#i hate having to submit with git

[another-atom]

going to take an edX math course just to feel something

[imagineweasley]

Soundproof (Or Not)

Remus x F reader

summary: you and remus just can't keep their hands off each other, especially when there's alcohol involved. what happens when you two find an empty room and don't soundproof it?

warnings: oral and penetrative sex, drunk sex, LOUD sex, some slapping (of the ass, nothing else)

y/n: your name

word count: 2.4k

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"... And so as soon as he pulled out his wand -- probably to stun me, that's the only thing he knows how to do -- I gave him antlers on his head. Gave him a little mark of me." James was bragging about his latest vanquishment against Snape, running his hands through his hair and stealing glances at Lily, who just looked at me and rolled her eyes. I myself had been zoning out, staring at the trimming on the window straight ahead of me. It was an almost every day ritual for James to come boasting to someone about how he terrorized Snape that day. The days that he didn't have a story for us were the days that he'd been unsuccessful and Snape had won for the day.

James caught Lily's eye roll and stumbled to save himself, "Er -- but I did take him to Madame Pomfrey's straight after of course, I would never just leave him like that..." he trailed off as Lily stalked away.

"Honestly James, I don't know why you keep thinking that’s going work, we all know it won't impress her." Regulus took a slow sip of his drink and leaned back on the couch, smirking at James, "Also, we all know you would never take Snape to Madame Pomfrey, who do you think you're fooling?"

"Whatever." James sulked over the the table and poured himself another shot of firewhisky.

"What a git." I felt someone throw their arm around me and bury their face in the curve of my neck, and immediately knew who it was. I turned to face my boyfriend, who was grinning drunkenly down at me, "We keep telling him to get over himself, deflate his head a bit if he wants Lily, but he's a lost cause." I pulled Remus down next to me on the couch and gave him a sloppy kiss before holding my drink up to his lips. I was a bit drunk and tipped the cup too fast, and some of it sloshed onto his shirt. He choked on his laugh and pulled back, and then buried his face into my neck once more.

"Oopsie daisy." I giggled and leaned into him, and he gave me a big, fat, wet kiss on my exposed shoulder.

"Euuugh I hate you two." Regulus made a face and judgmentally took a sip from his cup

"Reggieee, you know you looove us." I twirled my finger in a circle at him and leaned towards him, but I leaned too far and ended up falling face first into the couch. Wobbling, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and exaggeratedly batted my eyelashes at Reg, who maintained his cringe but the corner of his eyes crinkled a tad, betraying his amusement.

Remus leaned over me, twirling his finger in a circle at Regulus the way that I had, and sang, "Yeah Reg, I know you're a lover boyyyy, you can't fool meee, I see the way you look at James!" He then proceeded to lose his balance and fall heavily on top of me and I laughed, shoving him back up just enough so I could turn onto my back, facing him.

"Oh, hello gorgeous." Remus's eyes sparkled as he leaned in and kissed me, this time sliding his tongue in so our tongues were dancing.

I heard Reg pretend-retch and felt him push himself off the couch, but I didn't care. I was too drunk to care at this point and I was already making out with Remus, so no point in stopping. I swung my arm around his neck and pulled him even closer to me. I gently bit his lip and felt him harden against my stomach.

He pulled away, breathing heavily, and dove into my neck, running his tongue from my collarbone to right under my throat. I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan.

"You two! Go get a room for Merlin's sake! No one wants to see that!" Sirius materialized next to us and pulled Remus by his shirt off of the couch.

"Hey! You plonker!" Remus shoved Sirius and managed to capture my hand in his and, tripping over his feet, dragged me behind him to the stairs.

Sirius called after us over the cackling of James and Peter, "And please make it soundproof this time! The whole of the common room doesn't need to hear you guys -- again!"

We stumbled into his bedroom, giggling, and as soon as the door shut, Remus slammed me against the door and was all over me. He was back on my neck, kissing it and sucking so hard I knew it was going to leave a mark the next morning, but I didn't care. I moaned loudly and tangled my fingers in his hair, and his hands slid down from my waist to my ass and groped, grinding into me.

"Wait, wait Remus," I wriggled under him and he pulled away immediately, and breathlessly asked, "What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing, just a second." I pulled my wand from my bun, where I had tucked it for safekeeping, and pointed it backwards at the door, "Silencio! Silencio! Why isn't it working?" Remus laughed and took the wand out of my hand, placing it gently on top of the dresser next to him, "My beautiful girl, that's because the door doesn't talk." He then reached past me and turned the lock with a soft click.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I don't care, Sirius can deal with it then." I grabbed Remus's shirt and, walked backwards towards the bed, pulling the messy-haired boy with me.

"Dear god, y/n."

I kissed him again and sucked on his neck so that I could leave a mark on him as well. I dropped down onto the bed and slid onto my knees, fumbling with his belt and expertly unbuttoning his jeans. I looked up through my lashes at my very turned on boyfriend, evident by the rock hard length in his pants.

I hooked my finger in the waistband of his briefs and whispered, "Are you hard for me, Remus? Is your cock this hard for me?"

"Yes, y/n, yes, I need you now." I smirked at him a nd pulled his briefs down, revealing his lengthy dick. It sprung up and slapped me on the cheek and I giggled before sliding it into my mouth.

Remus moaned so loudly that I knew anyone would be able to hear us outside the room. I got wetter at his sound and and moaned on him, and I knew the vibrations made his breath catch. He placed his hand on the back of my head, fixated on the way my head was moving up and down along him. He started to slowly move his waist forward, trying to get deeper in, and I welcomed him, opening my throat up to his shaft. I looked up at him the way I knew he liked and his brows scrunched as he got even harder in my mouth.

"Y/n... you drive me insane --" Remus cut himself off with a groan as I pushed his dick deeper down my throat. I choked but continued to push him deeper, eyes watering. His hips were fully jerking into me now, and his fingers had tightened into a fist in my hair. Suddenly, he pulled my head back and his cock fell out of my mouth with a pop.

He reached down and pulled me up by my wrists, tossing me onto my back onto my bed, "I just can't wait any longer y/n, I need to be inside you now."

"Please," I whimpered, the fire in my pussy was begging for a good fucking, "Please Remus, I need you." Remus crashed his lips onto mine before ripping my shirt over my head and throwing it to the other side of the room. I scrambled to yank his shirt off his body and threw it off the bed too. He stepped out of his pants and then reached down to unbutton my jeans, and yanked that off my legs. He ran his middle finger along my pussy lips, still in my underwear, and snickered, "Damn baby, you're so wet for me. You're soaking."

A whine escape my throat and his smirk grew bigger.

"Beg." His eyes were dark with lust now.

"Please..."

"Please what, y/n?" His hand was slipping into my underwear now.

"Please, Remus, I need this so bad, I need this you so bad."

He growled and plunged two fingers into me. I groaned at the relief as he pumped them in and out. His mouth found my sensitive nipples and sucked hard, the way I liked it, and my legs raised themselves to his sides.

His thumb rubbed my clit as he continued to finger me, and I felt the heat growing still, and my panting became loud moans and gasps.

"God, I'm close!" I dipped my hips down so his fingers were hitting that spot inside me over and over again --

Remus suddenly pulled his fingers out and I emitted a gutteral moan. To my relief, it wasn't long until Remus was grabbing his cock and running it up and down against my pussy lips the way he had with his skilled fingers, and he was panting hard while watching my wetness and his precum mingling together.

"Look at me, gorgeous. Look at me." I whimpered and stared into his eyes, silently begging him to put it in. I felt his tip enter me, spreading my lips apart agonizingly slowly, and a sigh escaped my mouth. I grabbed his butt and tried to push him in, willing him to go faster; the slow movement was torturous.

"Ah ah ah," He pushed against my hands, "We're doing this at my speed." But I knew just how to get him.

I gasped, "Please, Remus, please use me to do whatever you want." And I was right, Remus's eyes grew darker and he plunged fully into me. I cried out in pleasure and he slapped his hand over my mouth.

"Don't want everyone to hear, do we? Or maybe I do, maybe I want everyone to hear how loud I'm making you moan, how sexy you sound."

I couldn't help but keep moaning loudly as he pumped his cock inside of me, hips hitting my pelvis hard. His balls slapped against me at the force he was pumping into me, and I wrapped my feet around his hips to drive him in further.

It wasn't long until I was reaching that point again. "Remus! Oh my god, I'm so close baby! I'm so close!"

He reached down between us and his thumb found my clit again, rubbing gently but quickly, "You want me to make you cum? You want me to make you cum all over my dick?" I nodded furiously and pulled him into me, lips sloppily kissing his, tongue darting around his mouth. He pulled away and his tongue found my neck again and ran along the length of it, and the sensitivity only got me closer.

I felt the pressure building up inside me, the fire growing bigger and bigger. Remus felt my pussy clenching his cock and whispered into my ear, "Good girl, that's my good girl. I want you to cum for me. Cum for me baby." And that's all I needed to hear.

The fire exploded and I called out my boyfriends name as I came hard around him, and he groaned at the tightness and the expression on my face before shooting his load into me and gasping my name over and over again. Feeling him cum inside me only intensified my orgasm, which pulsed through my body. Remus moaned again and again as his dick pulsed and shot ropes into me.

