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New from J.K. Rowling: Dumbledore’s Army Reunites At Quidditch World Cup Final
sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.
“sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor…”
Do not forget. Remember.
You can always do it again. Every time, in fact.
Pick yourself up off the floor. Do the best you can.
unlike Snape . . .
Im a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out
The Carters
one time i made some sort of post that said “even if jk rowling came down from the high heavens and told me to forgive snape i wouldn’t” and i guess looking at her tweets from a few days ago, i gotta stand by what i said
the world isn’t split into black and white or good people and death eaters or whatever. i get that. there’s a lot of grey area. but to me, a man who used his power as a teacher to abuse children for a good part of his life and who only stopped siding with a bunch of death eaters bc the “love of his life” was killed bc of HIS OWN MISTAKE is not a grey area to me. i get he helped save harry or whatever but to me that isn’t enough to make up for the years of pain and abuse he inflicted on students. to me, that doesn’t make up for the fact that he was willing to let james and harry die as long as lily was safe. i get jo wrote the books but i’m allowed to say that i disagree that snape is a morally grey character. i’m allowed to hate him. i have seven books worth of canonical proof on why i think he’s a bad person. as a reader i’m allowed to believe that and i’m going to stand by it. while he lived, snape was mean, selfish, and abusive. what or who he died for doesn’t make up for that.
Me right now
Note to self: your hands may be shaking, perhaps your head is spinning, your voice may be quivering, and your chest, aching–but you made it. You survived another day.
// i may be broken, but i’m still here // by (DS)
people who think I'm straight: eggs and bacon youre mistaken
people who think I'm gay: ding dong you are wrong
Being gay is natural? Okay.
You have three islands. Divide them into groups of one. The straight island, the gay island, and the lesbian island. The straight island is going to reproduce and keep going strong for millions of generations to come. The gay and lesbian islands will both wipe out in not even one century. This isn’t just about religion or morals, it’s just simple common sense. Being gay is unnatural, and not just because God said so, but because you yourself wouldn’t even be born without a REAL natural man and woman. And no, there is no such thing as a lesbian bone marrow “thing” to have children. That’s a biased fact that came from a lesbian scientist who has false opinions. If it’s not a real penis or vagina, then it’s fucking false and you’re just opinionated by dumb facts. I’m done here. Read over what I said and if you still think that being gay is normal and natural, then I hope you achieve some common sense one day. Bye
Where is this gay island located.. asking for a friend
I just have SO MANY questions. Why were we all separated onto different islands? Did the government sanction this? If so, why? Why didn’t we revolt against this tyrannical government? Where are these islands? How were they chosen? Are the continents of the world abandoned? What kind of resources are on each island? Are they the same or different? Does each island have a right to form its own government or does the government that segregated us still rule? If so, what island do they rule from and how do they communicate with the other two islands? If they can communicate with the other two islands, can all three islands communicate with each other? If the straight people keep reproducing, won’t their island become overpopulated and their resources depleted? Islands only have so much space right? Do straight people stop having gay kids? Isn’t it a fact that, to date, straight people are the largest manufacturers of gay kids? If a gay kid is born on straight island, do they get sent to their appropriate island? Wouldn’t that aid in the re-population of gay and lesbian island? What about people who are attracted to more than one gender? Are they just lost at sea, floating aimlessly? Is the ocean full of listless pansexuals, floating nowhere? Or are they trapped in some sort of purgatory because they don’t fit on any one island? Are there trees on lesbian island? Is it conceivable that if there were, a large group of lesbians could build a boat? Have you ever seen lesbians around timber? If they built a boat, could they travel to gay island? How far apart are the islands? If they could travel to gay island, would they be able to collect semen, return to lesbian island, and repopulate the island? Would they be able to send some of those children to gay island? Do trans people exist in this world? If so, wouldn’t they be able to aid in repopulation? If the lesbians decided to declare war on the heterosexuals, would they be able to reach their island? On the way to heterosexual island, could the lesbians pick up the gays and scoop the floating bisexuals from the sea? If so, would they all be able to go and attack heterosexual island together, wiping out its people’s, stealing its children and taking all its resources? Does this fantasy world get you off at night? Please write back soon!
Speaking up from the pansexual archipelago: I too have these questions
Checking in from bisexual bay: The boats are nearly complete and are equipped with a special invisibility function. We attack at dawn
Fuck the questions, lemme on that boat, I’m coming with you
*random ace just floating away into the sky like a balloon*
I am so here for an asexual sky nation. We live in floating cities and master the wind currents. Newly minted ace youths are sent up to us in baskets suspended under hot air balloons. We breed giant birds to bear us through the skies, or else build ourselves wings and gliders to fly in their midst. The only land we know are the tallest mountain peaks and the world is a bright blue gem spreading out beneath us.
(And we will of course be providing air support for the impending attack on Straight Island)
OP’s nasty-ass post got turned into a goddamn sci-fi dystopian adventure and I’m so here for it.
oh my god Bisexual Buccaneers from Both-Ways Bay is both a porn tile and my new life goals
i’m an asexual homoromantic does this make me our young heroine torn between worlds
You spend part of your time on lesbian island, learning the stories, and traditions, and part of your time in the vast floating asexual cities, training with your eagle so that you can one day become one of the chosen few: the messengers, who carry letters and passengers between islands, jumping the heterosexual blockades. When you enter this select group, you’re assigned the job of collecting reports from spies pretending to heterosexual on straight island, flying in at the dead of night, risking discovery to collect vital intelligence. You fall in love with a pansexual girl who’s chosen to hide her orientation so she can aid the Resistance. At the climax of the novel, you swoop down from above on your giant eagle to rescue your lady love from a frenzied mob. As straight island burns in the background, you share a chaste kiss and cuddle while discussing the possibility of a mountain-top pansexual outpost.
IT CAME BACK AROUND AND IT GOT BETTER!
Sometimes I miss writing, not because I do not have time for it but because there are so many things in my mind and I do not know how I should start..
q8ieng (via wnq-writers)
One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.
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Severus Snape once intended to publicly kill a student’s pet as punishment for getting a potion wrong
Severus Snape, a teacher of children, took a 13 YEAR OLD’S PET and TRIED TO POISON IT and then proceeded to PUNISH THE STUDENT because the pet didn’t die
Severus Snape is a whiny, petty, self-absorbed abusive piece of shit there is no arguement here
I’m not saying this isn’t true, but what book is this in?
Prisoner of Azakaban. During their first potions lesson, Neville misbrews a shrinking solution. As punishment, Snape says he’ll feed Nevill’e incorrect potion to his toad, Trevor, and that the potion will be a poison and kill his pet.
Hermione helps him correct his potion, and when Trevor doesn’t die, Snape takes 5 points from Hermione
Reminder also that Trevor was a gift to Neville from his Uncle for getting into Hogwarts- a feat none of his family thought possible because he wasn’t “magic enough”.
So to him, Trevor is more than just a pet, he’s a reminder that he is a wizard and that his family are proud of him- and Snape wanted to kill him because he got a potion wrong i.e- because he wasn’t “magic enough”
Severus snape is an irredeemable piece of shit idc what anyone else says the truth is there
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY WATCH THIS VIDEO
Feminism expects a man to be ethical, emotionally present, and accountable to his values in his actions with women — as well as with other men. Feminism loves men enough to expect them to act more honorably and actually believes them capable of doing so.
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It is patriarchy that feeds us the narrative of Uncontrollable Man Monster, the brutish animal so primitive he cannot stop himself from committing any act of violence.
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Now, if you two don’t mind, I’m going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed—or worse, expelled!