I am not sure you truly understand my affection for this scene and the level of utter adorability that it is and how it sets the tone for their relationship. I imagine most people just see the fairly routine line of events, where Tuxedo Mask swoops in to help Sailor Moon, gives her encouragement, she throws her tiara to defeat the youma, he takes off, and she stares wistfully after him.
Which, yes, that’s what happens, but also it’s a really great balance between the two. Tuxedo Mask has a more objective view of the battle, he’s not in the heat of it, so he can better help Sailor Moon strategize, he can help her find the right moment for timing her attack against the enemy. I love this because it’s such an important and helpful role, that Usagi has all this incredible power and she would find a way, but Mamoru helps her be better. HE helps HER.
I’ve seen many complaints about Mamoru’s role, whether some think he’s useless or some think she’s useless for needing prompting, and I just… how do you miss the magic of two people who work so well together?? How do you not love that Usagi is the love-filled powerhouse and Mamoru is the cooler, more distant strategist?? How do you not love the way they make such an effective team!?
Okay, possibly I am a little colored by my intense affection for them, whatever. I still don’t understand! ^_~
But also I just really love that he PICKS HER UP SO SHE CAN KICK THE YOUMA IN THE FACE, that is hands down the greatest first team-up in a shoujo manga that I have ever read.
It’s romantic and silly and goofy and hilarious and badass and adorable and epic and delightful and ALL THINGS THE SAILOR MOON CHARACTERS AND THEIR RELATIONSHIPS SHOULD BE.
Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you from across the table, glancing in between you and Ron, while George sat beside him, snickering. You glared at them, soup spilling out of your spoon and onto the table as Molly droned on about needing to purchase more floo powder; none the wiser to the tension at your end of the table.
You’d just about had enough of the twins. You should’ve never trusted them with your secret.
See, you’d made the catastrophic mistake of letting them in on the fact that you were madly in love with their younger brother, Ron. Ever since you met, you’d had a connection with him. At first, you thought that you just got along well due to having similar interests, but as time went on, you realized your feelings were much stronger. You tried to push those feelings away, mainly because you were a year and a half older than Ron and didn’t want to scare him off, but they were persistent.
And eventually, the twins caught on to the fact that you liked their brother. They could see it in your body language and the way you spoke to (and about) Ron, and they began to pester you about it. So often that you finally broke and ended up confirming their suspicions. And of course, the twins being the twins, took that information and ran with it; and they were making your life a living hell.
So far, during your stay at the Burrow, all they had done was tease you and put you in awkward situations with Ron. And unfortunately, you began to suspect that Ron was catching on. You didn’t want him to catch on for fear that he’d reject you, or worse: that your friendship would be ruined. But the twins were determined to embarrass you.
Fred had started to make suggestive gestures, catching Ron’s eye who narrowed his eyes at his brother in disgust. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” Ron asked him. In the same breath, he noticed the tight grip you held on your spoon and the soup spilling out onto the floor. “And why are you feeding the floor? That’s good food, there.”
You blushed, dropping the spoon into your bowl, and averting your eyes. “Sorry,” you muttered. “I’ll clean it up.”
You reached for your wand that was lying next to you on the table just as Ron went to grab it, and your hands touched. Both of you jumped back, blushing madly. “Sorry,” Ron said. “Thought it was my wand.”
The twins snickered at you, making more obscene gestures.
“Would you two stop it!” You hissed at them in a whisper, trying not to attract unwanted attention to your corner of the dining table. The rest of the Weasleys didn’t need to get in on this.
“Oh, come on, Y/N. We’re just trying to help,” George said with a devilish smirk.
“Help with what?” Ron asked.
“With getting you a girlfriend, of course,” Fred replied, winking at him.
Ron blinked before glancing over at you. “Do you mean her?” He asked, tipping his head towards you. You sighed in exasperation, crossing your arms angrily and sitting back in your seat.
“Who else would we be referring to?” George asked.
“You’re perfect for each other,” Fred added. “Both madly in love with each other and-“
You cut him off with a growl, getting angrier by the second. “Shut up, Fred. We are not. We’re just friends!”
Ron’s jaw tensed at the words, but he remained silent.
“Oh, is that so?” He asked. “I guess that thing you told us was a lie then?”
“What thing?” Ron asked.
This time, George took over, pitching his voice up a few octaves in a horrible impersonation of you. “Oh, I just can’t stop thinking about him-“
“And his red hair…” Fred continued in the same pitch.
“How it glimmers in the sun and smells like fresh-“
“Stop it!” Ron growled, noticing how embarrassed you were getting.
“Like you’re any better,” Fred scoffed, now switching to an impersonation of Ron. “What shirt should I wear tonight? Do you think Y/N will like it?”
“How does my hair look? Do you think Y/N will notice that I washed it this morning?” George continued.
