HP || Hufflepuff || Dancing Plants.

Belated Hoggywartyxmas Rec Post

(Finished this post a few days ago –after a few to write it up – & things’ve been a touch mad since. Car battery died completely, replaced now, & laptop bullied me into a low-key reset then failed midway through [typical], which about gave me a heart-attack for my saved material. Haven’t yet reached my desktop computer, though closer every week. My younger housemate – the suitemate with whom I spend the most time – is moving back home on Wednesday, so spending time with him & the Village has been a priority.

Was able to work on this post around friends, including in the little chair my platonic partners got for me at their place called the “Minerva Chair” with green crushed-velour fabric flung over a little armchair and a lovely old ottoman for putting up my spurred boots. Currently curled up beneath a throw blanket on the futon. One housemate left Blue Planet on the telly & my other young housemate fell asleep over on the floor; in the background I’m learning about penguins in the Antarctic regions. Now to check all this coding…)

Hoggywarty Recs


I am, as always now, late to the party - and later still for the comments, but all of Hoggywartyxmas/ hoggywartyxmas has been taken in and enjoyed now, so I can at least offer my recommendations as the comments wait to be owled off.

What a festival it was this year. Much seemed to revolve around Albus Dumbledore and the choices he made, the lives he impacted, the acknowledgement of his part in everything and awareness of others' perceptions--mostly told by other voices and less from his own. I quite enjoyed it! So many new looks at canon.

As for the recs... Well, I made myself pick five as Top Recs, but that shall hardly stop me from singing the praises of a few more, all chosen before seeing the authors (but including them here).

Top Five

One


Title: 'Do Badgers Dream of Chocolate Hobnobs?'
Author: gingertart50
Summary: Pomona Sprout decided that Albus Dumbledore had his own agenda and there might be more to the Potions Master than met the eye; or, what happens when people underestimate a badger.
Gen - ~5,500 words - Severus Snape, Pomona Sprout, Filius Flitwick, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Hogwarts+


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'Oh dear,' Pomona sighed, 'do you catch the scent of huge, unwieldy long-term machinations?'


Two


Title: 'A Bit of Earth Beneath the Feet'
Author: lash_larue
Summary: Sometimes a woman does what she feels is right, and neither asks permission nor looks back.
PG-13 - 8,400 - Minerva McGonagall & Remus Lupin


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"Come and stand on my bit of earth for a time."


Three


Title: 'Slumming with the Staff'
Artist: mywitch
Summary: It's Christmas week 1992 and Gilderoy Lockhart was easily coaxed to share with us his journal. I've included some drawings as well, to clarify things.
NC-17 - Art & Words - Gilderoy Lockhart, Madam Rosmerta, Sybill Trelawney, Severus Snape, Filius Flitwick, Albus Dumbledore, Pomona Sprout, Minerva McGonagall (almost)


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Only Severus and I in the lounge whilst I was working on it... but his sort of hair suggests a dispiriting apathy toward the pleasures of the flesh.


Four


Title: 'Tower Dwellers'
Artist: purplefluffycat
Summary: On Christmas Eve, Aurora takes in the universe, and the neighbouring turret. Which is further away?
PG - ~3,400 - Aurora Sinistra, Sybill Trelawney


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She and I are both caught up in this war, then – and not entirely of our own doing. Are we pawns or players in this game of megalomania and magic? Does the force of the universe understand any more the games of wicked men?


Five


Title: 'Peace on Earth' or 'That Christmas with the Carrows'
Artist: sigune
Summary: In 1997, not a single student spends the holidays at Hogwarts. The Heads of Houses are furious at what their new colleagues have turned their school into. So, at that year's student-less Christmas dinner...
G - At Least 1,000 Words (in the form of a Picture) - The Carrows, Filius Flitwick, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Pomona Sprout, Horace Slughorn, a wandering Turkey


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The Mentions


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There we have it – my read of the Hoggywarty crop this year and far too late in the sharing of it, but here it is.

Some astute characters this year - all catching each other’s drifts or whiffs of the trail or a catch of some serious tail. The Roast of Albus Dumbledore went off mostly without hitch, save a mortified painting here or there. Some fun new pairings and some pretty brilliant worldbuilding. Another incredible year! Very glad to have read; shall be sharing more in the comment domain as soon as they’re all finalised, which may take a while but is teaching me plenty. May it put me in better working order next year to participate again – can cross fingers.

