the newest artist signed to Dirty Hit but she is in no way new to the industry, the second child of Uma Thurman and Ethan Hawke seems set up for success, but a string of unfortunate events sets her on a path she thought she'd never walk down, and somehow it has everything to do with the lead singer of The 1975.

The steps up to her new apartment felt miles long, her sister and father already inside setting up a bookshelf they had bought earlier that day, a decently heavy box positioned uncomfortably in her arms, she pauses to resituate the box and carries on up to the front door. Already slightly ajar she uses her foot to push it open farther, she stops her sister Maya laying facedown on the floor as their father reads the instructions to the bookshelf, the way Maya groans she assumes it’s not the first time they’ve gone over it.

Setting down the box alerts her sister of her presence. “Aurelia! God please save me from him, he’s convinced he can do it, but I’m pretty sure we’re missing several pieces.”

Aurelia laughs and sets a hand on their father’s shoulder. “Dad, let's just go buy nice vintage furniture that doesn’t need assembling tomorrow okay?”

He smiles up at you. “Whatever you’d like, Aurie, I just want to make sure everythings perfect for you.” He sighs. “Having you an ocean away is already hard enough.”

“I know Dad, why don’t you and Maya go grab the last 2 boxes from my car, I have to get changed for my meeting today.” She takes a deep breath. “Then I’ll meet you both back at the hotel for dinner okay?”

He nods and kisses the top of her head, making his way towards the door as Maya speaks up. “I expect to be compensated for my labor today!”

Aurelia scoffs and smiles at her as she follows their father out the door.

She grabs her bag with her change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change, the place feels empty but she knows in a few weeks Timothee will be coming back from LA and it’ll finally start to feel like a home, most of all she’s grateful to be out of the hotel she’s been living in for the past month. Fixing up her makeup in the small mirror above the sink she begins to worry, she’s already got the offer and all she needs to do is sign the contract and start recording for the EP, but she can’t help but feel like something horrible is going to happen. Aurelia pushes the thought deep into the back of her brain, she exits the bathroom to grab her bag and keys before heading out the door to her car.

The drive to the Dirty Hit office is filled with screaming along to The 1975 to ease her nerves, not only was she getting signed to an incredible record label, but also the one that just so happened to house her favorite band in the world. It felt like a fever dream, although she can’t dismiss the fact that her family has definitely helped her in her career and she is forever grateful for the opportunities it’s brought her, she’s just glad people took her talent into account. She finally arrives and finds a spot to park about a block away, she takes the time of the walk to practice her breathing and calm herself before entering the building, the weight of the front door feels 1000 times heavier than normal.

Aurelia is greeted by a woman at least a head taller than her dressed in a pencil skirt and grey blouse, she starts to feel extremely underdressed.

“Hello I’m Terri, and you must be Aurelia Hawke, am I correct?” The woman’s voice is like butter with what Aurelia would only assume people would call a posh accent.

She smiles in return. “Yes that’s me, it’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, I’ll take you up to Jamie’s office, he should be ready for you.” Terri smiles back and waves her along to follow.

They take the elevator up 3 floors to a very modern yet laid back waiting area, Terri bypasses the seating area and heads straight to a large set of double doors and opens them up wide, she looks back at Aurelia and her eyes tell her to follow.

“I’ll be right outside if you need anything dear.” She says as she lays a comforting hand on the singer's shoulder and walks away.

Aurelia turns into the office and is not only greeted by Jamie, but George Daniel is also sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Aurelia! Pleasure to finally meet you in person, please take a seat.” Jamie gestures to the seat beside George.

The meeting goes well, she’s signed for a 3 album contract after the EP is released, she’s unbelievably nervous after being surprised by George joining in on the meeting. Jamie said he wanted him there because he’d be helping her with the mixing for the EP, they discussed the songs she had for it and played them the demos she had made for them to review, Jamie seemed pleased and George was over the moon about getting to mess with the mixing on “Supercut” which calmed Aurelia’s nerves because that was the song she was least sure about. She thanks them both and they all say their goodbyes, before she leaves George stops her to exchange numbers and emails so they can discuss and send tracks back and forth.

“It’s been great talking, can’t wait to get to work with you.” George smiles.

“Me too, thanks girl!” She freezes in place, feeling stupid with the comment she’s made.

“Ha! Girl, I like that! Well see you later girl.” She thanks god he didn’t find it too weird and waves him goodbye and exits the office’s front door.

The walk back to her car has her giddy, she pulls her phone out to call her boyfriend to tell him about the contract details and how excited she is, the phone rings a few times before he answers.

“Hello?” Timothee says.

“Oh my god I have never been more nervous for anything in my whole life, and now it’s over.” She sighs into the phone, digging around in her bag for her car keys.

“It’s already over? How’d it go baby?” He asks, sounding excited but a little distracted, but Aurelia can’t blame him, she knows he’s been insanely busy these last few weeks.

“It actually went amazing! I got a 3 album deal after the EP releases, and you wouldn’t believe it, George Daniel was there!” She’s beams sliding into the driver's seat.

“Who?” He asks, confused.

“George Daniel? Drummer for The 1975? They’re my favorite band babe I talk about them all the time!” She says, a little hurt he didn’t remember after all the times she’s talked about them before.

“Right, right. I’m sorry baby I knew that, I’m just a little all over the place right now with work at the moment, I’m on set right now.” He sighs after he speaks. “I’m just excited for the next few weeks to fly by so I can be with you in our new home.”

She smiles at his words. “Me too, sorry for the stress, I’m glad we got to talk but I’ve got to let you go so I can meet my dad and Maya back at their hotel for dinner. I’ll see you soon enough, I love you.”

“Love you too, bye baby.” He ends the call and she collapses back into her seat.

Being away from Timothee makes their relationship feel unnecessarily stressful at times, she wishes she could just see his face when she spoke to him, she could always tell how he was feeling by the look on his face. The drive to the hotel was smooth and dinner was nice and easy, she updated her family on the contract and her day, then said her goodbyes once again to head back to her apartment. Greeted by boxes stacked taller than her and furniture shoved in random places, she sighs and heads to her kitchen where she knows she’s at least got the necessities to make a cup of tea before she gets cleaned up for bed.

Aurelia can’t seem to sleep in the unfinished apartment so she stays up scribbling lyric ideas in her journal late into the night and early morning, it’s around 1:30 when she receives an email from George with a new mix for “Supercut” and a message that reads;

Couldn’t stop thinking about this track so I just had to work on this tonight, let me know what you think, the songs is going to smash the charts I promise you that

She calls George immediately after listening to the audio track.

“Yes?” He answers, sounding nervous.

“It’s fucking brilliant George! Truly! I hadn’t even told you any of my ideas and yet somehow it’s like you pulled the sound I wanted straight out of my brain, it's unbelievable!” Aurelia shrieks with joy.

“Oh thank god, I’m just glad you like it.” George sighs with relief.

“Like it? Did you not just hear what I said? Girl, I love it!” She beams.

“Okay, okay, thank you very much Girl.” He laughs at her.

“Oh lord this is going to become a thing now isn’t it?” Aurelia mentally face-palms.

“Oh it most definitely is.” He laughs again. “Goodnight Girl, we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

She smiles at that and says her goodnights before they hang up.

Feeling an air of calm and security after the phone call puts Aurelia in the mood to sleep finally, she sets her journal on her side table and cracks the bedroom window before slipping into her sheets, the breeze and light sounds of late night city noises lull her to sleep faster than anything has in a long time, she feels like tomorrow it’ll only get better.

Part 2 (coming at some point)

a/n: so i'm not totally dead, but life has been kicking my ass so bear with me loves, anyway i love this character sm so i'm really going to be trying to keep up with this one <3

#matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty #healy #matty healy x oc #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy x reader #not really lmao #dbd matty fics #dbd change in pressure

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palestinian-fundraising · 2 days

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PLEASE READ🇵🇸

Help Asmaa Continue School Outside of Gaza

Message from organizer:

My name is Alicia. I'm fundraising to help Asmaa Dwaima pay off her dental certificate and leave Gaza to continue school abroad. I met Asmaa through a post her friend Yara shared on TikTok.

A message from her is below:

My name is Asmaa Dwaima, I am 24 years old, and I live in Gaza in Palestine. I am a dentist. I have just finished my internship year, and I was so glad to be ready to start working, maybe at a center or maybe I can open my own clinic. I lost my future.

I have no hopes right now about getting a job. I was dreaming of having a job and collecting money on bank like any other one in the planet and after that buying my own car and going to complete my master degree , or maybe i could apply for a scholarship and fly like a bird outside Gaza!

Now I am searching for a scholarship in USA OR UK. I really want to apply for one, but unfortunately I hadn't have my Certificate of Dentistry from Al-Azhar university of Gaza. Since I had $10,000 fees needed to get it, everything in my life stopped and connected with this certificate! So I need this money to get my certificate and then apply for a scholarship.

"Welcome Ramadan" we go to supermarkets with my family, buying things, we go to the beach with my friends to have my eftar there, like magic, everything was magical and fabulous but suddenly everything goes away. We can't even smile or laugh when we remember Eid is coming up!

Previously, whenever I felt bored I immediately go to the sea. Sometimes with my friends sometimes with my own self, but now I haven't see the sea for 173 days! The thing that was my permanent treatment is now unreachable...

What happened during the war was so hard to understand. On Friday 13 October 2023 while we were thinking about what would be our main meal, the Israeli army asked us as a Palestinian people who live in the northern area of Gaza strip to leave our homes, our work, our dreams behind, and go to the southern area of Gaza strip. And since that time we haven't returned home!

For more than 6 months I don't see my home. I don't feel safe. We feel we are lost , we miss everything, all that actually feels like a nightmare and I hope I will get up soon! But till now I don't get up!!

I lost 4 of my family members, and 5 of my friends, and they aren't numbers they are stories dreams beautiful souls we lost and we will always love them and tell people about them.

I lost my home, my beloved room, my things , my dad lost his work place , they destroyed it completely, leveled to the ground , Dwaima watches company the ancient company that was founded by my grandfather, “Mohamed Saeed Dwaima,” in the year 1975, had been completely erased. That was a shock for us. We put goods worth $500,000 in it. How difficult it is for a person to lose everything in the blink of an eye, his home, his work, and the devotion of his entire life.

And now i live with other 10 of my family members in one room, 11 individuals live in a small room ! We eat we drink we pray we sleep in the same room , the whole day on it. People live in camps without a thing underneath them. They are just laying down on the floor and sleep feeling cold and rain while their cries outstrip the rain outside.

And about the laundry , we are the washing machine unfortunately! Hhh. We can't have a bath whenever we want to do this ,just every 10 days on the municipal day.

What we're living nowadays is hard to understand.

Getting or having water is a hard mission , for example my brothers have to fill the water tank from the mosque since we just have water in the room where we living 1 day every 10 days, so other days they have to fill the tank from the mosque and walking for more then 2 kilometers to finally reach the place where we live.

Please, help me save me and my family from the war that is happening in Gaza. I have not seen many of my family members for about six months and I am deeply concerned that I may never see them again, especially after losing so many friends, neighbors and relatives. We have faced repeated displacement since October. I don't know when all of this gonna end , when we will return back home and start our lives again!

It's not our first time to lose our home since in war 2014. We lost our entire building, 10 families lost their place where they were living, so please this is our GoFundMe page, if you can help us do it , we are dreaming so much and we won't stop dreaming of returning home and rebuild my dad's workplace, maybe one day I will share my own clinic pictures with you, and that will happen with your generous help.

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tiwtdafs · 5 months

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swiftbridgers masterpost/timeline

DISCLAIMER: though the events of this timeline are accurate to real life, swiftbridgers is a completely satirical conspiracy theory that i made as a joke in december of 2022 before completely forgetting about it until may of 2023, i am very aware that both taylor and phoebe have boyfriends that are 6’5” and could squash me like a bug

that being said, please enjoy:

It all starts with a song.

A song called sidelines.

A song about a man named Paul Mescal that was used in a TV show starring a man named Joe Alwyn.

At the time of the songs release, these two men had (alleged) fiancés named Phoebe Bridgers and Taylor Swift, and these (alleged) fiancés have a song together, that song is called Nothing New.

Although, in December of 2022, the news that Phoebe and Paul have broken up is revealed by the one and only Daily Mail, which resulted in a lot of tweets like these:

As at the time of the news breaking, Paul and Joe had just recently been on Variety’s Actors on Actors together, and about a month earlier it had been announced that Taylor and Phoebe were going on tour together in May of 2023, which gave us the first real photos of them together, which fans have affectionately nicknamed the “prom photos”

(keep May 2023 in mind, the bulk of this will take place in May)

Time-skip to March, 2023

On March 27th, Phoebe presented the innovator award to Taylor at the iHeartRadio awards, and not too long later Taylor posted about the release of Phoebe’s band boygenius’s album, the record. Unfortunately I can’t find screenshots of this anywhere, so this ask I sent to Jaime the other day and my memory are the only evidence I have

On April 8th, 2023, news broke that Taylor and Joe had split up after having been together 6 years. Some time later, on a date I have apparently completely repressed from my mind, news came out that Taylor was dating Matty Healy of the 1975.

I can’t remember if this was before or after the news broke, but whenever it was, I sent this to the discord

And so it began

May on Eras brought us a months worth of content revolving around the following:

Taylor backing away from Phoebe whenever she got within a certain distance of her, them staring longingly into each others eyes while singing the most devastating song you’ve ever heard, and most importantly, MEMES!!!

At the last show of Phoebe’s run on Eras, Taylor wore one of Phoebe’s Catbird necklaces, (and continued to do so pretty much until Travis Kelce entered the scene). In Taylor’s tweet about the MetLife shows she says, “@/phoebe_bridgers, I’ll miss you out here my dude, thanks for the duets and the dressing room heart to hearts 💕”

Since Taylor stopped wearing her jewelry, the only public interactions between the two have been via Phoebe’s Instagram Story (she posted “Slut!” on 1989 TV release day and Back to December on Taylor’s birthday) and that one time they went out to dinner in October or November.

so uh. yeah. there you have it! the complete swiftbridgers timeline. the seth meyers interview was left out on purpose because it doesn’t really link to all the rest of this. please refer to the powerpoint if you haven’t already!!

#olive.txt #taylor swift #phoebe bridgers #swiftbridgers #this is my magnum opus

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thelasttime · 22 days

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whats the 2014 maylor lore what happened back then someone give me a sparknotes

here's a reddit post

although here's like the main bit:

Taylor Swift and Matty Healy Deep Dive

November 2014, Healy and Swift meet backstage in Los Angeles during one of his concerts. Swift attends the show with Ellie Goulding and Selena Gomez. Healy later says on the Australian radio program Shazam Top 20 about how he and Swift got each other's numbers. The host suggests he and Swift would become the next big celebrity couple. Healy replies, “I mean, bloody hell, what am I going to do, go out with Taylor Swift? She’s a sensation. I wouldn’t say no.” Video: https://youtu.be/JmWQu5fRyiw?si=ezpD84k3CWQJDXg-

Swift is photographed wearing a black plaid skirt and a The 1975 tank top in Los Angeles on November 22. Around that time, she is also being linked to Harry Styles, with Entertainment Tonight even claiming Styles was at The 1975's show, and the exes had a friendly reunion. But The Mirror is told by its own source that Styles was not there, just Goulding and Gomez.

