Harry Potter and the Seven Deadly Sins (part 1/2): Seven basic human vices that, when taken in excess, can be perceived as evil and could potentially harm, injure, or kill the person indulging in said vices, or anyone around him/her.
I decided right then I wasn’t a freak, not really. […]
What I was thinking as they walked me home was: You silly people, I’m already finished. I’m already dead and gone. All you have is some mess of a zombie shambling through kitchens and your living rooms, turning on your showers and kissing you goodnight. All you have is a dead boy, only it’s hard to tell, because I won’t rot. […] No one will notice there’s no light behind my eyes and no heat in my step.
i was talking to a guy and he said “if there were no laws you could be raped at any point of the day” and i replied with “yeah and i could retaliate by stabbing the rapist, hey i mean there are no laws” and he said “rape isn’t that bad, stabbing someone is a little over dramatic” wtf.
PAINT YOUR NAILS WITH HIS BLOOD.
We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other’s arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment.
But! But but but!
Sam DOES follow, just not right away. Sam lives a long, prosperous, ridiculously happy life in Hobbiton with Rosie, with whom he has many children. He was mayor of Hobbiton SEVEN times until he retired at age 96, oversaw the establishment of the Shire as its own independent land, and was personally given the Star of the Dunedain by King Elessar as a gesture of friendship and love. But when Rosie passed away on Mid-Year’s day, Sam rode out from Bag End on September 22nd for the last time and finally followed Frodo to Valinor as the third and last Ringbearer to do so at the grand old age of 104.
He did exactly as Frodo asked him to. He was whole, and happy, and he enjoyed and did more than he could have ever imagined when he was a humble gardener listening in for tales of the Elves. And when he had lived out his life in peace and absolute happiness he earned his reward and followed Frodo home.
DON’T TOUCH ME OH MY ERU.
#he also pitched in on the red book#so lotr has all these kings and elves and all these lofty-ass people with humongous genealogic trees#but sam gamgee was right up there along with them#and his dad planted potatos#so you can go on a barge to heaven along with kickass elves to hang out with angels#even if your ancestry is entirely comprised of potato farmers#and the elves better listen to your spiel on the wonders of potatos#because you had the ring and freely handed it out#and those fuckers would have never been able to do that much#there’s no overstating how much of an amazing being sam gamgee was#thinking about it kinda makes me tear up even
Samwise Gamgee: Best character in the whole goddamn LoTR continuum.
"I look up to my father the most. He has a lot of wisdom. On one hand he can tell which road is the best to take in life, and which is gonna take a curve. On the other hand, if I choose that curve road, he will not stop me. He will happily let me go and try, and will be there for me when I encounter hardships. I wish I can become a father just like him." [x]
Nebula and Gamora: adopted sisters, daughters of Thanos.
A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR THE FILM THAT COULD HAVE BEEN, Nebula always turning her head to the side, rounding her shoulders, even her posture screaming I’m ready, let me prove myself to you, and Gamora, head high, facing forward, smirk always curling the edges of her mouth, Try it, fucker, I dare you. The two of them as teenagers, sharing space in one too-small shuttle pod, ferried to or from wherever their next training destination was, Gamora using her warm fingertips to trace dirty pictures into the condensation on the window while Nebula laughed softy along. The dark rage in Nebula’s eyes as Gamora clung to the door of their bedroom, pleading, It doesn’t have to be this way, he’s not our father, we don’t owe him anything, and the way they both replayed that moment in their heads, after — how it all could have gone so different. Nebula’s cold fury dissipating in the face of Gamora’s flinty defiance, the way she looks into her sister’s eyes and says, Kill me, fucker, I dare you; Gamora’s smirk twisting down into an honest smile, months later, to see Nebula walking towards her across a mostly deserted shuttle bay, head high, shoulders squared, peace like sweet birdsong in the hollow of her throat.
I was having the best dream, about me and Stiles, making out and undressing each other… but everybody kept interrupting us! Derek, Agent McCall, Sheriff Stilinski… at the end, I woke up before getting to the best part.
When people say these books are children’s books, as if to demean them, I balk. These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn’t matter how you were raised, but that you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be strong under the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just because they’re set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does not mean that their value is any less real.
First book: Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who were much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan. A child growing up in abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and teachers who are bullies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so.
Second book: The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude. Plot driven by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
Third book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just. Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can’t always be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
Fourth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered simply because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and nearly murdered.
Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the protagonist’s godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can have feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant guilt.
Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the love life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love, not out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that seem powerful and larger than life.
Seventh book: Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the privileged end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice and
fearhysterical terror of tainting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHERE. Those who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating your inner demons, even though it’s never as cool as it sounds. Don’t underestimate those that are enslaved. Other people’s culture isn’t always like your own. Things often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother’s blood relative instead of his young godfather). Even if ‘all is well’ the world is still imperfect, because it’s full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
So… still think that Harry Potter is a kid’s series with no depth?
and it’s amazing
but wait there’s more
omg and then