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marlene:

pr1nceshawn:

Shocking Truths Behind What Cat Behaviors Really Mean…

For continuants!

9 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

audreyii-fic:

ladyofthestrange:

doodleigh:

wall-flawer:

This is the cutest thing I’ve seen ever

He totally thought wednesday could lift him i’m dead

Honestly she probably could have.

The Addamses may well be the healthiest, most functional family unit to ever grace the small screen.

9 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE
iloverubberband:

emotionally-inspired:

I should probably shave my legs soonthey’re starting to get a little Harry

IT’S BACK ON MY DASH I’M CRYING

iloverubberband:

emotionally-inspired:

I should probably shave my legs soon


they’re starting to get a little


Harry

IT’S BACK ON MY DASH I’M CRYING

9 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE
thepostmodernpottercompendium:

There are two wars.
Gittel is at Durmstrang when she hears. She’s in the corridor by the potion laboratories with Rozalija and Audra—the only other Lithuanian girls in her class—when her owl comes through the window and lands on her shoulder.
“Someone’s writing from home,” she tells them, unfolding the letter. “My brother, Elizer. He says—he says there are Germans in Šeduva, that they’re rounding up the Jewish families, forcing them to work—”
“Good,” Rozalija says. “My mother says the Jews are rotten. All they do is steal from us. It’s about time someone imposed some laws on them.”
“I am Jewish,” Gittel says, trying to keep her voice calm. “Or did you forget? When have I ever stolen from you?”
“Not you, specifically,” Audra says, a little embarrassed. “Your people.”
You must come home, Eliezer writes, you must use your magic to help us.
I have to stay at school, Gittel writes back.
There are two wars.
There are whispers in the corridors about Grindelwald and his followers torturing wix from non-magical families, and Gittel thinks of the look on her father’s face when an owl came to their window with a letter tied to its leg.
A boy grabs her arm as he walks past her, hisses in her ear. “Your blood is filthy.” Lets her go, pushes her against the wall.
She wonders how he knows. Maybe she is wearing her surprise on her sleeve, a star that lights up every time something magical turns her eye, every time something happens that she never knew was possible.
There’s a symbol scratched into the wall, a triangle with a circle inside it and a line through it. Gittel wonders why people need a picture for their cause.
There are two wars.
Another letter comes from Eliezer, his handwriting sprawled and urgent. Gittel has to squint to read it—she’s lost a little bit of her Yiddish with every year she spends away from home. He writes that in other towns, they’ve started herding the Jews out of the ghettos in trucks.
He does not know where they are taking them. He fears that Šeduva will be next.
Come home, Gittel.
Another boy grabs her arm in the corridor, but this one does not push her aside. He slips a piece of parchment in her pocket without a word. She doesn’t read it until she’s alone in her dormitory.
Δ ○ |Resist
“I cannot,” she tells herself. Her education is more important than fighting in a war.
There are two wars.
It’s a Friday morning when the school is called to assembly in the courtyard by the front gates. “What do you suppose is so important that we had to leave our hex class?” Rozalija asks.
The Headmaster conjures a platform and raises himself above the crowd. “A school ought not take sides in a war,” he says. “But we can no longer allow Muggle-born students to attend our school.”
They are told that they have a week to gather their belongings and make their way home. There is nothing more for them at Durmstrang.
“It was only a matter of time,” Audra says.
“Perhaps it will be better this way,” Rozalija says.
There are two wars.
The day before Gittel is due to leave Durmstrang and return home, one of the boys in the courtyard is reading a Muggle newspaper.
“Where did you get that?” Gittel asks him.
“I’m not telling you, mudblood,” he says.
She hides behind a tree as he reads it aloud to his friends.
“… and they have taken all the Jews in Šiauliai…”
Her home county. It seems too easy, too sudden, but now Gittel has no home to return to.
There are two wars.
“We’ll miss you!” Audra says. “Do you think we’ll see you again?”
“I don’t think so,” Gittel says. She doesn’t think they’ll miss her, either.
She takes a train away from Durmstrang with the other Muggle-born students. There are first years there, crying in fear, and older students holding their hands and telling them that everything will be alright.
The train pulls into its destination and the former students flood out, looking for their families. Gittel has not heard from Eliezer in weeks.
There are two wars, but both wars are fought over the false worship of one blood over another. Both wars are forcing Gittel from her home, and she wants to fight in both. But she finds the newspapers at the station, she reads the headlines, and she loses hope that she’ll ever see her family again. She still has magic, though. She still has her wand, and there’s one war that still needs fighters.
There are tears in her eyes, but there is still a piece of parchment in her pocket. Resist.
She sees the boy who gave it to her leaving the station and she runs after him.
“Wait!”
(submitted by memordes. This piece is a poignant and touching look at how these two wars - magical and muggle - could have intersected.)