A whole decade of partying. Whodduthunk it? Why, anyone who’s ever attended, that’s who. Bit of a “duh” really.

Away I go, hopeful of posting comments before ruddy Valentine’s day! XS

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
Women || Two in a field.

Fetish Flea

I'm helping vend a Fetish Flea (con) this weekend.

Wearing a partner friend's array of personalised waistcoats and dapper cravats.

Well, and all my leather; it's practically a part of me.

I took pictures of my schedule for tomorrow but there's no way I'll figure out posting pictures on this here magic-less about when it's already typing this behind the description boxes autocorrecting to goodness knows what.

Hate technology, love you all, living a lot, dating too much, birthday in a week. Thank holy fucking hell this year will be over for me! New revolution, new revelations, better resolve. Can't read a word of this, so good luck trying to read this drivel.

Oh dear gods I'm going to be distracted by so many pretty people this weekend. I'm doomed.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
TV || Xena || Laughter.

A Note of Self-Appreciation

if you don't object the literal naval-gazing?

An indication that however sad my state, my heart is not so beyond-bearably broken (it perseveres):

This body, for all it doesn't work when it ought and ages as it ought'nt, sure does take to muscle well.

Damn that is a nice belly. I love every hellish second of athleticism that puts the shadow of muscles across my tum. Another week at home (currently not) and I'll be near real abs.

*grins* If only the old thing worked the way it looks! I'd really be in business then, I'll tell ya.

(;

PS: I'm alive. Been preparing for and recovering from a doctor's appointment that confirmed I have Something Bad (connective tissue disorder) but not what form. Not without lots of money for genetic testing I'm really curious about but that may tamper with my insurance or a big sum of money to an out-of-network doctor who might be more likely to diagnose me by symptoms. Worse than I'd hoped for, but I'll face it.

PPS: The abs help. Back to writing Xena/Gabrielle fic.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
Readwrite || Book and mug.

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Trudi Canavan: The Black Magician Trilogy (Suggested by )



[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
Rainbow || Make a rainbow.

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One more quick entry to say I just got my paid account/icon space back and

all my icons are back!

Yaaaaay!

The pretty women and HP and The Worst Witch and rainbow and winter and adorable animals, all of them!

*Does a little happy jig*

Oh how I've missed them. All the years I've been on LJ, 6 was simply too few. Commenting didn't feel right somehow--I just stuck with the one muscly Halsey one and that was that. Now I have options!

But my best option is to go the fack to sleep. I think I'll always have a bit of trouble with that one...

*hoots like an owl and flies up her spiral staircase*
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Halsey  || Head down muscles up.

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Finally beginning to feel like myself again as of about 5 days ago! Have a lot of catching up to do after a year of being busy and a half-year of being very sick, with bad eyes to boot (screens were hard). Such a relief.

I'm Celiac on top of everything else. It's a whole lot of not-fun in America when I can't even risk cross-contamination, but I'm getting better at it. Learning the ropes of the kitchen and slowly gathering a set of kitchen supplies of my own.

Been hanging out with a younger friend of mine a lot recently who is also giving up gluten--she has had a very similar rash on her legs to the one I had and has had it for a very long time as well--so we're working on this together, which makes it easier. She's prepping for a colonoscopy so today we're making up a meal plan and shopping for it. I figure it's good for me too and helps support her. Platonic joint adulting!

I have come to be known as "Pups" in regards to my animals and some friends: not Mum, not Pa, but Pups. I am Head Puppin of the Mary Puppins establishment for training ourselves, each other and our pets into being our best selves. I've always kept a clutch of those younger than I in order to mentor and help along; now it's slightly more official: I do whatever I can to help my pups become the people they want to be and to feel comfortable in who they are; I teach emotional intelligence and communication skills wherever I can. I'm not a happy Pups when my pups get messed with, and those who do the messing tend to hear about it. ('Best selves' means knowing when to be an arsehole, and on the occasions that I actually get to be one, I probably enjoy it more than I ought...)

Recently there have been jokes about my being a referee, blowing a whistle and saying "foul!" or handing out yellow cards when I catch people being unkind. Looks like I may have to start wearing that Hooch hat more often.

