she learns she was wrong

nico cant take a break


I relistened to everything while getting hyped for the finale and I have a lot of things to say about Lucretia. Lucretia’s character arc is my absolute favorite on this show because she winds up so far from how she started, but everything fits perfectly with the person she already was. I took note of some of my favorite parts of her development, mainly her parallels to Magnus and the way her experiences shape her decisions. Most of all I’m just so fascinated with how she began as a character who simply chronicled events without any agency in them, but her choices wind up becoming the driving force of the entire plot.

Like, at the press conference that the Stolen Century starts with, the chronological beginning of everyone’s story, the moment she introduces herself made me laugh.

I fucking LAUGHED. I realized the reason why I found it strangely funny is because Lucretia has more influence on the plot than any other character. The story is almost entirely driven by her. Lucretia’s decisions are why The Adventure Zone happens and she has her hand on every single plot point in the show. TAZ, from beginning to end, is the story of her failing redemption arc. Her character development as a friend and an antagonist is so complex and slow-burning and so deeply satisfying.

I love Lucretia more than my own life and I would have died if she didn’t get a happy ending with her family. But still, I don’t overlook the wrongs she has done. She didn’t begin as a bad person nor did she end as one, but she has been an antihero in the story. I actually think her character arc is written to directly parallel Magnus as a hero. Their actions mirror each other’s almost constantly. They both gained the voidfish’s trust; Lucretia used it to take away knowledge and Magnus used it to give it back to everyone in Story and Song. Even Magnus’ lessons in strength that Griffin kept flashing back to at the climax directly apply to Lucretia (more on that in a bit). They both want to be protectors and they want to shoulder pain so that their friends don’t have to.

Another thing from Lucretia’s first appearance in the Stolen Century that I like is when she introduces herself as a ghostwriter for other people’s biographies.

It’s a brilliant backstory for Griffin to give her, because it explains perfectly how easily she could erase everyone’s life and write a new story for them. She had been rewriting and editing people’s lives for a living once, without anyone knowing it was her. It’s interesting the way Griffin describes her plan to void their memories exactly like what her previous life’s work had been.

It’s just a wildly good twist on the aspect of her character that kept Lucretia as a passive observer at the beginning of the story! In the Stolen Century, Merle suggested to her that she had leadership qualities and Lucretia laughed it off; she told merle she was happy to sit and watch. This gets turned on its head and she uses that skill against her loved ones and the entire world, now she is making them passive characters in the narrative she is driving.

Lucretia used to rely entirely on others to the point where she didn’t want to take action, or didn’t think she needed to. The turning point for this, obviously, is the year she faced alone. She stopped observing her friends save the world and started participating in it with them.

The motive for her character’s turning point in the Stolen Century mirrors Magnus’ motives. She wants to be a protector, but she doesn’t know how. Like Magnus, she needed to learn to ask for help. But she learned the wrong lesson.

The year when the judges and their officers pursued her, the one that carved her into the person she is now—It taught her that she didn’t need help to protect her friends. She could struggle through it alone, without anyone’s support, and come out of it stronger. Lucretia fixed everyone’s mistake and none of them suffered for it.

And this year explains why she thought erasing her friends’ memories could be redeemable. She carries with her a trauma and a complex that shaped her into believing she has to suffer alone for the good of her friends to save them—She did it once, she could do it again. Lucretia learning to be a protector was a case where no one was there to help her and she had to take on everything by herself, so she thinks she can keep her friends safe by cutting them off. From her, from each other, from their past. She wanted everyone to just wake up and find that everything was okay now because of Lucretia, again.

Contrast it with Magnus, whose only flaw is that he’s totally willing to sacrifice his life for his friends. He doesn’t think his friends are strong enough, so he must be the one to “take the big hit” for them.

I’m pretty sure Lucretia shadows this. Her first priority is preservation, whereas Magnus’ is sacrifice, but they’re both too ambitious and think they can take on more than they should. In her mind taking the big hit = shouldering the knowledge of what they’d done to this word and responsibility of repairing their mistakes on her own. She thought it was allowing everyone to live safely and free of guilt while she went through the hardship of absolving them. I think maybe it’s why Magnus forgives her without thinking. He understands this.

