thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Funny, all of them. The way they chose their heroes. Could almost call it absurd.
Consider the facts. Consider the non-heroes.
There’s poor Theo, run out of the country. For being the son of a Death Eater. Capital crime. Worthy of hate. Never mind that Charles William Nott had sold the other side secrets for free in the early years of the war. Pansy, completely disappeared, Merlin knows where, because their sycophants and followers imagine that logic and an instinct for self preservation is a sign of moral deficiency. (Not that Pansy would ever want to be associated with anything but moral deficiency. Blaise, trotting off to Lake Cuomo to take up the family business elsewhere. Somewhere more friendly to those of us in green. And little old me on a ferry hurrying post-haste to Theo’s side.
It’s not as though we’d made the sordid mistake of actually doing something like Draco had. We mostly did nothing, nothing at all. Feigned sickness and cozied up to the Carrows so we wouldn’t have to take turns at disciplining the plebes. 
It’s still quite absurd though. Like a dreadful comedy; all the heroes they’ve chosen. The Malfoys, always on the scene at just the right moment to grab the limelight with some apparently heartfelt moment repentance, always resulting in their crimes being forgiven and their lands being restored.
Always. Since the bloody Norman conquest. Bastards.
Then there’s good old Dumbledore, who I understand was pretty skeevy, at least if Rita Skeeter’s to be believed. I mean, you’ve got to be pretty skeevy to have loved a Dark Lord once (ahem, Draco’s absolutely mental aunt). Also unfortunately fond of dabbling in politics and policies that were no concern of his, according to Papa.
But Snape. Oh, Snape.
Potter was the one who started it all. Dear, sweet Potter with about as much political savvy as an erumpent in a bone china shop and considerably more bravery than brains to boot. Called Snape a brave and a good man.
Well. He was good to us. We Slytherins stand by our own, and all that. He gave us points. He bullied us into having spines of our own and understandably, there were those who lacked the fortitude to truly understand what he meant to achieve by his incessant bullying. He did support us, even half-bloods like Tracey and Millicent. Stuck with us during those long years when dear old Dumbles was busy doling out points to Gryffindor like there was no tomorrow. Next time, he’d say, just like he always did every time he got passed over for the DADA position. He was brilliant and he could make an excellent conversationalist if you were able to prove that you were adequately familiar with the alchemical theories of Paracelsus - but not the sort of man one would take to a Ministry do.
(A dead bore, at the heart of it.)
I mean, you have to look at the story to understand. Quite the scandal in my father’s day, apparently. Young up and coming pureblood witch runs off with a muggle. Life goes to pieces from there and she has a son who becomes her life’s only mission. The son falls in love with a muggleborn - no surprises there, dirt calls to dirt and all that. Son signs up to join a blood supremacist nutter in his attempt to purge the wizarding world. Son accidentally betrays the woman he loves. Son feels ~pain~. Son spends the rest of his life trying to atone for his mistake by ‘protecting’ her son.
Textbook heroism.
That’s not real heroism. Just a touching story. It’s not as though Theo or Blaise or Tracey or I did anything heroic, but we knew how to do the right kind of nothing. But Snape. Oh, Snape. Snape did the wrong kind of nothing. That final year under the Carrows.Something to do with not blowing his cover and being only a figurehead.
He simply stood by and watched. Children. Children screamed. It could have been any of us. It could have been Astoria.
And he watched. Not so much as a that’s enough. Nothing. Just silence. Cold, impassive silence.
Merlin how I’d love to scratch his face out and see if it makes him have a facial expression.
Maybe I’ve got it all wrong and that was all he could have done, without giving the game away. Maybe he was brave. Maybe it was brave of him to keep his mouth shut and let those children suffer. There is that kind of bravery, knowing when to stand down and to do the wrong kind of nothing. Maybe it was bravery that kept him bullying poor old Neville, so’s his cover wouldn’t be blown. Maybe it was brave. Maybe he was brave, even if he didn’t look it - not to us, not to me.
I don’t know. I wish I did. I wish I knew how to paint myself as a hero. How to paint Theo and Blaise as heroes. Maybe there are no villains and heroes, only painted faces and stories. Maybe we just didn’t know how to paint, or how to find the right artist to recreate us unfaithfully. Maybe Snape was just a lucky bastard.
But a hero with laurels?
No, not enough. Maybe if he’d bothered about more than just one boy. Maybe it it couldn’t have been Astoria. Maybe then.
From the diary of Daphne Greengrass, 8th July 1998.

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Funny, all of them. The way they chose their heroes. Could almost call it absurd.

Consider the facts. Consider the non-heroes.

There’s poor Theo, run out of the country. For being the son of a Death Eater. Capital crime. Worthy of hate. Never mind that Charles William Nott had sold the other side secrets for free in the early years of the war. Pansy, completely disappeared, Merlin knows where, because their sycophants and followers imagine that logic and an instinct for self preservation is a sign of moral deficiency. (Not that Pansy would ever want to be associated with anything but moral deficiency. Blaise, trotting off to Lake Cuomo to take up the family business elsewhere. Somewhere more friendly to those of us in green. And little old me on a ferry hurrying post-haste to Theo’s side.

