#but I wouldn’t say I’m a victim of SA by a long shot

[milo-the-professional-yapper]

I honestly do think people often confuse being deeply uncomfortable at a depiction of certain triggering topics with bad writing. If a certain graphic scene is explicitly shown, that does not necessarily mean that the act itself is being glorified. We also only have 10 seconds of this clip being passed around- we do not have the full context for the episode it’s apart of. A lot of people are casting judgement way too soon. There is still a possibility that the scene itself is handled with more tact than we’ve seen so far.

I, for one, am all for bringing awareness to these events- no person is the ‘perfect’ victim. People deal with their traumas in their own ways, and some times it’s a little fucked up- the last thing people need to do is shame them for it. And that’s all I’ll really say about the reaction to episode 4 of Hazbin, once the full episode comes out I’ll do a more in depth take. And my opinion may completely change- but right now this is my stance: it’s too early to say anything.

Separately, though, if you are someone who has gone through a trauma like this and you don’t care for the depiction of it- that is completely okay! Your feelings are 100% valid and I am not shaming you for it. But there are some people who do like how it was presented and we should not invalidate their thoughts and experiences because they have a different opinion. Both sides can be civil about this situation- I genuinely ask that everyone be empathetic towards how others may feel about it. Feel free to chat if you want to discuss more, I’m more than willing to have a civil conversation with people on all sides (as long as you also approach with an open mind).

#hazbin hotel #opinion #angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #I would actually love to hear different takes on this that aren’t full of pure hate #there’s been… close calls #but I wouldn’t say I’m a victim of SA by a long shot #that’s why I genuinely want to hear your thoughts #I’ve heard victims opinions on both sides and all have very valid points that I will probably go more in depth to in my episode 4 analysis #promise I’m done talking now

[dream-critical]

haiii :) okay so this is a bit off-topic for the present discourse but i just discovered this account and wanted to anon air some thoughts ive been having about This Fuckin Guy. its all probably been said before in some capacity, but yeah (tws for grooming, SA allusion) 

the way dream has taken advantage of his fame is genuinely so fascinating. re: dnf, rpf of internet creators is obviously not a new thing online (also wrt lack of boundaries between a fan community and creator) but i’ve never seen a creator encourage their own sexualization the way he has. i used to think it was hysterical the way he publicly liked fanart of himself which clearly played into his conceit of being hyper-masculinized beside a hyper-feminized george. but again, after the grooming allegations dropped, it was hard not to see this behaviour in an even more sinister light than just that he’s an egotist who’s making money off of marketing his own fetishization. like it reminded me that behind all that fanart and fanfic were mostly young girls (a fact which is very Focal in the discourse), so what are the chances that played into his “enjoyment” of it. 

desensitizing a victim to sexual contact is a major grooming tactic. putting it this way, he was basically cultivating a massive following of young (most underage) girls, “mass-groomed” to view him sexually and thereby predicate inappropriate sexual exchanges on an individual level as we saw him do on snapchat. with the way he’s infantilized by fans (but also by antis who, reasonably, call him out as a juvenile idiot) its easy to miss how this man’s career seems engineered to be a tremendous abuse of power against vulnerable young people. and its crazy because I feel like its on a level and in a medium which is heretofore unexplored; unbreached by law or comprehensive understandings of what “violence” and “abuse” can entail when it takes place in online communities such as this.  

needless to say, as an ex-dsmp fan, im still transfixed by the goings-on of the community. i wish outsiders didn’t so often discredit the situation as “mcyt cringe” or trivial discourse among teenage stans who “deserve it” for falling in with this shitty guy. i feel like we’re watching a massive group be Actively Victimized, but its getting caught up in vitriolic alliances on the discourse front. like gen q, is it more constructive to indict dnf fangirls as individual perverts, or to indict the man at the centre of the cult of personality which enabled this behaviour to set the stage for his abuse/manipulation/etc.? 

anyway. hope this qsmp situation finally fuckin shoots his career in the foot cause i’m getting tired of praying on his downfall. 

(and thanks for running this blog. it must be draining, hope you’re taking care of yourself :) )

im a veteran follower of dream discourse and i can honestly say every single time something big happens everyone think this will be the end of his career. surely this has got to be the breaking point.

but it never is. and maybe it never will be. for the exact reasons he is famous, his fanbase. like you said, though i wouldn’t say groom is necessarily the word, dream built his fanbase to be the way it is, loyal and unquestioning of him. as long as he has a substantial fanbase who will defend and follow him no matter what, it doesn’t matter what he does, there will never be a downfall because he’d repeatedly shot himself in the foot and then have his army of professional dick riders to heal it.

at this point, it would be more likely that dream eventually fade out. his fanbase will grow up, get older, more responsibilities, and eventually they’ll forget about him. and there won’t be a generation to follow them because dream’s content would start to become irrelevant to the soon-to-be teenagers who are his main demographics. in 1 to 2 years time, he’ll be a used to be big-shot mcytber who now averages 200k views per video and his content would have become so generalised that you wouldn’t be able to recognise him and neiltheminecraftgamer or some other mediocre typical gaming channel specifically targeting kids.

#cyanide.txt #asks #anonymous #dream critical #dream neg #cc critical

[abadmeanman]

Miraculous Ladybug Secret Santa gift for @supergirl9130 ! Happy holidays, courtesy of @mlsecretsanta.

Ao3 link above, and text below:

Ladybug’s yo-yo twirled in a nearly-opaque circle, deflecting the blast of lightning before it could so much as rumple Nino’s cravat. Her save was so impressive that Nino was - temporarily - relieved that he’d actually decided to wear the cravat. It was awkward to don the accessory, sure, but the extra-spruced-up look he was sporting made him look dapper as all get out, and upped the drama of being saved by Ladybug. Sure, getting dramatically electrocuted by a lightning bolt so that your skeleton shows through your skin is bad and everything, but how much worse would it be if it also ruined your whole look? Just another way to add just a teensy bit more of a zip to the thrill of getting rescued by Ladybug. 

*Click*

And of course, thought Nino, it did make him look even better on camera.

… Or perhaps, though Nino immediately afterwards, he’s been spending far too much time around fashion people.

“Oh hell yes! Thanks, Ladybug, that was an amazing tableau!” said Alya, still snapping away with her date night camera. It was smaller than her professional camera, but not by much; just about the largest size that could fit in a “grandma purse” (Alya’s words, not Nino’s). At least she hadn’t brought the zoom lens tonight; the restaurant they had reservations at was pretty fancy, after all, and they tended to frown on people with meter-and-a-half-long audiovisual equipment cases in their dining room. Something of a tripping hazard, clear fire exit access, et cetera.

Their erstwhile savior looked over her shoulder at them, heaving a superpowered sigh.

“For the last time,” said Ladybug, knowing for a fact it wouldn’t be. “I do not save people in front of you just so you can get good action shots!” She punctuated her reprimand (such as it was) with between thirty and forty back handsprings and a sliding dodge under a DHL truck. “This is a coincidence! Just like every previous time!” she added, as she slid into a Fiat and made it look cool. 

“Absolutely, my Lady,” said Chat Noir, as he bonked an above-water iceberg away from the trio with a well-timed staff extension. “But it’s still a nice sentiment, no?” He leaned on his cane, silhouetting himself in pose against the backdrop of a magically-conjured akuma glacier, smashed haphazardly into an office building. In the background, Ladybug luckied up a charm, as she rolled her eyes. 

Not one to waste an opportunity, Alya spun to see what angles he had to work with (plenty) and capture his good side (either one).

“See, now that is a superhero who knows how to appreciate my talents,” said Alya, sticking her tongue out at Ladybug. “Maybe I’ll give him the good photo spread this time.”

“You know I’m fine with that!” said Ladybug, as she retrieved a red-and-black-spotted Slap-Chop™ from where it had appeared mid air. “But could you please take cover or something? This Stormy Weather is even worse than the last one.”

“Remains to be seen,” said Chat Noir. “And I believe that she was quite adamant that we call her Stormy Weather 3: Tokyo Drift.” 

“I’m not doing that,” said Ladybug, squinting and glancing around the battlefield. “Chat, get those two civilians out of the way somewhere - like maybe that romantic, candle-lit restaurant, or something.”

Nino was pretty sure he was the only one who noticed her wink at him.

--- 

“Oh hell yes,” said Alya, snapping away as Ladybug saved Nino’s adorable skin from a lightning blast. Flipping back through her camera roll with the dexterity of long practice, she found a few snaps that were particularly satisfying - Nino looking both cute and startled witless, and Ladybug looking (as always) resplendent. “Thanks, Ladybug! That was an amazing tableau.” 

“For the last time, I do not save people in front of you just so you can get good action shots!” said Ladybug, doing exactly that. “This is a coincidence, just like every previous time!” Saying that, she executed some of her traditional superpowered acrobatics, deftly avoiding damages and strikes - and they were all captured by sequential snaps of Alya’s shutter. 

“Absolutely, my Lady,” said Chat Noir. “But it’s still a nice sentiment, no?” With a deft flick of his baton, he transferred an iceberg from dead ahead, to slightly to the side, where it landed (completely safely) on an unoccupied city bus. There was always an unoccupied city bus when you needed it; one of the nicest things about Paris. A city bus getting crushed was so banal that Alya ignored it entirely, choosing instead to snap a few shots of Ladybug’s lucky charm; it looked like it was a red-and-black-spotted Slap-Chop™. “Sure, why not,” said Ladybug under her breath, just within Alya’s range to hear.

Alya smirked, because it was time to be a little bit insufferable at her favorite hero.

“See, now that is a superhero who knows how to appreciate my talents,” said Alya, gesturing at Chat Noir and snapping a few glamour shots of him. The feline fella was surprisingly good at working the camera, almost enough to make one wonder… Nah, nevermind, probably no need to make any connections about that fact. “Maybe I’ll give him the good photo spread this time.”

“You know I’m fine with that!” said Ladybug, puzzling over her lucky charm. “But could you please take cover or something? This Stormy Weather is even worse than the last one.” Still furrowing her brow, she lightly kicked a spare minivan into the path of a narrowly-focused hailstorm, protecting Nino almost on autopilot.

“Remains to be seen,” said Chat Noir. With a shrug, he extended his baton, moving to intercept the akuma victim’s next attack. “And I believe that she was quite adamant that we call her Stormy Weather 3: Tokyo Drift.” 

“I’m not doing that,” said Ladybug. “Chat, get those two civilians out of the way somewhere - like maybe that romantic, candle-lit restaurant, or something.” In an instant, Chat gave her a little salute, and turned to swoop Nino and Alya up with his staff, hefting it onto his shoulders with what was probably a small purr of effort. At a brisk jog, he hoofed them in the opposite direction of the villain, giving them both a smile.

Alya was pretty sure she was the only one who noticed him wink at her.

--- 

It had taken a little getting used to, but Nino’s favorite dates with Alya were always the ones where they got interrupted by an akuma attack, and often relocated by Paris’ preeminent superheroes. Something about the combination of danger, romance, sheltering-in-place turning into cuddling-in-place, or similar factors just really brought everything together to an ideal evening of intimacy.

Maybe it was an aftershock of their early relationship, when they’d gotten together after Ladybug had hurled them into a panther enclosure. 

… Or the time Chat Noir had secreted them away in the cool (and not creepy) part of the Paris catacombs, while Grim Brulee menaced the city.

… Or when they’d been sequestered in Gustave Eiffel’s office at the top of his titular tower, delivered on a magical yo-yo zipline, as the Arch Architect rearranged the Paris skyline.

… Or perhaps even the time they’d gotten deposited on top of Oscar Wilde’s tomb for some reason, during the second Stormy Weather attack - better known to Parisians as the terror of 2 Stormy 2 Weather.

Regardless, every time Ladybug or Chat Noir spirited them out of harm’s way and into a safe (if not always romantic in the strictest sense) locale, their time together there was always excellent. Whether it was an actual restaurant, or a great view, or a spooky ambiance, they were some of his favorite moments with Alya. She even stopped talking about Ladybug and Chat Noir, eventually! Usually. 

So, it didn’t take Nino long to come up with a proposal. 

---

Exactly as they’d planned, Chat Noir sent Alya sliding down the Chat-baton and directly into the well-cushioned seat of the bistro. A waiter - no stranger to akuma attacks mid-service - was already placing a menu in front of her before she’d had a chance to smooth out her blouse, and Nino had already ordered appetizers and was going to town on a breadstick. 

Akumas had ceased being a meaningful threat to Parisians years ago, after all. Hawk Moth had clearly lost a bit of his zing, if the three hundred and eighty consecutive Mr. Pigeon attacks indicated anything… anything more than Mr. Ramier’s consistent disregard of public park rules, or Officer Roger’s stick-up-the-assedness, at least.

“Well, this place seems pretty safe,” said Alya, holding back a smirk. “And it looks like LB and CN are directing the akuma to other parts of the city.” Next to her, a silvery baton thunked down onto the table, having extended from dozens of meters away. Her purse slid down it, and she grabbed it without looking. “Thank you!” she said over her shoulder. 

“You’re welcome, anonymous citizen I don’t know!” said someone in the distance, who may or may not have been a superhero, as she checked her purse for some odd or end.

She turned to her boyfriend with a sneaky little smile. “Wowie. We barely made it out of there alive. What a lucky break, right Nino?”

“Yeah, totally, girlfriend-dude, and it’s also super coincidental, is what I think. Anyways I hear the scallops are like, totally dope here.” He put down his menu and looked at her, very seriously. “We’d better take some time to relax and unwind after that totally jarring experience. Dang, I guess we better probably have dinner as a part of that huh.”

“Right you are,” said Alya. “I’m practically quivering in my heels. And I think I will try the scallops, thank you for the suggestion.” 

The mark of a very lovely date can often be that few details stick in your mind, but that the feeling of the entire night is unquestionably thrilling. As Alya discovered that the scallops were, indeed, totally dope, and as Nino sampled a wide array of crudites, the specifics blended and blurred, and became the comfortable warmth of a very lovely evening, with very lovely company, in a very lovely relationship. And thanks to the superheroes saving Paris on the other side of town, there was nary an interruption. 

---

Three hours later, a trenchcoated Nino met a similarly-attired, and nominally anonymous individual, in a darkened alley, guarding a slightly-steaming paper box. 

“I hope you found our arrangement… satisfactory. Do you have the payment?” asked the mysterious figure, from beneath their mysterious noir fedora and popped trenchcoat collar. A pair of blue-black pigtails poked out the back, where hat and coat met, and as the mysterious figure reached out an eager hand towards Nino, a slice of moonlight through a gap in the clouds illuminated red gloves, with black spots. 

Nothing notable about that.

“Yeah, Lady-dude, no problem,” said Nino, as nonchalantly as possible. “I mean, uh, no problem, anonymous stranger.”

“What is it this time?”

“Fritters. There are some plain ones, but the ones without the holes have apple in ‘em. Hope they turned out well, dude. And like, excellent work as always.” He winked, placing the box in the mysterious figure’s hand. 

Said figure leaned over, giving the box a good sniff, revealing a bit more mask in the light of the moon. She inhaled deeply, savored, and sighed. Fritters - apple especially - were one of her favorites. Nothing wrong with a little fried dough.

“Same deal next time?” asked the mysterious and anonymous figure in a red-with-black-spots superhero suit and pigtails, tucking the box under her arm and pulling her yo-yo out of the trenchcoat’s pocket. “Where were you thinking?”

“Oh yeah totally, tonight was super great. Could you maybe, uh, shepard us into the 8:00 showing of Rhinoceros at Theatre Montparnasse, on Saturday? And… make it look like a coincidence.”

“Of course. I’m a professional, after all. Me and my… associate… will see to it that you are able to safely take cover, and get entertained by a little theater of the absurd while you’re at it, no problem.” She reached out her hand, taking Nino’s and giving it a firm shake. “The pact is sealed.”

“It’s still hilarious that you always say that, dude,” said Nino, watching his not-so-mysterious contact yo-yo away across the rooftops of Paris. 

---

Across the city - exactly one alleyway across, to be precise - Alya was hurrying away from her dead drop spot where she’d left the parcel, in its insulated wrapping. Moments later, and even more nonchalantly, a nondescript figure in horn-rimmed glasses with a fake nose and mustache attached retrieved the innocuous package, holding it under a completely unremarkable arm that may or may not have been wearing magical superhero leather. 

The completely mundane figure adjusted his cat ears under the completely mundane beret he was wearing, and took a seat on a local park bench.

Which just so happened to be placed back-to-back up against another park bench that Alya happened to be sitting on, nonchalantly reading a newspaper.

“Did you… find what you were looking for?” she said, speaking to the empty park rather than the person on the bench behind her and to the left.

“I did,” said the mysterious figure, flipping out his own newspaper and pretending to read it. “I take it my performance tonight met all of your expectations?” He raised an eyebrow - Alya could practically hear it in the tone of his voice.

“Eminently so,” said Alya. “Same deal for next time?”

The figure nodded, then remembered that the person he was conversing with wasn’t looking in his direction. “Certainly. My… sources… suggest a theatrical engagement next Saturday. After the play, well… I’m open to suggestions.”

Alya tapped her chin in thought.

“See to it that we have an uninterrupted path from the theater to that new cafe where you get to hang out with owls. I trust you’ll find this satisfactory,” she said, casually dropping a slip of paper onto the bench seat behind her. Just as casually, the mysterious figure retrieved it, examined it, and nodded because of it.

“The arrangement continues.”

“This conversation never happened.”

With nothing further spoken, they went their separate ways, one completely normal blogger and one completely unremarkable man with cat ears in black leather launching into the night off of a silver baton.

---

“Think we should tell them?”

“Ever? Sure. Soon? Nah,” said Chat Noir, twirling another one of Nino’s fritters around his finger. It was his fifth, but calories don’t count when you’re superheroing. “I think this is one of those ‘leave it all ambiguous’ kinda things. If we don’t say anything, they can always pretend it’s a coincidence.”

“Mmi guepmhs you’re rmphght,” said Ladybug, agreeing around a mouthful of guava sorbet - Alya’s bribe for tonight’s shuttle service. She swallowed and made a contented sound. “Do you think we’re playing it up a little too much? I’m worried they might catch on.”

“Also nah,” said Chat Noir. “It’s going to be much funnier when they realize they’ve both been patting themselves on the back for setting up their little dates.”

“Can’t argue with that,” said Ladybug. “Though I do feel a tiny bit guilty that we’re playing both sides here.”

“Just a tiny bit?”

“... Maybe a teensy tiny bit,” she said after another spoon of sorbet. “They’d probably still make treats for us even if they knew, right?”

“Ah, the sweet mysteries of love.” Chat Noir reclined back against the rooftop with a sigh. “Anyways, what did he promise you for next date night?”

“Chebaika. It’s a fried dough thing with honey and sesame seeds, and it’s apparently really good. What did Alya say she’d get you?”

“Coconut blancmange, with passionfruit and mango. She showed me a picture, and it looked incredible.”

They licked their lips and imagined, for a moment. Then, they looked at each other, thoughts synchronized as tightly as during any akuma fight.

“... You’re gonna share, right?” 

#miraculous ladybug #djwifi #mlsecretsanta #supergirl9130 #ao3 #fanfiction

[accioromione]

Book Analysis.....Relationship development (Ron + Hermione)

We’ll start from book 1 of course 

“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”

She sat down. Ron looked taken aback. “Er — all right.” He cleared his throat.

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”

He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep. “Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course.”

So this obviously isn’t a love at first sight type of thing (which it shouldn’t be...they’re only 11). And she’s a little arrogant ....

“All right – I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffly voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?” - Chapter 6, U.S. 110

It’s interesting to see how this develops because this introduction serves to introduce a character who comes across as bratty and annoying 

Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck.

“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill. “You’re saying it wrong.” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.” - Chapter 10, U.S. 171

In a literary perspective I absolutely love how this starts off. Ron and Harry kind of immediately connect..they’re both likeable...But with Hermione it’s like so unexpected that they would even become friends...

“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could have been all killed — or worse, expelled.” 

So yeah we get an idea as Hermione being this annoying character who’s basically getting in the way of Harry and Rons fun ..but then the troll part comes along... 

“If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived." Harry and Ron tried to look as though this story wasn't news to them. "Well- in that case..." said Professor McGonagall, staring at the three of them, "Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?" Hermione hung her head. Harry was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets. "Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," said Professor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses." Hermione left. Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and Ron. "Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go." They hurried out of the chamber and didn't speak at all until they had climbed two floors up. It was a relief to be away from the smell of the troll, quite apart from anything else. "We should have gotten more than ten points," Ron grumbled. "Five, you mean, once she's taken off Hermione's." "Good of her to get us out of trouble like that," Ron admitted. "Mind you, we did save her." "She might not have needed saving if we hadn't locked the thing in with her," Harry reminded him. They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Pig snout," they said and entered. The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up. Hermione, however, stood alone by the door, waiting for them. There was a very embarrassed pause. Then, none of them looking at each other, they all said "Thanks," and hurried off to get plates. But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

And then she nags them about the adventures but we see the growth when she goes with them to get the stone ... so yeah they become friends and that’s that...

and of course 

Hermione: "Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare … what did Professor Sprout say? — it likes the dark and the damp —"Harry: "So light a fire!"Hermione: "Yes — of course — but there’s no wood!"Ron: "HAVE YOU GONE MAD? ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?"

