Djupare diskussioner
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inging
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2 nov, 2011 19:16 |
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childhoodlight
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2 nov, 2011 19:31 |
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MayoGryffindor
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Han/hon håller med din om dina åsikter om danis åsikter. x)
Typ.. "She's buying the stairway to heaven" 2 nov, 2011 19:47 |
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dani
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Skrivet av childhoodlight: ^ Agree so much. Var bara tvungen att skriva det, haha! Dina åsikter är riktigt bra dani, diggar ditt tankesätt  Hahahaha tack! Även om jag kanske inte svarar och är aktiv i alla trådar så tycker jag väldigt mycket om att läsa det du skriver, childhoodlight! puss2 nov, 2011 21:04 |
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accioron
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Det här får vara i den här tråden nu, ok.
''BUT HOW COULD ANYONE HATE THESE CHARACTERS I mean just, let’s look at these women, right, the lives we’ve seen and the lives that they could be leading in the aftermath of the books: Fleur Delacour, whose whole narrative is wrapped up in her physical beauty until the point where she stands up and says HEY, NO IT’S NOT. Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbaxton’s champion, Fleur Delacour who stands with the Order, Fleur Delacour who loves and fights with fierce devotion. Fleur Delacour, who marries Bill Weasley anyway—and I don’t mean anyway in the sense of “even though Bill Weasley was scratched across the face,” I mean anyway in the sense of “even though Bill Weasley comes from a tight-knit, bordering-on-controlling family who spend months treating her as an interloper trying to steal their prodigal son, as though she is somehow a larger threat than the curses he breaks as part of his day job simply because she was born beautiful.” Fleur Delacour, who plants roots and settles in a country that is not her own. Fleur Delacour, who must wrestle throughout her pregnancy with the knowledge that she is more than simply human, that her husband, too, has more than just the kind of magic most wizards possess; Fleur Delacour, for whom the only name appropriate to give her daughter means victory. And certainly there’s the war connection there, we all know that, the obvious meaning writ in that choice, but nothing is ever so black and white—because it’s all the victory, isn’t it, worldwide but personal too, that this brave, brilliant, bold woman who has been saddled always with the pervasive idea that she is nothing more than what she looks like has won, has won, is free to be fully and wholly herself. And oh, her daughter will learn to be a person first, Fleur will make sure of it, and that is a victory too; one she can pick up and rock in the night, one she can watch grow, one she can teach to roll down the grassy knoll behind Shell Cottage, dress long since ruined, hair streaming out behind her and laughter bright on her tongue. How is this someone to hate? Then there’s Cho Chang, whose first love ends in murder when she’s barely old enough to fully understand either concept, who must carry the weight of that for the rest of her life, who must wake up in the night at twenty, at forty-five, at seventy with that sick memory of unexpected loss roiling in her gut. Cho Chang, whose relationship with Harry is always discussed as thought it is about Harry, when in fact it’s about a sixteen year old girl on the careening, rough edge of figuring herself out, made all the more difficult because she is grappling with the immediacy of her own mortality and the mortality of her peers. Cho Chang, who could have shut down in the face of what is, unquestionably, the kind of trauma that would immobilize most people, let alone mostteenagers, but who instead resolves to live on and then, of course, to fight. Cho Chang who is shown to be loyal to her friends, fiercely brave despite what she’s been forced to endure, but who I am constantly seeing discussed in the frame of decisions she made as a teenage girl in the grip of severe emotional distress caused by trauma that most people—of any age—never experience. Cho Chang, who exists in the HP stories largely to fulfill assorted romantic narratives for various male leads, and manages to rise above this to reveal herself as steadfast and determined and so, so strong. How is this someone to hate?'' omg but OH MY GOD BLESS THIS FOREVER AND EVER  6 nov, 2011 02:05 |
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bäst08
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6 nov, 2011 08:28 |
Borttagen
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Skrivet av bäst08: d Spamma inte, om du vill skriva något så skriv något "riktigt". 6 nov, 2011 08:47 |
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bäst08
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6 nov, 2011 08:47 |
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Hallå, sluta spamma! 6 nov, 2011 08:49 |
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Drake
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Skrivet av childhoodlight: Jag och Milanima pratade och kom fram till att vi borde ha en tråd för djupare diskussioner, där man kan analysera väldigt mycket och diskutera. Detta är inte till för just ett ämne, utan kan användas till allt. Så om man verkligen grubblar på någonting, eller känner för att diskutera kring en sak så är det bara att dra upp det här. c: Jag har verkligen tänkt på en sak... Harry, Ron och Hermiones vänskap, The Golden Trio, hur tror ni att de egentligen känner för varandra? Tror ni att det kan hända att någon känner sig utanför, liksom ensam, när hon/han ser de andra tillsammans? Och nu menar jag inte allting som händer i Deathly Hallows, utan i skolan, korridorer. För i vilket fall som helst är de ju bästa vänner alla tre, men eftersom allting skrivs ur Harrys perspektiv, hur tror ni att de andra känner sig? I början kändes det som att Ron & Hermione liksom mest bråkade om att vara med Harry. Men senare ville de nog mest vara med varandra.  6 nov, 2011 09:07 |
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