“If you thought Katherine being sucked into hell was bad, just wait until you see what Elena is about to go through. Not only does she have the vampire-eating virus, but her hallucinations will also cause her to go a bit nutso. The light at the end of the tunnel? The kiss at the end of this preview is only the start of one crazy-hot hookup. Let’s just hope they don’t eat each other in the process!”—Elena is back on The Vampire Diaries! Any scoop for what’s next? (x)
“Schue calls Sam to his office to tell him he’s a leader like Finn and he needs to be that leader in LA. Well, Blaine has been the leader of the New Directions for all of sennior year, but yeah, Schue usually goes all “Straight White Hope” so this seems about right.”—LeakyNews (via princewarblersteenagedream)
"Kurt!" Blaine says the moment Kurt picks up. "Kurt, you won’t believe it."
"You won?" Kurt demands excitedly. "Oh my God you guys-"
"Well," Blaine’s voice is sheepish. "Not…not exactly."
"Oh. Oh. Oh, honey,” Kurt says, voice soft and hating Vogue, NYADA and the diner in equal measure for keeping him from being there with Blaine right now. “I’m so sorry.”
"I am too. We came in second."
"That’s still good!"
"It’s not a win," Blaine says, "And I mean…it’s…"
"I know," Kurt whispers.
"I know you know. And I appreciate that you know." thank you for knowing me goes unspoken and it makes Kurt feel warm and fuzzy inside, “But that’s not why I called you. Kurt: you’ll never guess who one of the judges is.”
"Total way. The founder of Prancercise is right here. In front of me. Kurt I am literally two feet away from her."
"I’m so jealous!" Kurt hisses. "Oh my God, Blaine, she is already better than all the judges we ever had combined."
"Shit, Kurt," Blaine says, voice going a little high, "Kurt she’s walking up to me I’m going to- hi, Ms. Rohrback."
Kurt bites his lip as he hears the muffled conversation through the phone (You guys were just wonderful on stage there/Oh thank you very much) and hates everything even more for keeping him away.
"I’m actually a huge fan, Ms. Rohrback. My fiance and I have tried Prancercise and have plans to incorporate it into our daily schedules once I move to New York."
"We’re both big fans. In fact…would you mind terribly….I have him on the phone."
Kurt’s breath catches as the sound of the phone being passed over reaches his ears and then a joyful “Hello!” is right in his ear. He vaguely hears Blaine whisper his name and then Joanna Rohrback is actually saying, “Hello, Kurt! Your fiance is just wonderful and I’m happy you’re both such big fans. Good luck with your Prancercising. As long as you believe in yourselves, you’ll be able to accomplish it.”
"Thank you Ms. Rohrback," Kurt breathes.
He hears the phone passed back over and one final compliment before Blaine’s voice is back in his ear. “Kurt. Kurt.”
"Oh my God I know!" Kurt exclaims. "Oh, Blaine."
"This was definitely worth the trip out here," and Kurt can hear the bitterness in his voice.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not yet. Maybe when I get home. I don’t want to bring anyone else down more, you know?"
"Of course I do, dutiful leader," Kurt teases gently. "I love you. So much. My future husband to be."
"And that," Blaine says and Kurt can see him smiling even though he is miles and states away, "Is better than any trophy."
"When I was with the Warblers, sneaking onto the stage the night before a competition was tradition. There were other traditions I can’t really speak about." And with that, a million gay good luck orgy headcanons/fics were born.
What men don’t understand is that women are FIERCELY PROTECTIVE of underage girls because we remember when we were young and some adult man made us uncomfortable or manipulated us or was inappropriate with us and we were powerless.
Okay, okay, I’m going to tell you what Hermione sees in Ron.
A trio is a balancing act, right? They’re equalizers of each other. Harry’s like the action, Hermione’s the brains, Ron’s the heart. Hermione has been assassinated in these movies, and I mean that genuinely—by giving her every single positive character trait that Ron has, they have assassinated her character in the movies. She’s been harmed by being made to be less human, because everything good Ron has, she’s been given.
So, for instance: “If you want to kill Harry, you’re going to have to kill me too”—RON, leg is broken, he’s in pain, gets up and stands in front of Harry and says this. Who gets that line in the movie? Hermione.
“Fear of a name increases the fear of the thing itself.” Hermione doesn’t say Voldemort’s name until well into the books—that’s Dumbledore’s line. When does Hermione say it in the movies? Beginning of Movie 2.
When the Devil’s Snare is curling itself around everybody, Hermione panics, and Ron is the one who keeps his head and says “Are you a witch or not?” In the movie, everybody else panics and Hermione keeps her head and does the biggest, brightest flare of sunlight spell there ever was.
So, Hermione—all her flaws were shaved away in the films. And that sounds like you’re making a kick-ass, amazing character, and what you’re doing is dehumanizing her. And it pisses me off. It really does.
