silly: in defense of parvati patil (in memory of lavender brown)

The students of Dumbledore’s Army had many badges. A gold coin that called them first to lessons and then to war. Scar tissue that ran across the back of many of their hands. I must not tell lies.

Another: the sound of clacking footsteps on stone sent each and every one of them scattering, even years after. The only people bold enough to walk loudly were not safe.

Parvati went out on the anniversary of not the battle but the day she left Gryffindor Tower for the DA and the Room of Requirement. She bought a pair of heels, their red as loud as the sound they made on hard floors.

Dennis Creevey sent her Muggle sneakers for Christmas and she wore those when she needed to be stealthy (scuffed purple and white peeking out from beneath her robes) but she wore the heels on office days, interrogations, on nights out, because she wanted to be unafraid, because she wanted to be the scariest thing in the room.

Every member of the DA was offered a spot in the Aurors. They considered that last year of occupation to be a sufficient resume. After two weeks of living quietly at home, in peacetime, jumping at noises her parents didn’t even hear, Parvati Patil signed up for basic training with the Aurors.

They taught her charms and curses she had learned from the other end of crueler teachers’ wands. After a seminar on resisting torture, Parvati went up to teacher (a jovially, jowly little man) and handed him the seminar handout she’d been given. She’d scrawled it over with notes and corrections, with advice and torture techniques they hadn’t covered.

Parvati smiled at him, knowing his eyes were seizing over her fine cheekbones, her pretty eyes, her lovely cursive, and then she went and locked herself in a broomcloset and tried to decide if she wanted to laugh or cry. Either way, she wanted to do it so hard that she couldn’t breathe.

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a little library of sorts (book meme)

I HAVE INTERNET AGAIN. HELLO FRIENDS. (I spent the last week moving into an apartment, moving the lil sis into an apartment, and building a whole lot of IKEA furniture. SUCCESS and now exhaustion and catching up on correspondence…) 

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them: 

I was tagged for the book meme by morgan-leigh, and I tag (if they wish to participate) verbalpowers, doctorcakeray, peenguin, polytropic-liar, achromatiscope, gyzymmerdragoness, ml3673, andthentheresanne… and anyone else who’d like to, of course. 

1. The Queen’s Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner. 

Deeply influential in my long form writing, especially in terms of authorial deceptions. 

2. Tam Lin and the Secret Country Trilogy by Pamela Dean (YES I KNOW THAT’S TWO BUT THEY’RE FABULOUS)

Very real, flawed kids thrown into worlds build of allusion, reference, and emotional truths. 

“I was testing a hypothesis. But it was right, and then I had a unicorn to deal with. You can’t just say, ‘Thank you so much, go away now’ to a unicorn, the way you can with atomic particles.” -The Whim of the Dragon, PD

3. Tamora Pierce in her entirety (YES I REALIZE I KEEP CHEATING), but especially Kel’s books and the Will of the Empress.

4. Diana Wynne Jones in her entirety. 

“And suddenly, as if her head had cleared, she was quite sure that wonderful things did indeed exist. Even if they’re only in my own mind, she thought, they’re there and worth fighting for. I mustn’t give in.” - Hexwood, DWJ

5.  Ender’s Game and Ender’s Shadow by Orson Scott Card. 

Weaponized empathy at its morally dubious best. 

6. I, Robot by Isaac Asimov

There is a kind of clarity and simplicity here that few writers ever accomplish. 

“You can prove anything you want by coldly logical reason—-if you pick the proper postulates.”

7. The School of Essential Ingredients by Erica Bauermeister

Lyrical and breathtaking: a book about food, love, growth and loss—and all the places they intersect. 

"Each person’s heart breaks in it’s own way. Every cure will be different, but there are some things we all need. Before anything else, we need to feel safe."

8. Summers at Castle Auburn by Sharon Shinn. 

One of the best slow-growth coming of age story I have ever read. A young girl excited about a world of magic, love, and adventure has her illusions slowly and authentically crumble around her and she builds herself beautifully in the aftermath. 

"Sometimes we become what we see. Sometimes we take what we see and make it the model for what we refuse to become."

9. Crown Duel/A Stranger to Command by Sherwood Smith. 

Contradictory POVs, social performance at various skill levels, a spit-fire female protagonist in the midst of a surviving-by-the-skin-of-our-teeth rebellion, and a nice little contrary romance by letter. (A Stranger to Command is the prequel, but I read it second and quite liked it that way). 

