Can I make a podfic of Litany?
Sure! Will you link me to it when it’s done? Thanks!
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Being queer saved my life. Often we see queerness as deprivation. But when I look at my life, I saw that queerness demanded an alternative innovation from me. I had to make alternative routes; it made me curious; it made me ask, "Is this enough for me?"
— Ocean Vuong
Anonymous asked:
Are your dramione fics still posted anywhere? Would love to read them if so.
No—sorry! But I do have several Drarry stories posted, and honestly they’re a lot better and I’m a lot prouder of them.
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Sometimes a Wild God
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice makes vinegar from wine.
When the wild god arrives at the door, You will probably fear him. He reminds you of something dark That you might have dreamt, Or the secret you do not wish to be shared.
He will not ring the doorbell; Instead he scrapes with his fingers Leaving blood on the paintwork, Though primroses grow In circles round his feet.
You do not want to let him in. You are very busy. It is late, or early, and besides… You cannot look at him straight Because he makes you want to cry.
The dog barks. The wild god smiles, Holds out his hand. The dog licks his wounds And leads him inside.
The wild god stands in your kitchen. Ivy is taking over your sideboard; Mistletoe has moved into the lampshades And wrens have begun to sing An old song in the mouth of your kettle.
‘I haven’t much,’ you say And give him the worst of your food. He sits at the table, bleeding. He coughs up foxes. There are otters in his eyes.
When your wife calls down, You close the door and Tell her it’s fine. You will not let her see The strange guest at your table.
The wild god asks for whiskey And you pour a glass for him, Then a glass for yourself. Three snakes are beginning to nest In your voicebox. You cough.
Oh, limitless space. Oh, eternal mystery. Oh, endless cycles of death and birth. Oh, miracle of life. Oh, the wondrous dance of it all.
You cough again, Expectorate the snakes and Water down the whiskey, Wondering how you got so old And where your passion went.
The wild god reaches into a bag Made of moles and nightingale-skin. He pulls out a two-reeded pipe, Raises an eyebrow And all the birds begin to sing.
The fox leaps into your eyes. Otters rush from the darkness. The snakes pour through your body. Your dog howls and upstairs Your wife both exults and weeps at once.
The wild god dances with your dog. You dance with the sparrows. A white stag pulls up a stool And bellows hymns to enchantments. A pelican leaps from chair to chair.
In the distance, warriors pour from their tombs. Ancient gold grows like grass in the fields. Everyone dreams the words to long-forgotten songs. The hills echo and the grey stones ring With laughter and madness and pain.
In the middle of the dance, The house takes off from the ground. Clouds climb through the windows; Lightning pounds its fists on the table. The moon leans in through the window.
The wild god points to your side. You are bleeding heavily. You have been bleeding for a long time, Possibly since you were born. There is a bear in the wound.
‘Why did you leave me to die?’ Asks the wild god and you say: ‘I was busy surviving. The shops were all closed; I didn’t know how. I’m sorry.’
Listen to them:
The fox in your neck and The snakes in your arms and The wren and the sparrow and the deer… The great un-nameable beasts In your liver and your kidneys and your heart…
There is a symphony of howling. A cacophony of dissent. The wild god nods his head and You wake on the floor holding a knife, A bottle and a handful of black fur.
Your dog is asleep on the table. Your wife is stirring, far above. Your cheeks are wet with tears; Your mouth aches from laughter or shouting. A black bear is sitting by the fire.
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice makes vinegar from wine And brings the dead to life.
This poem brings me to tears every time.
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“When Daphne transforms into a bay tree, the moment is one of both horror and deliverance. She is no longer what she once was, but the metamorphosis frees her from the unwanted attention of Apollo. This duality of horror and emancipation sits, I think, at the core of female transformation. Within the horror genre (and arguably everywhere else), bodies read as female are always subject to pain, and to the threat of violation. Becoming something else—a tree, a freak, a monster—preempts this pain and reduces the risk of harm. It may even, if the transformation is the right one, allow you to cause harm in return.”
— “On Body Horror and the Female Body” by Julia Armfield
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H/D Erised Fic: Litany
Title: Litany Author: @thistle-verse Recipient: @alpha-exodus Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, minor Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Rating: Mature Word Count: ~7,200 Warnings/Content: Ghosts, Pandemic, Quarantine, Isolation, Grimmauld Place, chess, touch starved, Drinking, Draco Malfoy in Azkaban, guilt, lists Summary: With the wizarding world on lockdown due to a magic-draining pandemic, Harry is stuck in Grimmauld Place, bored and alone—until the ghost of Draco Malfoy shows up to haunt him. Author’s Notes: I’m really sorry to bring the pandemic into fandom, but also couldn’t help myself. So many thanks to G for the beta work, and for being such a comforting, lovely human in general. Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
I wrote a thing for @hd-erised again this year, and here it is. Endless and heartfelt thanks to all the really lovely people who left kind comments and recs, and to the best of betas and humans— @gracerene09!!
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““One of my teachers at Columbia was Joseph Brodsky, who’s a Russian poet, wonderful, amazing poet, who was exiled from the Soviet Union for being a poet. And he said look, you Americans, you are so naïve. You think evil is going to come into your houses wearing big black boots. It doesn’t come like that. Look at the language. It begins in the language.”
— Marie Howe (via heteroglossia)
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@onpyre asked if I knew any books about monster theory, and I decided to share my list with everyone. I haven’t read all of these, so please let me know if any of them is absolute crap.
- Monster Theory: Reading Culture, ed. Jeffrey Jerome Cohen (particularly his ‘Seven Theses’)
- The Monster Theory Reader, ed. Jeffrey Andrew Weinstock (great introduction to a lot of different texts and ways of approaching this kind of study, so big rec!)
