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Scooby-Doo is a dog who can talk, which is amazing, and he largely uses his powers of speech to communicate how scared he is of ghosts and monsters, and basically the only thing his owners do is drive him around the country putting him inside various haunted houses and such. I wish I could take Scooby-Doo aside, I want to say to him, these people are not your friends.

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[ID: tags from @/outrageousbirb that say:

#i hear what youre saying but i would like to point out that he is a great dane who eats like hes held at gunpoint #and doesnt seem like he has any other interest in exercise and is owned by a stoner. i fear the haunted houses are the only exercise he gets #like those cats who go to special cat swim classes for severe obesity weight loss plans #the vet prescribed scooby with 1 haunted house a week

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postnuclearophelia

Sometimes knowing spoilers for shows is more fun cause u get to spend the show being like how the fuck does that even end up happening ..

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Nobody is doing it like pirates of the caribbean was doing it. The first movie spends 20 minutes introducing us to every main character, their thoughts on piracy, and how nuanced and fraught the subject is in port royal, and then proceeds to introduce the most pirate pirate to ever pirate

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Good news! It gets worse!

I think it's the galactic orbit thing that really did me in

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And yet, the Appalachian Mountains are even older than that.

diarygirls

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

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ever since 2019 when the pjo show was rumored, people have been saying “the second i hear the percy actor say ‘look, i didn’t want to be a half blood’ i’m going to lose my mind”. that moment is now kids and i am doing exactly that

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barbie and the magic of pegasus is a top tier og barbie movie because barbie canonically tries to murder the bad guy and is only stopped because the magic wand literally won’t let her

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actually I do want to talk about this barbie movie plot more cause it’s so unhinged like:

It’s princess Annika’s birthday. She’s not allowed to go to the celebration the village is throwing for her because she has weirdly over protective parents. She goes anyway and ice-skates her little heart out (as one does). Naturally, that’s where an evil sorcerer creep finds her, says she’s the prettiest so she has to marry him, and when she’s like ew no, he turns everyone in her village into stone (also, as one does). This is not before he lets it drop that Annika had a sister. This is groundbreaking news to her.

A pegasus rescues Annika before she meets the same fate as the village and takes her to the Cloud Kingdom (the Kingdom in the Clouds obvi). The pegasus??? Is Annika’s long lost sister, Brietta. And she’s been a pegasus for like, 17 years. The same evil sorcerer dude pulled the exact same forced marriage crap on her and when Brietta refused, he turned her into a pegasus and she’s been like this for the better part of two decades its so messed up.

Anyways, Annika really wants to undo all these spells now. They need a Wand of Light to do it, but they have to make it and this wand is made up of like concepts, like a dash of courage, a baby’s laugh, sugar and spice, and Annika is like mmhmmm okay sure yeah whatever sounds easy lets go.

They go to the Forbidden Forest. That’s where they meet Aiden (Ken) and let me tell you LET ME TELL YOU, they pulled out the WORKS for this Ken. He has sass, he has snark, he has bite. Immediately, there’s flirty, witty banter between him and Annika. One of my first introductions to the enemies to lovers trope and it has rocked my 6 year old word. And not only that, he has a Tragic Backstory™ to boot. What’s this tragic backstory, you ask? Oh, Aiden has a gambling problem, and lost all of his family’s money. You know, real light hearted stuff.

He bregudgingly joins Annika and Brietta on their quest. They finally figure out how to make the wand. They use it to turn Brietta back into a human. It works! Solid.

But then they get attacked by evil sorcerer dude and Annika is like, foaming at the mouth, trying to go for the kill. Literally says “Destroy him. Make him pay.” We love a vengeful queen. Unfortunately, the wand of light hates to see a girl boss succeed and doesn’t do a thing because apparently murder is not ~pure of heart~ or something. This ends with evil sorcerer dude burying her alive in an avalanche.