In the books, they balance each other out, because where Hermione gets frazzled and maybe her rationality overtakes some of her instinct, Ron has that to back it up; Ron has a kind of emotional grounding that can keep Hermione’s hyper-rationalness in check. Sometimes Hermione’s super-logical nature grates Harry and bothers him, and isn’t the thing he needs even if it’s the right thing, like when she says “You have a saving people thing.” That is the thing that Harry needed to hear, she’s a hundred percent right, but the way she does it is wrong. That’s the classic “she’s super logical, she’s super brilliant, but she doesn’t know how to handle people emotionally,” at least Harry.
So in the books they are this balanced group, and in the movies, in the movies—hell, not even Harry is good enough for Hermione in the movies. No one’s good enough for Hermione in the movies—God isn’t good enough for Hermione in the movies! Hermione is everybody’s everything in the movies.
Harry’s idea to jump on the dragon in the books, who gets it in the movies? Hermione, who hates to fly. Hermione, who overcomes her withering fear of flying to take over Harry’s big idea to get out of the—like, why does Hermione get all these moments?
[John: Because we need to market the movie to girls.]
I think girls like the books, period. And like the Hermione in the books, and like the Hermione in the books just fine before Hollywood made her idealized and perfect. And if they would have trusted that, they would have been just fine.
Would the movies have been bad if she was as awesome as she was in the books, and as human as she was in the books? Would the movies get worse?
She IS a strong girl character. This is the thing that pisses me off. They are equating “strong” with superhuman. To me, the Hermione in the book is twelve times stronger than the completely unreachable ideal of Hermione in the movies. Give me the Hermione in the book who’s human and has flaws any single day of the week.
Here’s a classic example: When Snape in the first book yells at Hermione for being an insufferable know-it-all, do you want to know what Ron says in the book? “Well, you’re asking the questions, and she has to answer. Why ask if you don’t want to be told?” What does he say in the movie? “He’s got a point, you know.” Ron? Would never do that. Would NEVER do that, even before he liked Hermione. Ron would never do that.
Melissa Anelli THROWS IT DOWN about the way Ron and Hermione have been adapted in the movies on the latest episode of PotterCast. Listen here. This glorious rant starts at about 49:00. (via karakamos)
The dudes responding to this really, really irritate me. “Oh, it’s because they need to market it to girls!”, “Oh, it’s because Emma Watson is hot!”, “Oh, it’s because they need a Strong Female Character!”, “Oh, it’s because it’s easier to write complex women in books than films!” NO. Stop.
Thank fuck for this rant, though, and thank you Melissa for bringing this up.
Harry disappears from the wizarding world for a little while after the fall of Voldemort and only like Ron Hermione and Ginny know where he’s gone
but he’s traveling. he considered backpacking Europe, but then he realized he’d had enough of camping for at least twenty years, so he teaches himself to drive and pulls enough strings to get himself an American drivers’ license and and then he’s off on a roadtrip in a beat-up car that’s still fast as anything. he doesn’t use magic if he can help it because it feels tainted, feels like it belongs to the war, feels like it marks him out again as someone with power and responsibility and the weight of a world on his shoulders. and for now he wants to find out what it is not to be a world-saving wizard, but just to be Harry.
and he meets a lot of strangers (he figures it’s safe enough picking up hitchhikers when they’re more than likely muggles and he’s got his wand if anything bad happens) and he learns what it’s like to be just another face, another car on the road and he learns all sorts of stuff on the radio, tries every genre out there. and it’s nice to listen to stuff that isn’t specifically designed to remind him of the wizarding world, but he finds so much of it surprisingly relatable and sometimes he just breaks down sobbing at the wheel and has to pull over.
and one of the hitchhikers he picks up is a veteran, and Harry doesn’t tell him much but he does say that he’s been a soldier, too, and it’s hard adjusting to a life that you never thought would exist because things were so hard that you could not imagine yourself after. hard to think about settling down and marrying the girl you thought you’d die loving. hard to think that not everyone around you is an enemy. were you a prisoner of war? the veteran asks. or undercover? both, says Harry. and lost, not knowing whether I was on the run or on a mission that was taking a year. I got back alive in the end but something—something’s definitely dead, you know?
how old are you, says the veteran. I’m eighteen, says Harry. the veteran raises his eyebrows. but they both know that some armies, some wars, don’t care about your age.
I think the dead thing is me, Harry says one day, when he’s going seventy in a fifty-five mile zone and the sun is setting in their eyes. when I killed the enemy, I killed myself.
and the veteran looks at him for a very long moment and Harry slows down and looks back at him and at last the man says, no. no, you lived. and you’re going to keep living, son, and one day you’ll be ready to marry that girl, if you love her, and now that you’ve got out of the war, it’s time to get the war out of you.
(they almost have a wreck when Harry pulls over to the side of the road, gets out, sits in the grass and laughs through his tears. flowers start to spring up around him and he feels the magic in his core, but this time it’s peaceful and pure and fun. unspoiled. and he knows it won’t always feel this way but for now things are leaking out of him, joyful things, because he is the boy who lived again, the boy who lived after the war.)