McGonagall will work with any student for as long as they need her to, and Ravenclaws will sometimes take advantage of that, while also being too nervous about it because she’s not their head of house. So one day she makes a point of telling the Ravenclaws that she was a hatstall and it was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Ever since then, the Ravenclaws sit late into the night with McGonagall, working, and smiling slightly when they hear Filch complain about students out of bed.
:) straight women :) stop calling your best friend your girlfriend :) it sucks :) when you act like calling a woman your girlfriend :) is a punchline :) when for a lot of women :) it’s terrifying :) :) :)
What Is The Shape Of Your Monster? – Get Out and Thought-out Horror
No, I’m dead serious. If you haven’t already seen Jordan
Peele’s Get Out yet, I need you to do
me a massive favor. I need you to bookmark this page, close this page, and
absolutely do not read this page— or any other essay or article on Get Out—
until you’ve finished watching it.
I’m not just saying this because this essay will contain
major spoilers for a movie that is best enjoyed going in knowing as little as
possible— I mean, yes, it will— but most of all I just want as many people to
see this movie as possible. It is by far the most socially relevant American
movie to come out this year, at time of writing, if not one of the most
socially relevant pieces of American art of the past decade.
※ Hanzo was never sure how his dragons would react to you. They were fierce, loyal, and protective creatures that lived to serve their master(s). He feared that they’d deem you unworthy to be in their presence.
※ It happened when you two were alone, meditating. He was in his usual kneeling position on a soft cushion, his hands resting on his thighs as he relaxed, while you were in the simple Bermese pose.
※ Neither of you knew why it happened but you noticed a shift in the atmosphere and snapped your eyes open. It was a startling feeling, but not a bad one. It was more of a surprise. Your eyes had went to Hanzo to see his arm glowing the bright blue it does when he summons his dragons.
※ That was your first and only warning before two dragons spiraled out of the male and twirled with each other in the air until they were high enough above you both, looking down. They stayed intertwined with each other while they floated aimlessly in the air. They seemed like they were waiting for you to say something.
※ A soft, wonderous, “Oh.” Was all that left your parted lips as you stared at the creatures in amazement. Sure, you’ve seen them on the battlefield but it was always for a split second. Seeing them somewhat up close made them look more majestic and beautiful. You could see the faint blue scales that reflected the lights from the room and their cat-fish like whiskers.
※ As much as you had wanted to shake Hanzo out of his daze you kept him still as you slowly got up to a standing position.
※ The dragons, old and wise looking, were swift to descend down from above and towards you. They seemed curious yet all-knowing. They knew who you were, they’re always aware, and they wanted to personally meet you. The two being never understood why their master was so…hesitant to let them talk.
※ It didn’t take long until the dragons were just above you, staring down, and glossing you over.
※ When they plopped themselves on the ground next to you, careful not to disturb their master, and nudged your hand onto the bridge of their nose did you notice that these dragons weren’t as fierce as they seemed to be.
※ You tried to keep your laughs down, you really did, but their whispers were so ticklish. And when they’d stick their tongues out slightly? You really hand to hold in the childish laughter that bubbled in you.
※ Sadly, your non-relaxed state had broken Hanzo from his meditation, much to his displeasure, and he turned to face you.
※ To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He was shocked, in disbelief, he couldn’t believe his eyes! There you were, giggling to yourself, as his dragons continues to stick their tongues out playfully at you. His dragons. His fierce, loyal, protective dragons, were playing with you.
※ He didn’t disturb you three as you all played. He did feel a rush of relief wash over him as he wondered why he was worried to begin with? He loves you, so it’s only natural that his dragons love you too.
※ When Genji would need his sword(s) to be sharpened, repaired, etc., he would always go to you. Hell, he’d even go to you if his armor was messing up or needed a polishing. It was your specialty after all!
※ He never stayed around when you would be working. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be there, he does, but he knows how you love the quiet when you work. “It helps me concentrate!” You told him.
※ When you’d be working he’d be with Zenyatta, meditating or just talking. The conversations linger from him reminiscing about the past, him talking about his day/week, or him talking about you. He always tried to not bring you up into every topic but he couldn’t help himself… Zenyatta was okay with it, though, since he knew about Genji’s play-boy past and how “true-love” was never his thing back then. Him having it now meant that he was growing, and Zenyatta was proud.
※ Now, when you said that you liked the quiet it wasn’t a total lie. You did enjoy it but there was something you enjoyed more. What is it? Well, it’s his dragon of course!
