#explosition

[jgfonline]

Hey

Here is my minecraft quiz named: Would I destroy your minecraft house?

Enjoy

Would I?

[lips-n-teatalkshow1]

There was a huge explosion today at a gas station in Ghana. It happened around 7:30pm local time in the capital city of Accra. It sent a huge fireball into the sky and about 200 police officers were deployed to the scene. Sources say the number of deaths is currently unknown, but a government official has confirmed there are quite a lot of injuries. please keep the city in your prayers 🙏 #gas #explosition #accra #ghana #prayforghana #gasstation

[robingiebes]

You know that feeling? That feeling where you're watching the beginning of a show and two characters are arguing? And then you ponder the weirdness of their sentence structure as they argue because they feel the need to rearticulate why they are arguing? And then because of that argument you feel the need to turn on the song "Too Much Exposition" from Urinetown? That feeling? Yeah, happens all the time. 

[hufflepuff-keeperpuff]

Explosition: A Play on Words

It was in Potions that she first saw him, sitting on the other side of the room among the boys he was probably expected to sit by. Freddie had leaned over to whisper, “Don’t bother with him, Love. You can’t get any more Slytherin than him.” And she knew what that meant - he wouldn’t dare go near a Hufflepuff. But there was something romantic in the idea of a boy so untouchable and aloof.

She was a romantic like that, always had been. Love loved the idea of being that girl who made the serious start to smile and make even the most ornery of people at least a little gentle. She wanted to be the one who got through the aloofness and got them to say something, even if it was just to tell her she was annoying. She was that sort of person when she was young, forcing herself into people's lives and making them happy and telling them that was all she needed to be happy, too.

Her crush on Hadrian Agustus disappeared within the year.

She still hung on her best friend's arm wherever they went - and she was never without him if she could help it. His friends became hers, and by the middle of their second year, when Love was on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, she never went anywhere without at least three other people. The rumors about her and Freddie dating stopped the second he got a boyfriend. And then ended that relationship and got a girlfriend. And then, when that fell through, he asked a pair of twins out, and even Love was surprised when they both said yes.

They were in their third year at the time, and Love refused to let anything get to her. She insisted on being known as the happiest of the girls in her years, the most unbreakable and the one to go to for any advice at all. She faked it pretty well - knowing what to say and when, and the girls looked up to her. She was loved, and teased for her name and the jacket she wore whenever not wearing her uniform - it was just as poofy as her hair or her owl, and it was her favorite thing in the world.

Even the potions master would comment on her appearance every now and then, though it was veiled as a double-edged comment on Hufflepuff's performance in class as a whole. Love just happened to enjoy making potions and managed to do so with something akin to ease, simply because she understood how to be careful and gentle with the ingredients when she needed to be, and sharp or brutal when needed.

She was thirteen now, and she stopped caring that they shared a class with Slytherin. So long as she stopped Freddie from explosively ruining yet another assignment, then there was nothing to worry about.

She failed that today.

The two had been practicing in the great hall for an upcoming exam, perching cross-legged on the table. Freddie stirred the mix twice too many times, and his Babbling Brew belched and fizzed and dribbled over the rim of the cauldron, threatening to splatter everywhere.

"Get down!" She called and scrambled off the table to take cover beneath it. It exploded by the time Love's feet hit the ground, however, and no-one had time to flee before it covered everyone in the hall with purple. Well, purple-grey if you wanted to be artistic about it.

[bermuda-n-drangle]

Explosition is my new favorite literary element.

[artruby]

Ori Gersht, Karl Jaspers