Hello, everyone! This is Tammy’s assistant, Jae, here to announce something the two of us started kicking around as an idea when we saw how many followers Tammy was getting.
SO, HERE IT IS:
3,000 Follower Giveaway Celebration!
To celebrate passing this tumblr landmark, we’re going to be giving away 5 signed copies of her books (one for each winner). Here’s how it’s going to work.
1. There will be 5 winners total. Each will get to pick ONE of Tammy’s currently-published novels for signature.
2. You MUST be following her blog in order to participate. After all, this is a thank-you to all of those who pushed us over the 3,000 mark.
3. Each individual is allowed TWO entries, NO MORE. That’s a reblog and a like.
4. Entries will be allowed until March 25th, and this post will be periodically reblogged on Tammy’s tumblr until then to give everyone a fair shake.
On the 26th, I’ll pick 5 usernames at random and message the winners. This means you have to have your ask boxes open at that time. Winners will need to get back to me within a week with the book that they want signed and where I should send it. If I don’t receive a message from a winner within that week, or I can’t reach them via ask, I’ll pick someone new. Once I’ve heard from everyone, we’ll post a public congratulation to let everyone know that the contest is over.
Good luck, and thank you all for being here!
(look I finished grading early and indulged over my lunch break, don’t judge me)
A Mansfield Park/Captain America fusion in which the roles are reversed and Peggy Carter is the middle child of the Carter family of Mansfield Park. Peggy ignores her vapid younger sisters, Maria and Julia, in favour of climbing trees, learning Greek and Latin, riding horses, and learning to manage the estate like her older brother Tom. But as she grows older, she seethes as she watches Tom squander the opportunities she would give her right arm for.
When Peggy is fifteen, her distant cousin, Steven Rogers, arrives to live with the Carters at Mansfield Park. Shy, insecure, and sickly, Steve is the butt of Peggy’s sister’s jokes, and Tom bullies the timid Steve to the point of tears.
Peggy literally trips over Steve as he’s sitting on the back stairs to the attic, crying out of sheer homesickness, and convinces Steve to pour his troubles into her ear. By the end of it, Peggy has heard all about about James, Steve’s dashing older brother who is a midshipman in the Royal Navy. She has also realised that if her father and Tom are going to neglect Steve, then it’s up to her to give him the education they’ve both been denied. They embark upon a self-taught course of theology, mathematics, science, and finance, burgling Mr. Carter’s study as necessary.
When Peggy is sent off to London for her first Season, she thinks she might die of loneliness and sheer boredom. Considered a headstrong bluestocking by the families of the ton, her only comfort is in her letters from Steve, sly and funny and honest with clever little sketches in the margins.
Not sure where it’s going after this but obviously endgame is Peggy/Steve
This is beautiful
comic book meme + five favorite female characters
↳ kate bishop - hawkeye
"she is without a doubt the finest and most gifted bowman i’ve ever met but she’s like nine years old and spoiled rotten. she’s pretty great.”
The Fields of Vik, Iceland (by Aubrey Stoll)
I remember those flowers! (Lupine, I think!)
the only thing i want from the good omens tv/movie is queen playing at inappropriate times
The Magic Begins
↳ a scene you really wanted to be in the movies, but wasn’t: fleur’s speech after bill gets attacked by greyback at the end of hbp
getting attached to an unpopular ship with little to none fanfics
Briar unexpectedly finds himself in a fatherly role
((bored at midnight with a beer in me. optimal writing conditions.))
The girl couldn’t have been more than four or five, Briar thought. But the sadness in her face made her look much older. She clutched a battered, dirty rag doll to her chest with both hands and looked at Briar as if he might steal it as he crouched down next to her.
"Hello," he said, making his voice as kind as he could, soft as moss. "I’m Briar. What’s your name?"
She didn’t say anything, just shrank back and hugged her doll harder.
"It’s all right," he said. "I’m not going to hurt you. I just saw that you had an ouch on your arm, and I thought maybe you’d let me take a look at it. I’m a mage, and I might be able to make it better."
She hesitated, then stuck out her arm. The blood around the cut had dried, mixed with dirt and grime. Briar uncorked his waterskin and dampened his handkerchief, then began wiping away the muck. It wasn’t a very deep cut, he thought, but it was long—reaching nearly from elbow to shoulder.
