undercaffeinated-reader:

Oh I hadn't even thought about the X-Men comparison, but that's a great point. Erik, the Jew who suffered in the Holocaust, propagates mass genocide. I certainly understand why, especially this week, people in the US don't want to hear arguments which seem to excuse racism, or suggest that it isn't a serious problem for pocs in America, but I think the point here is that TW is an allegory for hate based on biological differences. We each (validly) see the discrimination we have known.


athenadark:

It’s not that the arguments excuse racism, because they don’t

it’s that they turn around and say everyone has the capacity of being racist, and when racists get in power you get institutionalised racism

not one or the other but BOTH

the problem with this argument means that they then themselves become racist - but they use terms like reverse racism etc

Yes a white person in the US will not know the same problems as a POC in the US but that is the US centric model, and does not apply to the world (which seems a strange idea to them) and other places have the same problem but base it more on ethnicity than obvious skin colour

they call it prejudice - but any prejudice based on race/ethnicity etc is racism

so if they are prejudiced against the white people for bringing in the system - although the system is fucked and cruel and wrong and needs to go - then they too become racist

do you see the problem

they’re going around like being a racist is the absolute worst thing you can be but it doesn’t apply to them

in which case the word hypocrisy does

so having been goosed on their racism they react with violence, they give threats of violence and tell you to go kill themselves rather than admit hey this is wrong and I have been wrong

there is nothing wrong with being wrong as long as you’re willing to go - hey i fucked up how do i fix this

it’s not mistakes that define us but how we learn from them, and someone who learns about this problem from tumblr is getting a very skewed education, they’re compounding a problem not by supporting it but by trying to institute the opposite - crush the white/straight/cis/whatever rather than going - hey how can i be not an asshole

we all make mistakes - it’s human, we will all say something that’s offensive, the point is to learn from it

not to accuse someone else of being a white supremacist

the fact that a lot of them don’t like that the metaphor is there (and it’s not just a metaphor for race but any kind of disenfranchisement which is why it’s powerful, Scott could be the closetted gay, the person given HIV who resists it and denies it and turns on those who offer him support, he could be the woman who always supports the man and screws over the feminist movement - he could be any of these things and that’s the point) because if it is there it means that they are wrong

the fact that a very racist trope, the so-called “white savior” trope applies to Scott makes it worse - they’ll be frothing at the mouth now - and that’s the issue - not that scott is or isn’t racist

or that I am, or am not racist - I try my best not to be which is all I can do

but that if the metaphor is there, if they are supporting a bad person - does it make them a bad person, does supporting a racist make you a racist

no - it’s a metaphor

but does their naive arguments that racism is something that can’t affect a person unless that person is supported by the government mean they are more likely to be racist - just against the enfranchised 

but the problem is that people are not supported by the racist government (and it is racist) but instead that the people support it

racism is a problem of people - but government, that’s what strong people do when they can and they come up with justifications of what is right - like yeah it’s okay to slaughter the jews because they have all the money, or yeah we can burn clever women - they’re witches, or we can enslave those people - they’re black.

You see how it works - you need to put racists in power to get racist government which then shifts education to keep the racists in power

but it always starts with people

but summing it up like that means that they have to face the truth - that in this case, for refusing the argument that racism starts at home - that they are wrong.


cupidsbower:

I have an enormous ethical problem with people who refuse to acknowledge Teen Wolf might be an allegory for othering. They don’t even have to agree it is in the end, once the argument has been had, but to not even engage with the idea and yet still be willing to call other fans out for their perceived isms is hugely hypocritical in my opinion.

By saying people are imagining the narrative of othering within the show, rather than taking the claim seriously, it gives the text a pass for something that’s hugely problematic.

It’s not exactly unusual for SF/F to use this technique, so it’s not unreasonable for people to see it in the text. It’s not like the idea is a radical new one or anything for this genre. Dismissing it as ridiculous is an unreasonable position in this context.

For the sake or argument, if this use of allegory really is unintentional — because that’s the obvious counter-argument — then using the kinds of generic tropes which lead people familiar with the genre to read it into Teen Wolf is a problem in its own right, and we should be discussing it.

But if the text really is talking about the consequences of systemic othering, as so many SF/F texts do, it should be held to a high ethical standard, in my opinion. The relative harm versus relative benefit of such an allegory should be discussed in all seriousness, because it does have the potential to do harm if it’s poorly executed. Many people think Teen Wolf is poorly executed, so this is a genuine concern.

