August 24, 2014   46,641 notes
felixani:

outlaw-monarch:

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

I had never ever thought of this before. probably horribly true.But on one point I disagree- do you imagine that the parents and older magical, non-ministry people would allow the ministry to chuck children away for unforgiveable curses they were forced to do under duress?
I can think of some Molly Weasleys, some Narcissa Malfoys, that would burn the Ministry to the ground first

So I scrolled past this originally…then saw it again and I have to respond. 
Harry Potter is about the triumph of the human spirit. Look around the world, wars and death occur daily. Real life things happen in war that are more gruesome than some of the stuff in HP, and yet those people carry on. 
Why? Because those moments up there are temporary, in time they will slowly fade. Will they go away forever? No. Will some days and weeks be hard and unforgiving? Certain noises or places triggers? Yes. 
But think of the groups that would spring up the following year, support groups. People talk about those they loved that died, or the survivor guilt. How the whole school, no matter the house would pull together to give people hugs. 
How when someone struggles to cast a spell, enter a room, and starts crying, how no one will mock them or question it as they all have been there. How the more motherly students would usher them away to get some comfort food from the house elves. 
How the Professors would move slow in studies and be more forgiving when their skills are lacking, offering tutoring, or just a listening ear for students who need it. 
How every year going forward the Battle of Hogwarts memorial night would be held in the great hall. It would start off somber, but as people remembered the good times of those they love that are gone, there would be laughter, some crying, but the strength of friendship would grow stronger. 
The ghosts of those who remain I don’t think would be vindictive. I see them trying to help friends move on, helping lost new students around, or the other side, being pranksters and getting people lost. Those ghosts are heroes, so yes a violent death, they fought and died knowing they fought for the right cause.
Not to mention a statue, or plaque, or something that remembers each victim put on the grounds of the school.
I post this not to contradict the OP, but to merely point out in writing that those bad feelings above do happen and are terrible, but there is also good things and ways that people move on in time. If we did not we couldn’t function. Grief is crippling, I know. But time, love and friends help heal it little by little, let us never forget that.  

I had to reblog this for one reason and one reason only:
The first post made sad.  It tarnished memories and feelings of triumph I had during the darkest period of my short life so far.
The last one…that’s the one that made me cry.  But it wasn’t because I was sad.

felixani:

outlaw-monarch:

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

I had never ever thought of this before. probably horribly true.
But on one point I disagree- do you imagine that the parents and older magical, non-ministry people would allow the ministry to chuck children away for unforgiveable curses they were forced to do under duress?

I can think of some Molly Weasleys, some Narcissa Malfoys, that would burn the Ministry to the ground first

So I scrolled past this originally…then saw it again and I have to respond. 

Harry Potter is about the triumph of the human spirit. Look around the world, wars and death occur daily. Real life things happen in war that are more gruesome than some of the stuff in HP, and yet those people carry on. 

Why? Because those moments up there are temporary, in time they will slowly fade. Will they go away forever? No. Will some days and weeks be hard and unforgiving? Certain noises or places triggers? Yes. 

But think of the groups that would spring up the following year, support groups. People talk about those they loved that died, or the survivor guilt. How the whole school, no matter the house would pull together to give people hugs. 

How when someone struggles to cast a spell, enter a room, and starts crying, how no one will mock them or question it as they all have been there. How the more motherly students would usher them away to get some comfort food from the house elves. 

How the Professors would move slow in studies and be more forgiving when their skills are lacking, offering tutoring, or just a listening ear for students who need it. 

How every year going forward the Battle of Hogwarts memorial night would be held in the great hall. It would start off somber, but as people remembered the good times of those they love that are gone, there would be laughter, some crying, but the strength of friendship would grow stronger. 

The ghosts of those who remain I don’t think would be vindictive. I see them trying to help friends move on, helping lost new students around, or the other side, being pranksters and getting people lost. Those ghosts are heroes, so yes a violent death, they fought and died knowing they fought for the right cause.