But long story short, they get Annika out, they regroup. She figures out the wand of light only will grant ~good, innocent~ wishes. She and Aiden take on the evil dude again, but Annika wins this time cause she’s Nice About It and Good Conquers Evil and breaks all the spells. It turns out that these three troll-esque women the sorcerer had serving him were his 3 other wives he had cursed, which is uh… fucked to put it mildly. However, he’s now the servant to the 3 of them, and I hope that they push him off an iceberg or something.

And the movie ends with Annika and Aiden having a beautiful ice skate dance in the clouds in a scene that invented romance. 10/10.

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#there’s actually more but this is obscenely long#um Annika has a pet baby polar bear#and OLLEY#I LOVE olley#his acting back story???#oh#the sorcerer dude turned someone into a literal doormat#just unhinged I tell you#mine#barbie mattel#barbie#again the romance im telling you is one of the best of all the barbie movies

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THIS IN THE TAGS

HE TURNED SOMEONE INTO A DOORMAT???

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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!”

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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.

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

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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

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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.

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oh christ somebody added to it and now i’m a soggy emotional wreck

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I’m crying because this is what slytherins should have been and truly are

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AND THIS IS WHY MY PET PEEVE IS WHEN PEOPLE SAY SLYTHERINS ARE “THE BAD GUYS”

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Me as a slytherin trying to prove they aren’t just “Voldemort’s house”

#hp #harry potter

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US climate with equivalent cities from around the world.

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shabbytigers

This is the greatest map I have ever seen. I want an interactive version where you can click on any city in the world and get a pop-up list of all the climate-equivalent cities.

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so it turns out this exists and it makes a fine rabbit hole for passing the time during a conference call

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ketenkusu

This is what hozier meant when he says he falls a little bit in love everyday with someone new

actualmythicalcreature

I once watched a girl in the produce aisle pick up a bushel of bananas that were precariously perched on the edge and move them farther back and under her breath she said “there you go sweeties - that will be more comfortable” before shuffling off and… I think about her often.

therainshallmakeadoor-deactivat

« Silent lovers » is such a sweet way to put it.

dangerously-human

I was driving on the highway and passed a dude absolutely JAMMING alone in his car, doing those little half dance moves you do when you’re stuck sitting down in a small space, bellowing unheard lyrics at the top of his lungs, and my instant reaction was to think “I love you.” And then to pray he had a good day, or whatever, because those fleeting moments of connection are so incredible.

katscottage

I’m so much more productive after the sun goes down. While the sun is up I feel the weight of having to do things and it just overwhelms me.

But when the sun has gone to bed suddenly my time is my own. I can do with it what I will and oftentimes that means the cleaning I’ve been meaning to do, the projects I’ve been putting off. They suddenly don’t seem overwhelming to me.

I like it when the sun goes down.

love-to-love-puppies

Ah, your ancestors were the ones who kept the night watch around the campfire

katscottage

I’m sorry but this is genuinely the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

perfectday1972

wish my life was like a 90's movie where all my friends work in record stores and bookshops and coffee shops and we see really cool bands in small little clubs and get breakfast together and like hang out on roofs and shit

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awed-frog

Somehow never thought about the photographer and -

- my God.

crimsonscranes-deactivated20221

Some marriages aren’t really that great. Some loves aren’t all-encompassing. Sometimes you separate because you weren’t that good together to begin with. Sometimes divorce isn’t an earth-shattering loss. Sometimes it’s just two people waking up out of a fog.

#books

soracities

the way ivan aivazovsky looks at the sea…i think…i think that’s what love looks like.

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love is surrounding yourself with people who see you this clearly

ataehone

Still the freakiest fact about him is that despite being as tall as a person or more, he banged out these beauties in a day or two at most (and smaller ones ina matter of hours). The longest he spent on a painting, at age 81, to make his largest ever painting, was TEN DAYS:

It is 2.9×4.3 meters large. That’s 9'4"×14'1" for people in other measurement systems. It’s HUGE. There are artists out there that spend years on paintings much smaller than this. He was not one of them.

He also didn’t only paint the sea, but he MOSTLY painted the sea. Very few people could draw light filtering through waves the way this guy did and apparently it was tied into his layering technique that allowed him to paint so goddamn fast.