"I hope the other fellow looks worse," he said lightly, and was gratified to see a tiny smile flicker across the little girl’s lips.
"I’m Jo," she said. She held out her doll with her free hand. "This is Muma."
"Nice to meet you, Jo, Muma," Briar said, tucking his now blood-stained handkerchief away and opening up his mage kit. He took out a small jar of salve. "This might sting, Jo. But the sting makes it get better, so I’m going to need you to be brave, all right?" She nodded. He gently spread the salve along her arm, wincing in sympathy as Jo whined.
"Good girl, Jo," he said, and fetched out a roll of linen bandages. He carefully wrapped her arm and, with a touch of his power, sent the linen fibers weaving into themselves to seal the bandage. Carefully he stowed the bandages and the salve back in his mage kit. "You’re all done," he said, smoothing Jo’s dark curls.
She surprised him by flinging her arms around his neck. He hugged her back, gently, and was even more surprised when she climbed into his lap and sat down. ”You’re nice,” she told him, cradling Muma in her arms. ”Not like the man who cut me. He was mean. He got mad because I was in the way of his lady. So he took out his knife and cut my arm.” She frowned. ”He tried to take Muma away, too.”
"Some folk are just mean," Briar said. "I used to know some like that. They’ll never be happy, that’s for sure." Jo nodded. "Now tell me, where are your ma and da?" he asked.
Jo shrugged. ”Haven’t got any,” she said. ”Never knew my da, and I dunno where my ma is now. I got lost in market and she never came to find me.”
Briar’s heart twisted. He knew far too well what happened when children were left to fend for themselves on the streets. Especially little girls. He tried to decide what to do with Jo. Could he take her to Discipline? He wanted to, but Lark and Rosethorn had their hands full already, with three mage-students, one not much older than Jo. He sighed. He was no Tris, forever bringing home strays. But he couldn’t just leave Jo here.
Jo turned in his lap to face him. ”You could be my da,” she suggested casually. ”I like you. I seen you here afore, at Urda’s House.”
"I’d make a very bad da," Briar said. But what choice did he have? He could at least bring her to the house at Cheeseman Street and give her a roof over her head. She could learn to work in the garden. At least she would be protected from life on the streets. He’d done it for Evvy. He could do it again for Jo.
He got to his feet, picking up Jo as he did so and settling her on his hip. ”I probably won’t be any good at this,” he warned her. ”But even if I’m a bad da, you’ll have three of the best mas in the world.” He picked up his mage kit and together he and Jo started for home.
Book Ron was an interesting, attractive and relatable character, and I feel that the movies really unfairly relegated him to the position of comic relief. The dynamics of the trio had to be simplified into hero + heroine + mascot, and that robbed us of a truly fascinating character. So here are a few things you should remember:
1. He really is poor and it matters. HP may have huge issues when it comes to representations of race and sexuality, but deserves a round of applause for having a character come from a low-income background, with the fact of their poverty not glossed over but made into a plot point. JKR is really consistent about this – about the things Ron eats and wears and buys and doesn’t buy, the way he reacts when Harry unwittingly flaunts his own wealth. Poorer kids who have to go without brand name clothes will see themselves in Ron, and richer kids will learn that poverty isn’t something you deserve. Kids who empathize with Ron because he can’t afford to replace a broken wand are less likely to grow up to be assholes who complain about the extravagant lifestyle of people on welfare.
2. He has knowledge about the world. Out of the trio, he is the only real insider in wizarding society. Hermione is the one who knows magical theory and basically everything that can be found in a library. But when it comes to wizarding society and all of its habits, rules and unspoken assumptions, he is the one who can fill the other two in. Throughout the course of the septology, he does almost as much exposition as Hermione.
3. He is actually quite intelligent. Despite what the movies would have you believe, he is not dumb. He is mediocre in most of his schoolwork, and lacks Hermione’s booksmarts, but he is an excellent chess player, meaning he possesses good strategic abilities. He is the one who keeps a calm head while throttled by Devil’s Snare, and he talks Hermione through saving both their lives. He has decent observational skills, after all he was to one to spot inconsistencies in Hermione’s third-year time table. Seeing his common sense and social insight as less valuable than Hermione’s academic knowledge betrays an inherently flawed definition of intelligence. (Especially since academic knowledge tends to be gendered as male, and social knowledge as female, think of Poirot and Miss Marple.)
