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Minerva has a drawer in her desk. It is the top left one and the handle goes months at a time without being touched. However, she has not forgot its contents. Every once in a while after a few stiff drinks she will gain the courage to open it. Slowly and carefully as if it will attack her.

She opens it with one hand and a glass of firewhisky in the other.

She pulls the contents out one by one.

The first is a simple splinter of wood. What was left of her broom from her school days. She rubs the scar on her stomach.

The next is a picture of a group of wizards covered in dust and curse marks of various severity. They all are grinning and the one on the end laughs as he leans against a chair, unable to stand properly. It was probably one of the last times Alastor was that carefree. Things had gone down hill for him sometime after she left the Auror’s offices.

The next makes her hand shake as she pull’s it out. She bit her lip as she stares down at the yellowing wedding invitation.

“We would like to invite you to the joining of Lily Evans and James Potter in holy matrimony on May 14th 1979.”

“P.S. Padfoot demands that you be his date.”

She laughed as she looked down at the next item. A piece of parchment with scribbles and a horribly written poem lay in front of her. James had been trying to write about Lily’s ‘tomato red hair’ instead of working during class. She had taken it away and shown Pamona at dinner and the Hufflepuff Head nearly choked on her food that night.

She sets it down and picks up the next photo. She remembers this one clearly. Sirius had shoved a camera into a younger student’s hands right before he boarded the Hogwarts express to leave for the last time. Minerva stood in the middle, smiling with Remus on one side towering over her, Lily and James next to him leaning against each other, Sirius and Peter on her other side. She watched as the camera went off, Sirius quickly turned and kissed her cheek. The photograph captured her surprise and mild outrage and his grin before ending and starting again.

Holding back tears, She pulls the next one out. It was at headquarters during the first war right before Lily and James went into hiding. Lily sat on a chair with a grin as she watched James hold a hand to her stomach and felt his child kick for the first time. He looked at her in complete awe as he looked on the verge of tears. In the background a tired looking Remus and Frank Longbottom held back Sirius as he attempted to charge forward to feel his godchild’s kicks.

Minerva shook her head and took a large drink from her glass as she pulled the next item out. A small photo of four boys. Peter held the camera up high and squinted his eyes against the setting sun while in the background a sixteen year old Remus fell to his knees in laughter as Sirius screamed at James who perched on a tree continuing to toss leaves and bark into his future best man’s hair.

She wishes she could reach into this picture and shake Peter. Ask him why.

She wishes she could scream to them. Warn them.

She wishes that this damned drawer of memories was not the only thing she had left.

She wishes that James and Lily were alive and continuing to send her photos of their children.

She wishes that Remus would show up for tea like he used to.

She wishes Peter was that quiet boy who always jokingly left a saucer of milk outside her door.

She wishes that Sirius would send his usual monthly proposal owl.

She wishes that she did more.

She wishes she could have protected her boys.

#well thank you for all the stab wounds now in my heart

youarestillmystrongestmemory

mini-tuffs

I gotta say….IT’s times like this that I didn’t just know Fahrenheit

#maple syrup drinkers

mikewoodld

Happy #Pride 2017! (at New York, New York)

w-a-b-blog1

@serperior3

felitomkinson

my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented

#most definitely

thecatsinthecrypt

reblog if you ARE JEWISH, if you SUPPORT JEWISH PEOPLE, or if you WANT ALL NEONAZIS TO BE CARRIED OFF BY MOTHMAN

theerraticace

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

moved-to-corpsec0la

dude im a they/them/their person fuckin use these dood

marauders4evr

Good morning! Can you believe there are people out there who don’t understand the importance of Dobby?

“Oh yeah, he’s that little cute creature who tried to help Harry.”

“He’s the comic relief haha! ‘Bad Dobby!’“

“Who?”

No!

Dobby was a legitimately crucial character and it kills me that the movies reduced his character so much and that many people in the fandom forget about what his character represented.