Slowly, my orgasm died down and we were left panting heavily into each other. His head dropped into my shoulder and he was still moaning I hugged his neck and closed my eyes, letting my heartbeat slow down.

"God, y/n, how do you always do that to me?"

I laughed breathily and asked, "Do what?"

"Cum so hard that I can't feel my body anymore."

I giggled as he flopped next to me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed my forehead and gazed into my eyes. "You know you're so beautiful right?" My cheeks flushed even more than they already were, and I kissed him.

"You're my handsome boy, honey, my sweetest boy."

He traced his finger along my jaw and we rested in each others' arms for a couple minutes.

"Shall we?"

Remus opened his eyes at my voice, "Shall we what?"

I smiled mischievously at him, sitting up and pulling him up with me, "I want to hear Sirius taunt you so we're going back out to the party."

Remus groaned and tried to flop back onto the bed, but I held his hand firmly and kept him upright.

"Come on, Remus!" I tossed his clothes at him, shitting him in the chest, and he reluctantly pulled them on.

"You are pure evil, y/n. Pure evil."

I snickered and, fully dressed, ran my fingers through my hair before throwing it up when I realized it was too tangled for me to make it look presentable.

I pulled Remus off the bed and dragged him towards the door, him still hopping to get his leg through his pants. I swung the door open and Remus buttoned his pants just in time for us to reach the common room, where, of course, Sirius was waiting to tease his friend. He whopped and slapped Remus on the back, "Didn't I tell you to soundproof the wall, Moony?" Some "ooooh"s broke out amongst the crowd and Remus rolled his eyes before pulling me close to him. Lily thrust another drink in my hand with a smug smile.

"Thanks to you, y/n, I just got eight galleons from Marlene." Turns out, they had made four galleons on how long it would take until Remus and I disappeared, and then another four on whether we'd be loud enough for them to hear.

"You are so welcome Lily, and if you make that bet again for the next party, I can get you some more and make you a rich woman."

Remus laughed from next to me and I turned to smile up at him. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips and then the head before he pushed Sirius, who was still "Oooooh"ing next to us again. I laughed into the kiss and we returned to the party, this time more satisfied than before.

[alipeeps]

Episode 28

OMG he is such a git! I'm love him!

Oh damn Li Lun somehow got there before them?

Your "old friend" eh? Well Wen Zongyu's definitely not going to want Princess Longyu to give Li Lun a dragon scale... cos he's counting on that poison to force Li Lun to submit to him.

Meng Xuan? Is that Wen Zongyu then? Did he go by a different name?

Oh dang, so they are blackmailing *her* to get Zhu Yan's inner core now? Jfc.

Just what DOES Wen Zongyu want the ever-burning wood for that he is willing to go to such lengths?

Uhhhh that might not be a story though?

Hahahaaaa Zhao Yuanzhou loves teasing people with flirty comments but when someone does it back to him?

Ohhh what the fuck there's a sick (pregnant?) wife and baby in Wen Zongyu's past? And he was cosying up to Princess Longyu to get a scale to heal/revive wifey? And is that what he's still trying to do with his demon experiments and his obsession with the ever-burning wood?

Ohhh so Meng Xuan was his.. apprentice? And he used his name when seducing Princess Longyu.

And... Wen Xiao's dad also called Wen Zongyu his senior? Did he also work for him?

Whyyy though would she still care to know what "Meng Xuan" wrote to her? She hated him and tried to kill him.

Oooh that's the first time I've noticed less than stellar sound production in this show. Loud atmospheric sounds of the waterfall etc and then abruptly dropped to muffled as soon as it switched to close up for a conversation.

So Zhao Yuanzhou may have promised Zhuo Yuanzhou to stop seeking death... but he's still more than willing to offer his death as a solution to any given problem.

Ugh my heart.

Oh dang, that sounds awfully familiar!!

(Although, guys, guys? Do you mind if I just maybe point out something very important that you don't seem to be considering? Zhao Yuanzhou's willingness to die for the cause aside... why has it not occurred to you to wonder what exactly Wen Zongyu wants Zhao Yuanzhou's inner core/the ever-burning wood for? Cos the answer to that question may make it imperative that he NOT get it - for any reason!!

Oh dang.

Oh fuuuuuck.... my heart....

Oh shit, once Zhuo Yichen makes up his mind, that's it. Our boy is ride or die for the Great Demon.

Seriously? They're gonna fight over this? Fall out over this?

Don't you fucking do it Zhao Yuanzhou!!

Pleeeeeease tell me this is all a clever ploy?

(I'd love for it to turn out that that whole argument about the inner core was acted out for the benefit of Chongwu camp spies, to fool them into thinking the core the Princess will bring them is real)

SO WHY GO TO ALL THAT FUCKING TROUBLE TO GET IT?!!!

Ahahahaaaa it was a set up (I sure hope that means the inner core is fake)

AHA!! I did wonder why it looked like Wen Xiao held something up but it didn't show what it was!!

Hahahaaa. Hao de.

He didn't see the fucking message and didn't know they were acting!

Mind you... to be fair to him, if he didn't know they were acting then he was the only one who didn't know Zhao Yuanzhou was fucking faking removing his inner core and sacrificing himself!!

He's sooo embarrassed cos he outright expressed his care for Zhao Yuanzhou in front of everyone...

Such fucking fondness in the way Zhao Yuanzhou looks at him!!

Oh nice girl, get your revenge...

Oh shiiitt... the way Zhao Yuanzhou reaches to comfort Wen Xiao as Princess Longyu explains that giving away her reverse scale will cause her clan to die.

Is he immune to the poison because of the demon blood experiments he's been doing all these years?

Ahhh shit he was expecting a trick and had the fake skin on so the poison never touched his skin.

I know it's not exactly honorable etc, but really guys... instead of just hanging out upstairs listening to shit go down you COULD just fucking put a few arrows in Wen Zongyu and remove his as a threat for good?

Aaaaand that's what's behind his hatred of demons and his plan to kill them all. And I am guessing that plan is what he needs the ever-burning wood for.

Dumbass

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hand-holding!!

Fuuuuck these kinds of conversations about inevitable endings do NOT bode well for the ending!!

And here's where I think the translation is a bit lacking. They keep translating it as "Don't be afraid." But what he's actually saying is "Bu yong pa". There is no use in being afraid. Which to me is not quite the same thing.

"Don't be afraid" means "Hey, don't worry/no need to worry, it'll be fine." It's reassuring.

"There is no use is being afraid" means "It's pointless being afraid, your fear serves no purpose. Things will happen the way they will regardless of your fear." It's fatalistic rather than reassuring.

Okaaaay so they are still teasing that without giving us the answer...

You FUCKERS!! WAs that a goddamn actual kiss, shown only in blurred focus from a distance?!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Well, I was gonna say there IS a fucking rush cos a) you need to save Bai Jiu and b) fucking Ao YIn is planning to steal it from you...

But to be fair Zhao Yuanzhou's got the right idea... they don't even know how to repair the damn sword...

Ying Lei is such a fucking dumbass.

"Then nothing can go wrong" Well jfc that's just tempting fate. Famous last words if ever I heard em.

Oh god pleeeease, do I really need to remind you, Ying Lei, that Ao Yin is a shapeshifter?!

(Also didn't you tag them with powder that you claimed you can use to track and identify them?)

Oh good, you're not all that stupid.

But seriously you knew Ao Yin would come for it, why would you leave only one person guarding it? And not even your strongest person at that. This is just dumb folks...

Oh? Where the fuck has this come from?

Uuuuhhh did Zhao Yuanzhou intend to let Li Lun have the dragon scale?

Or...

As I suspected!! It's not even in the box! So what is he up to? He suggested they wait to repair the sword and then he removed the scale from the box and sealed the box with a spell he knew Li Lun could break and left it guarded by only one person....

[sailtomarina]

Hate you

“That is not what Professor Vector meant, and you know it!” Hermione snarled, slamming her hands down on top of the desk so hard their ink bottles threatened to fall off.

It was with quick reflexes that Malfoy snatched them away from the edge and slid them back to safety. For what had to be the millionth time that term, Hermione hated herself for appreciating anything about the blonde git.

Why, oh, why, did he have to be her partner in Advanced Arithmancy?

She cursed her duties as Head Girl and the rest of their classmates for leaving the seat next to Malfoy open when she came waltzing into the room late. She had no choice but to sit next to him on that first day.

She couldn’t just say no when Professor Vector announced their seat mates would be their partners for the rest of the school term. Hermione had an example to set. She not only had to put forward the first foot towards inter-house unity, she also knew how important it was to show others that forgiveness was a living, breathing thing. 

She couldn’t just preach the gospel of healing post-war; she had to live it.

So, she accepted the assignment without complaint.

She’d nodded at the announcement as if it was only natural that she partner with the boy who’d bullied her since childhood, who’d taught her all about blood purity, who’d let murderers into their school, who’d seen her scream and bleed, and who had now returned along with scant few others to re-do their final year.

She hated him. She also pitied him. More importantly, she hated him.

Today, he’d had the nerve to try and correct her part of their current project.

