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Okay I realized I was so consumed with making sure anon knew

Mark Seibert wird das Phantom spielen

That I never answered the other part of the question. So here is my Vienna revival cast speculation/hopes

To be honest, I have not really kept up with German language musical theatre these past few years, at least not like I used to, so there's probably some obvious candidates I'm missing. So this is my list that is heavily skewed towards people who have been in Schikaneder or in Phantom before (in different roles or as understudies). Also some of these people are probably booked with other projects.

Christine: I've said for a while I thought Milica Jovanović would be a great choice. Not sure it will happen this time around though. But I'm fairly certain that Lillian Maandag will get a shot at the role in some capacity. Just a gut feeling especially because I anticipate a lot of the Rebecca cast auditioning and being cast in Phantom at the same theatre. Would be cool to see her sisters Annemarijn (who played the role in Oberhausen) or Willemijn Maandag getting a chance too. And I know Mercedesz Csampai is very busy with lots of projects but I still want her to return to the role of Christine.

Phantom: As we've established, Mark Seibert will play the Phantom. But I'm pretty sure there will be an alternate/standby/double casting situation. I think Thomas Borchert would like to return to the role based on social media. It's probably going to be someone who played Krolock tbh. I think I would like Robert David Marx to be an understudy Phantom because he took some cool photos of the Dance of the Vampires cast and I listened to his voice and liked it. Other names that frequently get thrown around like Jan Amman could be cool. I would not be shocked if Lucius Wolter is a Phantom cover, he was a Raoul understudy in Essen (appearing in the infamous Uwe Kröger video).

Raoul: I liked Florian Peters in Schikaneder and Mozart, plus he's engaged to Lillian, so it would be cute to see them together. I also like James Park as an option based on what I've heard and his past roles. I wonder if we'll see Oedo Kuipers return as principal Raoul. And I hope Toby Joch is in the cast, he was legendary on social media and I liked him as Raoul on audio.

Carlotta: I am a big fan of former Christines returning as Carlotta, so maybe Colleen Besett? I also am thinking of Katja Reichert. Karin Seyfried played Meg in the original Vienna production and has since played more legit musical theatre singing roles like Jellyorum in Cats, it would be cool to see her as Carlotta or Giry.

Managers: Thorsten Tinney, Hardy Rudolz, Martin Pasching, Armin Kahl?

Madame Giry: I really really want Eva Maria Bender to return to the show. Ana Milva Gomes or Silke Braas-Wolter or Shari Lynn Stewen or Maya Hakvoort if she decides to break away from Elisabeth concerts.

Meg Giry: Myrthes Monteiro! She was a ballerina in the original Brazilian production and is now based in Germany.

Piangi: Reinwald Kranner? Raymond Sepe returning? Chris Georgetti surprise return? That one is wishful thinking, I think VBW is less likely to cast random Americans that Stage Entertainment and also as much as I'd love to see some Broadway cast members in the show again, I think it's pretty unlikely we see that happen.

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pink in the night P.1

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pairing: hufflepuffmuggleborn!reader x draco

summary: when y/n y/l/n starts having weird, recurring dreams about her long time unrequited crush in her 6th year, she begins to wonder where fantasies end and reality begins. 

(based on a request from anon asking for a fic about a hufflepuff reader, who had been average in hogwarts before she had a big glow up. i took many, many creative liberties with the plot, as you can clearly see in the summary).

warnings: canon-typical violence, mature language, nsfw content. read at your own risk!

a/n: so change of plans! i’m cutting part 1 in like..thirds. because it’s getting too fucking long. here’s part 1! apologies for how drawn out and slow part 1 is

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here’s a playlist i made for this lol 

enjoy x 

They never told her about the muggleborn summers. 

Y/N had friends. It wasn’t like she didn’t have friends–at Hogwarts, at least. Terry Boot, Susan Bones, and Hannah Abbott consumed most of her waking hours back at school. She would hide out in the library with Terry when she felt an inclination to study, or frequent Honeydukes with Susan and Hannah when she was sick of hearing her token Ravenclaw friend prattle on about the chemical components of Firewhiskey or the cellular decomposition process of fermenting flubberworms. 

In short, she was happy at school, even if she knew that she was technically the lowest rung on the totem pole of Hogwarts popularity and importance. As a Hufflepuff, she was largely excluded in the fierce house rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. As someone who never had a class with the famous Harry Potter and his crew, she completely missed out on the DA debacle in 5th year and only heard about the wild adventures of his group through the grapevine (and, occasionally, when things got buckwild: through the Daily Prophet). And, of course, as a muggleborn, she was hardly considered worth attention to anyone pureblood who knew about her blood status. 

Essentially, Y/N was more than aware of how little she participated in the Hogwarts student body. But she liked her world, small and quaint, just the way it was. She was not going to complain about the lack of excitement in her world.

But where her life at Hogwarts was cozy and contained, her life at home felt suffocating and constricting. It was tolerable over the winter holidays, as she managed to catch up with her extended family and exchange gifts with her loved ones, but the summer months were slow-moving and torturous. When she was younger, she was able to send out letters to her old friends by using a service called “Post-an-Owl”, utilizing her owl to drop her letter off at the muggle postal boxes to avoid any unnecessary confusion that would be sparked by her muggle friends seeing a giant bird delivering their mail. But now that technology was developing, her friends all communicated through ICQ, a new instant messaging service. Without any access to the World Wide Web, Y/N was, for lack of a better term, fucked. She had no idea how her friends were doing over the school year. 

Her friends had split apart, too, heading off to different 6th forms and preparing for university. Y/N was having trouble explaining her “international” boarding school fumbling for post-secondary education plans, listing a few random made-up schools in the States to satisfy the prying questions she received from them last summer. As she rode back home on the Hogwarts Express, all she could think about was how lonely she’d be until September 1st.

~

The days were blurring together, just like they always did when she was home. Lucille, Iris, and Dasha had spent the first few weeks unavailable as they winded down from GCSEs and generally planning, so Y/N had been left to her own devices. She drank tea, read her bookshelf, spent time with her parents, and tried hard to not think about her wand that was tucked away in her bottom dresser drawer. 

No one ever told her about how difficult it was to live without magic after you had spent the last 9 months basically surrounded by charms, hexes, and curses that permeated the very walls of her school. At home, the air was flat and quiet. There was nothing to spark her magic, nothing to give her an outlet for the storm brewing inside of her. 

At night, she fidgeted, looking down at her hands and wondering if it was only a matter of time until she had an accidental outburst like she so often did as a child. She imagined what it would be this time—maybe setting her precious bookcase on fire, or perhaps transfiguring the fly humming about her lamp into an eagle. 

Thankfully, nothing happened. Nothing ever did. Y/N was controlled, patient, and reserved. She had never benefited from losing control, taking risks, or acting on a whim like Harry Potter and the rest of his friends so often did. So, whenever she felt waves of energy rise up in her core, she’d take a breath, remember that she was effectively a muggle for the next few months, and relax. 

Lucille came to see her in the depths of July.

“You grew your hair out,” her oldest friend observed. They were sitting on her bed, waiting for their toenails to dry as they watched the clouds move by the window. 

“Do you think it suits me?” asked Y/N. “I just never got around to cutting it over the school year.”

Lucille hummed, reaching out to tug at her locks. A quick few pulls and twists later, and Lucille frowned, deep in thought. “It looks good, of course. But I think if you cut it right here…”

Still holding her hair up, Lucille carefully maneuvered herself so she was no longer blocking the eyeline between her and the mirror hanging up on the wall. Her hands precariously held the long locks of Y/N’s hair so they barely kissed her collarbone. A few strands escaped, spilling over her shoulder and sullying the image, but Y/N could see what she meant. “If you cut it this short, it would look really cool. In my opinion. You could maybe even add a little face framing in there.”

“Wow,” exclaimed Y/N. “You’re right. How did you know?”

“I just have an eye for that sort of thing.” Lucille let her hair fall back to its usual place, and Y/N found herself missing the lengthening effect that the shorter cut gave her neck. “My mum’s a hairdresser, you know. She would be happy to give your hair a little trim.”

“That’s very kind of her,” said Y/N, knowing that she would never take her up on the offer. Lucille’s mother worked at a fancy spa in London, one that her family wouldn’t dream of going to. She remembered seeing the prices once while she was waiting with her mother to pick up Lucille for a movie. Some services were hundreds of pounds. Hundreds to just cut the hair on her head? She shuddered to think about asking her family to shell out that much for, in Lucille’s words, “just a trim”.

“Really,” pressed Lucille, threading her fingers through Y/N’s hair yet again. “You’re a friend of mine. She’s just bought new hair shears and is raring to try them out.”

“I would love to, but I can’t ask my parents to pay her! And I’m saving up for the school year.”

Lucille shook her head, smiling. “No, silly. For free! I’ll give your landline a call after I talk to her and let you know what works for her.”

“I couldn’t possibly—”

“Yes you can!” Her friend was grinning now. “I hardly ever get to see you. And, to be entirely honest, you could use a little makeover montage.”

She bristled.

“I’m not saying you look bad,” clarified Lucille. “But you’re so pretty! You’ve grown up quite a bit and I think it’s time for you to unlock the REAL young adult Y/N. That is, if you feel like you haven’t ready. Do you have any interest in make-up or hair styling or anything?”

“Some,” said Y/N, though she wasn’t entirely sure what to say. In the Wizarding World, women and girls rarely wore any makeup. Instead, they used Glamours to charm their skin clear, their hair silky, and their legs hairless. She’d tried out a few, letting Susan go wild on her for the Yule Ball, but all the Glamours were so obvious, leaving a slight pearly sheen on her hair or her skin that she strongly associated with Pansy Parkinson, whose skin regularly resembled a muggle glow stick after her no doubt extensive morning routine. And the vibrant colors that she saw so often in magical beauty didn’t quite suit her. “I just don’t really know where to start, to be honest.” The idea of discovering her real, grown-up self was tempting but daunting. 

“Natural look, I’m assuming?”

“Yes,” said Y/N quickly. 

Lucille nodded, surveying her face with a surgical precision that made Y/N squirm. “Perfect. I’ll give you a call.”

~

A week and a few enthusiastic scissor chops later, Y/N was sitting on the floor of Lucille’s room as Lucille applied her makeup while Dasha and Iris gave a couple “ooh”s and “aah”s as needed.

“You have really nice bone structure,” said Iris from her position on Lucille’s bed. “You’ve really grown up since we all hung out last.”

“You all have too,” replied Y/N, trying not to flinch as a brush rubbed against her under eyes. “Tell me what’s been going on with you all! I’m so sorry I’m not able to message on ICQ.”

“It’s so fucking weird that your school doesn’t allow you to use the internet,” said Dasha. “Do you even know what’s happened between Iris and Justin?”

“What?!” Y/N stiffened. “Iris!”

The girl in question flopped onto the bedspread and moaned. “Shut up! I can’t keep talking about this anymore! It’s harrowing.”

“He cheated on her with Anne from Chemistry,” Dasha stage-whispered. “It was a whole ordeal.”

“Oh, god—”

“All done,” interrupted Lucille. “Did you see how I did your eyeliner?”

Y/N bobbed her head once, allowing herself to be turned towards the mirror to see her makeup. 

“What do you think?” Lucille asked.

She was stunned. It was like someone completely different was looking back at her, with wide, shimmering eyes and full lashes. Her skin was even and glowing, her lips slightly darkened. And, best of all, it didn’t look unnatural or forced. 

“It looks like me, but better,” admitted Y/N. The gentle hand used in applying the eyeliner made her eyes appear bigger in a way that her Glamours could never achieve. Her hair, shorter and shiny against her healthy looking skin, completed it. 

“I know, right!” Lucille exclaimed. “Do you want to go shopping? I used mostly drugstore stuff on you, so it’ll be cheap to do it yourself.”

~

By the time Y/N was packing up for Hogwarts, she was no longer feeling hopeless and lost. Yes, she was nearly vibrating from the excitement of using magic again, but she was centered this time. Along with taking her shopping to buy her makeup, Y/N had gone on a few shopping trips with the rest of her friends to get new clothes. Before Lucille had helped her with her hair and her makeup, she only paid attention to the robes she wore, slipping on anything she had on hand to wear underneath her yellow trimmed Hufflepuff school robes. On weekends, it was denim and a faded T-shirt or an old sweater if things were chilly. But Dasha and Iris were so excited to talk about the new muggle fashions, she couldn’t possibly deny a trip to the mall. 

Now, as she packed up her trunk, she found herself marvelling over the additions to her wardrobe. The new pieces she had found fit the new image of Y/N perfectly—the grown-up Y/N who was no longer an awkward 13 year old. 

Though the summer before her 6th year had occasionally been lonely and isolating, Y/N had discovered herself.

“You look different,” aptly observed Terry as she joined him in their train compartment. 

“It’s the hair,” said Susan, nodding towards Y/N. 

“It’s the clothes,” added Hannah. She reached out and tugged at the cuffed sleeve of Y/N’s button-up. 

“Maybe it’s Maybelline,” said Justin, the only other muggleborn Hufflepuff she knew, rolling his eyes. “Do we have nothing better to talk about?”

Eager to move on from the different way her male peers were looking at her, Y/N nodded. “Please. I can’t have everyone knowing my secrets.”

“I know what we can talk about,” said Susan, leaning forward so she could lower her voice. “Have you all heard about Malfoy?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Who? Draco?” she said, oh so nonchalantly. 

“You don’t get the Prophet, do you?” asked Terry.

“No, I don’t.”

“Daddy Malfoy just got thrown into Azkaban,” said Justin, though he hardly seemed interested. “His trial was all anyone talked about over the summer. The Wizengamot came to a decision in the second week of August.”

Y/N tried not to feel too offended by the way he implied that she was stupid and informed. It was Justin, after all. He was always a bit of a pretentious tosser. “Oh! God, that’s awful.”

“Is it?” asked Terry, raising a brow. 

“I mean,” she fumbled, “Awful for Drac—Malfoy. That must suck to have his father thrown into prison. Azkaban, no less.” She was pretty sure her cheeks were tomato red at this point.

Terry shrugged. “Y/N, I don’t know. Luna told me that his father nearly killed her.”

“Merlin.” Y/N gulped. “Do any of you…have any extra copies of the Prophet? I can’t believe I haven’t read about this.”

Justin dug around in his satchel, finally producing a crumpled up ball. “This is the paper from the day he was sentenced.”

Y/N took it from him, gently pulling apart the pages until a wrinkled version of the Prophet lay in front of her. She took out her want and cast a quick flattening spell, watching a current iron out any remaining folds. 

Draco Malfoy’s face stared right back at her. He was on the front page, pictured with his mother. His mouth was fixed into a scowl and his eyes were blank as he stared into the camera, his face lighting up with flashes as other cameras scrambled to get a picture of the Malfoy heir and his mother. Behind him, Narcissa stood with her hand poised on Draco’s shoulder, one deep line appearing in her forehead.

Draco blinked once, a breeze briefly rising to tussle his hair. Then the photo repeated.

“What do you think?” Hannah asked, leaning over to read the article along with Y/N.

“Oh, very, er, wild,” said Y/N, hoping it wasn’t obvious that she’d just spent the past minute staring at the picture of Draco Malfoy loop over and over again. “I just can’t believe this is the world now.”

Hannah nodded solemnly. “I know!” 

She put the newspaper in her bag. Thankfully, Justin didn’t ask for it back. She was planning on digesting it later, in the privacy of her dorm room where she could stare at Draco without the prying eyes of her friends and the judgemental sniffs of Justin. “Thanks for the paper, Justin.”

He grunted in response. 

Someone rapped on the compartment glass.

“Ugh, Theo,” groaned Susan, though she plastered a smile on her face as the figure outside pushed open the door.

“Hey,” he said, propping his arm on the doorframe and grinning at her. His dark green tie flapped in the brief puff of air that accompanied the sliding of the door.

“Hey.” Susan swallowed.

Y/N felt like she was missing something. Had something happened between her and Nott? Is that why she was calling the Slytherin Theo now?

“I like your sweater,” Nott offered, his eyes flicking down to her chest in a way that was not very PG-13 rated. 

Susan blushed madly. “Er—thanks. I like yours.”

He wasn’t wearing a sweater, but he was wearing a shit-eating grin, and that was only growing. “Come sit with us?”

“In the Slytherin section?”

Nott shrugged, and the way she saw his muscles tense underneath his button-up made Y/N understand where Susan was coming from a bit more. “If you’d like.” He shifted his gaze, catching Y/N’s eyes. “Are you new?”

Terry snorted.

