“listen… harry’s in trouble, and we could tell mum and dad, but I reckon we should just steal the flying car and go kidnap him in his muggle neighborhood, even though I’m 12 and you’re both 14 and this is a crime and the three of us cant drive”
i’m just sitting here dying of laughter thinking about McGonagall looking over Harry in first year like yeah the kid gets into some dangerous shenanigans but it always seems to be for a greater purpose and his heart’s in the right place and he’s so sweet and quiet usually, clearly he takes after his mother Lily thank goodness this is good this boy is good
and then dead ass one year later kid shows up to school crashing into a tree with his bestie in a flying car instead of just owling the damn school that they’d missed the train and she’s just like DING DONG I WAS WRONG
you know what would have been great? if ron got sorted into slytherin.
we have this kid on the train, the first friend harry meets, with his
corned beef sandwiches and smudged nose. ron is eleven years old and he
wants gryffindor, because he’s a weasley and that’s what always happens.
but it doesn’t happen.
what a way to redeem slytherin house– or, god, at least complicate it. because ron is
petty. he is mean and sharp and ambitious and jealous– and he is loyal
to the ends of the earth. he is all those things, and he is and always
has been good.
potter becomes before weasley in the alphabet, so harry says not slytherin please and gets told might as well be gryffindor.
percy and fred and george are all sitting there in red and gold,
ruffling the already-ruffled hair of the boy who lived, smug, and then
ron sits down and the hat spits out slytherin!
c'mon it’d be fun. just imagine–
the weasleys freaking out– but even that first christmas molly sends him a sweater in beautiful green and silver.
snape taking points from gryffindor when ron breaks rules or mouths off. “i’m in your house.” “hm, couldn’t tell which weasley it was…” /drifts away
with harry in potions and in flying– whatever classes they happen to
share. meeting up to study. scarfing down their breakfasts at separate
tables so they can go hang out in the empty classrooms before the day
starts. hermione reads while they play exploding snap.
the trio signing up for all the same electives third year. this
friendship being something they earn and work for; not just the one that
looked easiest. (not to bash canon ron&harry, the bros to end all
bros, but by putting this very obvious obstacle between them– it makes
it that much clearer to the reader that this is a love worth fighting
for, because they’re fighting for it).
ron being jealous
that harry and hermione get to share this house, this home, these
hours, while he’s stuck with malfoy and parkinson and goyle– because
that would eat him up some days, some months, this insecure kid who’s
been the last at everything all his life. this kid who always leaves and
always comes back.
who constantly compares himself to his brothers– not as smart, not as
popular, not as good. one more nail in that coffin, here, yeah? he’s not
a prefect, not a quidditch star, not a troublemaker– and even when he
becomes those things, someone else has always gotten there first.
well, i guess he got to this house first at least
ron still snaps at snape in potions, after hermione’s been ignored
three times, “you know, sir, i think hermione might know the answer.” he
still pulls the bars off harry’s window with a stolen, flying car. he
still shows harry around the burrow shyly, not knowing what a wonder a
warm home is. he still stands up in the shrieking shack as best as he
can with a broken leg and tells a mass murderer that if he wants harry
he’ll have to go through him first.
ron weasley is a lot of things, but one of them is absolutely a true friend.
in their second year:
when everyone calls harry the heir, they eye ron at
his side and sniff.
when hermione lays petrified in the medical ward,
ron sits at her side and reads her homework assignments aloud and thinks
my house this was my house.
when ron hugs ginny’s damp, shaking frame after the chamber, ron says sorry and sorry and are you okay and i’m so sorry and ginny calls him an idiot.
trio spends more time in the library with hermione, since ron can’t
come to gryffindor tower to study, and homework remains a thing that has
to happen. fred and george constantly try to sneak him into the tower
“c'mon, ronnykins, you belong here, you deserve it, no
one’s gonna fuss, it’s your BIRTHRIGHT,” and ron fusses and rolls his
eyes at them
and then in fourth year in one of those periods where he’s not talking to harry and harry’s not talking to him– he just snaps
at the twins
because it’s not, alright?
not his birthright, not his
house, and maybe no one would fuss if he snuck in, maybe no one would care, and that makes it worse not better, because then he’s just that weasley who should’ve beengryffindor
harry overhears this caterwauling, feels his heart fall to his toes,
and goes and awkwardly asks ron if he wants to go a few laps on his
(because, god, harry-the-chosen-one, harry-in-the-cupboard-under-the-stairs, harry-who’ll-save-us-all– he knows what it’s like to have should have beens on your shoulders, and he knows what it’s like to not be wanted).
ron cheers for gryffindor during quidditch matches
in those first few years, and sits with hagrid and hermione and neville.
harry’s seeker, and fred and george are beaters, and ginny becomes
chaser eventually, and honestly screw the slytherin team. they have each
and every one of them said disparaging things about ron’s mother.
and hermione badger ron into trying out for keeper fourth year; he and
harry have been practicing on the quidditch pitch because its a
non-library-shaped place to hang out where both of them are allowed. ron
makes the slytherin roster, and malfoy grudgingly provides ron a team
broom after the captain chews him out for a bit.
