#I bet Eleven had like a mini heart attack when that happened #complete with a flashback to the time he joked about tripping over a brick #And he’s just like what the hell is this irony #I don’t want to diiiiiiiiiiiiie (x)
Sirius starting a club of disowned family members that he calls “Black Sheep” because he thinks it’s clever as shit and he sends Andromeda a godawful t-shirt she refuses to wear.
Years later Tonks finds it and loves it and the first time she meets Sirius in the Order she just walks in wearing it like, “‘Sup.”
Signal boosting in case anyone needed to know this.
This is informative as heck. Show this to everyone!
This is actually some great info! Why can’t they teach this kind of thing in school??
Wow, I’ve taken health and sex ed three times during my educational process and never learned any of this. Thanks.
Definitely some important information here!
this is supa awesome. i do think it should be noted that side effects of EC *really* vary. when I took EC I didn’t have any symptoms whatsoever.
I got to “Dad” and had to scroll down and reblog for a break because I laughed so hard I nearly threw up twice.
"Killing her seems a bit harsh"
"Killing her seems a bit harsh"
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Calculus
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Algebra
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Theorem
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Analysis
Harry Potter and the Order of Operations
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Statistician
Harry Potter and the Deathly Algorithms
OH MY FUCKING GOD
AND THE ORDER OF OPERATIONS
I’m in Dumbledores math club…
More like Harry Hypotternuse.
You’re a mathemagician, Harry.
At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut. Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside? I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known. Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own. Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets.
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom. But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)
Oh, but this is wonderful.
oops i just cried a little.
One of the reasons why Emma Watson is one of the best female role-models of our time. She’s so underrated.
love this lady!
"so how long have you been on tumblr"
*has war flashbacks to the introduction of WHAT IS AIR*
Malaysia Airlines says it has lost contact with a plane travelling from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing, with 239 people on board.
The airline said in a statement that flight MH370 disappeared at 02:40 local time on Saturday (18:40 GMT on Friday).
It had been expected to land in Beijing at 06:30 (22:30 GMT).
The plane went off the radar in Vietnamese airspace, according to a statement on the Vietnamese government website.
Its last known location was south of Vietnam’s Ca Mau peninsular although the exact position was not clear, it said.
HOW DOES A PLANE JUST DISAPPEAR. this is scary. and real.
"black widow is a supporting character" your spine is a supporting structure in your body let’s see how well you do without it
Baelfire/Neal Cassidy Meme: 1/10 Scenes: Manhattan
If I had to pick one moment to show why I love Neal Cassidy, this would be a very strong contender. The last time we saw Rumplestilskin with his son, we had little Baelfire so determined that he could find a way to fix things. He had so much faith that his papa could come back to him— that he’d want to get rid of his dark magic for him, that he’d be enough to pull him out of it. So we see Neal, and he’s older with hundreds of years of anger and resentment and hurt on him, but we get a little glimpse of that 14 year old. He’s pretty sure there’s no way his father could fix this, but there’s a tiny part of him that’s saying okay, fine, try me. Because what if there’s something? What if he was right all of those years ago, and it was possible for his papa to change for him? Maybe, just maybe it could be okay.
And then Rumple’s solution is, of course, magic. Just like it was before. And his face just DROPS. He knew it was going there, he shouldn’t have been surprised, and he’s not, really— but this teeny little part of him is disappointed. He lets himself drop his head and be disappointed for just barely a moment— because he knew better than to get his hopes up for real this time.
That’s so much of why I love this character: he’s so very much rooted in that 14 year old boy who believed in his father, that so very much colors what he does and all of his choices, but he’s grown up. He’s lived through a lot of disappointment and heartache, and he’s understandably fucked up by it— this is Baelfire jaded. But he’s got that shred of hope, that optimism— but it’s tempered with 200 years of character development and it’s just infinitely sad and interesting to me.