There’s a part in the movie where the dialogue just…automatically sends my brain to this quote.

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We can’t even pay teachers properly in the first place

The American education system is broken

This is heartbreaking

Do you understand how little the Hogwarts faculty cared about their students’ accomodations beyond what’s been given in Hogwarts to everyone????

Like, let’s start with the obvious. Children can’t stay in Hogwarts for the summer. And, honestly, WHY???? Letting Tom Riddle stay at Hogwarts over the summer instead of going to that orphanage he hated would’ve LITERALLY PREVENTED HIM FROM BECOMING LORD FUCKING VOLDEMORT. And you would’ve thought profs learned from their mistake but nah, man. Harry Potter, victim of domestic abuse??? Make him go home, he’ll love it. And don’t even start with the whole “he had to leave because the house had that Lily protection going on”. That’s a plot point that could’ve been easily avoided by J.K. instead of being used as an excuse for sending poor little Harry to an abusive household for three months once a year. There MUST be homeless kids that live on the streets, and kids whose parents beat them because they’re magic, or orphan kids who don’t belong anywhere, or mentally ill or LGBTQ+ or disabled children who feel like Hogwarts understands them more than their family and (muggle) friends ever will. And you’re telling those kids on their little hopeful faces that they HAVE TO leave Hogwarts????

I bet the castle HATES IT that students can’t stay. Like, it’s the middle of april and Dumbledore is trying to get up some stairs but they keep spinning and spinning and Dumb’s like “YOU KNOW I CAN’T LET THEM STAY!!! LET ME GO FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!!!” and the paintings are booing and the stairs keep spinning until he hexes them into keeping still. He can’t walk past the Room of Requirements because it’ll bang its doors open and show him a thousand beds with plushies on them and a star lit roof and chests for the kids to leave their stuff in. 

Honestly, what’s their excuse???? There are people staying over the summer at Hogwarts. Hagrid doesn’t go anywhere. The elves don’t go anywhere. I can’t imagine Filch living anywhere else but dusty hallways of a big old castle. The ghosts and the people in the paintings can’t leave, and I bet the castle would automatically shut doors that lead to places it doesn’t want the students to go, either becase it’s too dangerous or because it’s afraid they’ll turn some classroom upside down or anything.

Why doesn’t a magic school have some magic wands spare they can give to students??? Like, Ron had a split in half wand for a whole year, and we learn that wands aren’t that accessible for anyone.

So if you require children to take something that’s really fucking expensive to school, why don’t you have a reservoir for them???

I know, I know. Neville used his father’s wand and it turned him into a useless wizard, more or less. Call me crazy, but I’d rather get a mismatched whole wand that a personalized one split in half because my parents can’t afford it which could backfire basically any enchantment I ever try. 

And what about the ones that can’t afford it?? Or the ones that recycle their aunt’s or uncle’s old dresses and suits and are the butt of every joke at school just because they couldn’t afford a wand AND a dress/suit.

What if a wand just catches fire??? Are you telling me Seamus Finnigan never burnt a wand??? So you have a kid with no wand because it has disintegrated into fire. They have to go to Diagon Alley to get a new one, because I don’t think hogsmeade has an Ollivander’s. What you gonna do?? Leave the kid wandless and expect them to make wandless magic, which is often descibed as really REALLY hard??? Send them alone to London for a day to just but the wand and then come back?? Have a teacher go?? Make the parents buy them a new wand??? Not everyone can get to the heart of London in a day, or a week, or a month, for whatever reason. Does this poor child skip the classes that require wands, or do they sit there watching their classmates do magic while they’re sat there making flowers explode or something because of how bored and ashamed and angry they are???

Think about a wand reservoir for a bit. It’d be so cute. They’re discarded wands because maybe Ollivander got it wrong, or wands from the wizards who can’t really fight anymore and don’t care doing their chores like muggles do, wands from wizards who have mastered wandless magic, wands from people like the Longbottoms, who have no real use for them anymore. Wands from loved ones that passed away and would’ve loved the idea of their wand outliving them. Wands from people who are simply really rich and but batches of them just to drop off at Hogwarts, for the ones who need it.

Summer homework!! A concept I hate both in the muggle and wizarding world. Let’s say a student has some kind of doubt about the homework they’re doing and can’t find an answer in the textbooks.

A pureblood will have their parents, relatives, wizard friends. If they have a family owl, they can send an owl to a classmate and the problem’s solved.

A muggleborn can’t ask their parents. If they don’t have an owl (which I’m guessing are roughly 2/3 of the alumni, doing the math of 1/3 toads, 1/3 cats and 1/3 owls), they can’t ask their wizard friends. Maybe they can phone their other muggleborn friends, but it doesn’t guarantee you in any way that they will know the answer, because muggleborns are always running behind purebloods because there are a lot of things the program assumes they know and they don’t.