“he may be a weasley, but he’s our keeper, don’t you want to win, draco”
the sort of things they spit in the locker room, the words the
players hiss or snigger, the slurs that come easy to their tongues–
ron would like to say that he considered just walking out of the
cesspit, but instead he snipes and sasses and shouts and sometimes tries
to spell slugs at the worst of them.
it doesn’t do
much, that one irritated voice of protest– except that it does. and
he’s got a new (hand-me-down) wand, after the gilderoy fiasco, so the
slugs even come out the right end.
fred gives him a black eye with a bludger one time (though ron does
manage to block the quaffle) and molly sends a howler to gryffindor
table with the morning post. (“RON DID YOU TATTLE”) (“IT WAS CLEARLY
PERCY, FRED, SIT DOWN”)
(the weasleys often have family
conversations across the great hall, with hufflepuffs and ravenclaws
covering their ears long-sufferingly between them)
the lake, it’s still ron hanging there in the water, still and bloated.
it’s still harry’s heart that stutters in his chest, for all it’s just a
game, just a game, just a game, right?
listens hard and tries to talk himself out of fist fights, all that
next year in the slytherin common room as they read aloud rita skeeter
when hermione calls dumbledore’s army to
its first session in that pub, there are green scarves in that crowd–
ron and one of the beaters who ron’s gotten to help glare to rest of the
slytherin quidditch team into submission.
ron beats draco to
being prefect (i think i remember it was
dumbledore and not mcgonagall who seemed to award prefect status– snape
doesn ’t get a say).
percy is SO PROUD, as usual, but so are fred and
george. “did you see the little malfoy git? green with shame, my god.”
when harry has the dream about sirius, ron isn’t
there to wake. but when draco’s pulled out of bed to be a professional
bully– er, i mean inquisitorial squad member– ron follows at a careful
distance and curses draco from behind.
they ride thestrals over
london. harry finds the prophecy and ron thinks about the sorts of
things that get decided at your birth.
sirius black was a son of slytherin who had a lion living in his chest that he couldn’t hide away.
ron was meant to be gryffindor, and through a haze of injury and fear he watches sirius die just out of harry’s reach.
just imagine: ron with his temper and his sharp
words and his fierce loyalty. ron who looks into the mirror of erised
and sees house cups and prefect badges and ambitions earned– he could
belong in slytherin. there is nothing wrong with wanting things, and he
wants them so bad.
there are so many reasons to fight a war, and
so many ways. harry and his sacrifices, his loving resignation.
hermione’s good right hook and bottomless bag of supplies. luna,
brilliant and a bit batty. lee jordan’s radio and mcgonagall’s burning
patience and brittle, certain bones.
just imagine: when the last battle comes, there is a slytherin on the field who is not snape.
when draco and his parents walk away, in that last battle, ron–
who slept in the same
dormitory as the boy for six years
who heard draco’s nightmares and saw
him paling and desperate all sixth year
who is as pureblooded as
lucius’s spoiled whelp
who remembers grimacing at the thought of
who has known magic all his life
who spotted draco penning letters
home to his mother every sunday and hiding them when the other boys could
ron sees them going.
he sounds no alarms. he says no farewells.
he turns back to his friends, and his fight, and lets them be.
imagine: when harry kneels on the train platform and his second son
asks him “but what if i get sorted slytherin, dad?” harry can say, “the
bravest man i ever knew was in slytherin house. whatever you are,
wherever you go, we’re going to be so proud of you."
they can both gaze over to where ron is squawking beside his daughter’s
trolley of luggage because crookshanks (who will live to be forty eight
million years old) has latched onto his shins with a violent fondness.
how can you hate ron weasley? how can you hate ron “sneak out in the middle of the night in a flying car to rescue you” weasley? how can you hate ron “sacrifice himself at the age of 11 to do the right thing” weasley? how can you hate ron “make you part of my family because I know you don’t have one” weasley? how can you hate ron “stood up in a broken leg to defend his best friend” weasley? how can you hate “followed the spiders even if it was his biggest fear just to be there with his best friend” weasley? if you disagree im ready to fite you
The fact that every single actor is clearly 20 years older than their character
The opening is animated for almost no reason
The one boy sitting in the girls’ section during “Summer Nights” just… daydreaming… staring off into space. I don’t think he even knows there’s a musical number going on
Patty calls herself a clod
If you pause the end of “Summer Nights” in the right place Sandy’s face is right in the middle of a pole
Sandy pukes when she sees blood??? what does she do during her period??
Danny’s face creepily showing up in the pool during “Hopelessly Devoted to You”
The people who work in the car shop just kinda staring awkwardly at the Greasers during “Greased Lightning” like they have no idea wtf they’re doing
The entirety of “Beauty School Dropout”
One of the boys spikes the punch and when questioned says he was washing his hands in it
THE FRIGGIN FBI WAS CALLED IN TO FIND OUT WHO WAS MOONING THE CAMERA LIKE HOW MUCH FREETIME DID THEY THINK THE FBI HAD IN THE 50s?
