Ted: It's like feeding two birds with one hand!!
Andromeda: ...Do you mean "killing two birds with one stone"?
Ted, very serious: I would never hurt a bird.

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Ted: It's like feeding two birds with one hand!!
Andromeda: ...Do you mean "killing two birds with one stone"?
Ted, very serious: I would never hurt a bird.
ADHD at night: I could write a book. I could get my Master’s Degree. I could go to the club and come home with 12 new friends. I could get a job at that club and meet the mother of my children. I could cure every disease and use my wealth to bring world peace.
ADHD during the day: Fold laundry too hard :( Come back next week
Oooof.
that’s it
Yeah, no. It’s still just boring and repetitive. I said what I said. 🤷🏼♀️
i'm conducting an experiment. everyone who's from an english speaking country state your country, regional area and what you call the following images. i need to see something
California, United States.
1. French fries
2. Chips
3. Herb and cheddar biscuits
4. Cookies?
5. Soda
6. Candy
7. Cigarettes
8. Beanie
9. Cotton candy
if you got an additional line of income that guaranteed your basic needs would be met, (notes below)
would you quit your job?
yes, immediately
I'd wait a few months or a year to save up a cushion, but then yes
no but I'd reduce my hours somewhat
no but I'd reduce my hours considerably
no, I'd stay at my current job exactly as I am
I'd get a different job
I would take a vacation and then return to work
I'd take a vacation and then return to work with reduced hours
I'd take a vacation and then get a different job
I already have my basic needs met without a job ^-^
other
notes:
- the money can come from whatever source you'd like to imagine. UBI, sugar daddy, magically delivered in unmarked bills onto your dining table overnight by elves, blackmailing jeff bezos, wherever
- it will keep coming indefinitely
- basic needs: housing, food, medical care, clothes, a bit of disposable income, etc. You would not be rich, but you would have enough. It will rise with inflation and such, to have the same purchasing power as before, and will cover you and your dependents
- any money you earn at your job (or anywhere) is on top of the basic needs money. How much you get is not affected by how much you make elsewhere
- vacation doesn’t necessarily mean you go anywhere; you just don't need to go to work
Would stay exactly as I am because I already only work part time. I’m spoiled, my husband’s income covers all of my basic life needs. I work a job that I love 20 hours a week simply because I’d go nuts with boredom if I didn’t have a job.
What was everyone's first musical?
Heathers
Mean Girls
Newsies
Les Miserables
Little shop of horrors
Beetlejuice
Kinky boots
Rent/Tick tick boom
The lightning theif
Six
Mamma Mia
Other (sorry I ran out of room)
Say in the tags!
A/N this is too long to count as a drabble but I have no self control.
Prompt: I20 — She went to the toilet and on her way back, opened the wrong door.
AO3 or read below:
“Did I mention it's infused with the natural rejuvenating properties of the spring?” Hermione asked for what must have been the fourth time since they'd begun the uncomfortably hot walk back from the ancient Grecian temple.
“Yes,” Fleur replied shortly. “You did.”
If Hermione heard her, she did an excellent job of not showing it as she continued. “It's said to have exceptionally powerful healing capabilities…”
Ginny stopped listening, letting Hermione's voice become a distant buzz which melded with the far-off rush of the sea sounding from the bottom of the cliff. Not for the first time, she wondered how exactly Ron and Harry had managed to get out of this particular excursion.
She kept her eyes focused on the villa, which finally came slowly into view ahead of her as Ginny tried very hard not to think about her dry throat, or the sticky sweat running down her back, or just how bloody warm it was.
It really shouldn't have been called a villa at all, in Ginny's opinion. The house – mansion – was huge, rising up against the dramatic backdrop of foliage-covered hills that lay behind it, shimmering like a brilliant white jewel in the blazing Greek sun as the three of them approached it.
Finally, they reached the whitewashed front steps. Ginny retained just enough self control to stop herself moaning in relief as they stepped through the rustic front door and into the blissfully cool air of the villa's lavish interior.
“I'm going to the bathroom,” she announced, cutting off Hermione's seemingly never ending lecture on the magical properties of ancient Greek amulets.
