PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005)
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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005)
Pansy Parkinson
Auror Draco Lucius Malfoy
Dangerous
For the @drarrymicrofic prompt
Yes it’s long I don’t care it’s my baby. I love it. I’m in love with this AU.
Thank you so much @curlyy-hair-dont-care for betaing this!!
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The docks on Sedna are coated in nameless yellowed dust. It billows out around the Phoenix when he lands. His scanners yielded safe levels of radiation, but Harry still makes a note to detox his clothes when he’s done here. He vaguely wonders what might have convinced a pampered Federation boy to take refuge in the cesspits of the galaxy, but that’s not really his business. Harry’s only concerned with the name and the address.
The club is seedy by planetary standards, yet still opulent amongst the asteroid’s tangled puzzle of neon lighting and corroded scaffolding. Harry’s so far down the maze of alleyways that he can’t even see the stars— just the whirring underbellies of hovercrafts speeding by. He only knows he’s still outside because he hasn’t passed through a single doorway.
They ask for his blaster at the door. Harry gives them one. It’s plastic. They can’t tell the difference. He wonders once again how his quarry is still breathing.
When he sees him, he thinks he might have some idea.
Harry’s encountered some varied bodies in his days— killed some, fucked some, paid and been paid for both in equal measure. But this— this man is different.
His skin is unblemished, smooth. Free of the endless upgrades. Harry can’t spot a glint of metal on him. Not the red of a wire, nor the black of ink. He’s endlessly blank. Against the backdrop of the bar’s patrons and the heavy music, he looks unnatural— a remnant of a world that’s not meant to survive in the teeth of space.
Cybernetics have been the hottest market for over five decades. They’ve become the staple of every standard. Harry thinks this man is beautiful.
When he marches up to Harry’s booth and sits down across from him with a jaunty smile, Harry decides he’s also rather stupid.
“Fancy seeing a Xenerian here. What’s your name?” he asks Harry. His eyes are natural. They’re a deep blue-grey, like the skies at home.
“Shouldn’t you give me yours first?” Harry says by way of an answer. He’s not used to this— he’s never had a target approach him this way.
He’s met with a clear laugh. “There’s not much use in me doing that. I know why you’re here.”
That, Harry wasn’t expecting. “Why sit with me then?”
A pause. “You’re not as bright as I’d have thought.” Harry frowns, a bit insulted, but his guest continues. “You’re here to kill me. Hired by my family, no less, who I know have excellent and expensive taste. That makes you the most accomplished and the highest paid in the industry. Doesn’t make much sense to run from you. I figured I’d have a seat instead— it’s far more comfortable.”
Harry watches him for another moment. “Harry Potter,” he says. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Draco Malfoy.”
“I know.”
“I know you know.”
That makes Harry crack a smile. Draco looks proud of himself for that.
“You’re sharp,” Harry finally says, “but mistaken. I’m to bring you in alive. It’s a rare request. You should be honored.”
Something flashes in Draco’s eyes then, and Harry thinks he’s starting to grasp the reasons behind his paycheck.
“Oh Harry,” Draco says. “I’m delighted.” His tongue flashes across his damp lips, chasing the word, and Harry feels the stirrings of something deeper than opportunity. “Now— how much is my father paying you?”
“I don’t disclose clientele information.”
“Pity. I’m certain we could enjoy disclosing things to one another.”
Harry’s going to fuck this man.
Draco rests his chin on one palm and stares deliberately at Harry’s mouth. “Get me away and I’ll double it for you.”
Harry’s frightened of what else he might do.
I had this scheduled because it’s May 18th but it has an entirely new meaning this year
not to be dramatic but life is feeling a lot like that time Edward broke up with Bella in twilight and Stephenie made all the chapters during the break up empty pages with just “September.” “October.” “November.” written at the top
Stylistic innovation in Persuasion
I’ve been geeking out about this in various places, and promised a couple people I’d collate.
I love Persuasion, but mostly because I find it fascinating in terms of craft. It gets billed as Austen’s most romantic (and Romantic) love story, and boy does it have its moments, but I feel like it’s less a novel written to entertain and delight, and more of a giant stylistic experiment that doesn’t quite succeed, but tells you a ton about Austen’s ambitions for, and innovations in, her genre.
Form follows content.
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i think after this we all have to be a little more forgiving of sirius black for acting irrationally after being stuck in his house for a year
god can you believe that miss fisher's murder mysteries really went & hired a woman in her late forties to play a woman who in the books is in her late twenties ???
they took one look at essie davis in all her devastatingly beautiful splendour, with her bright eyes & laughter lines & apple cheekbones & freckled shoulders & charming smile & said fuck it phryne fisher is now a forty-something woman in her goddamn prime who has driven ambulances in the trenches & flown planes & scaled mountains & who is irresistably gorgeous & knows it ???
it honestly means so much to me that they did that. you see so many tiresome instances of young women being cast as older women & they just turned that on its head & the show is all the better for it. they don't try to make her look younger, they don't smooth out or cover up her laughter lines or the crinkles around her eyes or the creases when she turns her head or her upper arms or the freckles on her hands. they just let her be & she is so beautiful.
this is what happens when you let women run a show.
“Hands down, confidently after 26 years on the internet, this is the best thing I have ever found.”
