The new episode of Baman Piderman has sealed the deal for SquibxPumkin to be my newest OTP. Lindsay and Alex, you guys know how to make your fans happy.


First off, if you’ve never watched “Baman Piderman” then you have never seen the greatest, funniest, cutest web series on the planet.

Secondly, this is my all-time favorite episode ever. You won’t understand it completely, but when I watched it, I died of cuteness overload.

And that’s not something I say very often.


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Baman Piderman - Squib Week (Ep 19)


They aren’t gay, or leavians or straight or asexual…. They are Squib and Pumkin

There are four myths, broadly speaking, that tell the story of how magic first came into the world. The first myth and the one known best, of all the other myths, tells of a blessing, passed on from generation to generation - a gift from a divine being. The fourth is its opposite and tells of a blessing given to all men, to each a skill that was their own. Some were given magic and some were given wits, but they were all equal, none more blessed than the other. Men pulled these myths out of shape, as they are always wont to, and in time the wix forgot the origins of their beliefs and invented theories of magic to explain why they believed what they believed.

And by these new understandings, justified their acts.

Perhaps it was for the best that these wix, all across the world united by but one thing - that they had this one common enemy who sought to erase all that they stood for - believed, then, that the squibs and muggleborns and the squib children born to the non-magical folk were as equal as they were. Without them they may never have known how they could have best helped the muggles - how they could have most effectively fought the colonizers. Without the Theosophical Society to link the All India Jadukara Azaadi Association and the All India Home Rule League, they might all have fought separately - a people scattered. Without Annie Besant, a squib with a talent for magical theory and the leader of the Theosophical Society in India, a young pureblood wizard by the name of Porrex O'Neill might never have taken part in the events of Bloody Sunday. Without him there to witness the fateful events of the thirteenth of November, 1887, The Banshee’s Scream might have never been written and wix all over Ireland might never have had that one eureka moment - might never have realized that the wounds that hurt their muggle brothers and sisters were wounds that hurt them too.

It was easy, for those who thought of the magical and non-magical folk as irreconcilably different, to think squibs were less than humans - disposable. To switch them with muggle children who showed signs of magic or to lock them up - or worse, simply ‘disappear’ them. It was easy, too, for them to believe that secrecy was more important than the identity and the freedom of a people. That the magical folk could hide and look the other way while their muggle brethren died - by the heat of the sun, for freedom, for who they were: for their right to be.

It was easy, because it did not hurt them where they would hurt most. In fact, it did not hurt them at all.

It was easy, when one believed in a particular truth, to believe all sorts of things. To believe, for example, that they were far above the muggles in their inaction. Or that the affairs of muggles were their own to contend with - not their business. That the muggle world never touched their world - could never touch their world. That it was all for the best that all their stories of resistance and bravery disappear and instead be rewritten to favour one goodhearted muggle Englishman.

In the end, it all came down to a matter of choosing between the heart, thousands of years of instinct and an old old story; and a new found desire to please witches and wizards with strange-sounding surnames and yet another old story. Or put very simply, a choice between the death of the flesh through bravery or the death of the soul through cowardice.

Perhaps it was for the best, in the end, that they had believed the wrong myth after all.

Pictured: Annie Besant - Theosophist, Socialist, Feminist, supporter of Irish self-rule and one of India’s key freedom fighters. Links in the article redirect to the various pieces from Resistance/Independence week, as well as some other fics on this blog that have looked at this theme in the past.



Can I have Piderman pls