It’s not as though we’d made the sordid mistake of actually doing something like Draco had. We mostly did nothing, nothing at all. Feigned sickness and cozied up to the Carrows so we wouldn’t have to take turns at disciplining the plebes. 

It’s still quite absurd though. Like a dreadful comedy; all the heroes they’ve chosen. The Malfoys, always on the scene at just the right moment to grab the limelight with some apparently heartfelt moment repentance, always resulting in their crimes being forgiven and their lands being restored.

Always. Since the bloody Norman conquest. Bastards.

Then there’s good old Dumbledore, who I understand was pretty skeevy, at least if Rita Skeeter’s to be believed. I mean, you’ve got to be pretty skeevy to have loved a Dark Lord once (ahem, Draco’s absolutely mental aunt). Also unfortunately fond of dabbling in politics and policies that were no concern of his, according to Papa.

But Snape. Oh, Snape.

Potter was the one who started it all. Dear, sweet Potter with about as much political savvy as an erumpent in a bone china shop and considerably more bravery than brains to boot. Called Snape a brave and a good man.

Well. He was good to us. We Slytherins stand by our own, and all that. He gave us points. He bullied us into having spines of our own and understandably, there were those who lacked the fortitude to truly understand what he meant to achieve by his incessant bullying. He did support us, even half-bloods like Tracey and Millicent. Stuck with us during those long years when dear old Dumbles was busy doling out points to Gryffindor like there was no tomorrow. Next time, he’d say, just like he always did every time he got passed over for the DADA position. He was brilliant and he could make an excellent conversationalist if you were able to prove that you were adequately familiar with the alchemical theories of Paracelsus - but not the sort of man one would take to a Ministry do.

(A dead bore, at the heart of it.)

I mean, you have to look at the story to understand. Quite the scandal in my father’s day, apparently. Young up and coming pureblood witch runs off with a muggle. Life goes to pieces from there and she has a son who becomes her life’s only mission. The son falls in love with a muggleborn - no surprises there, dirt calls to dirt and all that. Son signs up to join a blood supremacist nutter in his attempt to purge the wizarding world. Son accidentally betrays the woman he loves. Son feels ~pain~. Son spends the rest of his life trying to atone for his mistake by ‘protecting’ her son.

Textbook heroism.

That’s not real heroism. Just a touching story. It’s not as though Theo or Blaise or Tracey or I did anything heroic, but we knew how to do the right kind of nothing. But Snape. Oh, Snape. Snape did the wrong kind of nothing. That final year under the Carrows.Something to do with not blowing his cover and being only a figurehead.

He simply stood by and watched. Children. Children screamed. It could have been any of us. It could have been Astoria.

And he watched. Not so much as a that’s enough. Nothing. Just silence. Cold, impassive silence.

Merlin how I’d love to scratch his face out and see if it makes him have a facial expression.

Maybe I’ve got it all wrong and that was all he could have done, without giving the game away. Maybe he was brave. Maybe it was brave of him to keep his mouth shut and let those children suffer. There is that kind of bravery, knowing when to stand down and to do the wrong kind of nothing. Maybe it was bravery that kept him bullying poor old Neville, so’s his cover wouldn’t be blown. Maybe it was brave. Maybe he was brave, even if he didn’t look it - not to us, not to me.

I don’t know. I wish I did. I wish I knew how to paint myself as a hero. How to paint Theo and Blaise as heroes. Maybe there are no villains and heroes, only painted faces and stories. Maybe we just didn’t know how to paint, or how to find the right artist to recreate us unfaithfully. Maybe Snape was just a lucky bastard.

But a hero with laurels?

No, not enough. Maybe if he’d bothered about more than just one boy. Maybe it it couldn’t have been Astoria. Maybe then.

From the diary of Daphne Greengrass, 8th July 1998.

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muffindess:


Genetically modified flowers glow in the dark

Australian company Bioconst has released a line of genetically modified fluorescent flowers that produce a protein that glow when exposed to a proprietary UV LED


I WANT A GARDEN OF THESE THINGS THEN STRING UP THOSE UV LED LIGHT THINGIES. THEN HAVE FIRE-CIRCLE-NAKED-DANCING -PARTIES BY MOON AND FLOWER POWER LIGHT. GOTTA HAVE SOME FIREFLIES TOO BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT.
THAT IS ALL I WANT.


Errrrrr you are confusing fluorescence with phosphorescence. Fluorescent things stop glowing when there are no more radiation sources, but phosphorescent things glow for a long time even after radiation sources are removed. Aka, glow in the dark roses.

muffindess:

Genetically modified flowers glow in the dark

Australian company Bioconst has released a line of genetically modified fluorescent flowers that produce a protein that glow when exposed to a proprietary UV LED

I WANT A GARDEN OF THESE THINGS THEN STRING UP THOSE UV LED LIGHT THINGIES. THEN HAVE FIRE-CIRCLE-NAKED-DANCING -PARTIES BY MOON AND FLOWER POWER LIGHT. GOTTA HAVE SOME FIREFLIES TOO BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT.