He took a deep breath before replying. “You can’t just assume that Scranton’s Formula applies in this instance. There are additional variable to consider—”

“I am not assuming!” she protested. “Scranton fits too perfectly to not be correct and whatever ‘other variables’ might exist don’t matter when the answer is obvious.”

She knew she was right. She couldn’t not be right, particularly with Malfoy thinking otherwise.

“Does that mean you’re already aware of Livingston’s Theorem?”

Hermione sputtered at the term, “Of course I’m aware of it! Livingston is not applicable here, or anywhere, really—”

“Why not?” Malfoy sat down and she absolutely hated that he did. It was like he expected their argument to take a long time.

“Livingston was a quack! Anyone who takes Divination into account like he does obviously knows nothing worth my time.” She refused to sit. She was right and there was nothing else to discuss.

“You are aware Arithmancy and Divination are related fields, right?” he pressed.

“They were such that Arithmancy evolved to include actual facts and data, rendering Divination completely useless.” She’d concede at least that much.

The few students still remaining behind in the classroom looked warily over at them almost like they were worried the two would break into a fight. Hermione wanted to roll her eyes at their unnecessary concern. 

“Why don’t we both submit our findings and we’ll allow Vector to decide who’s correct?” Malfoy suggested.

“Professor Vector.”

He looked amused at her correction, and it was that smug twitch of his lips that sent Hermione over the edge.

“God, I hate you,” she muttered.

All traces of a smile faded from his face, replaced with a grimace that vanished nearly as quickly as it had appeared. Hermione had the distinct feeling she was looking at a mask that only pretended to be Draco Malfoy.

“You’re welcome to write whatever you want, Granger. I’ll still include my own research and we can make it clear that our opinions and findings differ. Professor Vector should appreciate the additional viewpoints even if I’m wrong,” he said stiffly.

Before Hermione could respond, he gathered his belongings and walked away.

Hermione didn’t think she owed him an apology for snapping at him as she had, but she did feel a little hollow at the way he’d just taken it. Their arguments always seemed to end that way—she’d inevitably get so wound up that she’d say something cutting, something true, and he’d just…accept.

She wanted to feel satisfaction at turning the tables on the git, but instead all she felt was a lingering sense of incompleteness. Did she want to keep punishing him? Did she resent his presence at Hogwarts? Did she regret testifying for him?

No. Her answer to all three was ‘no’.

So then why did she keep acting the way she did towards him?

“I hate him,” she repeated quietly.

As she walked towards the doorway, she paused by the bookshelf lining the wall. In a moss green cover, title glinting silver, was Walter Livingston’s Reinterpretations on Arithmancy. She stared at it, chewing her lip, mind rapidly rehashing the details of her research.

She sighed and slid the book into her bag.

WC 821

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

Cross posted on Tumblr and AO3

I've missed writing Dramione shorts! I've been so wrapped up in larger projects with the fests I've signed up on, that I've neglected keeping up with the snippets I like. This one doesn't have much romance, but there is a hint of something...more...if you squint hard enough :P maybe acceptance? maybe someday friendship?

[maximuswolf]

Any games you love but hate to play?

Any games you love but hate to play? Image by Crytec, Hunt: ShowdownA soloplayer's dilema in the age of GaaS / live Service GamesI absolutely love gaming, it is the most unique and immersive forms of entertainment we have and for me the biggest love that I have in gaming (and in other media) is the setting, the lore and the world that is created by the IPs. For me, gaming is an escape from people, from work, from real life and to experience meticulously created pieces of intractable art.Whis is why it absolutely bums me out when there are AMAZING concepts in some games but I just do not enjoy playing them. For me it is more often than not, due to the Online aspect of it or the "hook" to make people keep playing. I am no slouch, I can hold my own, I can aim, as in my "youth" playing a lot of CS has ingrained some sense of aim into my muscle memory. But sweaty PvP is no longer my jam, especially when the game around it is something amazing. I simply do not have the time to learn best tactics, new updates, metas and so on. So without a further Yap, let me get to the point:I love Hunt: Showdown, but I hate to play it. I adore the look, the lore, the world, the mechanics, the enemies and the vibe. Oh Man the VIBE! But I absolutely hate playing it against other people. I am employed and I have variety of games I play with my limited time. I do not have time to "git gud" in one game anymore. Which is completely "my own fault". But that is why this digs so deep. The game is everything that I Vibe with BUT the PvP ruins the immersion the game has. Not only because people will optimize fun out of a game, but also because once you spot real players, your brain goes into "VIDEOGAME" mode, which means all the things in the game could just be grey boxes with no texture enemies, as at that point, the visuals do not matter, the world does not matter, only thing that matters is to kill the enemy player and it gets gamey. No longer a immersive world.Same thing with Escap From Tarkov. I did get around this a few times when I installed the SP mod. That felt like a breath of fresh air. It was amazing.This also happens a lot with Looter shooters like Destiny and Division. I love the world, the settings, the mechanics and the VIBE, but once I start seeing other players run around or when the looter shooter aspects comes at you, I shudder and I realize, yeah this is a game and not a cool immersive experience that sucked me into its world. Not to mention the story and how it is laid out through out seasons or events. and not organically.There are also other examples of this, but I was just looking at the Concept and Skill art of Hunt and it hit me again very hard how I love everything about the game except playing it.Do you have some similar experiences like these?inb4 "they are not MEANT to be played solo"... I know, it just sad that it is so. There are tonne of other great games for solo, these just are unique enough to be yearned for by me. But this same idea goes for genres, styles or whatever. For example I do not like horror games, but I love watching the "entirety of \*** explained in 4h" type of videos of the horror games.) Submitted February 21, 2025 at 02:41AM by Mild-Panic https://ift.tt/Qa31lsU via /r/gaming

[monriatitans]

Ta-Da! List: Monday, June 17th

The image was made in Canva; check it out at the [referral] link here!

I share my “Ta-Da! List” every day so everyone gets a daily update and I have a reminder of what I’ve accomplished.

To learn more about “Ta-Da! Lists”, and other ADHD life hacks, check out @adhdjesse’s book Extra Focus: The Quick Start Guide to Adult ADHD.

Abbreviations

- O&T: Opinions & Truth Blog - KI: Kickstarter Item - WGS: The Weekend Game Show - ASO: Artist Shout-Out - IG: Instagram - BMAC: Buy Me a Coffee - TDL: Ta-Da! List

Ta-Da! List

✧ June 16th: - chores and miscellaneous: the AC stopped working, so helped partner set up portable AC units

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ throughout the day: - kept emails manageable - loaded the dishwasher - filled out today’s TDL

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ on the mobile phone: - YouTube: watched Jim Sterling’s video “Phil Spencer’s Big Hard Decision” - Hive: shared today’s ASO - IG/Hive: shared the KI Fuck Up’s arrival

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ on the bedroom setup: - O&T: shared yesterday’s and today’s TDL to the WGS Ko-fi - Movies: watched “The Nightmare Before Christmas”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ on the office setup: - WGS: gave a human artist, Tricia Pathy, a shout-out by sharing it on O&T, Tumblr, and other social media - O&T: shared yesterday’s TDL to IG; shared an image of the KI Fuck Up, due to AI shit being used not being noticed, that arrived today to O&T, IG, and other social media; shared today’s TDL to various social media - Kickstarter: submitted a ticket regarding their allowing AI on the platform: ID #1974087 - BMAC: did the forgotten KI post for “Our Divine Ruin” by Melissa Sweeney - Branding: in Canva, created a KI Fuck Up template and watermark; found a graphic to represent Crowdfunded Reward arrivals - Gaming: played “Final Fantasy XIV” to complete the Tribal Quests, “Super Lesbian Animal RPG” for most of the day

- YouTube: watched and/or listened to: 1. Jim Sterling’s videos “A Video About The Doom Eternal Controversy”, “Elden Ring And The Tiresome Dance Of Git Guddery”, “Don’t Even JOKE About Easy Modes In Dark Souls!”, “Some Whining W*nkboys Think Aloy Looks Like A Man”, “NFT Loot Boxes Are A Thing Because Everything Is Bad”, “The Delicious Failure Of NFTs In Gaming”, “The Misadventures Of Steam’s Most Unlikeable Developer”, “I Made Steam’s Most Unlikable Developer Really Really Mad”, “Kotaku Was Right To ‘RUIN’ Zelda: Tears Of The Kingdom”, “Yes Resident Evil 4 Remake’s Microtransactions Are Bad”, “How To Refund Starfield Because The Pronouns Upset You”, “So, You’re Thinking About Dating Bobby Kotick”, “When Wizards Of The Coast Tried To Be A D&D Landlord”, “Cult Of The Lamb — A World Of Sh*t (Jimpressions)”, “Wow, The Ninendo Switch Got Mappy-Land!”, “Insights From A Terrible Galaga Game”, “The Videogames I Didn’t Completely Hate This Year Awards 2021”, “Did I Mention I Hate NFTs?”, “Obligatory Video About Microsoft Buying Activision”, “S… E… X”, “Activision’s “Diversity Tool” Is F*cking Awful”, “Game Journalism Of Thrones”, “Quiet Riot: A Cult Of Silence”, “Credit Where Credit’s Due”, and “It Gets Good After 30 Hours”

2. Morgan Foley’s video “Autistic day in the life + why so many autistics have PTSD” 3. Upper Echelon’s video “Matrix — A Pit of Abuse with Government Ties” 4. heatherstudio’s video “Best FREE Tools to Boost Your Etsy Traffic! (100K+ visits methods)”

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[ranidspace]

I only use 3 microsoft products right now.