“No,” said Y/N, her mouth twisting into a frown. 

“Forgive me,” said Nott in response, holding his hands up in a surrender. “I’m proper shit at remembering faces.”

“I’ll go sit with you,” interrupted Susan, sitting upwards and gathering her things in a haphazard fashion that seemed rather uncharacteristic. Nott smirked and held the door open for her, whispering something into her ear as she brushed past him. 

“Did something happen between them?” asked Y/N once the door had shut and the pair was on their way to the Slytherin car.

Her friends shifted uncomfortably. Terry seemed like he was avoiding eye contact while Hannah picked at her cuticles. Justin was reading a book that he’d brought, clearly not participating. 

“Well…” Terry rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Oh!” Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken once again. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“She really wanted to,” explained Hannah, and her expression was open and genuine. “But when she owled me and Terry about Theo, she said that she wasn’t sure how to tell you. Since you’re muggleborn and he’s…well, he’s in that crowd. She was worried you’d be hurt.”

Y/N felt the briefest flicker of betrayal, but she supposed she understood where Susan was coming from. “Is he good to her?”

Terry shrugged. “I think so? They’re not official or anything. They just met at a pureblood function over the summer and apparently hit it off. He seems alright, actually.”

“That’s great!” said Y/N, though her mind was reeling. On one hand, she was slightly stung by the fact that her friend didn’t bother to tell her. She also felt keenly aware of the fact that his reputation of bigoted behavior towards people like her was not enough for her to turn him down. But on the other…She gulped. There was something thrilling about having a mutual connection with Draco. It was stupid, really. Nothing would ever come of it. But after 6 years, there was finally some weak merit behind her daydreams of meeting Draco and having an enlightening conversation at some party or gathering. 

But that was completely nuts. It’s not like he’d go to a Hufflepuff party. It’s not like she’d go to a Slytherin party either, no matter how desperately she wanted to satisfy that particular curiosity of hers. 

“If you see her before me, please tell her that I don’t mind,” added Y/N. The relief was visible on the faces of her friends. “I’m just sad she felt like she couldn’t tell me sooner. I’d understand, you know.”

Terry and Hannah sent her grateful smiles. 

After another hour or so of chatter and banter, they finally arrived. Y/N had long since donned her robes, pulling the black fabric with golden trim and tightening her Hufflepuff tie until she was satisfied with her appearance. There was something so satisfying about the way that her hair brushed her collar, its length lending it bounce and volume that had otherwise been absent. 

“Not to sound weird or anything,” said Hannah to her as they filed into the Great Hall, “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look better at a Sorting Ceremony. Merlin, Y/N, you’re just glowing.”

She grinned back. She felt like she was glowing. 

But as they continued down the aisle, making their way towards the Hufflepuff table, Y/N began to feel a bit uncomfortable with how many people were looking at her. When she’d walk by a section of students, some would do double takes, gaping at her as she walked past. 

It made her nervous. 

“Is there something in my hair? Or on my face?” she whispered to Hannah.

Hannah smiled. “I don’t know what happened to you over the summer, but you just look different now. More yourself, or something. They’re probably just wondering who you are.”

“Only took them 6 years.” 

They slid onto the benches, readying themselves for the upcoming feast. As her friends began to joke and giggle around her, Y/N was sure of one thing: even if the rest of the student body was acting weird, at least she had them. 

~

“...and after Potions I have Divination, Runes, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.” Y/N caught her breath after reciting her schedule, pacing the room she shared with Susan.

“All N.E.W.T level?” asked the roommate in question. 

“Yeah,” said Y/N. “I didn’t manage to get an O in Herbology, and Sprout told me that it’d be better for me to focus on my strengths.”

“Brutal,” replied Susan. “So we only have Potions together?” 

“I think so.” Y/N held up the parchment containing her schedule so it was lined up with Susan’s, confirming that their timetables were different. “Why are you taking N.E.W.T level Arithmancy? Do you hate yourself?”

Susan snorted. “I could say the same for you and Divination.”

“At least Divination is just ‘tell me what these tea leaves resemble’ and ‘explain how you can use palm lines to determine how likely it is that my cousin’s stubbed toe will heal in time for the next backyard Quidditch match.’ I don’t have to calculate the magnitude of the magical core of Saturn or whatever.”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“Whatever you say.” Y/N tossed her schedule on her new desk, shoving her trunk under her bed and surveying the room. “I guess that’s all I have to do tonight. I actually quite like our dorm this year. It’s more spacious than the last one.”

Susan hummed, but her eyes seemed far away.

“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked.

“Are you mad at me about Theo?” she finally asked.

Y/N blinked. “No. Not really. A little hurt that you didn’t tell me, but I guess I understand why.”

“I wanted to tell you so badly,” gushed Susan, seemingly checking back into the present. “I’m so sorry. I know I should have now, but I wanted to do it in person, and I know that your parents are weird about you going into the magical world over summer.”

“It’s alright,” said Y/N, and though there was a twinge of pain, she mostly meant it. “Is he nice? I never imagined that a Slytherin from that group would be.”

Susan nodded. “You’d be surprised. He’s actually really sweet.”

She went on about Nott and the precise details of their meeting and the conception of their situationship, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if this meant she could finally tell her best friend the secret that had been weighing on her since 4th year.

“Susan?” she asked, after her roommate had tired herself out having gone over the exact softness of Nott’s hair thrice. 

“Yeah?” Susan sat up, cocking her head. 

“I…” Y/N swallowed. She could feel her throat bob. “Well…”

“What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“No,” said Y/N quickly. “I just…If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone? Like, when I say anyone, I mean even Terry and Hannah. No one can know.”

“You’re scaring me, Y/N,” said Susan. “But of course. It’ll be just between the two of us.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” Susan offered her an outstretched pinky finger and wiggled her eyebrows. “Now spit it out.”

“IhaveacrushonDracoMalfoy,” she mumbled.

Susan stilled. Her eyes widened a fraction. 

“And it’s really not that big of a deal,” Y/N added on, scrambling. “Like, it’s not like I have a lot of feelings for him or anything. I don’t even like him that much. It’s not even a crush, really. I just find him really, er, interesting. And I know it’s literally a pipe dream because he’s Draco Malfoy and I’m a muggleborn Hufflepuff but I’ve just been sitting on this for a long time now and I had to tell someone. So I can get over it, of course. Because he’s totally awful and not an option at all.”

The corner of Susan’s lip quirked. Y/N felt her heart lurch, sure that her friend was about to ridicule her for being so delusional that she managed to develop feelings for Malfoy. 

“Like I said,” she said, desperate to salvage the conversation, “It’s nothing important. Barely there, even, I’d wager. I don’t even know him. It’s silly, really. I don’t know why I told you this.”

“That does make sense,” mused Susan. 

“What?”

“I said, that makes sense,” repeated Susan, and Y/N was relieved to see that she didn’t appear angry. “Considering how you talk about him. How long?”

“Um…”

“How long?!”

“Since…well, since 4th year,” said Y/N, wishing their window was large enough for her to open it and pitch herself off the side of the castle. 

Susan’s eyebrows shot up. “Y/N! And you never told me?”

“I’m embarrassed by it,” Y/N admitted. “It’s a little masochistic, don’t you think? Local loser falls for the school bully?”

“Has he ever bullied you?”

“We’ve never even spoken,” said Y/N, quietly. 

“Oh.” Susan chewed on her bottom lip. “That does complicate things. Have you ever had a class together or something?”

“Not since 4th year,” she said. “I guess our schedules just didn’t line up.”

“So why do you like him?”

And Y/N told her.

December 25th, 1994

Y/N teetered on her heels as Terry spun her yet again, sweeping her off her feet and making her erupt into a fit of laughter. 

“You don’t need to do that,” she whispered into his ear between giggles. Terry really didn’t—the Bulgarian waltz only required the leading partner to turn with their partner, not pick them up off the ground and swing them about. 

Terry just grinned loosely down at her, his hand casually rested on her waist. His face was pinker than usual, probably because of the copious amount of Firewhiskey he’d managed to nab off of the upperclassmen. 

The two separated, in accordance with the waltz steps, turning around to face the dancer behind them.Y/N readied herself to do a simple waltz sequence around the room, but her confidence immediately wavered when she saw who was standing in front of her.

Draco Malfoy’s blond head dipped as he bowed, extending a hand. She curtsied, but her heart was thudding so hard that she was surprised that she didn’t trip and fall. It was probably from the exercise. Yes, she had just been sweating all over Terry as he picked her up and threw her about in the air. It had nothing to do with the pair of silver eyes trained on her.

He didn’t recognize her. He couldn’t have, not when he placed his hand on her waist and allowed her to take his hand without a single flinch. Malfoys were notorious for their blood prejudices. He probably thought that she was a half-blood Hufflepuff, like the near entirety of the Hogwarts student population. Muggleborns were rare, rarer than members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Unless he had known of her before, he had no reason to assume she was one. 

As they waltzed across the dance floor, Y/N allowed herself to appreciate the way that they moved together. Where Terry was occasionally klutzy and uncoordinated, Malfoy floated, guiding them across the floor with a practiced ease that was undoubtedly the result of years of a proper Pureblood upbringing. He was warm and solid against her, and she could feel the chill of his signet ring permeating the thin fabric of her gown.

She let herself look at his face when they returned to their original places. His gaze was fixed on something over her shoulder, but the effect was all the same.

Fuck thought Y/N as she stared at him. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She knew this feeling. 

They separated, and Y/N yanked her eyes from his, finding Terry’s arms and attempting to forget all about what she’d just felt. But it became hard for her to deny when she noticed how often her eyes left her own date to look for that telling blonde head of hair. She drank in every sight of him like a woman parched, hoping to memorize the way that his lithe form looked in his formal black dressing robes, the way that his starchy white collar accentuated his sharp jawline. 

He was perfect. And she was fucked.

September 1st, 1996

“You danced with him once and decided you were going to have his babies?” said Susan, one eyebrow arched.

“Ew.” Y/N smacked her roommate with her pillow. “Gross. And it was a really good dance! We were a good partnership.”

“And you know this because you took one trip across the ballroom, doing one of the easiest dance steps known to man? With a pureblood who could probably waltz his shoes tied together?” 

Y/N turned even redder. “Hey! I can’t help it. He’s just…You know?”

“Unfortunately, I do know,” Susan conceded. “Theo makes me feel that way too.”

“Speaking of Nott—I mean, Theo—” Y/N paused, wondering if it was too early and weird for her to ask. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you spend any time with Draco when you’re with the Slytherins? What’s he like?”

Thankfully, Susan didn’t seem like she was going to tease her for her hopeless antics. She frowned, tilting her head. “He’s…quiet. Very quiet. Maybe it’s just because I’m there. He probably has some bloodline curse prohibiting him from chatting up a Hufflepuff or something—no offense.”

“None taken,” said Y/N. “I meant it when I said that I knew this was all a pipe dream. Do you think…I dunno, this is stupid.”

“In dark times like these, we should all treasure the questions from hopeless crushes a little more. If we can’t allow ourselves this, then what else do we have?”

Y/N smiled gratefully. “I know you say he’s quiet. But from what you’ve seen, do you think we’d get along?”

Susan opened her mouth before closing it.

“I mean, apart from the fact that I’m a muggleborn and a Hufflepuff,” Y/N hastily added. “Just, like, our personalities.”

“Oh,” said Susan, appearing relieved. “Like I said, I don’t know all that much about him or his personality. When I see the Slytherins, he normally just adds a few sarcastic comments here and there.”

“Hm.” Y/N tried not to think too hard about whether or not they were compatible based off of the one singular detail Susan had gleaned from her interactions with him.

“I can ask Theo, you know,” said Susan. “I can be really sly about it. He wouldn’t know it was you. I’ll just ask him what Draco’s type is or something.”

“I don’t think Theo even knows who I am,” said Y/N. “I don’t think any of them know who I am, either.”

“That’s probably for the better,” said Susan. “Theo has been good about it, but I think that you’re better off without them knowing about another muggleborn at Hogwarts. You see how they treat Granger.”

Y/N hummed in agreement. 

“I’ll ask,” Susan said, her tone final. “And I’ll be so sneaky about it. It’ll never get back to you. But…”

“But?”

Susan shifted. “You’ve seen him with Parkinson, right?” 

“Yes.” Y/N didn’t mean to sound so sharp. 

“I’m just saying this because I love you, Y/N,” said Susan. “I want you to be prepared in case Theo tells me that they’re together. For all we know, they could have an engagement arranged after they graduate.”

Y/N felt positively ill. “I know. I’m okay with it. I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s never going to happen. I just kind of want to know. If you come back and tell me that you think he’s completely incompatible with me then I’ll feel better about forgetting all about it.”

“That’s smart,” responded Susan, looking thoughtful. “But I’m sorry if it doesn’t work out. You deserve the best, you know.”

She let her roommate pull her into a hug. She could tell that another apology was on the tip of her friend’s tongue: perhaps a more eloquently worded, “I’m sorry you were born a muggleborn.” Y/N didn’t mind being muggleborn, but in that moment, she would’ve given anything in the world to have magical lineage. 

~

Y/N’s nails bit into the flesh of her palms as she wound about the dungeon corridors. She had spent every year prior heading to Snape’s room for Potions and gotten so accustomed to walking to the same classroom that she never bothered to explore more of the dungeons. She hated the way that everything was so dank, dripping, and dark. 

She also hated the way that she was going to be late to her first Potions class. Because she couldn’t find the classroom, like a bloody first-year. 

THIS is not a good look for me she thought as she finally caught sight of a door propped open with students inside. I’m letting down all the muggleborns. 

Her shoes clicked on the stone floor as she entered, prompting Slughorn to pause his lecturing to turn and regard her.

“Miss…” He frowned, plucking a small piece of parchment from the table.

“Y/L/N, sir,” she answered. Her cheeks grew hot as she felt the weight of the entire class’s eyes on her. 

“Ah, I see,” said Slughorn, nodding. “Miss Bones told me you were coming. Lost your way?”

“Yes,” she replied, catching Susan’s eye. “Forgive me, Professor. I don’t spend much time down here.”

Slughorn awarded her with a smile that was clearly forced. “No matter. Take a seat. We’re reviewing the general structure of an antidote.”

Y/N scanned the room. There was one empty seat next to Susan and Nott, thank Merlin. Y/N had never felt more grateful. Then she realized who was sitting with them and her heart ceased to beat.

“Y/N,” greeted Susan as she set her things down on the ground and sat down. “Have you met Theo?”

Nott grinned wolfishly at her from across the table, dimples appearing in his golden skin. Y/N could see why Susan was drawn to him. “Hi, Y/N. I met you on the train, didn’t I?”

“Hi,” she said shyly. “I think so.” She wasn’t sure if her voice was going to work properly if she said any more. 

“And have you met Malfoy?” Nott gestured towards the boy sitting next to him, levitating a quill and looking profoundly uninterested.

Y/N sent a kick to Susan’s shin under the table. “No. I, er, don’t think I have.”

Draco looked up from his quill for a second and their eyes locked. Her heart thudded like it was suddenly full of lead. He raised his hand in a half-hearted wave, fingers loose. Then he looked back down, twirling the quill around said long fingers. He obviously didn’t care. Y/N swallowed. He was wearing a Malfoy signet ring on his pointer finger, a silver metal that captured the light in the room and accentuated the elegant slope of his skin. He had hands that looked like they could belong to a Michelangelo sculpture and he didn’t care about her at all.

She felt like she was going to puke.

“Malfoy, this is Y/N,” said Nott, and she felt like she wanted to immediately melt into a puddle and die. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

Malfoy didn’t even bother introducing himself, but he looked at her again. This time, it felt like he was reevaluating her. His gaze lingered, only snapping to attention once Slughorn began to lecture once again.

And thus was Y/N’s first interaction with Malfoy in two years.

“Merlin, Susan,” grumbled Y/N as they sat together at lunch, huddled together and attempting to quell their first day blues with the soup in front of them. “That was disastrous.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” soothed Susan. She’d been hearing Y/N moan about her interaction with Malfoy all day. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t say anything to him,” replied Y/N, grieving over her bowl. “All I did was sit there and stare at his hands. Do you think he noticed?”

“I don’t,” Susan told her. Her hand came up to touch Y/N’s back. “I don’t mean to take the wind out of your sails, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to you.”

“I know,” said Y/N, and upon hearing how loudly she’d snapped it, immediately lowered her voice. “That’s the real kicker. Now I know, I guess. He’s got no interest in me. It’s a lost cause. I’m over it, damn it all—”

“Apologies for interrupting,” said a smooth voice from behind her. Y/N froze. She knew who this was.

