Honestly it’s like the comment sections of some posts around here

Also I love this movie so much

settling a debate, reblog for reach

Here’s the necessary clarification for non-USAmericans who are confused by how confidently USAmericans are claiming these are not the same thing: American biscuits are almost identical to British scones. But not American scones. Behold the continuum:

American biscuits:

These are layered quick breads. They are almost always baked in a round shape, and when they're not, they're baked square; you will pretty much never see a triangular American biscuit. They’re usually made with buttermilk, which gives them a nice slightly tangy flavor. They’re not at all sweet on their own, but they’re also not particularly savory, and as a result, they’re a bit of a blank slate: they pair well with butter and jam, but alternatively, they pair equally well with a savory sausage gravy. There are recipes that are firmly on the savory side by virtue of adding cheddar cheese to the dough, but in those cases, people will usually specify “cheese biscuits” or “cheddar biscuits”. American biscuits can be a breakfast food, or a lunch food, or a dinner food, all about equally.

British scones:

These are very similar to American biscuits, but a little bit lighter, and noticeably sweeter. You can have these with butter and jam (or, more likely, clotted cream and jam), but unlike American biscuits, I’d never dream of serving them with anything savory like a sausage gravy. You will sometimes see bits of dried fruit, like currants or dried blueberries, baked into them, but this isn't all that common, and it's basically the extent of weird baked-in flavorings. You will sometimes see these baked into a triangle shape, but more commonly, they are round. They’re great as a breakfast food, but they’re better with an afternoon tea; you’d probably never see them as the accompaniment to a hearty, savory dinner.

American scones:

American scones are denser, sweeter, and significantly more buttery than British scones, without the more clearly defined layers that British scones have. They are almost always baked in a triangle shape, and only very rarely baked round. American scones come in a variety of flavorings – it's not uncommon to find pumpkin spice scones, double chocolate scones, lemon strawberry scones, blueberry scones with fresh blueberries baked right in, etc. It's also not uncommon to find them glazed, like a doughnut (but usually slightly less so). You do not typically top these with butter or jam, or indeed, with anything – they are eaten as-is, as an accompaniment to coffee or tea. They are mostly a breakfast food, though they may occasional feature at an afternoon tea, if someone even has one of those, which in the States, people mostly don't.

American cookies:

American cookies are exclusively a sweet dessert. They are often baked soft, and best eaten warm, although they're perfectly fine to eat cooled, and you can certainly find shelf-stable cookies in stores (which are usually hard, rather than soft, see eg. Chips Ahoy). Oatmeal raisin cookies come the closest to the place that American scones leave off, and it isn't very close. All sorts of flavorings and mixed in bits are common, although chocolate and nuts are more popular mix-in additions than dried fruit. Glazes are fairly uncommon, but not unheard of. The archetypal accompaniment for American cookies is a glass of milk, although they're perfectly nice to enjoy with tea or coffee. They are not, however, a breakfast food. Americans do consider shortbread and gingerbread to both be types of cookies, but if you refer to "cookies" in the abstract, those aren't what people typically think of.

British biscuits:

British biscuits are like American cookies, but pretty much always hard and served at room temperature. I've even heard the opinion that a British biscuit should always be "crisp", with softness as a sign that a biscuit isn't fresh. Americans are familiar with this style of treat, and generally think of British biscuits as "the type of cookies that you get in a tin" – they're very much a thing in America, but they're considered a smaller and much less popular subset of the broader "cookie" category. Like American cookies, these are often eaten as a dessert, but they are much more commonly seen as an accompaniment to tea than the American cookie is.

Tl;dr: This is like an even more complicated version of the crisps/chips/fries thing, I’m afraid. We're simply talking about different things.

i was talking to one of my coworkers about my trip and she asked me where i was going and i said austria and she looked at me all confused and then she said “like…austria-hungary?” and i wasn’t quite sure how to break it to her

#i’ve been in a coma since 1914#i can’t wait to see my favorite modern empire (via elucubrare)

@badshah-cornelius

pls god where is the fourth of julie goodbye 2007 hello 2008

dear dire

draco really wrote a whole song about ron imagine being this obsessed

Spider-Man India aka Pavitr Prabhakar!