Rizzo trusts Marty to keep a secret like you’ve known this woman since Kindergarten did you seriously think she’d keep her mouth shut
Danny sings about how Sandy rejected him as if she didn’t have valid reason
The car race that comes almost out of nowhere but at least it’s better than the musical which had literally no payoff for Greased Lightning at all
Sandy decides to become a Greaser kinda just because
Rizzo and Kenickie screwed around at the beginning of the school year but she didn’t realize she wasn’t pregnant until the last day like did she just assume baby bumps weren’t a thing?? Did she think gestation was nine years instead of nine months???? How the hell did this timeline work?? Did they have any sex ed in the 50s?
i got chILLS
AND I’M LOOOOOOOSING CONTROL
They only start to wonder wtf they’re doing after graduation at the fair celebrating graduation
If you listen at the end of “We Go Together” you can hear the Chipmunks singing
THE FUCKING FLYING CAR WAS THAT EVER EXPLAINED
The fact that High School Musical was originally going to be a second-generation sequel to this
I was ahead of schedule on my way in to work, so I stopped to get breakfast at a Wawa (a popular chain of large convenience stores/gas stations on the US east coast).
As I was coming out, a small crow wheeled right over my head and perched on the corner of the awning in front of the store. He puffed his feathers and shook out his wings and regarded me with one bright black eye. I know a messenger when I see one, so I minded my manners…and ignored the odd looks from the people around me.
Me: Good morning.
Crow: -polite caw-
Me: -taking a piece of donut from my bag- Would you like some breakfast?
Crow: -tips his head the other way and flaps a few times-
Me: Here you go. -tosses the piece onto the ground just below the awning-
Crow: -hesitates, looking between me and the bit of pastry-
Me: It’s all right, it’s for you. -takes a step back for good measure- Go ahead.
Crow: GRAWK! -glides down from the awning, pecks up the snack, and wheels once over my car before flying off-
Me: Give my regards to your mistress, fella.
Lady in the next parking space: …..What kinda Halloweentown shit was that?
Me: -big smile- Any witch worth their salt knows you should always be polite to crows. -hops into car and goes on to work-
Cyberpunk - Neon lights, mechanical body-horror, lots and lots of electronic junk lying around, tightly confined city slums, flying cars, androids, and last but not least, lots of grungy browns and grays. Bladerunner, Judge Dredd, Bubblegum Crisis etc.
Dieselpunk - Similar to cyberpunk, but less about electronics and androids and more about internal combustion and industrial robots. Technology is less ubiquitous in this setting but when you see techology, it will be combustion powered in some way… or at least look like it should be. Expect grease stains and bits of sludge on everything. Final Fantasy VII (the original game only) is a primeexample.
Laserpunk - The Anti-Cyberpunk. Spotless with a lot of legroom. Expect glowing lines, fancy grooves, bright white glossy walls, and some shiny blues on everything. Everything in this setting has something that glows, even when it doesn’t need it. These are your Xenosaga’s, iRobot’s, Star Ocean’s.
Garbagepunk - The kludgey cousin of steampunk. Everything in this setting, and I mean EVERY SINGLE THING, is made of trash. Goggles made of bottles, water filtration made of old oil drums and used coffee filters, etc. Mad Max, Deponia, Water World, etc.
Steampunk - Steam power, leatherbound handles, brass fittings, lots of circles and rivets. I shouldn’t have to really clarify this one.
Clockpunk - Steampunk but with clockworks instead of steam engines. Its a small difference, listed only for the reason that steampunk requires steam and clockpunk doesn’t always have it. Expect gears, cogs, wheels and springs.
Codepunk - This one is difficult to pin down. Its less about the aesthetic and more about the concepts. This is a setting where everything that happens is related in some way to programming… Where the laws of physics are just functions being run with parameters, alterable by anyone with knowledge of how to access them. This is a setting where people do battle by compiling text that subtracts a number from the other person’s vital statistics variables, but that is what the world is actually made of, not just a game abstraction. Codepunk is characterized by parts of the world actually breaking down visibly into raw text. .hack//, Fate／Extra, the parts of the Matrix series we don’t get to watch where someone is actually typing on a keyboard to make things actually happen…( not that Neo-Morpheus crap. )
Naturepunk - What happens when you invent modern or even futuristic technology without actually using any technology. Reclining armchairs made of sticks and moss. Aeroplane’s made of palm fronds and vines. If cavemen invented space travel. Everything is made of locally sourced natural components, but the level of technological advancement and sophistication isn’t necessarily diminished because of it. You might have all the classic weapons of war, guns and grenades and such, but made of curious growths. Mushrooms with highly flammable spores for example, instead of a grenade. While not the only example, the best I can actually think of is… The Flintstones. You might also consider many depictions of Atlantis under this category.
Biopunk - Naturepunk’s heavy metal big sister. Everything is made of bone, meat, blood and teeth. Everything is either alive, or was alive at one time. Technology is either made of raw carcasses, or is actually some creature bred or engineered specifically to be used in the way a machine would. Don’t expect to see much inorganic material in generally anything. eXistenZ, generally anything that takes place inside another organism.