💭 don't overreact don't overreact don't overthink it don't overreact it's nothing it's fine it's nothing it's fine you don't need to warn anyone it's fine it's not an intruder, it's just a- an unknown being(?) of unidentified shape, origin, & in-depth drive, that's fine, that's fine, it's fine not knowing things, it's fun, we're having fun, it's all just fun here, they won't hurt your crew they won't hurt your crew they won't be an issue you could've solved now but didn't & now everyone's dead & now everyone's dead & it's all your fault & now everyone's dead & everyone's dead everyone's dead everyone's
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Week 14: Chapters 21-25
(Sorry for the delay!)
*As previously noted, you do not have to actually answer these like you’re in school, it’s more to get the dialogue started and to give you ideas of what to post about if you’re drawing a blank. Liveblogging is highly encouraged.
JK Rowling has a thing for red herrings: Discuss
Sometimes, Hagrid, vicious creatures are Bad.
Rita Skeeter: Discuss more
Things the movie gets wrong: DOBBY AND WINKY. I cannot explain my salt about this.
Start of chapter 22: I really love seeing them get to be actual kids; that is absolutely something two 14 year olds would do with downtime in class right before it ended. Tell me I’m wrong. (I’m not)
Do you think the house quidditch teams help or hinder inter house cooperation? I imagine Cedric has encountered Cho in quidditch as well, although it could be fifth year Hufflepuffs have some class with Ravenclaws. Share your headcanons.
Ron Asks Out His Future Sister In Law And Other Ways He Completely Embarrasses Himself: An Essay
The Yule Ball Was a Clusterf*ck: A rant on Ron and Harry being useless
Speaking of Fleur, I think I always forget how young Ron’s oldest brothers actually are. Like, as a kid, You’re Over 17, Therefore You’re Old was just a thing. So when Fleur and Bill get together later, I remember being like “but he’s OLD”
I know I already mentioned Dobby, but he is a Treasure who must be Loved and Protected.
Percy: Discuss. I feel like we really see the schism with his family growing in this book; and he’s not totally wrong. (Don’t get me wrong, he’s not right either, but I can understand his actions better)
Malfoy is still a git: an update in nothing changed
Dumbledore isn’t bad, but he isn’t grand either: Discuss
Pride Goeth Before a Fall: A Harry Potter Cautionary Tale
What kinds of foreshadowing did you see in this section?
“ it’s an asset for others to track my movements on the ship. see, the sound of this bell alerts anyone else regarding my whereabouts to help-... . . dissuade me.. from exploring where i shouldn’t… anymore . . “
Red Alert whispered, audials tucked at their rounded edges, stooped in heavy, admonished regret. He thumbs over the insistently shiny & smooth surface, the golden bell illuminating a cold glow against his snow white gloves, almost insultingly similar to the golden insignias adorning his chassis & signalling his proud head of security status he (somehow) managed to reclaim after … a certain incident.
Not without current stipulations impeding him, of course .
Red swirled within icy optic waters like the aftermath of a shark attack ripped while trapped inside an active whirlpool, refusing to match contact while he resigned himself to a long repeated explanation that, yes, indeed, the ship’s security was unstable in & of himself .
“ It’s a simple precaution, it seems. But —”
Round audial wriggling, shaped similar to that of a fluffy bear, more specifically, a fluffy polar bear stuck on a thinned splotch of ice as it had no choice but to watch the rest of its world, as it knew it, melt away & sink underneath its paws that once appeared so powerful, now starved & weak, unable to claw let alone clench .
“ My audials are some of the best in the security business . I can hear a caterpillar munching on a leaf all the way from Earth. I can hear Whirl tormenting Trailcutter into doing something stupid while under the influence of illegally obtained mixed ethanol, which I will need to go down & disrupt soon . So this little bell ringing right by me ? "
He faintly budges the bell, the soft sound barely registerable .
Red Alert grits his dentae, tar trailing from a nare before he swipes it away, bell left swinging to ring more.
“ It’s more like a Boom .
