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i dropped off my resume at this place at 1:15 and got called for an interview at 1:45 holy dang
Today I got interviewed, hired, and then given a dollar raise and a better store location because the interviewer “liked my attitude”
REBLOG FOR GOOD JOB GETTING KARMA COME ON GRAB A PIECE
me, when someone casually mentions something i’m obsessed with:
who wants to fling my awful body into the sun
unbelievable. i have to do everything myself
Kirk, a female Border Collie, watching herself win the 2017 Purina Pro Challenge.
THIS IS SO PURE
THATS ME THATS ME THATS ME THATS ME THATS ME IM WATCHING A MEMORY ON MASTERS NOISE BOX THATS ME YAAAAYYY
Sister Act (1992) dir. Emile Ardolino
hogwarts gothic
the castle is built over a sheer cliff. every window you look out of shows a steep drop down into a ravine. you put it out of your mind. nobody seems to fall. one day, a boy from your class throws a quaffle too close to the edge. the next day he is missing, and so is his desk. nobody speaks of him after that.
you are trying to get to transfiguration, but you don’t know the way. you lean on a wall as you look around you, trying to get your bearings. the solid brick disappears under your hand and you fall through to a cobwebbed room, thick with dust. you turn back, but the wall is firm and unyielding once more. this room has no windows or doors. the floor opens underneath you.
the castle is throwing a feast tonight. food is piled up on the tables higher than your head. there was a feast last night, too. and the night before. your classmates are talking excitedly around you. they say this is the first feast they have had. the food is rich and filling, the best you have ever tasted. you eat as though you are starving. there is another feast tomorrow.
there are ghosts in the castle. they drift between the walls, fog-white and blank-eyed. you have never seen so many in one place before. did they all die in the castle? you ask one but he just smiles.
you are trying to get to transfiguration, but you don’t know the way. you think it’s just up this flight of stairs. as you run up, your foot catches on a trick step and you sink into the stone. panicking, you try to lift your feet, but you are stuck fast. a prefect walks by on his way down. you call out to him to try and pull you out, but he doesn’t hear you. when you look down, your skin is white as marble.
in the library, you are sitting doing your homework when a cat slinks by your table. it looks up at you with piercing eyes. you remember seeing professor mcgonagall transform, filch and his cat hanging around. is this either of them? you don’t remember. the cat looks at you as though it can see right through you.
the forest is forbidden, they say. your classmates keep being sent into it. some get detention. some take care of magical creatures. some are cornered in the hallway by a teacher, and told to fetch something from within the trees. when they return, there is a haunted look in their sunken eyes. the forest is forbidden, they say in a monotone. the forest is forbidden.
it is time for the mandrakes to be harvested. you are standing in the greenhouse holding a pair of shears. professor sprout tells you to take the mandrake out of its pot and start to cut it up. the twisting, screaming plant has a human face, distorted into a mask of agony. you remember last week, the mandrakes were having a party in the greenhouses. you hold it up before you. professor sprout tells you to start cutting. the mandrake’s face looks just like yours.
you are trying to get to transfiguration, but you don’t know the way. you ask a passing sixth-year how to get there. she points you to a secret passage, hidden behind a statue of an owl. it turns its head around when you stroke its back, revealing a small passage through the walls. you shuffle through the crawlspace on hands and knees for what feels like miles, until you reach the end. the sixth-year stands in the corridor before you. you ask her where the transfiguration classroom is. she points you to a secret passage, hidden behind a tapestry of an olive tree. you pull it aside open to reveal a small crawlspace. at the other end is another corridor, with that sixth-year standing there. you beg her to just take you to the classroom. she points at a painting of a snake in the opposite wall.
you are only allowed to bring an owl, a cat, or a toad to hogwarts. your best friend sneaks a mouse in and hides her in your dorm. after a week, your friend asks you to feed her for a day. you take the cage out of its hiding place and look at the mouse. she ribbits back at you.