Outlook (im hoping to get rid of it soon), Minecraft (pry it from my dead hands, the microsoft official launcher sucks total shit however Prism makes it really good, i also have not paid a single cent on it after initially buying it before microsoft even owned it), and github.

i like github reallt its just a decent git server they've recently added the ability to automatically send AI generated issues and bug reports to any codebase.

AI generated bug reports have been a thing for a while. They have been very much hated because they often are based on old issues which have already been patched, incorrectly identifying the problem, or completely hallucinating a problem in general. However people manually go to whatever chatgpt ask them about that and then manually submit these.

Microsoft has made this really easy! and just do it so fast and quick :) now you can have an easy way for everyone regardless of any technical competency to easily submit many reports on many different issues really fast :)

github issues already have a problem with spam of "umm why isnt this workingggg" when people just dont read the documentation or instructions, this will make it worse probably and also make it harder to quickly sniff out "this is a low effort report" if an ai is making something very professional looking over nothing. man

microsoft hatred masterpost

[ameliora-j]

sure // rw x reader

words: 1.8k

warnings: smut, overstimulation kinda, finger sucking, size kink if you squint, daddy kink, subspace but not focused, sort of enemies to lovers

a/n: i hate the ending to this i’m not gonna lie but aye first smut

you didn’t really know much. you learned a lot, but you never truly retained the information. after tests and exams, knowledge went just as quickly as it came. however, one thing that you did know. one thing that you were absolutely sure of was that you absolutely despised ron weasley. and nothing in the world could ever change that. you can admit, you did used to have a crush on the redhead... before you found out his true personality of arrogant asshole.

the two of you were in the same friend group, but don’t be mistaken... he was absolutely not your friend. you would first die before ever calling the selfish, pompous, arrogant git your friend. he was so full of himself. you didn’t understand how harry and hermione could be friends with someone like that.

harry and hermione were tired of the two of you constantly bickering and ignoring your—quite obvious, according to them—feelings for each other. and you guess that’s how you wound up in this situation. harry and hermione had taken both you and ron’s wands and locked you in the room of requirement with the threat: “if you two don’t speak to each other and become friends we won’t ever let you out.”

at least they made the room cozy. it was everything you needed, a small room with a bed in the center, and a desk against one of the walls. it was also accompanied with a small en-suite bathroom and water and snacks. you were happily reading in your dorm alone before hermione dragged you here, saying that it was an issue that needed immediate attention.

you had probably been here for about an hour with the redhead, sitting silently and not even looking at each other. finally, you were bored of counting seconds, so you retreated to the desk and opened your book and continued reading where you had left off, still ignoring the tall, muscular redhead laying on the bed.

it was going very well untill you began to see small paper butterflies landing on the desk in front of you. you contained your smile as you watched yet another charmed paper butterfly fly across the room and land in front of you. this caused you to close your book and spin around to face him as you set it on the desk. “did y’need something, weasley?” you asked him.

“they won’t let us out of here unless we talk. and i need to study our playbook for the next quidditch game,” he told you. you hummed softly before turning back around and opening the book again.

“i don’t have anything to say to you. you hate me, you don’t want to be my friend, and i’m okay with never speaking to you again,” you spoke, matter-of-factly as you began reading again.

you heard a deep sigh before ron’s footsteps began coming closer to you. you felt his presence behind you and he put his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. your face heat up as you swallowed thickly and bit your lip nervously. “we both know that’s not true now, is it, princess?” he smirked devilishly.

you don’t know what it was, but something in his eyes made you want to listen to his every word. do whatever he told you to. submit. you nervously shook your head as you struggled to remember exactly how to breathe. he hummed again, keeping his grip on my jaw as he stared down at me. “tell me, princess. how do you really feel?” he raised an eyebrow.

“nervous,” you croaked.

“nervous?” he hummed. “why nervous?”

“you,” you breathed out.

“i make you nervous?” he found great pleasure in this information as he smirked down at you. you nodded again and he removed his grip from you, moving to sit on the desk in front of you. “c’mere,” he beckoned, reaching his hand out.

you nervously took his hand and moved so i was standing in between his legs. his hands moved your hair away from your neck before landing on your hips and tugging you closer to him. you sucked in a gasp as your senses became engulfed with him. “y’very pretty,” he murmured into your ear before placing a soft kiss behind it. “thank you,” you stuttered as you searched for air.

“‘m gonna kiss you now,” he spoke and you nodded your consent. he tangled his hands in your hair and pulled you impossibly closer as he pressed your lips to his. it was already very clear that he was the one in charge, the kiss just solidified that as his tongue licked inside of your mouth and you mewled against his lips. he stood from the desk and lead you backwards to the bed, pushing you gently down on it and crawling over you.

“‘s this your first?” he asked, and you shook your head nervously. “good. cus ‘m not gonna be gentle,” he smirked as he began to leave kisses down your neck. you tugged gently on his shirt, causing him to sit up and pull it off. the two of you undressed each other as you continued making out.

once ron had your pants off, he began kissing down your body. you whimpered and squirmed slightly as he got down to your thighs. “please,” you whimpered breathlessly. he smirked as he pulled off your panties and left a kiss on your clit. you moaned softly, tangling your hands in his hair as he licked up your slit.

“so wet f’me,” he commented as he circled your entrance with his middle finger. “please, want it,” you whined, bucking your hips into him. he shushed you, pushing your hips back down to the mattress as he finally gave you what you want, pushing his middle fingers into you. you moaned as he curled them and quickly found that special spot.

“fuck,” you whimpered as his thumb came up to rub at your clit. “so good,” you whined as he began moving his fingers faster. you whimpered as his free hand reached up to play with your nipple, rolling the rapidly hardening bud between his fingers.

“you gonna cum?” he asked and you nodded, whimpering out a small “please,” making him smirk at how quickly he got you to submit to him.

“go head, princess,” those three words were all you needed. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as stars danced across your vision and your legs shook as you fell into ecstasy. his fingers fucked you through it and his thumb never stopped it’s circles on your clit, even as you came down.

“please, please, please,” you whimpered as you tried to squirm away from it. “one more for me, princess,” ron hummed. you whined softly as you gripped his wrist, letting out small gasps and whimpers as he practically tickled a second orgasm from your already tired body.

“good girl,” he praised as he fucked you through the second release, only pulling away when you whimpered and squirmed away. “open,” he instructed as he brought his fingers up to rest on your bottom lip. you followed his instruction, lolling out your tongue as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you clean them off. “y’ready to take me, princess?” he asked.

you nodded with a small whimper of “please.” he ran his tip up your slit, collecting your slick on him before slowly pushing his cock into you, making you moan at the stretch. ron wasn’t your first, but he was definitely the biggest. you were sure he knew that as you saw him smirking down at you as he kept pushing it in. “is that all?” you whimpered after a while.

“almost princess, halfway there,” he whispered as he leaned down and kissed you softly. you whined softly as he pushed in even further, bottoming out as he hit your cervix. you moaned loudly as you arched into him, begging him to move.

he obliged, setting a quick pace as his arm wrapped around your leg, setting it over his shoulder for a better angle. “fuck. so tight,” he grunted in your ear as he rutted into you. you couldn’t contain your moans as the head of his cock repeatedly hit your spot inside of you, making you beg for more.

“daddy,” you shrieked as he moved your other leg over his shoulder, making his cock go that much deeper.

“oh fuck say it again pretty girl,” he moaned as his thumb found your clit, rubbing in time with his thrust.

“daddy please,” you whimpered as you took his free hand and moved it to rest on your throat. he raised an eyebrow as he smirked down at you. “such a dirty little girl,” he hummed as he squeezed gently.

you moaned louder as you arched further into him, whimpering and begging. “shh. take it,” he hummed as he abused your cervix with his cock.

“wanna cum please,” you whined softly as you felt your lower abdomen clench. “please please please,” you whimpered repeatedly as he continued his assault on your cunt.

“hold it,” he demanded. however, he didn’t let up, causing you to whine loudly as you thrashed about the bed, trying not to release the pleasure ron was currently giving your body. “cum with me princess, now,” he hummed.

the third orgasm hit you even harder than the first two. it was unending as ron continued to fuck you through it, every drag of his cock against your walls intensifying it twofold as you cried his name over and over, feeling his hot cum spurt inside of you. you whimpered softly as you came down, looking up at him doe-eyed. “you okay, pretty girl?” he asked softly.

“thank you daddy,” you hummed softly, ignoring his question. he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your lips as he slowly pulled out. you mewled at the ache in your lower body and hissed as you felt the sheets drag against your swollen, sensitive clit.

