Welcome to the dark side.

Uber fangirl. Stubborn chatterbox. Passionate bookworm. Captain of an armada. AU lover. Pack mama. Proud Slytherin. Stark bannerwoman. I have some Hale's genes, but not the ones that confer werewolf habilities or the family hotness. I blame said genes for my unhealthy attraction to Stiles Stilinski/Dylan O'Brien. Trying to become a ninja. Sidebar gif credit goes to Nashi (lonewolfed)

[babeimgonnaleaveu]

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Better reblog this while you can.

[jaxblade]

this is one of those times that fucks with ya head

[the-social-recluse]

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN

finding someone aesthetically pleasing

being sexually attracted to someone

being romantically attracted to someone

#and its ok if you can’t figure out what the fuck you’re actually feeling

[princess-bel]

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!”

[aplatonicjacuzzi]

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.

[cinematicnomad]

#i do enjoy cedric #but this would have been immensely wonderful in many ways (via batty4u)

[prismatic-bell]

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.

[hidinginsideabook]

I just got shivers throughout all of this

[wild-handful]

We fall in love with one version of someone, and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do…I suppose we’re supposed to learn to really embrace the unknown, to embrace evolution, to really flow with it like a living organism.

Olivia Wilde in Her: Love in the Modern Age (via a-wilde-handful)

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Mikasa Ackermanby the-hary 

[detectiveweaver]

what’s the use of praying if there’s nobody who hears?

[voldemxrt]

i had some thoughts about hp and i made myself sad

regulus’ body is still in that cave, under the water, alone and that will always be the case

if someone tells george that fred II looks like him he’ll smile and “go really? i see him more as my brother”

when mr and mrs granger regain their memories the most noticable thing about their daughter’s appearance will no longer be that trademark hair, it’ll be a racial slur carved into her body

tonks and lupin died never knowing whether their battle for a better world for their son was successful

neville finally feels like he has accomplished something that would make his parents proud and he’ll never hear them say it

they will never be able to tell him that they’ve always been proud of him

hagrid still doesn’t have a wand

the potters died knowing their friend betrayed them

remus went to the funeral alone

sirius’ name was never officially cleared

if the durleys were harry’s only family both james and lily lost their parents before they were 21

james and lily were parents about as long as ginny was possessed (give or take like 3 months)

[smalltownboymp3]

bad day at work today, satan?

[isilverandcold]

[beefangirls-blog]

isilverandcold:

The best of Tumblr: Harry Potter

(Other photosets: The best puns of Tumblr, Inappropriate audition songs)

[vicrathis]

My McGonagall Appreciation Post.

[beefangirls-blog]

It’s not possible that Neville remembers the sound of one person being tortured.  His parents were abducted, first Frank and later Alice, and then tortured to insanity. And he wasn’t there, because I don’t believe, for one minute, that those three wouldn’t have used a baby, a 1-year-old, as an instrument to torture them further.

[potterevanss]

Mary tastes like bubblegum and black tea. She is made of too loud laughs across the dinner table and late night talks. She is missing homework and hangovers and wearing muggle clothes to Hogsmede weekends. Dorcas tastes of cigarettes and cinnamon. She is sarcastic replies yelled across quiet classrooms and cupcake wrappers strewn across bedroom floors. She is winged eyeliner and throwing harmless jinxes at her friends and kissing until lips are raw. Marlene tastes of lemon sherbets and last night’s mistakes. She is singing in the shower and throwing up in the toilet. She is protecting her friends with everything she has and sleeping until noon and shooting fireworks into the night sky. Alice tastes of freshly baked cookies and strength. She is braiding hair to soothe her friends and cornering enemies in the dark of the night. She is decorating Christmas trees and believing in the good in people and cuddling until the sun comes up. Lily tastes of minty toothpaste and undying love. She is photos taken of unsuspecting victims and laughing until her face hurts. She is firewhisky shots and always smelling of strawberry shampoo and late nights spent perfecting potions for class. They were made to be happy. They were made to show up early to parties and be the last ones to leave. They were made to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves and to show the world how to love. They were made to be together for until the end of time. But there wasn’t a member of the McKinnon family left when the Death Eaters were done. Alice Longbottom spent her life in a hospital and never recognized her son again. Voldemort personally murdered Dorcas Meadowes. Lily Potter heard her husband’s dead body hit the ground before the wand was pointed at her. And Mary Macdonald was left behind in the aftermath of a war on her kind, and she wished she had died.

And they were separated despite everything (via potterevanss)

[awesome-picz]

