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[anywhere but home]

striving-artist asked:

I went to a hippie art school in California. You would lose your mind studying the people there. Vegans? Weak. I knew honest to god freegans. Both kinds.

systlin answered:

My Aunt Lynn once gave herself and her family intestinal parasites by dumpster diving for meat a supermarket threw out.

Nothing against freegans actually, I’m all for reducing food waste, but for the love of fuck don’t do it with expired beef and pork that’ve been in a dumpster in 85F heat for hours

[bisquid]

I remember just staring blankly at the screen when you told us this. Just. Genuine abject blue screen of death

Then a lot of swearing

[systlin]

My family did ivermectin before it was cool! And for the actual intended purpose!

[thequeeninyellowlace]

I also knew freegans in California at the hippie art school that was part of my university. I also knew a girl who thought solid food was bad for the environment, and she subsisted entirely on smoothies for most of a year.

[systlin]

Fascinating.

Hang on gotta go see if I can run this one down. See if it was just some wild conclusion she came to personally, or if there's actually a group who claim that.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I knew a freegan in Durango that almost got mauled to death because he was dumpster diving in the Sonic Dumpster that everyone and their dog knew belonged to the local Alpha Black Bear Boar.

Kyle only broke his leg and escaped into the sonic with his friend who had been hotboxing the sonic kitchen with weed he was definitely not old enough to be smoking, which caused him to slip on kitchen grease and stab himself on some kind of kicthen impliment. I got called by them at 12:03 AM, terminally high and panicking because of the weed and the bear circling the sonic, because the Kush-Kabob guy was in my husband's D&D group and Husbeast and I were the only adult-adults he knew.

...Which is how I ended up having to chase a 400lb black bear away from the back door of a sonic so I could drive two of the stupidest people I ever met to the hospital. Whatever vibe I have that makes horses wanna murder me apparently makes bears shit themselves and run tho.

[headspace-hotel]

Freeganism is an ideology of limited participation in the conventional economy and minimal consumption of resources, particularly through recovering wasted goods like food.[1] The word "freegan" is a portmanteau of "free" and "vegan".[2] While vegans avoid buying, consuming, using, and wearing animal products as an act of protest against animal exploitation, freegans—at least in theory—avoid buying anything as an act of protest against the food system in general.

[analytically]

gallusrostromegalus:

systlin:

thequeeninyellowlace:

systlin:

bisquid:

I remember just staring blankly at the screen when you told us this. Just. Genuine abject blue screen of death

Then a lot of swearing

My family did ivermectin before it was cool! And for the actual intended purpose!

I also knew freegans in California at the hippie art school that was part of my university. I also knew a girl who thought solid food was bad for the environment, and she subsisted entirely on smoothies for most of a year.

Fascinating.

Hang on gotta go see if I can run this one down. See if it was just some wild conclusion she came to personally, or if there's actually a group who claim that.

I knew a freegan in Durango that almost got mauled to death because he was dumpster diving in the Sonic Dumpster that everyone and their dog knew belonged to the local Alpha Black Bear Boar.

Kyle only broke his leg and escaped into the sonic with his friend who had been hotboxing the sonic kitchen with weed he was definitely not old enough to be smoking, which caused him to slip on kitchen grease and stab himself on some kind of kicthen impliment. I got called by them at 12:03 AM, terminally high and panicking because of the weed and the bear circling the sonic, because the Kush-Kabob guy was in my husband's D&D group and Husbeast and I were the only adult-adults he knew.

...Which is how I ended up having to chase a 400lb black bear away from the back door of a sonic so I could drive two of the stupidest people I ever met to the hospital. Whatever vibe I have that makes horses wanna murder me apparently makes bears shit themselves and run tho.

What is a freegan?!?!

it seems to be people who either don't buy any food or don't buy animal products, but still eat them by getting them for free. I... don't really understand this. Is it supposed to give you empathy for the poor? Wikipedia seems to think it's an anti-capitalist thing, since buying food is participation in capitalism.

[headspace-hotel]

I mean it would be cool if paired with understanding that food ultimately comes from The Earth rather than Dumpster

Foraging is cool, I like people trying to popularize that.

[ultra-normal]

@analytically

is it supposed to give you empathy for the poor?