Basically showing how all of them were necessary and played a part in saving the day, also a ditzy Hermione moment with Ron stepping up..I really like it... because it shows that on an intellectual level they can converse and debate well as well as take each-other seriously

Now onto chamber of secrets 

Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him. Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!”, and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulling out his wand, yelling, “You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!” and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at Malfoy’s face. A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron’s wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass. “Ron! Ron! Are you all right?” squealed Hermione. Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap. -Chapter 7, U.S. 112-113

So they’re officially friends and Ron is obviously now protective of Hermione ...This is not out of character for him as we see just how quick Ron is to stand up for people close to him..He is Gryffindor after all 

I - don’t - like - spiders,” said Ron tensely. “I never knew that,” said Hermione, looking at Ron in surprise. “You’ve used spiders in Potions loads of times…” “I don’t mind them dead,” said Ron, who was carefully looking anywhere but at the window. “I just don’t like the way they move…” Hermione giggled. “It’s not funny,” said Ron, fiercely. “If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned my - my teddy bear into a great big filthy spider because I broke his toy broomstick…. You wouldn’t like them either if you’d been holding your bear and suddenly it had too many legs and…” He broke off, shuddering. Hermione was obviously still trying not to laugh. - Chapter 9, U.S. 154

More friendship...the audience now gets see a more relaxed side of Hermione now ...Philosophers stone we saw this very serious- and by the rules Hermione up until she meets Harry and Ron...their influence on her has already peaked its way...and has made her character develop..so now she can take part in light hearted conversations instead of just being someone who uses her wit to help advance in the plot 

And now we have Ron saying stuff like 

“That’s what Hermione does. When in doubt, go to the library.” 

I really like this quote because it shows just how close they’ve become as friends..like yep thats Hermione..I know her well so like this is her typical behaviour 

Now we see something taking a little turn.... 

Harry: "What’ve we got this afternoon?"Hermione: "Defense Against the Dark Arts."Ron: "Why have you outlined all Lockhart’s lessons in little hearts?"―Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley

So after this it's a good thing to note that it really is ALWAYS Ron to point out things with Hermione..never Harry ...and he mentions Lockhart a lot... 

“What’s that?” asked Harry, pointing to something gold sticking out from under Hermione’s pillow. “‘Just a Get Well card,” said Hermione hastily, trying to poke it out of sight, but Ron was too quick for her. He pulled it out, flicked it open and read aloud: ‘To Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly’s Most-Charming-Smile Award.’ Ron looked up at Hermione, disgusted. “You sleep with this under your pillow?”

So Ron is clearly paying more attention / cares more than Harry does and whatnot 

"Bet you five Galleons the next Mudblood dies. Pity it wasn't Granger-" The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Malfoy's last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy went unnoticed. "Let me at him," Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. "I don't care, I don't need my wand, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands-"

So we see that Ron is VERY defensive over Hermione ....it was not Harry to leap up...or Dean..or anyone else..it was Ron 

Harry scrawled to Ron: Let's do it tonight. Ron read the message, swallowed hard, and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermione. The sight seemed to stiffen his resolve, and he nodded. "Tonight, we will be able to revive those people who have been petrified.." There was an explosion of cheering... Ron was looking happier than he'd looked in days. "Wonder if she did see the attacker, though?" said Ron, looking sadly at Hermione's rigid face. "You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She's just giving out Mandrake juice - I daresay the basilisk's victims will be waking up at any moment." "So Hermione's okay!" said Ron brightly.

So all of these clearly show that Ron clearly has a soft spot for Hermione...you can argue that this is not romantic (some speculate it is) but no one can argue that he clearly deeply cares about Hermione

Now we have POA...(ENTERING TEENS UH-OH)

Mum and dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present." "How about a nice book?" said Ron innocently.

Playful banter...I think the teasing is cute and its moments like these that are crucial in their developing crushes .. I think Ron used to find Hermione’s know-it-allness annoying but then after meeting her and seeing that she’s basically a dork....finds it endearing...basically growing up with Percy he thought well Hermione is a freaking Percy know it all...but then after spending time with her he realized she really is just a loser who genuinely enjoys reading and isn’t doing it for status or to look down at other people....a

[incident with Malfoy insulting Hagrid followed by Hermione slapping him] "Hermione!" said Ron again, sounding both stunned and impressed. "We're due in charms," said Ron, still goggling at Hermione

I think this was a huge moment that made Ron start to like Hermione...he see  her brave, bad ass and passionate side...Someone like Ron...who is Gryffindor through and through really likes that side of her ....and it further shows the character development we see from Hermione

"Hermione, I don't know what's gotten into you lately!" said Ron, astounded. "First you hit Malfoy, then you walk out on Professor Trelawny-" Hermione looked rather flattered. So yeah here we have the developing crush... 

Seconds later, Hermione slithered down beside him. "Where's Ron?" she whispered in a terrified voice.

So it’s obvious that they care a lot about eachother.. originally we saw Ron care about Hermione (because she was the victim in COS, but now we see it’s not one sided) 

“Hermione,” said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, “they’ve messed up your schedule. Look - they’ve got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn’t enough time.” “I’ll manage. I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.” “But look,” said Ron, laughing, “see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And” - Ron leaned closer to her schedule, disbelieving - “look - underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you’re good, Hermione, but no one’s that good. How’re you supposed to be in three classes at once?” “Don’t be silly,” said Hermione shortly. “Of course I won’t be in three classes at once.” “Well, then -” “Pass the marmalade,” said Hermione. “But -” “Oh, Ron, what’s it to you if my schedule’s a bit full?” Hermione snapped. “I told you, I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.”-Chapter 6, U.S. 98

This is nothing new, so as you see 

Ron’s always the one to notice Hermione’s things..be that Lockhart..her schedule...her writing to Viktor..her being in a mood...her going missing..he’s always the one who’s giving the dialogue about Hermione....so it shows they have a special kind of connection... 

"Honestly, am I the only person who's ever bothered to read Hogwarts, a History?" said Hermione crossly to Harry and Ron. "Probably," said Ron. "Why?"

Moments like these continuing to playful banter between them

"If Snape's teaching Defense against the Dark Arts again I'm skiving off," said Ron as they headed towards Lupin's classroom after lunch. "Check who's in there, Hermione." Hermione peered around the classroom door. "It's okay!" Professor Lupin was back at work.

Love this because it shows how Hermione was like going to skip with Ron lol...I think it’s because he got detention last time for defending him or else she would not have let it slide 

A shower of brilliantly colored sweets fell into Harry’s lap. It was dusk, and Ron and Hermione had just turned up in the common room, pink-faced from the cold wind and looking as though they’d had the time of their lives. -Chapter 8, U.S. 157

So now we witness that Harry is not a key in them being able to be together..and Ron and Hermione alone are able to have a good time as they are genuine friends 

and then of course we have when scammers goes missing..

"Well, look at it logically," said Hermione, turning to the rest of the group. "I mean, Binky didn't even die today, did he? Lavender just got the news today -" Lavender wailed loudly. "- and she can't have been dreading it, because it's come as a real shock -" "Don't mind Hermione, Lavender," said Ron loudly, "she doesn't think other people's pets matter very much."- Chapter 8, U.S. 149

this is important...Hermione ..although has had character growth..is still Hermione Granger..a very logical..by the book person...if you go on further in the books you notice that Hermione..although kind..and caring..and meaning well...tends to not offer much emotional support to people when she thinks of logical answers...not just to Ron but see in this case Lavender..she does it to Hagrid..and to Harry .. I think this is one of her character flaws because well imagine you’re upset about something and really just want someone to be like ‘hey yeah you’re right this sucks’ instead you get ‘well....’ and and logical explanation ..she admits this back in book 1- books and cleverness.....Ron is actually a lot better than her in this sense.

Anyway..." She glanced over at Ron too. "He doesn't want me to join in." There was no arguing with this, as Ron chose that moment to say loudly, "If Scabbers hadn't been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them -" Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or doing anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls' dormitories and out of sight. "Can't you give her a break?" Harry asked Ron quietly. "No," said Ron flatly. ""If she just acted like she was sorry - but she'll never admit she's wrong, Hermione. She's still acting like Scabbers has gone on vacation or something."-Chapter 13, U.S. 264

I feel like Ron never got enough credit for being as patient and chill as he was. We know Ron can be hot tempered when it comes to defending his friends..but when it actually comes to his friends he is very forgiving and easy going. I just want to point out that in this same book, Harry refused to talk to Hermione the second he found out she got his broom confiscated. Ron on the other hand, was still talking to Hermione even when he thought scabbers was eaten only until she refused to apologize..at that moment I think Ron was frustrated with her lack of empathy..and in a way I think it was to teach her a lesson....here we even see him admitting to Harry that he just wanted her to admit she was wrong or just act sorry... Hermione...instead of thinking of a possibility that she might be wrong just begins to cry...so I also think moments like these are important because it contributes to Hermione’s character growth and shows how Ron.. as her friend..

Malfoy's dad frightened the Committee into it," said Hermione, wiping her eyes. "You know what he's like. They're a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There'll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can't see any hope... Nothing will have changed."

"Yeah, it will," said Ron fiercely. "You won't have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I'll help." "Oh, Ron!" Hermione flung her arms around Ron's neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away. "Ron, I'm really, really sorry about Scabbers...," she sobbed. "Oh - well - he was old," said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. "And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now." -Chapter 15, U.S. 292

So now we have Ron..who has put his own feelings aside to help for the greater good. A lot of people tend to talk about Ron being ‘immature’ I actually argue that no one in the trio is immature. A character I would consider immature would be a character like Peeves ..when it comes to Harry Potter characters a lot of them are mature ...and the most mature in my opinion are the trio...we always see them knowing when to be serious/ or put other matter asides when they are put in situations ..I actually feel sorry for them in the sense that I don’t think they ever truly got to be kids..But anyways this greatly shows how mature Ron is capable of being...He realizes that Hagrid is much more important than his fight with Hermione..and when Hermione finally apologizes he’s not only quick to forgive...but he tries to console her in a way that says ‘oh its not a big deal’ when we know he did truly care for the Rat. At a maturity level I actually say that Ron and Hermione are equally as mature...

ok so lets move on... 

"Granger, they're after Muggles," said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are." "You watch your mouth!" shouted Ron. Everybody present knew that "Mudblood" was a very offensive term for a witch or wizard of Muggle parentage. "Never mind, Ron," said Hermione quickly, seizing Ron's arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy.- Chapter 9, U.S. 122

So more proof that Ron’s care for Hermione is only growing with time 

“… Dad could’ve got a promotion any time… he just likes it where he is…” “Of course he does,” said Hermone quietly. “Don’t let Malfoy get to you, Ron-” -Chapter 11, U.S. 169

So we see some character development here..and Ron is a huge factor for this...seeing back in POA after the whole ordeal...Hermione did not have much of a sensitive side..but here we see a more emotionally mature Hermione 

"You're eating again, I notice," said Ron, watching Hermione adding liberal amounts of jam to her toast too. "I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights," said Hermione haughtily. "Yeah... and you were hungry," said Ron, grinning.- Chapter 13, U.S. 194

It is endearing that Ron was concerned about her not eating...and again he is always the one to pay attention to what Hermione is doing.this is playful and he’s grinning because we have an instant where Hermione is not going along with what she originally planned...admitting she was wrong in her attempts...and also because he’s relieved to see her eating...also character growth...Hermione admits (although hautingly) that her original attempt was wrong...and this is GOOD for her....I think it’s also a moment like this that Ron likes to see ...and contributes to his growing like for Hermione 

"That idiot, Hogwarts champion?" said Ron as they pushed their way through the chattering crowd toward the staircase. "He's not an idiot. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch," said Hermione. "I've heard he's a really good student - and he's a prefect." She spoke as though this settled the matter. "You only like him because he's handsome," said Ron scathingly. "Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" said Hermione indignantly Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!" -Chapter 15, U.S. 236

So we start to see Ron become a bit jealous...I also think Ron is so surprised that Hermione can be stereotypically girly because it’s just not the Hermione he is used to seeing...but this makes him realize that well..she is in fact a girl.... and that he ..who already cares about her..and finds her endearing...realizes that she is not just another Harry to him 

Jets of light shot from both wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles - Harry's hit Goyle in the face, and Malfoy's hit Hermione. Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up - Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth.

"Hermione!" Ron had hurried forward to see what was wrong with her; Harry turned and saw Ron dragging Hermione's hand away from her face. It wasn't a pretty sight. Hermione's front teeth - already larger than average - were now growing at an alarming rate; she was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongated, past her bottom lip, toward her chin - panic-stricken, she felt them and let out a terrified cry. -Chapter 18, U.S. 299

Ron is the one to go check on Hermione.. and this is always the case 

Hermione, however, leaned against the Owlery wall, folded her arms, and frowned at Ron. "Harry's got a long way to go before he finishes this tournament," she said seriously. "If that was the first task, I hate to think what's coming next." "Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you?" said Ron. -Chapter 21, U.S. 364

Very cute.....and we see just how playful their friendship can be 

"All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?" said Hermione, loftily. "Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now, isn't she? Well, I'm sure you'll find someone somewhere who'll have you."

But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light. "Hermione, Neville's right - you are a girl..." "Oh well spotted," she said acidly. "Well - can't you come with one of us?" "No, I can't," snapped Hermione. "Oh come on," he said impatiently, "we need partners, we're going to look really stupid if we haven't got any, everyone else has..." "I can't come with you," said Hermione, now blushing, "because I'm already going with someone." "No, you're not!" said Ron. "You just said that to get rid of Neville!" "Oh did I?" said Hermione, and her eyes flashed dangerously. "Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else spotted I'm a girl!" Ron stared at her. Then he grinned again. "Okay, okay, we know you're a girl," he said. "That do? Will you come now?" "I've already told you!" Hermione said very angrily. "I'm going with someone else!" And she stormed off toward the girls' dormitories again. "She's lying," said Ron flatly, watching her go. -Chapter 22, U.S. 400

Here we have something I think is skipped over a lot. Everyone thinks that this is basically Ron insulting Hermione...but pay attention because Ron is basically admitting he thinks Hermione is an attractive girl. This whole ordeal is because he wanted to take out a good looking girl..so when he realizes Hermione is right there. He’s okay with Hermione going with either Harry or him because she’s good looking in his eyes. (you can find people good looking and not be in love with them right away) ...when Ron says ‘you’re not actually going with someone’ of course Hermione takes offence - but I think he didn't mean it in a way thats like ‘youre not good looking enough’ but more a ‘you’re Hermione and you dont focus on these things’ but Hermione ...who is indeed a girl...takes it personal...

"Hermione - who are you going to the ball with?" said Ron. He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione merely frowned and said, "I'm not telling you, you'll just make fun of me."-Chapter 23, U.S. 404

So now we see Ron is very interested with who Hermione is going with..this is PERFECT 14 year old behaviour ...Ron realizing that Hermione is ATTRACTIVE to other guys..and isnt just their friend.. makes him see her in a whole new light ..this is basically the moment you can be confident that Harry and Ron see Hermione in different ways...at this moment Harry is already attracted to another girl who is going to the ball with someone else..and does not seem to mind that Hermione is going with someone else...this shows that Harry really just see’s Hermione in a platonic matter...for Harry..going with Hermione would have meant he just had someone...but it doesnt bother him that she’s going with someone else..Ron on the other hand is clearly bothered with this fact 

"Hermione," said Ron, looking sideways at her, suddenly frowning, "your teeth..." "What about them?" she said. "Well, they're different... I've just noticed..." "Of course they are - did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me?" "No, I mean, they're different to how they were before he put that hex on you... They're all... straight and - and normal-sized." Hermione suddenly smiled very mischievously, and Harry noticed it too: It was a very different smile from the one he remembered. -Chapter 23, U.S. 405

Ron..again..the first to notice things about her...Hermione has now become even more attractive ..This + the fact that she is another guys interest is making Ron be well...attracted to her... 

Hermione chose to watch Harry and the Weasleys' snowball fight rather than join in, and at five o'clock said she was going back upstairs to get ready for the ball.

"What, you need three hours?" said Ron, looking at her incredulously and paying for his lapse in concentration when a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. "Who're you going with?" he yelled after Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle. -Chapter 23, U.S. 411

He has not given up asking..

"Padma's going to meet you in the entrance hall," she added to Ron. "Right," said Ron, looking around. "Where's Hermione?" -Chapter 23, U.S. 412

So according to Dean..Padma and Parvarti are pretty girls..but Harry (who is fixated on Cho) does not focus on this..and Ron..well we see now the girl who’s caught his eye...and it’s so evidently Hermione ..if it weren't for that...I think Harry and Ron would have had no problem with Padma and Parvarti going with them..but them liking two other people makes them sulky that they’re not going with who they really would like to go with.. .

Where is Hermione?" he said again. -Chapter 23, U.S. 413

So we see where Ron’s focus is..this is where I can say that Ron..100% has a crush on Hermione 

Ron was watching Hermione pass with narrowed eyes. -Chapter 23, U.S. 415

"How's it going?" Harry asked Ron, sitting down and opening a bottle of butterbeer. Ron didn't answer. He was glaring at Hermione and Krum, who were dancing nearby. -Chapter 23, U.S. 420

The jealousy is evident here...here we have Hermione..looking the prettiest she’s ever looked...along with a Ron who clearly likes her now...and he’s mad..he’s mad that it’s not him dancing with her...not only is it not him...but its Viktor Krum..one of his favourite quidditch players. Now some character analysis..Ron is insecure in himself and his abilities ..all his brothers..Harry Potter as his best friend... and Hermione well...he was always close with her...always saw her as someone who well...didn’t compare him to others..Hermione was a friend he had that he didn’t feel like for once in his life he had to prove himself too..yet here she is...looking pretty...and going to a dance with a famous quidditch player...he has to COMPETE once again...his confidence is once again shattered.. 

Hermione came over and sat down in Parvati's empty chair. She was a bit pink in the face from dancing. "Hi," said Harry. Ron didn't say anything. "It's hot, isn't it?" said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. Viktor's just gone to get some drinks." Ron gave her a withering look. "Viktor?" he said. "Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?" Hermione looked at him in surprise. "What's up with you?" she said. "If you don't know," said Ron scathingly, "I'm not going to tell you." Hermione stared at him, then at Harry, who shrugged. "Ron, what -?" "He's from Durmstrang!" spat Ron. "He's competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! You - you're -" Ron was obviously casting around for words strong enough to describe Hermione's crime. "fraternizing with the enemy, that's what you're doing!" Hermione's mouth fell open. "Don't be so stupid!" she said after a moment. "The enemy! Honestly - who was the one who was all excited when they saw him arrive? Who was the one who wanted his autograph? Who's got the model of him up in their dormitory?" Ron chose to ignore this. "I s'pose he asked you to come with him while you were both in the library?" "Yes, he did," said Hermione, the pink patches on her cheeks glowing more brightly. "So what?" "What happened - trying to get him to join spew, were you?" "No, I wasn't! If you really want to know, he - he said he'd been coming up to the library every day to try and talk to me, but he hadn't been able to pluck up the courage!" Hermione said this very quickly, and blushed so deeply that she was the same color as Parvati's robes. "Yeah, well - that's his story," said Ron nastily. "And what's that supposed to mean?" "Obvious, isn't it? He's Karkaroff's student, isn't he? He knows who you hang around with... He's just trying to get closer to Harry - get inside information on him - or get near enough to jinx him -" Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered. "For your information, he hasn't asked me one single thing about Harry, not one -" Ron changed tack at the speed of light. "Then he's hoping you'll help him find out what his egg means! I suppose you've been putting your heads together during those cozy little library sessions -" "I'd never help him work out that egg!" said Hermione, looking outraged. "Never. How could you say something like that - I want Harry to win the tournament, Harry knows that, don't you, Harry?" "You've got a funny way of showing it," sneered Ron. "The whole tournament's supposed to be about getting to know foreign wizards and making friends with them!" said Hermione hotly. "No it isn't!" shouted Ron. "It's about winning!" People were starting to stare at them. "Ron," said Harry quietly, "I haven't got a problem with Hermione coming with Krum -" But Ron ignored Harry too. "Why don't you go and find Vicky, he'll be wondering where you are," said Ron. "Don't call him Vicky!" Hermione jumped to her feet and stormed off across the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd. Ron watched her go with a mixture of anger and satisfaction on his face. -Chapter 23, U.S. 421

So I think this is more so Ron trying to make himself feel better...stages of grief..denial..he’s trying to convince himself that the only reason Viktor is with her is to get through Harry...because accepting that he yet again is not good enough is beginning to damage him... 

"Vare is Herm-own-ninny?" said a voice. Krum had just arrived at their table clutching two butterbeers. "No idea," said Ron mulishly, looking up at him. "Lost her, have you?" -Chapter 23, U.S. 423

So we know that 100% Ron is jealous here. 

He climbed into the common room and found Ron and Hermione having a blazing row. Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger. "Oh yeah?" Ron yelled back. "What's what?" "Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!" Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls' staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry. "Well," he sputtered, looking thunderstruck, "well - that just proves - completely missed the point -" Harry didn't say anything. He liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now - but he somehow thought that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had. -Chapter 23, U.S. 432

So here we have Hermione admitting that she does like Ron basically to the audience...and now she’s telling him..you take me for granted...yeah other guys find me interesting..other guys find me pretty... so you know what you could have she’s basically like ‘I am that bitch..so appreciate me’ I like this part of Hermione because I think it stemmed from her being offended that Ron thought she lied about being asked to the ball...which she obviously did not take as a ‘you’re Hermione you dont do these things’ and more as a ‘guys would not be interested in you’ and Ron is ..well...he doesnt know how to react because he has seen exactly that....he’s seen that she is not a last resort..and that guys actively seek her and that she is well..in fact..a catch for many guys..and she has basically just told him...you want me? you gotta work for me.. 