Here are some of the many ethical questions the text raises for me. Is it okay to cast an actor of colour as the putative hero, and then write him a “white saviour” arc? That’s a really fucking important question. As is, whether it’s okay to make all the rapists women, when women are overwhelmingly the victims of sexual violence in the real world? Or here’s another good one: is it okay for your PR to misrepresent the show to a teenage audience, by erasing all mention of the complex allegory about hate crimes?

My answer leans towards “No” to the last one in particular. I think the others deserve a really thorough chewing over, along with many others in a similar vein.

On the more positive side: does the potential benefit of the text as a coming of age narrative based on such important issues outweigh the inherent problems?

As more and more of the allegorical pattern is coming clear, I’m leaning  towards thinking it could be a really valuable text… if it weren’t for the PR.

To refuse to have these conversations, to blame readers for seeing these themes instead of the author for writing them, gives Davis a giant pass to do whatever the fuck he wants. Sure, Barthes, death of the author, etc, but that does not actually mean no-one writes the text or has any ethical responsibility for it. Giving authors a pass for their problematic shit is not okay. Refusing to even consider the proposition the text is deploying this kind of allegory is not okay. Using the PR line that the show is about naked abs and love triangles as some kind of absolution for the text’s problems is also not okay in my opinion.

In case you haven’t guessed yet, I’m angry about the erasure of these issues within fandom’s conversation at this stage, for exactly the kinds of reasons you discuss, Athena, although I don’t entirely agree with your take on race politics. That’s something worth a fandom conversation too, I think, if we can ever get past our tendency for communal deafening silence and shaming.

Our communal silence endorses systemic oppression by refusing to acknowledge it when we see it, even if its within people we want to admire. Especially then, maybe.

It’s easier to say the text is “badly written” and hope the problem goes away.

It doesn’t go away, though. Oppression never just magically disappears because we want it to.

I couldn’t agree with you more, cupid. 

I’m not here to tell anyone how they should enjoy a TV show, movie, book, etc. That’s for each person to decide on their own. That being said, however, the recent attacks on meta writers who have voiced critical readings of Teen Wolf are just ridiculous. 

Fandom’s very nature is to analyze and comment upon media in a way that mainstream producers and viewers cannot or will not. That’s a fundamental aspect of critical consumption, and to deride it because you disagree with the particular opinions of the fans speaking out undermines the unique and differing perspective you’re trying to advocate. 

I especially like your mention of Barthes here, because, yes, the text derives meaning from the reader, but as you say, it isn’t as simplistic as ‘the author is dead’ argument. Especially in serialized media aware of its own fans, it’s a process of co-creation. The author of the text creates the product with an awareness of its consumption and reception. JD can no more operate in a vacuum than we, the readers, can watch TW without our personal experiences coloring the text. 

The ethical questions you propose, the various topical readings meta authors give us, they contribute to the creation of the text in a way that is different but not lesser to its actual production.

And that’s exactly the way fandom should function, in my opinion. 

"Writing and reading fanfiction isn’t just something you do; it’s a way of thinking critically about the media you consume, of being aware of all the implicit assumptions that a canonical work carries with it, and of considering the possibility that those assumptions might not be the only way things have to be."

At this late date, fanfiction has become wildly more biodiverse that the canonical works that it springs from. It encompasses male pregnancy, centaurification, body swapping, apocalypses, reincarnation, and every sexual fetish, kink, combination, position, and inversion you can imagine and probably a lot more that you could but would probably prefer not to. It breaks down walls between genders and genres and races and canons and bodies and species and past and future and conscious and unconscious and fiction and reality. Culturally speaking, this work used to be the job of the avant garde, but in many ways fanfiction has stepped in to take that role. If the mainstream has been slow to honor it, well, that’s usually the fate of aesthetic revolutions. Fanfiction is the madwoman in mainstream culture’s attic, but the attic won’t contain it forever.

Anne Jamison. Fic: Why Fanfiction is Taking Over the World. 2013

(via notenoughgatorade)

snickfic:

Probably all my followers know this, but in case you don’t: ANYONE can get an account on AO3. You don’t have to be a writer, artist, or other fanart creator. All you have to do is request an invite, and currently I believe the wait is something like 24 hours.