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

There are two wars.

Gittel is at Durmstrang when she hears. She’s in the corridor by the potion laboratories with Rozalija and Audra—the only other Lithuanian girls in her class—when her owl comes through the window and lands on her shoulder.

“Someone’s writing from home,” she tells them, unfolding the letter. “My brother, Elizer. He says—he says there are Germans in Šeduva, that they’re rounding up the Jewish families, forcing them to work—”

“Good,” Rozalija says. “My mother says the Jews are rotten. All they do is steal from us. It’s about time someone imposed some laws on them.”

“I am Jewish,” Gittel says, trying to keep her voice calm. “Or did you forget? When have I ever stolen from you?”

“Not you, specifically,” Audra says, a little embarrassed. “Your people.”

You must come home, Eliezer writes, you must use your magic to help us.

I have to stay at school, Gittel writes back.

There are two wars.

There are whispers in the corridors about Grindelwald and his followers torturing wix from non-magical families, and Gittel thinks of the look on her father’s face when an owl came to their window with a letter tied to its leg.

A boy grabs her arm as he walks past her, hisses in her ear. “Your blood is filthy.” Lets her go, pushes her against the wall.

She wonders how he knows. Maybe she is wearing her surprise on her sleeve, a star that lights up every time something magical turns her eye, every time something happens that she never knew was possible.

There’s a symbol scratched into the wall, a triangle with a circle inside it and a line through it. Gittel wonders why people need a picture for their cause.

There are two wars.

Another letter comes from Eliezer, his handwriting sprawled and urgent. Gittel has to squint to read it—she’s lost a little bit of her Yiddish with every year she spends away from home. He writes that in other towns, they’ve started herding the Jews out of the ghettos in trucks.

He does not know where they are taking them. He fears that Šeduva will be next.

Come home, Gittel.

Another boy grabs her arm in the corridor, but this one does not push her aside. He slips a piece of parchment in her pocket without a word. She doesn’t read it until she’s alone in her dormitory.

Δ ○ |
Resist

“I cannot,” she tells herself. Her education is more important than fighting in a war.

There are two wars.

It’s a Friday morning when the school is called to assembly in the courtyard by the front gates. “What do you suppose is so important that we had to leave our hex class?” Rozalija asks.

The Headmaster conjures a platform and raises himself above the crowd. “A school ought not take sides in a war,” he says. “But we can no longer allow Muggle-born students to attend our school.”

They are told that they have a week to gather their belongings and make their way home. There is nothing more for them at Durmstrang.

“It was only a matter of time,” Audra says.

“Perhaps it will be better this way,” Rozalija says.

There are two wars.

The day before Gittel is due to leave Durmstrang and return home, one of the boys in the courtyard is reading a Muggle newspaper.

“Where did you get that?” Gittel asks him.

“I’m not telling you, mudblood,” he says.

She hides behind a tree as he reads it aloud to his friends.

“… and they have taken all the Jews in Šiauliai…”

Her home county. It seems too easy, too sudden, but now Gittel has no home to return to.

There are two wars.

“We’ll miss you!” Audra says. “Do you think we’ll see you again?”

“I don’t think so,” Gittel says. She doesn’t think they’ll miss her, either.

She takes a train away from Durmstrang with the other Muggle-born students. There are first years there, crying in fear, and older students holding their hands and telling them that everything will be alright.

The train pulls into its destination and the former students flood out, looking for their families. Gittel has not heard from Eliezer in weeks.