“Theo!” said Susan, spinning around and beaming up at her Slytherin “it’s complicated”-friend. He returned the smile with equal affection, reaching out to press a thumb into the dimple in her left cheek. “Why’re you here?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he said to Susan before turning to face Y/N. “And you, too, Y/N. If you’d like.”

Y/N had a feeling she would not like it.

“Surely you’ve heard about our fun little get togethers,” said Nott. The slant of his mouth had morphed from adoration to slyness, and it made Y/N want to squirm in her seat (though she would not give any Slytherin the satisfaction of letting him see that). 

“A little,” Susan deadpanned. It was an understatement. Slytherin parties were legendary. Even more mythic were the invites—it was near impossible to get into one without being a Slytherin already.

“Well, I’d love to see you there,” said Nott. “Both of you there. Y/N, it’s been a pity that I hardly know you.”

Something inside Y/N froze. Did he know? Did any of them know that she was a muggleborn? Susan seemed to be undergoing the same thought process as emotions flickered across her face. 

But despite all of her reservations, Y/N knew one thing: Susan, as a pureblood and a witch who was hopelessly infatuated with Theodore Nott, was going to be going to this party whether she was allowed or not.

“She’d love to go,” said Y/N. Nott’s eyebrows shot up while Susan kicked her under the table once.

“I’m thrilled,” he said, awarding her yet another dazzling smile. “And you, Y/N? Will I be getting to see you there as well?”

“No, I couldn’t—”

“Why? Do you have plans?” 

“Well, no—”

“So come,” Nott insisted. 

“I’m really not sure—”

“About what?”

If you want someone like me there she thought, but she decided not to share it. “You don’t know me like you know Susan. There’s no need to invite me.”

“Forget Susan,” said Nott, waving his hand. Susan theatrically gasped. “I’m inviting you. It’s a mere coincidence that I ran into both of you whilst distributing invitations.”

Here, Y/N was beginning to feel confused. Nott didn’t know her. There was no reason for him to offer her an invitation to one of the most exclusive parties in recent Hogwarts history. 

He cocked his head as he regarded her with startling attention. “I’ll assume that I’ll see you this Friday. I’ll send you both invites. No one else knows, yeah?”

Susan nodded, but Y/N sat frozen. 

“Why did he invite me?” she asked Susan once Nott had disappeared back into the ranks of the Slytherin table.

“I have no clue,” whispered Susan back. “But maybe it would be a good thing to do.”

“He’s going to be there.”

“He is.”

Y/N gulped. “Do you think this is all a cruel joke?” 

Susan frowned, but shook her head. “No. Theo’s not like that. He’s a bit of a tosser sometimes, but not like that.”

The week stretched on. Slughorn gave them unofficial official assigned seats, and Y/N found herself trying her very best not to stare at the group member across from her. She and Draco had had no further interactions beyond him asking for the beetroot powder and her trying to quell her blush as she said, “uh, yeah” and handed it to him.

As Friday drew closer, anticipation for her new evening plans grew. She was worried, of course, worried about the implications of the invite—not to mention the actual events that would transpire when she attended. But a part of her wondered, just barely, if Draco had been the one to insist that Nott invite her the day he approached her at lunch. There’s no reason that Nott would talk to her otherwise. Right? It couldn’t be a coincidence that that happened on the day that she sat with him in Potions.

She was aware that she was going completely nutters, of course. It wasn’t as if she was proud of her train of thought. Deep down, Y/N knew all of her speculation was bordering on insanity. But what was a teenage girl without a little lunacy?

~

“Does my liner look straight?” asked Y/N, pressing her face into Susan’s and blinking dramatically.

“It looks perfect,” said Susan. “Just like the rest of you. Where did this dress come from? I’ve never seen you in it before.”

Y/N grinned. She was wearing one of her summer wardrobe splurges—a black silk slip dress that ended a bit above her knees. The enchanted tights on her legs added a witchy element, golden vines twinkling intermittently around a sheer black background. She’d let Susan talk her into wearing a delicate gold necklace with a badger pendant, short enough that it only reached her chest right under her collarbones.

When she’d caught the reflection of herself in the mirror, she was shocked by what she saw. The black in her waterline made her eyes pop. In short, she looked…pretty. Beautiful, even.

“Like I said,” Susan said from behind her, looking into the mirror with her, “Perfect. Do you think we can go now? I’m getting nervous about finding the dungeons.”

“Sure.”

Y/N was sure she was physically trembling by the time that they found the entrance to the Slytherin common room. It didn’t help that the dungeons were cold and damp. The exposed skin on her neck, shoulders, and chest were desperately paying the price. 

“I wish I had brought a sweater,” complained Y/N as they prepared to knock on the door. 

“That would be social suicide,” said Susan flatly before rapping three times. Y/N snorted. Yeah. Merlin forbid someone in the dungeons was actually comfortable. 

The door swung open to reveal Gregory Goyle, a sneer fitted onto his face as he glared down at the two Hufflepuffs. “Invites?”

Susan reached into her pockets and pulled out two rich forest green envelopes. Goyle plucked them out of her fingers with no excess civility, giving her a suspicious look as he ripped the envelopes open and examined their contents. Once he was satisfied, he gave a grunt that Y/N supposed was intended to be approval, given that he moved out of the entrance to make room for them to fit through.

The only light came from the walls, where dark green lights had been attached to the walls, omitting a sort of slimy glow to the room. Some students were dancing in the middle to whatever music was on—Y/N couldn’t recognize it, but she supposed it was wizarding party music—while others were clustered in groups around the walls, talking animatedly with their friends. A table was set up near the fireplace with a collection of bottles strewn about with cups. She recognized the Firewhiskey labels from her spot across the room, but the rest was difficult to discern.

“Y/N! Suz!” The voice came from the armchairs by the windows. Y/N whipped sound to see Theo sitting perched on a thick leather couch, waving enthusiastically in their direction.

“Let’s go!” said Y/N, tugging on Susan’s sleeve, Her friend appeared frozen in place.

“I can’t believe he likes me,” said Susan. “Look at him. He’s gorgeous.”

“And so are you!” Y/N replied, shaking her shoulders. “And he’s waiting for us!”

She pulled Susan over to the windows. Theo, Zabini, Parkinson, and Greengrass all sat, a few tumblers scattered on the table. 

“Who’s this?” asked Parkinson sourly, giving Y/N and Susan a very obvious once-over, 

“Susan, the prettiest girl in our year,” said Theo, and Y/N swore she saw Susan ascend. 

Parkinson snorted. “Oh. Yeah. Sure. And the other one?” Y/N, too, was curious to hear his answer.

“My potions savior,” said Theo, grinning. “Y/N. She gave me sophrous powder when no one else would.”

Y/N blinked. Huh? 

“I didn’t take you for a philanthropist,” said Zabini. His fingers pressed into the high arches of his cheekbones as he rested his face in his hand, regarding Y/N and Susan with a practiced disinterest. 

And thus concluded their entrance into the Slytherin dorms. Theo ushered both of them onto the couches before disappearing with the promise to return with drinks, which he did, promptly. They tasted like a fireplace, Y/N thought, as she sat, nursed her drink, and wondered where Draco could possibly be. Thanks to Susan, she was given a chance to hang out with his friends. Just her luck that the one time she was invited, he wasn’t even there.

“Where’s Draco?” asked Parkinson. The momentary gratitude that arose in Y/N was immediately squelched by the sick feeling of jealousy. Why did Parkinson care? Were they together?

Theo rolled his eyes and pretended to stretch, using the opportunity to drape an arm over Susan’s shoulder in a gesture that was comically obvious. “You know how he is. I asked him if he was coming and he got all bitchy, saying something about how he’s got too much this weekend and can’t be bothered with THAT kind of stuff anymore.” Theo’s voice morphed into a caricature of Draco’s snotty drawl near the end, and it made even Y/N giggle.

“First time I’ve made you laugh, ever,” Theo pointed out. His eyes were boring into hers. “Is that what I need to do to get you to like me more? More unbearable Draco impressions?”

“Maybe,” Y/N said through laughs. She couldn’t remember why she’d hated Theodore Nott for so long. Looking back on it, she couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten on her nerves or cheered as other Slytherins insulted the muggleborns. He was just friends with the people who did, which Y/N supposed was just as bad, but it certainly didn’t always seem like it. 

When Theo pulled Susan up to dance, Y/N became keenly aware of the fact that she had no one else at the party beyond the scowling Slytherins sitting around her. 

“So,” said Zabini awkwardly, clearing his throat. “Y/N, did you say?”

She took another sip of her drink. She’d already taken too many sips out of nervousness, and now it was almost gone. And she didn’t know how strong it was. “Yeah. Zabini, right?”

“Yeah.” 

They stared at each other for another few seconds.

“I love your mother’s work,” she offered. “8 husbands in one decade? That has to be a sort of record.”

“It is, actually,” said Zabini, sitting up straighter. “It used to be 5. She beat the last witch by quite a margin.”

“Impressive,” Y/N said, and she wasn’t lying.

“Have you always gone to Hogwarts?” asked Greengrass, a slightly dreamy look in her eyes.

“Yes,” said Y/N, “But I normally keep to myself. I’m mostly friends with Hufflepuffs, you see.”

“I’m surprised I’ve never heard of you before.” Parkinson was looking at her like a big cat about to pounce. 

Y/N swallowed. It wasn’t like she had much of a relationship to salvage with any of the Slytherins in the room. She could leave, and Theo would take care of Susan. It wouldn’t hurt to come clean, right? She’d read somewhere that admitting to something before you were caught made you seem more powerful. 

She decided to go for it.

“Yeah. That’s probably because I’m a muggleborn.”

The group went silent. Horror filled their faces as the realization dawned on them.

Then Parkinson laughed, a cruel, biting sort of laugh. “How’d you get an invite?” 

“I didn’t, not really,” said Y/N. “It’s just because of Susan.”

“So Bones is a blood traitor?” said Greengrass, her dreamy look wiped off and replaced with a sneer. “Isn’t this rich? I swear, are there any of us left? We’re dropping like flies. Does Theo know about this?”

The thought seemed to disturb Parkinson enough to spring into action. 

“Theo!” she screeched, reaching a hand up to wave wildly in the direction of the couple, The blood red nail polish on her fingers looked black under the green lights. “Come here! This instant!”

Y/N was just about to flee, when—

“Shut up, you stupid bint,” said a low, drawling voice behind her. Y/N froze. She knew that voice. Was she so drunk that she was imagining Draco Malfoy’s voice?

The weight on the couch shifted next to her as someone sat down. She wouldn’t look—couldn’t look, she was too terrified—but the way the green light reflected off the pale hair of the person beside her told her enough.

How had literally everything gone to shit in less than a minute?

“Draco!” cooed Parkinson. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I thought I’d drop in to say hullo,” Draco said, crossing one dragonhide clad foot over the opposite knee. HIs raised thigh nearly brushed hers, and Y/N felt her heart lurch into her throat. “What did I miss?”

Draco Malfoy was sitting next to her. Draco Malfoy was almost touching her. Draco Malfoy was talking more than he ever had in front of her. Draco Malfoy was definitely not even slightly paying attention to her.

“...and I was just telling this mudblood here to get out,” finished Parkinson. Y/N hadn’t heard the beginning, she was so lost in thought.

And apparently Draco Malfoy knew she was a muggleborn now.  

“Oh,” was all he said, swirling a cup around in his hands. “So I haven’t missed much.”

It was so casual, so uninterested. Y/N was sure she was about to die of embarrassment, but she was frozen in her spot, so the act of spontaneously shuffling off the mortal coil was perhaps a tall order for her when she couldn’t even manage a blink.

“Do you need help finding the door?” said Parkinson, now addressing Y/N with a saccharine sweet voice. “Or do you think you can manage?”

Y/N found herself on her feet all of a sudden, vile words on her tongue and a prominent fantasy in her mind that included decking Parkinson. The sudden movement thawed her petrification, but she was still struggling to come up with a retort. 

Y/N eyes met Parkinson’s, and suddenly she heard herself talking. “You’re not very good at putting eyeliner on. Your lids are too oily for the charm.” And honest to god, Y/N was right. Parkinson had used the classic eyeliner charm that every witch knew, and it had since transferred onto the middle of her lid. 

Then she chucked her Firewhiskey cup at Parkinson’s head with as much strength as she could muster and ran for her life. 

~

It was late. Y/N didn’t know where she was, or how she had gotten so lost in the dungeons. 

“Is anyone there?”

The voice echoed in the corridor behind her. It sounded like a student,  most likely a male 6th year prefect. She shivered. It was past curfew—way past curfew. If a prefect caught her, she’d be fucked. She needed to run to make sure she wouldn’t be given detention, but she was so lost. And her feet felt glued to the floor in a way that didn’t seem reasonable. 

The footsteps approaching her rounded the corner. It seemed peculiar to Y/N—the voice had sounded much further away. But there was no reason dwelling upon that when she could be thinking about how to talk herself out of a detention. 

“Oh. It’s you.”

When she turned around to face the person speaking, she saw Draco. He was standing in the middle of the hall with his hands shoved into the pockets of his Quidditch robes. Why was he wearing Quidditch robes? It was late at—Y/N checked her catch, and was startled to see that the face was completely empty. She also didn’t know how she had gotten here. What was going on? Why was Draco Malfoy patrolling the halls in his Quidditch robes? He hadn’t played since last year.

“Why are you wearing your Quidditch robes?” asked Y/N, frowning and tilting her head. “I didn’t think you were playing this year.”

Draco gave her a weird look. “Why would I be wearing—oh.” He looked down at himself and pulled at the fabric draped over his shoulders, his scowl deepening. “I’m—not sure.”

Not that Y/N was complaining. Draco in his normal apparel was drop dead handsome, but there was something about how he looked clad in the forest green swaths of Slytherin’s uniform with his last name displayed on his back. She’d always taken extra time to admire him from the Quidditch stands during games. 

“This is a dream, you know,” said Draco. And once he said that, it became clear that everything around her but him was fuzzy and distorted, with inaccurate proportions that seemed improbable.

Something was shaking at her shoulder, too.

“Y/N.”

It echoed, but it didn’t come from Draco’s mouth.

“I think someone’s calling you,” said Draco, motioning behind her with his chin. “You should go.”

“Y/N!” 

Susan’s face appeared in front of her, bathed in the sunlight that was currently spilling into their dorm room through the windows. Draco slowly faded from her vision.

“Wake up!”

Y/N groaned, rolling over. She became keenly aware of the fact that she was in fact lying down, not standing in the Slytherin dungeons. As she came to, the memories floated back to her—meeting Theo’s friends, seeing Draco, throwing her drink in Pansy’s face, running back to her dorm and making it in record time—none of which involving a run in with Draco beyond the common room.

“Oh god,” murmured Y/N.

“You’re a legend, dude,” said Susan. “That drink throw was all anyone could talk about. You hit her right in the face, you know, from across the table and after drinking an entire cup of Firewhiskey.”

“She’s going to try and kill me,” moaned Y/N, rolling onto her back and hiding her face. “She’s gonna kill me dead.”

“I’m really sorry, though,” said Susan with a bit more earnestness. “I shouldn’t have left you alone with them. I got carried away. Theo invited me to go dance with him, and then we just started talking, and—”

“Please don’t apologize,” said Y/N. “I’m really happy you got to have that moment with him. I’m sorry I kind of ruined last night.”

“Eh.” Susan shrugged. “I think most people thought it was funny. Apart from Parkinson and Greengrass, of course. I think they’re a bit more peeved.”

“Well, it’s not like I see them much,” said Y/N. “They know I’m a muggleborn now, though.”

“Does Draco?”

“Yeah.”

“Aw, Y/N.” Susan reached out to brush her hair off of her forehead. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to tell them on your own terms.”

“I actually did, I think,” said Y/N, the events of the previous night slowly clarifying in front of her. “Granted, I was a bit drunk, but I decided to just get it on the table.”

“Oh. Wow. Do you…Was it…Are you happy that you did?”

“Yeah, honestly.” Y/N finally pushed her covers away and sat up. As much as she adored Susan, sometimes it was clear that her best friend didn’t understand what it was like to be anything but pureblooded. “I was sick of dancing around it. I just wanted to own it, you know? I didn’t want to constantly worry that one of them might find out. I don’t want them to think I’m ashamed of my blood status.”

“That’s…I never thought about it like that,” said Susan, thoughtfully. “Then I’m happy for you, Y/N. That’s really strong of you.”