Gouache, gel pen, paint marker, micron, electric tape and colored pencil

My absolute fave character from Spiderverse- Hobie Brown- aka SpiderPunk

Gouache, paint marker, white gel pen, micron, post it, and electric tape

hiya i don’t chat here much but if you’ve seen my silly face on tiktok you know i don’t shut up.

i wanna say something, i’m not great with words but i’ll do my best. maybeee one person will see this and it’ll hit at the right time.

i consider myself incredibly lucky, blessed and grateful to know personally some of the people who have written some of my favourite fic. and let me tell you, they are TALENTED. i’m like. how are you friends with little old ME?!

but some of the comments they get on their work is actually so wild to me. it takes so many guts to come on to a public forum and post something they’ve written from the heart, something they’ve poured a little piece of their soul into, and it allows us to be lucky enough to READ SOMETHIN SPECTACULAR.

let me tell you, these people behind the screens doing the writing? wow. their writing is fantastic, or their art, too. but them, as people? PHENOMENAL. and it is a true privilege to know them. they read every comment, enjoy every kindness, and share their work and their art with us and it’s truly a blessing.

so the anonymous authors that people come to talk the maddest shit to without having to take responsibility, it’s a few seconds of vitriol for you, but for them? you’re cutting into a piece of them that they’ve been BRAVE enough to share, and i think that’s the most cowardly, mean thing you could do. i’m sure that if it were you being the brave one, you sharing that part of yourself, it would break you into a million pieces if someone commented something evil or judgmental.

this fandom, from what i’ve seen, is built on trust, passion and kindness, and i think it’s a real shame that writers and artists should get pushed and forced out of here for doing nothing other than the things that set their soul on fire.

if you don’t like something, move on, no?

anyway, i’ll continue supporting my friends, writers, artists and the people i don’t know HOWEVER i can. and i hope you can do the same 🫶🏽

Well, that's kind of dark

So one of the things I've noticed about Peeta that I haven't seen talked about a lot is there's a kind of almost morbid resourcefulness about him. Like, we talk about him finding beauty in adversity and having an artistic outlook and while that's true, there are so many moments that kind of made me pause when I first read the books that reveal a different side to him. He doesn't just strategize (the interviews, D11) , or even just improvise on the spot (the bread, the Peacekeepers at Katniss' house CF scene), but he adds a whole lot of compartmentalizing onto it.

Examples?

How about Peeta in the first arena, freshly bit by a mutt and currently bleeding to death, carrying everything that's happened over the past couple of weeks, having to fight Cato on the Cornucopia? When Cato (who's also much bigger than him) gets him in a chokehold, not only does Peeta manage to find a way out of a seemingly impossible situation without proper oxygenation (well, no small feat) but he also uses his own blood to mark an X on Cato's hand so Katniss can shoot at it. It's brilliant and desperate, and it ends up working, but damn if that's not disturbing as well.

And he does something similar again: using the force field to cook tree rat after having basically died from it just hours ago. He basically went, "well, if it worked on me, it'll work for the rat" .

After getting out of the Games, you'd expect him to want nothing to do with everything that happened in there, much like Katniss did, try to leave it all behind and get over the pain, but no! Peeta spends nights and nights painting it all out in vivid detail, not just the better or neutral moments but the tough, gory stuff too. I'm not sure how to interpret this response he has, other that it shows him as someone who doesn't like to shy away from the truth even if it hurts (real or not real?) and uses what's there for the best, or at least passably functional outcome, which is genuinely really useful. I feel like there is more to it.

[The sewer chace in MJ could maybe also be a similar example? After the Mitchell disaster, Peeta seems to be keeping it together better than even some of the other, un-hijacked members of the squad. It seems like he's getting better the worse things get. A trauma response? Good for him? Bad? Maybe a mix? I'd love to hear your two cents!]

Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...

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Being raised by areligious jews with 0 exposure to christianity outside pop culture is so fun. One time I asked my ex-catholic friend why a picture of jesus had a bristle crown and she looked at me like I was insane. One time I heard someone mention the "lance of longinus" and responded, word for word, "Like from Evangelion?" One time during a history lesson my professor described an important monk and scholar as "Dominican" and I spent the rest of class super confused and hung up on it because I was very sure that the Dominican Republic didn't meaningfully exist as an entity back then, maybe she meant he was a native Taino or something but that's a weird way to say that and I'm pretty sure this was pre- European contact? Really fucks people up when they realize I genuinely have no idea.

This but it's my partner taking an art history class in college and the professor looking at them like they grew a second head when they answered "What came out of Jesus' wound when he was stabbed on the cross" with "...Blood?"

Additions that prove my point by mystifying me because what on earth would come out of a nail wound besides blood. Are you telling me it was something besides blood. What was jesus full of that wasn't blood. You guys are scaring me

Apparently it was water?? I guess he was also stabbed on top of being crucified (which feels like overkill imo) and water came out, which was a huge deal in medieval symbolism and also to my medieval poetry professor, who was genuinely shocked and upset that I didn’t know. This man fully docked me points because I, a whole ass Jew, hadn’t somehow heard about the secret waterballoon Jesus lore that I guess everyone is supposed to like… intuit

On the plus side, it does lead to some absolutely wild medieval Jesus art of angels tapping him like a fucking keg

I didn’t know this , this and I went to a religious school (granted liberal episcopalian) where I had to go to chapel every day of the week, and then my grandma would take me to church on Sunday, and I am an art history teacher. Huh 🤔

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A Tender Heart

@jilymicrofics

prompt: Tender

‘I know you got hit by a bludger,’ Sirius said. ‘I know it was nasty… But I also know Madam Pomfrey fixed you up in, like, a minute. So why - in Merlins’s name - do you have that massive bandage wrapped around your head?’

