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This is the exact reason why i love cosplayers.
Ciri transports Geralt to our timeline so her can have one nice day without any shenanigans.
Geralt and the Delightful, Wonderful, Not Bad, Very Good Day
This is Maul and he is fantastic.
(Klassikko) Muumien parhaat
Pikku Myy: Minä en siedä lääppimistä, mutta minä haluan paljon lahjoja.
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Noita: Kun minä oikein jysäytän, niin se ei todellakaan ole mikään kamelin pieru!
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Pikky Myy: Muumipeikko, senkin lihava lössykkä! Herätys!
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Nuuska Muikkunen: Senkin vanha homeinen tiskirätti, tottele minua. Katala härski marekin maksa!
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Pikku Myy: Jos sinusta tulee pakaste, minä liimaan sinuun tarran “Parasta ennen kesäkuuta.”
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Pikku Myy: Älä puhu pötyä, emme edes liiku.
Muumipeikko: Liikummepas, vaikka hitaasti.
Pikku Myy: Olisittepa kaleeriorjia.
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Muumipeikko: Myy kuule, hän ei muista edes minua. Miten hän sinut muistaisi?
Pikku Myy: Koska minua ei voi unohtaa.
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Muumipeikko: Tarzan! …rakastaa Janea.
Niiskuneiti: Oih!
Pikky Myy: Minä häivyn… Ennen kuin alan yökkiä.
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Muumipappa: Katastroofien ei pitäisi kestää näin kauan. Haluan aamiaista!
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Pikky Myy: Ehkä olette huomanneet, etten ole täydellinen tomppeli.
Muumipeikko: Puhuin totta.
Pikky Myy: Pidän henkilökohtaisena loukkauksena sitä, ettet keksinyt parempaa hätävalhetta ja vielä tyrkytät palturia totuutena.
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Muumipappa: Aseet käteen perhe kallis!
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Pikku Myy: Minä en jätä huomiseen mitään, minkä voin tehdä tänään.
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Hemuli: Minä kyllä otaksun olevani hereillä. Mutta siitä en ole yhtään varma, onko se minusta mukavaa.
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Muumipappa: Hmm, saari on tuo… täplä.
Pikku Myy: Haa, missä? Ettei vain ole kärpäsen kakka.
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Pikku Myy: Sinä olet se haisurotta, joka sipsutteli meidän päällämme viime yönä.
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Vilijonkka: Taide ei ole hupia. Taide on tuskaa! Suuri taide edellyttää aina suurta kärsimystä.
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Muumipeikko: Monestako lapsesta sinä oikein haaveilet?
Niisuneiti: Oih, minähän oikein pakahdun äidin rakkaudesta. Kaksi tusinaa olisi sopiva määrä.
Muumipeikko: Häh? Siinä tapauksessa voit jättää minut pois laskuista.
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Mymmeli: No joo! Miehet eivät ymmärrä elämän herkkiä puolia, sehän on tunnettu tosiasia.
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Niiskuneiti: Halpaa viihdettä.
Muumipeikko: Minuun se tehoaa. Kaikki nuo uhkeat sankarittaret.
Niiskuneiti: Pah! Katinkontit, teeskenteleviä kanoja!
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Haisuli: Onneksi minun ei tarvitse usein tehdä rehellistä työtä. Huh, karmeampaa kuin kuvittelin!
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Jenni-täti: Kevytmielistä!
Pikku Myy: Jos minä löytäisin jostain tarpeeksi pienen poikaystävän, niin minäkin olisin kevytmielinen.
Jenni-täti: No Fredrik ja minäkin olimme kerran nuoria.
Pikku Myy: Rahalla ei voi ostaa nuoruutta.
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Hemuli: Olla nuori, kokea jälleen kaikki mielenailahdukset, tyttöystävät ja myöhään venyneet illat? Ei kiitos. Olen onnellinen nykyiseen olotilaani.
Muumipeikko: Hemuli-paralla on ollut perin onneton nuoruus.
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Surku: …ja tunnen itsessäni suden.
Pikku Myy: No voithan sinä tuntea sen, mutta vakuutan, ettei kukaan näe sitä.
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Ninni: *kikattaa*
Muumipappa: Älä naura pahainen kakara, sahahampainen hirviö.
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Nipsu: Huomenta kaikki!