“just gonna clean you up, yeah? then we can nap,” he spoke gently as he carried you into the bathroom. he sat you on the toilet, making you go so that you didn’t get a uti before he ran a bath for you. he got in behind you as he gently washed you off, careful of all your sensitive areas as he hummed gently to you, bringing you back down to earth.

“ron?” you asked gently as he wrapped you in a big, fluffy towel. he hummed in acknowledgment and you looked up at him. “what does this make us?” you asked shyly.

“how bout i take you on a date first. and then we’ll decide that. deal princess?” he asked as he lead you back into the room and began to change you.

“okay,” you hummed. he smiled as he pulled on a pair of boxers and got into bed with you, pulling you into his chest.

you didn’t really know much. however, if there was one thing that you were absolutely sure of.. it’s that... maybe you didn’t despise ron weasley.

[prbni]

Dramione Headcanons/Prompts

(Note:Might update the post and tags according to the requirement)

A 15 y/o Scorpius Malfoy accidentally stumbles upon a pensive of his father, that contains the memories of a certain witch he had feelings for before he met Scorp's mother. Seeing the loneliness and despair that has fallen upon his father after the death of his mother Astoria, Scorpius decides to use the prohibited Time-Turner to change the courses of the past.

But this meant two things: he'd never be able to experience the love and warmth of his mother and....he probably would cease to exist.

"This is madness Scorp!" Albus shouted angrily. " Uncle Ron and Auntie Mione are happily married. They have loved each other for ages. And this also means,Rose wouldn't exist as well. Do you really intend to do this over the one-sided crush that your father had on Auntie Mione once upon a time?!"

Basically, Albus trying to convince him in all possible ways that this is a bad idea.

Cue to Ron and Hermione arguing at the backyard of Harry-Ginny's house. They even forgot to cast Silencing Charm. Hence,everyone including the kids heard their argument.

"Oh,stop behaving like you're the only one who has been compromising in this marriage!!! Did I tell you to give up your position in the Ministry of Magic? No!" Ron yelled. " Why are you even bringing this up?! I never said it was your fault or anything!"Hermione tried to reason. "BECAUSE I'M TIRED. TIRED OF EVERYONE PRETENDING LIKE YOU HAVE DONE ME A FAVOR BY MARRYING ME WHEN IT IS THE OPPOSITE!!!" "Wh-what do you mean?"Hermione asked meekly. Ron scoffed. "Your parents are gone,Hermione. If we didn't take you into the Burrow, you wouldn't have anywhere to go. You needed us. You needed me." Hermione looked like she was trying to process the words that Ron just said. Or maybe, she was just trying to convince herself that Ron is capable of saying something like this. It's just Ron being in a foul mood. He definitely doesn't mean it."Ron let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?" Hermione tried to calm herself down. "Harry and Ginny are probably waiting for us in the dining table."

"Why? Can't face the truth?" Ron sneered. "If you were sensible enough Ronald, we'd be having this conversation at our own home,with a Silencing Charm on and without children listening to this," Hermione retorted while hinting towards Albus and Scorpius behind them,who were looking warily back and forth between the older duo. It took a while before Ron realised what she meant and grudgingly complied to go inside the house.

Scorpius gave Albus a if-this-is-what-you-mean-by-them-being-a-happy-couple look.

"Well,older couples fight. My parents fight as well. Uncle Ron is a bit aggressive,you know. But they have been like this for years.Also we don't know what actually happened between them.See,Aunty Mione didn't even fight him back," defended Albus."She didn't fight back because she knew we were listening,Al. And I don't know but this sounded more like defamation than argument." Albus sighed loudly,aware that there's no point in arguing. "So, you're still keen on getting Mr.Malfoy and Auntie Granger together in the past?" he asked instead.

"I think now I'm even more keen on getting them together,"Scorpius replied with a slight grin.

Yule Ball AU: Draco is awed when Hermione descends downstairs.

His expressions form into a scowl when he witnesses Ron and Hermione's encounter,and it pisses him off to no end when he sees her crying.

"Pathetic shite really. Ruined the whole festive mood" he mutters to himself. Even all the purring and cooing of Pansy Parkinson beside him couldn't fix his mood."Well that's what she gets for gushing over Weaselby of all possible blokes. Even Longbottom or Potter would know better than making her cry at the Ball. Seems like Weasley lacks in everything,even courting manners. But well,what do I care?"

"Enough to disturb others' sleep through your late night self-indulgent altercations" a voice drawled in beside his bed.

"Seriously,mate. Try to sleep or let others sleep. This was a long,tiring day and we have a tournament ahead,"Theo grumbled from under the covers while Draco shot a glare at this direction.

Another Time Travel fic. This time it's Hermione and Draco going back to time for their own purposes but getting entangled in the middle as they decide to help each other out before returning to the original timeline.

"Be wise before you hold my hand,Granger" Draco said. "I'm not just offering you for a dance. I'm offering you for a lifetime with me. Once you accept this, you're never returning to Weasley."

If Hermione didn't know better what Draco looks like and sounds like when he's joking,she'd almost think this was just one of his attempts at flirting. But one look at his eyes and the intonation of his words sent her shivers.

"That's not how time traveling works,Malfoy. We aren't supposed to end up together. That's not why we're here,"she explained.

"It's okay,Granger. You can just tell me you don't want this,"he chuckled bitterly. "For if you did, you wouldn't care what happens and what's supposed to happen. You'd just join me without excuses."

"I'm not making excuses,Draco. I'm a mother as well. If I mess here in this timeline, they'd be gone there in the future,"seethed Hermione.

One of the common tropes here: Compulsory Marriage under Marriage Law post-war. Here, Hermione is literally fighting with the Ministry to prevent her marriage with Draco. While Draco reluctantly agreed to the marriage since this was the only way to save himself from landing into Azkaban, Hermione had a huge outburst.

"Minister,are you seriously telling me I have to marry this git?" Hermione scoffed in disbelief. "Now now Granger. That's not the way to refer to your future husband," Draco drawled in. She almost forgot Kingsley called both of them to talk about their compatibility in terms of marriage. "Quite rich coming from someone that called me filthy mudblood the entire time he'd known me".That seemed to shut Draco up. The Minister in the question coughed a bit to grab their attention. "Hermione, I'm sorry,okay? I tried talking with the other ministers about this. But nobody including myself seem to come up with a solution better than this." "Granger, don't act like this is a punishment only for you. If choices or circumstances were any better, I'd rather do a dirty dance with goblins of the Gringotts than showing up here and talk about the prospect of marriage....or whatever this is," Draco said in an annoyed tone."Serves you right for all the horrid things you were part of," Hermione replied to him and then turned to Shacklebolt, " I understand why and how this is a punishment to him. But this is a punishment to me as well. And what am I being punished for?"she almost cried out. Draco visibly flinched a bit. "Ever since I stepped into the Wizarding World, almost everyone has taken a knack of making a point to me that I'll never be good enough to belong here. So, I studied.I learnt as much as possible,more than anyone else and tried to dedicate myself to whatever it takes to make a perfect witch. Then, Voldemort returned. Second Wizarding War came along. Everyone talks about what or who has been lost who has made sacrifices but does anyone know I had to take it to myself to wipe out my parents' memories of me and drive them away because the Wizarding World cannot provide them with protection?!"Her eyes were glistened and voice became hoarse. "Hermione,you have to know I'm sorry and thankful-" "No,Minister. I'm not holding anyone accountable for what became of my parents. That's completely my own doing.What I'm trying to understand is after everything I've seen and been through, why am I to be hitched against my own volition to this rotten scum of a Deatheater?!" "Ex.Death. Eater,"Draco said in a dangerously low voice. "You have all the reasons to hate me,Granger. But don't carelessly throw around words like you know me. Despite all the hatred and animosity over the years, I tried to warn you during the Triwizard tournament. I didn't want you to end up at the Manor and I definitely didn't want this!"he shrieked pointing at her forearm where that eight-lettered word was curved in forever. "I didn't want this either," he said in a softer tone,pointing at his own forearm and own scar this time. "So,you see. I'm not the good guy that you'd want as your husband. But I'm not as evil as you expect me to be either." Draco's eyes held nothing but honesty and sincerity which took Hermione aback. "Have you said your piece?" she asked with a renewed vigor to which Draco nodded.

"I'd submit my wand and all magical articles to your office tomorrow,Minister. And return to the Muggle world for good. I shall take your leave now." With that she stomped out of the room without even sparing the other two wizards a glance or letting them speak.

Draco's boggart wasn't his father's disappointment in him. Heck it wasn't even the Dark Lord himself. His boggart was a certain Muggleborn witch crying and writhing in pain on the stone cold floor of the Manor,her screams ringing through the Manor walls tortured by his own aunt while he stands there like a coward, doing nothing,not even looking at her.

After being able to successfully able to restore her parents' memories using the Memory Charm,ever-so-curious Hermione Granger tries it on herself. What she didn't expect was an overwhelming rush of memories consisting of a certain very familiar blonde with very unfamiliar moments between them. Shock,surprise,sadness and anger crashed down on her altogether. Did anyone else know? Had he obliviated himself as well?