“I will get some wine,” Fleur said, her tone more like a command than a suggestion, but not one that Ginny currently felt inclined to argue with. “We will meet you by the pool.”
“I'm just going to put this in our room,” Hermione said, holding up the offending bronze amulet, which flashed eye-catchingly in the sunlight coming through the villa's many windows.
The three of them went their separate ways; Fleur headed straight ahead, towards the ridiculously opulent kitchen; Hermione turned left towards the wing – wing– that housed her and Ron's room for the week, and Ginny went right, hoping she could remember the route to the bathroom.
Upon locating it, Ginny went directly to the marble sink, set beneath a mirror which covered the whole wall, giving an excellent view of her red, and blotchy skin, and the way her hair, now damp with sweat, clung to her neck, hanging limply around her shoulders.
Desperately, she turned the shining golden tap, sighing in relief as a gush of cold water met the bare skin of her arm. She cupped her hands together, gathering pools of water and splashing it over her hot, irritated skin.
The relief, however, was fleeting, lasting mere seconds before the water evaporated and Ginny felt the closeness of the mid-afternoon heat surrounding her oppressively once more. Longingly, her mind filled with tempting images of the azure pool awaiting her outside.
She turned the tap again, ending the stream of cool water, before spinning on her heel intent on her new destination.
Her mind wasn't fully on the route to the bedroom that had been claimed by herself and Harry; Ginny was much too preoccupied fantasising about her plans to change into the smallest bikini that could still be considered acceptable for a family holiday, before sinking into the pool's inviting water for the rest of the afternoon.
It didn't become clear she'd chosen the wrong door until she'd already pushed it open and her lips had parted slightly in surprise at the scene that greeted her.
The room she’d entered was not their bedroom at all, but rather the small, richly decorated, library beside it, which she'd only bothered to enter once so far in the two days since they'd arrived in Crete, intent on finding a book for beside the pool. It was not, however, the shelves lined with books that captured Ginny's attention now, but rather the sight of Ron, who was balanced on one knee, holding a sparkling diamond ring aloft to Harry who was standing in front of him, one hand clasped in Ron's.
They both turned, evidently alerted to Ginny's presence by the creak of the door, identical looks of horror on their faces.
“Oh,” Ginny heard herself say.
“Ginny!” Ron hissed, dropping Harry's hand as though it was as burning hot as the sun outside.
“It's not what it looks like,” Harry added, nervously running his now-free hand through his hair.
The corners of Ginny's mouth twitched, her shock giving way to a great deal of amusement as she battled to keep her expression blank. “I'm so sorry to intrude.”
Harry shook his head vehemently. “You're not – obviously you're not – we were just –”
Ron shoved the delicate looking ring roughly back into his pocket as he stood, turning to her with panic in his eyes. “You weren't supposed to see–”
“It's alright,” Ginny assured, unable to stop her smirk from spreading across her face as they both rushed to give an explanation. “All I ever wanted was for the two of you to be happy – I'd assumed it would be with me and Hermione, but the heart wants what the heart wants, I suppose.”
“My heart doesn't–” Harry started.
“Don't be ridiculous!” Ron proclaimed at the same time.
“I'm not being ridiculous,” Ginny said through a laugh. “You know, Ron, when Mum taught us to share, I'm not sure spouses were what she had in mind.”
Ron surged forward, grabbing Ginny by the arm and pulling her into the room before kicking the door shut behind them. “Don't be so loud!”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “I don't think there’s much chance of Hermione hearing me from the other side of this ridiculously large house.”
Ron turned sharply to look at her. “Who said anything about Hermione?”
“Well, I'm assuming the ring’s for her,” Ginny countered reasonably. “...Unless you actually are planning on stealing my fiance, which would make the rest of this holiday very awkward.”
“Obviously it's for Hermione,” Harry confirmed quickly, shooting Ron a look that quite clearly said, 'help me out here.’
“Don't tell her,” Ron begged Ginny, ignoring Harry altogether. “I haven't figured out how to do it yet – Harry was helping me.”
Usually, having Ron at her mercy in such a manner would give Ginny an immense sense of satisfaction, on this occasion, however, she felt only a warm rush of affection for her brother and an uncharacteristic willingness to help, not that she would say as much to his face.
