when millennials were first heading into high school and college there was a huge trend in news stories about how stressed out our kids are, how their backs are getting messed up from carrying so many books, how they’re sleeping less and doing more school work, and how we should do more to help our kids have the childhoods we had because our kids are falling apart from stress and being forced to be more productive than kids should be. but then once millennials started hitting the workforce all the news was about how millennials are lazy and narcissistic and entitled lmao you were real concerned about us until you found out a 23 year old is more qualified to do your job than you
When it actually sinks in that word count is meaningless and the story is all that matters, and there’s no reason to omit or skip things no matter how long your book becomes because of it so long as you write the best you can
Cursed Child was dumb and here are some reasons why
(warning: spoilers. this probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the script. far be it from me to recommend this kneazle-vomit of a play, though, so if you haven’t read it, good)
the plot is messy, strange, and childish. there’s only one time-turner left!! how will the characters cope when said time-turner is lost? oh lol they’ll just use this other convenient time-turner. for convenient plot points, see also: harry can suddenly speak parseltongue again, because well he just kind of needs to be able to do that
Harry cursing “oh dumbledore” without a hint of irony. like really? really
the characterisation was a pile of dragon dung and we all freaking know it. let’s break it down into individual characters here because fuck if I can stop at one bullet point for this
Hermione: the brightest witch of her age, the constant crusader for the unloved and the unrepresented, whose successful career and capacity for kindness apparently rest in the hands of her romance with Ron Weasley. oh… but wait. it sounds a little familiar, this story. hear me out. let’s see now, a highly intelligent person who falls in love but doesn’t have that love reciprocated, and who then becomes a really fucking mean teacher at Hogwarts through bitterness. sound like anyone we know? fam, they tried to parallel Hermione and Snape. Hermione and Snape. this being the same Snape who sneered in Hermione’s face when she’d been visibly hexed, and made her cry; the same Snape who bullied Neville Longbottom for years, while Hermione muttered instructions under her breath to help him. if you want to tell me that Hermione would ever allow herself to become a Snape parallel then I will kindly invite you to shove a dirigible plum where there’s no lumos solem
Harry: when Harry was at his angriest in OOTP, and he’s yelling at Ron and Hermione, there’s one thing we notice. everything he yells is true. he means it. he’s bitter about it and he’s loud and furious, but he doesn’t have the kind of anger that just says anything to cause hurt, that speaks without thinking, not even at this crisis point in his life. are you really going to tell me that the boy who knows down to his bones what it’s like to feel rejected, and misunderstood, and alone, would ever say - even in anger - that he wishes Albus wasn’t his son? I am going to snap wands over this
Cedric. and this one burns. because Cedric was brave and he was true, and he had a sense of justice that led him to telling Harry about the way the golden egg worked, and led him to sharing the winning of the triwizard tournament with Harry. he died, he was murdered at the age of seventeen, embodying a sense of justice so strong, an innocence, a goodness. Cedric Diggory - the boy who believed in fairness with an integrity that is astounding - becoming party to the indiscriminate killing and casual torture of the Death Eaters just because he had his head engorged one time… is about as likely as Hagrid stomping on a dragon egg. it’s an insult to who he was and I am going to engorge the entire bodies of the writers of this fucking play so that hopefully they’ll just float away too, with all the grace and likeability of Aunt Marge
Voldemort: can we all agree now that Voldemort would not father a child. the idea of him experiencing lust seems out of character; the idea of him giving into a base urge seems more so. it’s too human, too vulgar, too physical; it would associate him with the common and the mainstream in a way that I contend he would find repulsive. Tom Riddle Sr. was trapped by Merope into sex and romance; to have sex would be to bring himself closer to his parents, down to the level of a Muggle and a witch who lacked power and craved love, two things Voldemort could never, ever stand. no. he wouldn’t have sex just because he wanted to; he’d be repelled by the idea. what other reason could there be for him to do the nasty with Bellatrix? to ensure the continuation of his line? that makes even less sense. achieving immortality for Voldemort was always a question of magic, a personal quest. he wouldn’t go for a messy, physical back-up plan. he always thought that he would win. if anything, he would see a child as a future threat, not a security. another being in the world with the promise of his power? he wouldn’t risk it.
what the fuck was that trolley witch scene though
“for voldemort and valour” are you serious. is there a Gryffindor spy in the Voldemort camp laughing their ass off because they actually managed to get that one through. and are they ten years old
overall, the message of the play infuriated me. Delphi was the child of Voldemort, so she was evil. Albus was the child of Harry, so he was good. Scorpius was the son of Draco, so he should have been evil, but Draco’s actually kind of good now and his mother was nice, so he can be good too. where is the complexity? was five hours of drama not enough to find some shades of morality? where is the hope, where is the resonance, in a story that says that good begets good and evil begets evil, and nothing can really change? the Harry Potter book series was about a boy who grew up with something inside him that was utterly evil, and who rejected it, fought against it, changed the path that fate seemed to wish him to walk. not slytherin, not slytherin. we had Regulus Black and Sirius Black, who rejected their pasts, whose heritage and whose House stood for nothing against their principles, their eventual and separate forms of bravery. we had Remus Lupin, who transformed into a monster but never became one, not even after years of rejection and pain. we had the word mudblood, and we watched Hermione fight it, we knew it was ridiculous to label someone based on their blood. and now… we have the Cursed Child. a playwhich is flat, and stupid, and tells us that your parentage inevitably dictates your character - and that how you’re treated is how you’ll treat others. dear writers, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, you fail to recognise that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. you fucks.
are the same shown in the “Watson and the Shark” reference in “So Many Birthdays.”
