"You're our home. Or at least mine."
Jester Lavorre to Caleb Widogast, campaign 2, episode 108
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"You're our home. Or at least mine."
Jester Lavorre to Caleb Widogast, campaign 2, episode 108
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
when your anxiety is constant but you do a really good job of pretending itâs not there
Peppa Pig is not here for your lying ass, Susie Sheep.
BITCH!!! đđđđ
THIS IS INÂ MY TOP 10Â FAVORITE CARTOONÂ SCENES BECAUSE SHE GOT SO FREAKIN MAD, LIKE, SHE STRAIGHT SPAZZED MY GIRL SNAPPED AND BARELY SAID A WORD. PISSED.
Just like Slughorn, Albus Dumbledore collects people. Only, instead of focusing on those with influence, he looks to the outcasts.
The expelled half-giant. The young werewolf. The repentant Death Eater.
He protects them and gives them a second chance. All he asks in return is their loyalty.
And, if on occasion he requests that they undertake a certain task, invoking their debt of gratitude - well, that is no more than he is owed.
He once thought to add a certain disowned Black to his collection, but quickly realised his mistake.
Sirius is not an outcast, but a rebel. He knowingly chose his path, and chooses what price he is willing to pay for it. He refuses to be used.
So Albus Dumbledore abandons him.
Who gave you the RIGHT?
Dumbledore knows Siriusâs loyalty lies with Harry instead of him, and he has no use for someone who is not willing to follow his orders without question.Â
Ooooohoo if thereâs ever a post that fits my aestheticâŠ
okay but then where does Harry himself fit into this collection? Is he an outcast because he is âthe Boy Who Livedâ?
Nooonono, my friend, thatâs what makes this post so beautiful. Because it fits the meta Iâve been trying to get people to accept for years.Â
Harry was an outcast due to a childhood filled with abuse and neglect.Â
Vernon made him an outcast by dismissing his claims of magic, berating him, locking him in a CLOSET and putting bars on his window, and letâs face it, even though her editor made her cut it out, Jo intended for there to be physical abuse.Â
Petunia made him an outcast by enabling and contributing to this abuse, as well as making Harry do dozens of chores while doting on Dudley.Â
Dudley made him an outcast by bullying him and threatening any students at school who wanted to be his friends.Â
And the rest of the wizarding world made him an outcast when they bullied him for being an outsider.
Harry James Potter became an outcast the moment he was placed with The Dursleys.
And who put him there in the first place?
Iâm here for this Anti-Dumbledore discussion.
This makes even more sense when you consider why Dumbledore deliberately made Harry an outcast.
Think about it What would Harry have been like if he had grown up in the wizarding world? Or, to put it another way, what would Harry have been like if he had grown up in a world where magic was the norm?
He would have taken magic for granted. He would have been less likely (especially as he got older) to view Dumbledore as a wise mentor and more likely to see him as flawed and capable of bad decisions. He would have seen both the world and Dumbledore as ordinary, with their good points and bad points.
But Dumbledore didnât need a well-adjusted boy who took magic and the magical world for granted. He needed a child who would love the magical world unstintingly, even irrationally, because it was a haven from neglect and abuse. Even more, he needed a child who feared this world becoming evil and who therefore would not question someone that he saw as the ultimate authority, especially if he believed that obeying that authority would keep the world safe.
Even if obedience meant his own death.
Dumbledore wanted a martyr who would die for the wizarding world, because he believed that Voldemort could not die until Harry did. Which was why he left Harry with the Dursleys and let them neglect and emotionally abuse him for the next ten years.
To get a martyr, he first had to create a victim.
well⊠well, shit
Oh shit. Its been updated.
âŠIâve been in the âDumbledore was on the darker side of morally greyâ camp for years but thisâŠthis. Holy shit. Oh no.
i know i say this all the time but those old guys with candles and night caps and pajamas knew exactly what the hell was going down
i felt attacked so i thought id post this here and attack all of you
look at this fat bastard
look at this beautiful dream
One of the most bizarrely cool people Iâve ever met was an oral surgeon who treated me after a ridiculous accident (thatâs another story), Dr. Z.
