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Project Hail Mary has several scenes of intense strobe light effects, which include the opening shot (should be safe after we hear audible breathing), and an entire extended action sequence, during which important plot details take place. During the first third or so of the film, there are a few unpredictable sudden flashes of bright lights.
The camera work creatively uses the sideways rolling axis several times throughout the film. Extended portions of this film take place in zero-g environments, and/or otherwise mess with the sense of up and down. Handheld cameras are used in some scenes. The fast travel and spinning through space featured in this film may also be disorienting.
Flashing Lights: 10/10. Motion Sickness: 9/10.
TRIGGER WARNING: There is some brief vomit-related humor early in the film, with nothing shown, and the sound overpowered by a loud environment. A man makes gagging noises as he pulls something from his throat in the opening scene, and gags through subsequent coughs.
BRANDON'S REVIEW: Every scene of Project Hail Mary shows a very high level of creativity from the legendary Lord and Miller, taking ideas from other visual epics of its same caliber such as Interstellar, The Martian, and Arrival, shot with an entirely unique visual voice. This film plays beautifully along the line between a compelling deep space drama and a survivalist buddy comedy. With that all in mind, extra caution recommended to anyone who suffers from any photosensitivity-related health issues. Grade: A+.
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Title: Saying The Words
Prompt/Day: The Burrow's Living Room (Day 03)
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Rating: PG-13
Brief summary: Ron works up the courage to tell Hermione something important. Then he has to do it again.
Any possible triggering/warning tags: Curse words
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Exhaustion had left them nearly dead on their feet, the adrenaline rush of battle long gone, leaving two weary teenagers in its wake. Hand-in-hand, Ron and Hermione shuffled up the stairs and collapsed into his bed in Gryffindor tower, unwilling to separate even for a moment.
His arm wrapped around her protectively, her head rested on his chest, tucked perfectly under his chin as they escaped into a cocoon of safety. They had lived. They had a future, hopefully together.
Ron stared up at the ceiling of his four poster, building up his courage while cradling her small body to him. Suddenly energized, he couldn't contain himself any longer and the words started spilling out of him at a breathless pace. Words he'd wanted to say to her for years. How much she meant to him, how much he admired her, and how long he'd held back from revealing his true feelings.
How much he loved her.
Never in his life had he been so eloquent and passionate, his voice low in the empty room. He'd practiced the speech in his head a thousand times, but it came out even better than expected. His maturity and the growth he'd made were on full display, spurred on by wanting to be better. Both for himself and for her.
He finally stopped, his chest pounding. He felt as light as feather, the burden of years of hidden feelings finally off his chest. He awaited her response, but all that came was a snore.
She clearly hadn't heard a word and must have fallen asleep almost instantly, surrounded by his warmth. They had been through a lot, after all.
"Bloody buggering fuck," he whispered under his breath.
He silently cursed a few more times and closed his eyes, groaning despondently under his breath as the deep tiredness and disappointment claimed him.
He'd have to confess his feelings one more time—when she was actually awake to hear them.
~*~
The next morning, everything changed. The somber mood around the castle put a hold on any romance, the weight of everything that had happened, the mourning and loss, took priority.
The next few days were split between Hogwarts and The Burrow. Everyone was suffering, not only from Fred's death, but those of their friends and schoolmates. They threw themselves into work in both locales, the only viable way they had not to sink into their collective sadness.
Mrs. Weasley insisted that the usual sleeping arrangements remained, and no one was in the mood to challenge the grieving mother, no matter how old-fashioned it seemed. They all accepted it, even Ron, who was aching to spend more time with Hermione so they could support each other through this difficult time.
Despite that, there were rare moments where they had a minute or two alone. Just as Ron was about to break into his speech again and tell Hermione everything he felt, they would get interrupted.
First it just seemed like bad luck, but every time it happened, Ron's frustrations increased. Whether it was Neville or McGonagall asking for their help with another task, or one of his siblings barging in at the exact wrong moment, it seemed like fate was working against him. Ron knew Hermione would want to retrieve her parents soon, and he needed to tell her before then. He desperately wanted to go with her, knowing she'd need his support.
After missing yet another a chance to tell her, when Ginny unceremoniously burst through the door of his Dad's shed to let them know breakfast was ready—stopping only to waggle her eyebrows at him as she dragged Hermione away to help her set the table—Ron's frustrations reached its peak. He would have to deal with his nosy family first.