THAT IS ALL I WANT.

Errrrrr you are confusing fluorescence with phosphorescence. Fluorescent things stop glowing when there are no more radiation sources, but phosphorescent things glow for a long time even after radiation sources are removed. Aka, glow in the dark roses.

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traceexcalibur:

"talking about sexism or racism on Tumblr doesn’t solve anything"

really? because I am absolutely certain that I am a better, less bigoted person than I was a few years ago and that is most certainly due to the people I met and things I read on Tumblr

perhaps it doesn’t do anything for the worst of the worst but there are still plenty of people who do learn from impassioned Tumblr posts

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i’ve seen feminists, MANY FEMINISTS, write fuckin manifestos, bending over backwards to reframe Taylor Swift as some feminist idol. but any time a Black woman has even a minor misstep we’re ALL OVER THEM. not a coincidence.

kinkyturtle:

hyperkangaroo:

isiwashere:

fucking white feminism

Why the fuck Taylor Swift? She’s a pretty terrible idol. Her songs are juvenile, and her voice is sucky. And, apparently, when other people criticize her for her singing skills, she wrote a song about how they are a “liar and pathetic and alone in life” (Alone in life? Nobody says that. Especially in the more colloquially phrased country music lyrics), and then denigrate legit music critics to dudebros in bars. She has less class than Miley Cyrus does (when Miley Cyrus is not pulling off a publicity stunt) is just terrific at pulling off the small-town-girl image. 

Seriously, Miley Cyrus makes a better manifesto for white feminists. She, you know, actually calls herself a feminist. And she has more class and maturity. And just a better person in general. 

nope miley is terrible too. but she’s another one i’ve seen feminists celebrate even tho she’s anti-black as hell. 

Well, yeah, I’m aware of that. Hence the reference of Miley Cyrus to the “white feminists” and anti-intersectionality feminists in the title…..

whosuperlockedmeinmerlin:

officialjeffgoldblum:

did we all just collectively forget that elijah wood was in spy kids 3

image

….Wait….I think we did

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i’ve seen feminists, MANY FEMINISTS, write fuckin manifestos, bending over backwards to reframe Taylor Swift as some feminist idol. but any time a Black woman has even a minor misstep we’re ALL OVER THEM. not a coincidence.

isiwashere:

fucking white feminism

Why the fuck Taylor Swift? She’s a pretty terrible idol. Her songs are juvenile, and her voice is sucky. And, apparently, when other people criticize her for her singing skills, she wrote a song about how they are a “liar and pathetic and alone in life” (Alone in life? Nobody says that. Especially in the more colloquially phrased country music lyrics), and then denigrate legit music critics to dudebros in bars. She has less class than Miley Cyrus does (when Miley Cyrus is not pulling off a publicity stunt) is just terrific at pulling off the small-town-girl image. 

Seriously, Miley Cyrus makes a better manifesto for white feminists. She, you know, actually calls herself a feminist. And she has more class and maturity. And just a better person in general. 

(Source: kinkyturtle, via cubsalltheway28)

mistressofthefags:

theladyems:

kidbuudha:

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

kitty-drake:

Fucks sake

Black Jesus take the wheel please.

…..but I’m pretty sure it describes him in the book of Revelations or something that Jesus had “the feet of bronze and hair of sheep’s wool”…..now….some of y’all white folks who want skin cancer can get that bronze shit but it ain’t permanent. And y’all know y’all don’t have hair of sheep’s wool. Most white people have the hair of an unbrushed dog. So….I’m pretty sure you’re wrong idiot.

Remember how people used to use the bible to justify racism… oh wait, apparently they still do.

just pointin this out tho
sheeps wool is
usually
a kinda whitish color
isnt it
so was jesus blonde

Errrr historically Jesus was a Jew, so I highly doubt that he was blonde…

Besides, the Bible’s been re-written and edited and translated so many times by people who might not be qualified translators at all. So no one can really use the Bible as an accurate portrayal of anything. It’s like using greek myths to describe Greek history. 

"Doc, this patient doesn’t need antibiotics. He has gram negatives and gram positives in his blood, so they cancel each other out, right?"

Question from a nurse (who obviously doesn’t have much infectious disease experience), overheard by one of my classmates. (via wayfaringmd)

…….. What? How? How do you get a nursing license without basic knowledge on bacteria? I learned that in HIGH SCHOOL BIOLOGY. 

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fexualisnotonfire:

cmcross:

ask-sketch-skew-and-riosu:

bubbleberrys-bash:

lovingpony:

gavinthebrony:

It has returned



omfg yes

the second one THOUGH

I love it when things I made circle back around to my dash.

you could almost say it’s
the circle of life

fexualisnotonfire:

cmcross:

ask-sketch-skew-and-riosu:

bubbleberrys-bash:

lovingpony:

gavinthebrony:

It has returned

image

omfg yes

the second one THOUGH

I love it when things I made circle back around to my dash.

you could almost say it’s

the circle of life

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