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not to be emo on main but the reason Steve Harrington has such an amazing arc is because he, arguably, doesn’t gain much from becoming a better person. he loses his friend group. ends up picking up a bat to fight a monster because nancy and jonathan are in danger. and when he gets dumped? well, might as well help this random kid that i sort of know fight another monster. oh, there’s a secret base? let me get tortured so my friends don’t. when he and the others escape the mall, it’s Steve who leads the charge from weathertop and goes back to save his ex girlfriend and her new boyfriend and helps fight a massive monster solely because it’s the right thing to do. homeboy risks his life over and over for a group of kids and doesn’t expect anything in return. like at all. he doesn’t get the girl, he certainly loses his job, and he regularly gets the crap beaten out of him. but he does it anyway.
Oh, to be a handsome young navy man in 1930 with curly hair and dirt on my nose on my break from hauling cargo from the shipyard, reading a Little Blue Book titled Homosexual Life that I bought for 5¢, pretending not to notice the banker’s son eyeing me in a truly sinful way.
Some of these are getting so specific that I’m not convinced y’all ain’t just describing your past lives in some weird missed connections faux tumblr meme
Alien: You’re telling me that in times of great distress humans have been known to suddenly gain the strength necessary to lift objects more than a dozen times their own weight?!
Human: Yeah, it’s called “hysterical strength” and it usually happens in life-or-death situations, like when someone gets stuck under a car or something and someone lifts the car to get them out. We can’t really test it though, ‘cause it only happens spontaneously.
Alien: Humans have the ability to tap into untold strength and power and you don’t even know how you do it?
Human: Pretty much, yeah. We think it has something to do with temporary analgesia, so we just don’t feel the pain we should when we pick up a 3000-pound car.
Alien: YOUR PAIN RESPONSE JUST SHUTS OFF?
Human: Yeah, it’s like an adrenaline thing? Do you not have that?
Alien: Fuck you and your entire species of tiny juggernauts.
Did this post just use a dialogue format to trick me into learning science
Had to check this out on wikipedia at least and boy was that a ride
SCIENCE!
Just so you guys know. Hysterical strength is basically your body not holding back and going %100 though there is a great danger of you hurting yourself or breaking something since your ignoring pain and going %100. There was a case where a kid deadlifted a car to save a sibling but,cracked 8 of his teeth during it because he was clenching his jaw so hard. So whilst you can lift a car or fight off polar bears. Your probably going to break something. Because most of the time when we are “giving our all” we are only giving a fraction of what we could give and this is because if we truly give our all we can seriously injure ourselves.
This is literally an explanation of Deku and his abilities with One For All.
Humans naturally hold back because our muscles have enough strength to rip themselves apart
STOP GIVING THE ALIENS REASONS NOT TO VISIT.
@celestial-naiad the whole one million percent smash was actually hysterical strength, according to horikoshi.
on an unrelated note, did you know that if all the muscles in your back clenched at once your spine would shatter? have fun!!
Thats a horrifying and empowering thought at the same time.
Also: when you are sufficiently electrocuted and “thrown back” what is actually happening is your muscles contracting so hard and fast you essentially fling yourself away from the dangerous thing.
This is the same stuff that stops you from biting off your own fingers and whatnot. Our brains just say ‘no, don’t,’ whenever we try to do some dumbass shit, until we reach the point where it’s either do the dumbass shit or die/watch someone else die. I think it’s really cool though that we can shut off this function for others than ourselves. It shows a lot how we truly are social creatures at our core, that we don’t just do this when it’s our own body that might die, but for others in our community as well.
This is why a zombie would be extremely terrifying for a short period, and then neutralize itself. No fear and no pain means it could rip apart the gates to your fortress with its bare hands, but it would tear its arms or break its back in the process and never do anything very dangerous again.
This also means that anybody with a magical super-healing power would essentially get super strength out of the mix for free if they could get past the psychological limitations. That’s probably what makes vampires so strong; they don’t actually put out any more force than a normal human but they repair any damage they take in the process almost instantly.
@krunchy-tuna why would you hide this hilarious comment in the tags
Aight I know I’m OP but I gotta reblog for appreciation of that comment
It was in a name
Ada is staring out the window. It’s one of her favorite past times, the one she finds herself returning to over and over again. Of course, it’s one of the only past times one can have, locked in a small, barren room with a cot, desk, toilet area, and fucking window, but she likes to have her little hobbies.
In about an hour, she’ll start her second hobby–flushing the toilet over and over and over just to hear something in the concrete and steel room.
Exciting times.
It’s a Tuesday according to the long list of scratch marks on the window pane. She keeps track in sevens, over and over, seven tally marks in seven rows. Sometimes, when they take her out for recreational time, she comes back to find her hard work painted over, smoothed over, erased. On those days she gets a warning and a little less supper.
No one trusts witches with too many sevens. She’d love to tell them how they’re looking for the wrong number with her–not that type of witch–but that would involve talking. Talking used to be her favorite hobby, even over flushing the toilet, but she’d given it all up for him.
She’s given up a lot of things for him. Willingly, even. She can feel the curse under her skin bubbling with each little thing, roiling and pushing, desperate to get out. She’s already fed it her name, her voice, that little hiccup at the end of her laugh, and a few other bits and bobs from her own personality. Personalities are easy to re-grow, easy to fit around broken parts of her heart, she doesn’t need them.
She thinks that’s why the curse isn’t quite ready yet. Everything she’s given it is replaceable. She’s already calling herself Ada, desperate to hold onto some form of identity within these four walls. It’s another thing she could sacrifice, but she already knows that’s not what the curse really wants.
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Forget the other answers, this is correct
There’s been a handful of pissy whiny men reblogging this and it’s funny every time