“It desolates me to disappoint you, but your brother is not here. Despite two really praiseworthy attempts at rescue.”
The hint of amusement irritated me, and sick and hurt as I was, I simply had to retort something. “Glad… at least… you’re desolated.” -Crown Duel, SS

10. The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien.

"But this too is true: stories can save us."

Anonymous said: Would you ever consider doing a piece over Susan Bones like the one you did of Hannah? I love your work so much.

Oh, thank you! Well right now I’m almost done with a Parvati Patil one, and then I’ll probably try to do one for Slytherin House, too, to finish up the set. But I definitely can’t promise that I won’t trip and stumble into a Susan Bones fic. Her legacies and her griefs are rather tempting. 

hugintheraven said: Skye is the actual best. (Well, second-best, she's behind Simmons). I haven't delved into AoS fandom bc I'm sure people hate her and I just refuse to deal with that.



I don’t know the fandom much save for a few wonderful people (cough doctorcakeray cough). I have to admit, it took me a bit for her to grown on me to reach the point that I loved her.

Of course, everything in that show had to grow on me until it got super good.

(except agent may. she was always awesome)

[blushes and hides my face in my hands]

I liked AoS from the beginning.  Seeing the first episode premier at the SDCC panel probably helped, the actors and writers were so frikkin’ cute and the audience energy was great.  I eagerly watched every episode as it aired (it was the only show I did that with last year).  I understand all the criticisms of the show and have a few myself, but there’s also sooo much to love.  And by so much to love I mostly mean the ladies.


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randomthingsthatilike123 said: Ok, attempt #2, I remember seeing you post about Veronica Mars, any sorting head cannons about the characters?


(Note: in the way I’m using these terms, the primary is WHY you do things and the secondary is HOW)

Hufflepuff/Hufflepuff for Wallace Fennel. There’s a Puff tendency to make need-based calls—sticking by the person who needs you most, rather than the person you value most—and Wallace does that. Puff secondary, too, I think— Wallace wins his wars with kindness, decency, and friendly charm.  

You’re a marshmallow, Veronica Mars. Veronica is a Huffllepuff primary, too, but a burned one. She drops her friends to stand by her dad, but that’s as much about his perceived need as her loyalty. And when her friends need her—when anyone needs her—Veronica jumps to help, even if she shades it in her jaded, cynical grumble. Slytherin secondary—she’ll model anything to get her way, but she does seem to prefer to model Puff. I thnk she might have used to be all Puff. Maybe that’s why she gets on so well with Wallace.  

Hufflepuff Weevil, too. He’s got a burning sense of loyalty, commnity, and duty. He’s got a Gryffindor secondary (charges at things, is always himself), and a second, posturing level of Gryff modeling on top of that.  

Keith is some sort of idealist House. While he sometimes chooses to betray his ideals to help someone in need, he feels guilty about it in a way that Veronica, for instance, never would. Slytherin secondary? A bit of subterfuge hardly makes his heart skip a beat.  

Slytherin primary Logan, with a loud, combative Gryffindor secondary. He tries to pretend he’s Slytherin all through (his dad is a Slytherin/Slytherin who models Gryffindor— who pretends to have a Gryffindor secondary in order to play the part of the rash, rakish hero, and to give him something to blame his abuse on.  “I have a temper.” Aaron Echolls is disgusting). Logan got the loud, heroic, honest secondary his dad pretends to have.  

Lily- Slytherin/Slytherin who doesn’t even bother modeling. Lily’s selfish, morally dubious charisma is so refreshing to have in a character whose role sets her up to be the grieved angel. She’s the fridged innocent, the femme fatale, AND the manipulative, beloved best friend without any simplification or contradiction.  

Hufflepuff Duncan Kane— reacts strongly to perceived need, and sacrifices his own happpiness and future to do the right thing by the [spoiler]. I do think he’s probably happier now, out of the rat race. Secondary? Gryffindor maybe. What do you think? I never really jammed with Duncan.  

I think Mac might be our solitary Ravenclaw bastion. We’re a little loyalist heavy in this show. Mac’s got a Ravenclaw secondary, certainly: her methods are clever, strategic, full of technical skill. She feels like a constructed primary House to me: Ravenclaw or Slytherin. But she seems to have more of Ravenclaw’s detachment than Slytherin’s self-interest. Ravenclaw/Ravenclaw? Discuss?  

Piz is a Hufflepuff/Hufflepuff. He and Wallace get along for reasons, after all, and it follows Veronica’s pattern of having Puff boys who she adores but who she arguably uses to make herself feel like a better person. She keeps trying to claw herself back to the long-haired, softly-lit flashbacks!Veronica. She keeps trying to bury all her sharp curiosity, her mischievious ambition, and all her dangerous coping mechanisms back into a shell of sweetness and innocence that died with Lily.

