That was actually my first thought (because the souls in the painting I think was from there??), but the bookmark note implied that the changes they believed happened were beyond the part of the story that Mavrik wrote. so idk tbh.
I thought Fleur killed that kid in the second task BY burning down a house, so they’re probably remembering that. And I think they’ve got George and Harry’s targets mixed up – there was an explanation for the mummy but not for the guy in the wall. Love your fic, hopefully this comment is okay ��
I thought of that too, but even then Fleur killed the kid using a cutting curse before the fire killed it. Also, even then it’s just one person.
Oh well, I’ll just forget about it.
Thank you! ❤
I’m reading a bookmark someone left on TTN and I’m legitimately tripping out???
What original tasks? How can you miss something that was never there? There was no explanation abt the painter bcz I didn’t want to include it in the story (but I think I did explain it to someone eithere here on tumblr or in an ao3 comment). When did Fleur burn down a house??? Sorry she’s only moderately brutal, what with killing handicapped kids and leaving people in cages. Should’ve known that a house fire is worse.
What the fuck is going on????
And again: WHAT ORIGINAL TASKS????
I get really weird fucking comments regularly, to the point where I don’t respond to ANY comment anymore. But every now and then someone rly confuses me and I just??? what?????
real power is going outside knowing you look ugly and also knowing that if you chose to perform femininity in accordance with patriarchal standards you could look attractive, but genuinely prefering to look ugly and not feeling bad about it. feels good feels organic
True, honest, genuine power is going outside knowing you look gorgeous bc you don’t need to perform hyper femininity the way men want you to and that you can be stunning despite patriarchal ideals
i appreciate the intent but i actually made this post in direct response to the liberal feminist tendency to widen the parameters of “beauty” rather than challenging the concept itself and specifically the notion that women must be beautiful to be valuable, and as such my choice of words was very deliberate—i have no interest in being assured i am beautiful and a great deal of interest in existing without being told i must be such. this post is not self-deprecating and does not call for bathroom-stall platitudes. ugliness in women is threatening and i embrace that.
marlowfication 