Not to mention a statue, or plaque, or something that remembers each victim put on the grounds of the school.

I post this not to contradict the OP, but to merely point out in writing that those bad feelings above do happen and are terrible, but there is also good things and ways that people move on in time. If we did not we couldn’t function. Grief is crippling, I know. But time, love and friends help heal it little by little, let us never forget that.  

I had to reblog this for one reason and one reason only:

The first post made sad.  It tarnished memories and feelings of triumph I had during the darkest period of my short life so far.

The last one…that’s the one that made me cry.  But it wasn’t because I was sad.

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August 22, 2014   3,672 notes

dbooox:

Even if Hans kissed Anna, I guess…Anna wouldn’t be saved…

(Please forgive my bad English.)

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August 20, 2014

"Can you please change your blog to match my personal preference?  I’m going to say I’m not trying to be rude so you can’t call me out on being rude."

Some people have so much more patience than I do.

August 18, 2014   47,796 notes

fandomlicious:

lovewithallyouvegot:

kaname-madoka:

comics exaggerating and over sensitizing the “social justice warriors” on this website are inaccurate and unrealistic and the orca agrees

Shall I continue…?

I am so done with a lot of humanity

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August 17, 2014   92,427 notes

“ Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains. ”

I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g.  (via deliriosity)

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August 14, 2014   1 note

Don’t wax.

August 14, 2014

I think I sometimes play video games so I can pretend I’m not useless.

August 12, 2014   210,777 notes

antisjwyellowfang:

Just your daily reminders:

  • Racists are a problem
  • White people are not
  • Homophobes are a problem
  • Straight people are not
  • Transphobes are a problem
  • Cis people are not
  • Sexists are a problem
  • Men are not

And most importantly,

  • Hating an innocent person solely because of their race, sexuality, or gender makes you a fucking asshole

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August 9, 2014

I don’t understand the point of online suicide notes.

I mean, in all seriousness, the only purpose they serve is making everyone who used to know and like you online upset.  They wonder if they should’ve talked to you more, if they could’ve done something.  It literally has no other outcome.

Is that the point?  To make sure your life is remembered, even if it’s just traumatizing some people?

I would never do that to you, two people who actually give a damn about me.  I would never leave a note here saying I was dead so you could feel bad about it.

August 8, 2014   110,271 notes

officialkurtwagner:

mandopony:

whythatsbullshit:

So let me tell you why this is bullshit.

That “cure” everyone is talking about? It isn’t a cure. It’s a drug that hadn’t even been tested on humans before we gave it to those two Americans (who were white, yes, but were also in a missionary group trying to improve the lives of African children it’s not like they were fucking tourists or something). They could have both fucking died on the spot. The only reason they even gave this unfinished, untested drug to them is because the mortality rate for ebola is like 90% anyway so they thought why the fuck not. 

Now let’s have a little thought experiment for you dipshits who seriously don’t understand the situation. Imagine we gave this “cure” to every single person in Nigeria, Guinea, Sierra Leone, and Liberia (yeah, it’s pretty fucking ignorant to just call them all “Africans”) infected with ebola (getting around the fact that it would be just about impossible to diagnose and treat every single one of them in time)… and they all died anyway. The “cure” didn’t work. 

You same fuckwads would lose your shit over that. “AMERICAN DRUG KILLS AFRICANS”, you would say. It would be all over Tumblr: “WHY DIDN’T THEY TEST THIS MORE BEFORE GIVING IT OUT OMG” and “USING AFRICANS AS TEST RATS FOR EBOLA DRUG SO WHITE PEOPLE DONT HAVE TO #RACISM”. 

You can’t really be so ignorant that you seriously think it would be a good idea to ship crates of this hitherto-unknown, untested drug to West Africa and just hope for the best.

B-b-b-b-but, you’re taking away a perfectly reasonable and easy excuse to hate Americans! …and hating Americans is the only way I can make friends and convince people that I’m educated online!

Thank God someone with sense on this site

So effing tired of this site turning every issue into a race or gender issue when it isn’t.

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