There are some discrepancies (most notably with the gold on Amethyst’s outfit which is black in “Buddy’s Book”) but otherwise they match. Well, except for Rose Quartz, who is shown wearing the same regal dress that we’ve always seen her in.
6yo: “Daddy? Can we watch a show?” Me: “You know, they say that books are TV… for your BRAIN!” 6yo: “So TV is the same as books? WE’RE GOING TO WATCH SO MANY BOOKS!!!” Me: “Wait, that’s not what I-” Wife: “He kinda has you there.”
Hello to all! Let’s talk about some of the new information and some of the existing information.
Buddy has been to the Heaven Beetle Temple, as his journal depicts. Meaning what he has done might actually come in handy to Steven.
Blue Diamonds carriage, or shall it be dubbed ‘The Palanquin’, is somewhere, somewhere that may be discovered in the upcoming episodes, but now we know that it is still on Earth, but it is now a ruin of what it once was, as we saw it in 'The Answer’. Blue Diamond, at this point, abandoned her 'Mobile Palanquin’.
Buddy Budwick had this neat little quill. I like it.
Rose Quartz has met a variety of men, at this point, and Buddy Budwick was one of them. The one that got the luckiest of the men was Greg.
Rose Quartz had 'paraded’ with seven lions, 6 of which can be seen in this photo, maybe this is around where Lion was created/was already roaming, possibly as a Guardian.
The 'Sand Castle’ or Pyramid, back in the days, was much better when it came to 'upkeep’, I’d assume that Rose Quartz took pride keeping the 'Sand Castle’ looking new. Why would she be roaming around in a desert with lions, without a purpose? ( This of course is a theory within a recap )
Buddy Budwick was a very 'successful’ Author. He did get a library named after him, and he did have a journal unlike many of the things he seemed to write, but what Steven uncovered might be the jackpot, as it looks to be his original journal.
We finally see what Buddy Budwick looks like, even though, regardless, I think either this man right here, or Jamie, would have fit for being the person parading on such adventures.
Lastly, and yes, I know I should have put this at the VERY beginning, but I did not. Budwick has seen the temple, based off the sketch he had, and for all we know, he’s seen the Temple Fusion.
And I’m just imagining a scene where Jason goes off.
And he goes to a junkyard and he just starts smashing everything. And eventually he starts a fire and it quickly spreads but he doesn’t care because he’s just so angry and he just wants to let it all out.
And Lucius shows up.
And he’s just sort of calmly standing there, despite the fact that he could very well die in a fiery blaze. And they hear a bunch of sirens in the distance but still he’s standing there. As Lucius. Not The Cosmos. I think that’s an important distinction.
And he tells Jason that Tyler is safe and looked after and that he’s allowed to unleash as much anger as he wants but that the second he puts himself in danger, Lucius will step in and stop him.
And true to his word, he stands there and watches as Jason just unleashes all of this anger.
And Lucius eventually asks him why he’s so angry and Jason screams that he’s angry at himself and that it’s his fault.
“What’s your fault?” Lucius asks.
“It’s my fault they’re dead!”
And Jason just bursts into tears and sort of collapses and the fire gets to be too out of control and the sirens are right there so Lucius calmly walks over and wraps an arm around him. And he uses his grappling gun (because even though he’s not in costume, he still has a few tricks up his sleeve; literally) to latch onto a news helicopter. And Jason is tightly hugging him, bawling into his suit, occasionally stopping to look down at the chaos that he caused.
And eventually they drop down onto a rooftop and Lucius holds Jason and is a remarkable listener as the teenager bawls that it was his fault that they’re dead.
(I’m still not sure how exactly it is his fault, if it even is. Either way, he carries the guilt.)
And Lucius comforts him and when he’s feeling better, he gives him a gentle but stern talking-to about how it’s okay to be angry and it’s okay to unleash his anger but that he needs to do it in ways that aren’t harmful to himself or others.
Because I also really just want Lucius to have a weird moral conscience? Like he always jokes about how he’s going to kill people and he terrorizes them, sure but like he genuinely doesn’t want to hurt anybody.
Plus I imagine that Lucius does really…erm…non-stereotypical supervillain things like knitting and cooking and obviously looking after the two kids.
But it’s never played for laughs. Like it’s not like Despicible Me or other stories where everyone laughs because he’s doing something traditionally feminine. It’s just something that he does. It’s something that he likes doing. It’s part of his character.
And I think it really shocks the boys, especially Jason, who know that he’s a supervillain and expect him to be murderous.
And he probably makes jokes about killing people all the time and he threatens people and again, terrorizes them, especially if the boys are upset by someone.
But deep down, he really is a softie. And while that’s definitely expanded because of the boys, it isn’t caused by them.
I attribute my love of reading to Hermione. Her character taught me it was okay to work hard at school. She also taught me to be myself & not dumb myself down for anyone. I owe Rowling so many thanks for books.
To all the new followers who came through @dukeofbookingham‘s reblog, hello, welcome, and rest assured: plenty of literature and book-related content is forthcoming. I’m also a tired grad student, and I’m on a sort of summer-long break from everything because I majorly burned out during the last school year and needed to take a breather… which has resulted in fewer book-related posts than usual. I live inside a mini library though, pursue literature as a career, am constantly and almost exclusively surrounded by literary grad students, and am somewhat fond of a medievalist who does not shy away from quoting Pearl and other medieval texts to me in the middle of the night (like I wish I was joking, but it has happened). So, book-related content is always imminent.