moldering

I wonder how long Tom Riddle spent anagramming his name trying to come up with something cool.

[The Slytherin common room. Tom Riddle sits in an armchair with a quill and his small diary.]

TOM RIDDLE … Hmm let’s see.

I’M TODDLER. Nope.

TRIED MOLD. No.

LORD T-DIME. Lol. No.

*sigh*

Maybe I need more letters. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE.

MARVEL DILDO MOTOR. DEFINITELY not.

VOMITED DOLL ARMOR. Ugh.

LORD … VOMIT … No! I like “Lord” though … Ooh! I can take this I and this A and this M and get “I am Lord.”

I AM LORD … DOLTMOVER

OVERT MOLD

VOT … MOLDER … Not working. V is cool though. V is sexy.

VOL … METROD …

VOLDETROM … Kind of neat. I’ll ask the other lads what they think.

Lads canned Voldetrom. This is hopeless.

Things I try not to think about in Harry Potter:
  • “But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. […]  …the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them. “ 
  • Peter Pettigrew
  • “HE WAS THEIR FRIEND!!”

  • Regulus Black
  • “ “No – no – no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! No!”And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.”
  • “Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep…”
  • “'It’s a boy! We’ve named him Ted, after Dora’s father!’ “
  • “Kill the spare.”
  • “Not Harry, please not Harry!”
  • “Lily, take Harry and go-”
  • What James must have been thinking right before he died.
  • What Lily was thinking as she heard James’ body fall.
  • “ It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall… ” 
  • Voldemort’s lack of nose
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But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

John Brown’s Body

John Brown was an abolitionist who led a raid on the armory at Harper’s Ferry in 1859, believing that armed insurrection was the best course for eliminating slavery in America. He was defeated by a coalition that included local pro-slavery forces and US Marines led by Robert E Lee. He was arrested, found guilty of treason, murder, and inciting insurrection, and hanged.

During the Civil War, Union soldiers amused themselves around the campfire by creating a little tune about old John Brown. The lyrics were pretty simple and repetitive, e.g.,

John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave, 
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
But his soul goes marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
His soul goes marching on.

There are many other variations on this song, but my preferred version is by William Weston Patton, which was published in the Chicago Tribune in October 1861. This is the version I wanted to share with you:

Old John Brown’s body lies moldering in the grave,
While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;
But tho he lost his life while struggling for the slave,
His soul is marching on.

John Brown was a hero, undaunted, true and brave,
And Kansas knows his valor when he fought her rights to save;
Now, tho the grass grows green above his grave,
His soul is marching on.

He captured Harper’s Ferry, with his nineteen men so few,
And frightened “Old Virginny” till she trembled thru and thru;
They hung him for a traitor, themselves the traitor crew,
But his soul is marching on.

John Brown was John the Baptist of the Christ we are to see,
Christ who of the bondmen shall the Liberator be,
And soon thruout the Sunny South the slaves shall all be free,
For his soul is marching on.

The conflict that he heralded he looks from heaven to view,
On the army of the Union with its flag red, white and blue.
And heaven shall ring with anthems o’er the deed they mean to do,
For his soul is marching on.

Ye soldiers of Freedom, then strike, while strike ye may,
The death blow of oppression in a better time and way,
For the dawn of old John Brown has brightened into day,
And his soul is marching on.

As you have probably guessed by now if you didn’t already know, a woman named Julia Ward Howe heard this song and decided to adapt the tune into her own “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” which is the “glory, glory, hallelujah” song you’re probably more familiar with. This song is sung to the same tune, in case you’re wondering how to sing John Brown’s Body. Just insert your “glory glory”s in between each stanza.

I prefer John Brown’s Body over the Battle Hymn by a pretty fair sight, despite the latter’s much greater popularity. I do like this last stanza, however:

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

@molderingsMy Husband’s father.

Good morning, your majesty.” Luna’s voice was just as soft as the summer rain which thumped against the stain glass windows. A small smile appeared on her features as her hands folded neatly in front of her. 

