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TOWARD THEE I ROLL THOU ALL-DESTROYING YET UNCONQUERING SQUIRREL! FROM HELL’S HEART I STAB AT THEE FOR HATE’S SAKE I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE

TOWARD THEE I ROLL THOU ALL-DESTROYING YET UNCONQUERING SQUIRREL! FROM HELL’S HEART I STAB AT THEE FOR HATE’S SAKE I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE

Harry James Evans Potter Verres Kills a Dementor 
From Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality:

His wand rose into the starting position for the Patronus Charm.
Harry thought of the stars, the image that had almost held off the Dementor even without a Patronus. Only this time, Harry added the missing ingredient, he’d never truly seen it but he’d seen the pictures and the video. The Earth, blazing blue and white with reflected sunlight as it hung in space, amid the black void and the brilliant points of light. It belonged there, within that image, because it was what gave everything else its meaning. The Earth was what made the stars significant, made them more than uncontrolled fusion reactions, because it was Earth that would someday colonize the galaxy, and fulfill the promise of the night sky.
Would they still be plagued by Dementors, the children’s children’s children, the distant descendants of humankind as they strode from star to star? No. Of course not. The Dementors were only little nuisances, paling into nothingness in the light of that promise; not unkillable, not invincible, not even close. You had to put up with little nuisances, if you were one of the lucky and unlucky few to be born on Earth; on Ancient Earth, as it would be remembered someday. That too was part of what it meant to be alive, if you were one of the tiny handful of sentient beings born into the beginning of all things, before intelligent life had come fully into its power. That the much vaster future depended on what you did here, now, in the earliest days of dawn, when there was still so much darkness to be fought, and temporary nuisances like Dementors.
Mum and Dad, Hermione’s friendship and Draco’s journey, Neville and Seamus and Lavender and Dean, the blue sky and brilliant Sun and all bright things, the Earth, the stars, the promise, everything humanity was and everything it would become…
On the wand, Harry’s fingers moved into their starting positions; he was ready, now, to think the right sort of warm and happy thought.
And Harry’s eyes stared directly at that which lay beneath the tattered cloak, looked straight at that which had been named Dementor. The void, the emptiness, the hole in the universe, the absence of color and space, the open drain through which warmth poured out of the world.
The fear it exuded stole away all happy thoughts, its closeness drained your power and strength, its kiss would destroy everything that you were.
I know you now, Harry thought as his wand twitched once, twice, thrice and four times, as his fingers slid exactly the right distances,I comprehend your nature, you symbolize Death, through some law of magic you are a shadow that Death casts into the world.
And Death is not something I will ever embrace.
It is only a childish thing, that the human species has not yet outgrown.
And someday…
We’ll get over it…
And people won’t have to say goodbye any more…
The wand rose up and leveled straight at the Dementor.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Harry James Evans Potter Verres Kills a Dementor 

From Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality:

His wand rose into the starting position for the Patronus Charm.

Harry thought of the stars, the image that had almost held off the Dementor even without a Patronus. Only this time, Harry added the missing ingredient, he’d never truly seen it but he’d seen the pictures and the video. The Earth, blazing blue and white with reflected sunlight as it hung in space, amid the black void and the brilliant points of light. It belonged there, within that image, because it was what gave everything else its meaning. The Earth was what made the stars significant, made them more than uncontrolled fusion reactions, because it was Earth that would someday colonize the galaxy, and fulfill the promise of the night sky.

Would they still be plagued by Dementors, the children’s children’s children, the distant descendants of humankind as they strode from star to star? No. Of course not. The Dementors were only little nuisances, paling into nothingness in the light of that promise; not unkillable, not invincible, not even close. You had to put up with little nuisances, if you were one of the lucky and unlucky few to be born on Earth; on Ancient Earth, as it would be remembered someday. That too was part of what it meant to be alive, if you were one of the tiny handful of sentient beings born into the beginning of all things, before intelligent life had come fully into its power. That the much vaster future depended on what you did here, now, in the earliest days of dawn, when there was still so much darkness to be fought, and temporary nuisances like Dementors.

Mum and Dad, Hermione’s friendship and Draco’s journey, Neville and Seamus and Lavender and Dean, the blue sky and brilliant Sun and all bright things, the Earth, the stars, the promise, everything humanity was and everything it would become…

On the wand, Harry’s fingers moved into their starting positions; he was ready, now, to think the right sort of warm and happy thought.

And Harry’s eyes stared directly at that which lay beneath the tattered cloak, looked straight at that which had been named Dementor. The void, the emptiness, the hole in the universe, the absence of color and space, the open drain through which warmth poured out of the world.

The fear it exuded stole away all happy thoughts, its closeness drained your power and strength, its kiss would destroy everything that you were.

I know you now, Harry thought as his wand twitched once, twice, thrice and four times, as his fingers slid exactly the right distances,I comprehend your nature, you symbolize Death, through some law of magic you are a shadow that Death casts into the world.

And Death is not something I will ever embrace.

It is only a childish thing, that the human species has not yet outgrown.

And someday…

We’ll get over it…

And people won’t have to say goodbye any more…

The wand rose up and leveled straight at the Dementor.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Only three white blotches were painted on for stars; the rest appeared when you approached the canvas, and the oil in the night sky caught the exhibit’s lights.
Daniel Swenson, “A Gallery Haunting”
Are We Saving Too Much for Retirement? — A choose your own adventure.
The easiest way to read it online is through imgur or through the Capital Ideas blog. But if you’re in Hyde Park you should wander into Booth and pick up a free copy.

Are We Saving Too Much for Retirement? — A choose your own adventure.

The easiest way to read it online is through imgur or through the Capital Ideas blog. But if you’re in Hyde Park you should wander into Booth and pick up a free copy.

puella glamouri m-a-d-d-oka glamica

Which is the best working title?
  • Glamours
  • Glamour Children
  • Escape from the Scholomance
  • M-A-D-D
  • Lustre Days
  • Ghostbusters 2
How Humans Fight
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Or maybe ‘how I fight.’ Or maybe ‘why we fight.’ I dunno about the title. 

How Humans Fight

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Or maybe ‘how I fight.’ Or maybe ‘why we fight.’ I dunno about the title. 

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middlemarching:

so this could summarize my adulthood

middlemarching:

so this could summarize my adulthood

schrecksenmeistercaligari:

I’ve also somehow managed to forget that one of the minor human villains was time-themed (she’s called Slo-mo). I love her design. My favorite part of it is probably that set of watches on her arm - it looks almost like it was supposed to be some sort of makeshift gauntlet.

And here I thought I had been the first to invent a time traveler who has to keep like twelve different wristwatches to keep things straight.

When we do the novel version Wesslingsaung is going to be COVERED with wristwatches and dangling pocket watches because in a novel you don’t have to draw shit.