A real-life Mary Sue

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7 hours ago on October 21st, 2014 | J | 14,386 notes
nice youtuber: look at all these cute videos of the animal babies at my house!
me: that is great and i love this content but please stop putting acoustic guitar songs over this i want to listen to them make baby noises, thank you for your consideration
13 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 200 notes

scoutprouvaire:

amazonpoodle:

what if the reason nobody can tell fred and george apart is because they really are interchangeable

not in a ~it doesn’t matter~ way but like. molly and arthur used to worry that fred and george might turn out to be squibs because they weren’t doing any accidental magic as children, but they were, THEY TOTALLY WERE, it just wasn’t anything flashy, instead they were just like idly switching bodies all the time

and like sometimes it doesn’t make much of a difference, whatever, wake up in the opposite bed you went to sleep in, but it gets like dangerous and weird if you’re on a broom or in the pond or letting your mum teach you to cook or trying to be mad stealth, so for a long long time everybody presumes they’re clumsy maybe-squibs and that they’re doing their twin lying thing when they try to explain what’s going on, so they learn to handle the issue their ownselves

they just. don’t go anywhere without the other. they start each day deciding which body is going to be which (because at this point they really don’t know which body is technically fred and which is technically george), and they learn to reorient FAST when they switch, and what things set them off, and eventually they learn how to act like nothing’s up even when one of them’s in the air and one’s on the ground or whatever, and then they burn past that til they can finish each other’s sentences — til they can switch midsentence — til they can play beater together — til they can switch in a split second in the middle of a game — til there’s room for other kinds of accidental magic to start showing up

at hogwarts they keep each other awake in history of magic by switching back and forth. in potions they take turns brewing and keeping lookout for the slytherins. in transfiguration and charms they keep their grades up because one of them will always get a spell right on the first try so they switch and make it look like both of them do and then they practice on their own later in private. it keeps the mystery alive.

at first they thought lee was just a lucky guesser but no, lee can always tell one twin from another twin — it’s not exactly telling fred from george, because while they are definitely two distinct personalities neither one of them feels like fred all the time or george all the time — but lee knows who he argued with yesterday or who he lent his notes to or who’s best to ask for help in astronomy and who’s best at runes. 

the weasleys are pretty bad at it for the longest time, but then bill comes home from his first year cursebreaking and he can tell, and over a holiday he teaches his trick to charlie so charlie can tell. alicia and katie and angelina can tell. the twins honestly don’t know if oliver can tell or not; so long as they’re doing what they’re supposed to on the quidditch pitch he doesn’t really care about much else. harry can tell. luna can tell. tonks can tell.

the problem is there’s no way for this to end happily

YES THERE IS

THERE IS INDEED A WAY FOR THIS TO END HAPPILY LISTEN UP

so after fred dies, george hates being trapped in one body, feels claustrophobic, misses fred so much he thinks it might drive him insane

but then one day

george blinks and he’s somewhere he wasn’t a second ago, he’s in a place full of white light and he can’t orient himself, can’t ground himself, feels dizzy and sick and overwhelmed but it only lasts for about thirty seconds.

then he’s back in his own body. 

and he looks down at his chest, his legs, his arms, there’s an ear missing so it’s definitely still his living body, but there’s something written on his arm, scrawled in messy quill ink. 

"i love you. i miss you."

george flips out, washes off the ink and immediately writes a message in reply— “how’s death going?”

he walks around with that message written on his arm for weeks, always keeping a quill pen somewhere nearby, waiting, waiting, before it finally happens again. the switch. george is alive, so he can’t handle being in the afterlife, he feels dizzy and sick and it’s the worst feeling in the world, but it doesn’t last long, and when he gets back to his living body, there’s a long message from fred waiting on his right thigh, the ink still drying.

this goes on for years, never as often as either twin would like, but it’s enough. fred helps george figure out how to propose to angelina, fred helps plan the wedding. sometimes it’s fred in george’s body when angelina kisses her husband. sometimes she suspects, but she doesn’t mind in the slightest.

it gets easier as george gets older. the times when he switches into fred’s afterlife don’t hurt as much. he almost feels comfortable there, almost feels oriented. he knows he’s getting closer to dying.

then when george is past ninety, lying on his deathbed, he writes a careful message on his palm. “i’m coming soon. where are you?”

they switch, it lasts for almost five minutes this time, and when george gets back into his own body, he sees the instructions fred wrote over his heart.

