~ Cozy Hufflepuff aesthetic ~

Imagine: 

At day, sunlight shines into the Hufflepuff common room and a peaceful atmosphere is in the air. Warm cuddles, and cozy wrapped in warm blankets while studying in the Hufflepuff common room. 

At night, the sunlight slowly fades away. The crackling fire and some fireflies become the only light sources in the common room. At this point, the homework and books are replaced for some warm drinks. Some people of the house get some food of the kitchen and place it on the small wooden tables in front of the fireplace. Everyone of the house helps to turn the common room in a more cozy one. Then, the laughter, talking and games start. This helps people from the house to calm down from all the learning at day and have some fun. This is especially needed in the times of N.E.W.T.’s and O.W.L.’s. Either you are from your first or last year, everyone is free to join the cosiness in the Hufflepuff common room.

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Hufflepuff Uniform, 1950 ca.

The Little Mermaid: Shorter Version 🦀

lower-income people tend to be “hoarders” and richer people are able to do more “minimalist” living spaces. if u don’t have much, you will hold onto any little thing that comes across your way. you got a new tv, but you still keep the old tv because you know things can break. you keep extra boxes of macaroni and cheese lying around because there will be a week when you don’t have money for groceries. you hold onto your stacks of books and clothes for dear life. those are your assets. physical evidence of where your money’s gone. it’s hard to get rid of it. the bare wall is terrifying when you don’t have much.

Fuck. This makes so much sense and explains so much about me. I must have inherited this from my mum.

so I’d normally put this in the tags but it’s kind of a lot so just reblog this from OP to skip my commentary. But I dogsit for a family who is clearly LOADED. Their house is immaculate. High, vaulted ceilings, wood flooring, two chandeliers in one room. These things are fancy, right ?? I really don’t know, anything that isn’t tile or 30 year old carpet seems fancy to me. It also so… bare. Everything is organized perfectly, they have no excess. Their decor is extravagant and yet minimal - it is carefully and precisely executed. Nothing that doesn’t match the aesthetic sits in their living room. I tried to replicate some of it, but it’s just not possible. I have every book I’ve ever owned, my mom keeps papers upon papers, VHSs in a dresser, how do you just get rid of these things when you know you may not have the opportunity to buy them again? How must it feel to live in such orderly quarters where everything is replaceable?

This really locked into my brain when I was reading one of the declutter your space things and it suggested getting rid of duplicate highlighters and pens. /Pens/. It suggested that you needed one or two working pens, so if you had extra you should get rid of them. That was when I realized minimalist living was /innately/ tied to having spare money, because the idea was, of course you just went out and bought the single replacement thing whenever the first thing broke. You obv. Had the time and money to only ever hold what you needed that moment, because you could always buy more later.

God damn do I feel some things about this

Not only that but if you throw out something that cost $20, you’re throwing out that $20. Even if you no longer like or need or want the item any more, it’s hard psychologically for a poor person to throw that money away.

So i’m working on another novel. Any input, criticism or notes would be greatly appreciated. I’m tryin’ to go for a darker take of a fairy tale… kind of turning the tropes on their heads (though it definitely starts off in a very stereotypical fairy tale way.) Lemme know friends!!!! Prologue

When she was growing up, fairytales had been a game: castles and princesses and sword fights. The tall grass that surrounded their ranch made for flimsy turrets, swaying with the breeze, but providing enough cover not be seen. They would push the grass down until it was flat, and sit cross-legged, claiming the land as their new makeshift castle. They brought imaginary teacups to their lips as they sipped imaginary tea and giggled at the prospect of a prince. Then Aldric would come barreling through the brush, wooden sword in hand and a war cry on his tongue. Emmy and Cicely would yelp and grab their twigs and swing.

           As Emmy grew older than her twin cousins, she would read to them instead, of queens and dragons and far off lands. She had no more time for castles made of grass and swords made of twigs; there were animals to feed and horses to brush. There were errands to run and tutoring sessions to attend. The little ones would join in her chores soon enough, as Aldric had already begun to feed the pigs when she requested, as the mud and dung clung to her shoes when she went into town and the store keeps would shoo her out for the smell.

           At twenty, the fairytales had fallen away from memory. Cecily and Aldric were fifteen now, old enough to read to themselves, and old enough to help with the chores. She’d finally shaken herself from the tutoring sessions, and instead used her free time to ride her horse into the valley. There was a lake she particularly liked, something about it felt otherworldly. She had once dreamt a woman with long, white hair down to her knees had emerged from the water and laid a sword at her feet, and though Emmy no longer believed in fairytales, she couldn’t shake the magical feeling the lake gave her. It became her personal little oasis from reality. A reality of mud, dirt, and horrible stenches.

           So, when a boy arrived at their ranch in the middle of a hot summer night, Emmy did not venture to think he had brought a fairytale with him.

She did not venture to think he had brought her fairytale with him.

Nor did she think her fairytale, of castles and kings and sword fights, would not be a fairytale at all.