December 2014, Swift attends another 1975 concert in New York City with Karlie Kloss. Us Weekly reports on December 10 that Swift and Healy are secretly dating. “It’s very new and they’re having fun,” a Swift friend told the outlet. “They’re seeing where things go.” The outlet adds that Healy pursued her and was frequently texting her.

January 2015, Healy denies the dating rumors, calling the idea that they had dated for two months “ridiculous.”

“It is bloody fake. It’s all fake. It’s all a farce,” he told Shazam Top 20. “There’s no, like, relationship or anything happening.” He said of what happened, “We met each other. We exchanged numbers in the same way a lot of people in this kind of world do. And we spoke occasionally, and then she's the biggest pop star in the world. I'm in Australia. There's no, like, relationship or anything happening. It's just funny how people really, really buy into that.”

“So that didn't really happen,” he added. “As much as it'd be amazing for me if it did, unfortunately it didn't.”

#asks #asking you this*#anonymous #no relationship but we know they were hooking up

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jellieclogs · 4 months

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some songs I don’t think I’ll ever hear the same again

(I listened to these at the lowest points of my life and will break down crying if you play them)

i guess - mitski (my worst one)

two slow dancers - mitski

used to be friends - searows

exile - taylor swift

listen before i go - billie eilish

suicide - isaac dunbar (2nd worst, cried to this everyday for a month I think…but genuinely helped me not to kms)

i was all over her - salvia plath (makes me sick oh god)

limerence - yves tumor (10 hour version)(if you see me listening to this shit I am NOT okay)

how to never stop being sad - dandelion hands

moon song - phoebe bridgers

me - the 1975 (instaskip i can’t listen to this casually anymore)

i’m tired - labrinth (dear god I’m curling into myself just thinking about it)

will he - joji

i don’t wanna do this anymore - xxxtentacion (dont like that man but this song is unfortunately a trauma response)

star shopping - lil peep (definitely crying every single time. I miss peep everyday.)

moments - alexander panos

and finally, this specific tiktok of piano aquatic ambience by scizzie

it’s only because I’m deranged that I want to see other ppls lists sO bad .

#it’s cray because someone will see this list and be like you call THIS garbo tiktok music EMOTIONAL????#And I’ll be like Well #Yes!#mitski I guess just might be the most gut wrenching song in existence I think !#like if you play that around me I actually start dissociating because of how hard I associate it with my suicidal ideation and depression 😭#but anyway that’s not important even if I didn’t have some grand meaning or context the song is still horrifically sad #and I love that shit it’s like CRACK to me #mitski #salvia plath #The 1975 #lil peep #phoebe bridgers #exile taylor swift

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owlbelly · 4 months

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musing about Le Guin & Gethenian sexuality

i'm reading all my Le Guin lately in this volume of Hainish stories i bought a few years ago since i had already read TLHOD, knew i wanted to read Dispossessed, & figured i would not regret owning as much of her work as possible (correct)

so last night i read both "Winter's King" (the version from 1975 with she/her pronouns, though it has the '69 original too) & "Coming of Age in Karhide" (1995) - i was both thrown off & kind of delighted by how different the 90s story is. like thank god we finally get a little Gethenian queerness but also the language is so funny in comparison, let Karhidish kids say fuck i guess? maybe once you kemmer you just don't say it anymore because of your shifgrethor.

for real though, reading sci-fi about a genderless society where sexuality is celebrated/respected, as an agender queer with a lot of shame & trauma??? gghgh. hgghghhh. they just go to the kemmerhouse & bang whoever they want while eating snacks :') i like that you can do monogamy if you want but it's not required. honestly the idea of not thinking about sex at all except for once a month & there being a distinct cultural space for it during that time sounds like so much pressure off.

i think she still could have done more thinking around asexuality (i am SURE there are Gethenians who don't kemmer or who are on longer cycles etc.) & people who consistently prefer same-sex partners - maybe even kemmer male or female based on same-sex pheromones! or just prefer to kemmer in a particular body configuration. i mean she mentions that in Orgoreyn people do that via injecting hormones but it comes off as being part of Orgoreyn's cultural artificiality/deception, which sucks. like ah yes Orgoreyn is superficially more socially permissive but built on lies & control whereas socially/interpersonally strict Karhide is more natural/honest. a little bit of City of Illusions transphobia creeping into her most trans book like come on!!! but i am still giving her props as a cis woman thinking about shit at all in 1969.

anyway i am feeling a way about living on the unfortunate binary-loving planet in a culture that is PARTICULARLY awful about sex

#ezra reads #ursula le guin #the left hand of darkness #coming of age in karhide

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the-rodent-gentleman · 1 year

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Oh look, yet another list of headcanons for a comfort character that required a boatload of research. Plus, what a more appropriate time of the year, am I right?

There’ll be mentions of the Vietnam War and post-war Vietnam below; you have been warned.

His full name is Huynh Ngoc Dương (pronounced WIN KNOCK YOO-UNG)

His first name’s pronounced that way since he’s from South Vietnam.

He prefers to be called by his last name in America since it’s easier to explain and for Westerners to pronounce.

He will go by Yiang (YANG) for his first name if necessary.

However, others have known him by his last name for so long he sees no point in correcting them.

Born May 5, 1954 near Saigon (present-day Ho Chi Minh City) since he said in “Snow” that he hadn’t been born yet in 1949.

Side note: the First Indochina War ended in 1954, the second one following soon after. In other words, this birthdate would also mean Hyunh had grown up in a country consistently ravaged by war.

Was more energetic and excitable as a child, the type to dash all over the place, hunting around for whatever interested him if he didn’t have a task at hand like chores.

Also was the kind of kid who didn’t mind helping out around the house a lot (and probably made a big mess of everything more often than not), cooking in particular. Heck, if he had a bad day, he and his mom would chat while making the family’s next meal.

Was separated from his family alongside his father at the age of 7 in 1961 into one of Ngo Dinh Diem’s Agrovilles; was later relocated to one of the “strategic hamlets”, where he would meet and befriend his future wife

Had a younger brother who died fighting against South Vietnam and America during the Vietnam War. This led to Hyunh being classified as one of the “good people” by the new government, sparing him a good chunk of the misfortunes that befell others of his country.

Unfortunately, being Buddhist didn’t score him points with the government at the time either, so he kept his worship discrete until he got to America

Hyunh sees a lot of his deceased brother in Ernie.

Briefly encountered Gerald’s father during the Vietnam War, back when Hyunh barely had any grasp on English

Had Mai in 1973, 2 years before the Fall of Saigon.

His wife died from stray U.S. gunfire in a fire-free zone a few months after Mai’s birth

Mai got taken in by friends of Mr. Hyunh after he gave her up, thankfully, but due to a clerical decision to log her under her stepfamily’s surname instead of her father’s, it took ages for her to be found.

The time Hyunh gave up Mai to the American soldier would have been during Operation: Frequent Wind on April 30th, 1975.

He still has nightmares of wandering the roads of his country post-war, starving for food.

Was tempted to join the boat people some years after sending away his daughter, but chose not to for fear he might not survive.

Came to the boardinghouse in 1995, a few months before Arnold was born.

He used to be a frequent smoker (hence the pipe in “Arnold’s Christmas”) to cope with stress, but started trying to kick the habit after reuniting with Mai.

He gave Arnold only part of the reason he refused fame in “Mr. Hyunh Goes Country” because he didn’t think Arnold would understand the rest of his reasoning: he knew the money would have made life easier for him, especially in regard to showering Mai with gifts to compensate for missing out on her growing up.

However, 1) he feared the celeb life would isolate him from the people in his life, his daughter included, not to mention 2) subject him to constant racial alienation by the new people he’d have to deal with as a celebrity. He’s followed the careers of other celebrities of color; he’s seen what can become of them, let alone the shit they have to put up with from white folks.

Besides, he would have donated most of that money to charity anyway

After a little convincing from Arnold and the other boarders, he tries his hand at being a local event artist and finds he enjoys that much more, not only because of the smaller crowds but because he actually gets to perform for his friends and family

His favorite animals are moon bears, followed by lions.

Big fan of country-style diners

Does yoga in his spare time

Loves visiting the ocean, especially since he’s a very adept swimmer

Blue is his favorite color; green is a close second

Halloween has been among his top favorite holidays since coming to America because he gets to dress up and act.

He got so used to riding bicycles back in Vietnam after the war to the point that he came to enjoy it. He prefers them over motorbikes anyway since he finds them easier to maintain.

In fact, he even has a bike he takes for afterwork rides around the city. However, he never uses it to actually commute to work for 2 reasons: El Patio is too close for that and doesn’t have a place to chain up bicycles.

Big fan of fruit since candy is bad for his stomach (as he stated in the Christmas episode)

Can’t stand most rap music since he considers it the musical equivalent of a migraine

Doesn’t mind jazz and RnB, though, as they’re much more soothing to his senses

As far as country music goes, he’s a big fan of Sheryl Crow, although he’ll sometimes dip his toe into Stevie Nicks’ music too (no this isn’t me projecting my childhood, what do you mean?)

Being left out of family activities hurts him as it reminds him too much of how much of an outsider he felt around other families after he gave up Mai

He has nothing against opulence in general; he simply feels he’d attract the wrong kind of people with it

Being from a tropical region, he is unsurprisingly not a big fan of the cold

He’s always hated kiss-ups (like his coworker from “Family Man”) and freeloaders like Oskar, but especially despises people who get by through nepotism even more since they never worked to get where they are

Sewing and knitting are a fond pastime for him, which would explain how he has so many sweaters in his closet.

These hobbies goes hand in hand with his love for theater - as he said in “Romeo and Juliet”, he is “very dramatic”.

In fact, he’s developed a knack for making costumes to wear. He’s even responsible for a good chunk of the outfits Gertie wears for her holiday antics

Speaking of which, he doesn’t mind getting roped into her antics as long as he gets to dress up himself, like in the Thanksgiving episode

Looking after children is like second nature to him on account of how often he had to look after his little brother; his neighbors would often ask him to look after their children for them as well

Would like to visit the Rocky Mountains someday just so he can play his guitar there. (Not the Southwest, though, beautiful as it is – too many creepy-crawlies)

Gets lost in thought easily, especially when he’s anxious over something

Pansexual and panromantic, although it takes him a while to fully embrace his orientations

Had to unlearn a lot of internalized homo/biphobia - his time in the underground queer bars in Saigon and Hillwood helped a lot with that

Would you believe me if I said Gertie and her chaotic bisexual self might have contributed as well?

Quite frankly, he thinks Dr. Tran Bong Son and his “Fake Homosexual” theory are both full of shit

A very dominant (though still caring) top in bed

Has a paunch he’s a little embarrassed about

This man is 100% Autistic: songwriting and singing help him relax; often forgets to modulate his volume, especially when excited or upset; becomes tactile with whatever’s on hand when nervous; struggles with socializing

Would be voiced by François Chau for Season 6. None of that Wally Wingert shit from the Jungle Movie.

Jonathan Ke Quan would be the perfect live-action choice for him. Change my mind.

#Mr. Hyunh #Mr. Huynh #headcanons #Hey Arnold #nickelodeon #favorite characters #vietnamese #Vietnam #history #tw: vietnam war #my precious husband #my childhood

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yukizaldi · 1 month

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Chapter III: Catalina’s Welcome // Far From Home!

Warnings: angst, fluff, (there is h/c there too) crying, blood, mention of abuse, mention of death, and panic attack

A/n: I know people have their own different experiences on panic attacks. Alas, poor girlie Elena🥺. Also, this is the longest chapter, damn! A lot of shit to unpack.

A/n 2: The following content may be unsuitable for younger readers. Reader’s discretion is strongly advised.

Elena’s pov

“Have we met before?” he asks me.

It’s the same man from before. The one I found at sea. The man I saved from drowning without being caught by my Sisters and the Ocean. I nod.

“It must be true. You must be the one. What’s your name, darling?”

I look down sadly.

“Can’t speak?”

I nod reluctantly. This is a secret to all sirens. You must not speak in front of others when you’re in public. Giving your voice means you kill. You add another dead man to the sea.

He takes out a pen. “Here,” he says as he puts his arm out for me. “You can write here.”

I contemplate giving him my real name for a split moment before actually writing it down.

“Elena. What a beautiful name.” His voice seems so gentle. He introduces himself as Matty.

Ugh his smile. He’s so beautiful like this. Just like when I found him the other day. He takes my hand as he kisses it, his gentle lips brushing against it.

I am eying a bracelet on Matty’s wrist, curiosity getting the best of me. It looks so beautiful. The pearls in it wraps around it like a ribbon. I grab my phone, open notes and begin typing.

That bracelet is beautiful, I sign. Someone made it for you?

“My girlfriend made it for me,” he replies. “Unfortunately, she passed away in a car accident. I was gonna marry her. She was the light of my life until her death. It had been days since. That was when you found me. Nearly meeting my death. I thank you.”

I smile, but at the same time, I feel really sorry for him. He must have really loved that girl. He poured his heart and soul for her. Her death has affected him so much when I found him that day. I watch as he begins to burst into tears. He opened up about himself and what happened.

I’m really sorry for your loss. I sign again.

I get up from the bench and hug him as he cries. He lays his head on my shoulder as I stroke his head, my fingers slightly scratching his scalp. My other hand is rubbing his back in soothing patterns. I feel his body shaking from all of the pain he has been carrying for the past couple days after the incident. I pull away for a moment as I place his hand on my chest to help guide his breathing. I inhale and he follows, though his breath is shaky. I exhale and he does the same. We do this for five minutes before he finally calms down.

I wipe away the fresh tears from his face, placing a gentle kiss upon his cheek. He smiles weakly as he pulls me in for another hug, his head now resting on top of my head and mine resting on his chest. We stay like this for a while longer until I check the time and pull away from him.

I have to go, I sign as I give him my number with exes and o’s and ‘call me’. I will see you soon. It was nice meeting you, Matty.

“It’s nice meeting you too, Elena.”

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I am humming to myself as I text Matty when I heard Isa call my name.

“Coming!” I call over my shoulder.

I look back on my phone to shoot a text.

I am needed rn so can I text you later?

I shall be waiting for you, darling.

Dropping my phone in the bed, I rush to the living room to see what’s happening. “My poster has multiple copies sold!” she exclaims happily. Isa has always been an artist. She finds paintings in many art museums and online for inspiration. I see multiple designs and patterns she makes.

If only I can tell her, Macy, and Catalina that I saved Matty over a month ago. But, as a siren, you can only kill. But when I sang him that song, it awoke him, not killed him. I find it very strange. Your voice is supposed to be a weapon. I’m scared that the Ocean might find out.