in defence against the dark arts, you are learning how to fight a boggart. the girl before you transformed it into a jack-in-the-box, its giant, bulbous head grinning as it rocks back and forth. everyone around you is laughing. the clown’s head leers at you as you stand and shake. she was meant to turn it into something funny. the laughter is loud in your ears. the clown’s eyes stare into your soul. this is your greatest fear now. everyone else is still laughing.
you are trying to get to transfiguration, but you don’t know the way. you have reached the top of one of the towers. on the wall is a door marked ‘transfiguration’ - beside it is a window, showing the sky outside the tower. you open the door. there is the classroom. professor mcgonagall looks up at you as you enter, scolding you for being late. mutely, you take your seat. all of the other students have cobwebs in their hair, dust coating their robes. you open your book and take out a roll of parchment. when you leave the classroom, you find yourself in the dungeons.
love when pets walk by like they have somewhere to be
BITCH IM ABOUT TO JUST [DISAPPEARS UNDER MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES]
It’s Asexual Awareness Week
So, as an asexual person myself, I’ve decided to give some reminders for all you lovely ace people.
You are valid
You are real
You are a part of the LGBT community
You can have a fulfilling relationship without sex
If you feel like you aren’t fulfilling your partner because you don’t have sex, you are wrong, your partner would not be with you if they didn’t feel fulfilled
Although, if your partner claims they aren’t fulfilled because you aren’t having sex with them, dump their ass and find someone who respects you
You can be ace no matter your age, gender, race, etc.
IT’S OKAY TO BE ACE AND LIKE SEX
IT’S OKAY TO BE ACE AND LIKE SEX
IT’S OKAY TO BE ACE AND LIKE SEX
You do not have to be aromantic to be ace (I’m a biromantic ace myself)
However, aro-ace people are just as valid
You are not obligated to explain the nuances of your asexuality to anyone unless you’re planning to have sex with them
TW - SEXUAL ASSAULT
Having been assaulted is not always why you’re asexual, but sometimes, having been assaulted is why you’re asexual. Both are valid. (change made here because what I wrote earlier wasn’t phrased well)
TW OVER
You are not “broken”
You are not a “prude”
Demisexuals, Greysexuals, Cupiosexuals, and anyone else on the ace spectrum are also valid
But, most of all
You are loved
Happy Asexual Awareness Week!
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sick of having to pretend to know stuff about things. i don’t know anything about any stuff
the cutest
i would give literally everything i have for every child to have a good childhood and never come in touch with someone who would abuse them for their own personal gratification
Please, keep looking. Not for a person, but for your passion, your love, your courage, your goals, your dreams, your happiness, yourself. Keep looking. Explore yourself before you explore another. Know your worth, know yourself. Only then will you know what you need over what you want. You need yourself to become your own.
He’ll be famous – a legend – I wouldn’t be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in future – there will be books written about Harry – every child in our world will know his name!
Do you ever think about how Cho Chang was ridiculed and abandoned by her friends while she was depressed and had emotional breakdowns about Cedric’s death? Do you ever think about how this was also probably a realization for Cho that the place where they were supposedly meant to be safe and protected was no longer a sanctuary but could easily turn into a death trap, which tried nothing at all to protect its students, but happily left them to their own devises in a potentially life threatening events? And all this combined likely influence her breakdowns even more and yet in-universe it’s brushed off like it’s nothing, like Cho’s grief and fear aren’t that important in the long run.
yeah. also harry’s own ptsd from the graveyard scene following cedric’s death is openly mocked (dudley), and even genially teased (the twins). harry ‘was so angry all the time’ became like angst meme on potter puppet pals, and like a funny theme in ootp, but in all honesty he should have been WAY more messed up and gotten WAY more help. but instead, when Cho reaches out, Harry shies away because Harry’s method of coping his whole life is this idea of ‘if you pretend everything is normal no one will bother you.’