Reasons to get an account:

  • You can see all the fic that’s locked to members only! Especially important for sports fandoms where lots of people lock their fic for RPF reasons.
  • You can comment on fics that are locked or have anon commenting turned off.
  • You can use AO3’s bookmark function (which some people use as a rec function, for example)
  • You can turn on the history function, which then keeps track of EVERY FIC YOU EVER CLICK ON

AO3! Accounts are for everyone! \o/

And now for an AU where Tazer and Kaner did go to free agency.

svmadelyn:

I got bored on twitter today.

Agent: Kane, Toews balance wins, payday

LRT = a dark part of me wishes they HAD gone to free agency so that people could see how MUCH they were turning down. Also, ‘cause I want to

- see the wooing attempts by other teams/sheer insanity that would ensue. The Leafs offer the ENTIRE CITY OF TORONTO. -

Toronto city council: Yes. This is a legitimate offer. We can’t get rid of our mayor, but by god, you two would kinda make up for that. -

Buffalo offers Kaner the keys to the city. The literal keys to everything in the city. Kaner can’t lift the box.

Winnipeg offers Tazer all of the coke stashes in Manitoba. “Just try not to use too much, eh?” they say, worriedly. Tazer: I KNOW MY LIMITS.

Philly offers to send Giroux to Chicago. StanBo takes Philly up on it, despite the fact that Tazer/Kaner are, y’know, free agents.

Detroit offers nothing. Tazer just wakes up in Babcock’s basement in a gilded cage. “You’re not a free agent anymore,” Babs whispers.

EDM offers to make Tazer GM/Coach AND the C. Tazer is thinking on it, but when RNH and Hallsy start sobbing in the hallway he has doubts.

Sidney Crosby shows up at Kaner’s door with a single rose. “Be my right winger?” he whispers on one knee. *Tazer* never offered him a rose.

PHX starts crying at the table, just imagining the possibilities. It’s really uncomfortable. Kaner starts edging his chair toward the door.

Tallon’s a little creepy with the manic eyes: See what I’ve built for you? All the familiar faces? I drafted you, time to come home to papa.

Tazer can hear shrieking at the Habs’ front office. “PLAY IT COOL!” they’re all screaming. “He’s HERE HOW CAN WE BE COOL OMG” someone cries.

"WE’LL WIN ALL THE CUPS AGAIN ‘MEMBER HOW WE USED TO WIN ALL THE CUPS?" PK comes out of nowhere: I love u man, get out, get out while u can

Calgary offers up Bollig to Boston. Boston takes him. “Wait,” says someone in CGY. No one hears him. No one ever hears Sane Guy in Calgary.

ANA tells Kaner he can finally play with fellow American Hero Ryan Kesler. Kes is dispatched for wooing, only to find Crosby on 88’s porch.

Kesler punches Crosby. For ‘Merica. He also stomps on the red rose. For ‘Merica. “Hey baby,” he says, and holds out the eagle on his arm.

Malkin shows up out of nowhere and punches Kesler. Sees the red rose. Tears well up. He spits something in Russian. Sidney rushes after him.

OTT shows up with a hopeful smile and 14.5 mil. “OUR American will be REALLY nice to you,” they say meaningfully. (Con’t)

In related news: B Ryan discovers intensity. (When he flees into the night or is the repository for Johnny’s PKane feelings, you decide.)

BOS tells Johnny he can be their second line center, after Bergy. ‘Cause, BERGY HELLO!!! Johnny T is…unimpressed.

STL dispatches Backes to make their case. Johnny opens the door. Backes punches him. “He rejected our offer,” Backes says tragically.

Chicago fans, because they are Chicago fans yell: WE DON’T NEED YOU ANYMORE. WE NEVER WANTED YOU ANYWAY. FUCK PARADES. FUCK YOU TOO.

"But we were going to sign with Chicago," Tazer and Kaner say, confused. "Oh, okay," Chicago says, and they never have to buy a drink again.

At the eleventh hour of free agency, Phil Kessel shows up with Bozie and a fishing pole. “I got a proposal you can’t refuse,” he says.

And that’s how 88 finds himself watching three morons fishing on a boat in the middle of Canada. “Don’t we have contracts to sign?” he asks.

NSH sits down across from them. “No,” they say. “Just no.” Somewhere, Shea Weber scowls.