~*~
With another long day of rebuilding Hogwarts over, the family Flooed into The Burrow's living room late in the evening, one-by-one dropping into whatever seating was available. Arthur and Molly bade their children good night and went straight upstairs.
"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked as she flopped her head onto Harry's shoulder, stifling a yawn.
"She's still helping Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing." Ron replied. "You can go to sleep if you want, Ginny. I'm sure she'll be back late, so I'll wait up for her."
"Can't sleep without a good night kiss?" George teased innocently, causing his siblings to snigger, easing the tension of the long, tough day.
Ron rounded on his family. "I haven't had a second of privacy with her, thanks to all of you." He stopped to run a hand through his hair. "Are you purposely trying to mess this up for me?"
"No, but it is rather funny. Besides, we know why you want some private time," Charlie responded, making a kissing face.
Ron sputtered, his ears turning red with fury, his frustrations from the morning returning and boiling over. "It isn't like that."
Percy pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "It's perfectly fine, Ron. We were all young once."
Ron clenched his fists. "IT. IS. NOT. LIKE. THAT."
"Then what is it?" Ginny asked.
"I WANT TO TELL HERMIONE I'M IN LOVE WITH HER!"
He hadn't heard the whoosh of the Floo behind him during his outburst, but Hermione's squeaked gasp was unmistakable in the dead silent room.
Ron was a statue, unwilling to turn around and make things even more awkward, certain that he'd said far too much. That he'd ruined things with his effing feelings. His siblings stared at him sympathetically, as if they weren't to blame for the whole debacle.
Arthur suddenly cleared his throat from the landing of the stairs. "Upstairs to bed, you lot. Give your brother some privacy."
Fleur stopped to give him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, before grabbing Bill's hand. Harry gave him a shrug and Ginny had a huge grin on her face as Ron watched them all ascend, leaving him and Hermione alone.
Ron took a deep breath and steeled himself, before turning around to face her. Even though she looked completely knackered, she was the most beautiful girl in the world to him.
"Hi."
"Hi," she replied.
"So, er, you heard that."
"Yes." Hermione's eyes searched his, her voice low. "Did you mean it?"
He stared back, trying to get any kind of indication of what she was thinking or feeling. She seemed frozen, but her eyes betrayed her vulnerability as they teared up. He just wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let go.
"I, um, yeah. I did mean it. That wasn't how I wanted to tell you, but I meant it. I had a whole speech prepared and everything."
"You did?"
He nodded slowly, still unsure of her reaction to such a big step. "I said it the night after the battle, but you fell asleep and didn't hear a word of it."
Before he could react, Hermione was in his arms, kissing every inch of his face.
"I love you, Ron. I love you," she kept repeating. So caught up in their embrace, they failed to register the shouts and catcalls from the now packed landing.
She gripped him fiercely as he hugged her to him, his face buried in her bushy hair as he sported a giant smile on his face.
"Alright, show's over."
Bill steered the family back up the stairs, leaving them in silence.
Ron couldn't help but whisper in Hermione's ear. "Do you think I'll ever get to snog you without an audience?"
I’m a straight up villain, straight up villain, yeah, no feelin', yeah, no feelin'. I'm alive, but I'm dead, hear my voice up in your head, watch it fill you full of dread 'til you go POW. Is it really a surprise if I'm playing with your mind and I treat you like a prize then I throw you to the side? Am I really that bad if I love to make you mad and get happy when you're sad, only care about a bag?
Artist: K/DA
Director: Oriol Puig
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG-13
Language: English
I literally love everything about K/DA (besides League of Legends of course), and I think their whole concept is great. Their music is always top tier, and Villain is probably my absolute favourite of them all. I could probably talk about the music video for hours if given the chance; there’s so much about it that warrants words. Firstly, the animation is god-tier. Everything about the animation is amazing, from perspective to lighting and detail. The editing of the video is also amazing. I’m personally more a fan of edits in time to the music rather than the lyrics, and this video satisfies that all the way. Of course, the lyrics are actually something I can kind of relate to as well, so it’s almost like a personal anthem if you will! Evelynn’s character is so cool, and her K/DA designs are also lovely, so that’s always a bonus. My affinity for horror and disconcerting things also add to my love for this piece. All in all, I would recommend this to absolutely anyone and everyone!!
