If I follow you, yes, I care about your garden, what your cat did today, the jewelry you made, that one friend who said the thing, i like your sense of humor, and also your selfies.
Ravenclaws with huge communal bookshelfs that tower to the ceiling. It’s become tradition that when you leave Hogwarts, you leave behind a copy of your favorite book, so they have books dating back centuries.
SO MANY MUGGLE NOVELS CONTAINING NO MAGICAL ABILITIES WHATSOEVER AND THE WIZARDS READING THEM AND GETTING THEIR MINDS BLOWN
Down the back corner of the far shelf sits a modern reprint of Newton’s Principia Mathematica. The prefects take it from the curious first years’ hands, chuckling. “You’re not ready for that one yet,” they say. “In another life, you might be, but in this castle, it’s going to be triply hard to understand. Let me recommend you some background reading first.”
Pride of place is Tolkein’s The Lord of the Rings, and it’s somewhat of an initiation ritual for purebloods to read it. The older students take bets on how long it will take each student to realise it’s not a history book.
The Shakespeare collection is quite large, and there’s an unofficial rule against enchanted translations of it. This came about when one frustrated reading group poring over Romeo and Juliet enchanted the book to read a modern, context-aware translation aloud, and filled the Common Room with vulgar swearing and dick jokes until somebody managed to shut it off. People still remark that the puns were pretty damn clever.
A muggle-born’s sibling sends them a howler in the middle of the school year and it arrives while they eat. When they open it, all it does is simply scream “WHAT TEAM?”. Nearly all the muggle-borns shout “WILDCATS!” before returning to their meal, leaving the pure-bloods in total confusion of what the hell they just witnessed.
Hello cutelets! It has again come to research season, and this year I’m starting out with a bang!
This year’s topic is queerness and disability. I will be creating a socio-literary anthology named S*T*A*R*B*O*N*E*S: The Sticky Sexual and Gender Dilemmas Of The Socially Disabled Body. This anthology will discuss the experiences of queer disabled individuals as they navigate through hetero-, able- and cisnormative society, and the lessons they gain through being deviant across these three axes, as well as through the lens of race. I will (hopefully) be working with some extremely talented professors and advisers at University of Illinois at Chicago as well as at various organizations throughout Chicago as needed.
However, I will need the cooperation of the lovely community at Tumblr! Finding people to interview, editors, and people to send in poetry and literary pieces about their experiences as queer disabled individuals is a huge component of the work. If you’re interested in helping out, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I will be making more posts as it gets closer to the beginning of the school year, as well as making a SurveyMonkey survey to get more formalized answers, in due time. Thanks!
Breaking via ABC News: UN Human Rights Council votes to open inquiry into alleged war crimes in Gaza; U.S. is the ONLY “no” vote.
That’s because the U.S. is a direct accomplice to every war crime that Israel commits.
USA, the world’s #1 killing machine.
fleur delacour is so important i can’t even put it into words
badass girl whose “most precious” was her sister, who despite what anyone might think of her (cough molly cough ron cough hermione cough) looks past any aesthetic unpleasantries because she is completely and irrevocably in love with bill, who willingly risks her life for harry (the seven harrys, anyone???), who manages to create a spot of brightness in the middle of war (wedding!!!), who is feminine and badass at the same time, who opens her home to an entitled goblin and multiple refugees/runaways, who doesn’t sacrifice one bit of her integrity or character despite the looming threat of war
There are a lot of important Speak Now tour covers but this is the most important one, because “am i more than you bargained for yet”, because “i’m just a notch in your bedpost but you’re just a line in a song”, because “drop a heart, break a name”, because the pronoun change she makes isn’t even a pronoun change it’s “how i’m just dying to be him → how i’m just dying to be here”. SO IMPORTANT.
the stupidest thing in the entire harry potter series was when they go down to the slytherin dormitory and it’s all dark and slimy and freezing and shit. as if lucius malfoy would let his son live in squalor like that. the house with the highest concentration of spoiled purebloods are happy to live under the goddamn lake? no.
wow this is the #1 best harry potter criticism i have ever read
# headcanon that it’s enchanted to look like that to anyone not in slytherin (and the castle can always tell) # for the kids who live there it’s elegant and well-lit and comfortable # but anyone who doesn’t belong gets to be damp and uncomfortable in hopes that they will feel how unwanted they are and leave # it *is* slytherin after all (via)
So a week or so ago when I was on the east coast, in a moment of extreme weakness, I went to see the Avengers exhibit at Times Square. It was awesome, I somehow charmed a really sweet employee — ahem, operative — into giving me their rad as hell SHIELD beret, I bought Ellen like sixteen souvenirs (okay, two) — but that is not what I’m here about. (Ask me about the Cap t-shirt I got. Please. Oh my god. Ask me.)
What I’m here about is, unsurprisingly, the Captain America portion of exhibit.
The experience is immersive, all set up so you feel like you’re in SHIELD archives or the like. The Cap section includes the VitaRay (complete with a cameo by the salt stains from, you guessed it, Chris Evans’ back sweat), the rescuing-Bucky leather jacket, some seriously exclusive trading cards I Coulson’d all over, the Avengers uniform, and, endearingly, a section where you can test your strength against Steve’s. There’s also a little portion by the VitaRay that explains the changes Steve’s brain went through after they administered the serum. Being the massive bag of science trash that I am, this is where I spent most of my time.
The info graphic basically told me what we already know: that the serum enhances everything you had going for you before. So Steve’s brain is smarter and faster, the neurons have a longer life span, the hippocampus — that’s your memory storage — is nice and healthy; whatever. But then they said that the part of Steve’s brain that increased the most in mass and synaptogenesis was the amygdala. And I promptly lost all control over my feelings.
Cut bc this is about to get really gnarly. It’s science time, kiddos.
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