“Thanks. Do you think Parkinson is going to target me now?”

“I’m not sure,” replied Susan. “I think she’s spending most of her energy nowadays trying to get Malfoy’s attention.”

Y/N chose to believe her friend as she got up to get ready for breakfast, letting her thoughts wander beyond Pansy Parkinson and to her dream last night instead.

When she was younger, she used to be able to lucid dream, spending every night going on adventures of her own volition and flying about the world without the aid of a plane or a broom. School stress had made it difficult to dream consciously, so that had long since fallen to the wayside. 

But it was so fun to lucid dream. She’d forgotten how nice it was to have a practice world to herself all night where she could do anything she wanted without any consequences. 

Now that she thought about it, she was devastated at the way she’d squandered the opportunity to snog Draco Malfoy senseless in her dream. Granted, it wouldn’t really be Draco Malfoy—it would be her mind’s version of Draco Malfoy—but it would be better than nothing. It had been too long since she’d had a good snog session. So long, in fact, that she was willing to resort to making out with her crush in her dreams if that was all the action she was going to get.

She could have kissed him, or confessed, or at the very least touched his hair or felt the firmness of his chest underneath his Quidditch robes. And his Quidditch robes, too—her subconscious was generous indeed. 

At that moment, Y/N promised herself that if she ever met Draco in a dream again, she was going to jump him. 

~

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the cheers that rang throughout the Great Hall when she entered that morning, still bleary-eyed with sleep and uncoordinated.

“Is that her?” she heard someone whisper, and suddenly the entire Gryffindor table was erupting in whoops and hollers and clapping.

“Merlin, Susan,” gasped Y/N as she watched the 6th year Gryffindors cheering and pointing at her. “What’s going on?”

“I told you,” said Susan, a gleam in her eye, “You’re an icon. It looks like word got out that you were the girl who threw the drink.”

“What’s your name?” asked a Gryffindor boy that smelled faintly of smoke as they walked past.

“Um—Y/N Y/L/N—”

“Y/N Y/L/N WAS THE WITCH WHO DECKED PARKINSON,” he bellowed. The cheering grew even louder, this time with the addition of her name being sung, and Y/N felt herself blush. 

“I wouldn’t say decked—”

“Just take the praise,” said Susan, reaching for her sleeve and yanking her forward. 

“Why are they so excited about this? I feel like this is hardly the first time Parkinson’s gotten into a scuffle.”

Susan shrugged. “I think Gryffindor has some sort of special grudge against Parkinson. I think most of the people at that table would’ve killed to do what you did. But they don’t get invites to Slytherin parties where they’re close enough to hit their mark.”

“This honestly can’t be good,” said Y/N, staring at the porridge in her bowl once they were seated. “Remember how I was planning to spend my time at Hogwarts, and I quote, ‘under the radar’? This isn’t that.”

“I don’t know what radar is. I just nodded when you told me that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You better hope that you never have to survive in the Muggle world.”

Their conversation morphed into one of chatter and casual gossip. Thankfully, the Gryffindor table had slowly calmed down and Y/N was finally able to eat in peace. Susan had to dash in time to meet Theo at Hogsmeade, so Y/N was left alone with her thoughts as she finished up her food.

Now that she was awake and her dream was behind her, one question lingered: what did Draco think of what happened? Was he impressed that she wasn’t just the standard Hufflepuff archetype? Was he angry at her for Pansy’s sake? Did he even care?

He probably didn’t. He likely didn’t even remember her name, even if he was in the Great Hall while the Gryffindors were chanting it. Merlin knew that he had never referred to her directly. Speaking of which…She frowned, poking the last remnants of her porridge around the bowl. Was he in the Great Hall? Had he seen the Gryffindor fiasco?

Her seat at the Hufflepuff table only faced the Ravenclaw table and the wall. The Slytherin table was right behind her, so even though she hadn’t seen him coming in, it would only be just a quick turn to check…

Under the pretense of stretching, Y/N swiveled about in her seat, planning to scan up and down the aisle as briefly as possible to see if Draco was there. What she wasn’t expecting was Draco sitting right behind her, already staring.

Their eyes locked with an intensity that felt like a gong had been struck within her. Y/N shut her eyes and whipped around, shoving her things back into her satchel and rising to leave.

~

…imperfections in the ball, if dropped or cracked, can lead to disastrous results. Instances like these are rare, but should the crystal be damaged, the user ought to immediately consult a professional to check for lingering magical effects…

Y/N frowned. She had no idea what to say after that line. Were “lingering magical effects” all Trelawney mentioned? And what was she supposed to recommend beyond, “Find someone else who can fix it”? 

She collapsed onto her essay, allowing herself a moment to grieve. She’d been rewriting the same page of her Divination essay for at least half an hour and had made what felt like no progress.

Forcing herself to sit up again, she resolved to finish it again. If she had to go back to her dorm and get her notes, then she would—

A fluttering next to her made her jump. Her notes had just appeared next to her on the library table, but when she reached out to open them, they jerked away. She tried again, and just like before, it scurried away from her grip.

“The fuck?” Y/N muttered as she stood up to get more leverage. Oh, oops. She shouldn’t be talking so loudly in the library at…She checked her watch. Once again, the face was empty.

“This is a dream,” she realized aloud.

“Yes,” said a voice next to her. She jumped, turning to see Draco sitting beside her, his own notes splayed out across the table. “This isn’t real.”

“Are you sure?” asked Y/N, praying that he wasn’t just toying with her.

“Yes,” said Draco again, though his voice was distant. 

Y/N thought about that for a moment. The clocks weren’t working. She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up in the library. No matter what she wrote down on her scroll, she had to start over from the beginning. The outlines of the stacks were wavering in the background. 

Yup, definitely dreaming. And lucid, and sitting next to Draco Malfoy. So she had to make good on her promise.

She casually straightened her legs, holding eye contact with Draco when he looked up as she drew close enough to sit on the armrest of his chair. As always, his features were schooled into a mask of disinterest, but she saw the slight widening of his eyes as she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. It was soft, softer than she had imagined.

And then she kissed him. 

He was oddly stiff and surprised, like he wasn’t expecting it—which was weird, because he was from her head and he should have known, considering how often she thought about doing this to him. 

Draco pulled away, giving her an odd look.

“Er…”

“This is a dream,” she repeated. 

“Right,” he said, though his eyes were unfocused. “A dream.”

His pupils were blown so wide they made his eyes appear almost black. Y/N found herself wondering how he was so clear in contrast to everything else in her dream, every detail of his body accurate to how she’d remembered in real life and not the slightest bit disfigured. She was so busy puzzling over how real the dream felt that she barely noticed his own hand reaching up to touch her cheek, touching the skin and dragging the fingertip down. Once it reached her jaw, it was replaced with his full palm, warm and soft against her skin as it crept behind her neck and tugged her face down to his.

This time, it was he who kissed her. His lips were a pleasant heat against her own as he tilted his head. She let her own lips part, and he accidentally bumped her teeth.

“Merlin, sorry,” he said, breaking away and letting out a breathy laugh that vibrated in his chest. 

“That’s okay,” she said, smiling but drawing closer once again. She attempted to maneuver herself off of the armrest and onto his lap but teetered on her way down; in response, his hands came up to dig into her waist and steady her. 

“I think your rings are really hot,” she said once she was firmly on top of him, not even thinking to be embarrassed. This wasn’t Draco. This was Imaginary Draco. Who gave a fuck what he thought?

“Yeah?” he teased, the corner of his mouth turning slightly upwards. 

She gasped as something ice cold brushed against her thigh. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing her usual tights and skirt under her robes. She wasn’t even wearing robes; instead, she was dressed the way she was for the party on Friday. 

His fingers danced across the insides of her thighs once again, the coolness of his rings a stark contrast to the steadily rising temperature of her skin.

“You’re burning,” he said as he continued to stroke the swath of skin under her dress. She shifted her weight forward to catch his mouth with hers again. This time, when his tongue brushed the seam of her lips, it felt natural to part them and kiss him deeper. It felt like he was devouring her, from the way his fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh to the way his other hand wound into her hair at the nape of her neck, holding her there.

She’d forgotten how loud it was to snog someone like your life depended on it. She’d also forgotten just how good it felt, and considering how much enthusiasm Dream Draco was bringing to the table, it appeared that her version of him had, too. 

Perhaps she’d take up lucid dreaming as a hobby like muggles did. This was more than enough motivation.

Draco’s hand had migrated from her thigh to her ribcage, the fabric straining against it as he explored the newly discovered skin. He tasted like toothpaste, like he’d just brushed his teeth, and their kisses had long since turned sloppy, long finished with the pretense of uniformity and cohesion as they drank each other in

And just when he was kissing down the column of her neck, he began to seem farther away, fading in her eyesight as the beeping sound from her alarm began to slip into the dream. She didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye as she awoke.

She spent the entirety of Sunday locked away in her dorm, wondering how she was going to face him on Monday morning. Thankfully, her Divination paper kept her more than occupied. The more she wrote, the more she was convinced that all Seers were just faking it. All of this was so ludicrous.

That night, she didn’t dream of Draco, despite the amount that she’d thought of him (read: a lot). Instead, she dreamt of crystal balls and flying Firewhiskey cups.

final a/n: next part coming really soon. let me know your thoughts! 

[schattenkino-der-postmotten]

SCHATTENKINO FÜR POSTMOTTEN

Alexander Wilson, Aesthesis and Perceptronium: On the Entanglement of Sensation, Cognition, and Matter, University of Minnesota Press

Anil Bhatti, Dorothee Kimmich, Albrecht Koschorke, Rudolf Schlögl, Jürgen Wertheimer, Ähnlichkeit, Internationales Archiv für Sozialgeschichte der deutschen Literatur

Arthur Kroker, Body Drift: Butler, Hayles, Haraway, University of Minnesota Press

Augusto Monterroso, Das Schwarze Schaf und andere Fabeln

Bernd Flessner, Nach dem Menschen: Der Mythos einer zweiten Schöpfung und das Entstehen einer posthumanen Kultur, Rombach

Bruce Clarke, Gaian Systems: Lynn Margulis, Neocybernetics, and the End of the Anthropocene, University of Minnesota Press

Bruce Clarke, Neocybernetics and Narrative, University of Minnesota Press

Carsten Strathausen, Bioaesthetics: Making Sense of Life in Science and the Arts, University of Minnesota Press

Cary Wolfe, What Is Posthumanism?, University of Minnesota Press

Catherine Bell, Performing Animality

Constance Classen, Worlds of Sense: Exploring the Senses in History and Across Cultures, Routledge

Cora Diamond, Fleisch essen und Menschen essen

Daniel S. Traber, Whiteness, Otherness and the Individualism Paradox From Huck to Punk, Palgrave Macmillan

David Cecchetto, Humanesis: Sound and Technological Posthumanism, University of Minnesota Press

David Farrier, Anthropocene Poetics: Deep Time, Sacrifice Zones, and Extinction, University of Minnesota Press

David Wills, Inanimation: Theories of Inorganic Life, University of Minnesota Press

David Wills, Dorsality: Thinking Back Through Technology and Politics, University of Minnesota Press

David Wood, Thinking Plant Animal Human: Encounters With Communities of Difference, University of Minnesota Press

Davide Tarizzo, Life: A Modern Invention, University of Minnesota Press

Debashish Banerji, Makarand R. Paranjape, Critical Posthumanism and Planetary Futures, Springer

Diana Walsh Pasulka, Michael Bess, Posthumanism: An Introductory Handbook, Macmillan

Dominic Pettman, Creaturely Love: How Desire Makes Us More and Less Than Human, University of Minnesota Press

Dominic Pettman, Human Error: Species-Being and Media Machines, University of Minnesota Press

Donna J. Haraway, Die Neuerfindung der Natur: Primaten, Cyborgs und Frauen, Campus-Verlag

Donna J. Haraway, When Species Meet, University of Minnesota Press

Donna J. Haraway, Cary Wolfe, Manifestly Haraway, University of Minnesota Press

Drew Ayers, Spectacular Posthumanism: The Digital Vernacular of Visual Effects, Bloomsbury Academic

Edwina Ashton, Steve Baker, The Salon of Becoming-Animal, New York University and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology

Élisabeth Fontenay, Without Offending Humans, University of Minnesota Press

Elizabeth Grosz, Animal Sex: Libido as Desire and Death, Routledge

Erik Hannerz, Performing Punk, Palgrave Macmillan

Erika Cudworth, Stephen Hobden, The Emancipatory Project of Posthumanism, Routledge

Ernst Kapp, Elements of a Philosophy of Technology: On the Evolutionary History of Culture, University of Minnesota Press

Francesca Ferrando, Philosophical Posthumanism, Bloomsbury Publishing

Gilbert Simondon, Individuation in Light of Notions of Form and Information, University of Minnesota Press

Gilles Deleuze, Felix Guattari, Tausend Plateaus. Kapitalismus und Schizophrenie, Merve Verlag

Giovnni Aloi, Deleuzian

Glemens-Garl Härle, Karten zu Tausend Plateaus, Merve Verlag

Ian Bogost, Alien Phenomenology, Or, What It's Like to Be a Thing, University of Minnesota Press

Ilya Prigogine, Isabelle Stengers, Order Out of Chaos: Man's New Dialogue With Nature, Bantam New Age Books

Indra Sinha, Menschentier, Edition Büchergilde

Isabelle Stengers, Thinking With Whitehead a Free and Wild Creation of Concepts, Harvard University Press

Isabelle Stengers, Cosmopolitics I, University of Minnesota Press

Isabelle Stengers, Cosmopolitics II, University of Minnesota Press

Jacques Derrida, Ned Lukacher, Cinders, University of Minnesota Press

Jakob von Uexküll, A Foray Into the Worlds of Animals and Humans: With a Theory of Meaning, University of Minnesota Press

Jamie Lorimer, The Probiotic Planet: Using Life to Manage Life, University of Minnesota Press

Joey Keithley, Jack Rabid, I, Shithead: A Life in Punk, Arsenal Pulp Press

John Ó Maoilearca, All Thoughts Are Equal: Laruelle and Nonhuman Philosophy, University of Minnesota Press

John Protevi, Political Affect, University of Minnesota Press

John Robb, Punk Rock: An Oral History, PM Press

Judith Roof, The Poetics of DNA, University of Minnesota Press

Julian Yates, Of Sheep, Oranges, and Yeast: A Multispecies Impression, University of Minnesota Press

Julius Zimmermann, Die Eigenständigkeit der Dinge

Jussi Parikka, Insect Media: An Archaeology of Animals and Technology, University of Minnesota Press

Kalpana Rahita Seshadri, HumAnimal: Race, Law, Language, University of Minnesota Press

Karen Pinkus, Fuel: A Speculative Dictionary, University of Minnesota Press

Kate Devlin, Turned On: Science, Sex and Robots, Bloomsbury Sigma

Kathy High, I offer my power in the service of love

Laura Erickson-Schroth, Trans Bodies, Trans Selves: A Resource for the Transgender Community, Oxford University Press

Laurent Dubreuil, The Intellective Space: Thinking Beyond Cognition, University of Minnesota Press

Laurent Dubreuil, Sue Savage-Rumbaugh, Dialogues on the Human Ape, University of Minnesota Press

Legs McNeil & Gillian McCain, Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Lutz Dammbeck, DAS NETZ - Die Konstruktion des Unabombers & Das "Unabomber-Manifest": Die Industrielle Gesellschaft und ihre Zukunft: Nautlius Flugschrift, Edition Nautilus

Mads Rosendahl Thomsen, The Bloomsbury Handbook of Posthumanism, Bloomsbury Academic

Marcel O'Gorman, Necromedia, University of Minnesota Press

María Puig de La Bellacasa, Matters of Care: Speculative Ethics in More Than Human Worlds, University of Minnesota Press

Martin Kurthen, Robert Payne, White and Black Posthumanism: After Consciousness and the Unconscious, Springer

Matthew Fuller, Olga Goriunova, Bleak Joys: Aesthetics of Ecology and Impossibility, University of Minnesota Press

Michael Hauskeller, Curtis D. Carbonell, Thomas D. Philbeck, The Palgrave Handbook of Posthumanism in Film and Television, Palgrave Macmillan

Michael Haworth, Neurotechnology and the End of Finitude, University of Minnesota Press

Michel Serres, The Parasite, University of Minnesota Press

Mick Smith, Against Ecological Sovereignty, University of Minnesota Press

Mickey Weems, The Fierce Tribe: Masculine Identity and Performance in the Circuit, University press of Colorado

