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    Pros and Cons of Houses

    lbardugo:

    sashaforthewin:

    timelordparadise:

    squirrelofwednesday:

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    HOW IS EVIL LAUGHTER A CON

    Exactly, welcome to Slytherin

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    Oh, tumblr, with your perfect timing.

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  2.   ppyajunebug:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(Image source.)
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
lavenderpatil
because everyone should read it

    Full image link →

    ppyajunebug:

    thelethifoldwitch:

    Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

    But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

    Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

    Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

    Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

    Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

    Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

    Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

    Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

    Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

    Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

    Imagine the ghosts.

    Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

    Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

    Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

    Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

    Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

    Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

    Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

    Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

    Imagine the students who never use magic again.

    (Image source.)

    (From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

    Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
    lavenderpatil
    because everyone should read it

    (via untalentedandhorny)

    Source: thelethifoldwitch

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    chibisokka:

    reblog if you ARE gay, if you SUPPORT gays, or if you like to OPEN people’s WINDOWS in the middle of the NIGHT and put DOZENS of GEESE in their BEDROOMS.

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    hedgehog-goulash7:

    No.

    Deduce the shirt! Instead of a hamster running desperately on a wheel, going nowhere, the hamster is now the captain of his ship, taking charge of the wheel, navigating the whole thing.  That’s actually a deep T-shirt.

    Also, sexy.  Asfghjjklasfhjl.

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    gayobamafanfiction:

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    disneydrooler:

    laughing because she is.

    i actually did laugh when I saw this in theaters because this is a very real guilt tactic parents use and it’s 100% effective

    its called gaslighting http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaslighting

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    colinmorgasms:

    what if obama does the ice bucket challenge and nominates queen elizabeth

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  9.   shockingblankets:

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    importantbirds:

    yes feel music in the fLUFFLES

    HOOP HIOOP I GOTS A GROOVES ON A Acorbions musics!  I know EVER WORD A THIS SONGS

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  12.  

    child's therapist: your child has a mental disorder

    parent: i'm supportive, understanding, and loving. i will do all i can to help my child.

    child: i can't do this because my disorder makes it very hard.

    parent: you're lazy

    parent: you're immature

    parent: get over it it's not that big of a deal

    parent: grow up

    parent: don't tell anyone about your disorder you should be ashamed of it

    child: i'm insulted and i think your comments are abusive

    parent: i've done nothing but support you with this!!!!

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    itsstuckyinmyhead:

    British Tumblr Posts photoset #2

    Want to see more country Photosets?

    American Photoset #1 

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    Some Camera Shots in Sherlock →

    mid0nz:

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    CRANE SHOT

    A shot where the camera is placed on a crane or jib and moved up or down. Think a vertical tracking shot. (x)

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    CROSS CUT

    the editing technique of alternating, interweaving, or interspersing one narrative action (scene, sequence, or event) with…

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    captain booty

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