Pikku Myy: Sinä senkin rasvakala, kello on yli kaksitoista.
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Muumimamma: …eivätkä he löydä ikimaailmassa kanelia.
Muumipappa: Naiset! Olisinpa lähtenyt yksin. Ajatella nyt kanelia, kun tuntematon kutsuu!
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Muumimamma: Pappa, minne menet?
Muumipappa: Ää, öö… Ai sinä! Minun täytyy mennä, minun täytyy mennä sanomaan sille hemmetin leijonalle, että astuu näyttämölle!
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Lisätkää jos tulee mieleen jotain :)
Piisamirotta: Typerä nainen!
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Niiskuneiti: Niisku aikoo hypätä kallion jyrkänteeltä!
Muumipappa: Oi, hän on sitä tyyppiä!
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Never forget the event 🏳️🌈🥰😂
So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?
Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.
Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.
Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.
Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).
Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.
Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.
Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.
Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”
Imagine Harry returning with Warrington’s body, and the crowd realizes what’s happened, but Warrington’s parents don’t show up. There’s no one to mourn him, to cradle him in their arms and cry for their son. The Slytherins know why. His parents were Death Eaters, too.
Imagine Slytherins reaching out, asking for help from classmates from other houses. They’re terrified, truly terrified because the being their parents claimed would never hurt them because they’re pureblood, they realize that he does not care.
Imagine Slytherins in the 5th book sneaking off to join Dumbledore’s Army, to learn more about who Voldemort is without their parents acting as a filter.
Imagine the shock when they’re told what he’s really done.
Imagine that a few talented Slytherins went with Harry and the others into the Ministry of Magic. The others are a bit wary but they prove themselves as friends.
Imagine them being confronted by Lucius Malfoy in the the Hall of Prophecy, and when the Death Eaters descend, they know that any one of them could be their parents.
Imagine the shocked gasp of a Death Eater as they realize their own child, a pureblood, is standing defiantly with Harry Potter. They choke back a cry. They can’t let their child know that they were about to duel to the death.
Imagine a DA Slytherin facing off against their own Death Eater parent. That they make the decision to let their child defeat them, because in that moment, they realize that they love their child more than they fear Voldemort. They go down, mask unveiled, and the Slytherin kid has to be dragged from the fight before he gets killed.
Imagine Book 6 Slytherins getting more friendly and cooperative with the other houses. Two years of Voldemort terrorizing the muggle and Wizarding world, two years where their parents just up and leave some days, cringing from the pain in their arm, two years after the death of the first Slytherin pureblood, Cassius Warrington, killed by Voldemort’s right-hand man, and they’re slowly hitting the breaking point.
Imagine Slytherin kids keeping tabs on their parents, sending the information to Harry, who shares it with the Order of the Phoenix, and hoping that their parents won’t be killed.
Imagine Book 7 Slytherins low-key rebelling against the new oppressive Hogwarts staff.
Imagine the final siege on Hogwarts, where Slytherins stand proudly by their fellow houses, knowing full-well they could be fighting their own parents. Some Slytherins know their parents were in the fighting. They hope to find them first and sneak them away. Their fellow students understand. Professor McGonagall allows 7th Year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, to duel a death eater in her stead; her father is under that veil. She knows it.
Imagine the aftermath of the battle; every house suffered loses. Slytherin students crying over the deaths of friends they made in every house.
Imagine a Cassius Warrington statue made in his honor, the first Slytherin to fight and die nobly with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, in the face of ultimate evil. He was a true Slytherin, and it’s in his name that Slytherin children and their families have cut all ties with the Death Eaters, denounced Voldemort, and are finally living in peace.
#i do enjoy cedric #but this would have been immensely wonderful in many ways (via batty4u)
Imagine a story in which Harry wasn’t in love with his fellow champion’s girlfriend, but after her boyfriend’s death just hugs her so long, so hard, and says “he wanted to win for you. You should know–you should know he won, he did it for you” and gives her the best hug and shoulder he knows how to be because her parents aren’t there either and she must know why.
Imagine Harry staring over her head at everyone else until Hermione steps up–it doesn’t take long, but it takes long enough that when she does all eyes are on her as a source of motion–and says “we’re never going to forget this. They’re not going to get away with it” and the girlfriend just latches onto Hermione and everyone is in wands-out stance convinced she’s about to attack the shit out of Hermione, and then the girlfriend stares into her eyes and says “do you promise me” and Hermione just gives her this super-firm nod and says “I promise” and the girlfriend just collapses on her, sobbing.