"Dallas is SO GREAT," Segs enthuses. "It’s like, baby Chicago! Before you guys got terrifying! COME ON DOWN TO DALLAS!"

J Benn texts 88: Pls don’t come to DAL. I can’t deal with another one. 88 wonders: Another what? But doesn’t wanna go where he’s not wanted.

Quickie writes a poem: “Roses are red. Violets are blue. Come to LA. I’m sick of you (scoring on me.)” - Goalies are not the best at poetry.

Giroux shows up with his dick in a box. “What did Philly think this was going to accomplish?” Tazer demands. “…Philly?” Giroux asks.

"Marry me," Johnny says. "I’m tired of thinking about all this contract shit." Kaner’s half asleep but mumbles yes when Johnny pokes him.

And that’s how Kaner and Tazer wound up married at the end of their free agency period of 2015. ~Fin~

oatmealnebraska:

captainfantoewstic:

I’m so disappointed in you, Jonathan Toews.

#we were rooting for you#we were all rooting for you#not only did you not give us a shirtless vid#you didnt pour water on yourself at all#I AM SO DISAPPOINT

Possible reasons Jonathan Toews has not yet participated in the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge:

1. Not yet on Twitter (or Instagram, or any form of social media—JToews is your granddad). Completely unaware of challenge.

2. Aware of challenge, but not that he personally has been challenged (only checks phone every 4-5 days).

3. Aware that he has been challenged, but must wait for Canadian Tire to contact everyone in Winnipeg who has ever coached, played with, cheered for, or otherwise supported him in his hockey career and gather them in an arena in order to simultaneously douse him in hundreds of buckets of ice water. (No Ice Bucket Challenge goes unassisted.)

4. Pink tank top in the wash. Cannot take part in summer activities without it.

5. Has been trying to complete challenge, but intensity of laser eyes keeps melting the ice.

6. Understandably wary of igniting endless online “Who did Ice Bucket Challenge Better—Toews or Crosby?” debate.

7. Unable to pull self away from fond-eyeing the stickhandling-ice-chopping in Kaner’s Ice Bucket Challenge video.

8. Unexpectedly transformed into duckling. (No one heartless enough to toss tiny duckling into ice-cold water.)

9. Make-a-Wish Foundation inundated with requests from adorable children wanting to skate with JToews and then dump bucket of ice water on his head; needs time to sort through them all.

10. Brisson arranging for local Chicago media photoshoot of Toews doing challenge, but no one can decide between posing him coyly disrobing in locker room shower or lounging in white t-shirt on giant bed surrounded by puppies. (Chicagoland and Northwest Indiana Chevy Dealers are okay with either, as long as Kaner is there and he and Jonny stare intensely and longingly at each other throughout.)

"You have to be alone a lot, you have to be rather sedentary, you have to be a creature of routine, you have to fetishize your solitude, and you have to become very, very selfish about your time."

— Tobias Wolff, on being a writer. From the Paris Review, “The Art of Fiction,” No. 183. (via yahighway)

athenadark:

kedreeva:

kickingshoes:

First illustration for kedreeva, winner of our Sterek Campaign slots! She requested Stiles as a runemage, with Derek in his wolf form and a ethereal wolf familiar at his sides.

I’m completely in love with this one! Thank you (again) for such amazing work <3 If anyone’s interested, the fic that goes along with this one is located here.

it looks like he’s flanked by Skoll and Hati - MUCH LOVE!

arrghigiveup:

jabberwockypie:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

amemait:

last-snowfall:

deducecanoe:

ppyajunebug:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(Image source.)
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
lavenderpatil
because everyone should read it

I think… I could be wrong… but everyone Prof Trwylany (sp) said would die at the beginning of every term DID die in the battle of hogwarts? BUt yeah. The year after that was probably filled with grand speeches about those who sacrificed their lives, and how they would rebuild hogwarts, etc. meanwhile… the kids knew. They were there. They knew what it was really like. And the incoming first years probably had a very different relationship with the older kids, who’d seen shit, than in years past. I think there’d be a long year of seriousness and severity… or everyone would try to put on a happy face and pretend that Colin Kreevy wasn’t working on the school paper any more because he was dead. Stiff upper lip. But with a very subdued attitude.