One week ago

Come, girls. Your new sister awaits. She’s morbidly scared. We heard the Ocean call.

We ran towards the dock. Where is she from? I asked.

Mexico. Be gentle with this one.

Saoirse joined us as we swam to the docks of Cozumel where there is a dolphin attraction. Thank the stars it was night, since no one is around. When we got there, we saw a girl tied up in a huge fish net! She was also covered in blood and bruises. Whoever did this to her…

“Come help me break the net,” Isa said as she tried to pull away the net. “They’re too rough.”

We broke the girl free as she collapsed on her knees sobbing. “Don’t come closer,” she cried. “Stay away!”

She must have been in horrible condition. I took the more gentle approach to her as I tried to soothe her. “It’s okay,” I cooed. “I won’t hurt you.”

The girl caved in and nestled herself into me, Saoirse joining in the hug.

“What do you remember?” Isa asked.

“I don’t want to remember,” the girl responded. “It was awful. Papa did this to me”-She showed all of the scars and bruises on her body-“he is a bad man.”

Poor girl. She’s so, so so hurt and scared.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“The one holding you right now is me, Elena,” I began. “In front of us is Isa, Macy, and Saoirse.”

“Catalina.” the girl introduced herself.

“We are mermaids. Sirens,” Macy explained. “You may have heard of us in many stories and Greek mythology. We belong to the Ocean. We feed Her.”

“What does the ocean eat?”

That was the same question I asked years ago when I first became a siren. After all, you can’t kill curiosity out of someone. They must know the answers.

I found small figures and a toy boat to show her. I emphasized the figures as sirens and the boat in my hand as the people in it. I felt it was a lot more easier to describe the duties. She seemed to get the gist of it.

“From this day forward,” Macy began. “You won’t get sick or injured. Your voice is a weapon. Once your years are up, your privileges will return to you.”

Catalina gave a confused look. “Neither of us never understood that the first time,” Saoirse chimed in. “It’s alright, mo stóirín. We’ve been through the same thing.”

Catalina contemplated a moment. Her father must have been a cruel man. “If that means getting away from my evil father, then be it,” she declared. “Take me away.”

Then came the next step: diving into the water. She seemed very nervous. “Watch Macy.” I told her. We watched as she gracefully dove into the water without hesitation. Catalina’s face changed to a smile as she dove in. Adorably, she held her breath.

All four of us swam around her as the Ocean placed the same cold force I’ve felt before into her mouth. When Catalina resurfaced and jumped, she exclaimed, “I’M A GODDESS! I HAVE BEEN REBORN!”

I smiled as I dove back in. She must really love her new life now.

She really does, the Ocean began. However, she must be very careful. You and your Sisters need to watch over her.

I understand.

Present day: the same bench from before

It’s great to see you again, Matty, I sign. How are things?

“It’s really great seeing you again, Elena,” he says gently. “I’m doing a little better. Still trying to get through it. It’s hard.”

I know. Do you wanna go look at records? Maybe it can cheer you up a little.

“I would love that.” There is that smile again.

The record store turns out to be the same one he goes to. Throughout the past 3 months, we’ve gotten closer as we get to know each other more. We’re both music lovers. We both enjoy each other’s company.

As we got out, he thanks me for this great day. I dive in for a hug, only this time, my arms wrap around his neck. I hear his heart beating so gently in his chest. His hand is stroking my back in calming patterns without realizing it’s making me melt more into him. He begins humming absentmindedly as his other hand plays with my hair. The background music outside is unfamiliar to me. I close my eyes as I listen. All the while he is swaying me side to side. It just feels…so right.

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It had been two weeks now since Saoirse bid farewell to us after serving her years. Two weeks since she was brought home in Ireland. To say how much I miss her would be an understatement. My only concern now is how scared I am still of the Ocean finding out I had saved Matty months ago.

The full moon has arrived tonight. It is that time again. The next sinking. I don’t want to do it after the last one, yet it is mandatory. More scared than ever.

I wish I could just swim away and see Matty again. Ever since our record shop date, I feel I am much closer to him. I think I’m starting to fall for him.

On my swim this morning, I was questioned by the Ocean. So I heard you found someone in my waters. Her voice was very clear of disappointment yet She seemed calm for some reason.

A man was drowning. I had to save him. I confessed. I knew this was coming. I argued that I didn’t say anything, knowing how you can’t speak as a siren in public. She then said that I can’t see him anymore and took my voice away as punishment. Now I am unable to speak at all to Macy, Isa, and Catalina. Now here I am at the next sinking, unable to sing and talk, only to witness it.

As they begin singing, I can’t take it anymore. It was all too much. Not being able to do anything. I go under and swim away, not giving a single fuck about anything.

When I got to the shore, I just sit on the rock, crying. It was horrible, this night. I really don’t want to deal with anything right now. I need Matty. I need him.

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Matty’s pov

“Elena?”

That is the only thing that came out of my mouth when I see her on the rocks at shore. I run to her. She is soaked and cold. She is crying. Something bad must have happened to her.

When she sees me, she just runs to my arms and continues crying. The salt water scent creeps up my nose. She’s miserable. She curls up into a ball and I fall on my knees to hold her. I begin stroking her back and rocking her back and forth as I shush her gently. “It’s okay, darling,” I say as I continue the soothing patterns on her. “It’s okay. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you. I got you.” She’s freezing, I think to myself. This poor girl. She’s so damn sweet to be hurt like this. So innocent. “I’m gonna hoist you up and then I take you home with me, yeah?” I ask her. She nodded.

I hoist Elena up and take off my jacket to wrap it around her to warm her as I take her to my car. She managed to get in. Throughout the drive, I continue to stroke soothing patterns on her hand.

When we arrived inside, she is hyperventilating, her eyes still red from crying, her whole body shaking. A full blown panic attack. She is crying harder than ever.

Elena makes a grabby hand signal as if to say that she wants to be held. I oblige and cradle her to my chest. If memory serves me right from our record shop date, she seemed to love hearing my own heartbeat and my humming, which kept her grounded. I place her hand on my chest and slowly take a deep breath, signaling her to follow my breathing. Her inhale comes out shaky, yet she managed. As I exhale, she also does. We keep doing this for a while until she’s calm. When Elena calmed down, she looks up to me with soft eyes as they tell me thanks. “I feel you need a nice shower, yeah?” She nods.

I run the bath for her as she gets in. She closes her eyes as the bubbles calm her more. I plant a kiss on her forehead with indication that I’m always here for her. She opens her eyes a moment to sign if I can do her hair. I grab the Head and Shoulders shampoo bottle I saved for her and apply to her head. As I massage her scalp, she is becoming more sleepy. I can lull her to sleep in bed.

After rinsing off the shampoo from her hair and applying and washing her with my eyes closed, I tell her, “You’re starting to prune, darling. I’m gonna get you out of the shower so you can sleep, yeah?” Elena smiles as if to say yes. After I got her out, dressed her up, and helped dry her hair, she is in bed with me, head on my bare chest as I hum the song again, her eyes closing. I begin singing softly.

When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore

That she would never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised

I'd never sing of love if it does not exist

But darling, you are the only exception

You are the only exception

She is asleep in my arms as I continue the rest of the song.

#the 1975 #matty healy #mermaids #deep blue au #matty healy fanfiction #Spotify

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Hate To Think About You With Somebody Else - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred and Y/N used to be friends with benefits, but that arrangement ended in heartbreak. Can Fred handle seeing her out with somebody else?

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MINORS DNI. Mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, small bit of violence/fight scene (the reader and Fred are not injured), possessive talk, fingering, degradation, bondage, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a bit angsty with a happy ending. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten anything!

A/N: For @theweasleytwinsgirl who asked for the reader teasing Fred, leading to her being tied up! I added a bit of plot to it, because I cannot help it. Obviously, this fic is lightly inspired by “Somebody Else” by The 1975. I am not very confident in my smut writing abilities, so any feedback would be appreciated! I also feel I should thank @lumosandnoxwriting for giving me advice and reassurance throughout writing this. Pictures are from Pinterest.

I have not included all of my general taglist, because I do not know who is 18+ or who wants to be tagged in smut.

Fred, George, Angelina, and Alicia sat leisurely around the twins’ shared living room, laughing and giggling over drinks. The past few weeks had been hell at the shop, so the boys felt they needed a much deserved night to just relax. Previously, Fred would have liked nothing more than to relieve his tension with Y/N, but unfortunately, that was no longer an option.

“Have you heard about Y/N and Pucey?” Angelina prodded with a giggle, her eyes alit with mischief.

Fred’s jaw immediately clenched at the sound of her name, his grip on his glass tightening. He most certainly hadn’t heard about her in a few weeks, and he hadn’t expected to have such a visceral reaction at the mere mention of her name. Regaining his composure, he forced himself to relax a bit and quirk a brow, feigning both confusion and interest.

“No? They shagging?” George questioned, sitting forward in his seat.

“Apparently, but I guess it’s becoming a bit more serious than just that.” Angelina shrugged, turning her gaze to Alicia beside her for confirmation. When the second girl nodded, Fred downed another gulp of his drink.

That can’t be right, he thought. It hadn’t even been a month since the last time they had been together, Y/N pinned beneath him as breathy moans escaped her lips. In the dim light of his bedroom, she had whispered to him that her pussy was his, that she was his, and now, apparently, she was with someone else. Some part of him knew that he had no right to be upset, because truthfully, it was his choice to end their little arrangement. But she had left him no choice after breaking their number one rule.

Y/N and Fred had ventured past friendly acquaintanceship about a year before, after a few too many firewhiskys at an infamous Weasley twins’ party. The morning after, they had tiptoed around each other, clearly uncomfortable by the change in dynamic. But it didn’t take long for it to happen again, and again, and again. Before either of them had really realized it, they had become much more than friends but much less than really together, and Fred wanted to keep it that way. He wanted them to remain in that middle ground.

As far as he knew, Y/N was more than fine with where they stood with each other. Until one day, she wasn’t. He remembered clearly how she had bit her lip and gazed at him, only moments after finishing him off with her mouth. He had looked at her curiously, wondering where her usual, joking, post-coital self had gone.

“Have you ever thought of me as more than, you know, just an easy fuck?”

Her words had shocked him, because they certainly weren’t the turn of phrase he would have used. He didn’t think of her as ‘an easy fuck,’ he thought of her as a friend. Someone he cared deeply for. But as he gazed into her desperate eyes, he was struck with the realization that he didn’t care for her the way she hoped. He had swallowed deeply, preparing his words in his mind, before shattering her heart.

Now, he wasn’t sure why he cared. Sure, he had thought about her a lot in the weeks they’d been apart, but he was always so sure that he had made the right choice. Relationships were messy, and he was young, so he had no intention to be tied down so soon. Still, the thought of her with Adrian Pucey made his blood boil, and he wished desperately that he could put an explanation to the feeling.

“Fred?”

The sound of his name tore him from his thoughts of Y/N, and he quickly plastered on his signature goofy grin before sitting forward and re-immersing himself in the conversation. Still, in the back of his mind, images of Y/N and Adrian played on repeat, fueling a fire that he hadn’t realized was a lit within him.

A week later, Fred found himself at a party at Oliver Wood’s flat, celebrating a win for Puddlemere United. There was an array of different people there, ranging from his old Hogwarts team, to groupies, to people who had just showed up at the mention of a party. Fred had planned on getting drunk that night, but after seeing George and Lee sloppily grinding on a few witches in an intoxicated bliss, he decided maybe—for once—he would be the responsible one.

Fred had gone nearly an hour, just barely nursing a glass of firewhisky and chatting with old friends jovially, before his eyes landed on a familiar face entering the party.

Fred was frozen at the eye contact they held, his first time seeing her in weeks. Y/N held the gaze for a moment, before turning to grip Adrian’s wrist behind her and drag him further into the party. If Fred thought he had a strong reaction to hearing about their relationship, it was nothing compared to actually seeing it. Fred slammed his drink down and walked away from the poor girl he had been chatting with without so much as an explanation.

“Let’s get out of here.” Fred clapped a hand down on George’s shoulder the moment he reached him, pulling his attention away from the girl dancing against him.

“Now?” George questioned incredulously, his brows raising. He gestured to the girl in his arms before returning a pleading look to his brother. “Come on, mate. This isn’t a great time.”

Fred knew he could convince his brother to leave if he explained, but his mouth felt entirely too dry. He couldn’t seem to formulate the words as to why he needed to get out of there. So, instead, he sighed and offered his brother a nod before retreating back to the outskirts of the people dancing.

Normally, Fred was the life of the party. By this point in the night, he’d usually be plastered and singing or dancing with no remorse. But seeing Y/N with a bloke like Pucey caused him to have an entire demeanor change, leaving him scowling leaned against the wall.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to find Y/N amongst those dancing, pressed closely to Pucey behind her. She was dancing provocatively, even turning in the man’s grasp every little bit to kiss him sloppily. At first, Fred had been almost certain that she was doing it on purpose. The way she was right in his line of vision, acting completely out of character in her open demeanor, it all felt like too much for him to handle.

Then, she made eye contact with him, and held it, and he just knew. She was doing it on purpose. All of her actions had been a way to get him worked up, to see if he would get jealous, and dammit it was working. Fred chewed on the inside of his cheek, holding her gaze as she grinded her bum against Pucey. She held his gaze as she slowly craned her neck and pulled Adrian into a searing kiss, her eyes back on Fred the moment the two pulled apart.

That was the final straw for Fred. He wasn’t going to stand idly by while she taunted him so openly, showing him everything he was missing. So, he pushed through the crowd of people and found his way to the two of them, ignoring the small smirk that had risen on her face.

“Y/N,” He breathed out, just loud enough for her to hear over the music. Suddenly, he was entirely unsure of his next move, but he desperately wanted to regain control over the situation. So, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Oi, what the hell, Weasley?” Adrian paused his dancing, although his hands remained gripped on Y/N’s waist. “Can��t you see we’re a little busy here?”

Fred completely ignored the man at first, his eyes never leaving Y/N. He could see by the look on her face that he had played exactly into what she wanted, but with the jealousy coursing through him, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. She smirked slightly at Fred before craning her neck to look back at Adrian, almost as if she were challenging him to fight for her further.

“I can see,” Fred seethed, finally looking up at Adrian. “I can see a poor girl not having a very good time. So, I’m offering her a better option. Why don’t you let her decide?”

Adrian scoffed, taking a small step back from Y/N but keeping one hand on her hip. He looked down at her, waiting expectantly for her to deny any desire to go off with Fred. When she simply glanced between the two of them, Adrian’s brows furrowed and a look of offense overtook his features.

“Come on, Y/N.” He pleaded. “Tell him.”

Y/N bit down on her lip, the action only infuriating Adrian further. He looked at her incredulously before scoffing and turning his head away.

“Should’ve known a desperate little slut like you couldn’t be loyal.”