I'm engaging this in good faith because it's phrased as a question, but there's people going off in the notes about "larping food insecurity" and like... wow. All freegans I know are punks/squatters/activists. And honestly I'm not opposed to well off people wasting less food either but mostly this is a thing that is popular with people who Are Poor. And @headspace-hotel where I'm from at least a core part of it is being mindful about what you DO buy. So you get your produce and eggs local, but when it comes to dumpster diving you just take anything, because factory farming and slave labour might be horrible, but having all that suffering and then just leaving it to rot is just so much worse.

[systlin]

....where the hell was I judgemental or mean?????

I literally said it's cool and I support it just don't do it with meat that can make you sick

[ultra-normal]

Hey I’m sorry I misinterpreted your tone, it’s something I struggle with. I thought you were ridiculing the concept and got too defensive.

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striving-artist asked:

I went to a hippie art school in California. You would lose your mind studying the people there. Vegans? Weak. I knew honest to god freegans. Both kinds.

systlin answered:

My Aunt Lynn once gave herself and her family intestinal parasites by dumpster diving for meat a supermarket threw out.

Nothing against freegans actually, I’m all for reducing food waste, but for the love of fuck don’t do it with expired beef and pork that’ve been in a dumpster in 85F heat for hours

[bisquid]

I remember just staring blankly at the screen when you told us this. Just. Genuine abject blue screen of death

Then a lot of swearing

[systlin]

My family did ivermectin before it was cool! And for the actual intended purpose!

[thequeeninyellowlace]

I also knew freegans in California at the hippie art school that was part of my university. I also knew a girl who thought solid food was bad for the environment, and she subsisted entirely on smoothies for most of a year.

[systlin]

Fascinating.

Hang on gotta go see if I can run this one down. See if it was just some wild conclusion she came to personally, or if there's actually a group who claim that.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I knew a freegan in Durango that almost got mauled to death because he was dumpster diving in the Sonic Dumpster that everyone and their dog knew belonged to the local Alpha Black Bear Boar.

Kyle only broke his leg and escaped into the sonic with his friend who had been hotboxing the sonic kitchen with weed he was definitely not old enough to be smoking, which caused him to slip on kitchen grease and stab himself on some kind of kicthen impliment. I got called by them at 12:03 AM, terminally high and panicking because of the weed and the bear circling the sonic, because the Kush-Kabob guy was in my husband's D&D group and Husbeast and I were the only adult-adults he knew.

...Which is how I ended up having to chase a 400lb black bear away from the back door of a sonic so I could drive two of the stupidest people I ever met to the hospital. Whatever vibe I have that makes horses wanna murder me apparently makes bears shit themselves and run tho.

[headspace-hotel]

Freeganism is an ideology of limited participation in the conventional economy and minimal consumption of resources, particularly through recovering wasted goods like food.[1] The word "freegan" is a portmanteau of "free" and "vegan".[2] While vegans avoid buying, consuming, using, and wearing animal products as an act of protest against animal exploitation, freegans—at least in theory—avoid buying anything as an act of protest against the food system in general.

[analytically]

gallusrostromegalus:

systlin:

thequeeninyellowlace:

systlin:

bisquid:

I remember just staring blankly at the screen when you told us this. Just. Genuine abject blue screen of death

Then a lot of swearing

My family did ivermectin before it was cool! And for the actual intended purpose!

I also knew freegans in California at the hippie art school that was part of my university. I also knew a girl who thought solid food was bad for the environment, and she subsisted entirely on smoothies for most of a year.

Fascinating.

Hang on gotta go see if I can run this one down. See if it was just some wild conclusion she came to personally, or if there's actually a group who claim that.

I knew a freegan in Durango that almost got mauled to death because he was dumpster diving in the Sonic Dumpster that everyone and their dog knew belonged to the local Alpha Black Bear Boar.

Kyle only broke his leg and escaped into the sonic with his friend who had been hotboxing the sonic kitchen with weed he was definitely not old enough to be smoking, which caused him to slip on kitchen grease and stab himself on some kind of kicthen impliment. I got called by them at 12:03 AM, terminally high and panicking because of the weed and the bear circling the sonic, because the Kush-Kabob guy was in my husband's D&D group and Husbeast and I were the only adult-adults he knew.

...Which is how I ended up having to chase a 400lb black bear away from the back door of a sonic so I could drive two of the stupidest people I ever met to the hospital. Whatever vibe I have that makes horses wanna murder me apparently makes bears shit themselves and run tho.

What is a freegan?!?!

it seems to be people who either don't buy any food or don't buy animal products, but still eat them by getting them for free. I... don't really understand this. Is it supposed to give you empathy for the poor? Wikipedia seems to think it's an anti-capitalist thing, since buying food is participation in capitalism.