That’s why I referred to TAZ earlier as secretly being the story of her failing redemption arc. She betrayed everyone she loved with certainty that recovering the relics and locking out the hunger would vindicate her in their eyes. And it didn’t work. She didn’t mean to draw her plan out as long as she did, but she was afraid to back out or else she’s just left with the consequences of a horrible thing she did and no end to justify the means.

But she didn’t need to. Like Magnus didn’t think to ask for help because it was just too simple, Lucretia didn’t think she could just ask for forgiveness and it would come.

I hope she considers herself lucky because she has the rest of her life to love you. Every fight – she can make up from… every mistake – she can learn from… and everything that goes wrong – she has the chance to set right.
Every day she’s given a new opportunity to fall in love with you all over again and every year she has 365 chances to make you feel special and return the love you’re undoubtedly giving her.
I hope she knows just how lucky she is… because she doesn’t just have all the time in the world – she has my entire world.
But as lucky as she is to have the rest of her life to love you, in a strange kind of way I consider myself luckier still…
Because I know she cannot love you in all those years combined as much as I did in a single one.

“Wherever you are, wherever you’ve been, he’s at your side. He sees you, he knows you. Accepts who you are. All he asks is that you be true to your heart and accept God’s grace within you.”


casual reminder that gravity falls brilliantly said “fuck you” to the whole “i’m the hero because i exposed how douchey your boyfriend is” cliche’

too often do tv shows and movies and the media in general portray dipper’s behavior in “boyz crazy” as appropriate and worthy of some sort of gratitude or “reward” (usually in the form of a kiss or a hug by the person they’re in love with) when really this behavior is actually kind of manipulative and shitty

dipper didn’t expose robbie’s secret for wendy’s sake—he did it for his own sake, because he wanted the couple broken up in order to increase his chances of wendy rebounding to him. he didn’t think about the fact that wendy would be heartbroken and hurt from finding out her boyfriend is a controlling fraud, and that she maybe wouldn’t want to immediately jump into someone else’s arms for comfort. yes, it’s wrong that robbie was manipulating wendy into staying with him, but dipper was being just as manipulative in trying to “rescue” her, because his motives were selfish, insensitive, and careless.

i congratulate gravity falls for trying to teach kids that dipper is no hero here, that ruining a relationship for the sole purpose of wanting someone to use you as a shoulder to cry on, while having absolutely no consideration for the person’s feelings as a result of your meddling, is still not okay.

anonymous asked:

My biggest bug bear is the fandom saying that Sansa is the reason Ned died. Like, yes she ran to Cersei but that's not why Ned was killed. Ned was killed because he confronted Cersei about her children. That's what killed Ned, not Sansa going to Cersei, not Catelyn capturing Tyrion. They added to the tension but Sansa always seems to get blamed. Ned wouldn't blame Sansa, he happily sacrificed himself for his little girl and would never ever blame her for his death

Anon here we touch a sore spot for Sansa, and the opinion most of the fandom has on her character.  Before saying anything, I want to make a  distinction between what is “Intetional foul” (or as I say in italian: dolo) and misconduct (or italian: colpa). 

Intetional foul: is when you know what you are doing is wrong, is illegal, AND you are aware of all the facts and consequences (which is more bad)

misconduct: is when you still do the wrong, illegal thing, but you are not doing it with intent. Meaning you dont know or understan all the facts and consequences. 

What Sansa did is a misconduct, meaning she did betray Ned,  (so we disagree on this) but she didnt know all the consequences and the facts of the events. This is clear in text: 

Sansa looked up from her food. “If she can have a dancing lesson, why won’t you let me say farewell to Prince Joffrey?

“I would gladly go with her, Lord Eddard,” Septa Mordane offered. “There would be no question of her missing the ship.”

“it will not be wise for you to go to joffrey right now sansa, i am sorry"

Sansa eyes filled with tears “but why?”

“Sansa your lord father knows best” septa mordane said. “You are not to question his decisions”

“Its not fair” sansa pushed back her table,knocked over her chair and ran weeping from the solar.