Neil H. Kessler, Ontology and Closeness in Human-Nature Relationships: Beyond Dualisms, Materialism and Posthumanism, Springer

ngbk, Tier-werden, Mensch-werden

Nicole Shukin, Animal Capital: Rendering Life in Biopolitical Times, University of Minnesota Press

Nigel Rothfels, Representing Animals, Indiana University Press

Oliver Krüger, Die Vervollkommnung des Menschen, E-Pub

Peter Atterton & Matthew Calarco, Animal Philosophy, Ethics and Identity: Essential Readings in Continental Thought, Continuum

Peter Mahon, Posthumanism: A Guide for the Perplexed, Bloomsbury Academic

Phillip Thurtle, Biology in the Grid: Graphic Design and the Envisioning of Life, University of Minnesota Press

Raymond Ruyer, Neofinalism, University of Minnesota Press

Riccardo Campa, Humans and Automata: A Social Study of Robotics, Peter Lang

Roberto Esposito, Bios: Biopolitics and Philosophy, University of Minnesota Press

Roger F. Cook, Postcinematic Vision: The Coevolution of Moving-Image Media and the Spectator, University of Minnesota Press

Ron Broglio, Surface Encounters: Thinking With Animals and Art, University of Minnesota Press

Siegfried Zielinski, Variations on Media Thinking, University of Minnesota Press

Stanislaw Lem, Sterntagebücher

Stefan Lorenz Sorgner, Branka-Rista Jovanovic, Evolution and the Future: Anthropology, Ethics, Religion- in Cooperation With Nikola Grimm, Peter Lang

Steve Baker, Artist Animal, University of Minnesota Press

Steven Shaviro, The Universe of Things: On Speculative Realism, University of Minnesota Press

Susan McHugh, Animal Stories: Narrating Across Species Lines, University of Minnesota Press

Thierry Bardini, Junkware, University of Minnesota Press

Timothy C. Campbell, Improper Life: Technology and Biopolitics From Heidegger to Agamben, University of Minnesota Press

Timothy Campbell, Adam Sitze, Biopolitics: A Reader, Duke University Press

Timothy Morton, Hyperobjects: Philosophy and Ecology After the End of the World, University of Minnesota Press

Tom Tyler, CIFERAE: A Bestiary in Five Fingers, University of Minnesota Press

Vilém Flusser, Rodrigo Maltez Novaes, Vampyroteuthis Infernalis, Atropos Press

Vinciane Despret, What Would Animals Say if We Asked the Right Questions?, University of Minnesota Press

[skonnaris]

Books I’ve Read: 2006-2019

Alexie, Sherman - Flight

Anderson, Joan - A Second Journey

                          - An Unfinished Marriage

                          - A Walk on the Beach

                          - A Year By The Sea

Anshaw, Carol - Carry the One

Auden, W.H. - The Selected Poems of W.H. Auden

Austen, Jane - Pride and Prejudice

Bach, Richard - Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Bear, Donald R - Words Their Way

Berg, Elizabeth - Open House

Bly, Nellie - Ten Days in a Madhouse

Bradbury, Ray - Fahrenheit 451

                        - The Martian Chronicles

Brooks, David - The Road to Character

Brooks, Geraldine - Caleb’s Crossing

Brown, Dan - The Da Vinci Code

Bryson, Bill - The Lost Continent

Burnett, Frances Hodgson - The Secret Garden

Buscaglia, Leo - Bus 9 to Paradise

                         - Living, Loving & Learning

                         - Personhood

                         - Seven Stories of Christmas Love

Byrne, Rhonda - The Secret

Carlson, Richard - Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff

Carson, Rachel - The Sense of Wonder

                          - Silent Spring

Cervantes, Miguel de - Don Quixote

Cherry, Lynne - The Greek Kapok Tree

Chopin, Karen - The Awakening

Clurman, Harold - The Fervent Years: The Group Theatre & the 30s

Coelho, Paulo -  Adultery

                           The Alchemist

Conklin, Tara - The Last Romantics

Conroy, Pat - Beach Music

                    - The Death of Santini: The Story of a Father and His Son

                    - The Great Santini

                    - The Lords of Discipline

                    - The Prince of Tides

                    - The Water is Wide

Corelli, Marie - A Romance of Two Worlds

Delderfield, R.F. - To Serve Them All My Days

Dempsey, Janet - Washington’s Last Contonment: High Time for a Peace

Dewey, John - Experience and Education

Dickens, Charles - A Christmas Carol

                             - Great Expectations

                             - A Tale of Two Cities

Didion, Joan - The Year of Magical Thinking

Disraeli, Benjamin - Sybil

Doctorow, E.L. - Andrew’s Brain

                         - Ragtime

Doerr, Anthony - All the Light We Cannot See

Dreiser, Theodore - Sister Carrie 

Dyer, Wayne - Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life

                     - The Power of Intention

                     - Your Erroneous Zones

Edwards, Kim - The Memory Keeper’s Daughter

Ellis, Joseph J. - His Excellency: George Washington

Ellison, Ralph - The Invisible Man

Emerson, Ralph Waldo - Essays and Lectures

Felkner, Donald W. - Building Positive Self Concepts

Fergus, Jim - One Thousand White Women

Flynn, Gillian - Gone Girl

Follett, Ken - Pillars of the Earth

Frank, Anne - The Diary of a Young Girl

Freud, Sigmund - The Interpretation of Dreams

Frey, James - A Million Little Pieces

Fromm, Erich - The Art of Loving

                       - Escape from Freedom

Fulghum, Robert - All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

Fuller, Alexandra - Leaving Before the Rains Come

Garield, David - The Actors Studion: A Player’s Place

Gates, Melinda - The Moment of Lift

Gibran, Kahlil - The Prophet

Gilbert, Elizabeth - Eat, Pray, Love

                            - The Last American Man

                            - The Signature of All Things

Ginsburg, Ruth Bader - My Own Words

Girzone, Joseph F, - Joshua

                               - Joshua and the Children

Gladwell, Malcom - Blink

                              - David and Goliath

                              - Outliers

                              - The Tipping Point

                              - Talking to Strangers

Glass, Julia - Three Junes

Goodall, Jane - Reason for Hope

Goodwin, Doris Kearnes - Team of Rivals

Graham, Steve - Best Practices in Writing Instruction

Gray, John - Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus

Groom, Winston - Forrest Gump

Gruen, Sarah - Water for Elephants

Hannah, Kristin - The Great Alone

                          - The Nightingale

Harvey, Stephanie and Anne Goudvis - Strategies That Work

Hawkins, Paula - The Girl on the Train

Hedges, Chris - Empire of Illusion

Hellman, Lillian - Maybe

                         - Pentimento

Hemingway - Ernest - A Moveable Feast

Hendrix, Harville - Getting the Love You Want

Hesse, Hermann - Demian

                            - Narcissus and Goldmund

                            - Peter Camenzind

                            - Siddhartha

                            - Steppenwolf

Hilderbrand, Elin - The Beach Club

Hitchens, Christopher - God is Not Great

Hoffman, Abbie - Soon to be a Major Motion Picture 

                          - Steal This Book

Holt, John - How Children Fail

                  - How Children Learn

                 - Learning All the Time

                 - Never Too Late

Hopkins, Joseph - The American Transcendentalist

Horney, Karen - Feminine Psychology

                        - Neurosis and Human Growth

                        - The Neurotic Personality of Our Time

                        - New Ways in Psychoanalysis

                        - Our Inner Conflicts

                        - Self Analysis

Hosseini, Khaled - The Kite Runner

Hoover, John J, Leonard M. Baca, Janette K. Klingner - Why Do English Learners Struggle with Reading?

Janouch, Gustav - Conversations with Kafka

Jefferson, Thomas - Crusade Against Ignorance

Jong, Erica - Fear of Dying

Joyce, Rachel - The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy

                       - The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

Kafka, Franz - Amerika

                      - Metamophosis

                      - The Trial     

Kallos, Stephanie - Broken For You  

Kazantzakis, Nikos - Zorba the Greek

Keaton, Diane - Then Again

Kelly, Martha Hall - The Lilac Girls

Keyes, Daniel - Flowers for Algernon

King, Steven - On Writing

Kornfield, Jack - Bringing Home the Dharma

Kraft, Herbert - The Indians of Lenapehoking - The Lenape or Delaware Indians: The Original People of NJ, Southeastern New York State, Eastern Pennsylvania, Northern Delaware and Parts of Western Connecticut

Kundera, Milan - The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Lacayo, Richard - Native Son

Lamott, Anne - Bird by Bird

                         Word by Word

L’Engle, Madeleine - A Wrinkle in Time

Lahiri, Jhumpa - The Namesake

Lappe, Frances Moore - Diet for a Small Planet

Lee, Harper - To Kill a Mockingbird

Lems, Kristin et al  - Building Literacy with English Language Learners

Lewis, Sinclair - Main Street

London, Jack - The Call of the Wild

Lowry, Lois - The Giver

Mander, Jerry - Four Arguments for the Elimination of Television

Marks, John D. - The Search for the Manchurian Candidate: The CIA and Mind         Control

Martel, Yann - Life of Pi

Maslow, Abraham - The Farther Reaches of Human Nature

                              - Motivation and Personality

                              - Religions, Values, and Peak Experiences

                             - Toward a Psychology of Being                            

Maugham. W. Somerset - Of Human Bondage

                                        - Christmas Holiday

Maurier, Daphne du - Rebecca

Mayes, Frances - Under the Tuscan Sun

Mayle, Peter - A Year in Provence

McCourt, Frank - Angela’s Ashes

                          - Teacher man

McCullough, David - 1776

                                - Brave Companions

McEwan, Ian - Atonement

                      - Saturday

McLaughlin, Emma - The Nanny Diaries

McLuhan, Marshall - Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man

Meissner, Susan - The Fall of Marigolds

Millman, Dan - Way of the Peaceful Warrior

Moehringer, J.R. - The Tender Bar

Moon, Elizabeth - The Speed of Dark

Moriarty, Liane - The Husband’s Sister

                         - The Last Anniversary

                         - What Alice Forgot

Mortenson, Greg - Three Cups of Tea

Moyes, Jo Jo - One Plus One

                       - Me Before You 

Ng, Celeste - Little Fires Everywhere

Neill, A.S. - Summerhill

Noah, Trevor - Born a Crime

O’Dell, Scott - Island of the Blue Dolphins

Offerman, Nick - Gumption

O’Neill, Eugene - Long Day’s Journey Into Night

                            A Touch of the Poet

Orwell, George - Animal Farm

Owens, Delia - Where the Crawdads Sing

Paulus, Trina - Hope for the Flowers

Pausch, Randy - The Last Lecture

Patchett, Ann - The Dutch House

Peck, Scott M. - The Road Less Traveled

                         - The Road Less Traveled and Beyond

Paterson, Katherine - Bridge to Teribithia

Picoult, Jodi - My Sister’s Keeper

Pirsig, Robert - Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Puzo, Mario - The Godfather

Quindlen, Anna - Black and Blue

Radish, Kris - Annie Freeman’s Fabulous Traveling Funeral

Redfield, James - The Celestine Prophecy

Rickert, Mary - The Memory Garden

Rogers, Carl - On Becoming a Person

Ruiz, Miguel - The Fifth Agreement

                     - The Four Agreements

                     - The Mastery of Love

Rum, Etaf - A Woman is No Man

Saint-Exupery, Antoine de - The Little Prince

Salinger, J.D. - Catcher in the Rye

Schumacher, E.F. - Small is Beautiful

Sebold, Alice - The Almost Moon

                       - The Lovely Bones

Shaffer, Mary Ann and Anne Barrows - The Gurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

Shakespeare, William - Alls Well That Ends Well

                                   - Much Ado About Nothing

                                   - Romeo and Juliet

                                   - The Sonnets

                                   - The Taming of the Shrew

                                   - Twelfth Night

                                   - Two Gentlemen of Verona

Sides, Hampton - Hellhound on his Trail: The Stalking of Martin Luther King, Jr. and the International Hunt for His Assassin

Silverstein, Shel - The Giving Tree

Skinner, B.F. - About Behaviorism

Smith, Betty - A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Snyder, Zilpha Keatley - The Velvet Room

Spinelli, Jerry - Loser

Spolin, Viola - Improvisation for the Theater

Stanislavski, Constantin - An Actor Prepares

Stedman, M.L. - The Light Between Oceans

Steinbeck, John - Travels with Charley

Steiner, Peter - The Terrorist

Stockett, Kathryn - The Help

Strayer, Cheryl - Wild

Streatfeild, Dominic - Brainwash

Strout, Elizabeth - My Name is Lucy Barton

Tartt, Donna - The Goldfinch

Taylor, Kathleen - Brainwashing: The Science of Thought Control

Thomas, Matthew - We Are Not Ourselves

Thoreau, Henry David - Walden

Tolle, Eckhart - A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

                      - The Power of Now

Towles, Amor - A Gentleman in Moscow

                       - Rules of Civility

Tracey, Diane and Lesley Morrow - Lenses on Reading

Traub, Nina - Recipe for Reading

Tzu, Lao - Tao Te Ching

United States Congress - Project MKULTRA, the CIA's program of research in behavioral modification: Joint hearing before the Select Committee on Intelligence and the ... Congress, first session, August 3, 1977

Van Allsburg, Chris - Just a Dream

                                - Polar Express

                                - Sweet Dreams

                                - Stranger

                                - Two Bad Ants

Walker, Alice - The Color Purple

Waller, Robert James - Bridges of Madison County

Warren, Elizabeth - A Fighting Chance

Waugh, Evelyn - Brideshead Revisited

Weir, Andy - The Martian

Weinstein, Harvey M. - Father, Son and CIA

Welles, Rebecca - The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood

Westover, Tara - Educated

White, E.B. - Charlotte’s Web

Wilde, Oscar - The Picture of Dorien Gray

Wolfe, Tom - I Am Charlotte Simmons

Wolitzer, Meg - The Female Persuasion

Woolf, Virginia - Mrs. Dalloway

Zevin, Gabrielle - The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

Zusak, Marcus - The Book Thief

[johnnymundano]

The Theatre Bizarre (2011)

Directed by Douglas Buck, Buddy Giovinazzo, David Gregory, Karim Hussain, Jeremy Kasten, Tom Savini and Richard Stanley

Written by Scarlett Amaris, Douglas Buck, John Esposito, Buddy Giovinazzo, David Gregory, Karim Hussain, Emiliano Ranzani and Richard Stanley

Music by Simon Boswell, Susan DiBona and Marquis Howell of Hobo Jazz

Country: United States

Language: English

Running Time: 114 minutes

CAST

Udo Kier as Peg Poett

Virginia Newcomb as Enola Penny

Kaniehtiio Horn as The Writer (segment 'Vision Stains')

Victoria Maurette as Karina (segment 'The Mother Of Toads')

Shane Woodward as Martin (segment 'The Mother Of Toads')

André Hennicke as Axel (segment 'I Love You')

Suzan Anbeh as Mo (segment 'I Love You')

James Gill as Donnie (segment 'Wet Dreams')

Tom Savini as Dr. Maurey (segment 'Wet Dreams')

Debbie Rochon as Carla (segment 'Wet Dreams')

Lena Kleine as The Mother (segment 'The Accident')

Mélodie Simard as The Daughter (segment 'The Accident')

Lindsay Goranson as Estelle (segment 'Sweets')

Guilford Adams as Greg (segment 'Sweets')

Framing Segments

Directed by Jeremy Kasten

Written by Zach Chassler

Cast:

Udo Kier as Peg Poett

Virginia Newcomb as Enola Penny

The Theatre Bizarre is a series of six shorts largely in hock to the grand-guignol tradition of naturalistic horror (i.e. proper ketchup, matey). I know this not because of any keen interest in French theatre but because the framing sequence is called ‘Theatre Guignol’, and it is into this terribly mysterious theatre that Enola Penny (Virginia Newcomb) dreamily wanders one decisive night. Each of the following sections is introduced by the indefatigable Udo Kier playing a big puppet (literally “grand guignol”) who becomes less puppet-like as the movie wears on and (cue wobbly theremin) Enola become less human. Which might be an artistic statement about desensitisation, but is definitely an excuse to watch Udo Kier popping robot-moves, which I think we can all agree is a good thing.