She knew accepting a dare from Weasley Twins meant trouble. Yet,when they called her a scaredy cat for trying to back down from the bet,she lunged into it. Even if that meant she had to stalk Draco Malfoy the annoying ferret for a week while disillusioning herself. What she didn't realise was that the thing that started as a dare would become habit while being thrust into a totally different perspective of what the-boy-who-made-her-school-life-hell really was.

She was tired of being called ‘boring’ and ‘no fun’. The one time she decided to pull on a prank was on someone no one would expect. Draco Malfoy. So,when an accident happens while concucting the Love Potion and the cauldron explodes,Hermione falls in love with her forever nemesis. Or should I say, pretends to fall in love with him.Draco Malfoy was already having a hard time accomplishing the task he was assigned with. A bushy headed witch being all sappy and clingy was the last thing he needed at the moment.

[alchemic-elric]

@invidiaesin​​ asked:

"Still can't believe they let pipsqueaks become State Alchemists."

His ears are on fire at the use of such a word to describe him. He hates that word and he can feel the fire race to burn him at his bones. He hates that word and the fire consumes him. It consumes him for all that he is if only for the fact that allowing himself to drink from the goblet that contains his rage it helps drown out the taste of the bitter poison that laces the cup.  

Fear it was tainted residue that’s left behind and tingles on his lips as he swallows it down. Swallow it all because if he can’t control where it’s going then it’ll consume him before he can consume it.  His anger is a drug. His anger - a mask. It covers the face of a small rabbit resisting the urge to flee when golden eyes take in the sight of his assailant. A sin made of jealousy. A sin made of twisted faces and false identities.  A sin of made of everything except their own individuality. An amalgamation of lost souls that have been twisted and bent into this malformed imitation human. 

Everything a human could be but is clearly not.  

He’s swallowing down hard as his mind reels and he tries not to let it spiral out of control. He knows what he is to this one. He knows what he is. He knows what he is because he still remembers laying on the cold stone floor of laboratory five on his belly in a puddle of his own blood.  He remembers the feeling of fingers lacing themselves into thick braided blond locks if only to use them to hold him place.  

He lost too much blood that day. He lost too much blood that day and he can’t only remember being told that he was being kept alive for the untold purposes of other people. Other monsters. He can only remember being told he was a resource and that was the only reason he was alive. A resource. Less than human.  

He broke too many bones the other. Surrounded by an ocean of blood in a place he was told it would be impossible to escape from so he may as well submit to his fate and accept the grim reality that he would die in such a place. That was when he learned. Learned the truth behind the face of such a beast as this one. He learned of their stone this way and the core of his beast if only because he was nearly drawn inside it.  A shimmering crimson orb in front of his very eyes as he lay stagnant and broken amongst the choir of voices begging for his body to be their own and the putrid smell of this monster’s breath. 

He’d become a resource but not in the way his life was originally intended to be used. He’d become a resource in a way he never wanted to be. He never wanted this. He never wanted any of it all. 

How did it get to be this?  

Hand balled up at his side, with nails digging into his palm as if it was the only way he could anchor himself to ground in the rage that’s threatening to sweep him away. He mustn’t let them know he’s afraid. He can’t ever let them know of the fear that rests deep in his belly. He mustn’t let them know if only to avoid yet another thread of manipulation be attached to the marionette he was slowly becoming for the monster before him. 

“Go fuck yerself.” He barks in a rage.  “Is that all you gotta say? Gittin’ in m’face with that fuckin’ bullshit?! Yer one ta fuckin’ talk. You ev’n got’ta face that’s all yer own?  I don’t wanna hear that fuckin’ bullshit from you. Fuck off. I ain’t done nu’hin’ that goes outside the agreement so git outta m’fuckin’ face. I got work ta do so unless yer ‘ere ta do sum’hin’ other than waste m’fuckin’ time,  lemme alone!” 

[wandsandwheezes]

THANK YOU MY ANGELS

I can’t even believe that I'm writing this! Last night I had only just hit 300 followers and i was absolutely beside myself! I can't believe the positive reception of my fics in such a short time so to anyone who has taken the time to read them and/or follow my work, Thank you ❤️

I have decided to hold a writing challenge to celebrate because even though i LOVE writing myself, I also love reading what others have to write (there are definitely ones that have made me sob) so if you’re interested all rules and prompts are below the cut 💕

If writing isn’t for you i still have requests and my own stuff I’ll be writing so stay tuned for that! plus all of the works submitted for the wc will be added in its own place in my Masterlist ❤️

This is open to ANYONE for whichever character/pairing you desire as long as they are a HP character✨ You are welcome to use any of the 30 prompts below, some are major specific and some are more free form so pick what you want! There is absolutely no time limit to this but make sure to tag me and use the hashtag #W&W300wc ❤️

‘you don’t look scary’

‘will you shut up?’

‘you insufferable git!’

‘i’m going to pretend I didn’t see that...’

‘don’t look at me like that’

‘i hate you’ // ‘no you don’t’

‘will you stop taking pictures of me’

‘i love this song’

‘shh, look!’

‘how did you do that?’

‘how can I help?’

‘well i was trying to read’

‘what have you done?’

‘move over, will you’

‘give it back!’ // ‘never!’

‘wait isn’t that mine?’

‘how do you manage to always keep your cool?’

‘you forgot.’ // ‘i didn’t’ // ‘no, you did’

‘i’m not begging you’

‘you’re going to get yourself killed’

‘is that really what happened?’

‘it’s the middle of the night’

‘make me’

‘on 3? 1...2...3...’

‘i promise’

‘i just want a little bit of attention’

‘i hate seeing you cry.’

‘please, just go.’

‘shut up and kiss me’

‘i’m not doing this again’

Tagging my mutuals also because without them I'd be nowhere💕 @weasleysflowr​ @wand3ringr0s3​ @gcdric​ @theweasleysredhair​ @hufflepuffgirly @whiz-bangs78​ @starlightweasley @slytherinsunrise @cappsikle​ @minty-malfoy​ @vivianweasley​ @vogueweasley​ @feetoffthetablee​ @thisismynerdyself​ @witch-and-a-half​

[potter-loves-malfoy]

hey ! been a hp fan since forever but i’ve only recently started delving into fan fiction. are there any super iconic drarry fics you could recommend me or just any really good ones that you like ! thanks !

Okay I’m so so so sorry this is maybe like a year late. I, uh, don’t have an excuse. I’ll rec some here, also will link to my list of favourites. I also just like to sort by kudos on ao3 and just go through the most popular fics when I start reading for a new fandom so I also just suggest reading those for “iconic” drarry fics. I am also relatively new to the fandom I’d say, I’ve only been here for a little over two years, so I’m sure I have followers that are more qualified to recommend some Drarry Squad staples (feel free to add to my list! Please actually add to my list lol) These are just well known Drarry fics that I happened to stumble upon and really really love.

Higher and Higher (Temptation) by birdsofshore

Only Harry Potter could manage to put on a magical collar on impulse and find himself unable to take it off again. Now following Draco’s direct orders gives him intense pleasure, and Draco has a whole heap of troubles to deal with, not least the way Potter looks when the collar has him gasping with bliss. The whole situation would test the morals of a saint... and Draco’s no saint.

Lumos by birdsofshore

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

The Critiquer by dysonrules

When Harry submits his cock photo to a renowned Cock Critiquer and gets a terrible review, he decides to take a photography class to hopefully improve his skills.

Running on Air by eleventy7

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day by Faith Wood (faithwood)

Even though he's unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Because Potter Is Allergic to Poppies by Lomonaaeren

Auror Harry Potter is in hospital being treated for a curse when someone tries to kill him. Obviously it is up to bored, trapped Apprentice Healer Draco, who was only admitted to the Healer Program in the first place to do the menial work, to find out who did it. Because then they will promote him. No, it’s for no other reason, thanks.

Right Hand Red by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill)

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl

Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Reparations by Saras_Girl

Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places

Part 1 of Foundations!verse

Turn by Saras_Girl

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Part 1 of Turn!verse

The Printed Press by Soupy_George

Draco Malfoy was still slightly amazed that he was standing on the doorstep of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He never would have thought that Harry Potter's very public and very ... sweary, emotional explosion would have led to him offering Draco, of all people, a job.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare.

Bonus:

I don’t know how iconic this one is, but I’ve recommended this so many times if only because it’s the fic that initiated me into the fandom. It’s the fic that made me start shipping drarry, It’s the fic that made me start to fall in love with these boys. So yeah in addition to being an amazing fic, it is also one that has a lot of personal value for me.

One Night at the Leaky by birdsofshore

Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.

[elaf123789]

Assignment 2

ID: 123789

Date: May 31, 2020

Words: 1500

Introduction:

The media sector became one of the most important sectors in humans' life. Day by day it is developing rapidly in terms of human or social communication. In the past no one think that in one day we will have a video call and a lot of things we can't mention them. Now a days according to developing of media we face a lot of issues and problems which effect in media by making it a dangerous place. And we are going to discuss these issues and show how they affect on us. As we are media students, we realize the importance of discussing them and trying to find solution to make media better than now.

Submitted material:

Disinformation is false information deliberately and often covertly spread in order to influence public opinion or obscure the truth. It has different goals like achieving government aims, some promoters use it to attract customers and some of people use it for financial incentives. This issue has many bad impacts such as make difficulty to find the truth.