A/N: In honor of Ron Weasley’s 40th Birthday (I hope Hermione has worn you out completely!) here’s a little something hashed out for his birthday. Rated 15/PG-13/T+ for plenty of innuendo and double entendres and citrus basket stuff that isn’t explicitly stated. Caveat Emptor for my lovely Aces who follow me. Circa 1 March 1999. (And I’ll eventually post on Ao3 and FF.net and relink them in.)
give me my demarcation line damn it
I’m gonna ask her,” Ron whispered from his side of the enormous tree root that he was hiding behind.
“Ron, not now,” Harry hissed.
“Why not now? Not like we’re going anywhere the next ten minutes I reckon.”
“You git, I mean not now as in we’re still in training and Hermione’s off at Hogwarts for another 2 terms. Besides, have you asked her about it?”
“We’ve talked,” Ron peeked over the edge of the tree stump and dropped back down, dodging a red spell that flew over his head. “And she knows I want to ask her.”
“And you’re still in training. We both are. Not like I don’t want to ask – “
“Yeah, I know who you want to ask and I don’t want to think about your pasty arse again after what I saw at Christmas,” Ron cheeked.
“Fair point,” Harry looked up over the edge of the stump and ducked back down, dodging a purple spell flying over his head. “These arseholes are annoying the fuck out of me,” He growled.
“You’re the one with the cloak. Why haven’t you used it yet to get closer?”
“And get blown to shreds? No thank you. Your sister would have my – “
“And Hermione’d have mine,” Ron sighed. “Not like they aren’t hers already.”
“You’re really arse over tits for her, aren’t you?”
“Course I am. I’ve been that way for yonks. You know that.”
“Yeah, I do. But we’re both still – “
“Only on a calendar, mate. Everything we’ve been through? My back says that I’m already 50 some mornings.”
“Well, the way you wear it out every morning I’m not surprised,” Harry muttered under his breath. “But neither of us is going to go anywhere if we’re still pinned down here while those bastards are blasting away at us.”
“I’m only here because you’ve not tossed your cloak over your head and taken a header at them. When you do, I’ll draw their fire and you can stun 'em.”
“No can do. Last time I told Hermione you got hurt on a mission she nearly took my head off. I don’t want a repeat of that happening ever again.”
“And you think it’s not as bad as telling my sister you got hurt again? I thought she was going to shove her wand up – “
“She told me,” Harry felt the chagrin rush over his face.
“And blast me to Warwickshire. I don’t think my ears will ever be the same.”
“I thought that was ‘cause of Hermione,” Harry smirked and Ron gave him a rude gesture in reply.
“It’s not like you hear anything now, not after we went over every single square inch of our room and put Auror grade spells on it. We could have the Weird Sisters performing in our room and no one would be the wiser for it.”
“Good thing too since that keeps the nightmares down,” Harry gave Ron a side-eye and saw his best mate giving him a rather shirty look. “Look, it’s not like you’re not shagging my sister either, ya git.”
“Well, I am, and we’re glad you’re so accepting,” Harry dodged the handful of leaves Ron threw at him.
“Prat,” Ron growled.
“Ponce,” Harry retorted. “On three, we’re going. I’m sick of freezing my bollocks off here in Lake Country in February.”
“You think I’m enjoying it?” Harry threw the cloak over his head and froze. “Better idea. You hide under it and I’ll draw your fire.”
“Rubbish. It’s too short for me. They’ll see me from my knees on down.”
“You’re a wizard. Get invisible.”
“And you?”
“Cloak and wand time,” Harry watched Ron do the incantation silently, hiding under a cloak of magic.
“On three,” Ron whispered.
“On Three. One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
The rolled out from their hiding place behind the old oaken stump and ran pell-mell towards the farmhouse. They passed six people, lying prone on the ground, immobile.
A gold spell circled the area, highlighting both of them racing towards the house.
Red spells erupted from six places, missing them as they dashed inside.
“Hold your wands,” Robards's voice boomed over the meadow and the cottage.
One by one Aurors were disillusioning themselves and standing up. One by one they went to a trainee who was frozen on the cottage grounds and revered the stunner spell. Groans and groggy heads prevailed, not seeing Harry and Ron standing inside the cottage looking confused.
“Training?” They looked at one another.
