The winter garden: December has not brought any snowfall yet, but on cold mornings the garden is rimed with frost, transforming it into a silver and gold wonderland. Ethereal Molinia fan like champagne gold peacocks unfurled; encrusted silver wands of Echium and Monarda scepters stand slender in contrast. There are ruined watch towers of Miscanthus and Echinops baubles, along with the silvered disks of sedum and achillea.
A great argument for leaving the garden standing for the winter.
1. If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
-> my tumblr, my instagram, my browser history, my sketchbook, my work diary and my camera roll.
4. Do you like your name? Is there another name you think would fit you better?
-> My name is Wiebke and I think it doesn’t suit me that well because it means woman and I don’t feel particularly feminine. The sound is okay though and its other meaning (warrior) is alright. I’d love to have a more gender-neutral name. In RPGS, I sometimes go by Niels, which is a boy’s name and too masculine if I use it on its own, so mostly I just use the initials W.N.R. (or just W or WR), combining WIebke, Niels and my last name.
15. five most influential books over your lifetime.
-> There’s more than five. Harry Potter. “Drachenreiter” and the Ink World trilogy by Cornelia Funke and “Eragon” by Christopher Paolini because they made my imagination burn inside my chest. “The Black Magician’s Guild” “The Age of the Five” by Trudi Canavan. All of my dad’s old books about faraway places, ancient civilisations and animals (and birds in particular). The Dragonball and Yu-Gi-Oh mangas my brother and me read over and over again. “Die Wellenläufer-Trilogie” und “Die Wolkenvolk-Trilogie” by Kai Meyer. Goethe’s “Faust”. “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. Joanne Harris’ “Runemarks” made me learn Norse runes. There’s so many more – I basically spent my childhood and earlier teenage years reading all the time and missing out on life because I was so busy absorbing fictional worlds.
17. Would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?
-> It represents past me, but I have become a lot happier and a lot less frustrated and sad recently.
18. What’s your patronus?
-> My initial answer was “a pegasus or a unicorn” but that sounds incredibly conceited, so I don’t know. Something big and stong and powerful.
20. Would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?
-> Middle Earth for the landscape (anecdote: I do everything for the landscape, I’ll probably study either landscape architecture oder landscape ecology in October). Hogwarts would be fun because it has magic in a relatively safe and familiar environment. I would want to be in a world where I could have magic powers such as flight or transformation though, and a world full of magical creatures.
29. three songs that you connect with right now.
-> David Bowie: “Heroes” (it made me cry yesterday when I was on the back of a pickup truck with the first group of people who truly accepted and honestly liked me and who made me feel acknowledged and good about myself). Muse: “Defector” and “Revolt” in contrast to “Mercy” and “Map of the Problematique” (I don’t feel connected to the songs in particular, but I did connect with MotP last year and don’t do so anymore). NOT Tame Impala: “Music to Walk Home By”and “Apocalypse Dreams” anymore (unlike the past two years)..
Idk, I just can’t connect to music they way I used to, when the songs filled my entire being. Being more content and happy has made the influence of music decrease drastically!
30. Pick one of your favorite quotes.
There used to be so many, but they don’t seem to apply anymore. I’ve changed a lot in the past few months and my life has kind of started again, leaving everything that happened so far as a vibrant, yet distant memory.
“But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. (…) You are alive.” by Stephen Chbosky. Also “Every man is happy until happiness is suddenly a goal.” (from Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control by Tame Impala).
Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky, when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire. Slytherin is the faint trace of cigarette smoke curling from your lips. Slytherin is sushi, is apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch. Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork. Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here. Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest. Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves. Slytherin is the person you’d trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one you’d kill for. Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals. Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall. Slytherin is sarcasm and wit. Slytherin is determination in the face of fear. Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe. Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary.
And Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside. Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because it’s too much it’s too much it’s too- and wiping the tears and standing anyway, because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.
Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies and endless green fields. Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare. Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn. Gryffindor is parties that go all night. Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky. Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them they’re wrong. Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap. Gryffindor is the love of horror games. Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry. Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds. Gryffindor is raising your hand in class. Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a hand picked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy. Gryffindor is defending, even if it’s defending someone you hate against someone you love, because Gryffindor stands up for what is right.
And Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules. Gryffindor is choosing the ‘morally correct’ option even if it means more are hurt. Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.
Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards. Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky. Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade. Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words. Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend. Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smarts, Ravenclaw is always asking why, Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams. Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe and the teacher can’t read the notes you were passing in class. Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldn’t be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things. Ravenclaw is challenging the status quo and ‘there’s always another option’. Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away. Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to. Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind. Ravenclaw is a pile of books that you’ll read – you will, you promise – one day. Ravenclaw is looking up and… hell, when did it get to be three thirty AM, you have classes in five hours, you… another half hour won’t hurt. Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize it’s ensnared you tightly and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
And Ravenclaw is addiction, to coffee, to drugs, anything to get that clarity and that swooping feeling. Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is ‘revenge is a dish best served cold’. Ravenclaw is shutting up and never asking for help, because you’re smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.
Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters and punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them. Or just because the punch was really satisfying. Hufflepuff is spring, Hufflepuff is winter melting away and basking in the sunlight. Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen. Hufflepuff is having the messiest rooms and yet knowing exactly where to find everything. Hufflepuff is ‘there’s no such thing as too much chocolate’. Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine. Hufflepuff is honestly not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Hufflepuff is ‘you’re never too old for…“ Hufflepuff is beating the crap out of people who destroy what a Hufflepuff believes in. Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control. Hufflepuff is getting shit done while everyone else argues. Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks as well as Hufflepuffs in every dormitory because they have friends in every house and no one minds a ‚puff sleeping over now and then. Hufflepuff is honey badger don’t care and angry momma bear. Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are. Hufflepuff is enduring scorn. Hufflepuff is a bumblebee hat on a Slytherin’s head because, despite whatever your mascot may be, YOU are a human and humans have ears and just wear the damned hat you asshole; a plate of supper next to a Ravenclaw and if you don’t eat it I will shove it down your throat with my own claws; a tightly wrapped bandage around a Gryffindor’s sprained arm and a surprisingly painful punch to the other shoulder because you NEED to stop nearly dying, thank you. Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship. Hufflepuff is the first ones to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference.
And Hufflepuff is loneliness, is the intense desire for friendship. Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn. Hufflepuff is the sting of betrayal and abandonment that cuts so much more deeply then with others. Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, Hufflepuff is loving the wrong person. Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks.
tl;dr
Slytherins are NOT evil.
Gryffindors are NOT assholes.
Ravenclaws are NOT heartless.
Hufflepuffs are NOT weak.Thank you and have a nice day.
I hate when you wanna talk about something that bothers you but you feel like you’ve already talked about it too much, so you just hold it in
I hate feeling like I’m not living enough. like I’m not experiencing enough
- if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
- have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?
- list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.
- do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better?
- do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?
- are you religious/spiritual?
- do you care about your ethnicity?
- what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?
- are you an artist?
- do you have a creed?
- describe your ideal day.
- dog person or cat person?
- inside or outdoors?
- are you a musician?
- five most influential books over your lifetime.
- if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?
- would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?
- what’s your patronus?
- which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?
- would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?
- do you love easily?
- list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.
- how often would you want to see your family every year?
- have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?
- could you live as a hermit?
- how would you describe your gender/sexuality?
- do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?
- on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?
- three songs that you connect with right now.
- pick one of your favorite quotes.
first time I actually love these questions
Ask me these
The Light in the Sky 