Ron and Hermione seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement not to discuss their argument. They were being quite friendly to each other, though oddly formal. -Chapter 24, U.S. 433

So Ron has realized he LIKE likes Hermione..and now he doesn't know what to do...Hermione basically let it slip out that she likes Ron too...and she also doesnt know what to do...so being friends...they decide to do what I think is very reflective of what two close friends would do if they realize they liked eachother.. they try to avoid it...but show tension in the process 

 "It's a lot colder where he comes from," said Hermione. "I supposed it feels quite warm to him." "Yeah, but there's still the giant squid," said Ron. He didn't sound anxious - if anything, he sounded hopeful. Hermione noticed his tone of voice and frowned. "He's really nice, you know," she said. "He's not at all like you'd think, coming from Durmstrang. He likes it much better here, he told me." Ron said nothing. He hadn't mentioned Viktor Krum since the ball, but Harry found a miniature arm under his bed on Boxing Day, which had looked very much as though it had been snapped off a small model figure wearing Bulgarian Quidditch robes. -Chapter 24, U.S. 444

So Hermione is revealing that she doesnt think Viktor is a bad guy..I think this is one of those things where she knows she doesnt truly like Viktor like that ..but he is the first guy to kind of just be romantically interested in her..and he IS a good guy...and Ron of course is furious..because now he knows he likes Hermione...and he’s known her first...and yet here she is..entertaining another guy...another guy who is ‘better’ than him 

Fleur bent down, kissed Harry twice on each cheek (he felt his face burn and wouldn't have been surprised if steam was coming out of his ears again), then said to Ron, "And you too - you 'elped -" "Yeah," said Ron, looking extremely hopeful, "yeah, a bit -" Fleur swooped down on him too and kissed him, Hermione looked simply furious [...] -Chapter 26, U.S. 506

This is so accurate..many people are like why is she mad when she's with Viktor..well because..in real life that’s what happens...jealousy is often the reason you realize you truly do like one person and that person only..have you ever been in the ‘talking stage’ with someone ..find out they're talking to other people and get mad? even though YOU are talking to other people...it’s strange right? well it’s very logical..you can talk to other people because deep down you know your feelings...you know you’re not attached to those other people..but when you see the person you like being with other people..it bothers you because..well you dont know how THEY feel about the other person..and to you it shows that they dont have interest in just you....I say this is 100% true to not only their age but human nature. And is one of the most realistic portrayals of how actual relationships in real life are and how they form.. 

"No, it's just... how did she know Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer?" Hermione blushed scarlet as she said this and determinedly avoided Ron's eyes. "What?" said Ron, dropping his pestle with a loud clunk. "He asked me right after he'd pulled me out of the lake," Hermione muttered. "After he'd got rid of his shark's head, Madam Pomfrey gave us both blankets and then he sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn't hear, and he said, if I wasn't doing anything over the summer, would I like to -" "And what did you say?" said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione. "And he did say he'd never felt the same way about anyone else," Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her, "but how could Rita Skeeter have heard him? She wasn't there... or was she? Maybe she has got an invisibility cloak; maybe she sneaked onto the grounds to watch the second task..." "And what did you say?" Ron repeated, pounding his pestle down so hard that it dented the desk. -Chapter 27, U.S. 514

Ron’s jealousy .....(also...Hermione looks like she is in part- trying to make Ron jealous..which again...is VERY true to how actual girls at this age act...) honestly really good writing...this is VERY 14 year old behaviour... 

We will see each uzzer again, I 'ope," said Fleur as she reached him, holding out her hand. "I am 'oping to get a job 'ere, to improve my Eenglish." "It's very good already," said Ron in a strangled sort of voice. Fleur smiled at him; Hermione scowled. -Chapter 37, U.S. 724

Again..we see that Ron and Hermione are equally interested in eachother.. 

Krum had come to say good-bye to Hermione. "Could I have a vord?" he asked her. "Oh... yes... all right," said Hermione, looking slightly flustered, and following Krum through the crowd and out of sight. "You'd better hurry up!" Ron called loudly after her. "The carriages'll be here in a minute!" He let Harry keep a watch for the carriages, however, and spent the next few minutes craning his neck over the crowd to try and see what Krum and Hermione might be up to. They returned quite soon. Ron stared at Hermione, but her face was quite impassive. -Chapter 37, U.S. 725

And this is the last glimpse we see in book 4.. okay onto book 5... 

 The door banged open. Hermione came tearing into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair flying. There was an envelope in her hand. “Did you - did you get it?” She spotted the badge in Harry’s hand and let out a shriek. “I knew it!” she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. “Me too, Harry, me too!” “No,” said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron’s hand. “It’s Ron, not me.” “It - what?” “Ron’s prefect, no me,” Harry said. “Ron?” said Hermione, her jaw dropping. “But… are you sure? I mean -” She turned red as Ron looked around at her with a defiant expression on his face. “It’s my name on the letter,” he said. “I…” said Hermione, looking thoroughly bewildered. “I… well… wow! Well done, Ron! That’s really -” “Unexpected,” said George, nodding. “No,” said Hermione, blushing harder than ever, “no, it’s not… Ron’s done loads of… he’s really…” -Chapter 9, U.S. 162

So I already outlined how I feel about this..2 things... 1..in the beginning..very Hermione like character (book 1 Hermione would have been like this) Hermione = logic. In this moment she isn't thinking about her own personal feelings for Ron..she’s thinking that it is more LOGICAL that Harry besoms prefect because Ron and Harry do the same in school..but Harry is one of Dumbledore’s favourites..is good at DADA and..has faced more than Ron has... with the triwizard tournament..the Patronus.. the basilisk... and the stone..although Ron did help in every one of those...Harry ..at the end of the day..did face more than both Ron or Hermione herself...so it is more logical that Harry is chosen.. but now realizing its Ron...she’s surprised..because she thought it would have been Harry..but now his brother is saying it in a sense like..Ron isn't prefect worthy..so her direction now points towards Ron..originally she wasn't thinking about what Ron lacked..she was simply thinking about what Harry had...in her mind she wasn't going ‘yes Harry is better than Ron that’s why’ she was just thinking.. ‘Harry is prefect worthy’ ...so now when her direction is pointed towards Ron she starts to think about her own personal feelings about Ron..and why she simply well..likes him...so we see her blushing...people taking it out of context when she can't complete her sentence make it seem like she couldn't think of any good things to say...it was more so she didn’t want to say these things out loud..because they were the reasons why she had a crush on him ...now to Ron...I think this is very important because Ron is usually the one to be like ‘meh yeah I’ll never amount to anything’ but seeing Hermione’s reaction makes him defensive (foreshadowing future events) I actually think him becoming prefect and Hermione’s reaction was a KEY in Ron’s character development..we see ..for the first time..Ron getting defensive about himself..like.. ‘I am not just a nobody’ ...we saw it last book with Hermione to Ron..when she is like ‘see I am a catch- other guys think I’m a catch...’ we see now a Ron who develops a thirst to well..prove himself..show that..just like Hermione did last book..he is a catch... 

"Who're you writing the novel to anyway?" Ron asked Hermione, trying to read the bit of parchment now trailing on the floor. Hermione hitched it up out of sight. "Viktor." "Krum?" "How many other Viktors do we know?" Ron said nothing, but looked disgruntled. -Chapter 21, U.S. 460

We get a bit of GOF seething into OOTP...to highlight that this jealousy is still indeed their and his feelings have not diminished with time 

Harry and Ron both looked at her blankly, and Hermione sighed again. “About You-Know-Who. He said, 'His gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust -’” “How do you remember stuff like that?” asked Ron, looking at her in admiration. “I listen, Ron,” Hermione said with a touch of asperity. -Chapter 12, U.S. 223

So we have book one Hermione..she ..having had her intelligence her whole life...doesn’t realize that other people are not like her.. yes she studies a lot but Hermione is a naturally smart person..and Ron is attracted to it..I think this is AMAZING because a lot of people think that Ron’s insecurities make it so that he wants other people to be lower...but it’s not like that a lot ..he LOVES that Hermione is smart..it’s admirable ...but he himself doesn't like feeling stupid..Hermione’s response is typical book one Hermione..she thinks oh I remember how can’t anyone else? In a way that comes off of rude...instead of blushing and accepting the compliment...but it’s just her character...like even with Krum..instead of finding his accent cute and endearing she lectures him on how he’s not pronouncing her name correctly...but we see a twist here when Ron defends himself...he’s like ‘I listen Hermione...you just have above average intelligence’ ...and now we go forth ..to when Ron becomes keeper...

“Have a butterbeer.” Ron pressed a bottle onto him. “I can’t believe it - where’s Hermione gone?” “She’s there,” said Fred, who was also swigging a butterbeet, and pointed to an armchair by the fire. Hermione was dozing in it, her drink tipping precariously in her hand. “Well, she was pleased when I told her,” said Ron, looking slightly put out. -Chapter 13, U.S. 275

I think him wanting to try out was due to a factor of things...1. him becoming prefect = confidence boost (no he isn’t a nobody he IS capable of doing things..) Hermione's reaction ..wanting to prove that yes IT WAS him who can be a prefect...him getting a new broom...and so forth...there is clearly a thirst to show Hermione that he IS a catch... just like she showed him in book 4. 

“How was practice?” asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room. “It was -” Harry began. “Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt. -Chapter 14, U.S. 294

So we see that Hermione has developed an emotional type of maturity...and it is directed at none other than Ron Weasley ...Ron has yet to see this side of her...and he isn't even paying attention..so unfortunately this goes missed by Ron 

“Good luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. “And you, Harry -” Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened. -Chapter 19, U.S. 404

Ron is not used to Hermione showing him affection...however his own nerves has kind of masked his true reaction to this show of affection from Hermione..although they like eachother..we don't really see too much signs of love affection until later on...now this is where their character differences lie..to Hermione ..that must of been a lot..her kissing him on the cheek is like..obviously I am showing you so much affection..But Ron is an insecure being...+ she is still writing to an international quidditch player..Ron likes Hermione and Hermione likes Ron... it is evident here... however Ron does NOT know that Hermione likes him and Hermione has thought that she told Ron she does..

Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. “Because she was crying,” Harry continued heavily. “Oh,” said Ron, his smile fading slightly. “Are you that bad at kissing?” “Dunno,” said Harry, who hadn’t considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. “Maybe I am.” “Of course you’re not,” said Hermione absently, still scribbling away at her letter. “How do you know?” said Ron in a sharp voice. -Chapter 21, U.S. 458

Here we see for the first time..Ron jealous over Hermione and Harry’s relationship....he ..who is friends with her KNOWS he likes her..he is not aware that she likes him.. he WANTS her to like him..hence the thirst to prove himself...but what she’s shown him in terms of love interest so far is Viktor Krum..an international quidditch player..Harry..who is more famous than him...could it be? that she develops feelings for him? he knows that being friends doesnt eliminate developing feelings...because he likes her and she's supposed to be his friend..and could she possibly..have a type? he’s no Harry Potter or Viktor Krum in his eyes .... 

“Thanks for the book, Harry!” she said happily. “I’ve been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages! And that perfume is really unusual, Ron.” “No problem,” said Ron. -Chapter 23, U.S. 503

So this is Ron’s way of trying to rue Hermione Granger in his eyes...he’s trying to MAKE him like her...like I said he is completely unaware that she does

“Harry, you’re worse than Ron… Well, no, you’re not,” she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy. -Chapter 26, U.S. 572

This is basically Hermione telling the audience that in her mind..she has shown Ron she likes him..tbh even if I was Ron I would be confused..because she is Hermione Granger and her affectionate level is not up to par... 

Oh, you’re so naive sometimes, Harry. You really think Umbridge will wait for proof?’ said Hermione, who seemed determined to be in a towering temper, and she swept off towards the girls’ dormitories, banging the door behind her. ‘Such a lovely, sweet-tempered girl,’ said Ron, very quietly, prodding his queen forward to beat up one of Harry’s knights.-Chapter 31, U.S. 716

This is beautiful. Why? Ron knows he likes Hermione...and he knows all her qualities..including Hermione WRATH.So for him to say this in his sarcasm shows how knows how Hermione is and why he basically finds it endearing. 

“What do you think about this?” Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs. Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry’s first dinner at Grimmauld Place. -Chapter 29, U.S. 658

And now we see how their relationship is kind of developing into more than a friendship...even Harry notices it... 

Okay onto half blood prince ... 

Don’t you get used to her if she’s staying in the same house?” Harry asked. “Well, you do,” said Ron, “but if she jumps out at you unexpectedly, like then…” “It’s pathetic,” said Hermione furiously, striding away from Ron as far as she could go and turning to face him her arms folded once she had reached the wall.-Chapter 5, U.S. 93

So we see more Hermione jealousy... her interest for Ron has not left over time.. 

It’s Amortentia!” “It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask,” said Slughorn, who was looking mightily impressed, “but I assume you know what it does?” “It’s the most powerful love potion in the world!” said Hermione. “Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?” “And the steam rising in characteristic spirals,” said Hermione enthusiastically, “and it’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and -” But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence. -Chapter 9, U.S. 185

Revealed to be Ron’s hair..but all the readers have known since book 4..That Hermione does indeed like Ron..and that of course she would smell him.. 

‘I dunno why the team’s this popular all of a sudden.’ ‘Oh, come on, Harry,’ said Hermione, suddenly impatient. ‘It’s not Quidditch that’s popular, it’s you! You’ve never been more interesting and, frankly, never more fanciable.’ Ron gagged on a large piece of kipper. Hermione spared him one look of disdainbefore turning back to Harry.

[…]

‘And you’ve been through all the persecution from the Ministry when they were trying to make out you were unstable and a liar. You can still see the marks where that evil woman made you write with your own blood, but you stuck to your story anyway…’ ‘You can still see where those brains got hold of me in the Ministry, look,’ said Ron, shaking back his sleeves. ‘And it doesn’t hurt that you’ve grown about a foot over the summer, either,’ Hermione finished, ignoring Ron. ‘I’m tall,’ said Ron inconsequentially.

This is the first time we’ve heard Hermione call either one of the boys fancible..and it's targeted at Harry..remember last book when Ron is conflicted..does Hermione have a type? Is it like what Rita says? Famous people and what not...But we have a slightly different Ron..one that wants to prove himself..the reasons she points to Harry being fancible are traits Ron realizes he has... And guess what? I bet you 100 dollars that Lavender was not the only one who had a crush on Ron...I definitely think Harry had ‘admirers’ but I am willing to bet that so did Ron.. Harry would have more..by default..with the triwizard tournament ..now Hermione just ignoring Ron because in her mind she knows she likes Ron so she’s just educating Harry as to why people are trying out..not telling Harry that she is personally attracted to him..which of course Ron doesnt see this way 

What did surprise [Harry] was that when Ron drew level with them, Parvati suddenly nudged Lavender, who looked round and gave Ron a wide smile. Ron blinked at her, then returned the smile uncertainly. His walk instantly became something more like a strut. Harry resisted the temptation to laugh, remembering that Ron had refrained from doing so after Malfoy had broken Harry’s nose. Hermione, however, looked cold and distant all the way down to the stadium through the cool, misty drizzle, and departed to find a place in the stands without wishing Ron luck.

Like I said..a lot of girls probably crushed on Ron..but Ron..who still has no idea Hermione likes him..is surprised by one OUTWARDLY showing interest..and of course Hermione is jealous 

“You did brilliantly, Ron!” This time it really was Hermione running toward them from the stands; Harry saw Lavender walking off the pitch, arm in arm with Parvati, a rather grumpy expression on her face. Ron looked extremely pleased with himself and even taller than usual as he grinned at the team and at Hermione. -Chapter 11, U.S. 226

First time Hermione has complemented Ron...and his grin says everything.. 

“’Slug Club,’” repeated Ron with a sneer worthy of Malfoy. “It’s pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don’t you try hooking up with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen slug-” “We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, who from some reason had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, “and I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it’s that stupid then I won’t bother.” Harry suddenly wished the pod had flown a little farther, so that he need not have been sitting here with the pair of them. Unnoticed by either, he seized the bowl that contained the pod and began to try and open it by the noisiest and most energetic means he could think of; unfortunately, he could still hear every word of their conversation. “You were going to ask me?” asked Ron, in a completely different voice. “Yes,” said Hermione angrily. “But obviously if you’d rather I hooked up with McLaggen…” There was a pause while Harry continued to pound the resilient pod with a trowl. “No, I wouldn’t,” said Ron, in a very quiet voice. -Chapter 14, U.S. 282

So...Ron is confused...the different voice says it all..Ron as of now has NO IDEA that Hermione likes him....Ron was upset in the beginning because this is just another thing trying to bring him down..it’s like the universe is trying to be like ‘Ron you’re not good enough’ when Hermione...goes out of her way to say she was going to ask him... he’s surprised..and now he’s thinking ..does Hermione ...do I have a chance with her after all? Keep in mind that she doesn’t actually ask him...So then they act nicer to eachother and it looks like this might just be the book they get together..as Hermione has now revealed that she does indeed like him

Ron and Harry were the last two in the changing room. They were just about to leave when Hermione entered. She was twisting her Gryffindor scarf in her hands and looked upset but determined. ‘I want a word with you, Harry.’ She took a deep breath. ‘You shouldn’t have done it. You heard Slughorn, it’s illegal.’ ‘What are you going to do, turn us in?’ demanded Ron. ‘What are you two talking about?’ asked Harry, turning away to hang up his robes so that neither of them would see him grinning. ‘You know perfectly well what we’re talking about!’ said Hermione shrilly. ‘You spiked Ron’s juice with lucky potion at breakfast! Felix Felicis!’ ‘No I didn’t,’ said Harry, turning back to face them both. ‘Yes you did, Harry, and that’s why everything went right, there were Slytherin players missing and Ron saved everything!

This is, I think, more damaging than Ginny doing what she did ...Ron has a thirst to prove himself with Hermione....and then they find out that he didn't have Felix Felicis... But Hermione yet again..is being book one Hermione..by logic..all the Slytherin players were missing..but that was just luck..hermione doesnt like luck... or horoscopes..or predictions..she doesnt think this way..she uses logic..so although she doesnt mean to in my opinion..she is taking a dig at Ron..it is harsh...and it is her character flaw..and of course Ron (and anyone else) is hurt by it..because it comes off more as a lack of faith in Ron’s abilities opposed to her just trying to logic the situation out.. 

Harry's snogged Cho Chang! And Hermione snogged Viktor Krum, it's only you who acts like it's something disgusting, Ron, and that's because you've got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!"

Ron’s basically had it at this point. Hermione couldn't believe he was prefect...he makes the quidditch team..she can't believe he’s good... she’s called Harry this whole catch...he isn't in the slug club.. now he’s thinking..she doesnt even like me because, like I thought, she thinks im not good enough.originally it was like she might be shy..but no she isnt..she kissed Viktor...so .she was going to ask me to the dinner for what? for pity?and we have basically a Hermione yule ball reaction..Ron has had ENOUGH. he’s tired of it..he isnt trash..he has good traits..if she doesnt recognize them thats her loss..he’s not going to fight for her approval... so he kisses Lavender...because SHE has a crush on him..and she hasn't made it so bloody difficult and she likes him for being..well..Ron.. 

There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron, who refused to look at her, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, "Hi, Harry! Wondered where you'd got to!" Hermione slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles around her head so that she looked like a strange, feathery model of the solar system. "You shouldn't keep Lavender waiting outside," she said quietly. "She'll wonder where you've gone." She walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened. "Oppungo!" came a shriek from the doorway. Harry turned around to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron, her expression wild: The little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets toward Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach. "Gerremoffme!" he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed. -Chapter 14, U.S. 302

So now Ron feels awkward..because Hermione does not hide how she feels about this...but this isn’t just jealousy anymore...Hermione is UPSET. So now he’s thinking...she....she does like me? she did want to ask me because she likes me? but why is she like this then....and overall confusion..because now he has lavender..the first girl who has shown him outward interest...but he cannot hide that he DOES have feelings for Hermione..

Ron, whose hands and forearms still bore scratches and cuts from Hermione's bird attack, was taking a defensive and resentful tone. "She can't complain," he told Harry. "She snogged Krum. So she's found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it's a free country. I haven't done anything wrong."-Chapter 15, U.S. 304

This is perfect... he’s basically saying...yeah I’m a catch too..whats the problem? 

“He’s at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes,” said Hermione, while the librarian, Madam Pince, prowled the shelves behind them. “I really couldn’t care less.” She raised her quill and dotted an i so ferociously that she punctured a hole in her parchment.-Chapter 15, U.S. 305

so she’s clearly upset..but you know Hermione, she doesnt admit these things. 

"Hi, Parvati!" said Hermione, ignoring Ron and Lavender completely. "Are you going to Slughorn's party tonight?" "No invite," said Parvati gloomily. "I'd love to go, though, it sounds like it's going to be really good... You're going, aren't you?" "Yes, I'm meeting Cormac at eight, and we're -" There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything. "- we're going up to the party together." "Cormac?" said Parvati. "Cormac McLaggen, you mean?" "That's right," said Hermione sweetly. "The one who almost" - she put a great deal of emphasis on the word - "became Gryffindor Keeper." "Are you going out with him, then?" asked Parvati, wide-eyed. "Oh - yes - didn't you know?" said Hermione, with a most un-Hermione-ish giggle. "No!" said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. "Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don't you? First Krum, then McLaggen..." "I like really good Quidditch players," Hermione corrected her, still smiling. "Well, see you... Got to go and get ready for the party..." -Chapter 15, U.S. 313

Here we see a different side of Hermione..a mean Hermione...now...this is HONESTLY typical 16 year old behaviour...and although its mean..its pretty SPOT ON to how a 16 year old girl would react to a guy she likes..a guy she thought she told she likes..a guy who revealed that he likes her ... getting it on with another girl right after (unaware of Ginny)...and well not seeing what was wrong with her whole Felix nonsense... 

“Did you have a good Christmas?” “Yeah,” said Ron at once, “pretty eventful, Rufus Scrim -” “I’ve got something for you, Harry,” said Hermione, neither looking at Ron nor giving any sign that she had heard him. -Chapter 17, U.S. 351

This is interesting...Hermione is being really mean to Ron during this time..giving him shit..now a couple of chapters ago Ron would have been really hurt by her words..to a point to where he wouldn't talk to her..but now Ron is realizing just how mad she is at the lavender ordeal..and he’s realizing..she’s this mad..it means well..she likes me... so he’s taking all the shit she’s giving him because he now KNOWS she’s trying to piss him off. 

Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and demanded to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Harry and Ginny's obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood behind them, clench-jawed and frightened-looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him. -Chapter 19, U.S. 400

So now Ron has been poisoned..and Hermione has been a bitch to him for the past 2 months...and now she feels guilty..because the reason she's been a bitch to him is because he hurt her..because she likes him..because he decided to be with another girl when she thought they were going to finally become a thing...and now she puts her own personal anger aside because above all else Ron is her friend and she does love him.... and she does care for him and she always will.. 

"Er-my-nee," croaked Ron unexpectedly from between them. -Chapter 19, U.S. 402

Well now Hermione is well...Ron just exposed himself..so she knows him being with Lavender doesnt mean he doesnt like her... 

He stopped talking very suddenly. Lavender Brown was standing at the foot of the marble staircase looking thunderous. "Hi," said Ron nervously. "C'mon," Harry muttered to Hermione, and they sped past, though not before they heard Lavender say, "Why didn't you tell me you were getting out today? And why was she with you?" Ron looked both sulky and annoyed when he appeared at breakfast half an hour later, and though he sat with Lavender, Harry did not see them exchange a word all the time they were together. Hermione was acting as though she was quite oblivious to all of this, but once or twice Harry saw an inexplicable smirk cross her face. -Chapter 20, U.S. 425

Now..Lavender doesnt deserve this but it so so sparingly typical 16 year old girl behaviour...that its like ..refreshing..Hermione..although smart..and responsible..is still a teen girl...the guy she likes is fighting with his girlfriend about her..and his girlfriend is jealous of her... and he said her name in his sleep...she’s like yess f you lavender..stay away from MY MAN..thats right be jealous..and her seeing Ron unhappy with it..it’s like yep he wants me dont forget it. 

"How d'you spell 'belligerent'?" said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. "It can't be B - U - M -" "No, it isn't," said Hermione, pulling Ron's essay toward her. "And 'augury' doesn't being O - R -G either. What kind of quill are you using?" "It's one of Fred and George's spell-check ones... but I think the charm must be wearing off..." "Yes, it must," said Hermione, pointing at the title of his essay, "because we were asked how we'd deal with dementors, not 'Dugbogs,' and I don't remember you changing your name to 'Roonil Wazlib' either." "Ah no!" said Ron, staring horror-struck at the parchment. "Don't say I'll have to write the whole thing out again!" "It's okay, we can fix it," said Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand. "I love you, Hermione," said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, "Don't let Lavender hear you saying that." -Chapter 21, U.S. 449

Yep... he likes me ... she's thinking.. and of course she brings up lavender because she wants him to end it with her 

"No joy," said Harry, as Ron joined them. "Bad luck, mate, but you'll pass next time - we can take it together."

"Yeah, I s'pose," said Ron grumpily. "But half an eyebrow! Like that matters!" "I know," said Hermione soothingly, "it does seem really harsh..." -Chapter 22, U.S. 476

Hermione showing affection now because she knows Ron likes her.. 

"Ron, you're making it snow," said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Harry noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Ron's arm. "Oh yeah," said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. "Sorry... looks like we've all got horrible dandruff now..." He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione's shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. -Chapter 24, U.S. 514

I feel sorry for lavender here and I think Ron and Hermione also feel guilty...but now they’re over...and they both kind of know what’s up.. 

Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose. -Chapter 30, U.S. 647

And now we see more relationship-y affection... 

Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione. "You're okay," he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly. "I thought - I thought -" "'M all right," said Ron, patting her on the back. "'M fine." "Ron was great," said Tonks warmly, reliquishing her hold on Lupin. "Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you're aiming at a moving target from a flying broom -" "You did?" said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck. "Always the tone of surprise," he said a little grumpily, breaking free. -Chapter 5, U.S. 76

So now we have different setting..there is a war approaching..seriousness..but they’re physically showing more affection then we have seen... their exchanges are no longer friend exchanges... but people who have a clear interest in eachother 

Don't!" squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Spellman's Syllabary. "Oh no," said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. "Hermione, I wasn't trying to upset -" But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings, Ron bounded off the bed and got there first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking handkerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, "Tergeo." The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking handkerchief to Hermione. "Oh... thanks, Ron... I'm sorry..." She blew her nose and hiccuped. "It's just so awful, isn't it? R-right after Dumbledore... I j-just never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!" "Yeah, I know," said Ron, giving her a squeeze. "But you know what he'd say to us if he was here?" "'C-constant vigilance,'" said Hermione, mopping her eyes. "That's right," said Ron, nodding. "He'd tell us to learn from what happened to him. And what I've learned is not to trust that cowardly little squit, Mundungus." Hermione gave a shaky laugh and leaned forward to pick up two more books. - Chapter 6, U.S. 94

And now we see...sensitive Ron..it’s so strange to see after all these books..but it makes sense.. this is a more serious time..and they’re older..and then of course..the book he read... I think his experience with Lavender was basically the kick that told him..you know what..I’m going to show this girl how much I like her..because I know she feels something for me..so I’m going to woo her over.. 

"This isn't your average book," said Ron. "It's pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I'd had this last year I'd have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would've known how to get going with... Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I've learned a lot. You'd be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either."- Chapter 7, U.S. 113

Hermione is confusing you can't blame him honestly. 

Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes. "Nice," said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. "You've really got an eye for that sort of thing." "Thank you, Ron!" said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused.- Chapter 7, U.S. 118

Definitely taken from the book..but its great..it shows Ron taking initiative with Hermione..he’s trying to figure out how to get his friend to become his girlfriend...so this whole starting to be more romantic slowly thing..it’s perfect... 

Hermione looked pleasurably flustered, but this time Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, "Who is that man in the yellow?" "That's Xenophilius Lovegood, he's the father of a friend of ours," said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. "Come and dance," he added abruptly to Hermione. She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor. "Ah, they are together now?" asked Krum, momentarily distracted. "Er - sort of," said Harry. -Chapter 8, U.S. 147

I like that he doesn’t even ask her... this is what we see for the first time...a less teenager like Ron and a more adult like Ron.. 

"You're amazing, you are," said Ron, handing her his bundled up robes. "Thank you," said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into the bags.- Chapter 9, U.S. 162

We see that Ron is indeed a gentleman when he wants to be..and that he is capable of being emotionally mature 

"Family safe, do not reply, we are being watched." The Patronus dissolved into nothingness. Ron let out a noise between a whimper and a groan and dropped onto the sofa: Hermione joined him, gripping his arm. "They're all right, they're all right!" she whispered, and Ron half laughed and hugged her. - Chapter 9, U.S. 173

More outward physical affection.. 

Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her finger's inches from Ron's. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. - Chaper 10, U.S. 176

Yes they did...and it was 100% Ron who instigated it... 

Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, "What if purebloods and half-bloods swear a Muggle-born's part of their family? I'll tell everyone Hermione's my cousin -" Hermione covered Ron's hand with hers and squeezed it. "Thank you, Ron, but I couldn't let you -" "You won't have a choice," said Ron fiercely, gripping her hand back. "I'll teach you my family tree so you can answer questions on it." - Chapter 11, U.S. 209

Outward physical affection between them...as we see Ron is not shy to grip her hand right back. 

"Don't look at me like that!" he snapped at Hermione. "Don't you start on her!" snarled Ron.- Chapter 11, U.S. 215

Ron making it clear that although they are all friends..Hermione is his love interest and he won’t let guys disrespect her..even if it’s Harry.. 

"Snape could send Phineas Nigellus to look inside this house for him," Hermione explained to Ron as she resumed her seat. "But let him try it now, all Phineas Nigellus will be able to see is the inside of my handbag." "Good thinking!" said Ron, looking impressed. "Thank you," smiled Hermione, pulling her soup toward her.- Chapter 12, U.S. 228

Some more 12 fail safe action..Ron...even in the midst of all of this..remembers to pay Hermione compliments because well..he wants to be a gentleman to her.. 

Respect?" Harry repeated, but Hermione shot him a warning look; apparently he was not to argue with Ron while the latter was in such a weakened condition.- Chapter 14, U.S. 273

Same as Ron..Hermione makes it clear that even though they’re all friends... Ron is not to be mistreated because that is well..her man.. 

Hermione was watching Ron fret over the fate of the Cameroles, and there was such tenderness in her expression that Harry felt as if he had surprised her in the act of kissing him.- Chapter 14, U.S. 274

So like has now turned into love... Ron..who has been paying her compliments..shown his maturity..and now his amazing character..has indeed one over the love of Hermione Granger 

Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione. "What are you doing?" "What do you mean? "Are you staying, or what?" "I..." She looked anguished. "Yes - yes, I'm staying. Ron, we said we'd go with Harry, we said we'd help -" "I get it. You choose him." "Ron, no - please - come back, come back!" She was impeded by her own Shield Charm; by the time she had removed it, he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron's name amongst the trees. After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face. "He's g-g-gone! Disapparated!" She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.- Chapter 15, U.S. 309

Ron..even with the influence of the locket.. did not forget about Hermione..he asked her..even with the locket telling him that Hermione didn't care about him..and her staying just validating the locket. Hermione is now devastated at this point..because he was JUST gentleman Ron..just making jokes...just showing her that he cared..how could he switch so quickly? Of course...the locket..she knows its the locket.. she feels down with it as well..it keeps telling her about her parents..how she will never fit in the wizarding world as a muggle born..but she never had any doubts about Ron...Ron only gave her doubts when Lavender.. and that ended...this locket picks up on INSECURITIES... Hermione is a confident young woman when it comes to her relationships..her fears are in not doing well...not in how others perceive her..and we know how Harry was.. his insecurity was that people doubted him..the boy who lied...now we have Ron..his insecurities is that he is not good enough..not for Harry..not for Hermione...and that he was useless..why take part of a war you dont contribute to? He’s holding them BACK. With his injury...He is RUINING their chances of defeating voldemort..they would be better without him... its SHOULD be the two of them..everyone else thinks so.....so he leaves...and she doesnt reach Ron in time...the moment the lockets off he realizes...what he’d done..his love for them has always ALWAYS conquered his insecurities..but its too late. 

"Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence... We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption -" "Presumption!" echoed the Riddle-Hermione, who was more beautiful and yet more terrible than the real Hermione: She swayed, cackling, before Ron, who looked horrified yet transfixed, the sword hanging pointlessly at his side. "Who could look at you, who would ever look at you, beside Harry Potter? What have you ever done, compared with the Chosen One? What are you, compared with the Boy Who Lived?" "Ron, stab it, STAB IT!" Harry yelled, but Ron did not move: His eyes were wide, and the Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione were reflected in them, their hair swirling like flames, their eyes shining red, their voices lifted in an evil duet. "Your mother confessed," sneered Riddle-Harry, while Riddle-Hermione jeered, "that she would have preferred me as a son, would be glad to exchange..." "Who wouldn't prefer him, what woman would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him," crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she stretched like a snake and entwined herself around Riddle-Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: Their lips met. On the ground in front of them, Ron's face filled with anguish. He raised the sword high, his arms shaking. "Do it, Ron!" Harry yelled. Ron looked toward him, and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes. "Ron -?" The sword flashed, plunged: Harry threw himself out of the way, there was a clang of metal and a long, drawn-out scream. Harry whirled around, slipping in the snow, wand held ready to defend himself: but there was nothing to fight. The monstrous versions of himself and Hermione were gone: There was only Ron, standing there with the sword held slackly in his hand, looking down at the shattered remains of the locket on the flat rock. Slowly, Harry walked back to him, hardly knowing what to say or do. Ron was breathing heavily: His eyes were no longer red at all, but their normal blue; they were also wet. Harry stooped, pretending he had not seen, and picked up the broken Horcrux. Ron had pierced the glass in both windows: Riddle's eyes were gone, and the stained silk lining of the locket was smoking slightly. The thing that had lived in the Horcrux had vanished; torturing Ron had been its final act. The sword clanged as Ron dropped it. He had sunk to his knees, his head in his arms. He was shaking, but not, Harry realized, from cold. Harry crammed the broken locket into his pocket, knelt down beside Ron, and placed a hand cautiously on his shoulder. He took it as a good sign that Ron did not throw it off. "After you left," he said in a low voice, grateful for the fact that Ron's face was hidden, "she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didn't want me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone..." He could not finish it; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry fully realized how much his absence had cost them. "She's like my sister," he went on. "I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It's always been like that. I thought you knew."- Chapter 19, U.S. 375

Like I said... 

She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron's rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas. Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half raised his arms. Hermione launched herself forward and started punching every inch of him that she could reach. "Ouch - ow - gerroff! What the -? Hermione - OW!" "You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!" She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced. "You - crawl - back - here - after - weeks - and - weeks - oh, where's my wand?" She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry's hands and he reacted instictively. "Protego!" The invisible shield erupted between Ron and Hermione: The force of it knocked her backward onto the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, she leapt up again. "Hermione!" Harry said. "Calm -" "I will not calm down!" she screamed. Never before had he seen her lose control like this; she looked quite demented. "Give me back my wand! Give it to me!" "Hermione, will you please -" "Don't you tell me what to do, Harry Potter!" she screeched. "Don't you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!" She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps. "I came running after you! I called you! I begged you to come back!" "I know," Ron said, "Hermione, I'm sorry, I'm really -" "Oh, you're sorry!" She laughed, a high pitched, out-of-control sound; Ron looked at Harry for help, but Harry merely grimaced his helplessness. "You come back after weeks - weeks - and you think it's all going to be all right if you say sorry?" "Well, what else can I say?" Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back. "Oh, I don't know!" yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. "Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds -" "Hermione," interjected Harry, who considered this a lot blow, "he just saved my -" "I don't care!" she screamed. "I don't care what he's done! Weeks and weeks, we could have been dead for all he knew -" "I knew you weren't dead!" bellowed Ron, drowning her voice for the first time, and approaching as close as he could with the Shield Charm between them. "Harry's all over the Prophet, all over the radio, they're looking for you everywhere, all these rumors and mental stories, I knew I'd hear straight off if you were dead, you don't know what it's been like -" "What it's been like for you?" Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless, and Ron seized his opportunity. "I wanted to come back the minute I'd Disapparated, but I walked straight into a gang of Snatchers, Hermione, and I couldn't go anywhere!"- Chapter 19, U.S. 379

So Hermione is obviously being cruel..but its justified..he hurt her..she loves him and he left her...but he explains... and of course she hasn't witnessed what we and Harry all have

When Hermione returned to her bunk, Harry lowered his voice. "You only agreed to try and get back in her good books." "All's fair in love and war," said Ron brightly, "and this is a bit of both."- Chapter 20, U.S. 396

Ron has revealed he loves her.. 

"Get - off - her!" Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, "No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!" "Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list," said the horribly familiar, rasping voice.- Chapter 23, U.S. 447

Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback." "Wait," said Bellatrix sharply. "All except... except for the Mudblood." Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure. "No!" shouted Ron. "You can have me, keep me!" Bellatrix hit him across the face; the blow echoed around the room. "If she dies under questioning, I'll take you next," she said.- Chapter 23, U.S. 463

"Reckon she'll let me have a bit of the girl when she's finished with her?" Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. "I'd say I'll get a bite or two, wouldn't you, ginger?" Harry could feel Ron shaking.- Chapter 23, U.S. 463

The echoing bang of the slammed cellar door had not died away before there was a terrible, drawn-out scream from directly above them. "HERMIONE!" Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle against the ropes tying them together, so that Harry staggered. "HERMIONE!" "Be quiet!" Harry said. "Shut up, Ron, we need to work out a way -" "HERMIONE! HERMIONE!"

- Chapter 23, U.S. 464

I'm going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?" "We found it - we found it - PLEASE!" Hermione screamed again: Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty nail slipped onto Harry's wrist.

- Chapter 23, U.S. 465

From above came Bellatrix's voice. "You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!" Another terrible scream - "HERMIONE!" "What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!" "There!" Harry felt the ropes fall away and turned, rubbing his wrists, to see Ron running around the cellar, looking up at the low ceiling, searching for a trapdoor.

- Chapter 23, U.S. 465

"What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!" Hermione's screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists [...]

- Chapter 23, U.S. 466

He tilted the shard of mirror this way and that, and saw nothing reflected there but the walls and ceiling of their prison, and upstairs Hermione was screaming worse than ever, and next to him Ron was bellowing, "HERMIONE! HERMIONE!"

"And I think," said Bellatrix's voice, "we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her." "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ron had burst into the drawing room; Bellatrix looked around, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead -- Chapter 23, U.S. 472

Ron doesn't care about anything else here..not the greater good..not the war..not Voldemort..just Hermione..and now we SEE that Ron truly loves this woman...he disarms Bellatrix..in this moment he doesnt CARE who it is..and all he is focused on is Hermione ..this shows the readers that Ron...does not view as Hermione as just a crush..or a girl he likes..or a friend...he loves Hermione to a point no one else in that room does.. 

Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him.- Chapter 24, U.S. 480

He is her comfort...and we now know that its Ron and Hermione... 

And then he skidded around a final corner and with a yell of mingled relief and fury he saw them: Ron and Hermione, both with their arms full of large, curved, dirty yellow objects, Ron with a broomstick under his arm. "Where the hell have you been?" Harry shouted. "Chamber of Secrets," said Ron. "Chamber - what?" said Harry, coming to an unsteady halt before them. "It was Ron, all Ron's idea!" said Hermione breathlessly. "Wasn't it absolutely brilliant? There we were, after you left, and I said to Ron, even if we find the other one, how are we going to get rid of it? We still hadn't got rid of the cup! And then he thought of it! The basilisk!" "What the -?" "Something to get rid of Horcruxes," said Ron simply. Harry's eyes dropped to the objects clutched in Ron and Hermione's arms; great curved fangs, torn, he now realized, from the skull of a dead basilisk. "But how did you get in there?" he asked, staring from the fangs to Ron. "You need to speak Parseltongue!" "He did!" whispered Hermione. "Show him, Ron!" Ron made a horrible strangled hissing noise. "It's what you did to open the locket," he told Harry apologetically. "I had to have a few goes to get it right, but," he shrugged modestly, "we got there in the end." "He was amazing!" said Hermione. "Amazing!"- Chapter 31, U.S. 623

A twist...Hermione complimenting Ron... and we see huge character growth in Ron..instead of basking in it..he is being nonchalant ...because its bigger than his insecurities now..and he knows it’s about just keeping Hermione safe and ending this war 

Hang on a moment!" said Ron sharply. "We've forgotten someone!" "Who?" asked Hermione. "The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?" "You mean we ought to get them fighting?" asked Harry. "No," said Ron seriously, "I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want any more Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us -" There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. "Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!" Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. "I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?" "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just - just hold it in until we've got the diadem?" "Yeah - right - sorry," said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.- Chapter 31, U.S. 625

And its official...they might die..they know they love eachother...and Hermione..overridden by passion has done the most un-Hermione-ish thing...she has kissed Ron...in the middle of a war..and Ron is eager..and this is it..they know it's them..he knows he likes her..she knows he likes him...and they might lose eachother..and so they kiss..and it’s with passion..because they love eachother... 

Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him. "Parked all right, then?" Ron asked Harry. "I did. Hermione didn't believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She though I'd have to Confund the examiner." "No, I didn't," said Hermione, "I had complete faith in you." "As a matter of fact, I did Confund him," Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus's trunk and owl onto the train. "I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let's face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that." Back on the platform, they found Lily and Hugo, Rose's younger brother, having an animated discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts. "If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," said Ron, "but no pressure." "Ron!" - Epilogue, U.S. 755

Ron although talking about Hermione's lack of faith in him...does it in a much different way than we’ve seen in the books..he’s teasing..and now the audience sees a more confident Ron...he admits yeah she’s right I had confund him..but he doesnt care..because he knows himself now..and hes an adult and he has children with the love of his life, Hermione Granger 

"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him at every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!" "You're right," said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."- Epilogue, U.S. 756

Adorable. We get an extended version of the Ron that complimented Hermione in deathly Hallows...and it just shows that they now have a very healthy relationship 

In conclusion, there is serious growth that happens in the both of the, ...and their development is one of the best relationship developments I have ever read... we are reading about teenagers here...how many 14 year old relationships do you take seriously? I think them getting together at the last book was perfect...and their characters are so obviously made well for eachother.. Thanks for reading!

