dcpdreamscometrue:

pixiedust-paycheck:

taylormariegreen:

My friend Christopher (& his group of friends) went to Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party as Disney trash cans.

I have never been so proud to call someone a friend.

This are definitely the best costumes I’ve ever seen.

Perfection.


pixiedust-paycheck:

tenoko1:

karenhallion:

candyviolence:

Now THIS is art.

Have I reblogged this before. I don’t care, How absolutely amazing this is. 

I…. wow.

IS THAT HER BOOB FLAPPING LIKE A FLAG BEHIND HER AS ESMERALDA??? OH GOd


disproven:

traceymoesby:

kohwala:

telepath more like telepathetic

this sounds like something Magneto would say before high fiving Mystique

image

Hi. I’m Buddy Boil/Boyle. Hello. I’m here to premiere my mind reading act. That’s right, I’m…telepathetic! 

(via thedisneyjediprincess)


aerloxlehkka:

verhungernde:

fun fact: you don’t cure depression by telling me i have nothing to be sad about

another fun fact: you dont cure anxiety by just getting up and doing whatever it is that makes you anxious

(via spud-buster)


Step 329: If someone is waiting on something they *really* want that is out of their control, don’t constantly ask them if it’s happened yet

adulting:

Is your friend …

• Unemployed and searching for a job?
• Wanting to find the right someone but hasn’t?
• Trying to get pregnant and having a hard time with it?
• Waiting to hear back from that dream grad school program?

When the thing they have desperately been waiting for happens, they will tell you. Peppering them with questions and/or unsolicited advice on how they can better achieve this life goal is probably not what they’re looking for.

Instead, it’s just depressing to have to vocalize, again and again, that no, the thing they want has not yet happened, and then have to sit patiently while the other person tells them to keep their chin up, or that the right one is coming, or whatever.

It’s great to ask, more generally, how everything is with them. If they want to cry on your shoulder or share great news, they will. 

(via dressingtheforce)


Re: obsessing over a tiny lil line that gets completely swept under the rug in HP5

maedaeparade:

Arthur Weasley talking about the real problem behind the regurgitating toilet prank in the ninth chapter of The Order of the Phoenix is actually super important. He tells Harry, “…it’s not so much having to repair the damage, it’s more the attitude behind the vandalism. Muggle-baiting might strike some wizards as funny, but it’s an expression of something much deeper and nastier.”

I can only think of this in relation to the Sam Pepper harassment video, the vehement opposition to it, and about ChescaLeigh’s YouTube video “Here’s Why Racism’s Not ‘Just Comedy.’”

The people who dismiss misogyny and racism because it’s “just a prank,” who say things like “you’re just being sensitive,” or “come ON, it’s just a JOKE” are the wizards who think Muggle-baiting is funny. 

Disclaimer: I am aware that Harry Potter is a fictional story, but I think it’s incredibly important to recognize and discuss the ways fiction reflects reality, whether accurately or not, because works that are big and influential enough have the power to either change things or perpetuate the status quo.

Wizards, in the world of Harry Potter, have a history of believing Muggles to be “less than.” Just look at the Malfoys or the Blacks. When Kingsley is on Potter Watch discussing the dangers of the war, he’s asked, “What would you say to those who believe it should be wizards first?” And he replies that it is hardly a stretch from wizards first, to purebloods first, to Death Eaters first. Muggles were humiliated and tortured at the World Cup simply because the Death Eaters thought it would be “fun.” 
Muggle-baiting, even the “harmless pranks” like regurgitating toilets, reflects and perpetuates this hatred and bigotry. Those who sympathize with Muggle-baiting, those who find it amusing, are agreeing with the vandals. They’re offering acceptance and tolerance of Muggle hatred and dehumanization — often, I am sure, without even being fully aware of it.

That’s why this line from Mr. Weasley is so important. Sam Pepper’s video is a result of trickle-down misogyny that originated from a time when women were literally legally less than people. [White] People who “prank” people of color for entertainment and YouTube views are perpetuating the culture that tells us Black lives are not as important as white ones. While the objective damage* of these “pranks” is arguably minimal overall, the attitude behind them cannot be ignored.

*I mean to relate this to Mr. Weasley’s quote, and I’m referring to things that cost money, like property damage and the like. I do not mean to belittle a person’s reaction to harassment and violation. The point is that the “objective damage” hardly matters in relation to the attitudes of the people that cause them. The financial cost to repair vandalism is not the point when the vandalism is motived by hate.