Cognitive strategy in media is one of the most important strategies for deferent type of people to achieve their aims and how it affects in a specific people.

The media is developed year by year and from the past it has a great importance. We can mention here how media was in three important happened: Cold War, World War I, World War II, The American coalition invasion of Iraq. People start communication in the First war by carrier pigeons, dogs, newspaper, cartoons and illustration, telephone and telegraph. Then, they started using the radio, cinema, mail and posters in the Second war. Technologies started appearing in the Cold war, people started using the computer, television (black and white) and the propaganda in cinema. Finally, in the American coalition invasion of Iraq people started phone, video conferencing, photography, newspaper and television.

According to the differences between people and most of them use the internet platforms with different cultures some problems appeared which present or trying to present things in wrong way like race، gender(male is always the strongest and smartest, but the females the victim, who take care) and class.

According to the deferent social media platforms and how people can share photos and getting comments, studies showed there are relation between selfie, narcissism and fame online. There are positive and negative narcissism personalities .

There is relation between selfie, narcissism and fame online, we can realize most of celebrities when they post their various types of posts.

Hate speech spread so much in the last period. It happens when attack someone or group or calls for violence against them or bothering them by comments, memes, groups or using words likely to excite hostility or bring into contempt any groups. Like, " I hate all Muslims".

The role of media in health education we can note it more in this period of Coronavirus. It works a great turn in preventing and while the crisis, by sharing the important information and steps of preventing and how to deal if you have been sick.

Comics became one of most famous ways to reach to audience. it can be understood by different ages. And most of time explain the reality more because all people can do it and share it, but sometimes it might understand in wrong way or people use it to spread rumors.

In the most countries citizens always asking the government to be clearer in some types of information, and this their right to have enough idea and avoid believing rumors. On the other hand, some information is better to hide them to avoid misunderstanding if the citizens don't have enough experience and to can control more.

The media ethics face a lot of challenges especially in crisis times. This is one result of developing technology and media which all people now can be as a journalist. Also, even the real journalist face challenges like the credibility, the financial rewards, governmental oversight and the reality.

Analyses :

From the past the importance of media is clear as we can note it from the communication methods in the old-world wars. But After long periods of developing media there a lot of issues appeared.

Everything in the world has positive and negative aspects, like media.

Media increase the level of using critical thinking by posts, advertising, colors and words that used. This help people to think better and know how to deal with any issues they face especially in media. It makes people wakeup more. So, media develop the societies and transfer them from traditional to modern.

The experts said that media became colonialized to achieve commercial goals and this is correct, according to what we see it in media. Such as we they use women to present deferent types of products to attract more customers. As a result, it makes a wrong stereotype of women. Also, the advertisements can send a lot of messages by different ways even they will affect in people by wrong way. like some of them will encourage the idea if race ageist any group of people. Moreover, celebrities colonialized media to git financial returns.  

We don’t forget the big turn of media of changing a lot of prevailing customs, traditions and cultures, but it has positive and negative sides. The positive for example it changed an important idea in people's minds which is asking their governments to know everything and being more credibility with them. And the negative side that may be people will not realize it, it how this high credibility will affect in their life in negative way.

The educational aspect is very clear especially in educating and prevention especially in the crisis time like Coronavirus crisis and what it did to aware people by posts and daily news and what it doing to persuade and to adhere the quarantine by what it to encourage and attract people to stay at home.

In the social aspect media made the word a small town to exchange the information, opinion, comments, photos and give chances for people to achieve their personal goals. Such as some people suffering from narcissism so they sharing their selfie to get comments as they want. On the other hand, there were a labelling appeared which spread so much which can serve some and harm others and be a reason of classification and deviation of specific group in negative way like: criminals, immigrants and how they present Arabs, China and others in American cinema.

To achieving a lot of goals of media, the experts find different ways to affect in people and persuade them such as: association, bandwagon, beautiful people… . And to use these ways they can do it by using comics as it one of the most ways it used because all people can understand it as it’s simple, but sometimes it may understand it in wrong way and a lot of people can use it to spread rumors. So, all of us we should ask themselves many questions when we receive any message to know the reality and the main idea of it , the way that they use it affect in us? and what we should do to avoid this way?.

There are many impacts of media's goals and we can note it in people's behavior, belief, emotion and attitude. For example, the ideas of issued related to class they will trying to have specific clothes, ideas, their talking way if they want to be from high class.

After long time of starting media especially from old was till now, especially now in Coronavirus global crisis , media facing a lot of challenges which it draw a bad idea about media and affects in it in future. The most challenge is the credibility in news and information. And how media platforms hide of change some of them but this causes a disinformation which can make a difficulty in finding the realty and spreading rumors and fears. All this may be happened according to bias to groups, person, government and others.  

Conclusion:

Media help us to communicate with all world to know what happen, know others cultures and learn from others new lessons.

All these issues develop several sides in each person which make him determines his goals and opinions and trying to develop it or protect it to avoid controlling from others.

As we are media students, we can realize the importance of media literacy and use it to reach our audience. we can teach people how to get the right information and avoid the rumors.

In addition, the words and ideas in internet effects in people's behaviors as we can see it in social media now a days against china and how Chinese suffering in most of countries especially in America, It can cause several problems like of soft wars, hate crimes, fake news, suicide and other human's problems.

Moreover, now we know how, what, when the information effect in people because a lot of people use a strange trek to change our ideas and opinions to achieve their aims.

Finally, people should realize the value of media and how its effects in their most important time.

The developing of media and appearance of various issues it became a necessary to put new and easy lows in media's platforms to complain if people note any of these issues.

[dorkery]

Some information was due before the end of the work day on the Friday before a very long weekend. The work day generally ends at 5.30. Everyone was informed about this on Thursday, just before lunch.

Some idiot made me wait on his fucking submission, and when he did at around 8 pm, the numbers were off.

And THEN I had to wait until 10 bloody pm to get something which should only have taken 20 minutes AT BEST before I had to clean up his stupid work anyway

Anyway the point is I hate this guy and the conversation is about how some dude in his 40s is a bloody tosser with zero sense of responsibility at work

FYI I'M 26 YEARS OLD AND A MILLENNIAL AND IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME THE NATIONAL DATA ON THE MALAYSIAN ***** INDUSTRY (TO BE SUBMITTED TO THE ASEAN STATISTICAL YEAR BOOK) WOULD BE FUCKED UP BECAUSE A STUPID POST-BOOMER IS AN IRRESPONSIBLE GIT

[harmoniouspixels]

Quick Update

I figured I’d make one of these posts. I know I don’t have to, but I want to so let’s get into it!

I submitted my last lesson plan and took my final for my health class today! I’m so happy for it to be done now, especially since work had started. It lined up with training, thankfully, so I don’t have to come back from working with the kids and have to do homework at odd hours of the day.

Speaking of, the summer camp I’m working at starts tomorrow! Which means weird hours due to our rotating schedule (which is in place so everyone has a morning, afternoon, and all day shift at least once) and less time on here. This year I’m going to do my best to not check my phone at work unless it’s lunch or we have a chance too. It’ll be more professional, and the kids might follow the example if we (me and my co-counselors) do that.

Also I’ve been messing around with my computer lately? I think my antivirus has been taking up a lot of CPU/disk space recently, but it’s mainly just on startup. My fan has also been running fast occasionally too, from which I assume is in relation to that? Or it doesn’t have a lot of vent space. I did clean it out on Friday and hoo boy was it dirty as hell. Things seem to be alright for now.

Lastly, I do have stuff to post here, but I’ve been mentally and physically exhausted from work. I really haven’t played The Sims all that much because of it, but I’m going to try! Same with Kingdom Hearts, but I just need to “git gud” there lmao (I hate Cerebus). This month is the least I’ve posted content-wise I think, surpassing October 2016. Which is totally fine, since I don’t have any active challenges to stress over for once.

TL,DR: I finished my summer class, but work is ramping up and I’ll be on here less during the weekdays. My computer has been a bit weird so I’ve been messing with that. I haven’t played The Sims that much since I’m exhausted, but I do have some stuff I can put up here soon.

[streetdancerproject]

My Last DJ Set for The Jam Cellar Is a History of The Jam Cellar

Last Tuesday, I put together a playlist that told the Jam Cellar's story as I have experienced it over the past 15 years.

Chant of the Groove, Fats Waller: Typically after announcements, we open the second half of the night with a line dance or a jam. I had songs for the Shim Sham and the Big Apple at the ready, but I didn’t want to turn my set into a line dance-a-polooza. I opted for the Tranky Do with the song that Jam Cellar instructors have preferred as an alternative to the Dipsy Doodle by Ella Fitzgerald.