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PART 8 - video #14 & #15

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[I just want to note: these are not my thoughts or words. I’m only summarizing what Greg / James is saying in his videos for people that don’t want to listen to him. I had a couple messages in my inbox from people who (I think) misunderstood what I’ve been posting, so I wanted to clarify I’m not defending Greg lol.]

the did nots

- Greg says someone named Kelly wrote him. He asked her to watch one of the many videos about him and tell him what the accusations were because he wants to address them because it’s easy and fun for him. - 4:25 His ex claimed she had a seizure and he was the cause of it. - He asks how could he be the cause of a seizure? Unless he hit someone over the head with a rock. Despite what people say about his brow, he’s not a caveman. - He didn’t call an ambulance and he recorded it for a Youtube video. - Greg says she faked the seizure. She had done it twice before. One of those times when he went to call an ambulance she popped up and snapped out of the seizure. If you met someone like that you’d understand, but it takes life experience to understand who they are. - 6:00 Claimed he groomed an underage person. - Says grooming isn’t calling someone a c-u-n-t. That’s like brushing your hair with razor blades and lemon juice. - 7:38 Greg targets vulnerable people. - Says it doesn’t make any sense. Are all these people damsels in distress? Are they incapable of defending themselves? Sarah was arrested for beating the crap out of a grown man. Not vulnerable, actually scary. So scary he spend the night in the garage because he was afraid she’d murder him. She had a full gremlin face. People like talking without knowing and call themselves reporters. - 8:31 Kai send and received explicit photos. - Says we no, Kai hates p-o-r-n. People make these claims with no evidence. You don’t have to give $20,000 to some a-hole, you just need legitimate concrete evidence. No one does that because no one has it. He’s seen people threaten to fake evidence. He’s seen screen shots of people who want to create fake evidence with deep fakes. If you wanted something done you should have talked to a lawyer and handled it privately, now the case is manipulated and contaminated. The livestreams contaminated everything. It’s a circus. - 8:00 Two people argued over who will take someone’s virginity. - He says “retarded” isn’t a good enough word for that. No one would argue about taking someone’s virginity unless you’re talking past tense. He says that’s totally different. They didn’t take her virginity. Kai did nothing and just layed there. [He talks about the crime against Sarah again.] People shouldn’t say Kai likes CP. That’s crazy, kids are disgusting. Nothing is attractive about them. Snot, my little pony obsession, backpacks, they don’t understand anything in the world. - 9:07 Claimed he instigated and had a threesome with someone then kicked her out shortly after she turned 18. - He says no. He says one person was receiving oral and he made love to the 18 year old but they weren’t kicked out shortly after. They were kicked out when they said he needs to impregnate them when they were “mano y mano” with each other in hopes the three of them would come together and be poly. He realized she didn’t care about the other person. - Greg abused his ex. - He asks if it’s the one that cheated on him and got pregnant with someone else’s baby? One time he called the cops on her because she threatened to kill herself and make it look like he did it. That person? Asks why no one considers the abuse toward him. Threatening to make it look like he murdered her is a crime. If he sold prescription pills, he’d be in jail. Sarah sold pills and she told him her mom tried to set her up to marry a guy for a green card and he’d pay her. Those are crimes. He thinks Sarah’s mom is innocent because after everything Sarah said about them they can’t believe anything. It’s loco Sarah shit. She admitted to doing cocaine too. - He dated Shiloh when she was underage. - He says you finally got something- [he cuts off and nods his head]. She was 17. They were both in areas it was legal and he was 24. The police looked into their relationship and checked stuff and they were good to go. Someone tried to get him in trouble, but he knew the law. When you love someone you don’t worry about taboo. - 11:08 Greg had an affair with her while he was still with Skye. - He says if his pp is 3,000 miles long maybe. He didn’t meet her until he filed for divorce. He says this person is an idiot and is spreading slanderous statements. How can you cheat with someone who is on the other side of the country? He laughs and says Skye’s last name isn’t Tantaga, that’s her username. He got a plane ticket when he was already filed for divorce. - 11:55 Shiloh may have been 16 when they first met. - He says he didn’t even talk to her until November 2010. He says look up her birthday she was 17 1/2. “Fucking facts yo.” Why don’t people care about the truth? -14:24 Greg made videos about ex girlfriends that were filled with lies. - He sarcastically says, “very specific, very proof.” No logic, just say “they lie.” - 22:17 Greg had photos from 12-17 in various states of undress on a forum. - Greg says you could just prove that if it’s true. Everyone forgets that website was 18+ and was heavily moderated. “Fucking idiot.” - 23:50 Greg removed forums because they were being investigated. - He asks what forums? He didn’t have forums and he doesn’t care about Hansen. He’s the one that called the cops on Hansen. The cops weren’t there for Chris Hansen, they told Greg to file an anti-harassment protection order against him. There’s nothing to fear. Chris Hansen is an old man and his last job contract wasn’t renewed because someone sued for $100 million and won. The only things to be afraid of are his douchiness and his creepiness. “Fuckin’ boomer.” - 26:10 Youtuber admits he gets more views when he talks about Onision. - Greg says finally something truthful. When this guy talk about anything that doesn’t have to do with Greg it’s like [thumbs down and laughs]. Greg tells them you know what you do and you don’t actually care. - Greg silences ex girlfriends by threatening to sue. - Greg asks when did this happen? He doesn’t remember that. If he did that it didn’t work. The girls are re-tweeting people threatening to burn his house to the ground. Sarah tweeted she wants to psychically attack him. He says she is going to be no one’s victim because she’s a fighter and he’s scared of her.  - Greg has 7-8 other victims, possibly more. - Greg says that’s a tough sell because these people aren’t his victims, they’re just people he dumped. He says it’s like high school when people break up and they start rumors about each other. Youtube is high school 2.0. - 29:00 Kai is a victim and was underage when the relationship started. - Greg says Kai was 17 1/2, but told Greg he was about to turn 18. When Kai revealed the truth Greg already fell for him. He doesn’t agree with the victim part because they’re still married. This Youtuber should let kai speak for himself and not speak for people and pretend to be their hero. “Douchebag” - 29:10 Greg violated the mann act, accuses him of human trafficking. - Greg says if that happened, then prove it. When and how did he violate the mann act? - 30:15 He forced someone into signing an NDA and forced her to remain silent after they kicked her out. - Greg says Sarah said she wouldn’t sign the NDA unless she gets what she wants, which was sex. Later on she apologized for r-a-p-i-n-g them. He doesn’t know if she denied it yet, but she probably will. What she did was extortion and was a crime. Says this guy should make a hate video about Sarah now if he really gave a shit. - Greg took advantage of Kai because he was a fan, but that’s subjective. - Greg says stop speaking for Kai. Nobody asked Kai. - Greg groomed Kai. - Greg gives the same response. He says Sarah said she wasn’t groomed. She said “if anything I groomed you” and they thought it was funny until it was real. - Kai had a tinder. - Greg says that was for a video. It was a joke. He calls the Youtuber a joke.  - Says he might respond to more because he doesn’t gibe a fuck anymore. He tells people to join OnisionFans.com to DM him questions.

oh my

- He apologizes from the heater noise. He says certain people get mad at him when he turns it off for videos because it makes the house cold. - He’s not sure if he’s being left now for speaking out. He doesn’t know what Kai is going to do now that he’s speaking out. - He wants to talk about the “investigation” (air quotes). He says he doesn’t take it seriously because he knows what actually happened. [Sarah NDA story for the 100th time] If an officer investigated the situation, he would arrest Sarah instead of Greg. Greg also has a witness who was also heavily pressured. You never heard this story from Sarah because she’s a fraud, a liar, she has BPD, she has a number of mental problems. Sarah wouldn’t say anything that would get her in trouble, but Greg said things that might get him into trouble about pressuring Kai. He did that because he felt bad for Sarah, but he should have had no sympathy for her like her mother. Her mother saw her for who she really was, one of the most toxic people he’s ever met. [Locked himself in the garage story.] When Sarah’s mad at you her eyes go from brown to black. - He says a lot of people will agree with him because it’s common sense. About Hansen and his crew, you don’t talk about a open investigations. You don’t try to monetize people’s pain when you’re trying to pursue them legally. You’re supposed to catch them by surprise.  - He says when Chris had a show about people who went after 12 year olds, Chris didn’t warn them and tell them he was looking into them. He didn’t make a 9 month series about how terrible they are, then tell them he’ll go to their house to get them. He says it doesn’t make any sense. - Chris is getting donations and ad revenue. These girls feel sorry for themselves because they were dumped. Now they’re vengeful and malicious and they want to get back at him because they probably still want to be with him. If he never dumped them, would they still be together? They never dumped him except when Shiloh dumped him for h-e-n-t-a-i. He thinks they would still be together. Why are they only mad at him after he rejects them? - Hansen is paid to say there is a crime here. Greg saw Hansen allegedly stated he didn’t care about any of them and just wanted money, but he doesn’t believe that. He also saw Hansen hired someone named Anonymous Gene to dox Greg and his whole family. Greg says that doesn’t make sense to dox his whole family. It takes an evil person to do that.  - When you have an investigation, you are supposed to stay silent then you catch them by surprise, take their stuff, and try to find something that would prove they’re guilty so they don’t have time to hide anything. - He has never spoken to Regina before as far as he knows. He thinks Regina is ugly. When Regina started talking to Kai when Kai was 17 so anything Regina has to say in nonsensical because of their ages. Kai denied anything was exchanged and isn’t interested in p-o-r-n. Kai is a beta male cuck, nervous, scared, anxiety disorder person, which is why he didn’t want Greg to talk about anything. Regina is a scumbag, horrible human. Regina is now working for Hansen and that’s a conflict of interest. You can’t have a witness work with someone who is making money going after someone. That’s absolute corruption. - Now people are saying they have evidence on him, they have a laptop. Spoiler alert, if you have evidence you tell someone they have it so they can get a warrant. It’s ridiculous because he has nothing of interest, but if he did the audience would have tipped him off forever ago. This was all handled horribly. He saw the other day he saw a public figure say”I hope we get this guy” with no evidence that Greg is guilty. You can’t do that, that’s slander. - The person who had the laptop before Sarah was a woman and she would have never looked at CP. It went from a woman, to another woman who apparently held onto CP for years, said she brought it to the police who did nothing, got it back, sent it to Vince, Vince sent it back. Vince got fired and changed Chris Hansen’s site to his mugshot. Greg says he was told Chris Hansen’s site now redirects to OnisionFans.com. He thinks that’s weird and funny. - Sarah started off by saying she was not groomed and only had her feelings hurt. Then people started working her up and her story progressively became something else. - This is the sloppiest investigation he’s seen in his life. He can’t believe the lack in professionalism. This isn’t a reality show, it’s real life. Greg is worried for Hansen because he put his whole career on this [he lists Hansen’s financial troubles] and if he doesn’t find something legit he’s screwed.  - [Sarah laying in his lap story.] Greg thanks Sarah for describing his junk as “perfect.” “It’s just so perfect.” [Sarah being loud story again.] He says she complained he didn’t use the wand on her after he broke up with her. [He shrugs.] Says he meant to but didn’t get around to it. - So your investigation is a guy who had sex with an 18 1/2 year old? This person sexually extorted and blackmailed them. You should investigate her. [He lists supposed crimes she committed.] Greg said she had no idea these were crimes until he told her. “Idiot.”

[rosegrl18]

Day Nine - Four

(So, a day late. Again. This one is much longer and under the cut. Also, @zarahjoyce, I borrowed from the dialogue you used in your gift drabble for me. I tried to paraphrase it so as not to outright copy and paste.)

@cantellus, @iris-14cheonsa, @zarahjoyce, @princess-sas, @quatresnuku, @nopedontknow

Day Nine: Four

Fandom: Mashin Sentai Kiramager

Characters: Sena Hayami, Tametomo Imizu, Juru Atsuta, Shiguru Oshikiri, Sayo Oharu, Mabushina, Muryo Hakataminami, Gramophone Jamenshi

Pairings: Sena Hayami x Tametomo Imizu

           There was supposed to be five of them. Five warriors for five machines. Five machines for five warriors. Now there were only four warriors and Tametomo was blaming himself. It was his fault and his fault alone. If he hadn’t been distracted, she never would’ve been captured by Yodonheim and she never would’ve been brainwashed into fighting against them, against him.

 Earlier that morning

           Muryo had alerted them to a Jamenshi in the city. They transformed and headed out to the scene. They were immediately greeted by a scene of screaming citizens and a Jamenshi with a gramophone for a head. Gramophone Jamen was destroying the surrounding area with soundwave-induced explosions.

           “We need to find a way to counteract those sound waves. Those soundwaves are what’s causing the explosions, so if we can somehow dampen or mute them, we can end this quickly.” Tametomo strategized.

           “What if the rest of you distracted him and I sped in and destroyed him before he had the chance to attack again?” Sena asked.

           “You’d have to perfectly time your attack and make it powerful enough to, at the very least, damage Gramophone Jamen, if not outright destroy him. With his sound waves, we can’t guarantee an opening that won’t get you, or us, injured. I think we need to take care of his ability to produce sound waves first.”

           Sena didn’t really like that plan. She thought her plan was going to work. While it was true, that even if Gramophone Jamen was restrained, that his soundwaves wouldn’t be, she had to try to take him out in one shot. If she could at least damage his head, they’d have a shot at finishing him off.

           “Juru, you’re the leader, not Tametomo. What do you think we should do? Should I try and take him out, or at least damage him, with one attack, or should we try and disable his soundwaves first?”

           “Hey!”

           “Sena-san, while your plan is a good one, and while it might work, I actually agree with Tametomo-san on this. We should find a way to disable the destructive sound waves first before we destroy him. We have to be practical about this. We don’t know if your attack is even going to work or connect. I know you’re fast, but Tametomo-san is right. You’d have to perfectly time your attack and make it powerful enough to severely damage or outright destroy Gramophone Jamen. There’s just too much risk in us trying to make you an opening.”

           “Juru, as the leader, I trust you. When I had my track practice and couldn’t leave, I trusted you to find a solution then, too. However, this time, I have faith in my plan. Please.”

           The emotional side of Juru wanted to relent and let Sena end their fight quickly, but the practical, leader side of Juru was saying to stand by his earlier decision.

           “I’m sorry, Sena-san, but my mind is made up. We’re going with Tametomo-san’s plan.”

           “Fine, but how are we going to disable the sound waves?”

           Sena knew one way. If only she was allowed to enact her plan. Her plan was fully capable of working and it was a good plan. While Juru and Tametomo were right in the fact that they couldn’t guarantee their distraction would work, they didn’t need to provide a distraction for long. She was fast enough to get in, attack, damage, and get out. While the other four Kiramagers were distracted with coming up with a plan to stop the soundwaves, evacuating civilians, and defeating the Bechats, Sena began charging up in order to launch her attack on Gramophone Jamen. As soon as she saw an opening, she charged.

           “Sena, no! Wait! Hey!”

           She wasn’t listening. She was locked in a high-speed course, speeding toward Gramophone Jamen.

           “Sena! Stop!”

           She didn’t stop. However, she didn’t connect either. Before her sword could make contact with the Jamenshi, he let out another attack. Unlike his explosive sonic attacks, however, this one sounded more musical in nature. The attack hit Kiramai Green head on. She de-transformed and hit the ground, having fainted before she even hit the ground. Tametomo ran toward her, but was stopped when Gramophone Jamen picked Sena up and left the scene.

 Back to the present time

           The atmosphere was grim and heavy with sadness as the remaining four Kiramagers made their way back to Kiramai Base. Tametomo and Juru were both blaming themselves for what happened. Both boys were angry, angry with themselves. If only they’d spent more time trying to stop Sena rather than trying to strategize for taking down the Jamenshi. Once Sena was safe, they could’ve strategized.

           Juru slammed his hands on the table in an uncharacteristic display of anger. Juru never got angry. He was so unsure of himself that no one would’ve ever thought he was capable of this level of anger. “We need a plan. We need Sena-san back.”

           Sayo put a gentle hand on Juru’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. Sayo was a calming force among the Kiramagers, being a doctor and an all-around gentle soul. “We know. No one is saying anything different. We’ll get her back, but we need a good plan. We have no idea what Gramophone Jamen’s last sonic attack did to her. If Yodonheim is planning on using her against us, they took a very valuable asset.”

           “Indeed. Sena is a very valuable asset with her speed. Yodonheim must be planning to use that against us. They must know about it from previous battles. I find it difficult to believe they know nothing about it. If we can find a way to incapacitate her before she can use her speed abilities on us—” He was cut off.

           “I hope you’re not suggesting we hurt Sena to save her. I’m not going to let you hurt her.”

           “You make it sound like that’s the only solution. We’ll come up with another solution that doesn’t involve hurting her.”

           Tametomo now resembled a fish out of water. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, then immediately closed it again, as though he couldn’t think of anything to say. He moved closer to the table, finally joining the rest of the team. He was the team’s second-in-command, its strategist. If anyone could come up with a plan, it was him. However, he was at a loss as to how he was going to save Sena. Yes, how he was going to save Sena. It was his inaction that led Sena to be knocked out and kidnapped by Yodonheim. Sure, he yelled out to her, but after she failed to listen to him, it wasn’t as if he went out of his way to actually stop her from acting.

           “You know, I’m the reason she was kidnapped. I yelled out to her, but didn’t actively try and stop her. This is my fault.” He balled his hands into fists. “I, and I alone, will be the one to save her.”

           “It’s my fault too, Tametomo-san. I yelled out to her too, but, like you, I didn’t try and stop her. But that doesn’t matter. We’re the Kiramagers. We’re a team. We fight as a team, even if it’s to recover a lost teammate.”

           “It matters to me. Don’t make me repeat myself. I, and I alone, will be the one to save her. I got her into this mess and I’m going to be the one to get her out of it. And, if any of you follow me, we’re going to have problems.” With that, he left Kiramai Base.

           Now they were four, not five. He wanted to find a way to get her back. He needed to find a way to get her back. He didn’t know when he needed her, or when want gave way to need, but one thing was slowly becoming clear. He was falling for his teammate. They’d shared small touches and gestures, seemingly insignificant words and teasing. He just wondered if she saw things the way he did.

           He made his way to the spot where they’d fought Gramophone Jamen earlier, hoping the monster would make his way back to the scene. Tametomo wouldn’t have to wait long. Gramophone Jamen appeared on scene, accompanied by a familiar woman in green.

           “Sena!”

           “She can’t hear you. Explosions aren’t the only things I can induce with my soundwaves. Using the right frequency, I can use my sound waves to brainwash my targets. They’re completely under my control and can’t hear outside influences. It’s a nice ability, don’t you think?”

           “Let her go!”

           “I don’t think so. General Galza and General Carantula were so pleased with me when I came back with my victim in tow. I don’t want to disappoint them.”

           Tametomo pulled out his Kiramai Shot and fired off a few shots. However, there was a flash of green light and Sena pulled out her Kiramai Sword, activated the shield, and blocked the shots from hitting her and Gramophone Jamen.

           “Sena! Snap out of it!”

           “She can’t hear you.” Gramophone Jamen said in a singsong voice.

           If that was the case, Tametomo needed to find a way to damage the Jamenshi. If he could cause some damage, he might be able to break his control over Sena long enough for both of them to destroy the Jamenshi once and for all. He made a practical, but hesitant, decision. He needed to knock Sena out so she couldn’t defend the Jamenshi. He didn’t want to knock her out, but he knew she was strong. She’d be alright.

           “I’m sorry about this, Sena.” He muttered. He’d formally apologize to her later, if she didn’t kill him first.

           He tried to get close to her, but every time he got near, she’d knock him away with her sword. Another idea crossed his mind, but he had no idea of knowing if it would work. He cancelled his transformation and got close to her again. He was at a very real risk of getting slashed by her Kiramai Sword, but he didn’t care at this point. He just wanted her back with him. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed the red button on her Kiramai Changer, cancelling her transformation. He’d never seen such a strong look of hate as he did in the eyes of the woman he’d come to develop feelings for. He’d already made up his mind. He wasn’t going to lose her. Not again.

           Tametomo began rubbing her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, then, holding her face in his hands, he leaned in and kissed her for a few seconds, though it seemed like minutes. Confident that she was distracted enough, he knocked her out, holding her in his arms. He carried her to a safer place and went off to battle.

           “I’m breaking your control once and for all. This ends here and now.” Tametomo re-transformed. “Precise Shooting! Kiramai Yellow!”

           Without his shield, Gramophone Jamen was weakened, but by no means powerless. He fired off a sonic blast, which Tametomo dodged. Tametomo fired off a few shots from his Kiramai Shot, aiming for the Jamenshi’s head, the gramophone. The Kiramai Bullets clogged up the gramophone, preventing any sound from coming out.

           “No! Now look at what you’ve done! My mind control waves!”

           “Good!”

           Sena woke up, her mind foggy about what had happened. She was lying on a bench and she was wearing her uniform. She looked over and noticed that there was a Jamenshi locked in battle with Kiramai Yellow. She immediately transformed and ran to help Tametomo.

           “Sena, you’re awake!” There was little time. “We’ll talk later. Right now, we take him down.”

           “Right.”

          She pulled out her Kiramai Sword and powered up her final attack. Tametomo did the same with his Kiramai Shot. The two fired their final attacks at the Jamenshi and he fell backward in a shower of sparks, exploding into pieces. The two de-transformed and Sena jumped up and down in glee at destroying Gramophone Jamen. Tametomo turned to her and wrapped her up in a hug.

          “I thought I lost you. Sena, don’t do that to me again. I don’t want to lose you. Gramophone Jamen brainwashed you into fighting me because I was distracted. We were strategizing, so focused on coming up with another plan, that we couldn’t watch you. You ignored our orders, both Juru’s and mine. Don’t ever do that again.”

          “I won’t, but what’s with this ‘I thought I lost you’ and ‘Don’t do that to me again’?”

          “Sena, as we’ve gotten to know each other, I’ve slowly started to develop certain feelings. I almost lost you once and I don’t want to go through that again. Would you consider dating this ace?”

          “Nice try, Tame-kun, but we’ve already established Shiguru is the ace of the Kiramagers. But, yes, I’ll go out with you. There’s a condition, though. You have to tell me how you broke me free of Gramophone Jamen’s control.”

          Tametomo’s cheeks reddened slightly and he had a sheepish look on his face. “Well, I, um, I rubbed your cheeks a little with my fingers and then we, um, yeah, and then I knocked you out and disabled Gramophone Jamen’s gramophone.”

          “What kind of an explanation is that?! What happened?”

          “I’m not good at explaining things, so it’s probably best if I just show you.” He cupped her face in his hands, rubbed her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, and leaned in and kissed her. Sena was surprised, at first. Why was he kissing her? Oh. Oh! Was this what he meant by ‘then we, um, yeah’? As the kiss continued, she softly smiled and melted into the kiss, kissing him back. After a few more seconds, seemingly minutes, they broke the kiss and stared at each other.

          “We should probably get back to Kiramai Base before everyone starts to worry. I told them I’d take care of this and warned them not to follow. Let’s go.”

          Sena giggled. “Let’s go!”

          The two walked back to Base, hand in hand.

#mashin sentai kiramager #kiramager #cantellus april prompt list #cantellus

[clawsout83]

Chat Blanc Reaction/Analysis

I’m not used to do stuffs like that, but I think Chat Blanc has so much to talk about that it would be almost criminal not to.

Of course, !!!! SPOILERS !!!!

Long post ahead....

Ok, so Adrien’s 5th middle name apparently is Athanase, which comes from Greek Athanatos meaning “immortal” and is celebrated May 2nd. (Wikipedia)

The girls putting pressure on Marinette to declare, once again... But Mylène calling her the Goddess of Self Confidence was sweet :)

Ladybug gushing over Adrien’s stuffs in his room was kind of creepy... Well, she knows Adrien’s 5th name and wants to celebrate it. That’s cute, creepy, but cute.