4. He is loyal. He is the embodiment of loyalty. The movies erase some of the most poignant moments proving this, and hand some of them over to Hermione. But it is Ron who stands in front of Harry, daring Sirius Black to kill them both, despite his broken leg. It is Ron who repeatedly defies Malfoy and even Snape to protect Hermione from verbal abuse. When his mother believes tabloid lies about Hermione, he takes Hermione’s side. When his brother tells him to stop being friends with Harry because of the political risk, he is so furious at the suggestion that he tears up the letter. He is unthinkingly loyal to his friends, this is why it is such a big deal that he leaves in the seventh book – because it contradicts who he really is.
5. He is genuinely funny. In the movies we are more likely to laugh at Ron than laugh with him, and the jokes he makes tend to be somewhat juvenile. But in the books his sense of humour evolves with him and with the reader, leading to this dry, snarky, irreverent tone that is genuinely very enjoyable. Ron is fun to read, and he sounds like someone who would be lots of fun to be around. He jokes a lot, but it is rarely spiteful, and often meant to comfort or distract someone – a proof of emotional intelligence.
6. He is kind. I don’t really how to put this, other than the fact that if Ron was a girl, he would be immediately defined as a caretaker. He stays in Hogwarts over Christmas so that Harry doesn’t have to be alone. He often acts oblivious and selfish on the surface, but ultimately he really obviously pays attention to the wellbeing of his friends. From his words and actions and body-language we can piece together the sort of person who can make life suck less just by showing up, who is always there for his friends even if he cannot do anything specific to help.
7. He has a huge inferiority complex. The movies hardly touch on it but in the books it is his main character arc. He feels inferior to his brothers’ achievements, to Harry’s chosen status, to Hermione’s intelligence. It is explicitly stated in book four that he doesn’t understand how can someone not want to be chosen. The books are far more clear in implying that he gets together with Lavander because he’s insecure about romance. The Horcrux doesn’t get to him through his love for Hermione like it does in the movie, it gets to him through the nagging suspicion that he has never been good enough for anything or anyone ever, including Hermione. And the movie laughed off the scene after the destruction of the Horcrux, when Harry finally gets how much Ron suffered of this fear of being second best and Ron gets that Harry never chose to be chosen. But fear of being inadequate is the primary driving force of Ron throughout the septology, and the movie fails to see value in Ron just as Ron fails to see value in himself: his caring, his loyalty, his wealth of non-academic knowledge and his awesome sense of humour are not tangible achievements, and they are not something somebody notices about themselves.
Movie Ron is the person book Ron is afraid of being in his lowest moments, an incompetent oaf who makes rude jokes and chews with his mouth open, somebody their friends only keep around out of pity and habit, somebody Hermione would have to settle for out of a lack of better options. But book Ron, for all his flaws, is a loyal, funny and warm person with many valuable practical skills. Also: I can imagine Hermione regularly thanking her lucky stars for ending up with someone as amazing as him.
I just reread Protector of the Small and had an epiphany:
To me, the most frightening character in any of Tamora Pierce’s books is Joren of Stone Mountain.
Duke Roger, Ozorne, Imajane, and even Berenene and the killers in The Circle Opens are all quite villainous, but none of them terrifies me quite like Joren.
This is because I have had the good fortune never to stumble across the paths of any power-hungry ruthless killers, and certainly not any who operate at the highest levels of politics. Duke Roger might be a smooth-talking, unprincipled murderer, and I can identify with Alanna’s frustration at knowing something is wrong and being unable to put her finger on it (and then being unable to tell anyone), but I myself have never been face-to-face with this sort of evil.
I have, however, known far too many Jorens.
You know who I’m talking about:
The handsome boy in high school who cracked rape jokes with his friends.
The guy in university who complained loudly that there was no need for Women’s Studies, and that “feminazis” were infringing upon the rights of men.
The relative who used one case of false accusation to claim that most rape victims are liars, and if women are dressed like sluts, what do they expect to happen anyways?
The friend who argues that women’s hockey isn’t as interesting because the players just aren’t as good, ignoring the fact that 1.) the players are, in fact, phenomenal and 2.) unlike male players, who are paid six-figure salaries to dedicate themselves to their sport, female players are not paid to play and must schedule training and practice around school or a job.