Also, The Tranky Do was always more of a Jam Cellar thing. Way back in the early 00’s when Mike Faltesek was living here, he decided to piece together the original choreography. Up until that point, people were doing a version taught by Frankie Manning. Falty had noticed that the version in the Spirit Moves documentary seemed a little different and went on a mission to find any and all evidence of it on film. Eventually he was able to piece it together from a variety of film sources mostly featuring Al Minns and Leon James. This is a video of him alongside Frida Segerdahl the weekend they taught it at a workshop he organized and called “The Toe Jam” at the old Jam Cellar location. (This demo was not at the Jam Cellar though)

Well, Git It!, Tommy Dorsey. As I said before, we usually do a jam or a line dance after announcement, but I did both because I had to play this song, and there was no way people would not jam to it. The much faster version of this song was the one used in the landmark Mad Dog routine, of which all the original JC founders were a part of. That's a pretty lengthy story by itself, but fortunately, I have written about it previously as part of my history of the modern Lindy Hop scene.

The Primordial Ooze

This section of songs served as a quick tour of the musical landscape leading up to the founding of The Jam Cellar.

C Jam Blues, Lincoln Center Orchestra. I’m so confident that this is probably the most played song ever in the modern Lindy Hop scene, that I’m not even going to bother researching it.

Swing Lover, Indigo Swing. Icons of the neo-swing era from the late 1990s. The irony is that this can be technically considered vintage music now. Also, yes, I did cut out that weird spoken word bit at the beginning.

Watch The Birdie, Gene Krupa. On the short list of iconic Hollywood style songs. Another version was featured in the much less famous Hellzapoppin clip.

Alright, O.K., You Win / Everyday (I Have the Blues), Barbara Morrison. Another overplayed classic representing the groove period, but still a great live album recorded at another legendary Lindy Hop venue in San Francisco: The 9:20 Special.

Inspiration

The next set paid homage to the modern musicians that have greatly influenced and supported The Jam Cellar.

Sweet Eileen, Blue Sky 5. Craig Gildner has been a long time stalwart of the DC scene and a friend to The Jam Cellar since before the beginning.

Massachusetts (Live), Gordon Webster. Before starting her own band, JC co-founder Naomi Uyama was featured on a number of live Gordon Webster recordings.

Black Coffee, The Careless Lovers. Friend of the Jam Cellar, Mike Faltesek, went on to play and lead several bands of his own.

Someone’s Rockin My Dreamboat, The Boilermaker Jazz Band. The Jam Cellar has benefited greatly from its relationship with The Boilermakers. They were the band that opened the first night at the new location in the Columbia Heights neighborhood from the actual cellar location in Vienna, Virginia. More importantly, there's no way to quantify how the collective knowledge and understanding of Rich Strong, Marc Kotishon, Ernest McCarty, Jennifer McNulty, and especially Paul Cosentino has filtered throughout the world by way of the international instructors of the Jam Cellar, but it is incredibly significant. In regards to this specific song, I remember The Boilermakers first trying to figure it out at one of their gigs in DC because they heard it from an old Bugs Bunny cartoon.

Meschiya Lake and the Little Big Horns. This represents the contributions of the vibrant New Orleans music scene to the Lindy Hop community. JC co-founder Andy Reid currently resides and plays music there on the regular.

Storming the Air Waves

About 10 years ago, I was invited to guest DJ on the live streaming radio channel that Yehoodi.com sponsored. I turned around and asked if we could feature all the DJs of The Jam Cellar. A total of 10 DJs submitted their favorite songs which we turned into a 4 hour radio show.

Dinah, Cab Calloway  & His Orchestra. The file I got for this song got corrupted, so it cuts out the last few seconds, but I had to play it because Dinah is supposed to be The Jam Cellar’s theme song . . .  

Opening JC Theme, The Hot Club de Jam Cellar.  . . .which is why they re-worked it into this version. It has the distinction of actually being recorded live at The Jam Cellar in one of the spare rooms with a band completely made up of JC staff.

Spinnin’ The Webb Chick Webb & His Orchestra.

Yacht Club Swing, Fats Waller. The live version. Not to be confused with the not as good studio version.

Sister Kate, Muggsy Spanier.

Dark Eyes, Fats Waller. These last few songs are a sampling of what we submitted for the show. Dark Eyes for some reason was the most popular song amongst the DJs. It’s such a moody and unusual song for a swing dance, but that’s part of the reason why I think people love it.

Live! By The Jam Cellar

The next couple of songs were used in signature performances by Jam Cellar instructors.

Jump through the Window, Roy Eldridge. A lot of people like to hate on this song because it inspires everyone to do the claps. However, can you think of another performance that has introduced such an indelible mark on a song that it's hard to imagine the song without them almost a decade later?  Usually the music influences the dance, but this is a case where it goes the opposite way. People who have never seen this performance do the claps at the breaks to this day. Embrace the claps.

I Could Write A Book (Live(1963/Copenhagen)), Sarah Vaughan. Not as famous as the last one, but one of my favorites from Naomi and her soon to be (at the time) husband Peter. I'm also going to take partial credit for this because I gave Naomi this song (along with a ton of other music) when she moved away. (Although I'm actually not sure if she realizes that.) My favorite part is seeing Ernest from the Boilermakers just grooving up there on stage. I normally hate it when musicians camp out on stage during performances, but considering the history between Ernest, Naomi and the rest of The Jam Cellar, I'm a fan.

The Finale

I actually planned my whole set to lead up into this last stretch of songs.

Just Kiddin’ Around, Artie Shaw & His Orchestra. Except this one. Honestly, I just threw this one in at the last second to eat some time, but it is one of my own personal favorite dance songs.

On Revival Day, Laverne Baker. A local favorite. Generally I try to avoid drawing religious parallels to the dance scene because at the end of the day, they’re not really the same thing even if some people feel that way. In relation to this song at least, I like the themes it invokes about the hopefulness and joyfulness of being together. That's not very surprising since it invokes a lot of strong imagery of life in black churches and black culture in general from which Lindy Hop is very indebted to.

No Regrets, Billie Holiday. My favorite Billie Holiday song. Shout out to Mike Marcotte for introducing it to me too long ago. The lyrics are spot on for this occasion.

Shiny Stockings, Count Basie & His Orchestra. When I started putting this playlist together, this was the first song that I put on it, and I knew it also had to be the last one played. If Jumping at The Woodside is Lindy Hop’s national anthem, then Shiny Stockings is its national hymn.

The Encore

Just One Look, Doris Troy. I was totally unprepared for an encore, so I had to scramble. I probably should have seen this coming, but I overestimated lindy hoppers’ collective ability to figure out a social cue. I defaulted to one of my favorite “end of the night, everyone go home” songs.

Dinah, James P. Johnson. Of course someone said that we should swing the eff out to end this. I thought about Woodside or Lindy Hoppers Delight, but this song has a very specific story attached to it.

At the end of the night of one of the first times I DJ’d at The Jam Cellar, I was messing around, playing random songs as the JC crew cleaned up. I decided to play a really hot song that I had found recently, and what came next felt like a lost clip from Hellzapoppin.

Everyone dropped their brooms and trash bags and started a solo jam. This was 2003, solo jazz was not a thing in the Lindy Hop scene, but the Jam Cellar was at the bleeding edge of the community’s understanding of the dance. This was mostly due to the fact that several of the world’s best dancers were living in DC at the time.

I'm sure it is a gross exaggeration to say this was the greatest solo jam I have ever witnessed, especially after seeing some of the best since then. There is no video. Just my increasingly nostalgic memory. 

The song ended, people exchanged high 5’s and they finished closing up. Soon, some of them would be headlining workshops and winning major competitions all over the world. Some of them were already at that point. Others decided to follow different life paths that. But at that moment, it was just a Tuesday night.

This is actually not the song I played that night. It was a  version of Charleston by a band led by Sidney Bechet, but it is on the same James P. Johnson compilation CD as this version of Dinah. These two songs are closely associated to me by sheer organizational chance. Plus it seemed more appropriate with Dinah being the Jam Cellar's theme song, even if few people remember that.

Epilogue

I suppose at it’s worse, The Jam Cellar allowed people to be a little too self indulgent like I am being here. It’s one of the pitfalls of having a nearly unrestrained creative sandbox. However, at its best, it was a place where people could come together to inspire and be inspired; to challenge and be challenged. Sometimes it was through creative performances, other times it may have been with difficult conversations, but most of the time it was with 2-3 minute dances.

The future of The Jam Cellar is uncertain. On Tuesday, they announced a summer break. The website was recently updated with a banner calling it an "indefinite break." To be honest, even if it doesn't come back, I won't miss it. I don’t miss trekking out to Vienna, Virginia to a basement in a strip mall. And I don’t even think I’ll miss the mansion/sauna in the heart of a changing nation's capital. To me The Jam Cellar wasn’t just a location.  

I did the math, and I can confidently say that I’ve spent over 90% of my Tuesday nights at some form of The Jam Cellar over the past 15 years. I've seen people who were moving away break down into tears knowing that they may never return. We've celebrated engagements and consoled divorcees. The room was packed as people took turns telling their favorite Frankie Manning stories the Tuesday after he passed away.

What all these experiences have in common is that they are about people. Folks. Community. I will miss is having a place to go every Tuesday night, knowing that I’ll see people that I want to be with. People who understand some of the fundamental principles of the dance that have not changed since it was born on the dance floors in Harlem almost 100 years ago. While there is plenty of room for individual creativity, you should not lose sight of your partner or the people around you. That's the main thing of value that we should take away from The Jam Cellar that should be carried over into the next chapter of whatever happens next.