Of course, she forgot the card...

Aaaannd Adrien’s brain cell finally put pieces together. But awww he’s so happy that his Lady is Marinette ! If she was Lila or a total stranger, he surely wouldn’t be THAT happy !

“It’s not because you put cheese in a box that it stops smelling !”

LoL Bunnyx calling her portal “her burrow” is so nice !

Bunnyx’s glitches was a nice touch. If she can’t fix things with Ladybug, she just can’t exist anymore...

Ok, so the bowl served to hide the future from Ladybug and Bunnyx dropped her in the future without LB knowing what happened. It’s perfect. So, the LB at the end doesn’t know who Chat Noir is and how things ended up the way they are.

“Un p’tit chat sur un toit se languit sans sa Lady” = “A little cat on a roof is bored without his Lady”

Chat Blanc’s cat puns are limitless...

I don’t know if it is sarcasm when CB says that he didn’t want to be rude when he goes for LB’s miraculous

But CB asking LB to save him is literally heartbreaking

Post-Reveal CB calling Pre-Reveal LB by her name might be destabilizing

Why does Marinette as her hair down after she gave Adrien’s gift ? I understand it is to distinguish the timelines (the current one with pigtailed Marinette and the possible one with hair-down Marinette) but still...

Oh ? So Adrien doesn’t only loves her because she’s Ladybug ? Of course, he doesn’t. He loves her since a while, he just couldn’t love two girls at the same time.

AAAAWWWW DKFJSLDJGHLAKJG The Oblivio Kiss !!!

Ouh ! Super Cataclysm ?! More like an atomic bomb !!

LoL Sabrina is actually shipping them !!

These couple scenes are any fanfic writers juice !

Got to say, they’re cute together !

“It’s our love that made this world like it is, My Lady !”

What ?! THAT’s the reason Gabe found to end their relationship ? It’s causing wrong to Gabriel brand ?! She’s the best person to understand how things work in fashion industry ! *trows Gabe in a garbage can*

Of course, the “I’ll put Adrien out of College if you don’t do what I ask for” threat... “Then make the right choice” You’re putting your son’s future into a lovesick 14yo girl’s hands....

And because Gorilla is around, she can’t tell Adrien she has been threatened by his father when she “breaks up” with him... 

“The plan” of course. Despair. Marinette being his chef-d’oeuvre. Gabe, how many times have you tried to akumatize Marinette ?

Aw ! Gorilla proving once more he is more suitable to be a better dad than Trashiel

So, CN can destroy akumas with his cataclysm without consequences ? So, if LB isn’t available, CN could save the day nonetheless ?

Oh ! CN’s soft voice when he calls her My Lady !!

MARICHAT FOR LIFE !!!

Gabe, how can you be so happy to learn that CN is your son ? You’re a crazy son of a b*tch...

Flying cataclysms ? cool !!

CB just want thing to go back to what they were. Even have a hamster !! Seriously, this is the same thing his father wants, but CB’s wish is probably more selfless than Gabe’s...

Funny how he could have just killed LB with is cataclysm, but instead, shot right at her feet, making her fall in the water to the exact point where he got akumatized...

I read some reaction about the scene when LB arrives in front of HM and her future self. Future LB wants to reach for CN, to help him. HM just protects himself when he’s the one who could make it stop in a snap of a finger.

The bunker scene... just... another heartbreaking scene. At least, Adrien wants to know, wants answers before acting, and seeing the anger, I don’t think he’s gonna side with his father anytime soon...

Ok, I know magic costumes are supposed to protect them from hits, but damn Gabe ! You hit your son like a baseball ball KNOWING he’s your son !! *trows the trashcan into a compactor*

“If she loved you as she tells, she’d let you save your mother” STFU Gabe. 

Argh... That’s how he got CN to transform... “Obey !” Gabe so much conditioned his son to obey him that CN just unconsciously had to. He just can’t fight it.

CB hesitates between LB and HM. He doesn’t want to hurt LB, he doesn’t want to disobey HM/his father, he can’t let him win, he can’t kill his own father, but the power is growing out of control and he can’t keep it in... poor kitty...

“Better destroy everything. You, me, our memories, all what’s left !” There’s nothing left to destroy. CB knows he lost everything, and because LB doesn’t want to help him - the way he wants her to - he really understand that he has nothing left to loose. 

So yeah, just destroy the universe !

It actually creeps me out to see how he calmed down when she accepts to give her miraculous. 

Ohhh ! The butterfly going to CN is just magic, and CN seems to understand what happened and to feel more in peace with it...

LB never guessing that CN knows her identity because Adrien is CN, but because Adrien might have talked and that it might have arrived to CN’s ears is just stupidly funny

“They must be really big fans of yours to know [Athanase is your 5th name] !” *sigh* My boyfriend of 10 years know for my 2nd name since a few months only... You creep me out, Marinette ! Just say you want to give Adrien gifts because you like him, don’t create reasons to do so...

Awwwww the Ladynoir ending !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She likes CN, she cares for him. He’s her friend, her partner, and knowing he’s fine and well and happy is all what matters to her. She’s not in love with him, but she like him.

In conclusion, CB was f*cked up because he was with absolutely no control. Usually, HM is behind, controlling his akumatized victims from his lair. Paris  / the world is destroyed, CB is all alone for who knows how much time and just wants LB’s earrings to fix things up. He probably won’t do it the right way since he’s not himself, but I don’t see CB as a bad person, just a broken person. 

Also, it proves that they CAN’T be together before HM has been defeated. As civilians, HM targets Marinette to akumatize her. As heroes, they can’t know each other’s identity for pretty much the same reason. 

This episode broke my heart and just made me realize how Gabe can’t be redeemed... F*CK YOU GABE *pushes the compactor’s button*

*turns to Nathalie, pointing her accusingly* Don’t worry, sweetie, you’re next...

#chat blanc #chat blanc spoilers #long post #reaction

[schizzer]

Trans Guy in Major Need Of Help

So hi. I don’t really use tumblr outside of reading webcomics and looking for art and stuff, but my friend said I should try posting on here because it would help spread the word.

If you have to talk to me, message me on TWITTER, not here. I don’t check tumblr, but I’m on twitter every day. That’s the only way you can gaurantee a reply, as long as you don’t make yourself sound like a creep or a bot.

My name is Valentine (most call me Ven), I’m a 17yr old gay trans guy about two months on testosterone and working on changing my name/gender marker legally. I have a cat and a car with no insurance on it, and I’m getting kicked out of my house.

/////I CAN NOT STRESS ENOUGH THAT GETTING AUTHORITES INVOLVED WILL DO SO MUCH MORE HARM THAN GOOD. I DON’T NEED THEM INVOLVED, I NEED MONEY AND HELP//////

https://www.paypal.me/doodleden - This is my paypal

https://twitter.com/_JUNKYARDRAT/status/1053418016547966976?s=20 - And here is a tweet I had posted about it a few days ago with the paypal link. I basically summarize everything I’m about to say in the replies.

I got into a fight with my aunt, which isn’t unusual, but she lost it this time. We’ve always had an extremely tense air between us (I’ve never liked her and she’s never liked me, and we both find any reason to bitch each other out, but I have never been the one to initiate violence with her. She’s always been the one to hit first, with everyone), but it’s been more-so lately because she’s been purposely antagonistic towards me. She doesn’t know I’m trans, but I haven’t been trying to hide it either, so she’s made a handful of snide transphobic comments, a few homophobic ones, and has attempted some personal jabs at me in regards to my family.

I brushed past her to get through the hallway, and being the dramatic she is, decided that that counted as a physical attack and lunged at me. She clawed my neck (which I still have a faint scar from, but it basically blends in with regular neck creases since it’s a light pink) and my uncle had to physically hold us back from each other. I went into my room and locked the door and she tried breaking it down and then came after me with a fucking HAMMER. My uncle had to wrestle it from her and now I have two new holes in my door from it. She’s been extremely violent with everyone in the house (I live with my mother, my cousin, my uncle and my aunt. Important to note I’m the ONLY minor in this house, everyone else is 40+, yet I’m always referred to as “the only adult in the house” while every actual adult constantly refers to each other as children) but has always had it out for me specifically for some reason. She’s busted my mother's forehead/eyebrow open, which covered her entire face in blood and she still has a scar from it. She grabbed my cousin by her hair and slammed her face repeatedly into the corner of a doorframe. She’s hit my uncle multiple times and has threatened to accuse him of domestic abuse and rape just because he didn’t do something she wanted him to. She’s also hit family members who don’t live in the house with us, like my other cousin, who she’s swung her cane at in parking lots among other things. This is also not the first time she’s physically hurt me.

She’s been threatening to kick me out for years now, but never could because she doesn’t actually hold authority over me and I was younger so it wasn’t up to her. Not unless she wanted serious legal issues. But now I’m 17, and I have one month until I’m a legal adult, so she can kick me out if she wants to, and there’s really nothing anyone can do about it because we’re living in her house, and I don’t have the luxury of being a child anymore.

She ended up screaming for hours that she wanted me out of the house and was also threatening to call the cops (because she has a victim complex, and will whine and cry that her punching your face hurt her wrist uwu how could you uwu) as if that would do anything, when she was the one who attacked me. So I got kicked out of the house for the night but came back a few hours later, because we still had the rest of the week left of rent that we payed so fuck her I had the right to come back.

My mother was able to pay for a few more weeks of rent after that but it’s nearing the end of that time and even if my aunt did let her pay for a few more weeks worth of rent for me, it’s not safe at all and I’m tired of thinking that every time she passes by my room it’s with another hammer, or that any time we walk by each other she’s going to randomly snap and lunge at me again. I’ve been living like that since I was EIGHT and I’m tired of it. Not to mention she isn’t the only person in the house who’s hit me. The only one who hasn’t is my uncle.

But this where the problem comes in. I don’t have enough money to find some place to stay, and I can’t legally sign a lease until I’m 18, so my only choices are motels or getting enough money to get insurance on my car. I will not leave my cat behind, I’d rather die, so I also need money for food and water and litter for her. I don’t have a job, because I was waiting until I got my license so I could drive to and from work. I live in Texas, so you can imagine why I didn’t want to walk. I also need to be able to keep up with my T shots every two weeks, and get to my doctor’s appointment next month.

I’m leaning towards staying in my car (I wouldn’t have to pay rent regularly, which means I could save up more for when I’m 18 so I could get an apartment sooner, instead of paying hundreds a week to stay at a motel), but I’d need insurance on it in order to legally drive it around, plus it’s started raining a lot more and my car needs new windshield wipers because they’re literally tearing apart. I’d still need money for my cat, and I’d still need money for food. Basically, I need well over $600. I was also debating asking that if anyone knew anybody who needed a roommate in SA, Texas, but also didn’t need them to sign a lease, if they’d let me know and maybe point me in their direction, but as a gay trans person,, I don’t know how much I’d trust that, unless the other person was also trans or could prove they were trustworthy.

I would include pictures of my mother and my neck (which I do have) but, the picture of my mom is...really gruesome and I don’t want to trigger anyone by posting it. It’s really bloody. If you need them to prove I’m not a scammer, DM me on twitter (but clarify you’re from my tumblr post otherwise you might freak me out a bit).

https://www.paypal.me/doodleden - This is my paypal

https://twitter.com/_JUNKYARDRAT/status/1053418016547966976?s=20 - And here is a tweet I had posted about it a few days ago with the paypal link. I basically summarize everything in the replies to the tweet.

#transgender #trans guy #trans man #trans #lgbt #lgbtq community #lgbtq #donate #help #kicked out #gay #trans youth #pride #gay pride #lgbt pride #trans pride #trans boy #trans person

[med-man77-blog]

#FalklandsWar 1982 Operation Mikado... By Neil Tweedie and Thomas Harding Five in the morning, May 21 1982, seven weeks into the Falklands conflict. The Argentine radar operator at Rio Grande airbase, on the island of Tierra del Fuego, is looking forward to his bed. Outside, rain is blowing across the deserted airfield. The blip appears out of nowhere, 25 miles out to sea, coming in fast and low. Suddenly alert, the operator calls over his duty officer, but the blip has already faded. Out over the South Atlantic, two C130 Hercules transports of 47 Squadron Royal Air Force battle through the night. Buffeted by strong headwinds, they skim the waves at 50 feet to evade detection. The co-pilots peer through night‑vision goggles, guiding the pilots towards the coast, one lapse enough to cause disaster. Night vision is in its infancy, the devices a secret gift from the Americans. Tension mounts as landfall over Argentina approaches, the conclusion of a 13‑hour flight from Ascension Island involving two mid-air rendezvous with Victor tankers. Behind the crews, in the cavernous holds of the Hercules, some 60 men of B Squadron, 22nd SAS Regiment, ready their weapons and vehicles, Land Rovers bristling with machine guns. This is a one‑way mission, the best outcomes being escape to neutral Chile, or capture. The worst outcome is all too obvious. Minutes later, the C130s slam down on the runway at Rio Grande. The rear doors are already open, the lowered ramps scraping the ground. In an instant, the Land Rovers are charging straight for the apron where four French-built Super Etendard fighters of the Argentine navy stand. Some of the SAS fling charges into the engine intakes while others search for the Etendard pilots, who are to be shot on sight. Another group search for the weapon that above all others threatens Britain with defeat in the South Atlantic: the Exocet. Moments later, the first charges explode. Gunfire erupts. The world dissolves into chaos. Had it happened, Operation Mikado would have been the most dramatic raid staged by Britain since the Second World War, a desperate coup de main intended to remove the Exocet threat to the Royal Navy task force seeking to retake the Falklands. With the approach of the 30th anniversary of the war, some of those involved have cast fresh light on an operation that can be seen either as an audacious assault in the finest traditions of the SAS, or a hubristic suicide mission. “In my own mind I saw it as a one-way ticket,” says Tom Rounds, navigator in one of two Hercules crews trained for Mikado. “In my final letter to my wife I said as much. We all had our bags packed. If we didn’t come back, they just had to put them on the next plane back to the UK and hand my stuff to the missus.” The SAS, known as “hooligans” to the RAF crews, began planning assaults on Argentine airfields within days of the invasion of the Falklands on April 2, and a month before Exocet, a French-built sea‑skimming anti-ship missile, burst on to the world stage. “The planners had decided that fighter bases were acceptable targets,” says Rounds. “We reckoned it would take 20 to 30 minutes. The vehicles would rush out full of hooligans to reap mayhem. We would seal the aircraft up and take off in a minute – real Second World War stuff.” Training was intense, involving simulated nocturnal attacks on RAF airfields from Kinloss in Scotland to Binbrook in Lincolnshire. The rule book was torn up as the Hercules roared low over Britain, trying to get into airfields without being spotted by ground radar. “The station commanders were told that we might arrive at any time and would not call the control tower,” says Rounds. “We came in as low as 50 to 100 feet.” Rounds’ pilot was Jim Norfolk. “It was huge fun,” he says. “So exciting, so bloody dangerous as well. There was no night vision, there were no runway lights. One time, the rear aeroplane ended up in front. We passed each other in the descent and never knew a thing about it.” On April 19, Argentina deployed four of its five Super Etendards to Rio Grande. Only five air-launched Exocets were available. On May 4, two of the fighters, each carrying one Exocet, went in search of prey. They found it in the shape of HMS Sheffield, alone on radar picket duty. She had three minutes to react before one missile scythed through her hull, killing 20 men. Shock at the loss of a modern destroyer to a single guided weapon was profound, but solutions to the threat posed by the remaining missiles were few. Argentina’s Patagonian airfields were 4,000 miles from Ascension, Britain’s nearest airfield, making a sustained RAF bombing campaign impossible. A Sea Harrier strike would involve exposing the task force’s two irreplaceable aircraft carriers, Hermes and Invincible, to attack. Enter Brigadier Peter de la Billière, director of the SAS and a favourite of Margaret Thatcher since the Iranian embassy siege in London in 1980. He now championed the Mikado assault to the War Cabinet. There was a problem, however. Some RAF ground controllers claimed to have spotted the Hercules approaching their airfields. Surprise was the essence of Mikado, and early detection would be fatal. “There was a degree of professional pride,” says Rounds. “Air traffic control was saying, 'We spotted you way out.’ I thought, 'No, you didn’t.’ Also, they were forewarned about our coming – the Argentines wouldn’t be. Nevertheless, it created negativity that was picked up by some of the SAS.” Major John Moss, commander of the SAS’s B Squadron, became steadily less convinced about the operation’s viability, matters coming to a head as his unit prepared to leave Hereford for Ascension. The Argentines were believed to be taking steps to thwart such an attack, garrisoning airbases and dispersing aircraft. A major setback occurred on May 17, when a covert mission to insert an SAS team to observe Rio Grande was aborted. The helicopter involved flew on to Chile, where the crew and SAS team gave themselves up. Chile was a secret ally of Britain throughout the war, allowing an RAF Hercules to be based first on Easter Island in the Pacific and later on the mainland. The aircraft markings were painted out and the crew disguised with American-style flying suits. Moss’s objections earned him summary dismissal. In his autobiography, de la Billière states: “I was dismayed to find that the attitude of this unit [B Squadron] remained lukewarm. The trouble, I found, lay in the squadron commander, who himself did not believe in the proposed operation.” A more gung-ho CO was appointed and B Squadron shipped out for Ascension. Despite the failure of the covert reconnaissance mission, Mikado proceeded. It came nearest to taking place between May 19 and 23 when one, not two, Hercules was prepared for the attack. “I had a hearty all-day breakfast,” says Rounds. “Jim [Norfolk] was pacing around smoking, going, 'Rounds, how can you eat at a time like this?’ “It’s not bravery, it’s just backing yourself. If you’re worried about death, you’re in the wrong business. Get out and become a bloody accountant. It’s war. You are trained to fight and die, if need be. It didn’t matter if we couldn’t get out, but we had to get in. There was always a good chance of that. If the aircraft got shot up on the runway it didn’t matter, as long as the hooligans destroyed the fighters. Coming home was a bonus.” “You knew you weren’t coming back because there was no tanker plan for the return leg,” says Norfolk. “The plan was for us to sit on the runway waiting for the hooligans to do their stuff and come back, but they had no intention of doing that. They were going to bog off on foot to Chile, and I was going to take the aircraft and do the same.” Would it have worked? “The SAS were bloody good. If they could get off the aircraft they would have destroyed everything in sight. There would have been a lot of revenge, though, which probably would have been directed at the Hercules. “The Mikado raid? I thought it was bloody stupid, actually. Too bloody far. We didn’t go because it wasn’t authorised. Hereford had run wild with this idea. Luckily, our flight commander was down on Ascension, keeping us on the sensible side of hooliganism. With half an hour to go, he told us no order had been received. It came down to Margaret Thatcher, I suppose. It would have been too much of an escalation.” “We were geared up to go,” says Rounds, “a hair’s breadth away from the trigger being pulled. It was a huge anticlimax. The intensity of the training was immense.” John Moss has remained silent on Mikado for 30 years, but now allows himself a modicum of self-defence. In a pointed reference to de la Billière, he says: “Only four people knew what was happening, I was one of them. One person, who has written a book, didn’t actually know everything as he wasn’t at the training. Afterwards we all shook hands and decided we would never say anything about it, but one person decided to do otherwise. “I put my point of view across at the time, which I felt was the right one. After leaving the Army I went down to Argentina to look at things in a bit more detail. I’m happy with the decision I made. It was the correct one and I couldn’t care less what other people have done.” Argentina’s remaining air-launched Exocets were to claim one more victim, the container ship Atlantic Conveyor, sunk by a single hit on May 25, Argentina’s national day. With her went Chinook and Wessex helicopters intended for the British assault on Port Stanley. “Moss articulated what a lot of his men felt, and took the flak,” says Rounds. “Personally, I regret we didn’t do it. I really wanted to be tested. But we would have been lucky to get out.”

[missingverse]

Missing Chapter Twenty Five

This is a note to say that updates may be a touch sporadic from this month onwards, I'm in the process of moving and this is a busy time of year for me even without the added stress of getting two houses ready for new inhabitants. I will try to update on a weekly basis at the very least.

Note: Here is my by-now obligatory request to check out my book on Amazon: The Hothouse Princesses by S.A. Hemstock. If you haven't got it by now you may consider getting it so I shut up about it. There was some formatting issues I wasn't aware of but have now fixed.

…..

When Olga was given the opportunity to sign away her parental rights, she did it with a speed that Arnold found profoundly hurtful, even though he wasn't on the receiving end. Helga seemed to shrug it off, but it was hard to know what she was thinking most of the time. She was attending mandatory counseling sessions at the hospital but she had told both Arnold and Phoebe that the therapist was insincere and pretty useless.

She was now officially a ward of the state, and Ambrose was applying to adopt her, but because she wasn't well enough to leave the hospital yet it looked like she wouldn't have to spend any time in foster care.

“Most foster families don't like taking special needs kids,” Phoebe finished her long-winded explanation over lunch. “Unless they're a family that only takes special needs kids, and there's only a few of those and they live mostly in Wisconsin and Nebraska...”

“Helga's not really special needs though,” Arnold interjected. “She has a temporary condition, she's going to get better.”

Phoebe sighed, and put down the forkful of salad she'd been ignoring to talk about the adoption process.

“She had a really severe brain injury, Arnold,” she explained, as if to a small child. “And she's only been conscious for a short time compared to how long she was out of it. There's no real way of telling what it's going to be like for her in the future. Getting better is the best case scenario, and it's a real long shot.”

“She doesn't seem that bad,” Arnold countered, although now he was a little worried. It hadn't really occurred to him that Helga's recovery would backslide.

“Her cognitive functions are good, and her motor skills are mostly good too,” Phoebe said. “But she hasn't really had to do anything outside the hospital besides identifying Curtis Waring, so she could struggle with stuff you or I find easy. You ever hear of executive dysfunction?”

“Kind of, like online I think?”