The successful coworker who complained about women and minorities expecting handouts and needing to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, failing to understand that his own success was just as much a product of his race, gender, and socioeconomic privilege as it was his own efforts.
I have known these boys and men, and I have watched them get a free pass from a culture that condones their misogyny.
Roger, Ozorne, Imajane, Berenene: these are villains of fantasy. Wicked and scary, they have characteristics that I might encounter in the real-world, but only on a smaller scale. Unless I become a high-profile politician, activist, spy, or detective, chances are good that I won’t encounter these villains personally. I can lock them safely within ink-and-paper prisons, and I can celebrate with Alanna, Daine, Aly, Sandry, Tris, Daja, and Briar as they are defeated.
But I encounter the Jorens of this world on an almost daily basis. The violent misogyny Joren perpetrates — verbal, physical, and political — is the lived experience of myself and my friends. Even after his death, there are others who voice his views and take his place. The problems he represents can be fought, and sometimes even defeated, but the fight continues even after his death. This is a villain who cannot be locked safely inside the story and put back on the shelf.
This is why I find Joren the most terrifying of all Pierce’s villains: the sort of evil he represents is not fantasy. For myself, and I would guess for many readers, it is reality.
(note to mods: I’m not sure what your tagging policies are, but if you could please tag this post misogyny tw, rape tw, and sexual assault tw I would really appreciate it. Thank you!)Disagreeing about the “unlikely to encounter an Imajane” because have you seen the state of the world lately (or for the last several centuries)??? Other than that, yes, exactly.
So I was the OP (tumblrite?? idk) who submitted this to fytortall, and I did consider whether or not Imajane was someone I would ever encounter. I ultimately decided that no, she belonged with the other villains I listed. I didn’t mean to imply that these villains don’t have real-world equivalents! Because I think they do!
But. I live in the United States, with all the privileges that that country has to offer, and I tried to acknowledge that when I said
Unless I become a high-profile politician, activist, spy, or detective, chances are good that I won’t encounter these villains personally.
I’m a broke, nerdy post-grad, and I don’t play on that level (Dear Universe, Please do not turn this post into a cosmic joke and make my new boss an Imajane Rittevon). It’s not that Imajanes don’t exist in “our world”, or that those persons haven’t had devastating impacts, but my personal life has not been immediately affected by those leaders, and I fully admit that’s a direct consequence of the privilege I have as an American citizen.
Which is not to say that inequality and racism and institutionalized oppression don’t occur in this country. They absolutely do! But it’s not quite on the same scale as what Imajane inflicts, and that’s what I was trying to get at in my post.
When I was writing this post, I was trying to figure out why I had such a visceral reaction to Joren, a reaction that far outstripped my feelings towards any of the other villains in the Tortall or Emelan ‘verses. As you (rightly) note, if we look at human history, both in terms of current events and the over the past several centuries, I could easily point out Imajanes, Berenenes, Ozornes, and Rogers. I read Imajane as a woman who is the power behind a declining oppressive colonial regime, and she is so power-hungry that she destabilizes the country to the point of revolution. But I haven’t met anyone like Imajane personally, and that’s why Joren really got to me as a villain. Joren is not a ruler or family member of a ruling power. He is Kel’s peer. I haven’t had my country destablized by a scheming, power-hungry unscrupulous ruler to the point of revolution, but I have experienced peers whose casual and not-so-casual misogyny has made my school and workplace uncomfortable and at times hostile.
TL;DR: I just wanted to acknowledge that yes, there are Imajanes at work in the world today, but I was speaking about my subjective experience as a reader and I didn’t mean to erase the suffering and oppression that such real-life individuals cause. (Also, I would love to have a discussion about historical inspirations for some of Pierce’s characters and certain characters that we see as having counterparts in the world today!)
One of the many great things about Some Like It Hot is that it totally recognises what it’s like for women to be objectified. The first time you see Sugar, it’s that iconic pan-up jello-on-springs shot, where she is just The Object. But Jerry and Joe almost immediately learn what it’s like to be the object of sexual harassment. And Jerry, who here wants to be “a bull again”, by the end of the film has embraced his Daphne persona and realised that femininity isn’t just something to be either objectified or rejected.
tl;dr this film says more interesting things about gender and sexual politics than most media today.
You don’t know how much I love this movie.
This is all true.