The idea that it is “funny” to harass women and people of color, to get a rise out of them for the sake of others’ entertainment, is incredibly problematic. Besides the fact that harassment is illegal, in this context, it is also wrong on so many other levels. It perpetuates oppressive, hateful, and dehumanizing beliefs about other groups of people and it normalizes this behavior. It tells millions of young and impressionable viewers that it is perfectly okay to violate other people for the sake of a joke. 

In short, Mr. Weasley was about to make a point about why the attitude behind the vandalism is the bigger problem, but got interrupted by the appearance of his nemesis, Lucius Malfoy. 

(via septimusprimetime)


jaybird-gaybird:

Now remember people, National Coming Out Day is on its way. If you “come out” on facebook as straight and/or cis, an ally, a brony, a fucking whovian, or anything other than a marginalized sexual orientation and/or gender identity, I will ram my boot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting Vans for weeks.

(via septimusprimetime)


septimusprimetime:

Matilda Headcanon:

In Matilda, Danny DeVito plays Matilda’s father, but also narrates the story. I’ve always thought that the narrator was the father in the future (in Guam or whatever) telling the story in retrospect and seeing all the things he should have seen at the time. I think it really makes the moments where he talks about “These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.” so much more meaningful.

I love this.


fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:


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.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

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.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

(via moniquill)


hyenaboy:

blackfemalepresident:

steppauseturnpausepivotstepstep:

brandx:



U.S. Mother Gives Away 5-Year-Old Adopted Child From Haiti For Throwing Temper Tantrum




"Having an instant multicultural family was magical for about two weeks,” says Stacey Conner, a 41-year-old American mom from Spokane, Washington.
After she volunteered in an orphanage in Haiti in 2005, Conner and her husband adopted a 5-year-old Haitian boy named “J.”
Conner claims the boy had attachment disorder and began a strict regimen of attachment parenting of constant surveillance in which a child must often ask for food and water. After two months, J threw a tantrum where he unintentionally hit Conner’s nose with the back of his head.
Conner says the 5-year-old’s strike was accidental, but describes it as “a domestic violence situation. Forget love. Right then, I didn’t even like J.”

J was sent to live with another family in the Midwest. Conner’s biological children adjusted seamlessly to life without their adoptive brother. But other people were puzzled. Neighbors who had seen J riding his bike asked, “Where’s your son?” When Conner answered truthfully, “I’d get the most horrified stares, so I’d keep walking. And I didn’t tell many out-of-town friends or extended family for months.”

Despite such events, the Conners were approved by local social workers to become a foster family, and in October 2013 received a 3-month-old boy as their first placement.

Sources: [x] [x]


white people will let their white kids karate chop them in the throat and call them names in public, but a black child becomes naturally upset after you treat the kid like a grown criminal/animal and you just give them away. go it. sounds reasonable.

"i’d get the most horrified stares"geewonder why

""Having an instant multicultural family was magical for about two weeks,” says Stacey Conner"This reads like a freaking Onion article. I can’t believe these people actually exist.

That’s so fucked up.

hyenaboy:

blackfemalepresident:

steppauseturnpausepivotstepstep:

brandx:

U.S. Mother Gives Away 5-Year-Old Adopted Child From Haiti For Throwing Temper Tantrum

"Having an instant multicultural family was magical for about two weeks,” says Stacey Conner, a 41-year-old American mom from Spokane, Washington.

After she volunteered in an orphanage in Haiti in 2005, Conner and her husband adopted a 5-year-old Haitian boy named “J.”

Conner claims the boy had attachment disorder and began a strict regimen of attachment parenting of constant surveillance in which a child must often ask for food and water. After two months, J threw a tantrum where he unintentionally hit Conner’s nose with the back of his head.

Conner says the 5-year-old’s strike was accidental, but describes it as “a domestic violence situation. Forget love. Right then, I didn’t even like J.”

J was sent to live with another family in the Midwest. Conner’s biological children adjusted seamlessly to life without their adoptive brother. But other people were puzzled. Neighbors who had seen J riding his bike asked, “Where’s your son?” When Conner answered truthfully, “I’d get the most horrified stares, so I’d keep walking. And I didn’t tell many out-of-town friends or extended family for months.”
Despite such events, the Conners were approved by local social workers to become a foster family, and in October 2013 received a 3-month-old boy as their first placement.
Sources: [x] [x]

white people will let their white kids karate chop them in the throat and call them names in public, but a black child becomes naturally upset after you treat the kid like a grown criminal/animal and you just give them away. go it. sounds reasonable.

"i’d get the most horrified stares"
gee
wonder why

""Having an instant multicultural family was magical for about two weeks,” says Stacey Conner"

This reads like a freaking Onion article. I can’t believe these people actually exist.

That’s so fucked up.

(via rigor-mortis-the-actor)