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lily winterwood (real name undisclosed). she/her/hers, chinese, queer. blog is occasionally nsfw, will tag accordingly. icon credit melon-bunbuns.
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[Image Description: Draco Malfoy, wearing a grey shirt and buckskin breeches, and Harry Potter, wearing a red Weasley jumper with a golden H on it and sweatpants, lie next to one another in bed holding hands. Next to Draco lie copies of Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit.]

Lord Harry Potter and the Terrors of the Past, a fic by @omgkatsudonplease with banner art by the excellent @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

Draco turned to look at him, and then up at the velvet-dark canopy of Potter’s bed. “I know Mother Magic exists,” he said, more to himself than to Potter. “I’ve felt Her presence before.” “Really,” said Potter, his voice soft. “A long time ago,” amended Draco. The other nice thing about the half-light was that it was easier to hide the tears prickling at his eyes.  Suddenly, he was lying in the Hospital Wing again, a half-drunk glass of Mandrake Restorative Draught on the bedside table, an unanswered plea to Mother Magic roiling through his head. The scar on his hand still twinged at inopportune times, he felt more cold and exhausted than ever, and he was waking up from so many night terrors that it was affecting his ability to concentrate in class. Professor Babbling had even commented on it in a note to Madam Pomfrey, which Draco had yet to take to the Hospital Wing. Mother Magic must be on holiday, or in dire need of an ear trumpet. The spot in his heart that should be full of Her warmth and love was only cold and empty now, like the lost ties between him and Dobby. But even as he thought that, a new warmth seemed to creep into his chest, like the first bud of spring against frost-covered ground. Potter—no, Harry—had taken his hand, his warm fingers brushing across Draco’s left palm where his scar lay gently pulsing. “Does she make you happy?” asked Harry. “Mother Magic chose me,” replied Draco, resolutely not looking at him. He felt more than saw Harry’s frown. “That’s not the same thing,” murmured the Gryffindor. But it has to be, Draco didn’t say, because what’s the point of being special, of being chosen, if you’re not happy about it? When the untimely escape of his godfather from Azkaban coincides with a mysterious plot against his Aunt Sevvy, Lord Harry of the Honourable and Most Ancient House of Potter realises that ‘guilty’ in the Wizarding world is relative, and innocence itself has a steep price. Part Three of Heirs of Avalon, a Pureblood Culture deconstruction.

Read here on AO3!

#harry potter#draco malfoy#drarry#hp fanfiction#pureblood culture#deconstruction#lily's dabbles
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maykitz

yesterday i was hiking with my dog and passed by a family with their 14 yo princess of darkness trotting behind them in very unsuitable clothes and uncomfortable shoes that clearly weren't meant to get dirty on forest mud. oh the quintessential teenage experience of doing something in a way that is stupid and sucks because it's important that it's your own way 🫡

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binary-bluejay

The experience of being a teenager, especially, is relentlessly being forced to do things by authority figures who have arbitrary power over you. As a result "Okay, I'll do it, but I'll do it in the least compliant way possible" is a persistent and entirely sympathetic element of being a teenager

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ganymedesclock

Okay as someone who professionally works with kids, I'll weigh on on this and say: the thing about defiance and "brattiness" is they are defense mechanisms for having no power in your life.

Kids and teens do not have power in their life. Even in the most ideal of circumstances. They can't really make informed choices about voting or houses and especially in America, the entire social structure is hostile to letting them go where they want to go.

So OP is absolutely right and put it beautifully. "it's important that it's your own way." I've seen preverbal babies force their shoes off their feet in response to a completely unrelated obligation because I can force them to take a nap but I can't make them take a nap AND nicely keep their shoes on. It is arguably a pretty stupid defiance, but defiance isn't about being smart.

It's the scream of a person without power insisting if they have no choice but to do this, they will do it their way! And that's more important than practicality. It's more important than being reasonable.

I firmly believe that deep down adults aren't less bratty or defiant than kids are- they're just given more leeway and power so they're more used to having control and use that to cope. The average 30-year-old would absolutely have a meltdown in the pasta aisle if they were regularly dragged to places they didn't want to be by another adult who they were never allowed to be away from or choose where they were going besides very limited exceptions.

(also disclaimer that in using the term "bratty" I am by no means condemning this behavior. It's born of a frustration that is completely understandable.)

#important#hfpw
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luka-button
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sgt-celestial

idk why but i feel like being a punk is for he/hims and doing ballet is for she/hers

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sgt-celestial

Bibliography

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megafreeman
#memeology#i love that bibliography
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stonerbilbo
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notbecauseofvictories
Anonymous asked:

Can you tell me why Frodo is so important in lotr? Why can't someone else, anyone else, carry the ring to mordor?

notbecauseofvictories answered:

but someone else could.

that’s the whole point of frodo—there is nothing special about him, he’s a hobbit, he’s short and likes stories, smokes pipeweed and makes mischief, he’s a young man like other young men, except for the singularly important fact that he is the one who volunteers. there is this terrible thing that must be done, the magnitude of which no one fully understands and can never understand before it is done, but frodo says me and frodo says I will.

(when boromir is thinking of how he can use the ring to defend gondor, when aragorn is thinking of how it brought down proud isildur, when elrond is holding council and gandalf is thinking of how twisted he would become, if he ever dared—)

but then there’s frodo, who desires nothing except what he has already left behind him, and says, I will take the Ring.

it is an offer made out of absolute innocence, utter sincerity. It is made without knowing what it will make of him—and frodo loses everything to the ring, he loses peace and himself and the shire, he loses the ability to be in the world. It’s cruel, the ring is cruel, it searches out every weakness you have and feeds on it, drinks you dry and fills you with its poison instead, the ring is so cruel.

and frodo picks it up willingly. for no other reason except that it has to be done.

