ok I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this but I keep thinking about the story of Jack and the Beanstalk and how the best character in the whole story is only briefly mentioned. We’re given such limited amount of information about the guy that sells Jack the beans. essentially:
- This guy has access to MAGIC BEANS
- He either has NO USE for MAGIC BEANS or so many of them that he can just dispose of them
- He really badly wants a cow
Why is the whole story not about this guy
There is a whole musical about this guy.
For some reason, the pic post of the bigger Khoshehk sketch is going around again… and I’m getting a lot of asks about him. He’s still not for sale, sorry. The kittens still aren’t for sale either, as Commonplace Books still prohibits fan merchandise sales. They’re giveaway only.
However, I will give away one of my last remaining kittens. This one is a really stunning translucent green resin with blue pearl powder, which gives it the appearance similar to labradorite. He had an unfortunate accident where I dropped him right on his little head and broke one of his horns, but it has been securely superglued and he’s in good spirits (not biting or hissing anymore).
Anyway, for a chance to win him, just reblog this post from the source (so I can see your response without having to go to your blog) and tell me what you would name him.
I’ll pick a winner on 4/1. I’m not sure if it’ll be random or if I’ll pick based on names I like; I guess it’ll depend on what kind of day it is.
It’s a she, and I would call her Tabitha-Ruth.
Hogwarts’ darker side: Hufflepuff
Don’t ever underestimate a Hufflepuff.
We all do at some point. Gryffindors think of them as helpers, tagging along cleaning up their messes. Slytherins consider them far beneath them; simple, unskilled and without cunning or stealth. Ravenclaws watch them and they think, we are smarter than them; true intelligence requires no work.
In truth, we have forgotten what it means to be a Hufflepuff.
They are kind. And they use their kindness cruelly. Their deeds of kindness are all similar: we are all one, let us forget our differences and work together.
You think it strange I should mention this? But Reza Shafiq, a Gryffindor and fellow colleague at the Ministry of Magic had much to say on the subject of Hufflepuffs - all of them working in the ministry:
They use their kindness conveniently. You cross their beliefs, they will look at you pityingly and tell you that all humans are alike. You tell them there are people who have suffered because of someone’s actions in the past and they ask you to put the past behind you - we are all humans, they say, we all bleed the same blood and everyone makes mistakes.
They will recite cliche after cliche, these Hufflepuff diplomats and liasons with the muggle Ministry. They will dig their heels into the ground and in the mean time, the muggle government would have agreed to deport all your people and they would not have raised a finger. There could be carnage in the streets, and yet they would sit comfortably in their ministry reciting cliches about equality and accommodation. Theirs is the violence of silence and kindness.
They are hardworking and they are loyal. Claudius Pyrites always insisted, much to the displeasure of Slytherins, that if he ever headed a department in the Ministry, he’d rather surround himself with Hufflepuffs than Slytherins or Ravenclaws. Slip them the right lie, the right version of the truth and they are yours, he’d say. They toil and work hard, they are loyal and give them a dark aim they believe in and how will you pry it from their hands? They fight as badgers do, going straight for the weakest point. They work hard. They seek out answers. They stay loyal.
They work hard, they uncover the worst of the spells because loyalty and hardwork does not equate to being good. They will be so loyal that naught can stop them until they are dead, wand still in their hand, loyalties still writ large in their mind and warm on their lips.
And people would scoff, but Claudius would simply smile politely at them and refuse to eat his words. For he knew this: Hufflepuff is loyal- and that can be so much worse.
Ask a Ravenclaw why a Hufflepuff should be feared and most will smile. There is no need to fear a house of badgers, they will tell you, for we have grown incurious with time. But a true Ravenclaw knows. They will tell you that Hufflepuffs, above all else are patient. Take what is theirs and they will smile politely, return home and wait like the earth they spring from.
Ravenclaws forget. Out of sight, out of mind. A slight once committed is long forgotten. Old grievances are soon forgotten in the pursuit of new knowledge. We are as fickle and flighty as the air we belong to. Hufflepuffs do not forget. They do not let go. They are children of the earth.
And like the earth, they will have their due, long after you have forgotten what the original slight was. Their anger burns slowly, refining them and purifying them from within until they are strong; so strong, consumed by their hatred.
They will return when you least expect it, armed to kill - and they will kill, because these are Hufflepuffs and they are tenacious and hardworking and they would have closed off every avenue of escape before cornering you. They serve revenge cold; cold as the icy wastes of the Antarctic.
You call them cast-offs, but remember this, they mix fierce loyalty with intelligence, cunning and bravery. And that perhaps is the most potent mix of all.
Read your stories of old once more. Remember cunning Tamora, Queen of the Goths, loyal to her family and her tribe till the very end. Remember wise Gudrun, loyal to her brothers and cousins, against all odds. Remember brave Medea, whose greatest failing and greatest strength was misplaced loyalty.
Remember the blood they poured out without a thought, to revenge the wrongs worked upon them and their people. Remember what happened to the people who crossed them and their kind. Remember how they schemed and butchered and slaughtered and overturned a kingdom. Remember how they brought down empires - one person against so many, with nothing but revenge on their minds and determination in their hearts.
Remember like a Hufflepuff and you will know why they are dangerous.
[Pics: 1, 2, 3, 4. Claudius Pyrites’ observations on Hufflepuffs is a paraphrase of a drabble submitted by essayofthoughts, reproduced here word for word. Thanks to notyourexrotic, becauseforoncethisisme and the two anons who also sent in their thoughts on Hufflepuff.]
Well, this almost moves me entirely from Ravenclaw to Hufflepuff (generally my second choice house).
Bras we have known.
The last one is soo damn true
Hahaha I’m crying
lawd, lawd, lawd
I think I have… four of these?
The saddest thing is when the workhorse inevitably turns into Sir Pokes-a-lot but you keep wearing it because it was the best bra.
I made him a little kitty snow fort and I think he likes it as much as I do
the world’s countries can be arranged to form a giant chicken. i think you know what this means for your argument.
Christmas is over. Time to take down the decorations.
From now on, every time someone says that they can’t see/feel any chemistry between Abbie and Ichabod, I’m going to automatically take that to mean, “I’m only saying that because I wish I were Abbie.”
That’s the only logical explanation.
Because who would not want to be Abbie? (Other than the people who want to be Jenny.)