The Mother of Toads

Directed by Richard Stanley

Written by Richard Stanley, Scarlett Amaris and Emiliano Ranzani

Cast:

Catriona MacColl as Mere Antoinette

Shane Woodward as Martin

Victoria Maurette as Karina

Lisa Belle as The Naked Witch (as Lisa Crawford)

Amelie Salomon as The Monster

The Mother of Toads is apparently based on a Clark Ashton Smith story of the same name which I haven’t read, with a bit of HP Lovecraft chucked in. It features a pair of unpleasant young Americans holidaying in France, and I’m not dissing Americans there, this pair really are unlikable; Karina moans that everything is in French in France (quelle surprise!), while Martin is so anaesthetised by his own acumen he can barely push his smug words past the thicket of his trendy beard. They come unstuck when bargain hunting in a French market where a handsome older lady with a mesmerising accent saucily offers Martin a peek at her Necronomicon. Bundling Karina off to a spa Martin spends the day with the accommodating and increasingly ardent crone, drinking suspicious brews and fingering her dusty leaves. Things end badly. This was an agreeably silly creature feature with plenty of the old ugh! quotient, an endearing lack of logic and a pervading sense of encroaching doom. The humour leavening proceedings is clearly no accident; there’s an excellent joke when Martin attempts to extricate himself from a post-coital bed without waking his sleeping and somewhat slimy partner. Probably rings a few bells in the audience that bit. It’s just enjoyably daft, tongue-in-cheek stuff and a welcome reminder that Richard (Hardware (1990), Dust Devil (1992)) Stanley is still rocking his smart-trash groove.

I Love You

Directed by Buddy Giovinazzo

Written by Buddy Giovinazzo

Cast:

André Hennicke as Axel

Suzan Anbeh  as Mo

I Love You is a pretty tough watch and unusually it’s not because of the climactic gore. Axel wakes up in his bathroom disorientated and bloody; turns out he’s an insecure, self-destructive mess who has driven his lady Mo away. Mo returns to sever all ties and leave for good. What follows is an emotionally harrowing battle between two damaged people where words are weapons and the hurt is internal. As blood spattered as the despairing denouement may be the real horror is the extended verbal flensing Mo delivers to Martin, in which she destroys not only his present but also his past. And is she telling the truth? Or is it a desperate attempt to extricate herself from his unquenchable neediness? Like a fox gnawing its paw off to escape the trap? Sometimes uncertainty can be another level of horror. Buddy Giovinazzo delivers a classily acted, tautly suspenseful two-hander which leaves an emotional stain which persists for days.

Wet Dreams

Directed by Tom Savini

Written by John Esposito

Cast:

Debbie Rochon as Carla

Tom Savini as Dr. Maurey

James Gill as Donnie

Jodii Christianson as Maxine

Wet Dreams is directed by Tom Savini, who is legendary in horror for his SFX work and slightly less legendary for his acting, so there’s no excuse for doing an Elvis double take at the fact he’s given himself a role and that his segment is luridly gory. He’s no slouch at directing either, which is nice. The esteemed Mr. Savini plays a psychiatrist, the kind who drinks on the job and talks about raping his mum (i.e. a movie psychiatrist), treating Donnie, a preening jackass who likes smacking his wife, Carla, about and cheating on her. See, Donnie’s having recurring nightmares wherein his sexy dream fun times climax with him being tortured and castrated by his long-suffering wife, in a series of gruesomely humorous and visually explicit ways. Gentlemen viewers may never again think of a fry-up without skittishly crossing their legs. Serves Donnie right you might think, but by the end of the dream-within-a-dream misdirection and its gruesomely pre-code EC Comics twist finale you might think again. Ugh. I mean….ugh. I...Jesus. What could have just been a gratuitous mess of general dismemberment is deftly directed by the savant Savini, resulting in an amoral immorality tale. And need it be said that his skills in the SFX dept remain second to none? No, it need not. So pretend I didn’t say it.

The Accident

Directed by Douglas Buck

Written by Douglas Buck

Cast:

Lena Kleine as Mother

Mélodie Simard as Daughter

Jean-Paul Rivière as Old Biker

Bruno Décary as Young Biker

The Accident provides a brief respite from the onslaught of sensationalistic gore, a pit stop if you will. Even if you won’t, it definitely centres around a cute child asking her blasé mother questions about mortality, said questions raised in the tiny, inquiring mind after the witnessing of an accident earlier in the day involving a deer and a cocky motorcyclist. It’s a very restrained piece, very accomplished, and softer in tone than anything before or after it. There’s a touch of grue when the deer is finished off, but mostly the horror here is the complete horseshit parents come out with to calm their offspring with regards to the ultimately absurd nature of life and death, a subject which everyone spends a lot of time avoiding thinking about on a day to day basis and about which they would rather not be cross-examined about by a child at bedtime. As upsetting as the sight of the deer’s tongue lolling out of its bug eyed head was (very), it wasn’t as upsetting as realising all the lies you have to fill your kid with just so they can function in what we’ve all decided to call reality. Compared to all that, lying about Santa Claus is a minor misdemeanour.

Vision Stains

Directed by Karim Hussain

Written by Karim Hussain

Cast:

Kaniehtiio Horn as The Writer

Cynthia Wu-Maheux as Junkie Girl

Imogen Haworth as Pregnant Woman

Rachelle Glait  as Older Homeless Woman

Alex Ivanovici  as Junkie Man

I have a thing about eye trauma. Not a sexual thing, a “flinch and wave your hands about like you’re warding off invisible birds” thing. It’s a running joke in the Mundano family unit; if there’s some serious eye trauma afoot in the viewing choice, all eyes fall on the father figure as he  tenses for impact. Those similarly (dis)inclined should be warned that there is a seriously impressive amount of eye trauma in Vision Stains. It’s built in as the whole episode rests on the Horror Movie Science concept of people’s past lives flashing before their eyes at the point of death. So if you extract their eye juice as they die and inject it into your own eye you will get to live the edited highlights of another life. Obviously. That sounds about as appealing as it sounds scientifically feasible, but our serial killer heroine is well into it. She basically harvests the lives of the homeless to make up for her personal shortfall in dreams. Judging by the massive pile of notebooks in which she has written the details of all the lives she has nicked, its worked out quite well for her. But people, even dreamless serial killers who prey on the homeless,  are never satisfied, so she decides to take the next step and find out what happens before people have a life to flash in front of their eyes. The results are mixed. Ultimately you can’t help thinking it would have been a lot quicker and far easier on the homeless population if she’d just read Tbomas Ligotti’s The Conspiracy Against the Human race. It’s all very silly but the po-faced approach suggests it is straining for some grandiose meaning; it fails. But it does feature a fantastic amount of eye trauma. Each to their own.

Sweets

Directed by David Gregory

Written by David Gregory

Cast:

Lindsay Goranson as Estelle

Guilford Adams as Greg

Lynn Lowry as Mikela Da Vinci

Jessica Remmers as Antonia

With Sweets, things close on a hilariously disgusting note. A deadpan Estelle and a semi-hysterical Greg talk about their dying relationship in the most banal clichés imaginable as they sit in what was once an apartment, but is now a kind of edible sty plastered with smushed up confectionery.  As trite nonsense falls from her lips Estelle slowly sucks a melting ice cream into her deadpan face. Greg flailing to rescue the dead relationship counters with the expected whiny responses, while spasmodically picking filthy sweets off the floor and ingesting them with all the automotive panache of the true addict. Their stale interactions are punctuated by a series of flashbacks  which parody cinema’s rote scenes of romance, with the pair swilling sweet shit like swilling sweet shit is going out of fashion. Luckily for Greg, Estelle hasn’t quite finished with him, unluckily for Greg he’s about to find out what that means. Sweets is pretty funny in its lip-smacking attack on love and addiction (and love as addiction), and is delightfully cartoonish in style; Estelle is often colour coordinated from hair to shoes with whatever sickly delicacy she is proffering. Of course all the comedy and caricature serve only to distract you while Sweets prepares a delightful gut punch of horror, before the management politely ask you to leave.

 TL;DR: The Theatre Bizarre: it’s worth a watch, but not if you’re squeamish.

[grs-the-neighborhood]

Name: Corral Foster Lynn Thomas

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight (Heterosexual)

Birthday (Zodiac): April 21(Aries)

Species: A human being with a touch of imaginary help

Ethnicity: American

Native Language(s): English

Nationality: ???

Appearance Info

Height: 5'3

Skin tone: peach skin tone

Eye shape/color: almond shaped eyes with a hint of forrest Green eyes

Hair style/color: short hair with a korra hairstyle, Light red hair.

Outfit style: Skater clothing or oversized hoodies, she tends to wear her baseball shirt with red sleeves and her navy shorts. (her outfit in the drawing)

Accessories: Her Necklace, it's a small sized boo

Markings (birthmarks, scars, etc): Freckles

Alignment Info

Hero/Villian/Civilian: Anti-Hero (Synonymous)

Rank: ????something to do with the supernatural department

Powers/Abilities: imagination Manifester/manipulation

Fighting Style: she hits people, she tries karate but she isnt very good at it

Weapons: Her imagination 

Background Info

Personality: Corral is a chill but feisty teenager, she uses her powers for protection, or she's just curious. Corral has many mood swings She can be all calm and later, she could be arguing about something that doesn't make sense. She doesn't like getting challenged because she will try her hardest to defeat the challenger. Corral is the daugther to Frankie And Jackie they like being called the Lynnsters (they combined their last names together).

Backstory: Jackie and Frankie meet when Jackie was 26 and Frankie 34, in a fair since the foster closed Frankie tried to find a new path in life. Jackie and Frankie had many things in common such as their love for cartoons and having a similar name. Jackie and Frankie wanted a child but it was impossible for them since they couldn't have any kids the only way they could have a kid was if they Imagine a child of their own but Jackie didn't think it was a good idea because people will discourage Corral and tell she's isn't real. But there was still hope for this Couple and that hope was a unknown person.This unknown person gave them a piece of Imagination that can't be erased or effected,a power that can give anyone what they desire but it came with side effects when Corral was born she was born with the power of making Things out of her imagination. Sadly the foster home for imaginary friends closed and Corral never got to visit or incounter any of the imaginary friends but she has a small treehouse where she keeps some of the imaginary friends.It may be a small tree house but it's rather big in the inside, the tree house can be only seen to people who believe in imagination.

Relatives:

Jackie Lynn Thomas (Mom)

Frankie Foster (Mom)

Madame Foster (Grandmother)

Fanny Foster (Great great aunt)

Janaya (Adopted brother)

Relationships:

Jackie (Corral's mom)

Jackie is that type of mom that is very serene and a nature enthusiast.Jackie taught her how to skate and some other sick skating tricks. Corral has many similarities to Jackie,she's calm and chill, same music tastes and they both vibe to the sound of the oceans. Though Corral can get angry sometimes Jackie knows how to calm her.

Frankie (Corral's mom)

- After the closing of the foster, Jackie and Frankie started helping animals and other people who are need of help. Jackie helped Frankie a lot, by not stressing a lot and calming down, they both decided they wanted a kid and by that they got Corral. Corral gets her tough, and slacking attitude from her mother Frankie.(Anger issues too). Frankie tells all the stories about each and every imaginary friend and Corral loves those stories that she was inspired by them.leading Corral to follow the same footsteps as her great great grandmother did, helping Imaginary Friends.

Sky Marquette

- Corral thought she would be the only one with the abilities she has but when she stumbled upon Sky Marquette she was fascinated by her powers, they were similar to Corral's but just that Sky had critters. Corral sees Sky as a little sister to her.

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Ty

- Corral and Ty just talk about supernatural stuff and reasons why Bigfoot is real. They prank people or just sell them fake products like Ty sells and Corral helps Ty run away from them and hide all the evidence.they're really great buds.

Miscellaneous Info

Quotes:

"I have a trick up my sleeve "

"UnexpectED"

"If you hit the yeet, you'll get BEAT!"

"CAN YOU FUCKING CHILL OUT DUDE!"

"NO CURSING IN MY FUCKING HOUSE!"

"Just Chillllllllllllllllllllll"

Trivia:

- Frankie gave her the name Korra but Jackie wanted it to be Coral, so these two improvised also Frankie and Jackie Have a obsession over cartoons that how they got her name.

- Corral isn't good at sport, she just really doesn't like sports.

- Corral thinks the Butterfly siblings are neat, she tries to be good at fighting just like they are.

- Corral believes in myths.

 Short story

"If you want to win you will have to take on the weakest member, we're eliminating every hero one by one"says Drake

“You mean her"*points at Corral making strange gestures with her hands*

"Yeah, that will do...." "Are you sure that thing is part of the little group?..she looks like fry sauce.."

*Corral turns around and looks at them*

"I'm no thing,I'm a person, you guys need to chill get on the spiritual level." as Corral moves her hands in a spiral and a bunny appears in her hands.

"You got to be kidding me,shouldn't you be in a magic show or something. Now shoo, go away before you get hurt" says

The bunny pops a gun out pointing it at the villain

"You think this is a joke, I don't like being challenged. I suck at challenges" says Corral

Created by Corrgis on DA

[flamingmirrorbookish]

Get To Know Me Tag

Thanks for tagging me @baldursgatekeeper

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you would like to know better.

Name: call me Scarlet

Nickname: flamingmirror

Zodiac sign: pizza

Height: 160-ish cm

Languages spoken: Estonian and English (some German words happen here or there and a Latin one every 6 months)

Fav fruit:  Mango

Fav scent: ginger(bread), lemon, forests, fresh coffee, cinnamon, just... food

Fav season: Spring

Fav colour: ruby, wine, jam, mulberry, plum, sangria (red and purple)

Fav animal: cat, cheetah, wildcat, serval, caracal, ocelot, jaguar, leopard, cougar, otter, ferret, meerkat

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee

Average hrs of sleep: I sleep a lot lately. I can go to 9 or 10 some days

Fav fictional character: Ridge from Maybe someday, Abe from Vampire Academy, Cinder and Iko from The Lunar Chronicles, Zuzana from Daughter of smoke and bone, Nina, Kaz, and Inej from Six of crows, Cole St. Clair  from The Wolves of Mercy Falls, Nikolai Lantsov from The Grisha, Lila from A Darker Shade of Magic, Kate Harker from Monsters of Verity, Lynn from Not a Drop to Drink, Tess from Written in red

No. of blankets you sleep with: 4

Blog created: Summer of 2013

Fav songs:  Scott D. Davis playing Metallica’s Nothing else matters on piano, Seal's Love's Divine and Kiss from a rose, Turn the page by Metallica, Wonderful tonight by Eric Clapton, They don't care about us by Michael Jackson, Engel and Das Model(l?) by Rammstein, Listen to your heart and Stars and pretty much everything else by Roxette, Supermassive black hole by Muse, Rain  and Hung up (and others) by Madonna, Waiting for the End and Numb and In the End and Leave out all the rest and Papercut by Linkin Park, No Fear by The Rasmus, Pour que tu m’aimes encore by Celine Dion, Black Velvet by Alannah Myles, Upun su silmadesse by Smilers, Sunflowers by Laura, Will Smith - Black Suits Comin' (Nod Ya Head), Maria by Ricky Martin. I'll stop now

Fav artists: that's pretty clear from the last question I think

Fav books: Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover, Written in red by Anne Bishop, Shadow and bone and Six of crows by Leigh Bardugo, Easy by Tammara Webber, Cress by Marissa Meyer, This savage song and A darker shade of magic by V.E. Schwab, The rest of us just live here and The knife of never letting go by Patrick Ness, Rdio Silence by Alice Oseman.

I don’t want to tag. I annoy people. Do it if you are interested&are not busy

[mysdrymmumbles]

OC Fact Meme

I got tagged by the wonderful @gugle1980​! Thank you muchly :D

I’m going to do Lynn for The Keepers. If anyone wants  me to do one of my DA OCs, lemme know, and I’ll do them as well :3

Since this is a little long, I’ll tag people up here! @scootscootscotty​, @laimashousecat​, @commandershepardvasfuckit​, @thekingsmercy​, @official-talothin-lightstrider​, @queen-squids​, @queenmelisende​, @jurvektheblogsmer​, and anyone who wants to do this. Please tag me if you do :D

GENERAL

Name: Lynn Anne Alfwine

Alias(es): none

Gender: female

Age: 28

Date of birth: April 27

Place of birth: Aldenvale, in the vaguely American land that she lives in. Spoken languages: English, though she can read a bit in some of the more archaic languages. Can’t pronounce them to save her life.  Sexual orientation: demi  Occupation: former editor and interpreter of folklore, former barista, currently unemployed

APPEARANCE

Eye color: hazel Hair colour: copper Height: 5′7/ 170 cm Scars: a small scar on her lower lip Burns: a few minor ones on her hands from working as a barista Overweight: no Underweight: no

FAVOURITE

Colour: yellow

Hair colour: does not care

Eye colour:  doesn’t care

Music genre: older country/Carrie Underwood/drinking songs

Movie genre:  mind-numbing comedy

Tv show: historical documentaries on old legends and beliefs

Food: cheeseburge

Drink: anything she doesn’t have to make

Book: She has a small collection of old folklore that she keeps with her, despite the fact that selling one could probably pay half her rent.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: yes, she’s got a masters in folklore interpretation Had sex: yep, fun times on occasion Had sex in public: once, but she felt like the squirrels were watching and had to cut it short. Nosy rodents. Gotten pregnant: nope Kissed a boy: yes Kissed a girl: yes Kissed someone nonbinary: yes Gotten tattoos: no Gotten piercings: she got drunk and pierced her finger nail once on a dare. She was disappointed with how that turned out. Had a broken heart: does getting dragged away from your childhood home and everything you’ve ever loved without being able to say goodbye to anyone count? Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yep. College. 