The healer told me that you’re having some ache in your knee. How bad is the pain?” Concern was evident in her affectionate tone. If she could ease some of his soreness, she would do it without a second thought. 

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Aesthetics for the Life Is Strange Characters~

Maxine Caulfield - Alexandra Daddario
Chloe Price - Kristen Stewart
Rachel Amber - Jana Molder
Warren Graham - Steven McQueen
Nathan Prescott - Jamie Bell
Kate Marsh - Taylor Swift
Victoria Chase - Jennifer Lawrance

“But they were not living, thought Harry. They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.”

- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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“But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.” 

MOD: Pulling the Plug, Part 4/?

After such an episode, Quasimodo Quartz decides to spend a bit of time getting to know her new friend Cute Curiosity. They have ice-cream together at a local ice-cream shop, getting to share stories together. Quartzy finds out that Curiosity carried a lot of issues herself despite appearing to be so self-assured. No matter what she does, the Crystal Empire seems to hold her in the highest esteem just for being half-dragon. She is simply loved too much. She wants to be loved for herself, not for what her mother is. Quartzy takes her hoof and assures her.

(pictured: Tiffany Treats, ice-cream salesmare of the Crystal Empire, drawn by StarryOak)

Meanwhile, after so many years of moldering away in the tundras, Sombra’s horn has built up enough malice in the surrounding landscape to construct golems out of snow, ice, and boulders, marching on the Crystal Empire. While her family and friends go forth to fight them off, Quartzy is told to stay behind as her wheelchair in such snowy environs would not be conducive to mobility. Feeling useless, she stands by the Crystal Heart and waits for her loved ones to be successful. She receives word that not only are the golems persisting beyond any equine determination, but her loved ones are becoming overwhelmed.

Initially despairing, Quartzy looks around at her subjects, at those praying at the first Crystal Queen’s enshrined horn, and a fierce protective desire rises in her. She channels her magic into the Crystal Heart, and a bubble-shaped shield propagates out, undoing the magic holding the golems together and causing a glow to encompass the horns of Sombra and the Crystal Queen. The horns regenerate into a colt and a filly, respectively, evidently reborn versions of Sombra and the Crystal Queen. They cling to Quartzy and call her their mother. Skyla eagerly decides to name the colt Benitoite (’Ben’ for short) and the filly Carnelian Carnation (’Nelly’).

You know what’s great about fairy tales that haven’t been made into Disney movies?  How completely bullshit they are.  Like, if it’s a popular enough fairy tale that it’s gotten its own movie, a lot of the completely random-seeming shit has probably been excised from that version.  If it’s just been left to molder since people stopped drinking beer for breakfast, started being able to read on a massive scale, and learned how not to give themselves ergot poisoning every winter…well, it might just sound like something a sleep-deprived kindergartener made up.


“Here, dearest sister, take this vial of water.  If it turns cloudy, you’ll know I’m sick.  If it turns red as blood, you’ll know I’m dead.”

“This is a very useful thing, dearest brother, as reliable post hasn’t been invented yet, and you’re going to just wander around until you make your fortune.  I have only one question.”

“Yes?”

“Where the hell did you get this?”

“What?”

“Where did you get a vial of water that magically knows if you’re sick or dead?  Like, did you just pick it up at the market?  Did you have to go see a witch?  How much did you pay for this?  The whole reason you’re leaving is that we’re fucking broke.”

“I just…it was just lying around.”

“What, in the attic?”

“I guess?”

“Why would we have a vial of water that can tell if you’re sick or dead just lying around in the attic?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe we can ask those animals that tricked the robbers out of their cabin in the woods.  They seem to know what they’re doing.”

“The animals…that tricked the robbers…out of their cabin.”

“Yes.”

“I hate this town.”


“Young man, if you let me sit by your fire, I’ll give you a sack of gold that can never be emptied.”

“Why would you be just wandering around alone dressed like a beggar if you have a sack of gold that can never be emptied?”

