The beginning of Hermione’s friendship with Harry and Ron when they rescued her from the troll is so telling of what she found admirable about them and what she values. Hermione always has trouble in high pressure situations where she is not prepared, she tends to panic. So she was screaming and frozen in terror. But these two inexperienced 11 year-olds who knew hardly any magic at all came back for her and managed to knock out a 12-foot mountain troll— Harry was his typically unconventional, impulsive and creative self, jumping up and sticking his wand up the troll’s nostril. Ron managed to keep a clear head and remember exactly how to cast the spell that would save them.
And then Hermione goes against what seems, on the surface, to be what matters to her the most— being the perfect model student. She lied to Mcgonagall and took the blame for Harry and Ron.
It’s such an important part of Hermione as a character, as a person, that she truly believed that friendship and bravery were things to be valued beyond being the best student in school. The fact that she believed this, despite her deepest fear being failure and having an almost obsessive need to do perfectly in every exam, is very telling of what kind of person she is. She acknowledged the different types of skills Ron and Harry had and she valued them. They would not have been best friends if she hadn’t.
Also why Hermione is a Gryffindor. Also why I fucking love her.
NO OKAY SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS EPISODE.
THIS MOTHERFUCKING CARTOON ABOUT HOW ASH ADOPTS CHARMADER RUINED MY ENTIRE FUCKING CHILDHOOD
ASH AND GANG FIND THIS LITTLE GUY, SICK AND INJURED ON THIS FUCKING ROCK AFTER HEARING THIS FUCKING DOUCHEBAG TRAINER BRAGGING THAT HE ABANDONED HIS CHARMANDER BECAUSE HE WAS WEAK. AND CHARMANDER IS LOYAL AS FUCK SO HE’S WAITING AND WAITING AND HIS TRAINER THINGS THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS BECAUSE HE’S A TOTAL ASSHOLE.
DO YOU KNOW HOW A CHARMANDER’S TAIL FLAME WORKS? WELL LET ME FUCKING TELL YOU. IF HIS FLAME GOES OUT, HE FUCKING DIES.
SO ASH AND GANG RUSH TO SAVE CHARMANDER BECAUSE IT’S RAINING FUCKING HARD, AND WHEN THEY GET THERE HE’S BEING ATTACKED BY SOME SHITTY BIRD POKEMON AND HE’S STRUGGLING SO HARD TO STAY ALIVE AND HE’S HOLDING THIS LITTLE FUCKING LEAF OVER HIS TAIL FLAME WHICH IS SO SMALL AND ABOUT TO GO OUT
AND LITTLE 8 YEAR OLD ME IS JUST FUCKING HYSTERICALLY CRYING OVER THIS FUCKING CHARMANDER AND THE CRUELTY OF MAN
FUCK THIS EPISODE
I didn’t even really watch this show, it was more my little brother. But I remember this episode. I remember having similar thoughts of how fucked up it was.
Car sex just got a helluva lot easier.
two kinds of people.
you could put a dead body there and put a blanket on it and people would think they were just sleeping and it would be a great way to transport dead bodies inconspicuously.
* three kinds of people.
HOW CAN YOU EVEN HAVE A GIF THAT’S THAT SPECIFIC?
I agree, it is highly unnatural…You might even say it’s ….. “Supernatural”
You have been supernaturaled.
My steampunk Sailor Uranus (that’s Admiral Tenoh, thankyouverymuch) for Moon Crisis: A Sailor Moon Tribute Show down in Anaheim, CA!
I love the idea of doing customized/unique uniforms for each of the senshi, especially if it means I get to put Haruka in a more tailored/militaristic getup. I have designs sitting around for the rest of the senshi, but… but let’s be honest. I’m lucky I finished one design in time for this show. :P
Shoomlah if you do all the senshi in this style I might just die. Or have to throw my money at you. One or the other.
JADEITE AND NEPHRITE HAVE THEIR MANGA COLORS.