ARE THEY

A virgin: No A cuddler: depends on the person A kisser: depends on the person

Scared easily: No

Jealous easily: sometimes Trustworthy: Yes Dominant: sometimes Submissive: sometimes In love: with her coffee table. People-wise, not at the moment Single: currently

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: Not intentionally, but she’s not the most careful Thought of suicide: Nah Attempted suicide: No Wanted to kill someone: she once imagined pushing her bosses who sunk the company she worked at out of a window, but doubted they’d hold still for her to get all of them, which would have ended in disappointment and jail time, so not worth it  Drove a car: yep Have/had a job: folktale interpreter/translator, barista Have any fears: not really

FAMILY

sibling(s): none

parents: Mr. and Mrs. Alfwine. They talk and visit around the holidays, but that’s it really. They aren’t close.

children: none for now

pets: none for now

[kevintoons915]

I leave you the biography of Kevin Jr Loud in both languages.

This is the biography of Kevin Jr Loud, I have more data:

Name:

Kevin Jr "Loud" Reyes

Age: 12

Nationality: American

Original Nationality: Cartagena, Colombian

Genre: Male

Occupation: Help and be in The Loud House

City of Origin: Cartagena, Colombia

Current City: Michigan, Royal Woods

Family:

Kevin "Loud" Reyes

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown

Relations (Others)

Lincoln Loud (Your best friend)

Known 2 years ago, since the series premiere, this won the affection of all his sisters to become his best friend

Lynn Loud Jr (girlfriend)

She fell in love with her on February 14, 2018, in which, she gave me the doubt as she fell in love with someone so hard and competitive?

Luna Loud (one of his Waifus)

It is the sister of Lincoln closest to this child, always laughs by his side, gives hugs, and kisses and seems to be unfaithful to Sam, but in alternating reality, unfaithful to George, we started with the same hole! And he also loves music, which Kevin Jr loud too, and also, you see that Kevin Jr loud sees her as a second girlfriend... Uff, good that is not Lynn 

Leni and Lori (one of his waifus)

Leni has too much appreciation and affection for Kevin Jr loud, treating like a cute boy, sending the cock to the mall fat, and following, I do not understand how Lori is in love with Kevin Jr loud, being black...no you offense friend. And always rejects the Poor Clyde... and start again!

Chip (one of his best friends)

Lana and Lola teen (one of his waifus)

Created from the cloning of Lisa with the DNA of Lana to make her grow 14 years

Aleuz (one of his best friends and Compadres)

Skyle (one of its Waifus Ocs)

Lincoln: You steal my girlfriend right?! (with sharp teeth like Lynn's)

Kevin Jr Loud: No, do not steal it, do not be angry friend, Lynn Jr is my love

To see

Who asked for padding?

Lincoln: Thanks for the tip...

George (Male Rocker)

Simón Sharp

Enemies:

Francisco

Insert Video Meme

Chandler

Chaz

Les dejo la biografia de Kevin Jr Loud en ambos idiomas.

Esta es la biografía de Kevin Jr Loud, tengo más datos:

Nombre:

Kevin Jr “Loud” Reyes

Edad: 12

Nacionalidad: Americana

Nacionalidad Original: Cartagenero, Colombiano

Genero: Masculino

Ocupacion: Ayudar y estar en la casa Loud

Ciudad De origen: Cartagena, Colombia

Ciudad Actual: Michigan, Royal Woods

Familia:

Kevin “Loud” Reyes

Madre: Desconocido

Padre: Desconocido

Relaciones (otros)

Lincoln Loud (Su mejor Amigo)

Conocido ya hace 2 años, desde que se estreno la serie, este se gano el afecto de todas sus hermanas al convertirse en su mejor amigo

Lynn Loud Jr (Novia)

Se enamoro de ella el 14 de Febrero de 2018, en cual, me dio la duda como se enamoro de alguien tan Dura y Competitiva?

Luna Loud (Una de sus Waifus)

Es la hermana de Lincoln Mas cercana a este Niño, siempre rockea a su lado, le da abrazos, y besitos y pareciendo que esta siendo infiel a Sam, pero en la realidad alterna, infiel a George, ya empezamos con el Mismo hoyo! Y tambien Le apasiona la música, cosa que Kevin Jr Loud tambien, y tambien, se Ve que Kevin Jr Loud la ve como una segunda novia…Uff, Que Buen que no esta Lynn 

Leni Y Lori (Una de sus waifus)

Leni le tiene demasiado aprecio y afecto hacia Kevin Jr Loud,tratándolo como si fuera un Niño lindo, Mandando a la verga al gordo del centro comercial, y siguiendo, No entiendo como Lori se encariño con Kevin Jr Loud, siendo Negro…no te ofendas amigo.y siempre rechaza al Pobre de clyde…ya empezamos de nuevo!!

Chip (Uno de sus mejores amigos)

Lana Adolecente y Lola Adolecente (una de sus waifus)

Creada a partir de la clonación de Lisa con el ADN de Lana para hacerla crecer 14 años

Aleuz (Uno de sus Mejores Amigos y Compadres)

Skyle (Una de sus Waifus Ocs)

Lincoln: Me robas a mi Novia cierto?! (Con dientes afilados como los de Lynn)

Kevin Jr Loud: No, no te la robo, no te enojes amigo, Lynn Jr es mi amor

A ver a ver

Quien Pidio relleno?

Lincoln: Gracias por el dato…

George (Male Rocker)

Simón Sharp

Enemigos

Francisco: (el Machito del Bat de metal)

Insert Video Meme

Chandler 

Chaz

[bookzofkelz]

1. Vassa in the Night by Sarah Porter (Jan 2017) 2. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon 3. Caraval by Stephanie Garber (Feb 2017) 4. They Mostly Come Out At Night by Benedict Patrick 5. Tananmount by Thomas J. Radford 6. A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab 7. A Gathering of Shadows by V.E. Schwab

1. 1984 by George Orwell

2. A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab (Feb 2017)

3. Gurnesy Sweet Potato Society, Perks of Being a Wallflower, House of Leaves, Bridget Jones's Diary, Flowers of Algernon, The Historian, Cloud Atlas, Daddy-Long-Legs, Attachments, Dear Mr. Knightly,

4. TBD

5. TBD

6. "Boy, Snow, Bird", Winter's Bone, Drums of Autumn, Winter's Tales

7. They Mostly Come Out at Night by Benedict Patrick (Feb. 2017)

8. Good Omens, Will Grayson, Dash & Lily's Book of Dares, Welcome to Night Vale, Illuminae

9. The Rook, Bourne Identity, Casino Royale, The Da Vinci Code

10. Cat Sense, Dewey, Simon's Cat, I Am Pusheen the Cat, Time Cat, Into the Goddess's Hands, A Mango-Shaped Space, Catalyst

11. A Gathering of Shadows by V.E. Schwab (Feb 2017)

12. Me Before You, All the Light We Cannot See, The Alchemist, The 5 Love Language, John Dies at the End, Heart-Shaped Box, Let the Right One In, The Passage, World War Z, Horns,

13. Six of Crows, Wonder, All the Bright Places, The Foxhole Court, The Rosie Project, The Lightning Thief,

14. Tantamout by Thomas J. Radford (Feb 2017)

15. The Hobbit, Alanna: The First Adventure

16. Caraval by Stephanie Garber (Feb 2017)

17. The Golem and the Jinni, The Scorpio Races, LOTR, The Hobbit, Fantastic Beasts, Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights, Nights at the Circus,

18. TBD

19. Voracious

20. The Devil Wears Prada, Girlboss, Very Good Lives, Make Good Art,  You Are a Badass, Bossypants, Year to a Writing Life,

21. The Bees, The Left Hnad of Darkness, Stars and Ashes?

22. Metaltown, Clockwork Angels, Soulless, Boneshaker, The Difference Engine, The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, Ticker, Airborn,  The Court of the Air by Stephen Hunt,

23. Diabloic, A Tyranny of Petticoats: 15 Stories of Belles, Bank Robbers & Other Badass Girls, Water of Elephants, Lock In by John Scalzi, Red Rising,

24. Station Eleven, Wild, Serena by Rash, The Last One

25. TBD

26. Lagoon

27. Vassa in the Night by Sarah Porter (Jan. 2017)

28. Gone with the Wind, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, The Book Thief, Memoirs of a Geisha, Outlander, World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War, The War of the Worlds, Ender's Game, Illuminae

29. Life of Pi, A Clockwork Orange, The Catcher in the Rye, Lolita, Wuthering Heights, Challenge Deeper, Bone Gap,

30. Illustrated HP, Hugo, The Marvels

31. TBD

32. Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, Kendrick, Felicia Day, Amy Polter, "Liar, Temptress, Soldier, Spy", My Life in France,

33. Outlander, The Time-Traveler's Wife, Doomsday Book, Kindred, The Anubis Gate

34. Tuesdays with Morrie,

35. The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, The Inn BoonsBoro Trilogy, The Dollhouse by Fiona Davis,

36. Very Good Live, Neil Gaiman, The World According to Mister Rogers: Important Things to Remember, Carrie Fisher,

37. A Wrinkle in Time, All the Bring Places, An Ember in the Ashes, The Gunslinger, A Monster Calls, Graceling, Hidden Figures,

38. The Halloween Tree, White Teeth, Dark Harvest, A Long Way Down,

39. Mortal Engines, The Paper Magician,

40. TBD

41. The Third Watchman, Archer's Goon by Diana Wynne Jones, “The Sorcerer’s House,” by Gene Wolfe,

42. The Little Paris Bookshop, Heartless, Six of Crows, Scythe, Cursed Child, Thirteen Reasons Why,

43. How a Mother Weaned Her Girl from Fairy Tales, Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Peaches for Father Francis

44. A Man Called Ove, The Glass Castle, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Moloka'i

45. The Namesake, The Joy Luck Club, White Teeth, The Immigrants, The House on Mango Street, Middlesex, American Street

46. Hard Fantasy} Mistborn, Rivers of London,      Sword and Planet} A Princess of Mars      Gaslamp Fantasy} His Majesty's Dragons, Infernal Devices by Clare, The Magician's and Mrs. Quent      Postcyber Punk} The Diamond Age by Stephenson, Daemon by Daniel Suarez      Biopunk} The Wind up Girl, Leviathan Trilogy, Xenogenesis by Butler      Clockpunk} Whitechapel Gods by S. M. Peters, Mainspring by Jay Lake      Solarpunk} TBD

47. Sherlock, To Kill a Mockingbird, Library of Lost Souls, Discworld

48. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon (Jan 2017) 

49. Catcher in the Rye 50. Gravity's Rainbow, Infinite Jest, Carry On,  Songs of Innocence and of Experience

51. TBD

52. American Gods, Percy Jackson,

1. TBD

2. Caraval by Stephanie Garber (Feb 2017)

3. The Book Thief, The Book of Speculation, The Book of Lost Things, Fangirl, Fahrenheit 451, Ink and Bone, The Little Paris Book Shop, Matilda, Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore, The Neverending Story, The Shadow of the Wind, The Thirteenth Tale, The Novel Cure

4.One Hundred Years of Solitude, Love in the Time of Cholera, City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, The House on Mango Street,

5. The House on Mango Street, Middlesex, The Namesake, The Kite Runner, White Teeth, Extremly Loud and Incredibly Close, The Girl With Ghost Eyes, Angela's Ashes, American Street

6. Lumberjanes,

7. Wonderful Wizard of OZ, Gone with the Wind, The Jungle, And Then There Were None, The Secret Garden, The Hobbit, 1984, The Wind in the Willows, Murder on the Orient Express, I Capture the Castle, Anne of Green Gables, Hemingway?, Peter Pan, A Little Princess, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The FOuntainhead, Of Mice and Men, The Maltese Falcon,

8. Eat Pray Love, Wild, A Walk in the Woods, My Life in France, Seven Years in Tibet,

9. Night Circus, ACOTAR, ACOMAF, TOG, The Hobbit, LOTR, Alanna, Black Jewels, Graceling, HP, Howl's Moving Castle, Kushiel's, Luck in the Shadows, Sunshine,

10. TBD

11. Elegance of the Hedgehog, The Palace of Illusions by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Lagoon,

12. Every Heart a Doorway, We Awaken by Calista Lynne, Quicksilver, Deadly Sweet Lies, The Beast of Callaire, The Ghost Bride, A Tyranny of Petticoats, And I Darken, The Dark Days Club, The Diviners, Etiquette & Espionage, The Friday Society, The Falconer, The Girl from Everywhere, The Clockwork Angel, Grave Mercy, Levaithan, Monstrumologist, My Lady Jane, Newt's Emerald, Ruby Red, A Shadow Bright and Burning, Silver in the Blood, Steel, The Crown's Game, These Vicious Masks, The Wrath and the Dawn, Walk on Earth a Stranger, This Dark Endeavor Wolf by Wolf, Ash, Bloody Chamber, Assassin's Apprentice, The Crystal Cave, Boneshaker, Daughter of Smake and Bone, An Ember in the Ashes, Doomsday Book, Flesh and Spirit, His Majesty's Dragon, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, The Killing Moon, Mr Fox, The Queen of Tearling, Rosemary and Rue, Sorcerer to the Crown, Soulless, Station Eleven, Swordpoint, Swamplandia

13. TBD

14. The Postmistress, All the Light We Cannot See, The Periodic Table by Primo Levi, The Kindly Ones by Jonathan Littell, The Gurnsey Literary and..., The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, "Liar, Temptress, Soldier Spy" by Karen Abbott

15. Sidekick one/Superhero ones, Adaptation, The Huntress, Schwab

16. The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (2007) by Sherman Alexie, Maus, Bone, Saga, The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Catcher in the Rye,

17. TBD

18. Kindred, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,

19. TBD

20. Drawn Together,

21. TBD

22. The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter, Changing Planes by Ursula K. Le Guin, Vampires in the Lemon Grove by Karen Russell

23. TBD

24. TBD

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ARCHIVE OF DIGITAL ARTWORKS

DIGITAL ART ARCHIVE

Frieder Nake

Charles Csuri, Random War (1967)

Manfred Mohr

Harold Cohen, Aaron — SF MOMA 1979

new iterations

Duchamp— Rotorelief

Thomas Wilfred

Clavilux Junior, First Home Clavilux

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clavilux

Nicolas Schoffer, CYSP 1

https://www.olats.org/schoffer/archives/cyspe.htm

Nam June Paik, Participation TV

speaking into microphone, which creates visual

Lynn Hershman, Lorna (1979-84)

Interactive video

http://www.lynnhershman.com/lorna/

Cybernetics:the study of feedback in self modifying systems

-the science of communications and automatic control systems in both machines and living things.

https://vimeo.com/groups/96331/videos/80799353

Martha Boto— Light art

http://www.sicardi.com/artists/martha-boto/artists-artist-works/

Heinz Mack (founder of ZERO)

Otto Piene, Light Ballet

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvj6kaQtJjs

Robert Lazzarini, Skulls

http://www.robertlazzarini.com/skulls/

Paul Demarnis— The Edison Effect

http://thestudio.uiowa.edu/tirw/TIRW_Archive/feb06/demarinis.html

Tim’s Vermeer: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3089388/

Tim is proposing that Vermeer used a mirrored device / image to paint

via a camera obscura

Tim’s Vermeer: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3089388/

Tim is proposing that Vermeer used a mirrored device / image to paint

via a camera obscura

Jeffery Shaw— Legible City

http://www.jeffreyshawcompendium.com/portfolio/legible-city/

Bicycling through a “city of words”

a “virtual urban space”

Gene Youngblood Expanded Cinema

https://www.guggenheim.org/exhibition/zero-countdown-to-tomorrow-1950s60s-2

Toshio Iwai— Piano as image

Georg Nees

Experiments in Art and Technology (E.A.T) — 9 Evenings (Exhibition)

The Dream Machine

The Living Brain

The artist as innovator

Schilling’s Optical System, 1983

inspired by Charles Wheatstones mirror stereoscope

THE SCHILLING EFFECT

The materiality of the cinematic apparatus

Eadweard Muybridge: morphing, freezing separating

Rebecca Cummings— Shadow Locomotion: 128 Years After Muybridge, The Red Barn, Stanford (2004)

wrong link—

Uncovering suppressed phenomena

Repetition into asset

Paul Demarnis— The Edison Effect

http://thestudio.uiowa.edu/tirw/TIRW_Archive/feb06/demarinis.html

sound and conductivity

Jeffery Shaw— Legible City

http://www.jeffreyshawcompendium.com/portfolio/legible-city/

Bicycling through a “city of words”

a “virtual urban space”

Michael Naimark— predecessor for google street view with Aspen City Map

BANFF!