“Just leave it unfinished and tell the professor, it’s not a big deal”. Well, for some of them it sure won’t be. But we know you can get points taken from your house if you don’t turn in homework in time, or even detention if the professor is bad enough (think Snape). All because of some stupid homework!!!

tl;dr: Hogwarts faculty is classist as fuck and the castle hates them all 

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a concept: Harry Potter with his mother’s hair and father’s eyes instead of vice versa. Harry with fiery dark red hair and soft hazel eyes please and thank you

i imagine this is how harry and draco’s first meeting would have gone then haha

can you imagine how much more confused arthur would have been in that scene where he first meets harry 😂

his eyes would probably sweep right over harry at the breakfast table, and then he would freeze and have to do a mental tally of his children

I can see Fred and George really going with it too… “Come on Dad, don’t you remember Harry?” “Next you’ll tell us you don’t remember Craig” “Or Ethel” “Or Annie“ “Or Ryan”

I really want this to be a thing

Okay but like…every professor at Hogwarts would have to do the exact same mental math as Arthur, and then realize that he’s Harry freakin’ Potter, and redo their math AGAIN.

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These pictures make me so happy. They’re so full of unconditional love and family. That’s what family is about.

I can’t express how upset it makes me that shyness in women is sexualized, anger in women is sexualized, ignorance/ lack of intelligence is sexualized, intelligence is sexualized- being a woman is being sexualized for everything you feel or do.

But if you’re a sexual woman, you’re demonized

Whoop there it is.

“You know mistletoe is important to Druids but do you know why people kiss under the mistletoe? It’s a Norse myth. Baldur the son of Odin was the most beloved by the other gods. So much that they wanted to protect him from all the dangers in the world. His mother, Frigg, took an oath from fire and water, metal, stone and every living thing, that they would never hurt Baldur. At a gathering, they tested him. Stones, arrows and flame were all hurled at him. Nothing worked. But there was one god that wasn’t so enamored of Baldur, the god of mischief, Loki. Loki discovered that Frigg had forgotten to ask mistletoe, a tiny, seemingly harmless plant and completely overlooked. Loki fashioned a dart out of mistletoe and it killed Baldur. Frigg was heartbroken. She decreed that mistletoe would never again be used as a weapon and that she would place a kiss on anyone who passed under it. So now we hang mistletoe underneath our door during the holidays so that we will never overlook it again.”

Reblogging again because SOMEONE ASK ME ABOUT WHERE SANTA CAME FROM AND WHY HE HAS EIGHT REINDEER DO IT. 

@systlin why?

OKAY BUCKLE UP CHILDREN

Santa? Is Odin. With a bit of the Turkish Saint Nicholas plastered over top to make him more acceptable to Christianity.

Let’s wind this back a bit.

So. In Norse tradition, Odin rose with the wild hunt on Midwinter. Children would leave out offerings of hay or root vegetables in their shoes for Slepnir, Odin’s horse. In norse tradition, all gifts create an obligation that must be returned in kind, so if Odin found the offerings pleasing he would leave treats and sweets in return.

So. We have a magical bearded man riding through the sky on a winter feast day and leaving treats for children in footwear if they pleased him. Sound familiar? Yeah.

As for Slepnir, Odin’s mount? He has eight legs. So. Bearded man with powerful magic flying through the air on an eight-legged steed on a winter feast day and leaving treats for children in their footwear if they pleased him.

Yeah.

Enter Christianity. Now, the midwinter season is important to all cultures that live in cold climates. The passing of the worst of the hard times and the beginning of the longer days and the promise of the return of life and light and fertility is a powerful thing. There were Christian festival days around the same time as Midwinter was celebrated in many polytheistic faiths. Christians found that they couldn’t get people to stop celebrating the feast days they’d been celebrating for several thousand years, so opted instead to just absorb those traditions into their OWN midwinter festivals. It was a far easier and more effective way of convincing people to convert.

So. The tradition of Odin leaving gifts hung on, in a far different form. This was helped by the legend of Saint Nicholas, a Turkish man who inherited a large amount of wealth and who was known and beloved for his habit of slipping money to poor people via leaving it in their stockings as they were hung out to dry after wash day, or by dropping it down their chimneys. This was similar enough to the old Odin myth of leaving gifts in footwear to paste right over top of the older stories with relative ease. So, the man delivering gifts became not Odin, but St. Nick, who delivered gifts via stocking and chimney.

However, the idea of him flying through the sky, being associated with elves, possessing powerful magic, and the eight-legged steed stuck. (reindeer, incidentally, are an animal with a lot of symbol and power in Norse tales. Ullr, the god of the hunt, had ties to reindeer, and at some point the eight legged horse became eight reindeer.)