[headspace-hotel]

I mean it would be cool if paired with understanding that food ultimately comes from The Earth rather than Dumpster

Foraging is cool, I like people trying to popularize that.

[ultra-normal]

@analytically

is it supposed to give you empathy for the poor?

I’m engaging this in good faith because it’s phrased as a question, but there’s people going off in the notes about “larping food insecurity” and like… wow. All freegans I know are punks/squatters/activists. And honestly I’m not opposed to well off people wasting less food either but mostly this is a thing that is popular with people who Are Poor. And @headspace-hotel where I’m from at least a core part of it is being mindful about what you DO buy. So you get your produce and eggs local, but when it comes to dumpster diving you just take anything, because factory farming and slave labour might be horrible, but having all that suffering and then just leaving it to rot is just so much worse.

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[angel-derangement]

losing my mind at this article about a guy trying out the meta verse

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[roachpatrol]

Here’s a story about changelings: 

Mary was a beautiful baby, sweet and affectionate, but by the time she’s three she’s turned difficult and strange, with fey moods and a stubborn mouth that screams and bites but never says mama. But her mother’s well-used to hard work with little thanks, and when the village gossips wag their tongues she just shrugs, and pulls her difficult child away from their precious, perfect blossoms, before the bites draw blood. Mary’s mother doesn’t drown her in a bucket of saltwater, and she doesn’t take up the silver knife the wife of the village priest leaves out for her one Sunday brunch. 

She gives her daughter yarn, instead, and instead of a rowan stake through her inhuman heart she gives her a child’s first loom, oak and ash. She lets her vicious, uncooperative fairy daughter entertain herself with games of her own devising, in as much peace and comfort as either of them can manage.

Mary grows up strangely, as a strange child would, learning everything in all the wrong order, and biting a great deal more than she should. But she also learns to weave, and takes to it with a grand passion. Soon enough she knows more than her mother–which isn’t all that much–and is striking out into unknown territory, turning out odd new knots and weaves, patterns as complex as spiderwebs and spellrings. 

“Aren’t you clever,” her mother says, of her work, and leaves her to her wool and flax and whatnot. Mary’s not biting anymore, and she smiles more than she frowns, and that’s about as much, her mother figures, as anyone should hope for from their child. 

Mary still cries sometimes, when the other girls reject her for her strange graces, her odd slow way of talking, her restless reaching fluttering hands that have learned to spin but never to settle. The other girls call her freak, witchblood, hobgoblin.

“I don’t remember girls being quite so stupid when I was that age,” her mother says, brushing Mary’s hair smooth and steady like they’ve both learned to enjoy, smooth as a skein of silk. “Time was, you knew not to insult anyone you might need to flatter later. ‘Specially when you don’t know if they’re going to grow wings or horns or whatnot. Serve ‘em all right if you ever figure out curses.”

“I want to go back,” Mary says. “I want to go home, to where I came from, where there’s people like me. If I’m a fairy’s child I should be in fairyland, and no one would call me a freak.”

“Aye, well, I’d miss you though,” her mother says. “And I expect there’s stupid folk everywhere, even in fairyland. Cruel folk, too. You just have to make the best of things where you are, being my child instead.”

Mary learns to read well enough, in between the weaving, especially when her mother tracks down the traveling booktraders and comes home with slim, precious manuals on dyes and stains and mordants, on pigments and patterns, diagrams too arcane for her own eyes but which make her daughter’s eyes shine.

“We need an herb garden,” her daughter says, hands busy, flipping from page to page, pulling on her hair, twisting in her skirt, itching for a project. “Yarrow, and madder, and woad and weld…”

“Well, start digging,” her mother says. “Won’t do you a harm to get out of the house now’n then.”

Mary doesn’t like dirt but she’s learned determination well enough from her mother. She digs and digs, and plants what she’s given, and the first year doesn’t turn out so well but the second’s better, and by the third a cauldron’s always simmering something over the fire, and Mary’s taking in orders from girls five years older or more, turning out vivid bolts and spools and skeins of red and gold and blue, restless fingers dancing like they’ve summoned down the rainbow. Her mother figures she probably has.

“Just as well you never got the hang of curses,” she says, admiring her bright new skirts. “I like this sort of trick a lot better.”

Mary smiles, rocking back and forth on her heels, fingers already fluttering to find the next project.