The twins began bantering back and forth, mimicking both you and Ron, while the two of you sat absolutely mortified. But on top of the mortification, Ron was growing angry. He always had a bit of a short temper and it was being tested to the point of explosion.
“WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP?!?!” Ron screamed, slamming his fists on the table and standing up swiftly. Everyone was startled, including the twins who went silent immediately. Everyone at the table stared at Ron, waiting for him to say anything else, but he didn’t. He just glared at the twins with a fiery rage before glancing at you and then storming away from the table.
Everybody was still stunned at the outburst, but Molly had recovered enough to shout, “Ronald Weasley! Get back here and apologize immediately!”
He didn’t even look back as he stormed up the stairs, presumably to lock himself up in his room.
“Oh, that little-“ Molly started, beginning to stand up to go reprimand him; but you stopped her.
“I’ll go talk to him,” you said.
She nodded, sitting back down. “Don’t worry about clearing your plate, dear. I’ll do it for you.”
“Thank you, Molly.” You gave her a weak smile before standing, moving your gaze back over to the twins and giving them a death glare. They both just laughed at your expression, making kissy faces at you which made you even more irritated.
The long climb up to Ron’s room gave you a minute to calm down, and you were almost back to normal when you reached his door; just a bit nervous now. You didn’t bother knocking and just went straight in, finding Ron sitting on his bed and staring angrily at his floorboards.
“Merlin, Ronald. What did those floorboards ever do to you?” You joked, trying to ease a bit of the tension.
He glanced up at you momentarily, before returning his gaze to the floor. “I’m not in the mood, Y/N.”
You sighed and sat down next to him. “Mind telling me what’s wrong?” You asked, even though you knew the answer. Those twins, man.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he says flatly.
“That’s a big fat lie.”
“Yeah, well what’s wrong with you? If I remember correctly, you weren’t very chipper five minutes ago either,” he snapped.
“Because Fred and George were teasing me.”
“They’re always teasing you.”
“I know, but this was different.”
“Why? Because it was about us?” Ron asked.
“Last I checked, you weren’t too thrilled about it either. You’re the one who got up and left,” you argued.
“Who says I was mad about that?”
“You weren’t mad about that?” You asked, growing a bit confused. “What are you mad about then?”
“Because we’re ‘just friends!’” He hissed, aggressively using air quotes.
“You’re mad that we’re friends?”
“Yes!” He says exasperatedly, standing up and beginning to pace the room. Hurt flashes through you before he backtracks. “I mean, I’m mad because we’re ‘just friends.’ I don’t want to be ‘just friends’ with you anymore.”
“What do you…?” You trailed off, trying to process what he was saying. Your heart was beginning to flutter, wondering if you had the right impression.
He huffed, frustrated, before stopping in front of you. “Don’t you get it?” He asked. “I’m in love with you!”
“W-what?” You sputtered in shock. You thought maybe he had a crush on you, but you weren’t expecting him to share your exact feelings. “You’re in love with… with me?”
He sighed again, clutching fistfuls of his hair. “YES! Now if we could get the rejection part over with quickly that would be great. I’d like to go back to wallowing in my own misery.”
“The rejection part?” You whispered. “Why would I reject you?”
He threw his arms up in exasperation, beginning to pace again. “It’s all too obvious you don’t feel the same way! You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, and you just told Fred and George that we’re ‘just friends.’
“I only said that so they’d stop with the teasing,” you tried to explain, but it only went on deaf ears. Ron kept on ranting. About what, you were unsure of, but he wasn’t listening to you anymore. You sighed and got up, walking over to him. “Ron,” you said, trying to get his attention. “Ronald, can I please say something?” Again, he ignored you. “Ron,” you tried once more.
He wasn’t responding to you, just muttering angrily and incoherently to himself. You had to take drastic measures. You grabbed him by the shoulders, stopping him in his tracks, and smashed your lips onto his. He was obviously startled at first, but then he eased into it, knotting his fingers in your hair. When you finally pulled away you were both gasping for breath.
“May I please speak now?” You breathed against his lips. He just nodded. “I do love you, Ron. I have for a long time. I didn’t say anything because I thought you’d reject me, or that you wouldn’t want to be around me anymore.”
“That’s ridiculous. I always want to be around you. I love you,” emphasizing the last part.
You smiled, rubbing your thumbs along his pink cheeks. “I get it, Ron. I love you too.”
“Can we be more than just friends then?” He asked, hopefully.
“Hell yes, we can.”
He grinned, kissing you once more. “The twins are gonna give us hell for this, aren’t they?”
This one is a little long because I didn’t divide it up into 2 parts, but I hope everyone enjoys! Do you prefer them to be shorter or a little on the longer side?
You Get Jealous
Harry:Gryffindor, halfblood, same year
I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.