(the ring warps boromir into a hopeless grasping dead thing, the power of the palantir turns denethor into an old man, jealous and suspicious, it bends even saruman, once the proudest of the istari, into a mechanised warlord, sitting in his fortress and bent over his perverse creations—all the best of intentions, laid waste)

but there’s a reason gollum exists in the narrative, which is to show—well, to show what frodo might have been. because even as frodo grows mistrustful and wearied, as the burden of this ring grows heavier and heavier, he is never gollum. he is gentle to gollum. he is afraid—god frodo is so afraid for 2/3 of these books he is so tired and afraid, but he keeps moving, he walks though it would pull him into the ground, because he asked for this, he said he would.

someone else could have carried the ring to mordor, I suppose. the idea of a martyr is not dependent on the particular flesh and blood person dying for some greater purpose. but such a thing has to be chosen, lifted onto your shoulders for the right reason, the truest reasons, and followed into the dark, though it would see you burnt through and bled out.

I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.

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mushfromnewsies

y'know say what you want about tumblr (and I have), but this is still probably the simplest and most powerful distillation of the heart of the Lord of the Rings I’ve ever read. I think back to it all the time

#tolkien#hfpw
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argentconflagration

when the subject of "why do people believe things that are seriously wrong and harmful" comes up it feels like you kinda hear one of two perspectives:

"oh, that's easy! it's because they're fundamentally Bad people who want to hurt others and choose their beliefs to justify that! :) hope this helps"

or

"they just don't have access to the same information we do. look at this person who was raised in a cult! don't you feel sorry for her?"

and like, yes, fine, some people were in fact raised in cults, but what i wish people would understand is that the bulk of it is just normal human flaws, like:

  • they want to believe stuff that makes them feel smart and cool and like they've figured everything out (you also do this)
  • they want to believe stuff that makes them feel like their emotions are justified and grounded in reality, and that the people they want to hurt deserve to be hurt (you also do this)
  • they form conclusions before they've processed all the relevant information, and cling to that first impression even when new info comes to light (you also do this)
  • they pick up beliefs from the people around them because they want to be liked and fit in, not because the beliefs are good or true (you also do this)
  • they come up with reasons that the stuff that benefits them (and the people they like and identify with) is actually overwhelmingly best for everyone and obviously the right thing to do (you also do this)
  • they pay more attention to stuff that supports what they already believe and avoid looking in places that might show them otherwise (you also do this)
  • they listen to people who talk like 'one of them' and ignore others (you also do this)
  • they come up with reasons to dismiss people with conflicting viewpoints as obviously in bad faith or ignorant or a shill or evil (you also do this)
  • they fail to take their own beliefs seriously sometimes, and take their beliefs way too seriously other times, in a selective way that lets them do the things they already wanted to do (you also do this)
  • the very ways they construct the ideas of 'knowledge' and 'wisdom' and 'belief' and 'understanding' are biased so that what they don't want to believe comes under lots of scrutiny and what they do want to believe receives less (you also do this)

you, dear reader, are presumably right about everything and were correct to die on every hill you've ever died on, but the difference between you and someone who's wrong about important stuff doesn't look like "well they're inherently evil and i'm not", it probably looks like a combination of:

  • natural environment (they would have been exposed to different information than you regardless of their choices)
  • being in the right place at the right time (your particular profile of flaws and virtues happened to be what was needed to lead you to the right conclusions, they had the opposite experience)
  • random luck (you doubled down on what felt right to believe but wasn't, but it turned out to be inconsequential, or even right for different reasons, while they doubled down on what turned out to be a horrible mistake distorting their entire worldview)
  • you do less of the things in the previous list, and over time the difference between you and them adds up

and, look, i also do these things. the nicest and most thoughtful people i've ever met do these things. if you meet someone who never does any of these things, i dunno, give them a fucking medal or something.

i know you're doing your best. we're all doing our best.

#important#politics for ts#hfpw
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big-idiot-wolf-boys

The way I've already seen uncountable "Netflix is hiring!" Ads. They're really just gonna hire scabs and pretend the WGA strike isn't happening....

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direwolfrules

This is a reminder to anyone who wants to go into screenwriting. This is not an opportunity to get your foot in the door. Do not take any writing jobs during the strike. This includes freelance or “script editing” jobs.

You will be a scab. Scabs are barred from union membership. By crossing the picket line to get your foot in the door you’ll be burning one of the most important bridges in your life. You will actively be harming your future job prospects.

This strike will end one day. Those writers who are out picketing will reenter the writers room and start producing work with the legal and financial protections and guarantees they’re fighting for, and you will not be among their ranks. You will be a scab. A traitor.

A lack of union membership will harm your prospects job wise. Do not scab. Knowledge of your scabbing, traitorous ways will cost you your ability to make friends in the industry. Do not scab. Support the WGA as they fight for your rights. Do. Not. Scab.

#writers' guild of america#wga strike
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kedreeva

Did you know that peafowl are born with a full set of flight feathers? It only takes them 3-4 days to remove the sheaths and put a little length on them, and then they are capable of flight!

It's very obnoxious!

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kedreeva

glad that came through in text

#hfpw#awwww