Imagine Dumbledore trying to give some flowery speech about inter-wizard solidarity while glossing over why, because Slytherins have always been a touchy subject, and Ron gets to his feet and says “Professor, I need to say something important” and Dumbledore is so surprised he just cedes the floor, and Ron–after that awkward moment when he realizes everyone is staring at him–says he didn’t know Warrington particularly, but he knows how Warrington and Harry played. That each was always cheering on the other. Both wanted to win, but neither was willing to undercut the other by underhanded means. He finishes up saying “I think–I think it’s important everyone should know he died being what a champion should be. Because he could have abandoned Harry and instead he stood up with him to play the game the honest way, and he died for it. And–and Slytherin House should be proud, and we should all be proud, because Warrington was a good bloke.” He sits back down all flustered because he didn’t actually stand up meaning to make a speech. And then Pansy Parkinson stands up before Dumbledore can take back control of the room and says “I want to tell Weasley thank you.” And all of Slytherin House raises a glass–to Warrington, to Weasley, to Potter–and the other houses follow suit. Many years later, Wizarding scholars will say that was the moment Voldemort truly lost.
Imagine later that summer. Harry gets several owls on his birthday, all unsigned. The birds are plump and pretentious and well-cared-for. He will never know which Slytherins sent him their treasures: parchments with hexes developed by the Death Eaters; a strange locket that will only open if he whispers a special spell but that always shows him the picture he most needs to see; a page torn from a potions book that, brewed properly, will allow him extra time to summon a Patronus by giving him a few crucial seconds not just of happiness but of bliss. It doesn’t matter. Harry knows these gifts not as birthday gifts but for what they really are, and he treasures the locket and copies out the potion to send to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, and when first summoned by the Order of the Phoenix he marches straight up to Dumbledore with the hexes and says “I can’t tell you where I got these, Professor. But they’re in use by the Death Eaters and I think you should have them.” Months later, Sirius will recognize the spell Bellatrix shoots at him, and will dive out of the way just in the nick of time.
The final battle. Everyone is there. Sirius somehow ends up herding a group of Slytherins. They all stare at him and he at them, across a centuries-old divide Voldemort has only succeeded in deepening. Then he remembers the hexes. Harry’s locket, now tucked under Sirius’ shirt because Harry’s friends are with him in this battle but most of Sirius’ are dead. The moment that happiness potion saved Remus’ life, his very soul. Snape’s final words to Harry, finally seen not as mockery but real true advice. What Harry said Voldemort said–his first words in his new form. They are kids, and they are sharing the same kind of hurt he once wouldn’t admit to, watching his mother burn his name off the family tree. “When we go in there, it’s going to be hell,” he tells the Slytherins. “Some of you are probably going to die. I might go down too, and if I do I want your best curser in the front. But I want you all to remember one thing. There are no spares.” Later retellings of the battle never fail to mention the moment a group of angry, screaming teens burst into the Great Hall, wearing their green and silver as the badge of honor it should be, shouting NO SPARES, NO SPARES at the tops of their voices in between hexes and curses and the occasional physical punch. When Hermione is present, she always interrupts the storyteller to be sure everyone knows about the moment Blaise Zabini shoved her to the floor, dropped on top of her, fired off three curses in rapid succession and said “stay alive, Granger, we need you” before jumping back to his feet and vanishing into the melee–how, for all anyone knows, those may have been his last words, and she will not let his sacrifice go unnoted.
The aftermath. Malfoy holds out a hand to Sirius, badly injured on the floor. Sirius asks how Malfoy is willing to trust him. Malfoy nods at his chest. “You’ve got my godfather’s locket,” he says, and when Sirius and Harry finally speak after the battle Harry gives his full agreement to the very first thing out of Sirius’ mouth. They give the locket to Malfoy. Sirius grits his teeth and closes his eyes and opens them and says “He probably saved my life, giving Harry that.” He doesn’t say thank you. Malfoy hears it anyway.
The school reopens under a single banner: the four Houses united. The House rivalry is reduced to just that–a competition in fun–with those deep divides slowly healing to scars, and eventually away to nothing at all.
Imagine it.
