and then satan said “let there be a skip limit and no back button on 8tracks”
And then the angels said “Ah but let there be 8hacks”
but real talk why don’t more people appreciate the fact that marauders and co were the class of 78
do you realize what this means
JAMES AND SIRIUS ROCKING THE VELVET SUITS. LILY DANCING TO DISCO AT HER WEDDING WHILE PETER FALLS OVER IN THE PLATFORM SHOES JAMES MADE HIM WEAR. REMUS QUIETLY BUT PASSIONATELY INSISTING THAT WE NEED TO CARE THAT MARGARET THATCHER WAS ELECTED. THAT MUGGLE POLITICS MATTERS BECAUSE THEY MIGHT NOT BE LIVING IN OUR WORLD BUT WE ARE STILL LIVING IN THEIRS
Pretty sure David Bowie is secretly a wizard.
“The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognised you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother Lily’s. Oh yes, I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumour has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them than you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.”
Dear tumblr staff,
stop. its ok. you don’t need to do these things. just focus on functionality(like the video player). we don’t need these little updates when somethings(like the video player) need your focus. thank you for your time but really, tumblr looks great. try to fix more important things(like the video player) so that we can all properly enjoy the features of tumblr(like the video player)
I’m really sad because I’ve come to the realization that once the new series of Doctor Who airs I don’t really know if I even want to watch it.
It’s like when your best friend from middle school slowly turns into a person you can’t stand being around.
Friendly reminder that spirit animals are sacred and revered to certain indigenous/natives, whom generally experience some of the worst socioeconomic statuses in the U.S. due to white governments, and using “spirit animal” to describe a person you admire is appropriative and disrespectful.
Consider the word patronus instead?
Everyone would have agreed it was a shame that two weeks passed before Professor Flitwick realized why the child’s feather was failing to rise. “Louder, boy!” he instructed, when he finally reached the far left corner of the classroom to observe the student’s wandwork.
“Wingar——dium leviosa” the boy had said.
“Don’t pause in the middle, say it smoothly, like this.” Professor Flitwick demonstrated, the feather floating gracefully up a dozen inches then settling back to the desk. “Again!”
And that was when the professor had nodded in understanding and quickly ushered the child to the infirmary.
“No wonder he’s been so shy since he arrived, the poor thing’s ashamed to speak,” he explained to a bustling Madam Pomfrey. She shook three drops of Graphorn Gall onto the terrified boy’s tongue—expensive, but worth it for the permanent fix—flicked her wand twice and spoke the explicare charm. There was a quick red glow across his chin, and a loud pop that made him startle. The boy reached up tentatively to his lips.
“There, let’s hear you now.”
“Wingardium leviosa,” the boy said quietly.
“Ah ha! Very good,” exclaimed Madam Pomfrey. “Back to class, you’ll have those feathers flying in no time.” She escorted them out with a smile, placed her vial of Graphorn Gall back on the shelf, and proceeded to forget the incident entirely.
She wasn’t there to see the boy’s shy eyes when he greeted his parents at King’s Cross in December, his mother gasping at his free-flowing words, his father’s cheeks damp with pride. And many years later, when she noticed a former Head Boy return to Hogwarts with special permission to access the charms library, she could not have recalled their first meeting.
No one saw him alone in the guest quarters that night, pouring over ancient magical-reversal texts, muttering one incantation after another with wand pointed to his lips. “This is my voice,” he repeated quietly between each attempted spell. “This is my voice.” Another flick of his wand. “Th-th-this is my vvvvvoice.”
No, Madam Pomfrey was peacefully asleep after another day of mending the broken. She didn’t hear the man’s long, deep exhale, or see his bitter smile.
(Written and submitted by littleredspaces. This comes with the author’s note: “A look at non-consensual healing and the erasure of disabled identities in the wizarding world.”
I’ll confess, I had to check in with littleredspaces before I understood this fully, not realizing that I had blinders on, so used to my way of looking at the world that I couldn’t understand the horror here. I’m extremely grateful to littleredspaces for taking the time to explain, and, even more so, I’m grateful that this was written. It uses the trappings of the magical world to tell us a story that is decidedly not magical in any way, that is real and all too painful.)
- Hufflepuff. HUFF le PUFF.
- They’re mostly considered nice and peaceful.
- They live right by the kitchen.
- Their head of house teaches herbology.
- “Badger” is exactly the kind of animal a stoner would come up with.
- Slytherins obviously do cocaine.
THIS TAG OMG.
tnott's follower appreciation giveaway
So I passed 150 a few days ago, which has never happened before on any of my RP blogs ever. And I want to do a thing for you guys, because you’re awesome. So here’s the deal:
- You have to be following me (obviously)
- You can reblog this up to three times before April 1st
- Likes don’t count
On April 1st, I’m going to run you through a random selector and pull three urls. Those three people will get a ficlet featuring their character based on a single-word prompt of their choice.
You are all lovely people. ♥
Aw, TY. <3 Both are still p. hazy on my end. IDK when I’ll be done, & I’m cheerful hell when it comes to my writing so all my writing partners cry & I leave in an unrepentant huff. But both are still cool ideas & if the time allows could be rly fun!
I’ve only really helped my Sib with writing stuff before so I will be learning the whole time, so just say if theres anything I should be doing if/when we start writing those two.
Hopefully we’ll be able to try em out!
The Princess Bride needs to show up on my dash more often.
Don’t be; you like what you like. I just like Ginny a lot. I’m on the longfic train rn with TCW & 12th bdays & nether rippers but if I have a plotbunny in that vein I will let you know; rn both my Ginny & my Hermione are saved up for longfic stuff.
I suppose HermioneGinnyFriendship fics will have to wait until the same time we are able to work on the MCU/Bioshock stuff.
I look forward to it :)
Yr. apathy has me making a face @ you because she is my darling but you are entitled to yr opinion. ITA that her relationship with Hermione & life among the Harpies would be WONDROUS, tho.
I’m sorry! I’ve just been overly influenced by the films, and I think she’s a beautiful character I just wish we saw more of her.
With the Hermione and Ginny friendship though - want to try writing little ficlet-y drabble-y things about it?
Coraline is a masterfully made film, an amazing piece of art that i would never ever ever show to a child oh my god are you kidding me
Nothing wrong with a good dose of sheer terror at a young age