“It's what happens when an injured brain can't work through a task properly. Reacting to things differently than expected, or not being able to focus. Erratic behavior.”

Arnold thought of his grandmother. She'd been like that for years, and they had always put it down to dementia. Had she maybe had some head trauma they didn't know about?

“How do you know all this, anyway?” Arnold asked her. “They're hardly letting you read her medical files?”

“Officer Plaskett told me,” she answered. “He thought it would be helpful for us to know since we spend so much time with her.”

“He hasn't told me anything...”

“That's because you don't call him. You call him, he'll tell you anything you want to know,” Phoebe said, and finally shoved the forkful of salad into her mouth.

“How much do you call him, to know all this stuff?”

“Not that much anymore,” she admitted. “But back when she was first found I called him at least once a day.”

“Why?”

“I don't know,” she shrugged. “I don't get to visit her that often. It made me feel better. And he's never acted like it annoyed him or anything, so I kept doing it.”

“That's pretty nice of him,” Arnold said.

“Well, he's real invested in the case,” Phoebe told him. “He needs Helga to be in good shape for Waring's trial, she's his only living victim. So it suits him to keep you and me informed in case anything happens.”

“Didn't you just say Helga had that executive-disjunction? How are they going to get her to testify in court if she's that bad?”

“She's not that bad,” Phoebe said, leaning back and folding her arms. “Right now. That could change. So we need to be careful. No stress, especially after that Olga debacle. We keep her as happy as we can.”

…..

The nurse sent Arnold to the physiotherapy hall when he arrived for his visit, but when he got there he was sorely tempted to run to the safety of the cafeteria and wait there until the coast was clear.

It was really irritating how good Patrick looked when he wasn't even trying.

He was standing just behind Helga on the support bars, gently encouraging her to make it to the end where her wheelchair was waiting. Arnold couldn't hear what he was saying to her, but he did just about make out the words 'baseball' 'practice' and 'season.'

More baseball bonding memories. Great.

It was silly to be so jealous that a good-looking guy was paying attention to someone Arnold wasn't even dating, but he knew that baseball had been a very important bright spot in the otherwise hard childhood Helga had been dragged through. Patrick came with his own special set of memories while all Arnold had was a story about a ghost that may not have even happened.

Helga made it to the end of the bars and Patrick helped her lower herself into the chair. She was looking better now, she'd put on a little weight and could walk short distances with the aid of a walker. Or maybe she was glowing because of the attention Patrick was showering on her.

“Arnold!”

Her calling him jolted him out of his simmering, and he realized he'd been standing in the doorway sulking for who knows how long.

“Hey,” he said, feeling the blush rise on his neck as he made his way to her. “You're doing good, getting back on your feet?”

“Yeah, I'm just about ready for the Boston marathon,” she quipped. Patrick laughed as though it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

Her wit is still there, the brain injury didn't do anything to it. Phoebe's worried about nothing.

“Paralympics are coming up,” Patrick said, pushing her chair towards the door. “Keep it up, you could win the gold.”

“I think you're overestimating,” she responded. “I don't even push the chair most of the time.”

“But when you do, you're pretty damn fast,” Patrick shot back.

Helga rolled her eyes and slumped a little in her chair. By the time they got back to her room she was half-asleep.

“I need to shower,” she mumbled as Patrick lifted her into the bed.

“Call the nurse when you wake up,” Patrick said. “Me and Arnold can wait in the cafeteria.”

Great. Now Arnold was stuck hanging out with the guy. Still, he said nothing as they walked out of Helga's room to the cafeteria, nothing as he bought that strangely gritty coffee he was now very familiar with, nothing until Patrick came to the table with his own gritty coffee and he supposed he should try to make some sort of conversation.

“So, uh, she seems to be...”

“Level with me, Arnold,” Patrick cut across him, sounding a lot less pleasant away from Helga. “When you came to see me that time....did you know she was alive?”

“What? No, I had no idea...” Arnold spluttered, caught off guard.

“Right,” Patrick scoffed. “You turn up at my place of work to gouge me about a girl that's been missing for five years and two months later she's found alive in some backwoods hospital?”

“I know, it looks weird,” Arnold agreed.

“Weird is an understatement.”

“Honestly, I didn't know. I was working under the assumption she was dead, and I was looking for who killed her. Her being alive was a very lucky coincidence.”

“So you want me to believe you found evidence that trained police missed by some fluke?” Patrick said. His voice was quiet but full of carefully controlled anger.

“If I told you, you wouldn't believe me,” Arnold sighed, gripping his coffee cup so hard it burned his hands.

“Try me. Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you knew something about where she was the whole time. I'd like to think differently.”

“Fine,” Arnold said, taking a deep breath. “Helga's ghost appeared in my house.”

Patrick didn't start laughing, nor did he angrily demand that Arnold quit bullshitting. A raised eyebrow was the only reaction he gave.

“It seemed like she needed help to move on, so I said I'd try to help her. I already had some theories, I've been following the case online since I was twelve, and she helped me put the pieces together. She lead me to you, to that hideout she used to go to, even to the place Waring kept her captive and shot her.”

Arnold took a large gulp of his coffee before he continued.

“Then once the police got involved and found out her body wasn't there, and her ghost hadn't moved on, she lead me to Warleybridge. The ghost finally did move on once I found her here and she woke up.”

He had a vague sense that telling his truth in such a matter-of-fact way was going to get him chewed out by Patrick at best, beaten up at worst. He stared into his coffee, waiting for the inevitable.

“Huh.”

The little noise was as much as he got. He looked up, astonished.

“Who else knows about this?” Patrick asked. He didn't look angry anymore.

“Um, Phoebe does. She was there for most of it. I mean, she only saw Helga's ghost once and the rest of the time only I could see her but...”

He trailed off. It sounded completely insane when spoken aloud.

“And if I go grilling Phoebe, she'll tell me the same thing?”

“Y-yeah, she would...”

“Right. Interesting.”

“Wait....so, you actually believe me?”

Patrick shrugged and smiled that movie-star smile Arnold had come to know (and loathe.)

“It sounds so out there that the only reason you'd tell me such a pack of nonsense is if it was true,” he mused. “Stranger things have happened.”

Arnold couldn't believe it. The first time he'd talked about the ghost with someone who wasn't Phoebe and they took it seriously.

“Have you told Helga about any of this?” Patrick asked.

“No,” Arnold snorted, still incredulous. “She'd think I was crazy...and I don't want to stress her out.”

“So she doesn't remember being a ghost?”

“I dunno, the nurses said she had lucid moments when she talked about things she'd done when she was haunting my house,” Arnold told him. “She hasn't brought it up, and her memory is mixed up anyway...”

“Best to keep it between us then,” Patrick said. “Like you said, no stress. This trial is going to be tough on her, she needs as much support as she can get.”

“Is that why you brought me out here for an interrogation?”

“Maybe,” Patrick agreed. “Or maybe I'm doing what good big brothers do, keeping sketchy guys away.”

Big brother?

“Sketchy?” Arnold quipped.

“Well, what would you call a guy who goes around asking random people about murder victims they knew?” Patrick half-laughed. “Plus obviously I failed the first time...I got a second chance, I'm going to try and do right by her this time.”

That 'big brother' lingered in the air between them. Arnold wanted to ask about it, wanted to ask about his intentions without letting Patrick know how badly Arnold was pining after her. But luckily Patrick seemed to pick up on it without Arnold having to say a word.

“Between college and my boyfriend I don't get to spend as much time with her as I'd like to,” he tossed out flippantly. “Think you can keep other sketchy guys away for me?”

Boyfriend?

Patrick laughed, and Arnold blushed. He didn't realize he'd said that out loud.

“Yes, boyfriend. Two years now,” he explained.

“I thought you were....”

“I was,” he shrugged. “I had counseling when she went missing and I made my peace with it, in a way. Angelo's my best friend as well as my boyfriend, he supported me through it all. Plus even if I had known she was alive, the age difference looks a bit weird now. I can be her big brother, that's good enough for me.”

All this time Arnold had spent stewing over the threat that Patrick presented had blinded him to what a good, good guy he was. A cold trickle of shame ran through him.

“I assume she doesn't know you're head over heels for her, am I right?”

That came out of nowhere. Arnold choked on his coffee.

“What....” he sputtered. “I'm not...I mean, it's....

“That's okay,” Patrick consoled, flashing that irresistible (and infuriatingly smug) smile at him. “Your secret's safe with me.”

…..

Helga woke up just in time for Patrick to say goodbye before he left to get back to college. That left Arnold alone with her for at least another hour before he had to catch his bus back to Pocaselas. To his dismay, his face was still red.

“Are you okay?” she asked, frowning. “You look like you have a fever.”

“Coffee was way too hot,” Arnold explained, hoping she'd buy that. “Why is it that hospital food is always so terrible?”

“I know,” she groaned. “You'd think if they wanted me to gain weight they'd get better cooks.”

They chatted back and forth casually. Phoebe had given Helga a new cellphone the week before, and though there were smartphones around before she went missing she had never had one and barely knew how to use it. Arnold was taking her through most of the social media apps when he happened to look up and noticed something alarming.

“Uh,” he stammered, unsure of how serious it was. “Should....should I call a nurse?”

Helga raised her hand to her face and touched the stream of almost-black blood running from her nose. She rolled her eyes, as though it was a minor inconvenience.

“Don't bother,” she said, grabbing a box of tissues from the chest by the bed. “It usually only happens in the mornings.”

She dabbed at the blood casually. Arnold's horror didn't abate even a little.

Mornings? Usually?

“So, this happens often?” he asked.

She nodded.

“I have a lot of scar tissue near my brain,” she explained. “Didn't make much of a difference when I was unconscious but because it's shifting around now I get these nosebleeds. There's probably more to it than that but that's how the doctor explained it.”

“Okay,” Arnold said, although it came out more high-pitched and panicky than he intended.

“I'm going for an MRI next week, if it makes you feel better.”

It didn't make him feel better. He associated MRI scans, like most people who watched TV, with sick and injured people near death. She might as well have said she was going to be defibrillated next week.

This is why they want no stress. If this gets worse she probably can't testify against Waring.

Arnold felt a little stab of anger that Plaskett wanted to prevent her stress not for her own well-being but so that he could get Waring convicted.

“By the way,” she said, dabbing as much of the blood away as she could. “We have a trial date. July 7th.”

Summer. Three months away. At the very least now he knew he'd be able to stay by her side throughout the trial. He hoped it would help.

#hey arnold fanfiction #hey arnold #cw: medical #cw: crime

[theaxtorres]

In the Nature of Resistance

Under the covers of scheming politics, the notions of the privileged battling over the underdogs manifests itself through a correspondence between various personas of the youth.

May 14, 1994

To: Amir Rodriguez

Dear Amir,

How have you been? I was going through all the clutter in my room today and found an old stash of childhood photos. There’s one of us sharing a bowl of ice cream while our moms are chatting away in the background. It’s reminded me of the innocent fun we used to have when our parents left us to our pleasure and have the maids to clean up after us.

I believe it’s been four years now since you moved away to the province and my parents still silence me every time I mention wanting to see you again. To this day, I still wonder what happened between our parents that forced you to leave the city. Do you know why? Whenever I ask, Dad merely tells me that your parents didn’t do their job well and chose self-indulgence over the greater good. I have no idea what he means. It gets me absolutely riled up the way he talks to me like I’m one of his colleagues, with words falling out of his mouth like a corporate letter and actions so dry, it’s like he’s living off a script.

Recently, Mom and Dad have been too caught up in meetings with the big bosses of the government to even bother about me. They’re also in and out of courtrooms, only coming home early to hold a party every time one of their cases gets dismissed with the defendant found not guilty. You know I’ve met the President because of these parties? He was rushing away from a reporter drilling him for his opinion on those rallies those random people do on the streets, when Mom and Dad invited him to join us in our ride to the party. He’s very loud though, too assertive to make friends with.

Anyway, I’ve been trying to read more books to forget about all these mom and dad issues. It really is working so far. I’m on my fourth novel this month. Have you read State of War by Ninotchka Rosca? I highly recommend it.

I’d love to hear about your life, your family. Are Tita and Tito doing well? How about your Ate Lisa? Did she get accepted in the school paper? Or has she graduated already? I wouldn’t know. I really wish you replied to all my previous letters to you.

Hoping to finally get word from you soon, Mir.

Sincerely,

Adrian Ocampo

   May 18, 1994

To: Lisa Rodriguez 

Dear Ate Lisa,

Mom and Dad are doing as well as they can. However, Dad really needs to learn how to control his temper every time he reads the newspaper. Those Ocampos have become the right hand of the President, and it’s stirring Dad back to his, in the words of the ever-articulate Lois Ocampo, ‘aktibistang kanser sa lipunan’ days. With all the impossibly speedy court trials where all the President’s best friends are deemed innocent, even Mom has started slipping some awry spiels against this government’s subtle despotism during her barangay meetings. 

Are there any updates on our exposé, Ate? I heard Richard gathered enough accounts from the victims of the Sta. Clara narcotics bust. I think that high of a number of deaths of innocent people is enough to start a conversation. Tyranny’s on the way and I’m sick of having to wait and wait for more evidence, statistics, and public statements. Are the masses really as ignorant as you say they are? Would they really ignore the truth even if it’s lying bloodied on the ground in front of them? 

Speaking of ignorance, Adrian sent me a letter again. Poor soul is still horribly blinded by his privilege to see that the country’s justice system is crumbling to the ground because of their happy circle of friends and family. Apparently, he’s met the President. He probably even has the opportunity to poison that man, but he’s too busy complaining about how his parents don’t give him enough attention. He says he’s been reading more books now. I hope that finally teaches him to put two and two together and realize it was his father who filed that senseless treason allegation against Mom and Dad that got us into this mess of a life, of a country. 

Write back quickly, Ate. Give me assignments, people to interview, anything I can do to help speed up the process. If Mom and Dad are too worn down in this fight for justice, the least we can do is to continue it.

Be careful always.

Love,

Amir

  May 24, 1994

To: Amir Rodriguez

 Amir,

I’ve been meaning to hear from you since my last letter, but I just can’t help but let you know what’s been going on. Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. I barely even get to talk to my parents, especially Dad. He spends more time with those bland looking men in his study everyday, and he barely gets out. I could hear weird sounds and chants about exposés and rebellions up in where you are right now.

As I was reading, I heard them mention your sister’s name. I’m having a gutting feeling about this. Even though the voices I heard were faint, I don’t have a good feeling about this, Amir. I know you’re ignoring me right now because of who I am and where I am right now, but I want you to know that I still see you as a friend.

Be careful, brother.

Adrian

 May 26, 1984

To: Adrian Ocampo

Adrian,

I hope this letter reaches to you in time. 

I’m Lisa, Amir’s older sister. I used to scold you two for making too much noise when you were children playing. Before we left, I remember you always asking me how my application to the school paper was going. It always put a smile on my face how much you cared, even if it was just to annoy me at that time.

Right now, I need you to care about my school paper again. I need you to care about Amir and all the other innocent families and lives that were thrown into a hell of a life because of the people you’re surrounded by. Dear Adrian, open your eyes, I beg you. Look around the confines of your big palace and see the struggle of the poor. Read the news with a brave heart. There’s truth in the bloodshed.

You are our closest hope to understanding their schemes. By writing you this letter, I put myself and my family at risk. You could easily expose us to your Dad and have us killed by morning, or you could finally make it up to us, to the country for what your family has done.

On May 28, your parents will be meeting with the President, the Presidential Spokesperson, and the Secretary of National Defense, and a few more unidentified individuals to most probably talk about a new scheme. The news have been showing their ugly side too much. They’re going to do something about it.

Listen to them, Adrian. Give us caution. Send us a letter about what you hear, and dear God, I hope to hell you do the right thing.

Thank you.

Lisa Rodriguez

 June 12, 1994

To: Lisa Rodriguez

 Ate Lisa,

They’re planning to shut down all media organizations. They have fake documents and forged papers at their disposal. They’re going to silence anyone who gets in their way with only two things; with a shutdown or with a gun. It doesn’t matter to them as long as the lies go on. I’ve read enough books to know this is Martial Law. This is tyranny and a call for justice.

I assure you, you can trust me. I know you’re in the good fight. Keep going at it. It doesn’t make sense here anymore.

Please, save yourselves and hide. I think they’re on to you and your family. Write back.

I’ll write to you everything I know. I’m on your side, believe me. 

Sincerely,

Adrian

 June 16, 1994

To: Amir Rodriguez

Ate Lisa’s safe. She’s back in school now.

Take care. I heard there was a number of collateral damage in the attack. They’re unstoppable.

Regards,

Richard

 The Metro Standard

Friday, July 1, 1994

Ocampo son mistakenly shot by presidential aide

By: Karl Trinidad

MANILA, PHILIPPINES - Adrian Ocampo, son of senator Lois Ocampo and presidential right hand Bong Ocampo, was shot dead by a presidential aide early this morning, July 1. According to news reports, the Ocampo boy was suspiciously walking around the Malacañang Palace in the early hours of the morning, which alerted the aide as a possible spy from activists or militant groups which could harm President Ernesto Barrameda.

The aide who shot the boy indicated he alerted the boy and asked who he was, but the boy ran away towards the halls. 

“It was my second nature to [pull] the trigger. I didn’t know who [the boy] was. I thought I was just doing my job,” the suspect said.

Witnesses reported the boy came from a morning run to the post office to send some letters and postcards and bought coffee afterwards from a local shop. Although his intentions in the Palace are still unknown, administrators are currently looking for more sufficient evidence about the matter. 

Bong and Lois Ocampo, who had recently signed an agreement with President Barrameda concerning new retributions of the media’s alleged propagandist attacks towards the government, have rescheduled a number of court hearings in order to organize their son’s funeral.

The Metro Standard tried to reach out to the Ocampo family for a statement, but the request is still unanswered.

This article was originally published in The Benildean Issue 14 and on The Benildean website.

#literary

[titleknown]

The following is a partial transcript of the events of what is widely considered one of the key matches of the “turning point”

MJ: Hello folks this is your announcer Matt H. Justice, and with me is my cohost D.W. Devlin who…

DW: Only hosts because I’m the best they can afford and I need the money to do actual fucking journalism. And this looks like enough of a shitshow to make Heroes of Wrestling blush.

MJ: What do you mean D.W.?

DW: Well, there were no promos, no ad spots, just this weird fucking viral marketing goddamn everywhere with wildly underpriced tickets. You’d think that with a promo with this persistence they’d want to give you an idea of what it’s about. But nada, zip, zilch. Just one free webcast and a vague promise of “Wait and see”..

MJ: I’ll say. Most of the wrestlers seemed to be flat-out terrified!

DW: Terrified nothing! When I tried to press them, they did the same message! Eyes fucking glazed over saying the same words again and again! Granted, I was too high out to remember the specifics, but jesus h god it was some fucking La Le Li Lo Lu bullshit.

MJ: Right, but contracts are contracts, and I wouldn’t quit this for the world. But, you’re a free agent, why did you-

DW: Because of the money you fucking dingbat! But, there’s weird shit happening in the biz that I think this is related to...

MJ: You mean the Gash stuff?

DW: Of course I mean the Gash stuff! Like, you see a motherfucker killing wrestlers from promo to promo, the crossovers, the events that turn into live fucking executions, the unnatural natural disasters that aren’t from global warming?!

MJ: I literally was covered in blood from one of those. But, it could just be old [NAME REDACTED] capitalizing on the contro for the promo.

DW: Oh, if that old sack of shit wanted to do that, he’d be trumpeting it to the high heavens. Man’s got no subtlety. Doesn’t it seem like the fact that there are no goddamn definitive heels booked, the fact that “Card’s subject to change” disclaimer is posted on every one, and the fact that I keep hearing about this “Kill Factory” training program in my other work, mark my words it’s-

MJ: Well, if you’ll excuse me for commentating on the actual match, it’s ten minutes in and it seems like we’ve seen no sign of our heels or our face of the first match. It seems like a guard is walking in from the back door. Huh, doesn’t look like any I’ve seen.

DW: Well, you’re good with filler at least. That’s why I like yo- OH SWEET FUCKING JESUS!

The guard, a rotund appearing man, rips off his skin and out of it comes a lean; muscular skeletal being, shining prismatic gold as the blood drips off him and he steps from the shadows. The crowd screams.

MG: I WELCOME YOU TO THE MAIN EVENT DISTINGUISHED VICTIMS! THOUGH, AS YOU CAN SEE, I WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME!

Megaton Gash cackles and raises his staff. The audience is screaming right now. A few try to run towards the doors, but they act as if they are almost welded shut.

MJ: Oh my god I don’t believe what I’m seeing here folks, this is not kayfabe, this is real! I think I’m going to throw up!

The camera tries to avoid showing MJ vomiting as well as the sheer amount of gore dripping off of Gash, neither with much success.

MG: YOU BELIVED THAT THE FATE OF THE WORLD WAS A GAME OF POLITICIANS AND GENERALS, BUT THIS, LIVE BEFORE THE NATION, IS A GAME OF GODS! AND NOW. A DEMONSTRATION OF THE POWERS WHICH YOU VIEW!

Megaton Gash raises up his rod. From the darkened rafters of the arena, a massive spike of lightning strikes downward into one of the bleachers. There are screams, cut short by the sounds of crackling electricity and smoke. When the long flash ends there is what was later determined to be blood and human ashes there!

DW: Holy literal fucking smokes! This is not a fucking dream, hoax, imaginatry story, or whatever Stan Lee bullshit you came for, this fucker came in wearing a fucking perfect human skin suit, and vaporized a quarter of the fucking audience!

Megaton Gash strides up to the ring, the ropes sizzling away as he walks straight through them. He poses with his rod.

MG: SO. WHO AMONGST THIS RABBLE HAS COME TO FIGHT A GOD?!

A large mechanical hand punches its way out of the center of the ring. Out of it climbs what appears to be a heavily cyborgized female human, covered in bright-colored plating with very little flesh visible. Its faceplate lights up and jets behind it begin to let out a burst of flames.