※ The lanky green creature first appeared when you were fixing Genji’s sword for the fifth time in the span of three months. How he manages to bend or break the hilt that many times? You’ll never know. What you did know, though, was that this creature was a lot less terrifying than when it’s on the battlefield.
※ The dragon loved to curl up around your neck like a snake and relax there and, sometimes, you swear you could hear it snoring. It never bothered you but you weren’t sure how Genji would feel with his dragon being so affectionate and open with you.
※ These were delicate, and sacred, creatures that shouldn’t be taken lightly, you knew this but…how can you resist playing with it when it playfully bites your hands to get your attention?
※ Don’t tell anyone but you actually bought a few cat toys for when Genji lends you his sword.
※ Genji only found out when he dropped his sword off and left for, maybe, four minutes until he realized that he forgot to give you his smaller one. He went back over to your little makeshift workshop and walked in on you holding a mouse toy, that was connected to the stick you were holding by a string, above his dragon.
※ He watched in amusement as you quickly turned to look towards him, a bit embarrassed about being caught red handed, while his dragon continued to hover a few inches above the ground before slithering in the air towards the toy, successfully biting onto it this time.
※ While you were at a moments loss Genji strode over to you with an teasing tone to his voice, “Is this why you wanted me to leave the room?”
※ In the end he wasn’t mad, of course not, and joined you in playing with his dragon. It was a great bonding experience for you three.
The more I think about it, the more I want a season of Dirk Gently (or even just a single episode) where the mystery squad meet themselves from an alternate universe, just so we can see
(a.k.a Agent Icarus)
trying to teach canon!Dirk how to fire a sniper rifle before
Bonding over milkshakes and swapping stories about the most inconvenient times to get an intuition (they both agree that “when you’re trying to make a good first impression” is very high on the list, though canon!Dirk maintains that “in this one specific cafe just before your assis-friend contracts a painful disease and you get kidnapped by the government” is a clear winner)
A child going missing is arguably the worst thing that could happen to any parent. Now imagine the terror when five of your children go missing. This is exactly what happened to George and Jennie Sodder on Christmas Eve in 1945. The Sodder family had been celebrating the Christmas season in their Fayetteville, West Virginia, home, with 9 of their 10 children. After the family retreated to bed, Jennie was awoken by the phone ringing; it was somebody she didn’t know. She informed them that they had the wrong number and they manically laughed before hanging up. Assuming it was a prank, Jennie was ready to go back to bed when she noticed that the lights were still on and the doors were unlocked, something she had asked the children to attend to before they went to bed.
The family were awoken again at approximately 1:30AM, but this time, it was by something a lot more terrifying - a fire was rushing through their home. Tragically, not everybody managed to escape the burning house and five of the Sodder children, Betty, Jennie, Louis, Martha, and Maurice, remained inside. The family frantically tried to rescue the other children but the fire was raging, making returning to the house impossible. Within 45 minutes, the house was completely burned to the ground. Of course the immediate thought was that the children had perished in the fire. However, no remains of the children were ever found inside the house. In a bizarre and unexplainable twist, remains were discovered inside the house, but they showed no sign of fire damage, almost as if the remains had been stolen from a cemetery and planted inside the house.
One theory, and the theory that the Sodder family themselves believe, is that the chidren were abducted and the fire was set on purpose as a cover up. There is evidence that can back this theory up: In 1968, a photograph was mailed to the Sodder family; on the back was a message which read, “Louis Sodder, I love brother, Frankie. Ilil boys A90132 (or 90135).“ Witnesses also claim they saw a strange man stealing things from the Sodder’s garage as the fire was burning. A ladder, which usually resides in the garage, was nowhere to be found when George attempted to retrieve it in an attempt to climb on the roof to rescue his chidren. Regardless of this and the lack of bodies, the case was never investigated and the five children were declared legally dead. Sadly, both George and Jennie passed away without knowing the truth of what happened to their children.
"We always end up being just like our parents!! Haha!!!"
I don’t care if you think it’s true or you personally turned out like your parents. Abusive parents exist. Abuse survivors exist. Most of us don’t carry signs saying “abuse survivor” every where we go. Don’t just rashly assume anyone you’re talking to won’t be affected by your words. You have no idea.
A lot of us are terrified to have kids for this very reason. That we will unknowingly put them through what we went through. Saying shit like this can confirm our own fears and thoughts and hatred for ourselves. It could undo lots of progress we’ve made towards recovery too.