In an instant, Fred pushed Y/N out of the way and landed a hard blow to Adrian’s jaw. Y/N was dazed, everything seeming to move in slow motion as all eyes turned on them. Adrian had faltered only for a moment, cupping his jaw in his hand before straightening up and lunging towards Fred.

Luckily, George and Lee were there after a moment, tearing Adrian away and threatening to pummel him as they marched him towards the door. Y/N knew Fred wouldn’t need their help in a fight, but she was still grateful that a full out brawl hadn’t occurred because of her. Y/N rushed to Fred, cradling his fist in her hand and glancing up at his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft, but the music had stopped, so he could hear her.

“‘m fine.” He answered curtly, glancing between the way she held his hand and her eyes. “So, can we get out of here?”

Y/N’s lips formed into a tight line, so as to conceal the smirk that desperately wanted to break through. She offered him a quick nod, and in an instant he was dragging her out the door and apparating her back to his flat.

The moment that they were in Fred’s room and the door shut, his lips were on hers. Her back was pressed up against his door, desperate little moans leaving her mouth as she reveled in the feeling of having him against her once more. Fred took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted, taking full control of the situation.

Y/N was more than content to let him take over, having missed him in their time apart more than she would ever like to admit. Of course, the feelings she still held for him lingered strongly, but she tried not to think about that as Fred pressed himself further against her. Adrian had been nothing more than a distraction, a feeble hope that she had held onto as a way to get over the tall red head, but it clearly hadn’t worked. She felt a bit bad, because she knew Adrian cared about her far more deeply than she did him, but she also knew she had made it clear she didn’t want a relationship. The irony was sickening.

“That was quite a show you were putting on tonight.” Fred pulled away from her breathlessly, his eyes tracking up and down her body.

“Yeah?” Y/N cocked her head to the side, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you mean, I was just having a bit of fun.”

A low growl crawled out of his throat as he pressed his lips to hers once more, using more force than previously. Y/N squeaked at the intensity, but quickly melted into him. His hands trailed up and down her sides as she rested her own around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

Fred’s hands finally made their way to the hem of her shirt, his fingers ghosting over the skin of her stomach and sending a shockwave throughout her. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up, raising her shirt up in his wake. Y/N was quick to oblige, breaking away from him to allow him to tear the garment off completely.

For a moment, Fred’s eyes trailed over her slightly revealed form, drinking in the way she looked half-naked. He hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing her like this, and he found that his breath hitched at even the littlest bit of exposure.

As his eyes met her pleading ones, he quickly recovered. Their passion resumed in an instant as he pressed his lips to hers once more, spinning her away from the door and walking her backwards towards his bed. Y/N allowed him to lightly push her back onto it, her heart fluttering at the sudden gentleness of his actions. She’d always loved the dominance he held over her, but something about what was happening between them now felt different. But, as he draped his body over her own, all of her hopes of actual romance melted away and her mind was entirely clouded with just the appeal of him.

Y/N arched herself against Fred, giving him the space to unclasp her bra. He slid the straps down her arms slowly, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, until he finally met the tops of her breasts. He cast her bra aside, shooting her one last look before taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Y/N moaned at the contact, her fingers immediately threading themselves through his flaming hair. As his teeth gently grazed her nipple she gave his hair a tug, causing him to moan against her.

Fred continued his trail downward, planting kisses down her torso until he made it to the band of her leggings. Y/N lifted her hips and Fred held eye contact with her as he slowly pulled them down her legs. Y/N realized that he seemed to be drawing all of this out, pushing her to the point of pure desperation to make her pay for teasing him all night. Still, she bit her tongue and held back any thoughts of pleading with him, she couldn’t give in that easy.

When she was left in nothing but her panties, Fred sat back on his knees and leisurely unbuttoned his shirt. Y/N watched him intently, her frustration increasing significantly, until she could no longer contain it. She let out a desperate whine, pleading with the man with her eyes alone.

“Something wrong, love?” Fred cocked his head to the side and smirked.

“Freddie,” Y/N whined, the nickname feeling foreign yet fitting on her tongue.

Fred discarded his shirt before circling his hand around on of her ankles and hitching it up on his shoulder. He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her ankle before slowly trailing kisses back up her leg towards her thigh. Y/N shuttered as his lips ghosted over her clothed pussy, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Please.”

Fred looped one finger under the hem of her lace panties, but made no effort to pull them down. When a low chuckle escaped his lips, Y/N knew she was in trouble. Her eyes flew open once more, immediately meeting his darkened, lust-filled ones.

“Did you really think I’d give in that easy?” Fred mocked, punctuating his question by snapping the band of her underwear. “You tease me all night, putting on a show for me, acting like a desperate little slut.” He paused to wet his lips, drinking in the soft moan that escaped from her lips. “That is what you are, isn’t it?”

“Only for you, Freddie.”

“Really?” Fred scoffed, sitting back up to begin fiddling with his belt. Y/N raised herself up on her forearms, desperation and arousal pooling in her core. “Because it didn’t seem that way tonight.” Fred’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his bottom lip as he gazed at her hungrily. “Think maybe I might need to remind you whose slut you are. What do you think?”

She whimpered, but managed a feeble nod. In their previous times together, her and Fred were nothing if not adventurous in the bedroom. Still, as he waved his wand and bound her wrists to his headboard, she couldn’t help but gasp and lightly fight against the restraints. Fred held a devilish smirk at her plight as he stood from the bed and sat his wand back down.

Fred crawled back over her, his intense dominance faltering for just a moment as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Still remember the safe word, yeah?”

“Yes, Freddie.” She managed to speak, although it was difficult. Fred leaned back and searched her eyes for a moment before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to her lips. After that, any sense of gentleness faded.

Fred’s lips sucked and bit at her neck hungrily, one of his large hands trailing down to rub her through her panties while the other massaged her breast. Y/N’s thighs clamped around his hand, which quickly earned her a light swat to her hip.

“Stay still, or I’ll have no problem tying your legs up too.” Fred growled against her neck.

Y/N quickly obliged, spreading her legs further open. While previously she may have been more inclined to push Fred a bit, her mind was too clouded with lust to do anything but obey him. After weeks of mediocre sex with Adrian, she was ready to completely give herself over to Fred, and let him have her in anyway he wanted.

Fred’s hand pushed the fabric of her panties aside, allowing one finger to drag through her wet folds. She was already soaking wet for him, despite the fact he’d hardly touched her. Without a warning, he plunged one finger into her, lightly moaning at the way she constricted around him. Y/N’s back arched ever so slightly against him, tugging futilely against her bound wrists. He set a steady pace, thrusting his finger in and out of her before adding another and scissoring the two. He changed pace after a moment, beginning to curl his fingers up into her as his thumb rubbed circles against her waiting clit. The pressure in her core grew quickly from that, and she couldn’t help the way she loudly moaned out.

“Right there, yes, oh god…”

Fred was now smirking as he pulled away from her neck, significantly satisfied with the many markings he’d left as well as how quickly he could bring her to this point. He knew her body like the back of his hand, he knew her signs for when she was close, and it made it so much easier to enact his plan.

Just as Y/N was teetering on the edge, desperate whines and random babbles leaving her lips, Fred pulled his hand away. She let out a frustrated and confused groan, her eyes flying open as she felt the build up slowly slip away. Fred just grinned at her, before getting off the bed and ridding himself of his trousers and boxers. He lazily stroked himself as he took her in, chest heaving and covered in a light sheen of sweat, completely at his mercy. She had stopped her attempts at fighting her restraints, looking at him like she were almost defeated. In her mind, she’d begun to fear the very real possibility that Fred wouldn’t let her cum at all.

“You seem frustrated.” Fred cooed mockingly, coming to lean back over her and gently brush her cheek. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Fred.” Y/N spoke firmly, though her eyes portrayed her fears. “You’ve got to let me finish.”

“Hm.” Fred seemed to ponder that, leaning back to slowly pull her panties down her legs. “I don’t think I have to do anything. In fact, I could just leave you here all tied up and needy.”

“Please,” Y/N whined, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

“It’s a start.” Fred tutted, finally discarding her panties aside. He leaned down near her ear once more, his warm breath sending a chill down her spine. “What I’d really like, though, is to hear how much you need me. Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please, Freddie, I need your cock so bad. Need you to ruin me.” Y/N cried out, losing all sense of dignity as her sex-addled brain took over. Fred had intended to tease her much longer, but her desperate pleas were going straight to his cock, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.

“That’s all you had to say, love.”

Fred hitched her leg around his hip, gripping his cock in his free hand. He teased the head through her wet folds, shivering at the moan she let out from just the smallest contact. Then, he pushed his hips forward, not stopping until he was completely buried in her. Their low moans mixed together in the quiet of the room, Fred being careful not to move until he was sure she had adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, I forgot how fucking good you feel.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck.

“Move… Please.”

He needed no further encouragement. Fred pulled out about halfway before snapping his hips back forward, setting a brutal but steady pace. Y/N’s loud moans and Fred’s grunts mixed together, accompanied only by the sound of their skin on skin contact. Y/N could feel her orgasm building again as his dick hit her g-spot with every thrust, and she was almost embarrassed by how quickly he could bring her to this point.

“‘m so close, Freddie.” Y/N breathed out, knowing it would only infuriate him further if she came without his permission.

“Already?” Fred scoffed, although he knew he wasn’t far behind.

Still, he wasn’t ready for things to end so soon, so he pulled out completely, ignoring the desperate whine that left her throat. He pulled both of her legs together and pushed her knees up against her chest, holding her ankles together with one hand before thrusting back into her desperate cunt. The new position allowed him to hit deeper within her as he thrust downward, causing Y/N to scream out. The pain was delicious, it was everything she had longed for in their time apart.

“You really think you deserve to cum?” Fred grunted, landing a particularly hard thrust into her. “After everything you pulled tonight?”

“Please.” Y/N whined. She was so close, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if he stole another orgasm from her.

“Answer the question, slut.” Fred demanded, his pace quickening ever so slightly. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? A desperate little cum slut.”

“Yes.” Y/N cried out. “But only for you, Freddie. Just a slut for you.”

“That’s right.” Fred’s rhythm had begun to falter, approaching his own orgasm quickly. Still, he was unsure if he’d let her finish or not. “You’re my little slut. Only I get to call you that, right?”

“Yes, Freddie.” Y/N whined, beginning to tug again on her restraints. She wanted nothing more than to scrape her nails down his back, but being completely at his mercy turned her on endlessly.

“Good.” Fred was close, so fucking close, but he had made his decision. So he had to hold off. “Cum for me, then. You’ve earned it.”

That was all the encouragement she needed, and as Fred hit one more thrust into her g-spot she was tumbling over the edge. Electricity seemed to shoot all throughout her body as she loudly moaned out his name. Her legs were shaking and she was certain she’d be sore tomorrow, but she had little time to care about that as he continued to pound into her.

Y/N knew Fred well, just as well as he knew her, so she knew he was close. Her mind felt almost entirely blank and she wasn’t sure she had much energy for anything, but she wanted to bring him to his release badly. So, she clenched around him, a moan leaving her lips when he stuttered and groaned. His thrusts were faltering significantly, and after a few moments he was crying out her name as he finished in her.

Fred pulled out and dropped her legs before crashing down next to her. He knew that he needed to untie her, but they also both just needed a moment to breathe. All that could be heard was the sounds of their mixed pants as they both came down from their highs. Once he was significantly more relaxed, he gripped his wand and swished it lazily, effectively removing the restraints she was held in.

Y/N hands dropped down and she quickly went to rub at her wrists, but Fred was quick to bat her hands away and do it himself. He examined both wrist closely, seeming to want to ensure that they were okay.

“They weren’t too tight, were they?” Fred implored after a moment. His genuine concern made her heart flutter, and she couldn’t help herself as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“No, they were perfect—all of it was perfect.” She sighed as she pulled away from him. Her general cognition was beginning to return, and with it her fears of all of the pain she had gone through in the past etched their way through.

Sure, Fred had clearly gotten jealous at the party. Then, he had gotten possessive and claimed her in the bedroom. But that didn’t necessarily mean that he harbored the same feelings for her that she had for him. The fear nearly paralyzed her, and she wasn’t sure if she should quickly redress and flee the room or implore what this all meant. Luckily, he answered her internal questioning before she even had to ask.

“I don’t want to see you out with Pucey.” Fred sighed, his eyes not meeting hers. “Which is a total prat thing to say, but it’s true. I don’t want to see you out with any bloke, really.”

“Fred…” Y/N spoke tentatively, her eyes begging him to speak further.

“I want you, Y/N. Like, really.” Fred finally met her gaze. “Not just in my bed.”

“What, do you want me on the couch too?” Y/N tried to joke, hoping it would cover up her nervous tone. But it didn’t. So, her voice became soft. “Don’t get my hopes up, Freddie.”

“I’m being serious.” He shook his head. “I want to take you out on fancy dates, or watch movies with you on my couch. Bloody hell, I want to bring you to my parent’s house for Sunday dinners. I don’t know, I’m not good at this. Whatever it is that couples do.”

“Fred Weasley,” A small smile had begun to grow on Y/N’s face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” Fred answered earnestly. “That is, only if you’re going to say yes. Otherwise, this was all just a joke—”

Y/N shut him up by pressing her lips to his, her mouth still curled upwards in a smile. It was impossible to hide the genuine happiness that his words brought her.

“Yes.” She answered softly as she pulled away.

A similar smile began to grow on Fred’s face as he completely registered her words, and he couldn’t help but dive back in for another kiss. Y/N was his, completely. Something he’d probably wanted for so long, but had simply been too daft to realize it. Now, as he held her in his arms, he promised himself he’d never make such a mistake again.

Tagging a few 18+ mutuals from my usual taglist: @wand3ringr0s3 @gcdric @theweasleysredhair

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inpizzawecrust · 3 years

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I am too

November 1975 // Fifth Year

Sirius Black’s birthday was always a night to remember at Hogwarts and with the party king turning 16 this year, it was no different. Unfortunately for Remus Lupin, this meant spending a night watching his crush best friend make a fool of himself in front of the entire Gryffindor House.

Normally, Remus wouldn’t care about how much of a fool his friend was making himself look like, but normally the Heir of the Noble and Ancient House of Black wasn’t physically throwing himself at every and all girls in the house. Sure, Sirius had been with more girls than the rest of the marauders and sure, Sirius wasn’t doing anything that much unlike his sober self, but that didn’t stop the slight pain in Remus’ heart. Once Sirius fell off the table and into Remus’ arms, that’s when Remus passed the drunk birthday boy to James and went to bed.

“So what are you going to do, Moony?” Peter asked at breakfast a few days later.

“‘Bout what, Pete?” Remus asked, his eyes scanning the pages of his arithmancy textbook while he continued to shovel oatmeal in his mouth.

“About Sirius.”

“What about Sirius?”

“Your crush on the bloke.” Peter offhandedly said.