Sansa here asks why she cant see Joffrey, but Ned doesnt explain it. So she doesnt know all the facts. Sure Ned told her  they are in danger but he never said the reason for it. He never told her the truth about Joffrey. 

As for Sansa, she knows that she is doing a wrong thing when she goes to Cersei (she says it herself)

“How well I know that, child,” Cersei said, her voice so kind and sweet.

 "Why else should you have come to me and told me of your father’s plan to send you away from us, if not for love?“

“It was for love,” Sansa said in a rush.

 "Father wouldn’t even give me leave to say farewell.“ She was the good girl, the obedient girl, but she had felt as wicked as Arya that morning, sneaking away from Septa Mordane, defying her lord father. She had never done anything so willful before, and she would never have done it then if she hadn’t loved Joffrey as much as she did.

So yes Sansa did something very wrong, but again she didnt know the mess that it would happen, because she didnt know all the facts (because again Ned didnt tell her). So while yes she defied her father, she had NO idea that it would be followed by her (and arya) imprisoment. (Ned was already screwed, littlefinger saw to that!). 

Sansa “betrayal” (or as i prefer to call it “ Misbehavior”) is the surprise of the series. Since the beginning she is always portrayed as a girl who respects the rules, who is obidient and courteous. (which for me is  sign  of her desire to be loved)  

Even Tyrion  is surprised by her willful behavior. (and he barely knew her…):

"Littlefinger made the arrangements. We needed Slynt’s gold cloaks. Eddard Stark was plotting with Renly and he’d written to Lord Stannis, offering him the throne. We might have lost all. Even so, it was a close thing. If Sansa hadn’t come to me and told me all her father’s plans . . .

"Tyrion was surprised. "Truly? His own daughter?” Sansa had always seemed such a sweet child, tender and courteous.

“The girl was wet with love. She would have done anything for Joffrey, until he cut off her father’s head and called it mercy. That put an end to that.”

 So in conclusion I would say the blame in this case is on both sides, Sansa and Ned. And it makes sense given how both in KL and in the trident accident, turned a blind eye and didnt want to see how awful Robert (in ned case) and Cersei/Joffrey (in sansa case) were. Having trouble with facing the “ugly” reality is a strong part of Sansa as a character, something that she has to be confronted with sooner than later. 

I know most of the fandom hates Sansa for this, or doesnt believe she did it, but to me this episode is what makes her so HUMAN. She makes a mistake true, but her reasoning its so relatable to me. She does it for love, because Sansa (to me) is a character who at the end of things doenst want to be queen, or rule or be a political masterming, she just want to love and be loved by someone. 

 (my guess: her dream of loving and being loved by that someone will happen when she has children of her own…) 

interjected-perspective  asked:

Why do you think the fandom is more apt to believe that Lyanna went with Rhaegar willinging instead of her being kidnapped by him? I've read it's bc Ned doesn't think about Rhaegar with the hate that Robert does. Yet, Ned doesn't seem to be a hateful person. I can't recall him having hateful thoughts towards Aerys despite his father and brother unjust murder. People refer to Lyanna as a homewrecker or a naive idiot. Why is that easier to believe than her being a victim of Rhaegar's obsession?

Ned certainly has hateful thoughts — consider how he thinks of the Lannisters, especially Tywin and Jaime. Just from a brief search, I found these quotes:

“Ned would sooner entrust a child to a pit viper than to Lord Tywin”

“Ned Stark would have loved nothing so well as to see them [Jaime and Sandor] both lose”

“Do you remember Ser Jorah Mormont?”
“Would that I might forget him,” Ned said bluntly.

“What a wretched king I’ve been. Bad as Aerys, the gods spare me.”
“No,” Ned told his dying friend, “not so bad as Aerys, Your Grace. Not near so bad as Aerys.”

