Lets see how many of us are on tumblr !
i am following the first 2000 people who reblog!
Thought of the day:
In Order of the Phoenix, McGonagall says that there’s three years of study after Hogwarts, as well as character and aptitude tests, in order to become an auror. JKR has confirmed that Harry became an auror. Did Harry have to take any of those tests or did he just walk into the office and claim a desk?
I’m watching Harry Potter and I was thinking about how he has glasses, broken glasses but still glasses. And who ever cared about him enough to get him to a doctor much less an eye doctor???
I would assume a teacher made it happen. But I really would like to know the back story on this one. Because it seems not like something his aunt and uncle would deal with.
I was thinking about that too, and I think it comes down to the Dursley’s obsession with appearance. Harry’s scruffy look, brought on by too-big clothes, is the sort of thing a teacher might overlook if Harry appears clean and not majorly neglected. Refusing to take a child to the doctor when they need to go is an obvious sign of neglect that, combined with everything else, might have caused someone to ask questions.
Also, England has universal healthcare, making it far less expensive than it would be in the U.S.
DC Universe Online + Sinister…. WHOA
Chrono Trigger and Beetlejuice
I am so ready for this
The Sims and The Lunchbox..
so… I’m gonna be fine.
FFXIV and The Legend of Drunken Master
oh god there’d be drunk Monks everywhere
Pokemon and the Simpsons.
2048 and Harry Potter.
Later Muggles, I’m off to kick ass at arithmancy.
582. It’s winter at Hogwarts and some clever Hufflepuff muggleborns put a vanishing cabinet in the middle of the Forbidden Forrest and its sister cabinet in an empty room. At breakfast the next morning they hear a group of Slytherin muggleborns arguing with one of their housemates who claims to have “made it to Narnia”.
here’s beethoven’s moonlight sonata rendered in airhorns. you know, if that was something you needed
I will now forever imagine this as the background music whenever there’s a scene in a movie that highlights PROFOUND, GRITTY MANPAIN.
omg rachael we need to include that in a film at some point
IT WILL APPEAR IN THE SCRIPT NOTES AS “CUE: MANPAIN SONATA”
MANPAIN SONATA OH MY GOD
and then everything will go dim save for a single overhead light above the actor
Stubble McManpain sits on a wooden chair in his kitchen, breathing deeply in an attempt to manfully hold in his tears.
CUE: Manpain Sonata
INTERCUT: Exterior, street. Stubble McManpain falls slowly to knees as woman in scarlet high heels walks slowly away. Her hair whips in the wind. PS reaches out toward her uselessly. She glances over her shoulder just as, in super slow motion, she is plowed down by a cement mixer.
Stubble McManpain’s kitchen grows progressively dimmer, save for a single light illuminating his craggy, manly face filled with craggy, manly pain. The light is revealed to be the light of the freezer, from which he withdraws a pint of Chunky Monkey.
INTERCUT: One of the scarlet stiletto shoes tumbling across the sidewalk in super slow motion. Stubble McManpain is seen, indistinctly, howling his agony in the background. A beagle on a leash pauses to nose at the shoe curiously.
Manpain Sonata intensifies as Stubble McManpain begins to eat the Chunky Monkey with a large, manly spoon and sob. Half-melted ice cream dribbles slowly down his chin.
One of the great fears among a life of great fears—perhaps the last great fear—is the fear of being no longer useful. We find a role in life and we do that role to the best of our ability for as long as that ability is there. But all of us—even me, dear listeners—will some day hit a point where we are no longer able to do that thing that we define ourselves by doing. And more than the fear of injury, more than the fear of death, this is the fear that looms: the loss of self. The self that is the self we imagined we were our whole lives. But we were never that self. Not really. We were only a series of selves living one role and then leaving it for another, and all the time convincing ourselves that there was no change, that we were always the same person living the same life. One arc to a finish, not the stutter-stop improvisation that is our lives. Worry less about the person you were once were, or the person you dream you will someday be. Worry about the person you are now. Or don’t even worry. Just be that person. Be the best version of that person you can be. Be a better version than any of the other versions in any of the other many parallel universes. Check regularly online to see the rankings.