There has to be some correlation between how much homework I have, and how much I want to blog. The only homework I could do from where I am is either sketching, which I'll get to after this post (maybe), or reading for psych, and I don't have my book. Oh, fiddlesticks. I don't even know what exactly I'm going to talk about, so that's exciting.
Or maybe I'll just write a blog on Harry Potter, and why I adore it. Let's go with good old JK. (Doctor Who reference, anyone?) Growing up I was not allowed to read Harry Potter. Which I resented greatly, I have never liked being told what not to read. Books are sacred, don't limit my options. (Does that even make sense? Whatever.) I finally read all the Harry Potter books last summer, after having seen all the movies, and having read fanfiction. I was a pretty big potterhead before having read the books, and I had a cousin who would often read sections out that she found funny, and would share tons of facts and bits with me.
Then I read the books for myself. Let me just say, damn. Those books are phenomenal. The character development, plots, and funny bits all weave together and make it masterfully written. My dad was always against them because magic and witches and witchcraft is bad unless allegorical. But that's not what the books are about at all. It's not a book about witches doing witchy stuff, there books about friendship, loss, war, social injustice, love, loyalty.
Then we go to the next book. All the old friends are back, Ron, Hermione, and Harry are all closer than ever. And we keep going on to the next book, we keep needing to know what happens, we love these characters, we cry when something happens to them. The end comes, and some people die, and it breaks our hearts. These are people that we love. They may be fictional, but that does not stop it from hurting.
My favorites are Tonks, Sirius and James, Fred and George, Oliver Wood, Luna, Seamus, and McGonagall.
Tonks because she expressed herself by using bright colors. When her heart got broken, the color went out of her life (and hair), and I relate to that. Well, not having my heart broken, but on bad days, it just seems like the world is a bit less colorful. Plus, even though she's a bit clumsy, she's still a bamf.
Sirius and James (they go together in my mind- I love all the Marauders. Except Peter. He's such a rat) Because they just seem like they always have so much fun. I mean, yes, they were a bit of jerks, but they were also loyal. I'm mostly basing this off Marauders time period, so most of what I'm basing this off of is fanfiction, but I love them. Even when Sirius is older, and gets a bit emo, he manages to give Harry a bit of what it would be like to have a family.
Fred and George, because honestly, who doesn't love them? They always make me smile.
Oliver because he's so obsessed with quidditch, and it's adorable, and he and Katie Bell belong with each other. Also, the actor who plays him in the movie is Sean Biggerstaff, and if that doesn't make you chuckle, I don't know what will.
Luna because even though she's a bit odd, she's so sweet, and loyal. I actually feel like I relate to her alot to, I never really had an abundance of friends, and definitely not super good friends, and it can mean so much when you finally get some really close friends. You end up cherishing those friends, and do whatever you can to make sure they stay happy. Did I mention she's adorable? I actually want to name a daughter Alice Luna because of her. Someday off in the future.
And Seamus cause he's Irish and blows stuff up on accident, and makes me smile.
I want to be McGonagall when I grow up. If you haven't read the books, or seen the movies, you wouldn't understand, but if you have.... There's a chance you know what I'm talking about. I could prolly fill a whole blogpost about how much I love her.
My dad has said he doesn't approve of the books because of what's in them. But he's never read them, so he really doesn't know what's in them
Yes, there are spells. And potions. And ghosts. And even werewolves. But
there's so much more. There's a family, just waiting for you behind the
cover, a humongous family, based all over the world. It's not just the
Weasleys and Potters and professors waiting for you, it's also the huge
fanbase. So many hundreds of people have read this series, and it all
means something different for everyone. But it also means kind of the
same thing, too. Home.
Pick up line time!!! And of course they be HP themed!
Last thing, The Lizzie Bennet Diaries? SO GOOD. Just so fucking good. And we finally found out about Wickham, and what he's doing to hurt Lydia, and gah. So many feels. I just really love it, but simultaneously want to cry. Why do bad things have to happen to good characters? Or characters we love?