So you can’t say Ned’s so mild-mannered that he can’t hold a grudge. But it’s not just Ned who doesn’t seem to hate Rhaegar, it’s everybody who knew him and speaks of him, with Robert as the only exception. Painting him as a crazy kidnapper and slavering rapist seems remarkably out of character. Some would say that it just took a while for the Targaryen madness to kick in, but from Jaime’s memories right before the Battle of the Trident, Rhaegar seemed perfectly rational.

So when you weigh all the evidence, people tend to judge more on Rhaegar’s side, and think the “kidnapping” was far more willing than it appeared. Also, fandom has an extremely strong tendency to romanticize… not just the stereotypical fangirl woobifiers, but the handsome-prince-and-beautiful-maiden storyteller types as well. And then there’s GRRM’s tendency towards irony and deconstruction — Brandon Stark charges heedlessly into the Mad King’s claws to save his sister, Robert “starts a war” to rescue his betrothed — wouldn’t it be just like these books if she had never been kidnapped at all?

Personally, I believe in a balance of both views — that Lyanna may have been charmed by Rhaegar, but also saw him as a way out of the marriage to Robert that she didn’t want — and he saw the perfect mother of the child he had to have for the prophecy, which to him was much more important than mere politics.

And I hate the homewrecker / seductress depiction of Lyanna with all the depth of my soul, but of course she was naive. She was only 14 at Harrenhal, 15 (or possibly younger) when she went off with Rhaegar. That’s not an adult even by Westeros standards, Ned even calls her a “child-woman”. And we know from all the Stark children that being sheltered and naive and having a tendency to believe in story roles is pretty typical of them. (Yes, all of them; Bran and Arya and Sansa believed in knights, Jon believed in the goodness of the Night’s Watch, etc. And Ned was not exactly good at the game or dealing with false faces either, was he.)

If Lyanna went willingly with Rhaegar because she believed he loved her, or if he told her she was a warrior like Queen Visenya and promised her all the things her father and her culture wouldn’t let her have, if she didn’t know about his obsession — that’s being naive, yes, but not being an idiot. And if she wasn’t kidnapped, yet when she learned how everything had gone so horribly wrong for her family and the country, when she learned it was because of her, when she finally realized she was in way too deep, when she learned she couldn’t escape… well, yes, you definitely could call her a victim of Rhaegar’s obsession. But not in the way Robert thought she was.

(Note, besides the links above, I’ve talked about this many times, and consider this fic near-canon.)

I love Natasha she’s such a good character and she goes beyond just someone who cheated on her fiancé with some fuckboy

Like she’s flawed. She’s vain and incredibly naive and innocent in terms of love if that makes sense, especially shown when she thought Helene was right when she encouraged her to be with Anatole because Andrey wouldn’t want her to be bored, and she fucks up and she knows she fucked up and owns up to it and even though she’s devastated by what she’s done she learns from it

I’m not saying she didn’t do anything wrong, but that’s why her character is so interesting to me

All of these characters are so good. Tf


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Something Just Like This

Felicity Smoak has had a mini crush on a man she’s never met for years and one day he walks into her office for help.

This is my entry for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon prompt - Malfunction.  

No beta so all mistakes are mine. I hope you like! Also available on AO3.

Felicity was terminally single. At least that’s what her mother told her. Donna Smoak meant well but comments like that - well, they didn’t help.

Honestly, Felicity was pretty happy with her single life and it would take a pretty amazing guy to make her change that. It would take someone like Oliver Queen, the local celebrity due to his stint on The Bachelor.  

She laughed herself she had harboured a secret crush on the infamous Oliver Queen since the first time she saw him. He, on the other hand, didn’t know she existed so progress in that situation was never going to happen.

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Erised (Remus Lupin x Reader)

a/n: i’ve been writing so much it’s insane. here’s another remus oneshot because im garbage. enjoy y’all!!

 WORD COUNT: 1,467 


The room was cluttered, so much so that Y/N could barely make her way around. She had found the room during one of her nightly wanderings, and could always count on finding something new. This being her second year at Hogwarts, and her umpteenth visit to the room, Y/N was sure that she had found everything supremely interesting there was to be found in the Room of Requirement. 