"you’ll wake up in king’s cross station. take the second train and get off at the third stop. i’ll be waiting."

15 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 10,952 notes

❝However great the fear, I will not look away
If at the end of everything, there is love.❞
❝However great the fear, 
I will not look away If at the end of everything,
there is love.❞
15 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 288 notes

“But I’m just being honest!”

That’s right. You are just being honest. You are not being compassionate, or considerate, or thoughtful, or loving, or polite, or even pleasant. Just. Honest.

There are times when someone has to deliver an unpleasant truth. There may even be times when that person is the “just being honest” fanatic. But so much more often, unvarnished honesty is unnecessary, unkind, and unwarranted, and a little thought put into the delivery of the message would go such a long way toward making it valuable and constructive feedback rather than a shattering blow that can only be forgiven, not forgotten.

15 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 67 notes

roachpatrol:

elanorpam:

fluorescentkeyboard:

eccentric-nucleus:

i’ve been really enjoying this

So far magic school was total rubbish.

Elliot sat on the fence bisecting two fields and brooded tragically over his wrongs.

He had been taken away from geography class, one of his most interesting classes, to take some kind of scholarship test out in the wild. A woman in odd clothing had ‘tested’ him by asking him if he could see a wall standing in the middle of a field. When he told her “Obviously, because it’s a wall. Walls tend to be obvious” she had pointed out other people blithely walking through the wall as if it was not there, and told him that he was one of the chosen few with the sight.

“Are you telling me that I have magical powers?” Elliot had asked, extremely excited for a moment, and then he added: “… because I can’t walk through walls? That doesn’t seem right.”


From much later in the same text:

"…and Elliot had to try and explain being Jewish but not practising to an elf."

i was bored and listless and sleepy at work and started reading this and now i’m punched in the feelings

READ THIS READ THIS READ THIS

“Lovely child, you think the world is so bright,” said Red Rose: they were the only words he ever spoke to Jewel in the play, as if men didn’t talk to each other. “You have not learned yet that the light of the world is men burning. The years will pass and you will know what it is to be consumed.”

YOU WILL CRY. I CRIED. IT’S THE BEST. 

16 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 402 notes

villainette:

Spent the month using descriptions from Garth Nix’s Sabriel as drawing warmups! Super fun, even when it involved drawing endless. Tiny. Keys. 

16 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 451 notes
kuudererules:

Credit by mery
http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=2750098

kuudererules:

Credit by mery

http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=2750098

16 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 86 notes
dakka123:

Come on guys, keep pushing this!! This is so important!
Full article http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2014/10/06/judge-injunction-ferguson-police/16835217/

dakka123:

Come on guys, keep pushing this!!
This is so important!

Full article
http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2014/10/06/judge-injunction-ferguson-police/16835217/

17 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 8,868 notes
Tagged as: #furgeson #GOOD 
19 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 69 notes
endro-rising:

To keep the Dead down by thisonething.

endro-rising:

To keep the Dead down by thisonething.

19 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 43 notes
Tagged as: #old kingdom 

sketchylizstifel:

here, there be monsters.

(mogget unbound)

19 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 335 notes
so-boujie:

stunningpicture:

No amount of hot showers will get rid of the glitter on me now. Hopefully you guys think it was worth it!

your beard is the night that poets write about

so-boujie:

stunningpicture:

No amount of hot showers will get rid of the glitter on me now. Hopefully you guys think it was worth it!

your beard is the night that poets write about

22 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 102,388 notes
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Song: Jessie's Girl
Artist: Mary Lambert
Album: Heart On My Sleeve (Deluxe Edition)
Played: 355,024 times.

theladymonsters:

in which a gay cover of one of the most quintessential modern american love songs is a thing that exists

1 day ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 55,951 notes
Tagged as: #music #YES 
jeannepompadour:

Salomé Illustration for the play by Oscar Wilde by Marcus Behmer, 1897

jeannepompadour:

Salomé Illustration for the play by Oscar Wilde by Marcus Behmer, 1897

1 day ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 133 notes