Incidentally the image of Santa as a chubby little jolly man didn’t come around until modern advertising began depicting him that way. Before that? A tall, strong man, usually with a staff (echoing Odin’s staff or spear).

So. There you have it. Santa, the jolly bearded old man of beloved childhood Christmas memories? If you ever wondered where he came from in a ‘Christian’ holiday, there’s your answer. He didn’t. He’s the amalgamation of an ancient Norse god and a Middle Eastern saint, filtered through the lens of pop culture.

Jim Butcher actually did this very well in the Dresden Files, where Odin makes several appearances, one wearing the mantle of Father Christmas.

Christianity never really managed to make the old gods vanish.

I love these omg origins of holidays fascinate me

confirmed

HOLY FUCKIN SHIT IT’S BEAUTIFUL

“You know mistletoe is important to Druids but do you know why people kiss under the mistletoe? It’s a Norse myth. Baldur the son of Odin was the most beloved by the other gods. So much that they wanted to protect him from all the dangers in the world. His mother, Frigg, took an oath from fire and water, metal, stone and every living thing, that they would never hurt Baldur. At a gathering, they tested him. Stones, arrows and flame were all hurled at him. Nothing worked. But there was one god that wasn’t so enamored of Baldur, the god of mischief, Loki. Loki discovered that Frigg had forgotten to ask mistletoe, a tiny, seemingly harmless plant and completely overlooked. Loki fashioned a dart out of mistletoe and it killed Baldur. Frigg was heartbroken. She decreed that mistletoe would never again be used as a weapon and that she would place a kiss on anyone who passed under it. So now we hang mistletoe underneath our door during the holidays so that we will never overlook it again.”

Reblogging again because SOMEONE ASK ME ABOUT WHERE SANTA CAME FROM AND WHY HE HAS EIGHT REINDEER DO IT. 

@systlin why?

OKAY BUCKLE UP CHILDREN

Santa? Is Odin. With a bit of the Turkish Saint Nicholas plastered over top to make him more acceptable to Christianity.

Let’s wind this back a bit.

So. In Norse tradition, Odin rose with the wild hunt on Midwinter. Children would leave out offerings of hay or root vegetables in their shoes for Slepnir, Odin’s horse. In norse tradition, all gifts create an obligation that must be returned in kind, so if Odin found the offerings pleasing he would leave treats and sweets in return.

So. We have a magical bearded man riding through the sky on a winter feast day and leaving treats for children in footwear if they pleased him. Sound familiar? Yeah.

As for Slepnir, Odin’s mount? He has eight legs. So. Bearded man with powerful magic flying through the air on an eight-legged steed on a winter feast day and leaving treats for children in their footwear if they pleased him.

Yeah.

Enter Christianity. Now, the midwinter season is important to all cultures that live in cold climates. The passing of the worst of the hard times and the beginning of the longer days and the promise of the return of life and light and fertility is a powerful thing. There were Christian festival days around the same time as Midwinter was celebrated in many polytheistic faiths. Christians found that they couldn’t get people to stop celebrating the feast days they’d been celebrating for several thousand years, so opted instead to just absorb those traditions into their OWN midwinter festivals. It was a far easier and more effective way of convincing people to convert.

So. The tradition of Odin leaving gifts hung on, in a far different form. This was helped by the legend of Saint Nicholas, a Turkish man who inherited a large amount of wealth and who was known and beloved for his habit of slipping money to poor people via leaving it in their stockings as they were hung out to dry after wash day, or by dropping it down their chimneys. This was similar enough to the old Odin myth of leaving gifts in footwear to paste right over top of the older stories with relative ease. So, the man delivering gifts became not Odin, but St. Nick, who delivered gifts via stocking and chimney.

However, the idea of him flying through the sky, being associated with elves, possessing powerful magic, and the eight-legged steed stuck. (reindeer, incidentally, are an animal with a lot of symbol and power in Norse tales. Ullr, the god of the hunt, had ties to reindeer, and at some point the eight legged horse became eight reindeer.)

Incidentally the image of Santa as a chubby little jolly man didn’t come around until modern advertising began depicting him that way. Before that? A tall, strong man, usually with a staff (echoing Odin’s staff or spear).

So. There you have it. Santa, the jolly bearded old man of beloved childhood Christmas memories? If you ever wondered where he came from in a ‘Christian’ holiday, there’s your answer. He didn’t. He’s the amalgamation of an ancient Norse god and a Middle Eastern saint, filtered through the lens of pop culture.

Jim Butcher actually did this very well in the Dresden Files, where Odin makes several appearances, one wearing the mantle of Father Christmas.

Christianity never really managed to make the old gods vanish.

I love these omg origins of holidays fascinate me

confirmed

HOLY FUCKIN SHIT IT’S BEAUTIFUL

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