She finally grows up tall and fair, if a bit stooped and squinty, and time and age seem to calm her unhappy mouth about as well as it does for human children. Word gets around she never lies or breaks a bargain, and if the first seems odd for a fairy’s child then the second one seems fit enough. The undyed stacks of taken orders grow taller, the dyed lots of filled orders grow brighter, the loom in the corner for Mary’s own creations grows stranger and more complex. Mary’s hands callus just like her mother’s, become as strong and tough and smooth as the oak and ash of her needles and frames, though they never fall still.

“Do you ever wonder what your real daughter would be like?” the priest’s wife asks, once.

Mary’s mother snorts. “She wouldn’t be worth a damn at weaving,” she says. “Lord knows I never was. No, I’ll keep what I’ve been given and thank the givers kindly. It was a fair enough trade for me. Good day, ma’am.”

Mary brings her mother sweet chamomile tea, that night, and a warm shawl in all the colors of a garden, and a hairbrush. In the morning, the priest’s son comes round, with payment for his mother’s pretty new dress and a shy smile just for Mary. He thinks her hair is nice, and her hands are even nicer, vibrant in their strength and skill and endless motion.  

They all live happily ever after.

*

Here’s another story: 

Keep reading

[anywhere but home]

Dealing With Executive Dysfunction - A Masterpost

[compassionatereminders]

• The “getting it done in an unconventional way” method.
• The “it’s not cheating to do it the easy way” method.
• The “fuck what you’re supposed to do” method.
• The “get stuff done while you wait” method.
• The “you don’t have to do everything at once” method.
• The “it doesn’t have to be permanent to be helpful” method.
• The “break the task into smaller steps” method.
• The “treat yourself like a pet” method.
• The “it doesn’t have to be all or nothing” method.
• The “put on a persona” method.
• The “act like you’re filming a tutorial” method.
• The “you don’t have to do it perfectly” method.
• The “wait for a trigger” method.
• The “do it for your future self” method.
• The “might as well” method.
• The “when self discipline doesn’t cut it” method.
• The “taking care of yourself to take care of your pet” method.
• The “make it easy” method.
• The “junebugging” method.
• The “just show up” method.
• The “accept when you need help” method.
• The “make it into a game” method.
• The “everything worth doing is worth doing poorly” method.
• The “trick yourself” method.
• The “break it into even smaller steps” method.
• The “let go of should” method.
• The “your body is an animal you have to take care of” method.
• The “fork theory” method.
• The “effectivity over aesthetics” method.

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ultra-normal asked:

I keep thinking about the sad SCP you reblogged, and how it encapsulates internet horror so well: It's this really thoughtful allegory about generational trauma and poverty and trust and fear. The kid literally grows too big. I love that and find it strangely relatable.

And then it's formatted like a found footage VHS video diary. Of which some moments have no reason at all to exist except to deliver exposition. And it kind of takes you out of it, because why would this poor lady film herself having a phone conversation while an accident goes on in the background, keep the tape rolling while she very likely murdered her neigbour, and then not get rid of this tape?

And most of the better SCP's and nosleep stories and just creepypasta in general is like this. People that make their point beautifully, but because it's supposed to be "real" they completely shoot themselves in the foot delivery-wise. Like the producer of paranormal activity posessed by the spirit of a late 19th century novelist. Truly fascinating.

headspace-hotel answered:

Maybe I’ve just read too many SCPs and short horror of the type, but I found that one to be rather cheap just because of how much it leans on the “something bad happens to a child” part of the concept. It certainly hits but it leaves you feeling nasty and a little manipulated. Or that’s how I felt

As for the framing device thing, there are a LOT of SCPs that use framing devices like that beautifully. I can’t think of a good example off the top of my head but framing devices in novels and other media often feel much rougher and more experimental, and sometimes gimmicky.

I agree that in this specific instance it wasn’t the best, but SCPs very often do a pretty good job of using the “article” formatting for something interesting, instead of letting it limit the story.

[ultra-normal]

Yeah, there are some I really like! For me, this one just presented the topic in an interesting way. I do relate as a child that my mother was not equipped for and just Kept Getting Bigger. I didn’t feel manipulated because it was clear where it was going, but I think it’s very personal whether a story like this resonates.

Maybe I spend too much time on nosleep, but I do feel there’s just so many stories out there where the presentation suffers so much from the constraints of whatever  platform they’re published on. If you want to show the reader a moment in time in SCP, it has to be on video. If you want your protagonist to die on nosleep, they have to be able to access a computer in their last moments. So you get these writers with good or great concepts, that force themselves into a framing device that ultimately hurts the story.