Imagine the seventh years who came back. Because nobody finished their seventh year. That year was a loss. But the ones it really mattered for were them. Imagine the older kids who are up in the night because they can’t sleep for bad dreams hearing the crying from the lower dorms and finding that little girl who can’t make pincushions but can make Fiendfyre hugging her knees, and saying, “You know what, bring your pillow up, you can sleep on my bed while I read.” Imagine the new first years, the ones who hear the story on the train, who’re eleven and still young, seeing an older student sitting alone staring blankly and going over to them and saying, “D’you want some of my chocolate frogs?” because they can’t think of anything else to do. Imagine one finding someone who’s sitting staring at nothing one day and asking in a quiet voice, “Do you need a hug?” and then staying for an hour while the older student cries and cries and hugs them, because some eleven year olds are really smart (and some eleven year olds already came to the school from Bad Shit) and know that sometimes it helps to hold someone you could look after. Imagine the older students who look at these younger ones coming in, all new and safe and bright, and swearing on Merlin’s grave that nothing will ever, *ever* hurt these kids. Imagine the alumni of Dumbledore’s Army, who refused to let the fucking Death Eaters win when they were here and kicking and sure as she won’t let them now, finding things to do on weekends, organizing things, refusing to have it so that people just stay there alone being sad. Fuck the third-year rule: *everyone* can go to Hogsmeade, you just buddy up the young kids with the older kids and I mean, fuck, *who’s going to be a threat to the older kids now*?Imagine them making up insulting nicknames for their old enemies, taking Voldemort and the Carrows and Lestrange and metaphorically spitting on them every time they use them. Imagine Ron volunteering to take on the Boggart that takes up residence in the one class cupboard because no, look, the stupid thing *still looks like a bloody spider* and look it’s fucking hilarious when you take its legs off and tie it up with a bow. And the class laughs. Imagine Harry staying at the school for a couple years, even when he’s done, because once people understand how the charm worked - how because he let Voldemort kill him it meant that nothing Voldemort could do could hurt any of them anymore - everyone just feels *better* when he’s there. Imagine the nights where everyone leaves the common rooms and camps out in the Great Hall and drinks Butterbeer and tells stories and cries and sometimes there are shouting matches because people get so raw, but in the end everyone falls asleep in a pile together. Imagine all the really, truly inappropriate jokes the survivors make, the ones that make their parents’ eyes fill with tears and terrify the first years, because actually when you’ve been dragged face-first through Hell the *worst shit* becomes fucking funny. Imagine how the owls don’t have to be kept in the owlry anymore, because every kid needs the animal they brought with them; imagine that for the kids that lost theirs, or never had one, their friends finding them some, buying them some. Imagine the girl who knows the Cruciatus Curse breaking down crying because she can’t believe she did that, she can’t ever believe she would and she knows she’s wrong and evil and tainted, and Ginny holding her while she cries and when she calms down, Hermione tells her the story of Regulus Black, and about how just because you made shit choices once that doesn’t mean you can’t make better ones now. Imagine that people have been dealing with this kind of horrible shit all through human history, and people are out there dealing with it today, and yes it absolutely sucks and it’s horrible and the scars it leaves are real and heartbreaking and sometimes people are too badly hurt to go on, but also former child-soldiers play team games and laugh at funny stories and refugee kids with horrible stories love colouring books with bright colours and play games with the friends they’ve made in the camps. And these are kids who fought. Who fought like little demons. Who *chose* to fight. So yeah, it could be awful. It could be nothing but bleak from beginning to end, a year (a decade) of sternness and unhappiness. But it doesn’t have to be; it isn’t guaranteed. (and as @tygermama notes, we Muggles have been figuring out this shit: we give it names and throw our best guesses at it, and some of them are good. So there’s help there, too.)

Ooooof

This entire post is a story unto itself.

*Sob* This is much better and wonderful and … BRB, CRYING IN A GOOD WAY.

Fuck this almost made me break down on public transport ;__;

arrghigiveup:

jabberwockypie:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

amemait:

last-snowfall:

deducecanoe:

ppyajunebug:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

(Image source.)