. . a successfully deterring sort of suffering . ”
“ I know him, yes, similar to how I know Everyone, whether a regular presence in my life or forever a physical anomaly when it comes to even possible conjuring, I know who he is as I know who you are .”
His optics flashed upwards, awashed with red-lined worry .
“ otherwise, i wouldn’t be answering these questions . ”
A whisper that dipped into multiple meanings, the reinstated Lost Light Security Chief’s burning gaze relinquished to their routine rhythm of staring shakily elsewhere & everywhere, trembling orbs that danced to the chronic tune of his squeaky clean, white-gloved servos.
“ For summary’s sake, I’m aware of him .”
Just like how he’s aware of how many vents Inferno usually inhales & exhales for his engines aid, always in a constant state of cleaning up smoke, how they shorten & rapid when he’s having one of his horrible nightmares made by overworked networks consistently struggling to seek the sunshine in disastrous situations, how far & fast his helm’s winged decor twitches at rest & at activation & their precise meanings to demonstrate what internal turmoil the large mech feels that he has to hide, how his pedesteps can be recognized even when their room wasn’t shared, how warm he ran when his temper was low & how quick it could steam when it wasn’t, he-
Was just another mech Red Alert felt obligated to watch over, or- for.
It was a necessity engrained in his functioning.
The Security bot had some of the best hearing in the business.
It was only natural for him to recognize the typically passable points in life. & it would only be a natural waste for him to deny it.
“ We have a history of being professional partners . ”
& nothing more .
Red Alert straightened his broad form, the mere mention of the mech’s name making him quietly worry about his whereabouts. Was he watching now? It didn’t matter if he was, but it did. Of course it did. Everything mattered when it came to Red, especially if it involved—
. . .
Professional– .. Ruin. Of course.
He squared his hefty shoulder pauldrons. Pristine digits habitually assure the golden bell was secured to his bowtie .
“ He’s a-”
A good mech that Red Alert wished, really, truly wished, would believe it himself instead of always trying to convince others.
He’d burn up one day, his shining sun.
& Red wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, other than be stuck with the torture of knowing who had played the permanent part of quickening the extinguishing of an inner flame.
He was aware of his smile. He was aware of his desire to squint his optics & shy away from staring, in fear of scarring his sight from perfection piercing them. He was also aware that he had to keep a careful watch, though, for numerous factors, all of dire importance.
One, the biggest of them all, was due to the known fact that the smile could be as smeared on as desperate paint flung across a blank canvas, covering as a salvation for Something.
Red Alert wanted to say less, that they were just mech who happened to have worked with each other in world where it was either work & suffer or suffer & die, & to tie it at that. Less is more, that’s the lecture he’s heard his whole life. There was less prying, less opportunity for vulnerability, &, with less vulnerability, less room for preventable harm. But some mech-
Some mech deserved More.
Other mech found it silly to concern themselves with the sun’s eventual explosive demise, they would always have superior technological means of saving themselves than the humans had, that was for sure. It was appreciated warmth, & a worry for later .
But Red Alert was terrified.
He felt bad for the sun.
& that scared him.
Because he knew, as much as others could save & be saved themselves, it was doomed from the start .
" i think quizzes are nothing but gift-wrapped ways for the government to collect all your self-identifying secrets & use them against you & everyone always falls for it because pride is the priority sin that dips its manicured fingers into every pot . "
would 100% get a big fat Zero on the Wife Rater Test if he took it .
My next reading time of every day is my Noon Reads. And writing time. This is an hour in the day when I step away from my desk and sit elsewhere. I'll walk the dog do some yoga stretches and pull the kinks out of my back and shoulders and neck and hamstrings. Have a little lunch and then sit comfortably, fresh coffee in hand, with my noon reading. I'll write in essays and notes and ideas. This is a time when I'll either read bits of several things or a whole book through the week for an hour a day. A little extra on the weekends if need be or break open something new. For January reading I have a variety of reviews, lit magazines, poetry, current events, and even simply a little life and home. #readalot #januaryreads #january #january2020 #amreading #reading https://www.instagram.com/p/B7oLNjfA_dX/?igshid=1b6f64ws12vso