When we stand, we stand united as one
And then there would be no hope for any uprising of evil, no users of the dark arts would dare to attack. There would be no neglected Slytherins turning to a darker cause. The unity Cassius Warrington’s death caused would come to save the world, time and time again, as would-be-Voldemorts find no followers. No children will ever have to fight their parents, or family. There would always be peace.
oh christ somebody added to it and now i’m a soggy emotional wreck
I’m crying because this is what slytherins should have been and truly are
This is beautifully written and I wish it was in the books xx
This is such a fantastic read. A Slytherin triwizard champion sounds awesome.
Best Harry Potter post
I’m crying of hope and happiness
This. This post here is why I don’t bother with the books anymore. This is a better, more fulfilling outcome than the books could ever be (haven’t read the last one yet, probably now never will).
The 7th book ends as Draco, Harry, and all of the other living 7th years are standing at their graduation, listening to Nevil (who was elected to give an end of year speech) thank every one and end his speech by saying “and remember, there are no spares.” Hats fly up and some sobs are heard throughout the crowd. In the midst of it all, Harry and Draco bump into each other one last time and smile. They talk about their future aspirations and jokingly, Malfoy smiles and says “Scared, Potter?” And the book ends with a smile from Harry and the words “You wish.” There is no 8th book, no random tweets, but an open ending. A happy one.
I’m holding back tears
I don't know how many times I cried while reading this. Only things I would add to this, something about Cedric and Luna or some other Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw people would rise up to the bigger man of their House. Like Harry and Warrington in this case. Right know I have too much feels to be creative enough to come up with something great about Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
Blakes in The 100
Season 1: "My sister, my responsibility." Season 2: "She may be more independent but she's still my baby sister." Season 3: "I thought you were my hero, bro." "Well, I'm only human so I do mistakes, lol, sorry." Season 4: "O, you're my sister." "No I'm not... .... Okay, guess I am." Season 5: "Bro!" "Sister! ... And wtf happen to you?" "Lol, betray me and I kill you ... Okay, maybe not kill you but still..." Season 6: "... I want my brother back."
sirius making remus stay the night at grimmauld place on a full moon so he can smash up sirius’ parents’ old room
we make fun of thorin getting lost in the shire but you know the nazgul also had to keep asking for directions to find bag end so maybe hobbits’ city planning is just wack
The Hobbits have spent generations making their roads complex af to keep Gandalf out
Theory accepted
#which is why they’re always so sulky whenever he shows up………….#oh………….you found ur way back………………how nice…………….. (via @thisbrilliantsky)
Which is also why Gandalf is always late
when you’re trying to write and your last two functioning brain cells start yelling at each other
This is somehow brilliant :D
This. This is the concept of writing.
Lance: Punch me in the face.
Keith: Punch you?
Lance: Yeah, punch me in the face. Didn’t you hear me?
Keith: I always hear “punch me in the face” when you’re speaking, but it’s usually subtext.
Keith: Did Lance just tell me he loved me for the first time?
Hunk: Yeah.
Keith: And did I do finger guns back?!
Hunk: Yeah.
Hunk: Yeah, you did.
❤️💙
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I have a headcanon that Hermione insists her children attend some primary muggle schooling before Hogwarts, just as she had done. Now, imagine Arthur Weasley attending his grandchild’s science fair, being the ultra proud grandfather….and yet also completely geeking out over absolutely EVERYTHING.
Canon
“That is a volcano, that is a VERY SMALL VOLCANO, how - young lady, how did you make this? Baking soda and food coloring? MARVELOUS!”
the kids would love him.
Never have I ever loved anything more than I love this
All the muggle teachers would think he was being so adorable, “pretending” not to know how potato batteries and mini-volcanoes work, fawning over the hard work the kids did on even the simplest the projects. And he comes every year, because after the kids have aged out (”gone on to some boarding school in Scotland,” the teachers say over bad coffee in the break room, “they didn’t seem the type”), he gets an honorary invitation to the fair every year, because he never stops making the kids feel smart and good.
“And this airy-o-plane, it flies by means of a… rubber band? Did I hear that correctly? No magic at all? Doesn’t flap its wings like a bird? MARVELOUS! What an ingenious method of flight!” *looks around* “You, sir! With the ribbons! This child deserves one of those prizes!”
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This is so wholesome.
Arthur Weasley, as the Science Fair attendee we all deserve.
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