 She learned how wrong she was when she found herself walking face-first into a large mirror, it’s golden, clawed trim giving way to the vast expanse of glass. However, when Y/N looked up and met her own eyes, her reflection wasn’t alone. 

Staring back at her were, unmistakably, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Y/N’s eyes widened and her heart ached as she looked at the boys from her house who had ostracized her when she had attempted to be friends. Assuming they were there to taunt her for wandering on her own in the middle of the night, Y/N turned to face them. But when she turned around, there was no-one there. 

 Confused and kind of frightened, Y/N turned back to the mirror. James Potter was smiling, his eyes inviting as opposed to their normal cruel glint when she tried to speak to him. Sirius was stood on Y/N’s other side, his normally mean smirk softened into a mischievous one. Peter sat on the floor in front of Y/N, smiling and waving. On his own, he was normally kind, but with James and Sirius around, he tended to follow whatever they did. 

 The image of the last boy had young Y/N blushing beet-red. Remus Lupin stood next to her, smiling shyly as he normally did, with his hand wrapped around Y/N’s own. 

That was how the feud between Y/N and the four- well, three, really, as Remus was never very cruel- boys had started. Y/N had always been taught to speak her mind, so when she developed a sweet crush on Remus in first year, she told him. Y/N had marched right up to the lanky boy and told him to his face that she had a crush on him and wanted to be friends. He had blushed so hard he was practically glowing, and had stuttered out that he was flattered. His friends, on the other hand, had laughed. Not the kind of amicable laugh that Y/N had expected, but a cruel ‘how-could-you-ever-expect-to-be-friends-with-us’ laugh.

Y/N had left the common room and ran into her dorm, throwing herself onto her bed in tears. She was only comforted when Lily Evans had come upstairs and comforted her, telling her how all of them were nothing but foul toerags. Since then, the four had taunted and made fun of Y/N whenever they saw her. When she had written her parents, they had told her that was how boys just acted at that age. Y/N supposed that may be true, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Y/N had been staring into the mirror for hours, upset that she still so wanted to be friends with the four boys who made her cry so often. Eventually, Y/N tore her eyes from the mirror, steeling herself as much as a twelve year old could. She wouldn’t do this anymore. She wouldn’t let those, what did Lily call them? Toerags. She wouldn’t let those toerags ruin her time at Hogwarts anymore. Y/N took a final glance at the mirror before making her way out of the Room of Requirement, hoping that whatever the mirror showed her next time was different.


 Years later, the beginning of her seventh and final year at Hogwarts, Y/N found herself yet again walking the corridors late at night. This time, however, she wasn’t alone. She was joined by her best friend since second term of second year, Remus Lupin. 

After Y/N had taken to ignoring the self-proclaimed ‘Marauders’, they had been off-put. A month of ignoring them later, Y/N had four boys cornering her in the corridor. Initially, she had been scared. But then Remus shoved Sirius forward, and one by one, they all apologized to her and asked to start over. The words were obviously rehearsed and obviously Remus’, but Y/N had accepted their apologies with as much grace as she could. Weeks and several more off-handed, much more sincere apologies later, Y/N and the Marauders had completely made up. Still, even six years later, they still apologized whenever they were reminded of their treatment of Y/N. 

Remus and Y/N chatted amicably, having finished their prefect rounds, but opting to keep wandering although it was hours past curfew. It was a school-widely known fact that Remus Lupin and Y/N Y/L/N were completely in love with each other. Known to everyone, except the two of them themselves. It was absolutely infuriating to watch, to students and faculty alike. 

Walking along a fifth-floor corridor, Y/N took a chance glance ahead of them, and saw the shadow of a cat reflected by one of the torches on the wall. Y/N’s eyes widened and she immediately grabbed Remus’ sweater-clad arm, dragging him through the nearest door. Y/N mouthed ‘Miss Norris’ and silenced Remus’ questions with her finger over his lips. Remus tensed, blushing profusely at the contact. 

After they heard Miss Norris and Filch walk by, Y/N took her hand from Remus’ mouth and they both sighed. Y/N looked up at Remus with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry about that, Moony…" 

Remus shook his head, laughing quietly. Y/N got lost in the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and how his face, rarely ever stress-free, lit up when he smiled.