[anywhere but home]

[salvadorbonaparte]

Hey did you know I keep a google drive folder with linguistics and language books  that I try to update regularly 

[salvadorbonaparte]

**UPDATE**

I have restructured the folders to make them easier to use and managed to add almost all languages requested and then some

Please let me know any further suggestions

[salvadorbonaparte]

[clockworktardis]

….holy shit. You found the holy grail.

[kittydesade]

….. is this a DIFFERENT person keeping gigabytes worth of language books on google drive? Holy crap.

[wyvyrn]

This. This here. Is why I love Tumblr.❤️❤️❤️

[mirrorthoughts]

@deadcatwithaflamethrower Uuhm… something for you maybe?

[deadcatwithaflamethrower]

How to speak the thing!

[anywhere but home]

[crpl-pnk]

i want men to be able to emotionally connect with people they don’t plan on having sex with. i want men to stop assuming i am planning on having sex with them because i make an effort to engage with them emotionally. i want men to stop feeling personally betrayed by the fact that i engage deeply & genuinely with people regardless of whether i desire them sexually, because i value people & seek to understand & connect with them regardless of sexual attraction

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[eighthdoctor]

there is absolutely no reason hogwarts couldn’t’ve been founded as a monastic school for the education of the clergy, with two houses for women and two for men, except that the hp fandom is full of bitter atheists and people who don’t know shit about paganism & religious history

[eighthdoctor]

@ofloveandmedea said:
please talk about this headcanon it sounds Fascinating and you always have such good sources

and also @saphura

well since you asked so nicely

here’s two things that i don’t think fanfic writers understand about pre-enlightenment europe:

first, there is zero evidence that paganism continued to exist as a practiced faith in western europe after about 900 CE. there is more evidence for demons. (reading on this, among other things) if you want to make the case that with the statute of secrecy, wizards erased all evidence of their existence as your justification for pagan wizards, that’s fine, but you’re then left with the question of where the stories about witches came from.

second, there was no way for a non-christian organization to function. period. it didn’t happen. jewish groups, especially pre-1492, were very small and very quiet; islamic groups kept out of christian europe; there were no other options. if you were a guild, if you were a school, if you were a group of any form, if you were a government–you were christian. it was explicit. there wasn’t even a conception of how to organize without invoking christianity.

so when, in or about 950, hogwarts was founded, it had to be founded in a christian framework. there’s a big, huge, gigantic problem though: in 950, education happened one-on-one, through tutors or apprenticeships. the only, only institution educating in a group format was the church.

why? because clergy came from all classes, because clergy were required to be (at least partially) literate, and because the majority of the population (in some places and eras, from any demographic) was not literate. religious institutions were the only places collecting significant numbers of children and giving them an education.

there were two forms of this: cathedral schools, which produced priests, and monastic schools, which produced monks and nuns. (some reading)

couple of reasons why hogwarts would be monastic and not a cathedral:

• the boring, the reasonable, hogwarts isn’t anywhere near anything that would be a cathedral, but monasteries were all over the place and the more remote, the better
  
• priests were all male, which makes two of the founders difficult to explain
• scotland was more connected to the irish monastic form of christianity than the mainland european bishop focused christianity

so. if you’re going to create a school in 950 in scotland that accepts students from all backgrounds with the goal of educating them, the most reasonable framework for this is the monastic school.

(monastic schools were also notoriously apolitical, which would go a long way to explaining some things in the books…)

but wait! you say. what about christianity and magic?

i’m so glad you asked. medieval catholicism didn’t actually have a problem with harry potter magic, as long as it was dressed up in the appropriate forms.

quote from holy feast and holy fast by caroline walker bynum:

By 1500, indeed, the model of the female saint, expressed both in popular veneration and in official canonizations, was in many ways the mirror image of society’s notion of the witch. Each was thought to be possessed, whether by God or by Satan; each seemed able to read the minds and hearts of others with uncanny shrewdness; each was suspected of flying through the air, whether in saintly levitation or biolocation, or in a witches’ Sabbath.

in other words, it’s not the things that people do that make them witches: it’s their relationship (or not) to God and the Church. things that we today would call magic–healing people by touching them, or saying incantations; turning one bread into many; transporting from place to place–all of these turn up in hagiographies of saints as miracles that they performed.

