- in POA when all the lights went out on the train and she accidentally sat on Harry’s lap
- when she #rekt Ron when he attempted to slut shame her
- when she WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP!!! BY CATCHING THE SNITCH!!! FROM UNDER CHO CHANG’S NOSE!!!
- when she walked in on Percy and Penelope Clearwater making out
- when she organized the DA during snapes run as headmaster and rebelled even though she was risking torture and possible death and tried to steal the sword of gryffindor and literally did everything she could to fight the death eaters at Hogwarts and protect/give hope to the other students
bonus: when Harry was moping around after he was ~possessed~ by Voldemort in OOTP and she was like Hey Remember When I was Possessed and he said he forgot and she was like LUCKY YOU OHHHHH HARRY GET REKT but also ginny being there to support him and make him realize he was not alone while simultaneously wrecking his entire life… That’s true love #Hinny4Ever
double bonus: when it was implied she fought someone for making fun of Luna
Yeah. Today, this fandom made me pissy. From beginning to end.
And I see a lot of notes on here from people who are just as sad and pissy as I am. And I see a lot of people leaving Tumblr for various reasons, all of them good. And I see some people staying for various reasons, all of them good. The one I mainly see is because of friendships. Which got me thinking. About the people I’ve met on here. And why.
So, a year ago, I started chatting with this person. She was one of the first people I followed. Loved her blog. Loved her spirit. It started innocently enough. I asked her if she was in Texas and told her I lived there once. That chat led to other chats which led to conversations. But at the time what she didn’t know was that she was saving my sanity. Because there she was in Texas, and there I was at the foot of my mother’s bed watching her die. It’s been a year. A year since iridescentstone kept me from losing my mind, and completely ruining any relationship I had with my sisters. My mother did not go easily. And my sisters (well…3 of them) are idiots. There was so much drama on my end that I sat with my laptop, earbuds in, and watched an entire season of Daredevil, True Detective, The Blacklist and Catastrophe. So I wouldn’t have to listen to my mother’s pain. Or my sisters’ breathing/speaking/being alive in the same room with me. And while I watched, I chatted with this person. About Sam. And Cait. And Sam and Cait. Which turned into lengthy conversations about anything and everything. We’ve been through a lot together, she and I. A LOT.
So, yeah. This fandom can suck on a good day. It can rip your heart out on a bad one. But the people I’ve met are worth more. There are lots of others I chat with now. Great women. We laugh. We lament. We discuss. We debate. And each and every one of them have become special to me. They know who they are. And why I like them.
So to every one feeling pissy today, I feel ya. Probably feel pissy tomorrow, too. But to every one of you who I talk to, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You never know who you might be saving by being a friend. So go ahead those-beyond-my-control, mock us all you want. Show me as many pictures as you want. I came for the pretty. I’m staying for the strength. The strength of so many incredible, wonderful, smart, amazing Women. Of which I count myself as one. And whether we chat or not, count yourselves in.
xo iridescentstone. X O (couldn’t help myself. I got mushy today).