Dr. Z. was, easily, the best and most competent doctor or dentist Iâve ever encountered â and after that accident, I encountered quite a number. He came stunningly highly recommended, had an excellent record, and the most calming bedside manner Iâve ever seen.
That last wasnât the sweet gentle caretaking sort of manner, which some nurses have but you wouldnât expect to see in a surgeon. No; when Dr. Z. told me that one of my broken molars was too badly damaged to save, and I (being seventeen and still moderately in shock) broke down crying, he stared at me incredulously and said, in a tone of utter bemusement, âBut â I am very good.â
I stopped crying on the spot. In the last twenty-four hours or so of one doctor after another, no one had said anything that reassuring to me. He clearly just knew his own competence so well that the idea of someone being scared anyway was literally incomprehensible to him. What more could I possibly ask for?
(He was right. The procedure was very extended, because the tooth that needed to be removed was in bits, but there was zero pain at any point. And, as he promised, my teeth were so close together that they shifted to fill the gap to where there genuinely is none anymore, itâs just a little easier to floss on that side.)
But Dr. Z.âs insane competence wasnât just limited to oral surgery.
When I met Dr. Z., he, like most doctors Iâve had, asked me if I was in college, and where, and what I was studying. When I say âmath,â most doctors respond with âoh, wow, good for youâ or possibly âwhat do you want to do with that after college?â
Dr. Z. wanted to know what kind of math.
I gave him the thirty-second laymanâs summary that I give people who are foolish enough to ask that. He responded with âoh, you meanââ and the correct technical terms. I confirmed that was indeed what I meant (and keep in mind, this was upper-division college math, you donât take this unless youâre a math major). He asked cogent follow-up questions, and there ensued ten or so minutes of what Iâd call âsmall talkâ except for how it was an intensely technical mathematical discussion.
He didnât, as far as I can tell, have any kind of formal math background. He just ⊠knew stuff.
I was a competitive fencer at this point in time, so when he asked if I had any questions about the surgery that would be necessary, I asked him if Iâd be okay to fence while I had my jaw wired shut, or if it would interfere with breathing.
âFencing?â he said.
âYes,â I said, âlike swordfighting,â because this is another conversation I got to have a lot. (People assume theyâve misheard you, or occasionally they think you mean building fences.)
âWhich weapon?â
âUh. Foil.â
âNo, it wonât be safe,â and he went off into an explanation of why.
Turns out, he was also a serious fencer â and, when I mentioned my fencing coach, an old friend of his. (I asked my fencing coach later, and, oh yes, Dr. Z., a good friend of mine, excellent fencer.) (My coach was French. Dr. Z. was Israeli. I never saw Dr. Z. around the club or anything. I have no idea how they knew each other.)
So this was weird enough that later, when I was home, I looked Dr. Z. up on Yelp. His reviews were stellar, of course, but that wasnât the weird thing.
The weird thing was that the reviews were full of people â professionals in lots of different fields â saying the same thing: I went to Dr. Z. for oral surgery, and he asked me about what I did, and it turned out he knew all about my field and had a competent and educated discussion with me about the obscure technical details of such-and-such.
All sorts of different fields, saying this. Lawyers. Businessmen. Musicians.
As far as I can tell, itâs not that I just happened to be pursuing the two fields he had a serious amateur interest in â he just seemed to be extremely good at literally everything.
I have no explanation for this. Possibly he sold his soul to the devil.
He did a damn good job on my surgery.
#op your oral surgeon is an immortal
Some god is slumming it on Earth with maxed-out stats helping people and his dive bar of choice is oral surgery.
did anybody else have a moment as a kid/teen where you suddenly realized that you were more than likely never going to have one of those big adventures that you read abt in YA novels. and u were going to just have a normal life with normal problems, and got real sad. and even tho u now see value in a regular life, part of you still wants magic powers and a rag tag group of ride-or-die friends who are out to save the world
Thatâs why dnd is a human need and deserves a place on maslowâs heirarchy
Bruh itâs already on it, what did you think self actualization meant smh
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