(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
lavenderpatil
because everyone should read it

I think… I could be wrong… but everyone Prof Trwylany (sp) said would die at the beginning of every term DID die in the battle of hogwarts? BUt yeah. The year after that was probably filled with grand speeches about those who sacrificed their lives, and how they would rebuild hogwarts, etc. meanwhile… the kids knew. They were there. They knew what it was really like. And the incoming first years probably had a very different relationship with the older kids, who’d seen shit, than in years past. I think there’d be a long year of seriousness and severity… or everyone would try to put on a happy face and pretend that Colin Kreevy wasn’t working on the school paper any more because he was dead. Stiff upper lip. But with a very subdued attitude.

Imagine the seventh years who came back. Because nobody finished their seventh year. That year was a loss. But the ones it really mattered for were them.

Imagine the older kids who are up in the night because they can’t sleep for bad dreams hearing the crying from the lower dorms and finding that little girl who can’t make pincushions but can make Fiendfyre hugging her knees, and saying, “You know what, bring your pillow up, you can sleep on my bed while I read.”

Imagine the new first years, the ones who hear the story on the train, who’re eleven and still young, seeing an older student sitting alone staring blankly and going over to them and saying, “D’you want some of my chocolate frogs?” because they can’t think of anything else to do.

Imagine one finding someone who’s sitting staring at nothing one day and asking in a quiet voice, “Do you need a hug?” and then staying for an hour while the older student cries and cries and hugs them, because some eleven year olds are really smart (and some eleven year olds already came to the school from Bad Shit) and know that sometimes it helps to hold someone you could look after.

Imagine the older students who look at these younger ones coming in, all new and safe and bright, and swearing on Merlin’s grave that nothing will ever, *ever* hurt these kids.

Imagine the alumni of Dumbledore’s Army, who refused to let the fucking Death Eaters win when they were here and kicking and sure as she won’t let them now, finding things to do on weekends, organizing things, refusing to have it so that people just stay there alone being sad. Fuck the third-year rule: *everyone* can go to Hogsmeade, you just buddy up the young kids with the older kids and I mean, fuck, *who’s going to be a threat to the older kids now*?

Imagine them making up insulting nicknames for their old enemies, taking Voldemort and the Carrows and Lestrange and metaphorically spitting on them every time they use them.

Imagine Ron volunteering to take on the Boggart that takes up residence in the one class cupboard because no, look, the stupid thing *still looks like a bloody spider* and look it’s fucking hilarious when you take its legs off and tie it up with a bow. And the class laughs.

Imagine Harry staying at the school for a couple years, even when he’s done, because once people understand how the charm worked - how because he let Voldemort kill him it meant that nothing Voldemort could do could hurt any of them anymore - everyone just feels *better* when he’s there.

Imagine the nights where everyone leaves the common rooms and camps out in the Great Hall and drinks Butterbeer and tells stories and cries and sometimes there are shouting matches because people get so raw, but in the end everyone falls asleep in a pile together.

Imagine all the really, truly inappropriate jokes the survivors make, the ones that make their parents’ eyes fill with tears and terrify the first years, because actually when you’ve been dragged face-first through Hell the *worst shit* becomes fucking funny.

Imagine how the owls don’t have to be kept in the owlry anymore, because every kid needs the animal they brought with them; imagine that for the kids that lost theirs, or never had one, their friends finding them some, buying them some.

Imagine the girl who knows the Cruciatus Curse breaking down crying because she can’t believe she did that, she can’t ever believe she would and she knows she’s wrong and evil and tainted, and Ginny holding her while she cries and when she calms down, Hermione tells her the story of Regulus Black, and about how just because you made shit choices once that doesn’t mean you can’t make better ones now.

Imagine that people have been dealing with this kind of horrible shit all through human history, and people are out there dealing with it today, and yes it absolutely sucks and it’s horrible and the scars it leaves are real and heartbreaking and sometimes people are too badly hurt to go on, but also former child-soldiers play team games and laugh at funny stories and refugee kids with horrible stories love colouring books with bright colours and play games with the friends they’ve made in the camps.

And these are kids who fought. Who fought like little demons. Who *chose* to fight. So yeah, it could be awful. It could be nothing but bleak from beginning to end, a year (a decade) of sternness and unhappiness. But it doesn’t have to be; it isn’t guaranteed.


(and as @tygermama notes, we Muggles have been figuring out this shit: we give it names and throw our best guesses at it, and some of them are good. So there’s help there, too.)

Ooooof

This entire post is a story unto itself.

*Sob* This is much better and wonderful and … BRB, CRYING IN A GOOD WAY.

