Hidden in a remote bay of the Solomon Islands, the beached wreck of the German-built Liberian Cruise ship World Discoverer slowly rusts. Built in 1974, it served multiple owners faithfully for over 25 years. In April of 2000, the ship struck an uncharted reef formation just off the Solomon Islands in the Pacific Ocean. The captain radioed for assistance, and before long all passengers were shuttled off the World Discoverer by local ferries. Captain Oliver Kruess managed to nurse the ship into nearby Roderick Bay where she began to list until settling into her final resting place, where she still sits today.
harry doesn’t reconcile with ginny. they both went through hell but their experience of war is so much different (there is no more common ground, not really). they tried, of course they did (harry felt he’s supposed to), but no matter how hard, it just didn’t work anymore. they weren’t kids any longer and they didn’t know adults they’ve become and it was too painful to get to know each other anew.
he travels. really he just takes off one day, doesn’t even try to rationalise his decision. he needs room to breathe and there is none in england, not with the ghosts of everyone that died anywhere he goes. so he discovers the world he just saved and there is no plan, there is nothing he has to do and he can relax for the first time in so long. he takes a lot of random portkeys and sometimes just apparates without a clear image in his head, curious what would happen next (the thought of splinching doesn’t bother him much)
in his travels he never stays in one place for too long (the feeling of someone trying to catch him is still fresh in his memory) but always tries to learn something. just like he discovered the wizarding world when he was eleven, he discovers now how much richer this world actually is and how much it has to offer. he’s still enchanted by magic and so he keeps his eyes wide open and listens to everyone who wants to teach him something new, a different way to use magic.
he has troubles sleeping (but that’s not really new). no matter what sky he’s under there is death after death replaying against the blackness of his eyelids and he can’t do anything, he can only hopelessly watch and lose his loved ones time and time again. so he wakes in the middle of most nights shivering weeping screaming. and some nights there is some new friend in his bed trying to help him calm down and sometimes it’s just a stranger bc he was so desperate for human touch that day and sometimes he’s all alone and he really can’t tell which version hurts the least.
he always wanted to be an auror but that was a child’s dream and there is too much blood on his hands already anyway, he can’t keep fighting, he’s so very tired (sometimes he can even tell himself that he’s done enough and believe it). he decides to give those hands a better purpose, use them for something really good and learns to be a healer. school is harder without hermione but for once he actually tries, he wants this. he thinks of all the lives he’ll be able to save (what if he had all this knowledge before) to stay motivated and memorise all the bones in a human body.
he buys a notebook and he writes in it everyday. at first it’s really hard to get the words out or to make them hold some meaning. there are days when he writes just one sentence (i’m still breathing), there are days when he can’t even look at the empty page, there are days when words are pouring out of him and he can’t stop them and he bleeds on paper and it feels better than the warmest hug. sometimes he writes letters to his friends but he doesn’t always send them (and when he does, it’s the muggle way) and they’re not always to friends who are alive. he once thought about writing an autobiography (he knows rita will do it for him at some point anyway) but the world got his boy who lived and it doesn’t really care about harry, does it?
No, seriously, Sam Jones, openly queer, unfeminine, outspoken environmentalist, sjw – in highschool in the nineties. Sam Jones picking fights with school bullies, being the girl no one would share a locker room with, being isolated, starved for queer role models, living in the aftermath of Thatcherite Britain. Sam Jones the teenaged survivor, exhausted at how damn hard it was to be out in the nineties, to be feminist, to be the annoying chick who never shut up about the ozone layer.
Now imagine Sam Jones meets a strange alien, queer, beautiful, more passionately invested in justice and equality than she even knows how to be, saver of worlds, discoverer of new and strange and wonderful places and people. And that strange and beautiful alien says “come away with me. come and see the universe, we’ll save people and right wrongs together, you can see a future where you don’t have to hide, or fight, just to exist.”
I had thematic problems with both of them, both for transhumanism-type reasons. The introduction to Up is a masterpiece, and then the rest of the plot is about moving on from Ellie’s death. Which, you know, I have to deal with plots being about moving on from deaths all the time, and I even acknowledge that having models for the process is a psychological necessity as long as death is a thing that sometimes happens without permission. But the fixation on saving a single bird (who isn’t even by stipulation a person like the dogs) is idiotic, and the forced-together relationship between Carl and Russell left me totally cold. These people did not want to interact, and yet here they are, and Now They Are Really Important To Each Other to the point where Carl will abandon things he valued with his wife for a frickin’ bird because the kid likes the frickin’ bird.
The Incredibles is straight up anti-transhumanist. Like, oh my god. The villain is a nastily, cheaply characterized inventor whose motivation is wanting everyone to be able to do more things. The heroes are a family of people who deeply resent having to pay for property damage they cause (because this is a world without the concept of insurance), and also don’t want anyone else to cut in on their fucking specialness action. There is lip service paid to everyone being special but heaven forfend everyone be special by having swag that lets them fly, right, that would just be, I don’t know, communism or something. Also I don’t know why everyone likes that “greatest good you’re ever gonna get” scene. Like, fuck you lady people are in mortal danger this is not a good time for timewasting quips suck it the fuck up.