Dobby’s the reason I knew halfway through the Deathly Hallows that Harry was going to die in the climax. I’m dead (heh) serious.

Granted, in the grand scheme of things, nearly every single plotpoint that Dobby brought to the table could have been shifted to another character. Hell, that’s what the movies did. (See: Neville finding the Room of Requirement).

But what Dobby represented was so much greater. Honestly, the reason Dobby exists is heartbreaking.

Because you’ve got this character right? This small, thin, character who wears rags. This small, thin, rag-wearing character with bright green eyes. Who lives to serve for Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, the family that is canonically set up to parallel the Dursleys. He spends each and every day doing horrid tasks and chores for these snotty, violent, people and their spoiled son. In turn, they abuse him, beat him, kick him, mistreat him, and act as though he is the sheer scum of the earth.

But he’s strong. Strong enough to overcome that abuse in order to help others. And when he finally is set free, no longer having to return to that abusive family, he still makes it his mission to help others. He doesn’t just want to help them, he needs to help them. The trouble is, every time he goes to help them, something horrible happens. People end up in trouble, people end up getting hurt, and no matter how much he tries, more and more people start to hate and resent his help.

But he helps all the same. He helps his closest friends and when the time comes, this small, thin, green-eyed, character sacrifices himself and dies.

Now look me in the eye and tell me Dobby was the simple filler/comic relief.

Why do you think Harry was so attached to him in the first place?

Dobby needed to die in the end because Harry needed to die in the end.

Dobby was Harry. Harry was Dobby.

The only difference, of course, is that when Dobby died, he died surrounded by his closest friends. Harry died alone.

*Stretches* Well, I think I’ve broken your hearts enough. Time for breakfast.

historian-bibliophile-deactivat

If you want to be friends with me you don’t have to be “Hi, um, can, ya know, we be friends?”

It is 1000000000000000000000% percent ok if you just go into my inbox can go. “Man, I am so fucking pissed off at fucking Michael.” And I’ll most likely respond with, “Oh shit! What did Michael do now?“

veinitas

this is such a good post because asking ppl if you can be friends can make them feel so uncomfortable but if you approach them like this its SO EASY to start a conversation and let a friendship develop naturally

sexylibrarian1

@thecrownedrose I’m snorting

gentlect

Jo said on pottermore that Minerva fell in love with a muggle, but did nothing about it because she didn't want to hide being a witch from him like her mom did. And she married a man later on that she knew through the ministry. They were married until his death

((OOC: Well, yes, I do know that. Jo said a lot of things about her characters, after the books were long finished. The point I’m trying to make here is, she has tried to add things on to a story that was finished years ago, and a story that has been in the hands of her fans for decades now. Which makes some people really happy. But for others, it makes them incredibly ticked, because “C’MON JK, I HAD THIS WHOLE SUBTEXT CREATED FOR MINERVA IN MY HEAD.” My opinion is, at this point, with the story fully completed, Jo no longer has full jurisdiction over these characters. If this wasn’t something that she felt important enough to include in the books, then I don’t consider it important enough to change 15 years of my own creative input.))

#so much yes

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i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because:

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person

im not a pissbaby

damncommunists-deactivated20180

my white friends that have reblogged this give me life

zelda-tempest

4. Sometimes I am a shitty white person and the jokes remind me to FUCKIN STOP

lallamariamhabibi

If ur white and like this post I fux with u

birdpapi-deactivated20171121

^absolutely

verdant-witch

5. It’s hard to be offended when white people jokes involve bland food/tourist dads in socks and sandals/white girls in yoga pants obsessed with pumpkin spice/suburban PTA moms and other harmless and mostly true stereotypes while jokes about POC involve them being called thugs/criminals/slurs/uneducated/illegal immigrants.