Fuck this almost made me break down on public transport ;__;

whydisignuponthisgodforsakensite:

bruins-babe:

2007 - 2014 some things never change

undercaffeinated-reader:

jesus look at that baby’s face   my feelings are too intense for my body   Remember how Patrick said his FIRST THOUGHT   upon being drafted by the Hawks   was that he would have a chance to play with Jonny?   Because he was remembering how AMAZING Jonny had been at Juniors   And of course before the draft when they were pretty sure Kaner was going first   Jonny suddenly decided he wanted to join the Hawks RIGHT NOW   BECAUSE HE WANTED TO BE A PART OF THE NEW TEAM WITH KANER   AND THEY BECAME THE FACE OF THE FUCKING FRANCHISE   AND EVERYONE LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER   And you wonder why I don’t believe this is real life  

I agree - sometimes I find it hard to believe this is real, too. Did he actually have a flashback? Or is it some PR thing he felt he should say?

FOUND IT! Here’s the article excerpt: 

Patrick Kane hesitated for just a moment after the Chicago Blackhawks called his name as the first player selected in the 2007 Entry Draft, seemingly caught in a flashback.

It was early January. Kane was playing for the United States at the World Junior Championship and he was remembering just how good Jonathan Toews was in Canada’s 2-1 victory over the U.S.

 ”It just dawned on me that Jonathan and I could be linemates in Chicago,” he said, with a wide smile. “I’ll never forget how good he was in that game, especially the three shootout goals that won the game for them. Maybe …”

“Maybe Jonathan and I could re-energize Blackhawk fans the way Savard and Larmer did in the 1980s and Jeremy Roenick did later.”

And this is the tumblr post I saw it on. 

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

no but imagine Parrish secretly thinking in his head ‘oh my god I have just awoken my latent super powers I am actually a real life super hero wait all of these dumb kids also have super powers CAN WE BE THE X-MEN OF BEACON HILLS’ and he secretly calls the Sheriff Professor X in his heart of hearts

# parrish gets more excited about vigilante justice than ANY of them  # derek and scott play rock paper scissors over who has to tell him that the mask is excessive  (via mercutiolicious)

The invisible ship — erasure and Teen Wolf

cupidsbower:

As those of you who have been following my meta for a while will probably have realised, my reading of the text is that the entire thing is pretty much an extended exploration of othering.

Othering takes many forms in the story, and it’s nearly always presented with some kind of inversion.

For example, sexual abuse with women as the abusers and men (especially Derek) as the victims.

Kate sexually abuses Derek. It’s canon in S1, but back then a lot of fans didn’t acknowledge that she really did sexually abuse him. Not until S4 when we finally saw Kate with underage Derek, and then I saw a lot of people saying it was disgusting and problematic and the text was condoning abuse. No, it wasn’t condoning it, it was confirming it actually happened.

People still refuse to believe that Jennifer raped Derek. We’re not “told” by the text that it happened, you see, so even though we saw the creepiness play out — Derek injured to the point of semi-consciousness at the start of the scene and wanting to contact his pack, and Jennifer manipulating him — it’s “ambiguous”.

There are already signs Braeden and Derek also have a problematic power dynamic, with Braeden being the one with the power.

How many times does the pattern have to repeat before people accept it’s a pattern? Hint: the text has told us. The magic number is three.

The text is never going to “tell” us that these relationships are abusive. That’s not how this text works. It’s showing us, so we can recognise it in real life.

Davis is showing us problematic sexual dynamics, and he’s inverted the usual gender dynamics of the real world, and made the predators women to disrupt our expectations and see this behaviour through fresh eyes.

We have a similar repeating pattern with coded racism. The Argents have committed hate crimes against the Hales — the Hales are white though, so it’s easy to dismiss as not racist. Maybe they deserved it, like Scott said in S1. But what about the guards in the prisoner of war camp in Noshiko’s flashback — they committed race crimes against Japanese supernatural people. Scott, a character of colour, has internalised his fear and hatred for werewolves and it’s causing him significant problems.

Three’s a pattern.

And again, fandom for the most part refuses to acknowledge this race reading as a major theme. Instead, there’s a constant refrain that anyone who bashes the characters of colour are racist, with no acknowledgement that within the text itself, racism is directed at the werewolves, often by the characters of colour. That’s the point. It’s an inversion, just like the gender inversion in the rape narrative, so we see it with fresh eyes.