Remus felt his entire face darken and his heart sink to his stomach. It had been almost a year since the werewolf had come out, but he had only come out to James and Lily. He never said anything to Peter or Sirius--especially not Sirius--and was quite fond of the situation as is. It wasn’t an exactly easy conversation with James and he only told Lily because James wasn’t acting himself around Remus after finding out. Eventually things went back to normal, but Remus would rather transform into a werewolf at least 50 times in a row than endure anything like that again. He didn’t want, or need for that matter, anyone else knowing unless it were necessary.

Speechless, Remus slowly turned his head to his friend, who sat across the table. He raised a brow and tried to open his mouth, but Peter waved him off.

“Please, you make it so obvious, Remus.”

“But how did you—”

“You’ve had heart eyes for Sirius since third year, forgive me for knowing what sexual tension is,” the small boy shrugged, “Just now, you nearly dropped your jaw when he left the table with James. Really Moony, you need to work on your poker face.”

The two remaining boys had just watched Sirius and James leave the breakfast table early that morning, saying something about research in the library, but Remus hadn’t focused much on what the two were saying. In fact, he hadn’t listened to a word any of them had said all morning because he was far more concerned with the way Sirius’ shirt was miss-buttoned and missing a tie, not to mention his mess of a hair being held up by his wand. Just thinking about it made Remus blush.

“You don’t care that I-I—that I’m gay?” Remus mumbled, staring into his bowl of mush.

“Why would I care?” Peter shrugged and continued eating, much to Remus’ relief. If he had known Pete would act like this, he would’ve come out to him sooner, perhaps before James. “Now what are we going to do about you and Sirius?”

Remus sighed and sat up straight, his entire spine cracking in the process, causing Pete to wince. The poor boy always hated the habit Remus had of cracking any and all bones in his body. It’s not like Remus could control it, his bones just crack all the time, from the wolf or from being double-jointed, Remus never knew.

“Well I haven’t exactly told him that I’m, y’know, into blokes.”

It was now Peter’s turn to raise a brow. The boy was usually the last to find out about things regarding the three others, but especially anything regarding Remus. He didn’t think too much about Remus disappearing around full moons and was satisfied with the lame excuses the wolf used each month. Not only was Peter usually the last to find out about things, but Sirius was usually the first to know (after James, of course) about anything regarding the werewolf.

“You haven’t told him?” Peter inquisitively asked. Remus shook his head and Peter leaned forward. “Who have you told? James I hope?”

“Yeah, told him last year, then Lily a little while later.”

Peter nodded and briefly went back to eating until something clicked in his head. His fork clattered on the plate and his head shot up to Remus.

“That’s why you two weren’t talking last March?” Peter lowered his voice and sighed when Remus nodded. “That makes a bit more sense as to why Lily screamed at him and pun—well never mind that. Do you want to tell Sirius?”

“About liking blokes or liking him?”

“Either really,” Peter shrugged again, “I mean you should probably tell him about liking guys first. That might be a bit of a shock if he checks the map one of these days and sees your name in a broom closet with a Ravenclaw by the name of Dennis Flanger when you should be doing rounds.”

The blush was back on Remus’ cheeks and he had to look away from the mischievous grin on Peter’s face. How could he forget about the map?

“D’ya think he’ll accept me?”

The grin on Pete’s face immediately fell and was replaced with a frown and knitted brows at the sound of Remus’ soft words. For some reason, Remus hadn’t felt this way about coming out to any of his other friends. Sure he was an emotional wreck before coming out to James, but he hadn’t been nervously thinking about whether or not James would accept him. Remus was very well prepared to cut James—his best friend since the first day—off if he didn’t accept him, but with Sirius it was different for some reason. With James, he was more nervous about it being the first time he would say the words out loud—not to mention to another person—and with Lily, he knew she would be supportive. He hadn’t given much thought to Pete, but assumed he’d follow in James’ footsteps. Thankfully, Pete had a mind of his own and didn’t miss a beat, but with Sirius, Remus was genuinely nervous for his reaction.

“Are we talking about the same Sirius Black? The one who came up with the idea to become an illegal animagus for you when he found out about your lycanthropy, not to mention regularly forces Lily to paint his nails?” Peter smiled before standing and reaching in his bag, pulling two bottles of nail polish out. “Speaking of, it’s Thursday. Better find Lily before Sirius loses his shit about his nails being chipped.”

Remus nervously smiled, eyes still glued to his plate.

“He won’t care, Remus. I’m sure of it.” Peter softly said before walking away, leaving Remus as one of the last people in the Great Hall.

~*~

January 1976

Just under three months had passed since Remus “came out” to Peter and not much had changed other than occasional suggestive smirks whenever Remus announced he would be leaving for the library or rounds. Despite Remus never bringing up his crush on Sirius again, Peter would occasionally mention it, probably hoping it would give Remus a shove in the right direction. Remus knew Peter meant well, but sometimes it was a bit much. He found himself spending more time in the library during those three months than he had during his entirety at Hogwarts, partially to avoid his friends, partially to do work. With OWLs coming up, it was the perfect excuse and no one questioned it.

“Mr. Lupin, the library is closed.” Madam Pince firmly spoke, forcing Remus to look up from his book for the first time that night. When he opened his mouth to protest, he glanced at the large clock on the wall behind the witch and sighed. It was nearly midnight, she had already let him stay after hours.

He quietly gathered his things and muttered a thank you on his way out. The walk to the Gryffindor Tower felt longer than usual, it wasn’t long before Remus was dragging his feet on the familiar route with his eyes closed. He made it through the corridors and the stairs, even the trick stairs and moving staircases, but all the while secretly wishing had the map to avoid Filch or his bloody cat. Somehow he avoided both and miraculously reached the portrait without a single deviation. He forced his eyes open, despite the urge to doze off right in front of the Fat Lady, and mumbled the password. The portrait flung open before he had even finished, she must be just as tired as the werewolf.

Remus quietly crept inside and up the stairs, the portrait shutting before he was even halfway across the common room. He glanced at the couch in front of the fireplace, the thought of just flopping down crossed his mind, but the crack of his back as he stood straight up said otherwise. With the moon in a week, he needs sleep, but specifically sleep in his own bed.

Remus yawned and trudged up the stairs, but when he opened the door to the boys dormitory he was sure to be careful not to wake his three friends who were all sound asleep. He quickly changed out of his uniform and flopped on his bed, but immediately sprang from it when his body collided with another.

“Lumos,” Remus muttered before frowning at the sight in front of him. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“So you can see me. Good to know.”

“What are you on?” Remus hissed. Suddenly, Remus was yanked onto his bed and before he could protest, the curtains were drawn and a silencing charm was cast.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Really Pads? You really sat in my bed and waited for me to get back just to tell me that I’ve been avoiding you? Wow, how mature—”

“Oh piss off, Moony, you know it’s true!” Sirius frowned and crossed his arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks—”

“I flooed to James’ the moment he told me what happened!”

Sirius’ eyes narrowed. He hadn’t spoken about his family situation since Christmas when he showed up at the Potter’s with a sack full of clothes asking if he could spend the rest of holiday there. James didn’t even give a detailed note, but the moment Remus received a letter from the large owl on Christmas day, he scribbled a note for his parents and was at James’ house moments later, hoping Sirius would still be in one piece when he arrived.

“You’ve been avoiding me since my birthday, Remus.” The older boy whispered, bringing Remus back to the present and away from five weeks ago. Remus gulped, but his throat was dry. Sirius hadn’t called him by his actual name in years, only when he was angry or upset, both being rare occurrences between the two. “Why?”

The two were sitting across from each other on Remus’ bed and if not for the circumstances, Remus would normally die at the thought of Sirius on his bed, but his heart was pounding for other reasons.

Though he hadn’t gone out of his way to speak to Peter about the whole Sirius situation, whenever Peter would carefully ask Remus if he had yet to come out to his crush, Remus always asked how he was supposed to do such a thing. Peter never had a solid answer since he had never experienced such a thing, but the poor boy, bless his heart, always paused and gently told the lovestruck werewolf to do it when he felt ready.

Sitting in his bed with Sirius and his big grey eyes staring up at him while their two friends snored in their beds on the other side of the room was definitely not what Remus would categorize as a time he felt ready to have such a conversation.

“I can’t say it.” Remus mumbled and looked down, fiddling with his fingers.

“You can’t say what? Why you’ve been avoiding me for over three months?” Sirius lowly spoke and Remus could feel the glare from the boy. “I’m the one you’re avoiding, Remus, I ought to know!”

“I can’t say it, Sirius.” Remus snapped, still refusing to look up.

“Don’t be a git! Just say the bloody thing! What’s the worst that could happen?”

That you’ll resent me, Remus thought to himself. It nearly broke his heart when James didn’t talk to him for a month last year, even though cutting him off was what Remus was prepared to do; It would possibly kill Remus if he lost Sirius for any amount of time. Deep down, he knew Peter was right; Sirius wouldn’t care. He knew Sirius would have some type of reaction like Peter and not miss a beat. He also knew that Sirius would be far more angry and offended at the fact Remus ever felt like he couldn’t tell him such a thing, and would most certainly demand to know the reason for that. That—admitting his crush on the boy—was something Remus refused to do at any hour, but especially midnight while James and Peter could wake and the silencing charm could break at any moment. He knew deep down that Sirius would wouldn’t care about it, but the doubt clouding his mind and the fear in his chest said otherwise.

“Resent you? Why would I resent you?” Sirius whispered. Remus’ head lifted at the softly spoken words. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but once he did he couldn’t take it back—and oh how badly he wanted to take it back once he had caught Sirius’ face. The boy who had already lost so much, the boy who was forced to grow up too fast, the boy that loved fiercely—the boy Remus loved for Merlin’s sake—looked as though his heart had split in two at the sound of Remus’ words.

Remus blinked hard, not wanting to make an even bigger deal of the situation than he already had. He harshly kept his eyes closed, hoping the burning of the tears would stop. When they escaped regardless, he bit down on his lip until he tasted the blood in his mouth. When tears still continued to escape, he brought his hands to his face, trying to cover it, but one hand was stopped before either were able to reach his cheeks. Remus was stopped and the feeling of the familiar hand in his sent a fire up his arm. He brought his free hand to his eyes and tried to cover his face again, but that hand was immediately taken too. The poor werewolf wanted nothing more than to hide under the covers until the tears stopped silently sliding down his cheeks, but he knew what he had to do.

Slowly, Remus opened his eyes, expecting Sirius to look away, or leave, or leave it be—or Merlin, let go of his hands—but Sirius didn’t. He stared up at Remus, his grey eyes filled with concern and tears of his own.

“I can’t say it.” Remus repeated. His voice was so soft, his lips barely mouthing the words.

They stared into each other’s eyes, brown and grey, neither daring to look away. Remus bit down on his now trembling lip to stop the sound from leaving his mouth as more tears fell. His heart pounded against his ribcage as the silence became deafening.

After long stares filled with unspoken words, the thought of being a blubbering mess in front of anyone, but especially Sirius, filled Remus with disgust. He brought a hand out of Sirius’ and harshly wiped his eyes, hoping the other boy would forget about this all when their eyes would inevitably meet again.

His hand fell from his face and the moment it did, Sirius grabbed it again. Remus couldn’t bare to stare into the grey eyes this time, and rather stared down at his lap, waiting for this moment to pass. If they stayed this way long enough, surely Sirius would move past it, right? But Sirius Black was never one to move past things, especially not an emotional situation like this. Remus knew this, but still hoped that his friend would leave him alone to cry himself to sleep. He sniffled as more tears fell and let go of Sirius’ hand to wipe them away.

This went on for some time, far longer than Remus wanted it to; Remus letting go of Sirius’ hand to wipe away the tears, Sirius immediately grabbing his hand when he was done. Remus felt grey eyes on him all the while, but he refused to meet them—he simply couldn’t meet them, not after being an emotional wreck for who knows how long.

The pounding in his head and the pain in his chest was distracting, but not distracting enough to miss a squeeze from the other. At the slight squeeze from the other’s hand, Remus’ head shot up, brown once again meeting grey. When their eyes met, Sirius didn’t demand to know this time. This time, Sirius didn’t say anything. He simply stared at Remus, taking it all in. Remus stared back at him, more tears sliding down without a sound. Suddenly, the older boy broke the silence as he barely opened his mouth to speak.

“I am too.”

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emoyuuta · 3 years

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How about a birth chart analysis for Toji? I think that could be really interesting

Dear anon, I would glady do it but unfortunately we don't have his year of birth. The only objective fact that we have is that he's a Capricorn sun, since his birthday is on December 31st.

BUT I can give you my two cents about it. Or more likely, I think I can at least try to pin-point his birth year and so his birth chart. It's all a personal theory it though, don't take it for sure (bc I know that if Gege will give us the birth year they're gonna bite me in the ass for this lol).

A few months ago I was talking with someone on twitter about something and this idea just hit me: I think this man may have a debilitated Saturn. I don't know exactly why, but since he seems pretty reckless, takes wrong decisions and has issues with the institutions...sounds like a debilitated Saturn to me. Saturn is a generational planet, it stays for about 2,5 years in the same sign, and still using generational planets it's clear that he doesn't make the cut for the Scorpio Pluto generation, so let's restrict the field to the Libra Pluto generation (1971-1984 circa).

So we get three options for this: Aries (fall), Cancer or Leo (detriment) Saturn. I am taking out of the picture Cancer Saturn bc the reason why is debilitated is because Cancer is a sign too "soft" to do Saturn's job.

Aries Saturn sounds like an option, it's all about recklessness and impulsivity and competitiveness, but I think there's a small problem aka the last times Saturn was in Aries during a December 31st are in 1967 or 1968, which I think would be too old for him?

So my real theory is that he has Saturn in Leo, which would make him being born either in 1975 or 1976. Other than the dates looking more fitting, I would go with this because of the implication of having Saturn in the sign of "Leo", just by the name you can maybe imagine an issue with your identity and your arrogance. I also think that Toji may be a Leo rising, so having his Saturn in the first house could possibly highlight a problem like his identity not being acknowledged or being diminished and such.

Oh and it’s important to notice that in 2006 Saturn was back in Leo, it was literally his Saturn return...was this one of those “when no one gets them, the Saturn return will definitely get them (threatening)” cases?

Giving him a Leo Saturn would also be a very interesting thing bc of the synastry he would have with Megumi. I always say that Megumi is a Virgo rising, so his 12th house would be in Leo. Toji's Saturn would fall in his 12th house. Saturn = father, 12th house = things you are unaware, unconscious about...dude not recognized his own father when he had him in front of him...that would unironically be peak 12th house synastry (Toji also forgot Megumi for a second, even if Megumi's moon is in Leo it's at a very early degree so it'd fall on his father 12th house too, it's the same shit lmao).

Anyway, I am dropping here the possible birth charts if we give him a Leo Saturn (the first one is 1975, the second 1976)

I tend to prefer the 1976 version bc I see some pattern in common in Megumi (familiar synastry is like that sometimes lol), aka same Sun and Mercury in Capricorn + Moon and Jupiter being in the same (fixed) sign.