There are two wars, but both wars are fought over the false worship of one blood over another. Both wars are forcing Gittel from her home, and she wants to fight in both. But she finds the newspapers at the station, she reads the headlines, and she loses hope that she’ll ever see her family again. She still has magic, though. She still has her wand, and there’s one war that still needs fighters.

There are tears in her eyes, but there is still a piece of parchment in her pocket. Resist.

She sees the boy who gave it to her leaving the station and she runs after him.

“Wait!”

(submitted by memordes. This piece is a poignant and touching look at how these two wars - magical and muggle - could have intersected.)

10 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

rufftoon:

impsexual:

The darkness is upon us.

I have seen the new trailer.

This comic is accurate.

10 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

sashayed:

sashayed:

everyone has that one text post that you suddenly remember and weirdly bark-laugh in the shower

image

10 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

lumos5001:

mr-fandom:

lumos5001:

ayebastille:

reblog if you remember when pompeii WASN’T a number 1 song and BEFORE it was popular and ASH was still FALLING from mount vesuvius

image

I thought this post was for people who remembered?

YOU JUST HAD TO GO THERE DIDN’T YOU

10 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

disneyvillainsforjustice:

lost-in-hammerspace:

This has been a psa about Aesthetic Attraction by me

Yep. I see many people as cute and adorable, but I have no sexual or romantic feelings towards them.
- Mod Helga

10 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE
swag-canada:

he’s the one they warn us about in math problems 

swag-canada:

he’s the one they warn us about in math problems 

10 hours ago on September 20th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE
erennyehgar:

charlesoberonn:

madmadsmadly:

homuratrash:

lawliets-cake:

i had a random thoughtwhat if there was a notebook called the ship noteits like the death note, but instead of killing people, you write two people’s names beside each other
and they fall in love
writing details and cause of how they fell in love beside their namesno details? love at first sight.
isn’t it a beautiful thing to have



THAT IS TOO MUCH POWER FOR ONE PERSON

I would make so many world leaders have secret gay international relationships.

THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE, SIR.

erennyehgar:

charlesoberonn:

madmadsmadly:

homuratrash:

lawliets-cake:

i had a random thought

what if there was a notebook called the ship note

its like the death note, but instead of killing people, you write two people’s names beside each other

and they fall in love

writing details and cause of how they fell in love beside their names

no details? love at first sight.

isn’t it a beautiful thing to have

image

THAT IS TOO MUCH POWER FOR ONE PERSON

I would make so many world leaders have secret gay international relationships.

THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE, SIR.

1 day ago on September 19th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

danslegsareonfire:

maccasmiz:

the-infallible-empress:

molto-bene-sherlock:

Prince William, Prince Charles, and now Prince George…

The royal family is slowly transforming into the Weasleys.

AND THEN THERE’S HARRY

WHO IRONICALLY IS THE ONLY GINGER ONE

best post ever

1 day ago on September 19th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

simplydalektable:

lysnk2:

heartthrobbstark:

i read this interesting fact the other day that pirates wore eye patches because they frequently transitioned from bright sunlight to darkness below deck and when they went below deck the covered eye would already be adjusted to darkness so they could immediately see really well and not have to wait for their eyes to adjust

image

THIS IS LEGIT THEY PROVED IT ON MYTHBUSTERS.

i learned this from a gay pirate au fanfic i read

1 day ago on September 19th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

otterly-riddikulus:

look at this snape i found

image

it seems normal but then

image

what is this

image

turn to page 394 motherfucker

image

1 day ago on September 19th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

discordsparkle:

arkhamboundz:

rincewitch:

leosboots:

littlekoalaotter:

It took Katara about .532 seconds to take zuko down

"Here for a rematch?" HE ASKED THE WATERBENDER WHILE STANDING ON A GLACIER ISLAND SURROUNDED BY WATER

lmao

"Here for a rematch?" HE ASKED THE WATERBENDER WHILE STANDING ON A GLACIER ISLAND SURROUNDED BY WATER

1 day ago on September 19th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE

tonystarks:

don’t imagine your otp slow dancing in their socks while the taller of the two hums a tune (terribly) for them to dance to and the shorter has their face pressed into the taller one’s shoulder. don’t imagine it.

1 day ago on September 19th, 2014 |J |VIA -SOURCE