Watching Veronica learn better— watching her come to embrace all her sharp edges once again, to bury herself in a world that needs saving, to remember that she is dangerous before she is kind— was one of the most rewarding movie tickets I have ever purchased.

Psssst hi friends. This is my and peenguin's Hogwarts side blog sortinghatchats. We have fun! And we also have opinions. 

mccoydarling said: Please talk forever about Helen and ancient greek you are so enpoint


in the iliad helen speaks the last lament for hector. the only man in troy who showed her kindness is slain—and now, helen says, πάντες δέ με πεφρίκασιν, all men shudder at me. she doesn’t speak in the iliiad again.

homer isn’t cruel to helen; her story is cruel enough. in the conjectured era of the trojan war, women are mothers by twelve, grandmothers by twenty-four, and buried by thirty. the lineage of mycenaean families passes through daughters: royal women are kingmakers, and command a little power, but they are bartered like jewels (the iliad speaks again and again of helen and all her wealth). helen is the most beautiful woman in the world, golden with kharis, the seductive grace that arouses desire. she is coveted by men beyond all reason. after she is seized by paris and compelled by aphrodite to love him against her will—in other writings of the myth, she loves him freely—she is never out of danger.

the helen of the iliad is clever and powerful and capricious and kind and melancholy: full of fury toward paris and aphrodite, longing for sparta and its women, fear for her own life. she condemns herself before others can. in book vi, as war blazes and roars below them, helen tells hector, on us the gods have set an evil destiny: that we should be a singer’s theme for generations to come—as if she knows that, in the centuries after, men will rarely write of paris’ vanity and hubris and lust, his violation of the sacred guest-pact, his refusal to relent and avoid war with the achaeans. instead they’ll write and paint the beautiful, perfidious, ruinous woman whose hands are red with the blood of men, and call her not queen of sparta but helen of troy: a forced marriage to the city that desired and hated her. she is an eidolon made of want and rapture and dread and resentment.

homer doesn’t condemn helen—and in the odyssey she’s seen reconciled with menelaus. she’s worshipped in sparta as a symbol of sexual power for centuries, until the end of roman rule: pausanias writes that pilgrims come to see the remains of her birth-egg, hung from the roof of a temple in the spartan acropolis; spartan girls dance and sing songs praising one another’s beauty and strength as part of rites of passage, leading them from parthenos to nýmphē, virgin to bride. cults of helen appear across greece, italy, turkey—as far as palestine—celebrating her shining beauty; they sacrifice to her as if she were a goddess. much of this is quickly forgotten. 

every age finds new words to hate helen, but they are old ways of hating: deceiver and scandal and insatiate whore. she is euripides’ bitchwhore and hesiod’s kalon kakon (“beautiful evil”) and clement of alexandria’s adulterous beauty and whore and shakespeare’s strumpet and proctor’s trull and flurt of whoredom and schiller’s pricktease and levin’s adulterous witch. her lusts damned a golden world to die, they say. pandora’s box lies between a woman’s thighs. helen is a symbol of how men’s desire for women becomes the evidence by which women are condemned, abused, reviled.  

but no cage of words can hold her fast. she is elusive; she yields nothing. she has outlasted civilisations, and is beautiful still. before troy is ash and ruin she has already heard all the slander of the centuries; and at last she turns her face away—as if to say: i am not for you

"Like wildflowers; you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would."

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Today, Google is celebrating the 80th birthday of Diana Wynne Jones (1934-2011), the author of the well known Howl’s Moving Castle and many other wondrous fantasy novels. Happy Birthday! I liked the banner so much, I decided to make a gif of it for everyone to use however they please. No watermark or anything, and I’ve looped it smoothly. (It’s also transparent …) 
Today, Google is celebrating the 80th birthday of Diana Wynne Jones (1934-2011), the author of the well known Howl’s Moving Castle and many other wondrous fantasy novels. Happy Birthday! I liked the banner so much, I decided to make a gif of it for everyone to use however they please. No watermark or anything, and I’ve looped it smoothly. (It’s also transparent …) 

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"You don’t test a gentle person the way that you don’t steep tea for too long. Submerge me and I will imbue, and what was sweet will be bitter. I will be strong on your tongue and unpleasant to the taste, and you’ll regret drowning me in your guile.

My gentleness is not for your taking."

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"There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in."

— Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968   (via quotes-shape-us)s a 

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