man ok. i have trouble figuring out capable. i put her into hufflepuff because angharad is 100% gryffindor, which, to me, makes capable definitely. um. not. she’s the woman behind the woman, you know? she’s brave, of course, but she’s not going to charge headfirst into anything, she’s not going to be as reckless as angharad. the only time you really see her doing anything dangerous is in defence of angharad (holding her back/hitting max to try and get him to turn around). mostly i think she is hufflepuff because she is unfailingly loyal. she would do anything for angharad, i’m absolutely certain of it. it’s angharad’s idea to go to the green place, and capable does it for angharad. it’s angharad’s idea to throw herself in front of furiosa, and capable does it for angharad. she is the rock of the group, i think, the one that cheedo goes to when she’s frightened, the one that toast goes to when she has an idea. i think, too, that her reaction to nux’s appearance makes her hufflepuff. i think a gryffindor would react far more aggressively (even if they do have a no-killing rule). but capable’s reaction is to comfort the person who needs comforting, even though she is probably needs it more. gryffindors want to save the world, capable just wants to keep her family together. capable is brave without bravado. capable is a hufflepuff because she gives nux a chance. because she adopts the vuvalini mourning gesture. because she listens to toast before she says her bit about going back. because she knows how important it is for nux to be there, as he’s meant to. because she witnesses him. she’s probably the sort of person who forgets to give herself some love, because she is so busy loving everyone else.
Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently
Explain
The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the Forest Clearing, the Sudden Misty Foggy Forest, the Bridge, the River, graveyards, in some cases
We also have a ton of american urban mythology around famous roadways and sites off the sides of roads
Archetypes like these occur to mark the places in the world where the veil goes thin and humans can have extra-worldly experiences, out of the ordinary way of living
So why wouldn’t transient spaces like rest stops where everyone is just passing through from one place to the next, never stopping for too long, not be a liminal space where spirits frequent, too
Especially since nobody would know if they were real or not
Ok but this speaks to me
I always feel like something isn’t quite right at rest stops
I once slept though three gas stations on a road trip, and the second the car started to slow to turn into a rest stop, I was basically wide awake.
My mom and I were on I-90 in a blizzard once and pulled off at the first exit we could find. Turns out that if we’d gone even a mile further, we would have happened on a 49-and-counting car pileup, and that 90 was closed for MILES. How we found an unblocked ramp was a matter of great debate, but where this gets weirder still is that at the bottom of the ramp was a closed truck stop and an open church full of teenagers–they went for youth group, the blizzard started, and they were stuck until the snow stopped. They fed us leftovers from their potluck dinner, prayed with us for safe travel, and when the snow let up they saw us on our way.
Three days later–Sunday–we were traveling back and decided to stop at that church to thank them. We found it thanks to the truck stop, but this time it was the truck stop that was open and the church that was closed. Neither of us remembered it looking so decrepit on the trip down, and granted we saw it first at night in a snowstorm, but you’d think we’d have noticed the boarded-up windows. So we asked in at the truck stop.
The church had been abandoned for ten years. And yet I still had one of their youth group programs under my sun visor, very clearly labeled for the previous week.
To this day I’m sure we crossed dimensions somewhere on I-90, and that’s how we stayed safe. You could tell me it’s because the truck stop was a liminal space and I’d 100% believe you.
I don’t mind when this post goes around again because sometimes I get stories like this
a bunch of Undertale doodlings from a couple weeks ago – finally got around to filter this stuff from the godforsaken mess that is my fanart folders B’ I
my college experiences that would make great fic prompts:
“i thought you were my new roommate’s boyfriend so i casually invited you in but you’re actually the RA of the dorm and now you think i want to have sex with you” au
“i accidentally flooded the laundry room and you really needed to do laundry” au
“i took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly” au
“we have to go camping together and share a sleeping bag even though we’re complete strangers” au
“the cereal dispenser in the dining hall broke while i was getting froot loops and now they’re all over the floor and you blame me ” au
“we argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside of class” au
starry-eyed 