‘To show that I’m injured.’

‘It looks like a turban. You look… ridiculous. Prongs, mate, in all good conscience I cannot let you leave the dorm looking like this.’

‘Get away from me,’ James swatted at Sirius, as the other boy attempted to unwrap the rather ostentatious bandaging from his head. ‘It’s all part of the plan.’

‘To look like a knob?’ 

‘To woo Lily Evans.’

Sirius rolled his eyes in disbelief. ‘Oh, this should be good. Go on then - enlighten me.’ 

‘It’s dead simple - but brilliant. I look all injured and helpless and pathetic, right?’ 

‘You certainly are pathetic.’

‘Evans is just going to take one look at me, the Quidditch hero, injured in the line of glory, but soldiering on - despite massive brain damage…’

‘... no one would spot the difference…’ 

‘She’ll see my bravery but also my pain, and her tender heart will melt.’

‘Her tender heart will melt? Have you met Lily Evans? She hexes first and asks questions later. She thinks you’re a prize wally. She makes Lord Voldemort look like bloody Florence Nightingale. She’s a menace. And you are playing with fire - trying to trick her.’   

But James remained obstinate, and shook his head. ‘It’ll work, you’ll see. She’ll take one look at me and want to nurse me back to health and - and marry me!’ 

Reader, she did not marry him (at least not for another few years). 

Word Count: 277

Oh this one gave me a good chuckle. Love Sirius.

@myheadsgonenumb

Hahah that was so cute! Love Sirius too 😁 and poor misguided James too!

Rain

for @hinnymicrofic

They had just finished their Sunday roast. The children had escaped into the Burrow's garden as soon as they had finished their plates. The adults remained at the table, continuing their conversation. 

Suddenly, with heart-pounding clarity, they all heard it at once. It was Rose Weasley’s loud blood-curdling scream coming from the garden, followed by an accompaniment of tiny voices screaming. 

Harry and Ron had, admittedly, the quickest reaction time. They had both sprung up from the table and were in the garden before Ginny even lowered her glass of pumpkin juice from her lips. 

Ginny stood up and made to follow along with Hermione and her parents, but she was calmed significantly when she heard Ron’s booming laughter, followed by high pitched squeals. These were not the sounds of terror, but of joy.

Ginny shot a quizzical look at Hermione, who also visibly relaxed at the sound of Ron’s laughter. They all made their way slowly to the side door that led out into the garden and paused in the doorway. 

It was heavily downpouring even though moments before she hadn't noticed signs of rain. The children were running around the yard screaming and squealing in delight. Harry and Ron stood in the middle of the garden, rain soaking their clothing, laughing and chasing the wet children around in the rain.

Ginny took in the scene and laughed in relief, along with Mum, Dad, and Hermione. They were fine. They were all fine.

Ginny saw her daughter's red ponytail bouncing up and down as she chased her cousin Hugo. Then there were her two black-haired boys laughing and squealing as her brother Ron chased them. Rose grabbed a wet ball from the ground and threw it at Harry, who had not initially been paying attention, but caught the ball as it zoomed towards his face. 

They were all perfect, Ginny thought. She looked at her tall handsome husband who moments before had barreled into the yard in fear, was now smiling and laughing, thoroughly soaked in rain. She couldn't help it, she shrugged and stepped out to join them in the downpour. She felt the rain cool her skin as she walked slowly across the yard in step next to Harry. He grinned at her in greeting.

“It apparently started raining quite suddenly,” said Harry. “And we- all of us-” he gestured intently to their kids running around the garden “decided to start screaming about it.”

“Seems like the appropriate response,” said Ginny, chuckling as she watched her two sons team up to tackle their laughing Uncle Ron on to the wet grass. 

“They're going to give me more gray hair,” smiled Harry with reluctant amusement.  

Ginny snaked her arms around his waist and he pulled his around her shoulders. They stood there for a moment holding each other in the rain, watching the takedown of Ron by James and Al. 

“I love your gray hairs,” she said. Harry tutted and leaned down to roughly kiss her rain-soaked face. 

I hate that planned obsolescence is starting to reach fandoms. I hate that fandoms are starting to die after two, three years, I hate that whenever you stop getting content that means the fandom will die and be gone.

I need people to stop trying to brush off old interests as being 'cringe' as soon as you lose interest, or worse: make it seem like it's imoral to like something that they themselves held so dear before.

Fandoms are meant to last for years and years, the moment content stops being created is the moment we truly thrive because we keep creating the content ourselves the way we love it and expand on the things that are already there for us.

I don't care if you lost interest on something, it's fine and normal even, but stop trying to blame and make fun of people who still do love the fandom and the content and the things we can create.

I need people to enjoy fandom again

Put in the tags the movie(s) that defined your very, very early childhood, the first movies you have any recollection of watching.