“It’s alright…” Remus cleared his throat, stepping away from Y/N when he realized that they were stood chest-to-chest. Y/N blushed, taking her wand from her robe pocket and muttering ‘lumos’. 

Remus’ brow scrunched as he grinned, excited. “Is this the Room of Requirement?”

Y/N forced her eyes away from Remus and glanced around, finding the familiar, cluttered mess of the Room of Requirement.

“Yeah…yeah I think it is. I used to come here all the time…" 

Remus kept his eyes on Y/N, who was now wandering deeper into the room, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

“Why’d you stop coming?“ 

Y/N paused, her brow furrowing as she recalled the image she had seen in the mirror. She wondered if it had changed. "You, Sirius, James, and Peter stopped treating me like dirt." 

Y/N turned to face Remus, who looked awfully guilty, as he always did when reminded of first year and the beginning of second year. 

"Y/N, you know that I, that all of us, are so sorry for-" 

Y/N rolled her eyes and reached for his hand, interrupting him. "Shut up, it was six years ago. It doesn’t matter anymore. Now, c'mon. I want to find something." 

After around ten minutes of wandering and two boggart encounters, Y/N and Remus found themselves behind the Mirror of Erised. Y/N spoke, startling Remus.

"I think it shows you what you desire most. When I looked last time, which was in second year, I saw you, Peter, James, and Sirius being nice to me. Kind of pathetic, now that I think about it." 

Remus’ chest tightened with more guilt, but Y/N either didn’t notice his pained expression or chose to ignore it. Remus chanced a glance down at Y/N and found her eyes focused intently on the mirror.


Snapping herself out of her brief reverie, Y/N pulled Remus around to the front of the mirror. "Yeah, sorry. Let’s go take a look." 

Allowing his curiosity to yet again get the better of him, Remus followed Y/N in front of the mirror. He expected to see Sirius, James, Peter, and Y/N. Maybe him without scars or beneath the full moon but as a human. What he got took the air from his lungs. 

He and Y/N, hand in hand. 

Y/N’s face contorted in confusion. "It’s just us…is it broken? What do you see, Rem?" 

Remus shrugged, attempting to keep a calm, confused façade. He knew it wasn’t broken, because in the mirror, his scars were gone. It seemed Y/N didn’t see this in her image. Y/N apparently saw the same thing he did, except he still had scars, which made Remus’ heart ache pleasantly as he contained his smile.

Her greatest desire was them, together. Him just as he is. 

Remus immediately felt as though he shouldn’t be seeing this. He shouldn’t want Y/N to desire him, to love him as much as he loved her. He was too dangerous and after how he and his friends had treated her, he hadn’t even deserved her forgiveness much less her love. But Remus’ heart wouldn’t stop leaping.


Remus quickly cleared his throat, nodding hastily. "I just see us. It must be broken, yeah.”

anonymous asked:

Hi I was wondering if you could write just a bunch of stupid things that the adult did or just things that they are horribly bad at. I love your stories <3

Thank you!

-Levi once plunged Varia Mansion into complete darkness after an accidental static shock (caused from him touching a metal doorknob) creates a powerful backlash of static electricity

-Squalo has a habit of closing car doors on his hair

-Ryohei can’t make a pot of coffee to save his life. It always turns out sludgy, watery, or way too bitter, no matter what he does

-Haru thought she got locked in the outdoor shed and broke the window in order to get out. Turns out the door was only stuck and needed a good push

-Byakuran accidently left a bag of marshmallows in his car on a hot day, resulting in a very sweet, sticky mess

-Gokudera knocked over an ambitious soup can display with his grocery cart in his haste to get the shopping done, resulting in him paying for over two dozen broken cans

-Shamal once got catfished on an online dating site. Gokudera’s still trying to get the full story out of him

-Kyoko broke the entertainment room’s plasma screen TV after she threw a video game controller at it, an instinctive reaction to be being spooked by a moment in a horror game. She’s not allowed anywhere near virtual reality systems