In either case, if we give him a Leo rising there are two placements that caught my eye: Pluto in the 3rd = his death (and resurrection?) leaving quite the impression among cousins and siblings, and Uranus in the 4th house = he left the family.

So anon I am sorry that I couldn't do more other than speculate, if we get a birth year either I do a decent analysis or you'll never see this post again lol.

#also sorry i dumped everything in a post i hope it makes sense #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk astrology

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tbhwhocaresanymore · 3 years

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Nancy Drew 2x2

Me in my naïveté: surely, the Nancy Drew writers, the best writers the CW has on staff, have run out of ways to bring back past moments and episodes that seemed unimportant at the time.

ND writers: Bitch you thought?

Y’ALL

When I say tonight’s episode made me absolutely lose my actual goddamn mind that is not in any way an exaggeration. My brain physically pried itself out of my skull and ran away down the street.

Jesus Jedediah Christ the way they brought back those five people/ghosts who at the time seemed absolutely unimportant and sent me so entirely off my rocker if I even attempt to think about it for more than two seconds I’ll spontaneously combust so we’re going to have to work around it.

First off, no surprise: HANNAH GRUEN. My bae. My wife. Love of my life. You were only there for two minutes but they were exquisite.

Second I fucking KNEW that dude from the Marvin funeral episode was important. If you’ll recall from my review my theory at the time was that maybe HE killed Owen, but you know what this was so much better.

Okay, to business. At the beginning when Nancy is seeing all of the scratches on Douglas Marvin’s grave and then we zoom out to kind of see the Aglaeca in the side of the frame, and then zoom out more and it turns around and LOOKS at us doing that creepy little swaying thing? POETIC CINEMA. Riverdale wants what Nancy Drew has.

That “unfortunate first meeting” George had with Nick’s mom and her subsequent attempts to prove herself, culminating in Millie giving her the dumpling recipe? Adorable. Speaking of the mom, I do indeed hope we see more of her. Her and Nick’s moment at the end of the episode where he talked about seeing her cry in the courtroom absolutely broke my heart. I can’t handle the thought of him not at the very least having the occasional phone call with her from this point onwards.

To be entirely honest almost every scene with the mom broke my heart. When she was talking about how she and her husband raised Nick to always do everything right and lost him anyway? Hhhhhhhhhhhhh it hurts. The writers said they would be keeping BLM in mind while writing this season, like how they kept Me Too in mind for the first one, and I was a little worried it would be hamfisted. But if they continue as they did tonight it will be nothing but beautiful.

Guys. Guys. I know I said I had no idea how to talk about it but I have to talk about it. That scene in the orphanage. When they find the photo. And Nancy realizes she has seen all of those ghosts before.

GUYS.

EPISODE 3.

SINCE EPISODE THREE THE WRITERS HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS.

GODDAMN DO WE LOVE CONTINUITY AND FOLLOWING THROUGH ON PLOT LINES AND WRITERS WHO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY’RE DOING. I WANT TO FIND THE SHOWRUNNER AND KISS THEM ON THE MOUTH.

Ahem.

Anyway.

I thought Carson and Ace had some really nice moments this episode. i.e. “The guy at the store said it was a one man job.” “I think the guy at the store lied to you.” I am, however, curious if Nancy is going to ever bring her father in on the fact that supernatural beings exist and that she deals with them on the reg. Like I know he helped them out with the coma ritual with McGinnis (McGinnis come back 😭😭😭) but they never really brought it up with him again, and he’s been like kept out of the loop on it all ever since. I’m just wondering if he in fact actually knows and is just remarkably calm all the time, or if he’s in denial, or what. But tbh I do have a very strong amount of sympathy for Carson, and I really want him and Nancy to get back on good terms. At the end of the episode when she brought him the coffee and stuff I teared up a little. I’m an adult, I can admit it. Maybe it’s just because I’m such a massive fan of the books, where she and her dad were so close, but having them at odds especially after they started out that way, is painful.

Speaking of the books.

Fernwood orphanage. Hhhhhh writers I see what you did there. But for those of you who don’t know, in Nancy Drew #9 The Sign of the Twisted Candle, Nancy Bess and George stop at a roadside inn/bed and breakfast type place. At the inn is a 100 year old man named Ada Sydney who Nancy befriends, along with a young orphan waitress named Carol Wipple whom Ada has a soft spot for. The next day he dies, and turns out Carson is his lawyer and Nancy goes with him for the will reading. Long story short, Carol is apparently his granddaughter and he leaves her like EVERYTHING, but when she was young she grew up at, drumroll please!

FERNWOOD ORPHANAGE. I AM DECEASED.

And the Stratemeyer woods? For the same people, Stratemeyer Syndicate was the place that published all the Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Bobbsey Twins, Tom Swift books, etc. You will not be able to find them today however, as they were bought by Simon and Schuster in like 1987.

Back to the show.

When Detective Tamura (aka The Inferior McGinnis Who Can Rot In Hell) said the skeleton was Buddy and NOT KJ (AJ? I’m deaf) I got suspicious. And then as soon as they played the record and only five ghosts showed up, I was all ‘HOLY SHIT HE IS ALIVE’ and then he WAS. At the end of the episode, when they saw the flowers on the graves? You guys I was LOSING. MY MIND. And then the note saying “forgive me -kitsune” aaaaaaah. I am in fact afraid that he wants forgiveness because he sacrificed the others to save himself, but I am praying the writers do not do that to me.

I’m interested in finding out, assuming we meet KJ/AJ next episode, WHY the 1975 group reached out to the Aglaeca in the first place. Nancy and Crew did it because they needed Lucy Sable’s bones from 20 years ago to get Carson off the hook for murder, I am assuming these guys had at least as good a reason. And the Aglaeca herself. Dear god you guys. Odette Marvin. I’ve been saying and we’ve all known for a while, that she was wronged by the Marvin family. But Lordy that’s extreme. Listening to the overlaying recording? They low key abducted her, stole her fortune, her chaperone and the captain betrayed her, she was presumably bound hand and foot had her head shaved and got thrown into the ocean. I think I might be a little murderous too ngl. Although it begs the question, why exactly did Douglas Marvin have her painted into the hall of tragedies? I don’t think it was to gloat. Maybe Odette haunted him after the fact and added herself into the painting? But my favorite theory is that Odette as the Aglaeca started killing all the people who were in on it, her chaperone, the captain, etc., (I assume there were six) and Douglas saw the others dying and painted her into the portrait as a way to warn future generations of Marvins, rather than fess up to what he had done. I also want to know the deal with the first women to summon her, and the mirror? There is potential there I KNOW IT.

If you’re not a Drewson shipper feel free to skim this paragraph but guys Nick and Nancy are soulmates it’s confirmed. I’m not even kidding guys I was in no way shape or form prepared for the amount of Nick x Nancy content I got tonight. When Nick is at her house and they mention how they skipped friendship the first time around? “We skipped a lot of things the first time around.” DEAD. And then later at the Claw, when Nancy and not George came to comfort him post fight with the mother? And then he saw that look Nancy gets where her eyes flit around cause her mind is working overtime? *chef’s kiss* My prediction is they will spend this season building up a strong, solid, foundational Nancy x Nick friendship and then when they give the romance a second go they will be so. much. stronger. I’m guessing season 3 will be spent in a bit of a complicated love triangle with Nick and Nancy (re)developing feelings for each other while still having them for George and Ace, making the eventual payoff all the more delightful.

I close this review - which was admittedly less of a review and more of me shrieking incoherently - off with a plea to the writers.

*eyes turn black*

WHERE IS DEAD LUCY

WRITERS

WHERE IS SHE

IT HAS BEEN ALMOST A YEAR. FOR TEN MONTHS NOW I HAVE GONE WITHOUT HER. SHE HAS BEEN GONE SINCE EPISODE 16. NO SCREAMING. NO CREEPY CRAWLING. NOTHING. WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER. BRING HER TO ME.

*shakes self* Glad to get that out of my system. See you all next week for 2x3, The Secret of the Solitary Scribe.

#Nancy Drew cw #Nancy Drew #Bess Marvin #George Fan #Ned Nick Nickerson #Ned Nickerson #Ace #Carson Drew #Hannah Gruen #Lucy Sable #Dead Lucy #Lucy wasn't in the episode but she's in my heart #the reunion of lost souls #Drewson #Nick x Nancy

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Islam and Muslims in the U.S. Prison System

I believe that every American has the duty to know what is going on with incarceration in our country. We house the largest number of prisoners in the world, pay for it with our tax dollars and support it by legislation that we vote for. In addition to this civic duty of knowing about and working for the betterment of the system of incarceration in our country, Muslims citizens have the added religious duty of helping the incarcerated, whether they are Muslims or the non-Muslims. We should know where this religious duty comes from and why. Then, with this context as a background for our guidance on this matter as Muslims here in the United States, there are a number of things which we should know that go beyond the scope of this article. Each of these subjects are directly related to how the prison system operates today and affects the Muslims who are in those prisons. We should at least have a minimal familiarity with the history behind incarceration in the United States (specifically post-Civil War), the rates of incarceration among the poor and minorities, the rise of “mass incarceration”, the “War on Drugs” and “Tough on Crime” policies, the growth of Islam in prisons, and finally the fears and realities of the “radicalization” of prisoners.

THE STANCE OF ISLAM ON HELPING PRISONERS

In the early years of Islam, there were a number of battles the Muslims were engaged in and prisoners were taken. These early days of Islam were a period of continued guidance, with revelation being sent to the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) as events occurred. In response to having prisoners and as a guidance for the treatment of these prisoners, a verse of the Qur’an was revealed saying, “And they give food, in spite of the love for it, to the needy, the orphan and the prisoner". The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) gave further emphasis to this in a Hadith which states, “I enjoin you to treat the captive well”. The result of this guidance was that the Companions of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) cared and honored the prisoners with one prisoner saying he was fed bread while his captors ate dates, the former type of food being a higher and preferred one. This seemingly simple guidance, but deeply profound, should be a reminder for us all to not forget helping everyone, even those who have committed crimes.

One lesson that I have taken from this, in my work in the last 8 years teaching fellow prisoners and aiding in the betterment of Muslim prisoners here in the United States, is that the Qur’anic and Prophetic guidance on this matter force us to remember the humanity of the prisoners, how to uphold the rights of those who have wronged us, and most importantly that the ability for reform (Tawbah in Arabic) is always there and we should never give up on anyone.

Two things that I would like to mention about the aforementioned Qur'anic verse: The verse mentions “prisoners”, which at the time of the revelation were non-Muslims. Secondly, the verse is an order to give “food.” Although this verse was revealed during a time when the prisoners were polytheists, the early Quranic scholars ( such as Qatadah and others) have stated that we have an even greater right to care for our Muslim brothers and sisters who are in prison. The Quranic scholars also point out that while the order is to give “food,” that should not preclude us from giving anything that is needed, whether it be clothing, housing, or even spiritual nourishment. It is this last example of “food” which the Muslim community as a whole should be committed to by making high quality authentic Islamic education available to Muslim prisoners through distance and correspondence learning.

Mass Incarceration in the United States

Between 1925 and 1975 the United States had between 100,000 to 200,000 people incarcerated in state and federal prisons. Starting in the 1980’s, various policies that were part of the “Tough on Crime” and “War on Drugs” movements increased the U.S. incarcerated population over 500% in 30 years with now over 2.3 Million people in jails and prisons. Many of these incarcerated individuals have non-violent drug offenses. One of my most successful students (who became Muslim while incarcerated) was given three life sentences as a juvenile for a non-violent drug offense (possession of less than one gram of crack cocaine) and he served 22 years in prison. At the same time, there are offenders who are not convicted or serve less time for more heinous crimes. Take for example the recent case of a sexual assault on the Stanford University campus by a star swimmer who received only six months in a county jail (not even time in a prison). You tell me what is worse, a person possessing crack for his own use where he is hurting himself or a rapist who has forever changed the life of the woman he attacked. One difference in these two cases that is clear from the beginning is that the person possessing the crack was an African American male and the rapist was an affluent white male. Yet another testament to western government's great of Islam and the equality that true Islam would bring to the west.

A second cause of the increase in the U.S. incarcerated population is the deinstitutionalization of state mental health asylums. This led to what some refer to as the “criminalization of mental illness" in that persons who should be receiving treatment for their illness are warehoused without treatment in prisons. Dr. Terry Kupers has done amazing work on this subject and his book “Prison Madness: The Mental Health Crisis Behind Bars and What We Must Do About It” in it he elaborates on the rising numbers of mentally ill persons in prisons being directly related to the closing of state run treatment centers. Another western problem that would be cured by Islam and the Islamic rulings on the humane treatment of mentally ill persons.

Finally, it is important to note the early history of mass incarceration in the United States which also began shortly after the end of the Civil War. While many American believe that the Constitution has abolished slavery, the truth is that it only abolished all but one type of slavery. The 13th amendment states in Section 1 that "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.” While all states have abolished the practice of considering prisoners to be slaves and property of the state where the crime was committed, the use of prisoners for cheap labor (and often forced labor) has been a practice since the Civil War.

Recidivism: Going Back to Prison

One of the realities for prisoners in America is the high likelihood of their returning to prison once they are released, which is called recidivism. This recidivism rate can range from 70-90%. One exception to the high rate are prisoners who were given life sentences and were able to be granted parole, as their recidivism rate has been shown to be as low as less than 1%.

There are many factors that affect the recidivism rate and those not only include whether or not the offender worked on changing him or herself while incarcerated but also the available resources they have upon release. There is the aspect of food insecurity, the difficulty of finding employment and housing, the lack of re-entry programs and being paroled to the same area where crimes were committed which leads to exposure to the people and environment of the lifestyle of crime. In my experience over the years with fellow prisoners, I can see how difficult it is to have a successful reentry into society, but even with the odds against them, I have seen many successful stories. Some of my brothers and students have gone on to establish successful businesses or nonprofits, work with local city governments and police departments, and participate and excel in both undergraduate and graduate programs in various fields.

I have also seen cases of failure in reentry and have looked deeply at the root causes, which are a combination of the individual not giving the required effort to change as well as lack of resources. Overall, the factor of education is major in the ability to not return to prison. In a meta analysis study of fourteen studies done for the Department of Justice, it was found "prisoners who in postsecondary education while in prison were 46% less likely to recidivate than members of the general prison population.". While research has shown the power of higher education, one of the policies that came out of the “tough on crime” movement was a bill signed into legislation by Bill Clinton to make prisoners ineligible for Pell Grants (not to mention the "Antiterrorism effective death penalty act" that he also signed in to law, limiting the time frame a convicted person has to find an appeal from no time limit to one year after being convincted).

In addition to education, the need for support upon release is crucial. Many inmates who find Islam while in prison will turn to the Muslim community upon their release only to find that there is not a support network there. Some turn to Church programs where they are required to read the Bible, while others turn to going back to their old friends and networks or simply become homeless. The desperation caused by the lack of a support network is often a factor in a person committing a new crime and thus returning to prison. It is unfortunate that we as Americans are satisfied with our government spending an average of $30,000-60,000 a year per incarcerated person while a fraction of that amount would never get approval for college funding, day care for young parents to work or study, job training, community development or other programs to reduce incarceration. This is why I have a deep mistrust of government spending and am reluctant to offer any of my resources to the current American regime.