The figure brushes herself off before seamlessly moving to punch MG in the face. MG skids back, leaving visible markingso n the ring, but remains standing on the edge.

BD: Name’s Burn Doll. And I thought I might give it a shot…

Yes folks, as decided by five-dollar donors on the Patreon, which is a tier you can donate to if you want to influence future drabbles like this (Though all donors are beloved and welcome), it’s a wrestling drabble, featuring the TITLEWave wrestling characters!

Along with DW Devlin, who’s popped up now and then in my work and who I hope becomes a thing. Tho I do need to draw ‘em.

Note I do not know much about wrestling aside from the weird shit, so feel free to correct me if I fucked up.

And, as per usual, while the story/direct adaptations thereof are CC-BY-SA, the characters/settings/situations/ect are vanilla CC-BY, so feel free to use those bits in whatever you like so long as you credit me, Thomas F. Johnson, as their creator!

#open source characters #drabble #drabbles #short fiction #my writing #weird fiction #open source character #pro wrestling #pro wrestlers #weird wrestling

[moonlight-escapade]

Until it’s Gone (Loki Imagine) Pt. 1

Hey guys! So this is a fic that I wrote a while ago. It’s quite long so I’m going to make a mini series out of it as well! :) 

Basic concept: Loki decides to destroy a planet on your Wedding day. (Typical Loki right? Lol! XD )

I just wanted to say, I know with fanfics and imagines most people like to keep the background short and “get to the point” (aka fluffy romance & such- which I adore don’t get me wrong here!) but I think writing the background is part of the fun, you know? I feel like it then makes the romance that much sweeter. I promise I won’t do that with all my fics, but in these series type stories that’s pretty much what may go on. Just an FYI! :)

I hope you guys enjoy this Loki series! :)

“Where is she?” I boomed as the heavy golden doors of my fathers court swung open at my arrival. He watched me carefully; I new the games he would play, I knew them before I walked through the door. And he hated having the lower hand. “Answer me!” I yelled at Odin. I’d hated him before, but my feelings were murderous now, and if he didn’t speak plainly there would be life to pay. 

And his was one I would gladly take. 

“Loki-“ his calm voice sent my rage higher than I’d ever known it to raise. “You COWARD! To spare your own life you’ll TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!” I boomed. Odin watched me with that bastard look of contempt, signaling his guards, who’s armored hands had iron grips around me- something I hadn’t noticed till they’s let go. In a flash I was next to my father. My scepter placed dangerously around his throat. 

“Loki, she’s safe.” 

“Safe!” I laughed. “You dare tell me she’s safe when I’ve not the slightest idea WHERE. SHE. IS!” I felt the scepter ripped from my hands and the guards hands firmly around me anew. “Release me! You coward! You BASTARD! Where IS (Y/N)!” I bellowed ripping myself from their grasp, multiplying myself in an instant to deal with their incompetence while my true form walked slowly up to the ever so grand paragon of Asgardian leadership.

“Jodenheim.”

My heart stopped. And the next thing I knew I was being held on the ground by my brother, the God of Thunder, Thor. “Loki! Stop this!” He yelled. Before thinking anything of his sudden appearance, I fought from under his strong grip to wrap my hands around Odin’s throat. To say so with such heartlessness? To say so with such unperturbed calm? In a sudden moment of clarity I was struck with realization… I looked behind me at my brother. “You…,” I spat at him, “You put her there.” I stared at my brother, searching his eyes for admission as he tried to avoid my gaze. “YOU PUT HER THERE!” I howled, struggling to wrap my hands around Thor’s throat. “After everything brother! After I gave my life for you… for JANE! YOU DARED TO PUT (Y/N) ON JODENHEIM!” I watched my brother struggle with this slap of reality- nevertheless, he would not let me go. “Loki, please” he whispered, “Go. Go retrieve her. I was sent to leaver her there- I did. But she’s hidden. I’ve hidden her. Far from anyone discovering her.” I stared at him, blinking incredulously. Quicker than my raging heartbeat, duplicated our illusion so as Odin would not hear us. 

“You-,”

“Loki, we must go now. I will go with you. We will retrieve her. But we must leave before it’s too late.”

Shivers would not cease to rip through your body. The thin fabric of your silken dresses barely helping to keep any heat radiating within you. Luckily, Thor had given you his cloak… else you might be dead right now. You couldn’t help but laugh (for other wise you’d cry) at the turn of events as had occurred. Today was meant to be the day of which you were meant to feel the most alive… instead here you were; banished to an ice planet, facing my every minute a greater and greater prospect of death. Your teeth chattered viciously as you tried to breathe hot air down your dress, and a yelp left your lips as a gust of freezing wind whizzed past you. Though the winds whistled piercingly, swallowing your cries no sooner than they’d left your chattering teeth, you could not detain the sobs that began to escape your chest. You began to truly believe you were banished here, in Jodenheim, forever.

The only comforting thought in your mind was the fading memory of Thor’s promise to return for your.

And with hopeless fear, you sat and began praying to… to… no one. You trembled as the realization of sending your helpless prayers to Odin would no longer be your salvation, for he was the one to place you here, in the land of the frost giants, in first place. To place your here for simply loving his son. For being the one to stand alongside him through everything; good or bad. And though the bad seemed to overrule his ledger, you’d never have left his side. And for that, Odin deemed you worthy of punishment. And so, you sent your prayers out to an empty abyss, and an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness began to consume your heart. You couldn’t help the tears that began to freeze down your cheeks as you curled up into yourself, both out of grief and in a ridiculous effort to generate warmth.

“Please, help him. I beg thee glorious stars above, I’ve only loved Loki with every facet of my being. I’ve only ever been guilty of loving him. And I’ll never cease. I’ll never cease,” you cried. “I beg you, please, help us. Help us to be together again. To love, to stand alongside one another. Oh stars please, do not defy me. I want to go home. I want to go home to my love-“ you stopped suddenly, cut off by the unexpected feel of two large arms wrapping themselves around you. With a gasp, you looked up, expecting to find Thor… but instead were met by a pair of the most crystal blue eyes you’d recognized in your life. Your heart seemed to physically burst from it’s chest. A sob twisted in your throat before you could find your voice, then, with a sudden burst; “Loki!” you screamed. Still crouching on the frozen rocks you’d taken refuge in, you threw yourself (though it was more of a fall at that point) around the darkly clad God. Tears and sobs flowed uncontrollably from your body as Loki began to sooth you with kisses to every part of your numb face. It seemed as though his touch alone was enough to restore every drop of warmth inside you anew. But greedy as you were- you dug your face into his neck, trying to push yourself as close to him as you could; If you could be literally have been inside him, it still wouldn’t have been enough. After a moment, he brought you to your feet and pressed you up against him- you immediately wrapped yourself around his torso as a gust of wind flew up your skirts. The dark green fabrics of his cloak suddenly wrapping around your shivering and sobbing body as he continued to sooth you, shielding you from the storm with one hand pressed to the back of your head, as the other pressed you to him as if he’d never let go again. 

A scraping metallic sound arose then from the entrance of the stone cave, and until then you hadn’t realized that another figure was present amongst you and Loki. The figures long hair and unmistakable crimson red cape blew through the cave as another gust of wind tore through it’s crevice. “Thor!” You yelled through chattered teeth and tears, trying your best to keep a grateful smile on your face. As you tried to walk to him and give him thanks for keeping his promise of return for you, Loki’s arms would not move from their adamant place around you. You looked up at him confused, but were met with the sight of his furious expression, contorted toward his brother in a terrifying glare. A cold sweat quickly shot through you. You squeezed your arms around him, trying to pull his attention back toward you and away from the murderous daggers he shot his brother behind the icy blue glow of his eyes. A gust of wind suddenly boomed around you, and seeming to blow right through your very being, you quickly became victim of a violent shiver that ripped right through your bod, causing an involuntary shriek to escape your lips. Loki’s eyes grew a shade of blue you had never seen before- like that of the dark abyss’ surrounding the outskirts of this dreadful planet; a dark blue that made both God’s and Man alike fear the dark depth’s of.

“Loki, I promised you she was safe.” Thor began cautiously. And that was enough to set Loki aflame; “Safe? You promised she was hidden. Not safe, no. If you promised her safety she would be on Asgard; HOME. With ME.” 

“L..L…oki-“ you tried to calm him through chattering teeth. You could barely get out a sentence at this point, for it seemed when Loki’s anger intensified, the chill of Jodenheim did too. Before continuing with your plea, you were quickly met with the wrath of his dark eyes, “Are you defending him?” He asked you with a look of disgust. His reaction left you silent- another chill rippling through you out of fear of what would happen if you did. You wanted to, yes. You knew he was being unfair- especially given it being his fault you were even sent here in the first place. But between Loki’s fury and the shivers rattling through you, you decided to get to the point and make him understand later. “I..m s..sa..afe,” You mustered through chattering teeth and numb lips, trying to place you trembling hands on the sides of his face. A gesture that seemed only to change his look of disgust into that of anger, and quickly you were swept into his arms. You gripped onto him tightly as you could, then, finding you could barely use your strengths at all (your arms were almost completely numb), you inadvertently added more flames to Loki’s already raging fire. As you made your way out of the cave, he stopped beside his brother. “Don’t you dare believe I’m done with you,” he warned darkly. Though you knew Thor was strong, when it came to his brother or anyone in his family, his conscience did not take accusations of betrayal lightly. You looked to Thor empathetically, giving him a thankful glance before Loki carried you off.

#Loki imagine #loki x reader #loki laufeyeson #loki of asgard #loki fanfic #marvel

[fearlessrelic]

❈ ∫#DontHoldTheSalt ∫ ❈

[[I had been through a lot of weird and unexplainable things in my life that bordered along the realm of crazy. Things that most people wouldn’t believe or would politely smile at while labeling me crazy even though it was nothing but the cold hard truth — yet, here I was, sitting in the backseat with two hunters, who weren’t just your regular top-of-the-line deer hunting fanatics that collected their prize and mounted them on the wall. At this point, that option might have been safer, but of course nothing ever was normal for me, not even in the same area code as normal hunting. They were two hunters who had hunted the supernatural — there was no punch line. It had been a few months since fates had aligned and by that I meant that I had finally decided to stop acting as a curse to the people in my life and give them their best shot, and I knew that could happen only in one way and that was without me in the picture. Of course, things never went as planned and family wouldn’t be family if they never tracked you down and stuck to you like glue so it was more of a compromised situation of back and forth; trying to live a somewhat normal life in Mystic Falls and trying to help save people (it was the least I could do after everything that had happened because of me… the people who had died for me, because of me.) Apart of the reason was also because I knew that my family had meddled in this line of work, hunting vampires and if I could carry any piece of them with me, I would.

Even if it meant playing dress up and I realized that this line of work had more costume changes than I would have expected. We had come here the day before, dressed up as FBI agents, to get a proper look at this house after I had seen the article in the newspaper when I had gone out for a coffee and bagel run for the three of us yesterday morning, handing it to Sam as soon as I had gotten back to the motel room with a “Hey, Sam, so get this….” and a cheeky grin on my part. The headline reading: “Man and woman found dead in house” which was wasn’t exactly eye-catching (the immunization had grown strong) but it was the details of the story that we found sketchy (And the fact that the man and woman were found dead in bed…. by his wife. Scandalous.) and that this wasn’t the first time this had happened, that was the red flag. With a little research, we had found that this had been a reoccurring trail – with “mysterious” deaths happening in that house and spanning the past forty seven years starting in 79’, when a woman found both her husband and his mistress in a whirlwind affair — with them in bed together. In panic, he killed his wife so he could be with the other woman. The string of stories all followed a similar narrative: A young recently married couple moves in, everything is happy for the first couple of months… until it isn’t. Suddenly the wife starts accusing the husband of infidelity and sooner or later the husband ends up realizing that hell really hath no fury like a woman scorned. That fury ending up in both his death and the woman. Sounded like our kinda’ work, in fact, I had been pretty proud of myself when I found the case just outside of where we were at the moment in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was the little victories and I was still getting the whole hang of this “hunting” thing (clearly not fast enough, according to Dean, but I hadn’t died yet … so that was a plus.) We had already been placing a bet on it being some ghostly activity after the EMF meter went haywire and how his grieving wife told us that she had felt the temperature drop moments before she found her husband and the other woman in bed. Only the other woman that had been in bed with him had been the one to kill him (and then herself) before the wife saw something “leaving the woman’s body”. The original victim had been punishing anyone who dared crossing over the lines of infidelity. This had just driven the point home — with a vengeful home run. We had learned that the original woman, Tabitha Fields, had been cremated (of course, why make things easy?) Still, this situation was definitely up there in terms of weird. But it could be worse, so there was that. Which was also why I was sitting in the back seat right now, outside of the house, getting ready to make a (hopefully quiet) home invasion. There was something clearly tying Tabitha to this house (other than the horrid memory of her cheating, murderous husband) and we had to find whatever it was and burn its remains. All while sneaking into someone’s house. No biggie.

I never wanted to be an inconvenience to the brothers or just be someone they had to look out for to make sure that I didn’t wind up being ghost chow, so I had made sure they knew that I was serious about this hunting thing. Even took them to the lake house to show them my parents hunting weapons that were hidden behind the hollow wall and introduced them to Alaric who had played a huge hand in creating what Damon liked to call a “Buffy” version of me. I wasn’t exactly Buffy material but I could take on a vampire and still live to tell the tale so that was something in my books. Apparently not in Dean’s.

"Really? You used a friggin’ pencil to kill a vampire, ‘Lena? Did you want to die?“

I sighed. "A stake. I used a stake."

He was looking at me as if he were speaking to a child who couldn’t grasp a concept that he knew well. "Stake, pencil, might as well be the same damn thing. It is. Do you understand how dangerous it is to get that close to a vampire? You’d be vamp-chowder in three seconds flat."

Sam had been a bit on the softer side, polite suggestion in his voice after a glare at Dean, "Next time we take out a nest, we’ll show you how to behead them. No stakes required."

After that, Dean had taken it upon himself to be my self-proclaimed teacher in "the art of killing all evil sons of bitches.” His methods were…. I mean, he wasn’t Alaric, and by that I meant that his patience was null and maybe it was just me, but the correlation to finishing a lesson and him drinking right afterwards was really high. But then again – that was Dean. He didn’t like it when I interjected with a “but that was how Alaric taught me” but worse was when I used Damon’s name. That was when I saw that hinge to his jaw tighten and him going very still. I wasn’t sure exactly why but I think it had something to do with the fact that I was holding a vampire’s opinions and skill over his. It wasn’t all bad — I had learned a lot from him and Sam and even though there was a surplus amount of lore that had my head spinning with all the information, I think I’d be able to pass a monster knowledge test if it came down to it. I had also seen enough (and been in) enough of the action to know what it came down to. Sadly, I had made this boast to Dean after he saw the article and he turned it around into a test. “Let’s see if the past few training lessons did you any good."

"But I’ve never dealt with a vengeful spirit before."

"You will now, so buckle up, kiddo. They are a bitch to deal with. ” And then there was that grin – he either wanted to see me fail so he could tell me I needed more practice or he actually thought that I could do it without getting anyone killed.

"Don’t worry, we’ll all be there together.“ This is why I was grateful to have Sam around — always with the reassurance.

Dean clearly had a different idea. "Hey Elena, what do use if the spirit comes too close?"

"Anything made of copper.” Forcing a completely serious mask that erased completely as I saw his face contort with an expression that read: “You have to be kidding me” so I decided to stop humoring him and say matter of factly, “Anything made of iron. But if I have enough distance then….” patting my pocket to where I had my gun, “… the rock salt will do."

My smile was smug, getting out of car and I heard Sam chuckle, one that was quickly cut by Dean, clearly gruff, "Good, at least you got that down” but I saw that little smile. I did. “Now if—"

Dean didn’t get too far in his explanation, a shrill scream piercing through the air and suddenly we were all running towards the direction of the house to where we heard it, the boys wasting no time in breaking the door with a kick. I had my gun out, safety off, alert and scanning the area for any sign of ghostly presence, Dean already way ahead and going up the stairs to search for the wife, Jane. I wasn’t really sure what to expect. I mean, I knew we weren’t dealing with Casper the Friendly Ghost but I also hoped that I wasn’t going to end up with nightmares. That was when I saw it…. her. Sam fired without hesitation and she dispersed into thin air but I knew it wouldn’t last.

"That was… something."

There was a small chuckle from Sam. "Yeah, tell me about it. It won’t hold her down for long."

That was when Dean came down with a very trembling Jane, who looked like she had seen a ghost. I mean, she had.

"Look, we don’t have time to explain but you’re being haunted by a ghost who is pissed that her husband was getting action elsewhere so just try not to freak out and stay with us.” Ah Dean, always the comforter.

I smiled reassuringly at the girl, hoping I didn’t come off as anxious as I felt and that was when I saw [her] behind Jane, hand drawing up and with a quick “Get down, now!” I shot at the ghost.

“Salt! Get the sa—” Sam cut off as he suddenly got flung back against the wall.

Damn it.

I dashed into the kitchen, scrambling to find the salt in the cupboards, finally finding two boxes behind way too many seasonings and running back to find Dean toppled over on top of Sam. Heart racing, adrenaline haywire, I fired again, Jane yelping in fear as the spirit had gotten a bit too close for comfort before dispersing into air.

" 'Lena, get her in a circle now! “

I grabbed the trembling woman’s hand, voice soft but urgent "I’m going to need you to stay right in this circle, okay? If you stay here, she won’t be able to hurt you.” After a wobbly lip she barely managed to get out a yes but she did and I had already begun shaking out the salt around her until I felt something hit my legs with such painful force, sending me flinging across a table, along with the salt.

Shit. I heard them calling my name.

"I’m okay.“ I assured them. Nothing was broken.

Casper really did not want to be friendly today. I heard some shots being fired off one after the other, pushing myself back up to see Dean and Sam circling around Jane in protection.

"What the hell do you think that she is tied to?” Dean asked, gun at the ready.

"Well - it has to be something… something to with the reason of death. The affair.“ Sam’s eyes were everywhere, scanning the entire room.

I grabbed the box of salt that was strewn on the floor, hoping it was enough to finish the circle I was making.

"That’s a freaking oval, Elena! Seriously?” Leave it Dean to not be able to stop nitpicking something about what I was doing in the middle of a battle match.

“How on earth does this look like an oval to you? It’s clearly a circle.” “Elena, do we need to go over our shape—"

"Uh, guys, can you argue over shapes later. Sorta in the middle of something right now.” Sam coming in with the white flag, looking at the ring of salt. “That’s fine."

I made a face at Dean, hearing a grunt and inaudible string of words in response and that was when the lights around us started to flicker…

"It sucks that your husband cheated on you and killed but you do you have to be such a bitch?”–

I turned to give Dean the “really” look.

…flicker until all the lamps around us exploded, causing us to crouch and shield ourselves from the glass fragments. It was in the midst of this that I caught eye of the bracelet that Jane was wearing. A delicate cuff with a heart charm dangling from it. It looked so familiar…. so… and then a light went off, this time, without any sharp pieces and in my head.

"That’s a nice bracelet. Where did you get it from?“

She looked confused. "What?"

And there Tabitha was again, looking as menacing as ever and charging towards us.

"Your bracelet. Where did you get it?"

She looked at me like I was crazy. "When Brad and I were unboxing out stuff, we found it in the attic and I thought it was pre—”

I cut her off. “I think it’s what’s tying her to this place. Quick!” There was clear panic in my voice now.

The girl quickly complied with fumbling fingers, Dean threw me a lighter as Sam aimed at Tabitha a moment too late as she changed course to fly over their heads and send whatever centerpieces that were in the foyer flying towards him and Dean before pining them against the wall. Igniting the flame, I burned the bracelet and hoped to the powers that be that my hunch was correct and not just a hunch. Otherwise, we were screwed. The moment the bracelet started to burn into nothing, there was a piercing scream from the ghost of Tabitha who also erupted into flames before turning into dust, with her removal, bringing Sam and Dean to the floor.

"You did it!“ a breathy Dean exclaimed and I heard a hint of proudness in his words, and it made me feel good.

"How’d you figure out that it was the bracelet?” Sam pushed himself up before giving Dean a hand.

We were all dusting ourselves off now, and I was still completely reeling from this clear adrenaline rush.

“I saw Tabitha wearing it from the pictures on the news articles online and I just took a guess. Her husband was the one who had probably given it to her for a special occasion. So it would’ve acted like a symbol of what they had…. or so I hoped."

"Clearly it was a good shot to take.” Sam smiled down at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.

We made sure Jane was alright, calming her down a little and going over the aftermath basics so she didn’t go into shock and within fifteen minutes we were out of there, heading towards the car as Dean spoke.

"You know, if only Tabitha decided to join in with her husband and the other chick, none of this woulda’ happened and everyone could be happy. Three is a party that ain’t dead.“

Sam raised his brow as if to go "Really, dude?” and I verbalized it with a clear look of distaste and a “You’re so gross and such a pig."

I heard Dean laugh under his breath as I wrinkled my nose at the thought, getting into the car and slumping back against the seat, it finally sinking in that I had taken out that spirit in the spur of the moment and I hadn’t gotten completely scared or forgotten what to do. I finished a case and my smile was all too wide, all too ready to throw in a "I told you so” in Dean’s direction.

“Hey, Dean, so did I pass the test?"

Brown eyes met his through the rearview mirror, and for some reason, I felt myself go warm but he said nothing to me as he turned onto a different road that would lead us to the highway. He didn’t have to say anything either — I saw the way his mouth curved up with my question, twitching into a smile that was smug and entirely knowing as he stared ahead at the road.

In that, I had my answer.

Settling back more comfortably into the seat because I knew it would be awhile until we stopped, mirroring his smug smile and closing my eyes.

Today had been about more than just me finally taking on a case than just the research portion of it all. It had been to prove a point — not only to him, but myself. I was here to stay.]] ❈ ∫#DontHoldTheSalt ∫ ❈

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