NOBODY ELSE WILL CARE ABOUT THIS.
BUT I CARE.
JADEITE WEARS BLUE.
NEPHRITE WEARS RED.
THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE.
I CARE! I CARE A LOT!
Yes!!!! This means so much to me!
Nephrite! *incoherent babbling*
Anonymous said: What's the Dagda like in your experience? I see him as sort of like Fergus from Brave.
lol Funny you should mention that character I’m fairly certain that I pinned a concept sketch for Fergus on my Dagda pinterest board. So yes I clearly see that aspect of the Dagda.
But let’s see if I can get some words out about the Dagda in my view. Certainly like all deities he is a complex force of nature that I am always finding more facets and understanding of. The first thing that I remember really connecting with on a deep level was just the overall robust joy of life that came off the page in all the myths where he appears. He enjoys the things he enjoys, food, women, fighting. It was that exuberance and comfort that I recognized as things that I strive for in my own self.
I’ve come to associate his presence with warmth, passion and red. Warm like you find when sitting next to the fireplace, or from the oven where a fresh loaf of bread is cooking. He is also the warmth felt when surrounded by the people you love. The burning clutch at your heart when one of them is hurting. The Dagda seems to have a strong connection to people. The stories we tell, the knowledge we keep striving for. I think the Good God is a deity who genuinely has an affection for humanity.
He is afterall a Chieftain God, he at one point lead his own people. Red is afterall the color of royalty. There is the story about him deciding the homes for them. It goes along with the strong feelings of stewardship that radiate from his lessons and teachings. His stories speak of hospitality. His treasures include the Cauldron of Plenty in which no one walks away unsatisfied. His pigs, one ever growing, one ever roasting. These things are items the provide, items of prosperity. His way is one of leadership, the kind of leadership that means that no one is left behind. That all are cared for. That needs are met and all is in good right order.
I have a very hard time trying to depicted the Dagda in human form. He is such an immense and changeable energy. He ranges for the exuberance of youth, to the fervor of manhood, to the wizened calm of old age. But more than that, which is why it is so hard to fit into the confines of a person. He is larger than those things, he is a roaring fire, the summer storm, lighting hitting an old oak tree, fresh tilled soil and the sweat of a hard days work. The dusty smell of old books who lend so much wisdom.The unwavering loyalty of a dog, the wild ferocity of a boar, the stubborn and yet steady good will of a boar, the graceful majesty of a stag.
I read somewhere someone hypothesizing that the Dagda was one of the older gods of the Tuatha De Dannan. They sighted that his use of the club as a weapon as opposed to a sword, could indicate that he was pre-iron age. I cannot attest to the historical validity of this but it makes sense. In may understanding of him, his core is primordial. Those instinctual urges of a life. The realities of death. It’s all there.
I don’t know if you had something more specific you were wondering about but there you go lol.
mythology meme » 1/1 epic » The Táin Bó Cúailnge
The Táin Bó Cúailnge, or the Cattle Raid of Cooley, is the central epic of the Irish Ulster Cycle. It tells of a war against Ulster, led by Queen Medb of Connacht and her husband Ailill, who intend to steal the stud bull Donn Cuailnge. The Ulstermen have been rendered helpless due to the curse of the goddess Macha, who has condemned them for nine generations to suffer debilitating pains in their times of greatest difficulty, and only the teenage Cúchulainn is capable of fighting back.
Gifted with supernatural strength and skill, Cúchulainn single-handledly takes on the armies of Connacht, devastating their ranks, but at great personal cost. Medb is ultimately forced to order a retreat, and although she succeeds in taking the bull, it dies soon after she brings it back to Connacht.
Original brush drawings by Louis le Brocquy.
Anonymous said: Are you a devotee of the Dagda?
Indeed I am. Oath-bound and utter adoring devotee. I am also a public priestess so when I have days like tomorrow planned it feels correct to offer prayers to him for others if they would like.