I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…
Skin patches? Birthmarks?
Scars? Stretch marks?
Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?
Missing a few pieces?
handsome as ever~
Feel like you just look weird?
you’re fantastic looking~
THIS is the best post ever.
If Harry Potter’s kids use the “My father was the chosen one” excuse while they’re at Hogwarts to avoid homework and tests, and generally goof off in class, they’ll become the ‘Draco Malfoy’s’ of their generation. In fact, I bet they’d tease Malfoy’s kid, Scorpius, for being the son of their dad’s school enemy, and it’s not like Scorpius has a clan of Death Eater’s kids to surround him with support. If there are children of former Death Eater’s at Hogwarts, they’d probably ignore him, since his family was disgraced. So, the circle of bullying would be complete. James and Albus would be the little punks who terrorized the poor outcast kid and tried to avoid consequences by pointing to their influential and powerful father, and their main victim would have no one to support him, least of all his now disgraced father Draco, who probably never wants to set foot in that school again.
I bet Professor Neville would have to sit them down and explain how it feels to be the lonely outcast, before calling in their father for a nighttime visit. Then Harry would sit his kids down by that Gryffindor common rom fireplace in the squashy armchairs, and tell them the real story of his journey as the ‘chosen one’ and how it was sometimes very cold and lonely, and how Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione were sometimes the only thing keeping him going. How he slept in a broom cupboard, and didn’t get christmas or birthday presents. How being ‘chosen’ meant that he lost everything dear to him; his parents, their friends and his protectors, his first best friend Hedwig, and his first savior Dobby. And they would see their hero-dad clearly for the first time. The next day, they’d invite Scorpius to their great hall table, breaking the traditions of house-dining that had been set for centuries and ending the terrible cycle of bullying the little-man, and somewhere, Dumbledore’s portrait smiles, as his eyes sparkle behind those half-moon spectacles.
I want a story about a Muggle-born kid who’s obsessed with superheroes and comics
And they enter Wizarding school and learn about magical law and how they are supposed to stay hidden from Muggles
But all they really want is to use their magic to be a real-life superhero for Muggles and magic folk alike
So they practice on the school grounds, going around and stopping bullies and studying charms for defense
And dreaming of getting to go home and do the same for their Muggle friends But knowing they can’t So instead they take the strategies they learned in dealing with bullies and go home for the summer and give advice and they stick up for their old friends every summer until they graduate and then they sneakily use magic at night to help those in need
But clearly, she still thinks about the characters. Still imagines what they’re up to. Still understands that we want to know, too.
I’ll say it again: if Harry’s got a new scar, J.K. Rowling knows how he got it, and that means there’s a story.
And for the first time in a long time, I think it’s one she might be willing to tell.
During the Bubonic Plague, doctors wore these bird-like masks to avoid becoming sick. They would fill the beaks with spices and rose petals, so they wouldn’t have to smell the rotting bodies.
A theory during the Bubonic Plague was that the plague was caused by evil spirits. To scare the spirits away, the masks were intentionally designed to be creepy.
Mission fucking accomplished
Okay so I love this but it doesn’t cover the half of why the design is awesome and actually borders on making sense.
It wasn’t just that they didn’t want to smell the infected and dead, they thought it was crucial to protecting themselves. They had no way of knowing about what actually caused the plague, and so one of the other theories was that the smell of the infected all by itself was evil and could transmit the plague. So not only would they fill their masks with aromatic herbs and flowers, they would also burn fires in public areas, so that the smell of the smoke would “clear the air”. This all related to the miasma theory of contagion, which was one of the major theories out there until the 19th century. And it makes sense, in a way. Plague victims smelled awful, and there’s a general correlation between horrible septic smells and getting horribly sick if you’re around what causes them for too long.
You can see now that we’ve got two different theories as to what caused the plague that were worked into the design. That’s because the whole thing was an attempt by the doctors to cover as many bases as they could think of, and we’re still not done.
The glass eyepieces. They were either darkened or red, not something you generally want to have to contend with when examining patients. But the plague might be spread by eye contact via the evil eye, so best to ward that off too.
The illustration shows a doctor holding a stick. This was an examination tool, that helped the doctors keep some distance between themselves and the infected. They already had gloves on, but the extra level of separation was apparently deemed necessary. You could even take a pulse with it. Or keep people the fuck away from you, which was apparently a documented use.
Finally, the robe. It’s not just to look fancy, the cloth was waxed, as were all of the rest of their clothes. What’s one of the properties of wax? Water-based fluids aren’t absorbed by it. This was the closest you could get to a sterile, fully protecting garment back then. Because at least one person along the line was smart enough to think “Gee, I’d really rather not have the stuff coming out of those weeping sores anywhere on my person”.
So between all of these there’s a real sense that a lot of real thought was put into making sure the doctors were protected, even if they couldn’t exactly be sure from what. They worked with what information they had. And frankly, it’s a great design given what was available! You limit exposure to aspirated liquids, limit exposure to contaminated liquids already present, you limit contact with the infected. You also don’t give fleas any really good place to hop onto. That’s actually useful.
Beyond that, there were contracts the doctors would sign before they even got near a patient. They were to be under quarantine themselves, they wouldn’t treat patients without a custodian monitoring them and helping when something had to be physically contacted, and they would not treat non-plague patients for the duration. There was an actual system in place by the time the plague doctors really became a thing to make sure they didn’t infect anyone either.
These guys were the product of the scientific process at work, and the scientific process made a bitchin’ proto-hazmat suit. And containment protocols!
reblogging for the sweet history lesson