(complicating matters is that they did have a conception between good and bad witches, it’s just that all were damned. so you have good witches, who are doing good things, and bad witches, who are doing bad things, and saints, who are doing good things, and the quality of the thing…well it does matter, but it matters less than the position of the person doing it)

additionally, throughout the middle ages, you see records of people definitely doing magic which is contemporaneously acknowledged as magic who are…not getting burned as witches. the big easy example here is court alchemists & astrologers, who were all over the place telling the future and/or making things blow up and only really getting into trouble when their patrons did. (some reading)

there were also tumblr’s favorite women, the herbalist or local midwife (or, equally common, the wealthy widow). the line between “medicine” and “magic” was not all that well formed: if you knew that certain herbs with certain prayers would keep someone alive, who was to say that it was the herbs vs the prayers that did the heavy lifting? later there was a clear(er) distinction, but even then, the association of midwifery with witchcraft is not new and it is not unfounded. (more reading)

so there’s a deep, deep split here. because on the one hand, yes, people were (irregularly, but routinely) tortured and (less commonly) executed for witchcraft (under a variety of names). but on the other hand, people were socially rewarded for practicing magic within accepted forms, and while sometimes this was because the source of the magic was seen as different, sometimes it was not.

in this context, then, in this understanding that some people could (and did) work magic without being evil, in this society where education was the province of a very, very select group of people who were also (what a coincidence!) more likely to be workers of magic, in this situation that j.k. rowling seems to have absolutely no idea of–

hogwarts was a monastic school to produce good catholic magical monks and nuns.

(some more readings i didn’t have an excuse to share earlier: link (on merlin), link (on anglo-saxons), link (on things witches did), link (on what the witch hunters thought they were hunting and why))

[eighthdoctor]

and because i know you’re all wondering: hogwarts founder headcanons

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helga hufflepuff is first and easiest, because helga is a midwife. you want an abortion? she can help with that. curse an ex-boyfriend? great! heal your child? she’s got that too. lost a cow? totally something she can help with. helga is a good christian, yes, and goes to church regularly, but it doesn’t occur to her for a while that some form of organized education might be helpful. she has her apprentices, and she grew up with tales about those who wanted too much, too badly, who didn’t think of the cost, and who did a deal with the devil as a result. but she thinks of this as the consequence of what she gets to do, which is putter around in her garden and make sure the crops come in on time. when they start talking about a monastic school, about a place to educate nuns in a little different way, a way that’s a little closer to god, she starts thinking about how to putter a little bigger and what that might mean.

salazar slytherin is the court alchemist. he came running north after an experiment went wrong (did it blow up? a little. was anyone hurt? not badly), looking for somewhere to go and someone to protect him–and this isn’t unusual, everyone has patrons and, and wizards don’t survive long without someone to explain to the church why these wizards are fine, thanks–and he finds that the local monasteries have more young children, young magical children than he’s used to, and he goes–oh. he is also 115% the reason why divination is a subject, because he is very good at explaining to people why their zodiac means they should leave their entire fortune to this brand new monastery, and he never, ever forgets that he has to rely on others, that his safety depends on people who secretly, deeply think he is a heretic, that he’s taking and educating and perverting their children, and that if they wanted to he and all his would die.

rowena ravenclaw is a nun. it’s not a profession she came to young; she came after her husband, after her daughter, after she was widowed and everyone looked at her a little differently, and a little sadly. after she started having visions, after her angry words started to hurt. so she went to a cloister, and discovered she was touched by god, and also that there were children here, like her daughter, who needed education and that she was very, very good at this. it’s rowena who reaches out to those she knows, here and there, saying, do you want to make this real? do you want to make this official? rowena has had a lot, and lost a lot, and found something else entirely, and is determined to take everyone along with her.

godric is a monk. he is not a very good monk. he is not big on the seclusion or the copying. he is very big on living in the community and helping them (he would make a decent fransciscan if he was born 500 years later). he’s an absolute stickler for penance, for himself or for anyone else, and also for justice. he became a monk because he got in an argument with a neighbor, and the next day the neighbor’s cow died, and there was an accusation made, so he decided that the appropriate solution was to vanish and made his way to ireland to become a monk. he sees people every day who don’t know what they can do, who do know what they can do but not how, who are hurting others and helping others and want only to know why, whether this was from god or from the devil, and he does his best to help them. but he can’t help but think that there must be some better way to do this, that if there was a monastery just for monks like him, they might be able to do something.

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and they do.

[abigail-nicole]

i love this format of fanfic

[feathersescapism]

You know this strongly implies that you can then trace the HARD-split of Magic-Muggle society to the Reformation, and it’s probably Calvin’s fault, and that’s beautiful.