“I just…am.  Fuck you.  You want the sack or not?  Because I am dog tired, and freezing cold, and offering you a magic money-sack if I can just take a load off.”

“This is the sort of magic sack that’s going to make me really happy for like six weeks and then I’m going to get murdered in my sleep by trolls, isn’t it?”

“…yes.  Do you want it or not?”

“What the hell, with plague going around again, I’m probably not going to live more than another few months, anyway.”

“That’s the sort of can-do spirit murder-trolls love to see!”

“What?”

“Nothing.”


“Young lady, I’m very hungry, won’t you please share your bread with me?”

“Shit.  Are you the sort of stray dwarf I’m supposed to help, or are you going to murder me unless I start hitting you with a stick right now?”

“…what?”

“Those are my two options, right?  I mean, I can’t just say nah, I only have enough for me, and keep on walking.  I have to either feed you or beat the hell out of you.  So which is it?  I don’t want to get magic-murdered for picking wrong.  The last person you turned into a stone or a goat or whatever, what’d they do?”

Why is every traveler on this road so fucking weird?  I just want a hunk of bread, lady.“

“So you’re not magic?”

“Oh, well.  Yeah, of course I’m magic.”

“But you’re not going to do anything magic right now.”

“Are you on some bizarre quest to marry a prince even though you have absolutely no idea how to run a kingdom?”

“No, of course not.  Jesus.”

“Then–”

“I’m trying to figure out how to turn my seven brothers from dead swans back into humans permanently.”

“Your brothers were turned into dead swans.”

“I mean, I don’t really mind, because they transform back into men at night, but my fiance won’t get married until the mill’s courtyard isn’t full of dead swans all day.  He thinks it’s gruesome.”

“Why would anyone turn your brothers into dead swans?”

“We think the local witch was just trying to turn them into swans.  Or maybe kill them.  She was on a bender, so she can’t really remember.”

“Okay, but why?”

“My brothers were kind of dicks, before they got stuck as dead swans all day.“

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you give me half your bread, I’ll tell you how to turn them back into people full-time.”

“Why are you being so nice all the sudden?”

“Because I now really need a beer, and I hate drinking on an empty stomach.”


“Young woman, who is coincidentally very beautiful and very virtuous even though you grew up very poor in a time when that very well may have meant chronic malnutrition and seeing family members literally die of hunger, you may have the hand of the prince in marriage if you can lift his curse.”

“Okay, yeah, I’m pretty sure I can do that.  I’ve got some good fairies backing me up, and also half the animal kingdom.”

“That’s very impressive.”

“Yeah, I did a lot of really random stuff and went vegan for a while, and now apparently everything under the sun owes me.“

“Well, you’ll enjoy your time as a princess, then!”

“Well, before we do that, I thought maybe we should talk about why the curse was put on him in the first place.  Maybe you could tell me who did it, and why, and if we know where they are now.  Maybe we could sort of come up with a plan for dealing with them.  You know, after I break the curse.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Well, somebody sort of turned the prince into a giant fish and made it so fishermen can’t stop trying to catch him, so it seems like they might just try something else if we undo that.  I want to be ready.”

“Nonsense.  This curse was a one-time thing.”

“The witch still lives like right next door, yes?”

“Yes, but she’s calmed down a lot since she did this.”

“She just turned a guy into a newt last week.”

“But she likes us now.”

“Not enough to undo the curse, though.”

“Well, no.”

“So, we should probably have a plan, right?”

“Nooooooo?”

“Okay, I’m going to keep walking until I find an enchanted prince with more sensible parents.  Peace out, your majesties.”

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Dream Cast for Life Is Strange

Max Caulfield- Grace Phipps
Kate Marsh- Taylor Swift
Chloe Price- Kristen Stewart
Warren Graham- Graham Phillips
Rachel Amber- Jana Molder
Nathan Prescott- Jamie Bell
Mark Jefferson- Ryan Reynolds
Victoria Chase- Jennifer Lawrence