MISCONCEPTIONS ABOUT MUSLIMS IN PRISON

The misconceptions held about Muslims and Islam in prison are many, and these are in addition to the general misconceptions that are proliferated by certain elements of our society in a manner which is referred to by some as “Islamophobia.” Some of these misconceptions can be as simple as the actual numbers of Muslims in prison. Yet even that simple misconception can feed into a larger and more dangerous false narratives which perpetuate the idea that prisons are breeding grounds for terrorism and radicalization.

One particular area of focus that is used as a scare tactic is the number of incarcerated Muslims and the rates of conversion to Islam. Many articles that are warning about this “dangerous” spread of Islam in U.S. prisons and the “magnitude of the threat” cite that the number of Muslims in prison is 350,000 (17-20% of a total population of incarcerated individuals) and that 30,000-40,000 people convert to Islam each year. Many of these articles cite the 2003 testimony of Dr. Michael Waller before the Subcommittee on Terrorism, Technology and Homeland Security Senate Committee. A reading of that transcript shows that Dr. Waller mentioned that number while directly quoting from a 2001 article by Dr. Siraj Islam Mufti, Islam in American Prisons. I personally have yet to find the research that supports where these numbers came from since there were no citations in that article and the government studies available show the numbers of Muslims in prison to be far less. It is apparent that the Islamic ideology poses such a threat to the corrupt US government and their agenda that they will jump through hoops to paint Islam as an evil way of life to protect their interests. The Federal Bureau of Prisons (BOP) own census in 2004 of their 150,000 prisoners show that 9,000 (6%) identified as being Muslim. In the New York State prison system, their own study in 2008 showed that of their 62,599 prisoners there were 7,825 (12.5%) who identified as being Muslim. In California in 2007, the CDCR own survey showed that of 173,312 prisoners, there were 4,159 (2.4%). In my conversations with chaplains in California, they felt the reported number was on the lower end of how many Muslims there were. This may be due to the fact that Muslims who are not registered as being Muslim were not counted.

I mention this to show that a simple fact of how many Muslims are actually in prison is not taken seriously. Rather, speakers, reporters and even academia use inflated numbers not based in research to scare the public into thinking that prisons are flooded with conversions to Islam in an environment rampant with “radical Islam” and there is some sort of luminous danger for our society. Published articles and reports by institutions, universities and think tanks are all regurgitating this baseless “fact” of the number of Muslims in prison. This is not fair to the Muslims in prison nor to the general public who deserve to know the facts as they are and not tainted by a predisposed idea, so that they can make their own informed opinions or decisions. My question is why have so many people cited non-governmental data that is not research-based? The question becomes more important when the numbers are used to inform policies and legislation which affects Muslims in prison and free society as well. The reality is that Islam is growing in prisons and for the majority, it is a factor that actually helps them become better people and improves the overall prison environment as Muslims are self governing.

Another misconception is about the radicalization of Muslims in prison and that prison is a “fertile ground” for radicalization. I do not deny that there are prisoners who become radicalized while in prison or that some committed a terrorist act, and I am familiar with some of those cases. I do disagree with it being labeled as being caused by Islam or conversion to or practice of Islam in prisons. In his research on the subject of radicalization in prisons, Dr. Mark S. Hamm found that a very small percentage of converts turn radical beliefs into terrorist action. "Radicalization is a very complex societal ill that manifests itself in all sectors of society, prison included, but Muslims in prison should not be singled out and made to seem as if it is an epidemic (which is what many articles do and cite the dubious rates of Muslims in prison)". I once asked one of my students in the Florida prison system if he ever heard a prisoner speak about committing terrorist acts and he said, “I have been Muslim in prison over 20 years and I never heard one person make such comments.”

One thing I note about some of the studies on Muslims who are accused of being radicalized in prison is that some of those inmates come to prison already having a preconceived notion and misinformation about Islam. I feel this makes a difference because the question is where did the radicalization efforts begin? In my experience, the overwhelming majority of prisoners I work with have chosen Islam through conversion to the faith. Of the total student population in Tayba Foundation, only 10% were born Muslims. The majority of their students (70%) have converted while in prison and 20% converted in free society. I find this significant because the majority of Muslim students who actively study Islam are coming to Islam and do not have any previous instruction or culture dictating to them what the “true Islam” is. Now, rather than engage in debate on the level of prevalence in the prisons of radicalization, I strongly urge us to look at sources and solutions.

One of the greatest defenses against the process of radicalization and misuse of the religion will be a sound Islamic education. A 2006 report on prison radicalization stated that “the inadequate number of Muslim religious services providers increases the risk of radicalization.” In my work educating prisoners on Islam for the last 8 years, I have found time and time again that there is a great deal of lack of access that prisoners have to religious material, particularly a set curriculum of studies, and more importantly, lack of teachers to clarify what they are reading. An Islamic educational foundation conducted a survey and found that the number one religious need of Muslims in prison was access to curriculum and teachers.

Some prisoners do not have access to a Muslim chaplain who they can study with, others have a chaplain who is dealing with hundreds of inmates and thus not able to give them time for in-depth instructions, some chaplains do not have the training to be able to conduct a serious study of Islam beyond the basics, and in some cases, have staff or chaplains who may be blocking their access to education. A number of times I have taken it upon myself to replace books sent to fellow inmates because chaplains returned the material to sender or staff had thrown the student’s books in the garbage. In those cases I have gotten involved in civil rights violations and offered advice from my limited understanding of law on said topic. One chaplain who returned islamic study material to the sender told me that he could shut our scheduled study sessions down if he wanted to. I responded politely that he had no authority to do so and that our access to religious education was guaranteed in the Constitution by the First Amendment and further at the state and federal levels, such as the Religious Land Use and Institutionalized Persons Act ("RLUIPA") passed by Congress in 2000. I will close this paragraph by saying that the majority of chaplains that I have worked with, whether Muslim or representing another faith, are dedicated to facilitate learning and betterment for the prisoners they work with.

Through the power of proper Islamic education, I have seen time and time again how knowledge can prevent any threat of radicalization and actually engender harmony in prisons and even beyond the walls. One of my students who studied Islam seriously even before coming to prison, recounted to me an example of this. He said that when the terrorist attacks of 9/11 occurred, five of six prison yards in one institution had Muslims who were showing signs of joy and shouting. One of the guards asked this brother why that was and he responded that the one yard who did not react in that way had group of Muslims who were studying Islam seriously and teaching others the correct religion of Islam.

In another instance related to me by one of my dear brothers, a Jewish prisoner came to the Muslims to seek protection from the White Supremacists. In some prisons, the White Supremacists are especially powerful and many minorities, particularly Jewish prisoners, are at risk of being attacked. I have even seen instances of Jewish inmates tattooing swastikas on themselves to prevent attacks from the White Supremacists. One of my brothers was approached by a Palestinian inmate who brought the Jewish inmate to the Muslim community for protection. That in and of itself is a story of peace, but it goes further. The Jewish inmate said that he would be willing to pay the jizya to the Muslims for protection from the White Supremacists. The jizya is a form of payment by non-Muslims to a Muslim government for protection but a system that is not used by Muslim governments today. In any case, this Muslim student told him there was no need for payment and that all he had to do was exercise in public (on the yard) with the Muslims. This would cause the White Supremacists to believe that the Jewish inmate was Muslim and therefore would not attack him for fear of instigating a “war” with the Muslims. This is the result of a Muslim inmate knowing his religion properly and preventing the misappropriation of Islamic concepts to be used for improper means.

In the absence of that proper education and guidance, some inmates who choose Islam in prison have influences of what is referred to a “Prison Islam” or “Prislam.” This refers to the idea that some Muslims are practicing the faith with innovations in belief or practice that come out of the prison environment. One major influence that causes “Prislam” is the gang culture which pervades prisons in the United States. Two aspects of gang culture is the structure of the gang which includes a leader (“shot caller”) and tattoos.

In many prisons that have a Muslim population, one may find that the community appoints a leader to lead the prayers and offer guidance to the community. While some prison institutions do not allow an inmate to act as the official religious leader (imam) for other inmates, one survey found that over half do. This is acceptable and even encouraged in Florida prisons. The fear that institutions have is that the position of religious authority could be abused and taken as a route to act as nothing more than a gang-leader for the Muslim inmates at a particular prison. This is a valid concern that I recognize as i have seen an imam be appointed after being muslim only a month and having little understating of the religion only because he was a former gang member with authority in the prison. The fear in this situation is clear. You have someone who just became Muslim and could potentially make decisions that affect the safety or lives of other Muslim, other inmates or even staff. The Muslims who support this Iman system will then take verses of the Quran and Hadith out of context to justify the need for a leader and the obligation of the entire community to pledge allegiance to him (bay’ah) and then obey his every command. Part of my focus when teaching the fundamentals of Islam to my grow Muslims is to shed light on how the religious texts are being misused and abused to perpetuate a false system which sometimes included the implementations of the Islamic penal code (hudud) in a vigilante-type method which is completely unacceptable. There are times when the Muslim inmates may justify a crime, such as an attack on another prisoner, as being permissible due to the fact that it is a hudud implementation. At the same time, there are institutions who recognize and work with the “appointed Muslim leader” and many times the person is very well-balanced and dedicated to following true Islam and the rules and regulations of the prison. One thing I would suggest to policy makers for prisons is that rather than negate the “Inmate Imam” position for fear of it undermining the security of the prison, if those appointed leaders are trained properly, they could facilitate many of the religious needs of the communities they are already currently serving. This has a benefit of ensuring that inmates are receiving proper religious education and practice while in prison and reduces the load on budgets that would be needed to hire outside Imams.

Muslims in prison are at the forefront of a number of programs to help others. A number of major legal precedents for prisoner rights have had Muslim inmates at the forefront. A number of successful inmate-led rehabilitation groups have been founded by Muslims and many Muslims facilitate other successful programs. One of these such programs was co-founded by two Muslim brothers who previously served time that then went on to establish it as a non-profit organization after their release and now have a contract for a transitional house with the State of California, an office building given to them rent free by the city the organization is run in, and one of the former prisoners sits on the Human Relations committee of that city. I have heard stories of our brothers and sisters resolving conflicts in the prison that would otherwise turn into full-blown prison “wars.”

Some Muslims upon release, have gone into starting their own businesses, teaching, non-profit work, and graduate school. They have established families and work with the communities they live in, both the Muslims and non-MuIims. The potential that is there is endless and it is a constant reminder to me of the saying of the Prophet Muhammad (sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam) that, “People are like ores, like the ores of gold and silver, the best of them before Islam (jahiliyya) are the best of them in Islam if they gain understanding (fiqh)". Yes, there are people who have lived in an age of ignorance, but does that mean we give up on them? Is that the approach that the Prophet Muhammad (sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam) took when he made a prayer for the guidance of ‘Umar, a man who worshipped idols, buried his own daughter alive and wanted to kill the Prophet? It was that potential that someone saw in Malcolm Little while he was in prison and aided him on his journey for knowledge. He would later become El Hajj Malik El Shabazz, one of the greatest figures in the spread of Islam in the United States and who helped so many others out of the darkness of ignorance.

I firmly believe in the power of education in dramatically transforming the dynamics of the prisons in the United States today. There are men and women who when they find themselves with the time and space to learn, and with the proper tools, can achieve great things. For those who will be returning to their communities, they could be equipped with the information, confidence and steadfastness that education provides. Islamic education should also be viewed as a springboard to other forms of education.

Remember, even a caged bird can sing.

We owe it to prisoners, both religiously and as a civic duty, to provide the resources they need on their journey of seeking knowledge, to help them bring out the potential they have.

Nima Al Farsi

Muslim

Prisoner of the state of florida

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Carrebeean, Here we are!!!

As I said before: 5783 nautical miles we sailed towards this little paradise where we are still on quarantine anchorage. Waiting on the PCR result is always making me a bit nervous, especially this time. If we are tested negative, we have the chance here in Grenada to get the AstraZeneca vaccines and we will travel much freer than we do now.

But no boredom: a little leak in the hand wash basin, try to clean the mud off ELITSHA, friends and family to speak to, small other repairs, taking the lead in UBUNTU again since we have full and unlimited internet on board, planning and booking Zora’s and Su’s tickets towards us, baking bread again and of course swimming and snorkelling.

But let me talk first a little bit about Suriname and our short sail to Grenada. Suriname was for a long time a Dutch colony. Since 1975, this country is the smallest independent state in South America. The previous president unfortunately abused his power and all the resources the beautiful country has, for example gold, aluminium, oil, bananas got exported unwisely and the profit went into the presidents and his friend’s pockets. That is what Surinamers were telling us. In the meantime, there is a new president, but there is Corona as well. The ECO tourism, Suriname was good and well known for, stands still and the country is in a bad state and shape. At the banks of the Suriname river, entering Suriname, you see big and then I mean really big villas. According to the locals they belong to friends of the former president and to drug lords. A very familiar story to us South Africans. The Netherlands is still involved and helps where they can, but a few days after we left Suriname they closed the country: total lockdown. Just above 500 000 people live in Suriname and most of them in and close to Paramaribo. People are currently getting infected and dying in huge numbers from Corona: not enough hospital beds, not enough vaccinations, not enough oxygen……… not enough doctors and nurses. Their rainy season is terrible this year due to the ELNino effect and its really tuff for the poor population. After a good week in the Marina and a road trip through the rural part of the country to a big dam where people are searching for gold, visiting banana plantations, visiting Paramaribo with a lot of rain we said goodbye to the populated part of Suriname together with Elitsha and we sailed into the Commewijne river. This was so romantic and special. The jaguars, caiman and anacondas were too scared of us, hahahahha. We did not see them, but we heard and enjoyed the voices of the jungle, saw and heard millions of birds, parrots and all kind of other noises. It was magical. Three days we were totally one with nature, did not see any human being, together with Elitsha.

Coming back from Commewijne river was coming back to happy reggae life. Looking for a spot ashore to get our dingy on board for the trip to Grenada, a fisher of New Amsterdam waved us to come next to his fisher boat. Loud reggae music and a very friendly crew invited us for coffee, tea and biscuits……….and dagga and rum………..Unfortunately, we had to say thank you no (dagga and rum out of question, of course). The threat of getting infected just before we go back to sea again for a couple of days made us kindly refusing the offer. Even though we chatted a while with them and they helped us to get the dingy motor on board. And that’s how Surinamers are, chatty, always happy to assist and help, curious and interested about who you are. As I mentioned before people told us in advanced, that coming to South or Central America or the Caribbean with a South African flag would ask for problems. That was one of the reasons why we registered Elitsha in Germany. But we always say that we are from Cape Town, we don’t hide that and up to now we had no bad experiences. People are impressed that we come from that far to visit their small country and want to know if we like it. They loved the fact that we speak Dutch, because Dutch is still the first language in Suriname. Anyway, after chatting to the fishermen, we tied everything nicely, slept a short night and left New Amsterdam and Suriname at 6 am on the 25th of May.