I know hate is a strong word, but it was the only emotion I was feeling at this moment. I hate her perfect flaming red her. I hate her perfect freckled complexion. And I hate her perfect personality. She had Harry wrapped around her perfect little finger. She didn’t even have to do anything. She just existed and he was obsessed.
By the way, if any of you, like me, are nerds who love maps, I highly recommend checking out the Turgot map. I won’t link it or tumblr will eat this post, but you can find it just by searching Wikipedia - it’s an incredibly detailed 3D map of Paris made in the 1730s, and by “incredibly detailed,” I mean
incredibly
incredibly
INCREDIBLY
DETAILED!
Look, there’s Notre Dame! Individual trees! Individual lampposts! Individual boats!! (Some of them even have little people in lol, though clearly not to scale)
The full scan is over 35,000 pixels wide, guys! That’s over 10 feet of map!! All drawn and engraved by hand! I’m freaking out a little! What an absolutely amazing piece of history & art!
People seem to not know how old writers are when they make their stories.
Stephanie Meyer wrote Twilight in 2003, at age 29
Cassandra Clare started writing Mortal Instruments in 2004, at age 31
Rick Riordan published Percy Jackson & the Olympians, the book about 12yrolds, at age 41
George R. R. Martin published A Game of Thrones, at age 48
You can’t even use the “but fanfiction isn’t real writing” argument because of how many fanfiction turn movies there is. They are clearly enough of a story to be made into published books.
Anna Renee Todd’s After series was a Harry Styles fanfiction, which was published in 2014, when she was 25
E.L. James Fifty Shades of Grey series was a Twilight fanfiction, which was published in 2011, when she was 48
Mortal Instruments was a Harry Potter fanfiction.
Why must they act like After someone turns 20 their life ends, like people can’t have hobbies???
No I think it’s worse- they’re not mad that you’re doing stuff after you’re 20, they’re saying it’s morally disgusting for an adult to write about people underage. They’re so bombarded in this hyperchristianized mindset that they think any written thing by an adult, if it’s about a character that’s underage, means it must be pedophilia and its getting really really REALLY old.
Spoilers: fiction isn’t real
I’m sorry to tell everyone but Peter Parker, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson aren’t real living alive with a body and feelings people, no matter how well written they are.
Sonic the hedgehog is not in fact a real living blue talking hedgehog.
They haven’t put the pieces together to work out that ~if only children write about children, they will never have a published work again~
No more cartoons, no more movies, no more tv shows where anyone under the age of 20 has a love interest, kisses, or has a sexual thought again
So, since romance is so forced down everyones’ throats… just none ever again. Because writing about a teenager kissing another teenager is “pedophilia” to puritans
Kids have shit to do like school, homework, and their own lives, and frankly? As a bitch who started writing at 12? I didn’t get fucking good til I was in my 20s
A lot of the fic on AO3 is written by adults because (and this also never occurs to them) you will continue to age if you do not die first
With any luck whatsoever every single one of these lil fucks will one day be over 20 and will hopefully realize that they don’t need to instantly burn everything they used to like
That wanting to write about your favourite characters smooching actually has nothing whatsoever to do with anything you want to do with your physical human body
(and please think about how much that logic also lends itself to “you can’t date someone and write fanfic or you’re cheating on them” <- a fucking absurd position)
Adults who write teens got there by Having Been Teenagers Themselves and one day you will all be as old and as cringe as me :)
(but if you’re lucky you will also kick cringe to death, step over its corpse, and keep doing whatever makes you fucking happy instead of being a joyless dick)
So yeah, if you wanna boycott fiction by anyone older than you? You can certainly try, but be very prepared for there to be very little left, and it still won’t all be the “morally pure” coffee shop AUs because teens also write some extremely fucked up shit
You want the soft and tender fluff, you accept that you know literally fucking nothing about the author other than what they choose to share, and It Is Not Your Fucking Business To Know More
I swear this is connected to the whole “post your full name, birthday, home town, school, and all your triggers in your bio/carrd” or you’re a bad person bs, back in my day we ain’t telling the internet SHIT and didn’t expect to know shit about anyone else on it either
Yup. Plus, guess what, all those adults used to be teens, so if they want to write about their own experiences back then (or conversely, about the experiences they wish they’d have had), who are you to tell them they can’t?
I’ve written fanfics (and yes, smutty ones) involving characters aged 17-19, because, yes, kids that age do have sex. I also have teenaged kids myself. I can assure you from the bottom of my heart that I have never felt the tiniest spark of attraction for any of the various 17-year-old kids hanging around at our house. Fiction and real life are two very different things, and it’s not hard to keep them apart.
Personal blog of happenstance of whatever chooses my fancy. Avid reader, gamer. SlytherPuff (Slytherin + Hufflepuff). Also like Kdrama - Kpop- -Cdrama.
Did I mention I'm also obsessed with harem and isekai anime with a dash of romance?