And guess what? We have a similar pattern for queerness.

There is a bunch of indications that Stiles is bisexual, but because we’re not “told” it’s real, fandom merrily erases it, and calls people who see it delusional. We are canonically shown that Stiles is Derek’s anchor, but oh, no, that just means Derek wanted advice about dreams. It doesn’t mean anything important. Derek isn’t gay, and he doesn’t like Stiles. Derek is the king of Stiles chessboard, but that was just the Nogitsune, not Stiles. Stiles hates Derek. Symbolism like that only counts for het ships.

See, even in a world without homophobia, you can’t have a slow-build gay romance without telling everyone its happening. Subtext is nothing. In fact, outright text is nothing. Nothing. Nothing. There is no queerness in this text! Stiles and Derek are straight! Bisexuality does not exist! They don’t like each other! It’s all in your head!

I wonder how many times growing up Davis was told he was imagining queer relationships in texts? That he was imagining people acting homophobically towards him? That he was imagining creepy closeted men trying to coerce him into secret sex and making him feel ashamed of his own sexuality?

I wonder how many times he’s wanted to depict those invisible narratives, and make straight people see what it’s like to be othered. For it to be right there in the fucking story, but never acknowledged, and for everyone around you to say, “Oh no, you’re delusional. It’s not like that.”

I hope he’s watching us tie ourselves into knots over Teen Wolf and how “bad” the writing is. I hope he’s laughing so hard right now.

I hope it feels good.

ETA:

My reply to thetiredtyper: here.

As you’ve said before, TW is an open text, subject to various interpretations. Since I began reading meta like this in Season 3, I’ve noticed the opposition of what is shown and what is said, exactly as you describe. Yet these discrepancies, which highlight the inversion of racism and sexual abuse, seriously disturbed me, to such an extent that I wasn’t enjoying the show at all. I was only thinking about how terrible this implicit othering appeared when  accepted at face value.

Reading your meta helps me put this all in the context of a larger societal allegory. Even then, I generally reminded myself that I shouldn’t put my faith in the show. It has the potential to really develop these subversions, but I didn’t want to face huge disappointment if it failed to do so. I was determined to be content with the amazing fanfiction and meta, reasoning that even if the show failed me, at least it had inspired a thoughtful, creative fandom. 

And then you have to go and say something like this: 

The text is never going to “tell” us that these relationships are abusive. That’s not how this text works. It’s showing us, so we can recognise it in real life.

Which… How could I have missed this? In a show that tells the story through the visual narrative, characters contradictory words and actions, an inversion of stereotypes, all filtered through an unreliable narrator, why would I ever have expected an explicit statement on something like Stiles’ sexuality? That’s not in Teen Wolf’s nature. For the first time, I am now genuinely hoping for implicit Sterek. And believing it will happen.

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People always think that he was a psychopath before hand and he was terrible and this gave him an excuse to do it. I think – and this is just my opinion – that moment was like a psychological break for him and it literally turned him crazy. It was that traumatic to have his whole family burned and he’s lost everything.

If [the fire] hadn’t happened, I see him as a guy that’s looking after the family: he’s got a bunch of money, he’s taking care of the legacy. He’s trying to keep the hunters away. That he’s maybe even the patriarch of the family and I see him as a completely different person and that this guy that we saw is just like a nightmare train wreck version of bad circumstance. I have to think that, otherwise I would judge the character and hate him and I can’t do that.

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Ian Bohen, headcanon on Peter Hale (COTN)  (via theserpentgirl)

So… Ian Bohen is part of the fandom that agrees that Visinary didn’t happen or what?

(via alan713ch)

I don’t know the context of this, but I think it sounds really professional actually. What Bohen is saying here is that to him, Peter is the hero of his own story.

In my opinion that’s the only way to portray a villain effectively, whether you’re a writer or another type of creative. The character needs to think they are justified, even as they commit atrocities. Otherwise, they just come across as cardboard and ridiculous.

Peter is a glorious villain, and it’s because he still believes he’s the hero of his own story that he’s so compelling, even as he smiles and is a villain. Bohen’s choices do that justice.
For what it’s worth, Peter is not the only character in Teen Wolf to think this way. Stiles even called this out in S1, in some dialogue about sidekicks with Scott.

(via cupidsbower)