Smiles & Hugs

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

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 thedaughterofhephaestus)

dropdeadesu:

A friend of mine just messaged me saying “I fucked up. I was doing math with my son, and I told him to ‘hold up eleven fingers’ and he started to panic and I didn’t realize why until he screamed ‘MOM…MOM I ONLY HAVE TEN”

(via thedaughterofhephaestus)

magebird:

corpseheiress:

If you have suffered a tragedy and someone says, “you’re in my prayers” with sincerity, and you respond with some egotistical shit about being atheist you are an emotionally inept moron.

For real though like think about it. If someone is religious, there’s really no kinder sentiment they can express than appealing to the highest power they know for your recovery. Whether or not you think it “works” is irrelevant— the kindness is absolutely real.

(Source: cefalopod, via thedaughterofhephaestus)

Whenever I read the Harry Potter books, I get angry when Ron and Harry are complaining about how much homework they have.

hagridlookalikeatyoservice:

laughterneverdies:

gallifrey-feels:

YOU ARE DOING MAGIC HOMEWORK FOR YOUR MAGIC CLASSES AT YOUR MAGIC SCHOOL WITH YOUR MAGIC FRIENDS.

I WOULD GLADLY TRADE PLACES WITH YOU. WANNA DO MY MUGGLE HOMEWORK?

STOP COMPLAINING. 

image

#if i went to fucking hogwarts i would wake up at six in the morning every damn day and be like I’M GOING TO DO MY HOMEWORK NOW

When you think about it, this explains Hermione.

but Harry grew up with a muggle family

yes but harry’s a little shit

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siriusinasweater:

chilledbutter:

Once in science class the teacher was talking about reproduction and how almost everything we do on routine is to attract a mate and this one boy was all “I don’t want a wife or a girlfriend” so everyone was all “omg r u gay” and he said “no i kinda dont really want anyone” and there was silence until he said “well actually i kinda want lizard” and long story short that kid came out as asexual in front of 30 8th graders

real life charlie weasley

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katerynthegrand:

maraudermanaged:

babydevz:



in which Lemony Snicket writes Harry Potter

IN WHICH LEMONY SNICKET WRITES HARRY POTTER

katerynthegrand:

maraudermanaged:

babydevz:

image

in which Lemony Snicket writes Harry Potter

IN WHICH LEMONY SNICKET WRITES HARRY POTTER

(Source: commandercatbug, via fruitcakecity)

sexuallysassynonthreateninggay:

On scale of 1 to STOP ASKING ME THAT FUCKING QUESTION; how done do you think he is?

(Source: laura-hales, via fruitcakecity)

cryier:

healingx:

an-act-of-espionage:

gerardgayofficial:

move-on-go-beyond:

a-sad-guy:

greeneggsangraham:

saltunderthesea:

This broke my fucking heart

This is why you don’t lie about having mental disorders. It is not a joke.

I’m crying

This broke my heart

this is real ocd, not the people in school getting annoyed when their desk is messy.

Sigh. I feel for her. She was a string girlfriend

I’m sobbing.

this broke my heart

cryier:

healingx:

an-act-of-espionage:

gerardgayofficial:

move-on-go-beyond:

a-sad-guy:

greeneggsangraham:

saltunderthesea:

This broke my fucking heart

This is why you don’t lie about having mental disorders. It is not a joke.

I’m crying

This broke my heart

this is real ocd, not the people in school getting annoyed when their desk is messy.

Sigh. I feel for her. She was a string girlfriend

I’m sobbing.

this broke my heart

(Source: thiswolfheartstillbeats, via fruitcakecity)

marion-draws:

Symbol of Hope
So I watched Catching Fire the other day and it was…. it was so….
*(cries forever)*
But yeah! I got this idea of a Reyna!HGCatchingFire AU (totally not original probably btw.) and this happened.
So, Reyna on the left is wearing the Roman version of Katniss’ wedding dress except without all the fluffy stuff because Romans (and Reyna) wouldn’t have dresses like that (but HG is a Roman-based novel and aslkdhf thats beside the point) and Reyna on the right is wearing a dress based off the Gold Eagle that was retrieved for the Twelfth Legion Fulminata.
Since fulminata is Latin for ‘armed with lightning’ I suppose there would be a point in her dress that activates and starts off with lightning and then turns into fire going from the middle left and two sections would go around (one to the top and the other to the bottom) if that makes sense.
But yeah, I see Reyna as this ‘symbol of hope’ for Camp Jupiter, like how the Eagle was a symbol of hope for the 5th Cohort. She is someone who can actually lead and fight. (and I swear if we don’t get a POV in Blood of Olympus, I’m gonna cry)

marion-draws:

Symbol of Hope

So I watched Catching Fire the other day and it was…. it was so….

*(cries forever)*

But yeah! I got this idea of a Reyna!HGCatchingFire AU (totally not original probably btw.) and this happened.

So, Reyna on the left is wearing the Roman version of Katniss’ wedding dress except without all the fluffy stuff because Romans (and Reyna) wouldn’t have dresses like that (but HG is a Roman-based novel and aslkdhf thats beside the point) and Reyna on the right is wearing a dress based off the Gold Eagle that was retrieved for the Twelfth Legion Fulminata.

Since fulminata is Latin for ‘armed with lightning’ I suppose there would be a point in her dress that activates and starts off with lightning and then turns into fire going from the middle left and two sections would go around (one to the top and the other to the bottom) if that makes sense.

But yeah, I see Reyna as this ‘symbol of hope’ for Camp Jupiter, like how the Eagle was a symbol of hope for the 5th Cohort. She is someone who can actually lead and fight. (and I swear if we don’t get a POV in Blood of Olympus, I’m gonna cry)

(via percyjacqson)

monkeyscandance:

In which Monopoly is serious business for the children of Hades and Frank regrets ever having asked if they wanted to play.

monkeyscandance:

In which Monopoly is serious business for the children of Hades and Frank regrets ever having asked if they wanted to play.

(Source: boaillustration, via banannabeth)

pablostanley:

A simple guide to know what the hell you are.

pablostanley:

A simple guide to know what the hell you are.

(via banannabeth)

batcii:


Anonymous said: u should totally draw some poc!hermione bein cute man. like readin in her books or tryin 2 tame her wild hair or having to put up with ron and harry.

hermione bein cute and multitasking while she gets dressed or s/t woo

batcii:

Anonymous said: u should totally draw some poc!hermione bein cute man. like readin in her books or tryin 2 tame her wild hair or having to put up with ron and harry.

hermione bein cute and multitasking while she gets dressed or s/t woo

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alittleworldofimagination:

that-heros-gone:

arc-reactor-impala:

dorkly:

WHICH HOUSE SHOULD HARRY BE SORTED INTO?

SLYTHERIN?

RAVENCLAW?

HUFFLEPUFF?

Click and choose your own adventure!

JUST CLICK ON SLYTHERIN

PLEASE
JUST DO IT

CLICK ON ANY OF THE LINKS THEN CLICK THE NUMBER 5 BENEATH THE COMIC

THEY’RE ALL PERFECT

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wearyvoices:

All I can do is follow my instincts, because I’ll never please everyone.

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