She crossed her arms, leaning back against the nearest bookshelf as she looked expectantly between Harry and Ron. “And what have you two Masters of Romance come up with so far?”
Harry frowned indignantly at her dry tone. “I got you to say yes, didn't I?”
Ginny shushed him with a wave of her hand, which incidentally bore the evidence of the truth of his argument in the form of a ruby and diamond engagement ring. “This isn't about us.”
She returned her attention to Ron, her eyebrows rising in silent question.
“Well,” he said weakly, the tips of his ears turning magnificently crimson. “I thought I could do it here – the island is nice – and I have the ring so the time seems right –”
“I told him not to overthink it,” Harry cut in, obviously pained by Ron's stuttered attempts at an explanation.
Ginny caught his eye and suddenly they were both grinning. “Was that before or after he got down on one knee for you?”
“Before,” Harry confirmed, unabashed now that the shock of being caught had worn off. “You interrupted the actual proposal… Ron's still waiting on my answer.”
Ginny shrugged unapologetically, her shoulder bumping against the leather-bound books behind her. “I can't say I'm sorry to have come in between the two of you.”
Harry sighed wistfully. “You never are.”
“You never want me to be.”
“Can you stop flirting for five minutes!” Ron snapped. “I'm trying to do something life changing here!”
Ginny dragged her eyes away from Harry's and back to Ron who was now leaning heavily against the antique sofa beside the window. “Harry's right, you're overthinking it. She was very charmed by the temple this morning– take her there at sunset and ask her.”
“Today?” Despite being on a Mediterranean island in the height of summer, Ron suddenly turned so pale it was hard to believe he'd ever seen the sun in his life. “You think I should ask her today?”
“Yes,” Ginny and Harry said in unison.
“You said yourself the time seems right,” Harry reminded him.
“Really, there's no time like the present,” Ginny concurred.
“But I don't know what to say,” Ron croaked, looking desperately between Ginny and Harry.
“‘Will you marry me?’ Is usually a good starting point,” Harry suggested.
Ginny hummed in agreement. “Yeah, that bit's quite key, I'd say.”
‘Will you marry me?’ Ron mouthed the words as though they were completely foreign to him. He suddenly bore a striking resemblance to his teenaged self in the run up to a Hogwarts Quidditch match, and for the first time since she'd entered the small library, Ginny felt as though she was intruding.
“I'm going to go,” she said gently, taking pity on Ron in the face of the enormous task ahead of him. “You two can keep practising.”
“You could stay?” Harry suggested. “We could probably use the help.”
Ginny shook her head, her part in this mission becoming clearer to her by the second. “I'm going to go and let Hermione talk my ear off about ancient Greek magic customs for the rest of the afternoon so she doesn't notice you're both missing.”
She and Harry shared a look of equal parts amusement and exasperation as Ginny took a step towards the door, both no doubt wondering which of them had the more challenging task ahead of them.
“I'll come and rescue you soon,” Harry assured her.
Ginny smirked at him as her hand found the door handle behind her. “Just promise me you'll try to resist Ron's charms.”
Adorable.
Look, I know Darcy is going to win, and that most of the people voting have too much of an attachment to the BBC Pride and Prejudice to even consider debating that Ang Lee's and Emma Thompson's Sense and Sensibility is the best Austen adaptation out there. But Brandon is still the best Jane Austen Man and the last one standing from that film, so I have to submit a final slew of propaganda on his behalf:
He yearns
He respects your little sister
He's agile (no he did not complain of a rheumatism, it was a slight ache)
He's earnest one minute
But will throw shade at a rake the next
He doesn't half ass several things, he whole asses one thing, which is to be there when it counts...
...and will ask what's needed and does it without hesitation, even if it means picking your mom up from her house when it takes a whole day just to get there
He shares your interests, and will buy you a whole piano just to make you happy
He's literally a male Cinderella story, come on
Bonus content: The acting chops to be this charming while the horse you literally rode in on spends every take farting up a loud, stinky storm
Colonel Brandon (1995) Vs Mr Darcy (1995)
Team Colonel Brandon forever
Semi-Final One
Colonel Brandon (1995) Vs Mr Darcy (1995)
Colonel Brandon (1995)
Mr Darcy (1995)
Propaganda...