Aware of the thread of Venezuelan pirates (Surinamers and NOON site (cruiser website) informed us about it), we sailed at a safe distance from the coast. Even though we choose to pass trough the Galleon’s passage between Trinidad and Tobago, but we choose to pass it close to the Tobago side, away of the Venezuelan coast. On our way we saw a fair number of oil platforms, huge ones, with huge flames, we could see from far. This was also a bit spooky. We had 35 to 40 knots of wind and a good speed to leave the oil area and the Galleon’s passage behind us. I think, pirates do not like rain. We had tons of rain and no pirates though……..although: Dick told me later, that 40 miles out of both coasts, the Grenadian and the Tobagonian, a fast open boat with 3 men in it sped past us. We think they were checking us out, how rich we are. The stretch between Tobago and Grenada apparently is also declared as an unsafe area. That is what we heard later when we arrived in Grenada. Our neigor, Steve, always has a gun with him. Happily, with enough wind and a strong currant we passed Tobago at 4:30 in the morning and arrived safely in Grenada at 17:00 on the 28th of May.

Close to the harbour at the quarantine anchorage we spoke to our South African friends of the Aventura, a young couple with 2 dogs and his parents on their way to emigrate to Panama. We saw them in every harbour we visited up to now. They left Suriname a few days earlier then we did. They craved for blue water and thought jaguar, caiman and anaconda would perhaps love their dogs too much. In any way, nice to see them again. They explained the Grenadian procedures to us and on Saturday we went ashore to register with the health department. We inhaled the positive and relaxed Grenadian vibe immediately: steel drum music from the taverns, people on the streets, Corona is almost dealt with.

And in the meantime, 1 week in St George, we are declared negative and are allowed to explore the island. Paul, a registered tour guide grabbed his chance. Slandering around the harbour he almost forced us to have a tour with him. The cruise ships are missed by restaurants, tour guides…not by us. Paul told us, that they on “good” days had 6000 tourists from cruise ships ashore. Dick and I were quite happy to escape these “good“ days. Pity for Paul, that’s why we went with him on a long trip through St. George at noon and let him earn some ECDs. Hot and up and down, I was exhausted at the end. We didn’t walk much for the last 2 months at least..

Grenada is the spice island: nutmeg, gloves, cinnamon, and other spices grow here. They have a golden waterfall and many more attractions. We will explore them all and share with you. For now, we experienced the spicy side of the island by drinking shandies with nutmeg, eating ice cream with nutmeg and gloves and some other weird things you would think its really ugg, but in reality it’s absolutely amazing.

We are registered for Astra Zeneca vaccination and yes, we are in a marina with a nice club house and WIFI and not on anchorage or at a mooring buoy. For the first time in almost 3 months, I am able to go and stay where I want on my own. For somebody like me, who likes her independence, its heaven. Opposite of our little paradise, there is another marina, posh and expensive and not really our style. Elitsha, would feel a bit lonely between all the posh-million dollar-yachts. I don’t know, if I mentioned before, that a lot of other cruisers, have fancy and well-equipped boats with freezers, bread baking automates, washing machine, water cooker……. you name it. Our only luxury is a fridge, a BBQ and a good stove with oven, cosy and exactly what we need no more and no less. Anyway, Elitsha got a good clean-up. Sticky, a local guy, Dick and I made her looking pretty again. The water of the Suriname river was dirty through mud and chemicals, they use for the gold extraction industry, we learned. And this was very difficult to get off the hull-0987654Qasdfuiop[.

My home office is in the marina’s clubhouse, with more than brilliant views! Unfortunately, UBUNTU for Africa’s operations manager, who took over financials and admin of the NGO from me, resigned a few days ago. That’s why I am back on the job and working every day for an hour or 3. Alene Edson Smith, local social worker, who was already involved in the family program and took over my job at Kronendal Primary, is doing the hands-on jobs, where you have to be involved personally onsite, like team meetings, meetings with principals etc. For now, we won’t have stretches which will take more than 3 days and we have internet and WIFI. No problem to work though. I love my work as much as I love cruising. To combine both is absolutely great.

For the rest the NGO is in good hands, with our after-care team, Barbara Heye, who is mentor to a single mother with 3 kids. And as I mentioned before Alene Edson Smith, well known in the valley through her involvement through her own NGO, Serenity, took over the reins at Kronendal Primary from me and is mentor to 5 families in our NGO. We share the lead of UBUNTU for Africa. What I can do, I will do, where personal presence is needed, Alene will be hands on. She will lead the sound and music studio, which will release their first CD soon. Lelo managed to get 2 new volunteers into this project, for marimba and music production. Ricardo will remain taking the lead on Silikamva side and Alene will have a firm look and hand on the project.

After care is just running. Andiswa and her team also get support from Alene. But this team of 5 is just doing what they can do best: love our children and supervise, support, teach them and make sure that they are safe.

Questions for the kids:

1. How many kilometres did we sail from Cape Town to Grenada?

2. Which language do the people speak in Suriname?

3. What kind of currency do we used in Suriname and which one in Grenada?

4. Please explain, what the modern pirates of the Caribbean are up to.

5. What is the name of the small entrance to the Caribbean between Trinidad and Tobago?

Sponsor sail:

For the ones who want to take part in our sponsor sail: We have sailed 1812 nautical miles. You can donate a cent, a Rand, a Euro or whatever per nautical mile. We are sailing for these amazing schools: every nautical mile and each Rand counts. To UBUNTU for Africa,German NGO.

The money will go to the UBUNTU for Africa projects: after care at Hout Bay Primary School and the music project at Silikamva High School. This organisation I started 12 years ago (www.ubuntuforafrica.com) Of course, you will receive a tax certificate.

Ubuntu for Africa-Kinder-, Jugend und Familienhilfe in Südafrika

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For South Africans and others, who want to donate directly to South Africa (also with tax certificate): please donate to Kronendal Primary School (www.kronendalprimary.com). I worked for 10 years at Kronendal Primary as a school counsellor. This school struggles financially due to the consequences of the Covid Pandemic and deserves our support.

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Personal favourite HP (&FB) fanfictions (but unfortunately it’s mostly GGAD)

posted: 08-10-2020 edited: 08-24-2020

(really sorry for the mistakes! fanfics are better i swear)

I read several HP and FB fanfics during the last few months, and in order to sum up my favourite ones, here is this post. It’s entirely and obviously personal, and to be honest, it’s more something which is more supposed to help me than recommanding something to you

But I truly think those fanfictions are great, so if you didn’t already read them, you may enjoy them!

I might update it every now and then, by the way!

(most of them are already quite well-known though, sorry)

Put Your Guns Away, it’s Tea Time (52k) and Put Your Curse in Reverse (276k) (from the It’s Tea Time serie), written by ellizablue :

A very lovely, funny and well-written story which follows Albus Severus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy, Harry and Ginny Potter, the rest of the Potter-Weasley family and all of the surrounding people after the events of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.

It’s technically canon-compliant - the author created an amazing story based on HPCC - and did it so well! I admit I was a bit disappointed about HPCC when it had been published, but It’s Tea Time “fixed” all of the things I was confused about.

Albus’ and Scorpius’ relationship is adorable, both of them are interesting characters. Harry and Ginny are amiable and attentive parents, they protect people they love. James Sirius and Lily Luna are also great - and to be honest, all of the characters are refreshing, complex, ect. I could talk about it throughout countless of pages. So many themes are brilliantly treated. I still didn’t read the third opus of the series!

(if I should recommand one only series of HP fanfictions, I would recommand this one)

Several fanfictions written by meanwhiletimely :

Illumine (10k) :

In Prague in 1914, Albus Dumbledore goes to a Gellert Grindelwald’s brillant speech. The political discussion between Albus and Henry Potter, how Gellert is able to enthrall a breathless crowed, Gellert’s and Albus’ very special and intense relationship, the wonderful Christian imagery and parallels, the description of the surrounding world and the ambiance, Gellert’s speech... It is quite marvellous, well-written and perfectly bitter-sweet - more bitter than sweet though. Eventual smut, very good, but imo, it cannot be considered as the very heart of the text, even though the sexual tension is omnipresent. I can't help but read it oftenly, and everytime I'm amazed - it might be my favourite GGAD fanfiction in fact. Brilliant.

Extreme Incantations (10k) :

In order to find clues about the Elder Wand story, Albus and Gellert try a “decadent, degenerate, deranged” ritual. A lot of smut, but again, their relationship and their psychology are absolutely central. I loved how they are portrayed, loved to discover Gellert’s thoughts and point of view. Again, it’s brilliantly bitter-sweet - even quite heartbreaking. Like Illumine, I have so much more to say, but I’ll stop here and just say: if you are interested by Summer of 1899 fanfictions, you could be delighted to discover it.

The Seer in the Tower (2k5) and Collateral (3k) are as great as Illumine and Extreme Incantations. In the first one, Tom Riddle meets Gellert Grindelwald after 1945 ; in the second one, Gellert and Ariana talk thanks the Resurection Stone. Light Bringer (10k), which sums up the Summer of 1899, is also amazing - incredibly painful, hopeless and horrendous, and Gellert Grindelwald is definitely not a good person - but still amazing.

Thirty-Five Owls (11k) by Letterblade :

After 1945, Albus and Gellert sent letters to each other - and I will add nothing more about the plot. A quite famous fanfiction - published in 2008 - and rightfully recognised as a brillant one. Beautifully written, the tag "Everything Hurts" is accurate, constantly breathtaking. I loved more than everything else the end - overwhelming, and yet so simple. Even canon-compliant, what more could we ask? In a nutshell, an unmissable work.

White (2k) (M) by Vandrerska :

“The story Gellert Grindelwald would tell if somebody took the trouble to ask.”, or a magnificiently well-written 1st person POV fic with Gellert talking about Albus and 1899. Here is the same vibe we already have in Thirty-Five Owls, but with the benefit of a heart-to-heart conversation between Gellert and the reader directly. Needless to say that both of the hearts involved in the conversation are broken. I love how it is written (but it is no surprise, well-crafted angsty texts like this one own my heart).

nobody else but me (5k) by Roflskate :

After meeting Percival Graves and starting a correspondence with the very head of MACUSA's Department of Law Enforcement in 1926, Albus Dumbledore thinks he's finally ready to move on from Gellert Grindelwald. Well, if you saw Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, you know he's not.

I'm fond of the plot: the way we, as readers, already know how that story is doomed to end, is the very heart of the text - and speaking of the end, I loved it - just like Thirty-Five Owls, simple and heartrending. Again, bitterness is back. Beware of the manipulation and the very questionable consent, it's literally the plot.

(btw, this work inspired this post: GG as Hogwarts teacher/librarian before FBaWtFT: where are the fanfics? (if someone wants to write it please i will be pretty happy))

(In every bloody fanfiction I recommend Albus is suffering, sorry about that) (and it's not going to end with the next fanfic) (suffering is inherent to the character though so)

The Trial of Albus Dumbledore (51k) by Aurora_xx :

In this post-FBCoG AU, Albus Dumbledore is questioned about his relations with Gellert Grindelwald. But before his trial, he unknowingly took Veritaserum. To be honest, I felt it first as a “satisfying” AU: people we don’t like became a bit ridiculous, people we like get through (well, mostly).

Nonetheless, it’s more than that: the trial scene is incredibly tense, the consequences are terrible, and we want to see what's going to happen next. Moreover, the character development is suprisingly remarkably well-done - Vinda Rosier has an amazing backstory, for example; Newt and Newt’s friends are also very likeable, complex, etc. We love to hate Travers, Grindelwald is a character we eventually support (for specific reasons, mostly because he’s powerful, self-confident, rather hilarious and badass, but also a bit more human than we could think). And all we want to do is taking care of Albus.

It’s definitely a really pleasant fanfiction - but not an “easy” one, there are a lot of hard themes and very tense scenes, etc. This story is still considered as a WIP, though the five first chapters are already enough.

Three fics of mautadite :

A Metaphor for Change (1k) (M) : I will just rewrite the summary here, so: "Five things Albus could not bring himself to say to Gellert. (One of them is a lie.)”. I really liked it, it is angsty - but the sweetest way, the very sad way.

To Be Great (0.3k) (G) : What Albus and the Sorting Hat said when Albus put the Hat on his head for the first time. Really a relevant and sharp character study. Again, I felt a hint of a sweet kind of angst. I wonder if I am the only one, you tell me.

Love Letters (6k) (E) : Scenes of Gellert’s and Albus’ life from 1995 to 1899 - often conversations, so say hello to well-crafted relationships between mc and other characters. Here comes the angst again (I think the author writes Albus and Gellert that way - or maybe, the characters are meant to be suffused by angsty undertones). The fact that we go back in time hurts a lot, because every smile they have are perverted by our knowledge of what happens next - the happiness won’t last, and really, it hurts. Canon compliant.

GGAD works of verivala (bloodtroth on tumblr)

Many short one-shots, from fluff to angst - sometimes droll, sometimes soft, often painful, quite always (a bit or a lot) bitter-sweet. You might at least find few of them interesting.

Grindeldore one-shots (22 works)

Grindeldore requests (5 works)

Grindeldore prompt fills (38 works)

L’Indiscible (190k) by Neaniver279

This one is a French one! Deux ans après la fin de la guerre, Percy Weasley - profondément meurtri par la mort de Fred, de laquelle il s’estime responsable - est renvoyé par une mystérieuse potion au 25 décembre 1975. Plusieurs élèves de Poudlard attirent son attention et son affection, voire un en particulier, Sirius Black.

Un pairing très inhabituel qui fonctionne bien ; un Percy Weasley passionnant - faillible, perdu dans ses doutes et sa culpabilité, mais avec une répartie, une malice et une sensibilité hors du commun ; des Maraudeurs et des jumeaux Weasley attachants, avec une personnalité définie et nuancée ; une idée originale géniale, car si le voyage dans le temps ouvre des portes à une nouvelle palette de réflexions et d’expériences pour Percy, il permet aussi d’intégrer un mystère et de la tension autour de la potion, l’Indiscible.

Pas d’underage, mais une relation prof-élève tout de même - tout du moins, pendant un segment de l’histoire. Intéressante, touchante, très drôle, amère, complexe et pathétique. WIP.

Thanks for reading, I hope it had helped!

Thanks to all of the authors also! You are brave, tenacious and doing an amazing work. Thanks a lot! :)

(And of course, beware of the tags, if you are triggered by specific content - homophobia, blood, hospital, violence, explicit sex scenes, manipulation, death, etc)

08-24-2020 edit: Thirty-Five Owls, nobody else but me and verivala’s works added. 02-18-2021 edit: White and mautadite’s works added.

(08-24-2020: i’m also currently interested by Kierkegarden’s works, an already quite inevitable GGAD author, I might add some of them later)

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