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The moment people were like “oh shit water benders”

I really loved this episode though, it was an established theme in the show that firebenders are associated with death and waterbenders are associated with life and healing, and up to this point it all seemed so clear-cut, because fire obviously destroys everything in its path while water can put out fires and heals, as we’ve seen particularly in Katara’s case with her natural healing ability.  

Then we meet Hama, who due to years of torture and hatred has found a way to turn the classic gentler waterbending ways into a weapon of destruction and manipulation, and honestly I can’t think of a better way to introduce people to the fact that things are never as clear cut as they seem.  We’ve thought of waterbenders as the good guys up until this point, so it’s jarring to find out that no, despite stereotypes and traditions, there are always going to be good and bad people in every culture/group, but that’s the point of the entire show.

It’s revisited later too when Aang and Zuko find the Sun Warriors who teach them firebending is not just about death and destruction, but also about bringing warmth to the earth and making plants grow and both Aang and Zuko needed to hear that they weren’t just instruments of destruction and gain confidence from the idea of using firebending to create life and I love it I love this show so much.

I’ve spent some time wondering at Dumbeldore’s rational for hiring Gilderoy Lockhart and I’ve reached the following conclusion.

When Dumbledore met Lockhart, all he thought was “Oh, this is going to be hilarious.”

I always got the vibe that Dumbledore was like, “there is no possible way for this man to be a Death Eater,” and hired him on the spot.

Why aren’t there more posts on here about the Scooby Doo movies? Because seriously

these

are

the

best

movies

ever

bye

It's Mojo Jojo

See, what you need to understand is that “Not all guys like that” is never going to work. Because you’re answering an entirely different conversation than what women are actually saying.

You think women are saying “Every man is a predator and a danger to me.” And you’re replying, “But I’m not like that.”

But women aren’t saying that. They’re saying “There are too many situations where women have to worry about their safety,” and you’re saying “That’s not important.” They’re saying “Women are constantly told it’s their fault if something bad happens,” and you’re saying “Don’t worry about it.” They’re saying “Too often, women find their trust violated by men,” and you’re saying “But you should trust me!”

They’re saying “So many men have decided that what they want is more important than anything about a woman.” And you’re replying “I’m exactly like that.”

I feel like we need to talk more bout America Chavez.

She’s a teenage latina gay superhero from another dimension. Like, how could you not just love her? Oh, and she’s a member of the Young Avengers.

Yes. As in THOSE Young Avengers. Did I mention she’s incredibly bad-ass?

You wanna talk powers? This lady has powers up the wazoo. We’re talking super strength and durability, flight,

as well as bullet-proof skin.

Is Loki checking out her ass? goddamn it Loki she will kick you so hard in the face. Oh yeah, there’s another thing.

She can literally kick holes between dimensions to allow for instant travel across worlds. So, basically…

America Chavez is essentially the ultimate superhero and someone we DEFINITELY need to be talking about more often.

THAT LAST PIC IS ME IN MY TECH CLASS LOL IM COSPLAY HER SOON NOW

Bro nice

bless

Cable news is falling for GOP spin. Local news is not.

this is literally my thought process like all of the time

speaking of misogyny

let me tell you guys something that ACTUALLY happened in my screenwriting class last week

one of the female writers in our class is writing a feature about this gang of teenage girls who sort of become vigilantes and murder men who harass women (that’s a shitty logline of it but it’s actually fucking awesome and highly stylized and over-exaggerated like tarantino in a good way bc i fucking hate tarantino). ANYWAY their first kill is this guy named taylor. taylor is one of the girl’s boyfriends. it is heavily implied and the writer confirmed that he abuses and rapes her. not explicitly seen, but she has bruises, there are scenes implying it etc.

so. she wrote the part where they kill taylor. and one of my professor’s comments was about how he felt like he didn’t hate taylor enough.

to which me and my female friend were like um what?? we hate him. he fucking raped and abused her. wE HATE HIM. HE IS A HORRIBLE PERSON.

and my prof was like well yeah i hate him but i don’t HATE hate him. and we argued about it. so he took a poll of who hated taylor. ALL of the girls in the class raised their hands. none of the boys did. when he asked who didn’t hate taylor all of the men raised their hands. and me and my friend started laughing because of COURSE they did.

and my prof was like why are you laughing and the writer was like “i think they’re laughing at the gender difference in that answer” and my prof was like “well, from my male perspective, i don’t think i’m being sexist”

WHAT.

first of all did you hear that sentence at ALL do you understand how paradoxical it is?????

second of all, no. just no.

and then my prof went on to say “i feel like we need to see taylor be horrible. like bad solution, he kicks a dog”

evidently a man can abuse and rape a girl and not be hated, but if he kicks a dog then he’s PURE EVIL

and THAT is exactly what’s wrong with our society

#the starter pack for ‘how to deal with villain apologists

Bonus:

“I’m having a very terrible childhood right now” was such a line.

Slytherin: Alright, listen up you little shits! Slytherin: Not you, Hufflepuff. You’re great, we’re thrilled you’re here.