blackpoeticinjustice

i fucks with u heavy if ur white and you reblog this

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6. They’re usually really fucking funny and don’t perpetuate stereotypes that will ever affect me economically, politically, or cause me any true harm, let alone create risks that “justify” my murder and/or death

satyrical-prince

Waits for my white mutuals to reblog😌

anar-tea

yesyesyesyes

eggpla

7. I still don’t know how to season chicken

yourfluffiestnightmare

In CoS when they try to sneak into Myrtle’s bathroom to ask her about her death, McGonagall catches them and Harry makes up the excuse that they wanted to see Hermione in the hospital wing and Minnie doesn’t give them detention and then comes this and since we all know Harry’s dumbest excuse, here’s the official suggestion to rate all of Harry’s excuses on a scale from

#I love them so much

allthecanadianpolitics

Toes are used in an infamous cocktail served by a Dawson City bar

A thief who made off with a human toe used in a notorious cocktail served by a Dawson City bar has mailed the toe back to its owners, Yukon RCMP say.

Staff at the Downtown Hotel reported the theft last Sunday, saying someone had made off with one of the bar’s mummified toes. The bar, located in a small community more than six hours north of Whitehorse, uses the toes in a drink they call a “Sourtoe Cocktail.”

The bar apparently has some backup toes, but this one was donated recently by a man who had the toe surgically removed.

“We’re just very, very, very happy to have it back,” hotel manager Geri Coulbourne told CBC News on Friday.

#maple syrup drinkers

lulusketches

Hagrid going back to Hogwarts after the war, and Harry taking him to Diagon Alley to return the favor :)

justanotherdrarryblog

Pry this from my cold dead hands people.

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #yes yes yes yes yes #YES #HP

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I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

olisaurusrex

I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs

ready when you are

thattallsummonerguy

Or if you’d like to have some more options….

I’m 6’4” 228 pounds and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football. Just in case you are looking for variety.

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what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.

nevergenders-moved

im tiny, i’m like 5′4 and 130 lbs but u can fight me too

scumbagsblog

Reblogging for the last one cuz that’s adorable

likeits1995

SO PROUD

ghost--ranger

The Fantastic 4 we deserve

crimezi

OMG IVE ONLY SEEN THIS POST IN SCREEN SHOTS

stars-for-thought

We will all protect the small one.

the-cheshire-cat-grin

The small one needs no protection she rides into battles we can’t even imagine

potterslittleferret

Draco Malfoy, a summary

What Harry thinks he’s like:

What his friends think he’s like:

What the Gryffindors think he’s like:

What his parents think he’s like:

What the fandom think he’s like:

What he thinks he’s like:

What he’s really like:

tacticalmoonbeam

I will never not reblog this.

THIS IS EPIC AS FUCK

The accuracy

It’s back!

Source

“Image Credit: Carol Rossetti

When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become.

Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy.

“It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities,” Rossetti told Mic via email. “It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be.”

Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet.

“I see those situations I portray every day,” she wrote. “I lived some of them myself.”

Despite quickly garnering thousands of enthusiastic comments and shares on Facebook, the project started as something personal — so personal, in fact, that Rossetti is still figuring out what to call it. For now, the images reside in albums simply titled “WOMEN in english!“ or ”Mujeres en español!“ which is fitting: Rossetti’s illustrations encompass a vast set of experiences that together create a powerful picture of both women’s identity and oppression.

One of the most interesting aspects of the project is the way it has struck such a global chord. Rossetti originally wrote the text of the illustrations in Portuguese, and then worked with an Australian woman to translate them to English. A group of Israeli feminists also took it upon themselves to create versions of the illustrations in Hebrew. Now, more people have reached out to Rossetti through Facebook and offered to translate her work into even more languages. Next on the docket? Spanish, Russian, German and Lithuanian.

It’s an inspiring show of global solidarity, but the message of Rossetti’s art is clear in any language. Above all, her images celebrate being true to oneself, respecting others and questioning what society tells us is acceptable or beautiful.

“I can’t change the world by myself,” Rossetti said. “But I’d love to know that my work made people review their privileges and be more open to understanding and respecting one another.””

From the site: All images courtesy Carol Rossetti and used with permission. You can find more illustrations, as well as more languages, on her Facebook page.