Dogs With Their Cute Mini-Mes

[inkskinned]

i don’t imagine my princesses in the same way others do, either kissing their husband and in marital perfection or the cynical version where they are drunk in the kitchen, living out their happily ever afters in a haze of poor decisions, no, i think cinderella becomes a fashion designer, i think she stops smoking and takes back her name and ends up making money and being a spokesperson for abuse victims, i think right now if ella was alive she’d be laughing over a pumpkin-spice latte and her empire is the most body-inclusive in fashion i think snow-white becomes an activist, i think she studies genetics and i think she will allow no person with a disability to go homeless, i think whenever someone makes a joke about seven small men, she whips around and asks them what exactly their problem is because there is nothing wrong with any of her friends i think aurora is a sleep disorder doctor and a psychologist, she uses hypnosis to help people who can’t quite escape the thicket inside of their brains and i think she’s working on developing a pill for people with chronic insomnia even though everyone still teases her about that one bout of narcolepsy and one day she admits she actually was awake for most of it and just studying i think ariel has shut down marine life poaching in as many parts of her country as she can, i think that she’s got teams working to clean up oil spills and she’s building windmills in her backyard because she’d rather have the “eyesore” than know someone is drilling in her home, i think she has degrees in environmental science and marine biology, i think she’s got a side project for scuba divers and oceanography and is devising a way for mermaids to visit her land without giving up their tails i think belle is a veterinarian and runs her practice out of her father’s house where his inventions have saved the lives of at least ninety dogs and i think that she is a teacher in her free time and has raised gaston’s eight kids to be nothing short of polite and well-mannered and i think that she takes frequent trips outside of her little quiet town but always comes home again i think jasmine is a feminist in every aspect, i believe she works with shelters and soup kitchens and makes sure nobody starves in her city ever again, i think she sets up homes for homeless women, i think she marches in rallies and has a school specifically for gifted girls that were almost married off to strange men see, i think when we cast these women as only a prize to be won and that their life stops as soon as the credits roll, i think when we joke about how everything went south right after it all, we’re telling girls, “you will regret that you ever fell in love or believed in magic when you were small,” see you can believe in happy endings, but believe too in the princesses themselves, believe that marriage isn’t the only goal a girl can set for herself, believe that if these girls fought to stay alive when an evil queen was chasing them, if they fought to give up their nature for the chance of more adventure, if they fought the sultan himself and society’s expectations: something tells me that their happily ever after isn’t resting on their laurels, something tells me they’d seek just a little more, something tells me that they’d keep fighting until there is a happy ending for every single little girl believe in yourself, princess, and know that even if you want a career and husband and twelve happy children, you are not deluding yourself of anything. it is completely possible to actually have everything it is okay for you to want a job and a home and a family and a kingdom. you are strong enough. you would handle it. please don’t let anyone tell you different.

sit tall today, my love. your dreams are valid and you are always good enough. // r.i.d (via chippedcupofchai)

[namjooneh]

I’ve never had a backup plan; there’s no Plan B. I got into acting because I love it. It’s my passion, and it’s the only thing I can do.

[spirit3d4w4y]

Things You Need to Know About the Outgoing Introvert

1. When we see you after a long day, we might be all irritable and not want to talk

It has nothing to do with you. Outgoing introverts, though still introverts at their core, often need to recharge after a large use of social energy. After a long day of dealing with people, our social batteries are drained and we need to unwind and recover, usually alone.

2. We’re charming creatures and can be the life of the party, but…

You’ll be surprised how much we actually live in our heads. People often confuse us for extroverts, but we’re too introspective and over-think too much to be one.

3. If we like you, we really like you.

We don’t waste our time with people we’re not completely crazy about. If we agreed to go on a date with you, we like you. Take it as a huge compliment.

4. We have times when we’re weird with our phones.

Some days we can talk for hours, but sometimes we’re not so good at replying and talking on the phone. Don’t take it personally - we screen our phone calls, even from our closest friends. Outgoing introverts sometimes hate the phone because it’s all, like, intrusive and tears our minds away from whatever we’re deeply focusing on (and we are always deeply focusing on something). Our mind doesn’t change direction easily. Listening to one thing and seeing something else is a lot of sensory input piled on top of everything that’s already going on in our heads.

5. But don’t worry, in person we’ll listen to you for hours.

We have spectrums of introversion, so we’re good listeners. We’ll always be naturally in tune with how you’re feeling, so we’ll be able to see through any front you put up and make you jump into the deep end.

6. We need to dip our foot in the pool first.

We need time to warm up, so, like, chill. We tend not to outwardly express our feelings and spill our whole life story in the first hour of meeting you. Or the first year.

7. Our energy level depends on our environment.

Yes, we can get annoyed easily. If we vibe with the crowd, we can get our energy from human interactions. But if we don’t, we’ll start to get really introspective and reflective, and tend to withdraw into ourselves. It’s kinda like a hit or miss. We’re very selectively social. But it’s not because we dislike people - it’s actually the opposite. We dislike the barriers like small talk (which often comes with going out) creates between people, and try to avoid it at all costs.

8. You’ll think we are flirty with everyone.

Okay here’s the thing, when we inevitably have to interact with people, we make it seem like there’s nothing in the world we’d rather be doing. It’s ‘cause we’re, like, overly sensitive and so we go out of our way to make other people feel comfortable and happy. We’re intuitive and outgoing at the same time.

Research has found that introverts pay more attention to detail and exhibit increased brain activity when processing visual information. A study shows that the brain of an introvert weighs internal cues more strongly than external motivational and reward cues.

[demonskin-deactivated20150923]

Sometimes I just have days where I really, really need to be reassured that people still like or want me or want to be around me and I feel bad because I can’t communicate this need to people but I know they can’t possibly instinctively know when I need this reassurance

[aimmyarrowshigh]

i mean i get that the entire theme of the franchise is “this is a terrible idea” but

if there were a real jurassic park/world

i’d totally go

i’d die

but i’d totally go