Ok sorry but this is unfair propaganda, you can’t put Darcy’s photo with ´The Look’ and not put Brandon’s Look! The man has just heard her sing for a minute and he’s positively awestruck!
also adding his adorable adorable smile just bc i can.
seen a lot of these with your favorites, but reblog with the CURRENT book you are reading, show you are streaming, the last movie you watched, and any game/puzzle/crafts you’re working on
which one of these foods do you think is the most overrated
pizza
sushi
cheesecake
garlic bread
french fries
pickles
bacon
buffalo wings
oreos
waffles
guacamole
popcorn
100% cheesecake. Excellent cheesecake is truly excellent, but average cheesecake is just not even worth eating.
missed them
The first time Teddy was sleeping at The Burrow, he couldn’t hide his insecurities to his godfather.
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Teddy: I want to go home. Harry: If you can’t sleep, I’ll take you there. But you should know, everyone here loves you and they want you to stay just as much as I do. Teddy: Even when I break the plates? Harry: Especially when you break the plates.
The door creaked open, sending a thin slip of very bright light across the room. It roused Harry unpleasantly; he jerked awake and squinted at the door, where a shadowy, small figure was shuffling in.
‘Harry?’ said a tearful voice.
He grunted, rubbing at his eyes as he sat up. Beside him, Ginny was stirring too. ‘Wazgoin’on?’ she mumbled.
‘Jus’ Ted,’ he yawned, and he patted her clumsily as he stumbled out of bed. ‘Come on,’ he mumbled, as he strode across Ginny’s childhood bedroom, and ushered Teddy out onto the bright landing.
He crouched down, rubbing his hand across his eyes to try and adjust to the painful light, and then blinked at Teddy. Without his glasses on, everything around his godson was blurred, but the little boy was standing so close to Harry that even he could see the slightly silvery tracks over his cheeks.
‘You all right?’ Harry asked him.
Teddy sniffed, wiping at his eye. ‘I want to go home,’ he said in his small voice.
Harry gave a small, gentle sigh, and nodded slightly. His time with Teddy had overlapped with a planned overnight stay at the Burrow for Molly’s birthday, and Teddy, nervous enough to sleep in a new place, had not been himself since the incident right before bed.
‘If you can’t sleep, I’ll take you there,’ Harry said gently, as Teddy twisted the hem of the Weasley jumper he had pulled on over his pyjamas. ‘But you should know, everyone here loves you and they want you to stay just as much as I do.’
‘Even when I break the plates?’
‘Especially when you break the plates,’ Harry said firmly. ‘We like to be reminded of your Mum, don’t we? We’ve told you that.’
‘Everyone looked at me,’ said Teddy, his voice still wobbling, though his hair was gently shifting to a bubblegum pink. ‘And shouted.’
‘They were just surprised, it was a big crash. We were shouting your name because we were worried, not because we were angry.’
The initial thunk into the cabinet had been dwarfed in volume by the tremendous crash as every neatly stacked dish had poured out to shatter on the floor.
‘I’m always clumsy and people always stare.’
‘Well,’ said Harry, not entirely convinced he knew what the right thing to do was when faced with such an accurate statement, ‘that doesn’t matter, does it? In family.’
Teddy still tugged at the thick jumper that had been lovingly knitted for him by Nana Weasley, the bright pink T on vibrant blue. ‘What if I annoyed them a lot?’ he said. ‘Breaking all their things, Nana says I shouldn’t run insi-’
‘No one was annoyed,’ Harry promised him. ‘You ran out before you saw, but we cleaned it up with magic right away. No harm done. All right?’
Teddy nodded, sniffed again, and wiped once more at his face. ‘Can I come in with you and Ginny?’ he asked anxiously.
The bed was too cramped as it was - a single that had been magically expanded to a small double, and so suffering from oddly placed springs. But Harry nodded without question, and let Teddy slip his hand into his own as they returned to the dark bedroom.
Be still my heart. Sweet baby Teddy.
when two adhd girls link up... ANYTHING could stop us
“Where’s Harry and Ginny?”
Jily is such a powerful OTP that them having sex was the most important event in the wizarding world. Iconic, truly.