“Yes, training. You thought this was a real mission?” A voice they didn’t expect whispered behind them. Both turned to see the dark features of Senior Auror Hemera Jones standing right behind them. They hadn’t heard her move in their vicinity. She had to be part cat with how quiet she was when she was on duty.
“Where the bloody fuck were you hiding? We could have used your help,” Ron said.
“I was hiding right at the front door. My task was to pick off those who made too many mistakes. The two of you didn’t so you were allowed to pass so you get full marks for this mission. Those gits,” She motioned to that half dozen additional trainees sitting in a semi-circle getting berated by Gawain Robards. “Those gits are probably not going to pass and will go into MLS. Each of them made a fundamental mistake and got themselves taken out.”
“So what now?” Harry asked.
“Now you two get to return to London and debrief. I’ll be joining you shortly with the rest. Oh and since you ponces made full marks,” Ron’s eyes went wide, “you get a 72-hour furlough from training.”
“72 hours. Wow.”
“Use them wisely, gentlemen. Come Monday night at 8 pm I expect to see both of you ready to work.”
“Sorted,” they said in unison.
“Oh and try not to upset Professor McGonagall when the two of you go to Hogwarts.”
“How do – “
“I’m not a fool, Weasley. Everyone in the department knows what is up with you and Granger. Same for you, Potter.” She gave both of them a half-smile. “Go rent a room in Hogsmeade, both of you. Ask Professor McGonagall for them to have a weekend. But I better not hear of you having news in three months from it. Understood?”
“Sorted,” the said in unison before apparating away.
“Sodding gits,” she muttered before heading out to the rest of the apprentices who were about to fail to get into the Aurors.
“Hermione?”
She opened her eyes and saw Ron smiling down on her. “Were you watching me sleep?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t help it. You were snoring – “
“I don’t snore,” she said primly.
“Ok then breathing loudly while asleep. Anyway, you were breathing loudly,” she reached to pinch the closest nip and he ducked away, just out of her reach “and I kept thinking how incredibly lucky I am.”
“Oh, I dunno. I think I’m on the better end of this bargain.”
“Well, I am surprised you still have a voice after – “
“I do hope that no one heard us,” She interrupted.
“Nah, not here.” Ron glanced around at the one-room flat above the closed Zonko’s shop. Hermione found out from him earlier that George had purchased the building and would have it as a pop-up shop for the Hogsmeade weekends. “I made sure of it before you came around earlier.”
“Good,” She tucked her head up under his, relishing this contact that she’d desperately missed in the last few months. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you so much,” she whispered into his skin.
“And I bloody well missed you,” he lifted her chin to drop a languid kiss upon her lips. “And it’s just blind luck that we got this. I thought it was a real mission and instead it was training yet again.”
“And you seem to be doing quite well during it, the way you talk about it. I think you might have found your calling.”
“Nah, not really.”
“Well, I think so.”
“I don’t since I think my calling is loving you and the rest are just details.”
“I’m glad we got things sorted for good,” She said to herself. “I dunno what I’d have done not having you by my side now.”
Ron grinned. “Oh I dunno, probably leading a quiet life and still changing the world one moment at a time.”
“Nah. I’d have my head buried in a book somewhere, miserable, and waiting to find something to make me content.”
Ron reached under his pillow to pull a small box out. “Well since that it’s the case, and I already know,”
“Are you?”
“Consider it an ‘I’m going to ask you to marry me someday and it’s not today but it will happen’ ring.” He opened the box and showed the small sapphire ring inlaid on white gold. “I know it’s not much but – “
Hermione leaned in closer, brushing her nose against his. “It’s brilliant,” She looked at it closer, seeing that it was inscribed with runes on the inside. She grinned understanding what they said. “Who did the engraving?”
“I did, actually,” he turned bright red. “I made sure it was correct by asking Fleur and she told me. Once I had it written down I used magic to engrave it. Anyone can engrave in gold but if it’s silver I’d get in trouble with the goblins since that’s their domain.”
“I can feel the magic wrapped around it,” She leaned up further so Ron could put it on her right hand. “And it fits perfectly,” she said in awe.
“I nicked one of your other dainty ones you keep but don’t wear and had it sized to fit it.”
She lifted her hand and looked at it in the candlelight. “I love it.”
“You do? I didn’t pick a rubbish gift this time?”
“No, you picked a brilliant gift. You get an O for this gift.” He leaned in for a kiss and they forgot about everything else except the two of them celebrating a future growing older together.
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