-Bianchi mistook “Can you pick up Tsuna on your way home?” for “Can you pick up tuna on your way home?” She returned a few hours later with fresh fish

-Lal Mirch thought she overheard Colonnello describing the looks of another attractive woman, and she immediately tries to figure out who he’s talking about without letting him find out. Eventually she confronts Basil, and learns that she arrived and left at the wrong points in the conversation–Colonnello was talking about a car, not a girl

-Lussuria got distracted by his soap opera while he was ironing, creating a blackened mark on one of Xanxus’ shirts and activating the smoke alarms

-If he’s in a rush, there’s a good chance Tsuna will run into the sliding glass door leading to the backyard, and more than once he’s gotten a bloody nose from these accidents

Watch on

The indigenous Sámi people live in the arctic northern regions of Norway, Sweden, Finland, and the Russian Kola Peninsula. They have already seen the temperature rise 1.5 degrees Celsius due to global warming. If climate change is allowed to continue, it means the end of them.

Sámi singer Sara Marielle Gaup Beaska writes on her youtube page: 

“Yoiking is the traditional chanting of the Sámi people. By the yoik you may picture feelings, persons, animals, landscapes, climate, and weathers, or what ever you want. The yoik can be a really strong power and if we multiply that power together, we can reach all the way into the hearts of the world leaders.

Because of the thousands of years of symbiosis with the Earth, we still speak “Earth”. We still are in dialogue with the Earth. Earth informs us how to live here. It gives everything we need to survive. According to our knowledge: if nature is not kept healthy, humans don’t survive.

We cannot keep waiting. We have [been] waiting for too long. The time for change is today and there is no change without protest – so resist, protect, react, mobilize, and challenge. How the world will be in the future is up to us, here and now. So listen to us, because we still speak Earth.”


Her mother’s constant inquiries about the boys in her house make Parvati realize who she’s really attracted to.

written for @potterprideweek  →  day two: LGBT+ youth

The questions came in letters, almost a week after she started Hogwarts.

“So, are there any cute boys in your house?” her mother would write. For what it was worth, their mother asked Padma the same things. But Parvati couldn’t help but feel a strong twinge of annoyance. It didn’t feel right to think about boys the way her mother said she should.

She told her mother so but Mrs. Patil simply attributed it to her daughter’s age and said, “don’t worry, you’ll find a boyfriend when you’re older.”

By the end of first year, Parvati knew she wouldn’t.

“Padma,” she whispered as they took the train home for the summer. Their compartment was empty save the two of them but she still felt this wasn’t something she could say loudly just yet. It was something tender that she was holding inside her and was scared to trust to anyone other than her sister. “I like girls.”

Her twin raised her eyebrows and Parvati felt herself squirm in her seat under that gaze. She had never felt that she should hide something from her sister but for a moment she thought that perhaps she had been wrong.

“What will mother say when she learns both her daughters like girls?” Padma mused as a sly smile cracked across her face.

Parvati breathed a sigh of relief. They spent the rest of the train ride talking about how they had realized it. Padma told her that Ravenclaws were really open with each other and it was Cho Chang who had told her what it meant to be bisexual. Parvati thought about that for a moment. She had never known you could be attracted to more than one gender. She thought of Ron Weasley’s freckles, Harry Potter’s brilliant eyes, Dean Thomas’ laughter and tried to feel something for any of them. But then she thought of Hermione Granger’s smile, and Lavender Brown’s soft curls. Everything about the girls she knew felt right to her. They were soft, funny, caring, and sometimes when she looked at them something in her chest tugged her closer.

“No, I definitely only like girls,” she said matter of factly.

Her sister laughed and hugged her tightly. It felt comforting to have her sister understand how she felt. How scared she was to face her mother. But Parvati knew she could wait until she was ready and when she was Padma would be there to come out with her.

When Parvati and Padma stepped off the train home from Hogwarts, they greeted their parents hand in hand. As they were ushered away to retrieve their trunks their mother peppered them with questions about their year and, eventually, about the boys they had met. The twins simply shook their heads and smiled secretly at each other. They would tell their mother, but for now they were happy being young and discovering who they were together.