Luc Courchesne

Lynn Hershman

Lisa Jevbratt, Mapping the Web Infome (2001)

Alex Galloway and the Radical Software Group (RSG), Carnivore (2001-present)

Gallery 9, an online exhibition at The Walker Art Center

Gallery 9 also became a penmannt home for other work/galleries, such as adobe by

Benjamin Weil, and Art Dirth, by G.H. Hovgimyan

Martin Watternberg, Idea Line

Wilhelm Agricola de Cologne * , [R][R][F] (Remembering-Repressing-Forgetting) (2003-present)

low-fi net art locator

allows guests to “curate” a selection of online projects

turbulence

Projects like low-fi and turbulence blur institutional boundaries

MASS MoCA, Your Show Here

Connections, Jon Alpert, Eric Green, Betsy Seder and Victoria Westmead

C@C- computer aided curating, Eva Grubinger (1993)

runme.org

Readme, software art festival, First held in Moscow

Cory Arcangel

@ Whitney : Protools

Gradients: Speak to a history of abstract paintings through use of humor

Bomb Iraq, 2005

Cory found a Macintosh TV computer at Salvation Army, on it was a homemade game called “Bomb Iraq”

Emulator and description

Barbara Fluxa, Proyecto Coche, Excavando El Final Del

Fernando Garcia-Dory, Museum Pastoral

Education platforms that can result from the works themselves

CODEC:

the tension between the back and the fornt end

A range of programs

“connect three points in space”

The backend, the code, as a form of creative writing

Audio Zone, Susan Collins, 1994

Museum Highlights, Andrea Fraser, 1989

Imagining Indians, Skawennati Tricia Fragnito, 2000

Struggled to get 6 computers into a gallery— was told they must also show the institution’s website

Shredder, Mark Napier, 1998

Shreds any web page into fragments of color /image/code

Said that some people might not understand that html code is part of the webpage structure; but that shouldn’t be threatening to the piece

KOP Kingdom of Piracy, Cheang, Medosch, Shikita (2002-)

Allowed people to come and download files onto CDs, as well as free CDs of open source software

I-Love-You virus (source code, displayed on gallery wall) Daniel Garcia Andujad

Signwave Auto Illustrator, Adrian Ward, can be used on your own computer or not

Ultima Ratio, Daniel Plewe

an example of something that needs a lot of explanation

SMS Museum Guide, digitalcraft.org

I love you, digitalcraft.org

Feedback, 010101 (2007)

Used “labels” only when necessary to supply information not illustrated in the art itself

SAM (Sound-Activated-Mobile), Edward Inhatowicz (1968)

Casey Reas

Roman Verostko

5voltcore, Shockbot Corejulio (2004)

Christa Sommerer and Laurent Mignonneau, Life Writer

Jean Tinguely, Tokyo Gal

Chico Macmurtrie, The Horny Childred , 2004

Hans Haacke, Condensation Cube, 1963

David Rokeby, n-Cha(n)t, 2011

Lygia Clarke, Dialogue: Goggles

Mirrors that are twisted so you see through the eyes (or the eys?) or other people

Hachiya Kazuhiko, interdiscommunication machine

see the perspective of the other person in headset

Data Dynamics, Whitney Museum 2001

DissemniNET, Sawad Brooks and Beth Stryker

Mapping a database of stories

Camouflage Town, Adrianne Wortzel: establishing a connection between physical and virtual space

A robot that could be controlled locally and over the internet, both here and there

Mapping movements in physical and virtual space

Point to Point, Mark Napier

http://www.potatoland.org/point/

Visitors created the artwork with their movement in space (developed for a museum)

Video camera displayed as line of texts

Mapping movements in physical and virtual space

[relate to Utterback’s Untitled 5, Snibbe’s Screen Series]

netomat, Maciej Wisniewsky

A “meta-browser” that in response to words and phrases typed by viewer, retrieves texts, images, etc. from internet, flows them onto the screen

Presents internet as a infinite space

Adaptable software

Mapping dataflow of internet

Apartment, Martin Wattenberg and Marek Walczak

Web only

2-d Component: viewers type words and texts, creating a two-dimension floor plan of rooms.

The architecture is based on the themes the words expressed, then translated into navigable 3D images, that are results of internet searches of original word

Mapping Language and thought

Reverses the “Memory Palace”

P-Soup, Mark Napier

Open Studio, Andy Deck

Mapping the Web Infome, Lisa Jevbratt

Carnivore, Alex Galloway and the Radical Software Group

Artist sets a parameter and invites other artists to create “clients” which then constitute as an artwork

9 Evenings: Theatre and Engineering, 1996

The 1986 Venice Biennale

Leicester Codex, Leonardo da Vinci

Your Show Here, MASS MoCA

invited gallery visitors to curate their own program from 100 different works.

Rafael Lozano-Hemmer, Body Movies (2001)

Camille Utterback, External Measure Series

Rectangle (2001)

Round (2001)

External Measures (2003)

Untitled 5 (2004): rule based painting

Untitled 6 2005

Abundance (2007)

Boundary Functions (1999): the user interaction varies from place to place based on the definition of personal space in each country

Scott Snibbe, Screen Series (2002-2003) [total of 6 pieces]

Shadow (2002)

Compliant (2002)

Impression (2003)

Depletion (2003)

Concentration (2003)

Deep Walls (2003): exploits viewers shadow play

Cory Arcangel, Super Mario Clouds (2002)

David Rokeby, Dark Matter (2010)

Danny Rozin, Wooden Mirror (1999)

Erwin Driessens and Maria Verstappen, Tickle Salon (2002)

Scott Kildall and Victoria Scott, No Matter (2008)

Mark Hansen and Ben Rubin Listening Post (2010)

Christa Sommerer and Laurent Mignonneau A-volve (1993-4)

Lynn Hershman Leeson, Difference Engine #3 (1995-6)

Random International, Rain Room 2012

Lieberman, Powderly, Roth, Sugrue, TEMPT1, Watson, Eye Writer (2009)

Manning, Weather Patterns (2012)

Nathaniel Stern, Compressions (2005 - )

Lungs (Slave Labor) 2005 and Coal Fired Computer (2010) by YoHa

Super Abstract Brothers, Beige Group (2000)

Surgeon Simulator, Bossa Studios (2003)

e-ink pearl memory, Yuki Pattison, 2012

Long player, Jem Finer

Shu Lea Cheang, Net Nomad — Buy one get one

Yes men

Ubermogren

Paolo Cirio, loophole4all.com

Heath Bunting

Eva and Franco Mattes : https://0100101110101101.org/works/

Notable works:

Reenactments

The Others

Life Sharing

Participatory Platforms and the Emergence of Art

http://runme.org/

How do you archive/keep a record emergence?

[bookzofkelz]

I have spent the last few days organizing this for the initial run of reading! I have to still add some in places. Also, I’m trying to keep my book buying to a minimum, so *fingers crossed* that I can find these for free or at the library! 

And as an addition to this year, a group of friends wanted to try reading some of the book to movies coming out this year. We shall see how that goes since I know there’s at least one I don’t want to read.

1. The Bookshop on the Corner, The Inventor’s Secret by Andrea Cremer, Take Back the Skies by Lucy Saxon, Sea of Poppies, Carry On, Camelot Burning by Kathryn Rose, Sandry's Book by Tamora Pierce, His Majesty’s Dragon, Malice, A Wizard of Earthsea,

2. TBD

3. Gurnesy Sweet Potato Society, Perks of Being a Wallflower, House of Leaves, Bridget Jones's Diary, Flowers of Algernon, The Historian, Cloud Atlas, Daddy-Long-Legs, Attachments, Dear Mr. Knightly,

4. TBD

5. TBD

6. Winter of the Gods, "Boy, Snow, Bird", Winter's Bone, Drums of Autumn, Winter's Tales

7. Fangirl, The Thirteenth Tale, The Princess Bride, The Name of the Wind, A Monster Calls, The Wrath & the Dawn, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

8. Good Omens, Will Grayson, Dash & Lily's Book of Dares, Welcome to Night Vale, Illuminae

9. The Rook, Bourne Identity, Casino Royale, The Da Vinci Code

10. Cat Sense, Dewey, Simon's Cat, I Am Pusheen the Cat, Time Cat, Into the Goddess's Hands, A Mango-Shaped Space, Catalyst

11. Cuckoo's Calling, The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket, Kenyon's

12. Me Before You, All the Light We Cannot See, The Alchemist, The 5 Love Language, John Dies at the End, Heart-Shaped Box, Let the Right One In, The Passage, World War Z, Horns,

13. Six of Crows, Wonder, All the Bright Places, The Foxhole Court, The Rosie Project, The Lightning Thief,

14. American Gods, The Glass Sentence, The Road, Great North Road, The Sun Also Rises,

15. The Hobbit, Alanna: The First Adventure

16. A Court of Wings and Ruin, Caraval, A Conjuring of Light,

17. The Golem and the Jinni, The Scorpio Races, LOTR, The Hobbit, Fantastic Beasts, Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights, Nights at the Circus,

18. TBD

19. Voracious

20. The Devil Wears Prada, Girlboss, Very Good Lives, Make Good Art,  You Are a Badass, Bossypants, Year to a Writing Life,

21. The Bees, The Left Hnad of Darkness, Stars and Ashes?

22. Metaltown, Clockwork Angels, Soulless, Boneshaker, The Difference Engine, The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, Ticker, Airborn,  The Court of the Air by Stephen Hunt,

23. Diabloic, A Tyranny of Petticoats: 15 Stories of Belles, Bank Robbers & Other Badass Girls, Water of Elephants, Lock In by John Scalzi, Red Rising,

24. Station Eleven, Wild, Serena by Rash, The Last One

25. TBD

26. Lagoon

27. Dracula, Matilda, Jane Eyre, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Coraline, Eragon, Mary Poppins, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

28. Gone with the Wind, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, The Book Thief, Memoirs of a Geisha, Outlander, World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War, The War of the Worlds, Ender's Game, Illuminae

29. Life of Pi, A Clockwork Orange, The Catcher in the Rye, Lolita, Wuthering Heights, Challenge Deeper, Bone Gap,

30. Illustrated HP, Hugo, The Marvels

31. TBD

32. Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, Kendrick, Felicia Day, Amy Polter, "Liar, Temptress, Soldier, Spy", My Life in France,

33. Outlander, The Time-Traveler's Wife, Doomsday Book, Kindred, The Anubis Gate

34. Tuesdays with Morrie,

35. The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, The Inn BoonsBoro Trilogy, The Dollhouse by Fiona Davis,

36. Very Good Live, Neil Gaiman, The World According to Mister Rogers: Important Things to Remember, Carrie Fisher,

37. A Wrinkle in Time, All the Bring Places, An Ember in the Ashes, The Gunslinger, A Monster Calls, Graceling, Hidden Figures,

38. The Halloween Tree, White Teeth, Dark Harvest, A Long Way Down,

39. Mortal Engines, The Paper Magician,

40. TBD

41. The Third Watchman, Archer's Goon by Diana Wynne Jones, “The Sorcerer’s House,” by Gene Wolfe,

42. The Little Paris Bookshop, Heartless, Six of Crows, Scythe, Cursed Child, Thirteen Reasons Why,

43. How a Mother Weaned Her Girl from Fairy Tales, Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Peaches for Father Francis

44. A Man Called Ove, The Glass Castle, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Moloka'i

45. The Namesake, The Joy Luck Club, White Teeth, Th Immigrants, The House on Mango Street, Middlesex

46. Hard Fantasy} Mistborn, Rivers of London,       Sword and Planet} A Princess of Mars       Gaslamp Fantasy} His Majesty's Dragons, Infernal Devices by Clare, The Magician's and Mrs. Quent       Postcyber Punk} The Diamond Age by Stephenson, Daemon by Daniel Suarez       Biopunk} The Wind up Girl, Leviathan Trilogy, Xenogenesis by Butler       Clockpunk} Whitechapel Gods by S. M. Peters, Mainspring by Jay Lake       Solarpunk} TBD

47. Sherlock, To Kill a Mockingbird, Library of Lost Souls, Discworld

48. A Game of Thrones, Gone with the Wind, Shogun, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, The Divine Comedy, Eye of the World

49. Catcher in the Rye 50. Gravity's Rainbow, Infinite Jest, Carry On,  Songs of Innocence and of Experience

51. TBD

52. American Gods, Percy Jackson,

1. TBD

2. Homecoming, To Kill a Mockingbird, Time-Traveler's Wife, Catcher in the Rye

3. The Book Thief, The Book of Speculation, The Book of Lost Things, Fangirl, Fahrenheit 451, Ink and Bone, The Little Paris Book Shop, Matilda, Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore, The Neverending Story, The Shadow of the Wind, The Thirteenth Tale, The Novel Cure

4.One Hundred Years of Solitude, Love in the Time of Cholera, City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, The House on Mango Street,

5. The House on Mango Street, Middlesex, The Namesake, The Kite Runner, White Teeth, Extremly Loud and Incredibly Close, The Girl With Ghost Eyes, Angela's Ashes

6. Lumberjanes,

7. Wonderful Wizard of OZ, Gone with the Wind, The Jungle, And Then There Were None, The Secret Garden, The Hobbit, 1984, The Wind in the Willows, Murder on the Orient Express, I Capture the Castle, Anne of Green Gables, Hemingway?, Peter Pan, A Little Princess, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The FOuntainhead, Of Mice and Men, The Maltese Falcon,

8. Eat Pray Love, Wild, A Walk in the Woods, My Life in France, Seven Years in Tibet,

9. Night Circus, ACOTAR, ACOMAF, TOG, The Hobbit, LOTR, Alanna, Black Jewels, Graceling, HP, Howl's Moving Castle, Kushiel's, Luck in the Shadows, Sunshine,

10. TBD

11. Elegance of the Hedgehog, The Palace of Illusions by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Lagoon,

12. Every Heart a Doorway, We Awaken by Calista Lynne, Quicksilver, Deadly Sweet Lies, The Beast of Callaire, The Ghost Bride, A Tyranny of Petticoats, And I Darken, The Dark Days Club, The Diviners, Etiquette & Espionage, The Friday Society, The Falconer, The Girl from Everywhere, The Clockwork Angel, Grave Mercy, Levaithan, Monstrumologist, My Lady Jane, Newt's Emerald, Ruby Red, A Shadow Bright and Burning, Silver in the Blood, Steel, The Crown's Game, These Vicious Masks, The Wrath and the Dawn, Walk on Earth a Stranger, This Dark Endeavor Wolf by Wolf, Ash, Bloody Chamber, Assassin's Apprentice, The Crystal Cave, Boneshaker, Daughter of Smake and Bone, An Ember in the Ashes, Doomsday Book, Flesh and Spirit, His Majesty's Dragon, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, The Killing Moon, Mr Fox, The Queen of Tearling, Rosemary and Rue, Sorcerer to the Crown, Soulless, Station Eleven, Swordpoint, Swamplandia

13. TBD

14. The Postmistress, All the Light We Cannot See, The Periodic Table by Primo Levi, The Kindly Ones by Jonathan Littell, The Gurnsey Literary and..., The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, "Liar, Temptress, Soldier Spy" by Karen Abbott

15. Sidekick one/Superhero ones, Adaptation, The Huntress,

16. The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (2007) by Sherman Alexie, Maus, Bone, Saga, The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Catcher in the Rye,

17. TBD

18. Kindred, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,

19. TBD

20. Drawn Together,

21. TBD

22. The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter, Changing Planes by Ursula K. Le Guin, Vampires in the Lemon Grove by Karen Russell

23. TBD

24. TBD