- Ten Theses on Monsters and Monstrosity, Allen S. Weiss + this lecture
- The Ashgate Research Companion to Monsters and the Monstrous, ed. Asa Simon Mittman and Peter Dendle (particularly the introduction)
- Monsters, John Michael Greer
- Monsters: Evil Beings, Mythical Beasts, and All Manner of Imaginary Terrors, David D. Gilmore
- Horror and the Holy: Wisdom-Teachings of the Monster Tale, Kirk J. Schneider
- On Monsters: An Unnatural History of Our Worst Fears, Stephen T. Asma
Other related resources:
- A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origins of our Ideas of the Sublime and the Beautiful, Edmund Burke (here)
- The Uncanny, Sigmund Freud (here)
- Abnormal, Michel Foucault (here)
- Powers of Horror: Essays on Abjection, Julia Kristeva
- The Monstrous-Feminine, Barbara Creed
- Holy Monsters, Sacred Grotesques: Monstrosity and Religion in Europe and the United States, ed. Michael E. Heyes
- The Monster Show. A Cultural History of Horror, David J. Skal
- Strangers, Gods and Monsters: Interpreting Otherness, Richard Kearney
- Our Vampires, Ourselves, Nina Auerbach
- Of Giants: Sex, Monsters, And The Middle Ages, Jeffrey Jerome Cohen
- Frankenstein and the Language of Monstrosity, Fred Botting (here)
- Theses on Monsters, China Miéville (here)
I second most of these, especially Jeffrey Jerome Cohen, the Ashgate Research Companion, and Kristeva. I want to quickly add these (I’m on my phone in the dark, sorry):
Somatechnics volume 8, issue 2 (should be open access on Edinburgh university press) - this is a special monsters issue
Izaola, Amaia and Imanol Zubero. 2015. “La Cuestión Del Otro: Forasteros, Extranjeros, Extraños y Monstruos [Otherness: Outsiders, Foreigners, Strangers and Monsters].” Revista De Sociologia 100 (1): 105-129. (Spanish - I read it with google translate, heh)
McCormack, Donna. 2015. “Hopeful Monsters: A Queer Hope of Evolutionary Difference.” Somatechnics 5 (2): 154-173.
Wisker, Gina. “Gothic and Young Adult Literature: Werewolves, Vampires, Monsters, Rebellion, Broken Hearts and True Romance” in The Edinburgh Companion to Gothic and the Arts. 2018
Do also check out the monster network! It’s a recently founded research network and should come up on google
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“Fiction is a kind of compassion-generating machine that saves us from sloth. Is life kind or cruel? Yes, Literature answers. Are people good or bad? You bet, says Literature. But unlike other systems of knowing, Literature declines to eradicate one truth in favor of another; rather, it teaches us to abide with the fact that, in their own way, all things are true, and helps us, in the face of this terrifying knowledge, continually push ourselves in the direction of Open the Hell Up.”
— George Saunders (via antigonic)
Anonymous asked:
Do you allow podfics to be made of your fanfic?
Probably? I have before— @fand0mfan created an amazing podcast of one of my 00Q stories awhile back, and it was such a lovely experience/gift.
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Title: Trick or Treat Artist: Anonymous Recipient: @thistle-verse Pairing(s): Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy Rating: General Art Medium: Watercolor painting Warnings/Content: Halloween, domestic bliss, fluff, potioneer!Draco, affection, established relationships, holidays together, banter, living together Summary: It’s their fist Halloween together and Harry absolutely have to steal his boyfriend away from his cauldron (even if, yes, it does rather add to the atmosphere). Draco minds very much (no, he does not). Artist’s Notes: This is a gift for thistle_verse and I hope you’ll like it! I admit I probably had too much inspiration from this year’s Halloween. Well… Everyone loves Halloween, right? Especially in Harry’s case it’s important to fill it with happy memories. Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Margaret Atwood, The Animals in That Country; from ‘Speeches for Dr Frankenstein’
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The keys to your kingdom - meme fic rec
These memes were created for The keys to your kingdom (Drarry, 7.6k, Explicit) by @thistle-verse. Featuring:
- Draco as a Hit Wizard
- Rough bedsheets
- An empty bed in St. Mungo's
- A moment of self-discovery in the streets of Naples
- Harry Potter being a middle-aged housewife
- Several corpses
Without further ado...
Find my other meme fic recs in the tag #unleash the memes!
Um, @rockmarina made a meme rec of one of my fics!?!? And I’m dying?
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H/D Erised Fic: Every Kingdom (Explicit)
Title: Every Kingdom Author: @thistle-verse Recipient: @wolflstar Pairing(s): Harry/Draco Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~7,000 Warnings: None Content/Enticements: Medieval AU, reluctant princes, pining, UST Summary: Every kingdom needs a prince. Every prince needs a good and useful knight. Draco and Harry play their parts and renegotiate some borders while they’re at it. Author’s Notes: As ever, the best part of writing an Erised fic is getting G as a beta. So many thanks, G! Happy Holidays, wolflstar! I hope this fic is to your liking. Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Time for my annual @hd-erised fic claim. It was lovely to pinch hit for them again (bc I adore @gracerene09, @dictacontrion, and @firethesound, and bc this fest is always so great). Also, it is once again the only fanfic I wrote this year, which is kind of a downer, but that’s one of the ways grad school ruins your life, I suppose.
Many thanks to @gracerene09 for her always stellar beta work.
Cheers!
Happy New Year! May your 2020 be filled with all good things!
Thank you so much!!! May you also have the very best 2020 possible!
❤️
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“Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.”
— Paulo Coelho (via awelltraveledwoman)