Anyway, I'm going to get back to sleep. I conked out on the futon last night while working on my hoggywartyxmas sign-up (yup, I'm in!) and it's posted now, so I'll catch some Zs before my shopping adventure later today. (:

Hope you're all keeping well! I miss you dreadfully. What have you been up to? How are you doing? How have your hobbies been treating you?
Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

Orlando

I disappeared again. My life has been a whirlwind descent from heaven into hell but I'm giving it hell right back; I'm more settled and steady in my skin than I have ever felt before (but dear gods does that skin hurt sometimes now my body skipped 26 for 87).

Today I heard about the Orlando mass-killing hate crime while I was at the retirement party of our 29-year minister the day after our own march in the Gay Pride parade. (I was one of 17 and the most visible of our group. When I passed a man on a soap box shouting hateful things I called out to a crowd of rainbow, 'We're gay happy sinners! Ecstatic! Happy sinning, Happy Pride!' with a Xena battle cry.)

My strong-ally brother read it to me and a long-time activist. My brother stumbled over a sloppy article and read 29 as the number dead. We gasped before he could correct that it was actually 50, and then we sat in horrified silence. 50. The deadliest mass shooting in my country's history and it was a hate crime during Pride, the worst terrorist attack since 2001. Latin night at a gay club. (The club I looked up and planned to go to the next time I was near Orlando.)

I saw a post from my Young Severus Snape friend (openly and quiet-proudly bisexual) on Facebook as I was scrolling tabs. He posted the 'Helper' words from Mister Rogers:

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of disaster, I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers - so many caring people in this world.”


He continued with an understated and effective comment namelessly chiding gun control, inspiring hope in the overwhelming number of helpers to every hateful crime and thanked those who are indeed helping:

"It's scary to think that one man can choose to end so many lives, and that it takes so many more people to keep those lives that were spared with us. When you see that so many more people are willing to give than there are those willing to take however, I urge you to give that space in your mind and to keep hope. My thoughts and nondenominational prayers are with the friends and families of those who are lost and those who have chosen this time to step up and do whatever they can to help."


I'm not there to give blood and, to be perfectly honest, am in no condition to do so. Physical health's not really my calling. I try to educate toward inclusiveness and awareness; I seek to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable (as my dear Minister Emerita would say of ministry). Money is always needed--goodness knows how flawed our healthcare and citizenship programmes--but I am back to having distressingly little.

My friend also posted the link to the big Donation Page's gofundme:

Pulse Victims Fund run by Equality Florida that looks pretty legitimate.

I can't donate myself, at least not today; I will find at least something in my budget soon to give.

I know there's a history of writing festivals to raise donations after national disasters; I thought I could at least offer my writing.

Donate anything you can or want, even if it's the minimum (or even if you find the problem I have sometimes: your maximum is smaller than their minimum), and tell me what you'd like to see me write. Any idea you want done. Original, fandom; shipping, gen; any rating, any length, any setting and hell maybe even cross-overs. Tone, prompts, plotbunny--anything you want.

I have told everyone around me that this leadership-sabbatical summer of mine is for writing, reading, watching, and reconnecting. Here I go. (You can even make me read/watch something in order to write something.) These things will get done and you're unlikely to get a short drabble out of me (unless drabbles are what you want!).

There it is, then. I haven't got it in me quite yet to do up a whole community; I would gladly help anyone who'd feel the urge. I suppose I'll at least leave this post public in case people want to do honour system amongst friends.

I'll try to post again after tomorrow's vigil at one of the gay nightclubs in Providence. I have to go; I can't make most of RI Pride and I am drawn to rainbow like an elephant to booze (and I never forget that).

Until then, I hope you all are keeping safe and sound. What a day of suffering. May our departed be remembered as those brave souls lost to an act of hate, ignorance and prejudice; let it be a turning point for a future that arcs toward justice for queer/gay people (and for those of all demographics).

And may we remember them as we all do our best to survive and make positive change. May we do it with the weight of grief on our hearts but without losing our gay happy spark (for sinning) or our interwoven communities of support. (And may we have compassion for those who stay in the closet to whatever degree, because personal safety takes precedence.)

Now I'll step off from my soap box (I need it: I'm short) and catch a breath as I leave this to the other helpers.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
Halsey  || Head down muscles up.

Kiwibird Chats

I am back in my little hobbit-hole for the evening much earlier than last night.

Currently wearing my Time-Turner, which means I need to get down to business on my to-do list, which I have been careful to pack with as much fun stuff as useful.

I'll be around all evening drinking port and getting up to stuff. It's a small bottle that may or may not make it to tomorrow, the poor dear.

Now I must end this post so I can go pour my first glass of port.

Feel free to join me!