and middle schoolers

I’m not the biggest Harry Potter fan but I have to give them credit for one thing, when time came for the movies they hired real life 11 year olds and stuck with them, there was no hiring older teenagers or 20 somethings to play kids, nope, they were kids.

Imagine other films had done that, like Percy Jackson for example, in the first book he’s 12 years old, but in the movie he’s played by Logan Lerman (who was 18 at the time)

um here’s a what a 12 year old Percy would have really looked like 

can we stop casting 20 and 30 year olds to play teenagers and 18 year olds to play middle schoolers? (both Annebeth and Glover were played by people in their 20s) kids deserve heroes as much (and maybe more) than any one, heroes who you know, look like them. 

Tag Yourself: Fanfiction Authors Edition
  • the newbie: has written like 1 super cliche fic, doesn't space paragraphs, everyone secretly hates them but doesn't want to be rude
  • the high schooler: only writes high school aus, is actually a middle schooler, writes 3 chapters then gives up and writes a new fic, wants to be more creative but nahhhh
  • the firecracker: CRACK FICS, just writes weird shit, usually only writes one shots but when they do go for chaptered it's super creative and well done, likes body swap a lot, always uses overdone memes
  • the fluffmaster: their stuff is short and sweet, always G rated, but they secretly have ten million kinks
  • the texter: can literally only write group chat fics, not creative enough for anything else
  • the infamous: wrote only one fic ever but it was super long and it's the most popular in the fandom
  • the smut addict: only writes smut, probably really kinky, seriously though you haven't even heard of half of these, this is messed up
  • the nonexistent: writes such average fics that you forget them, but they're actually really creative
  • the procrastinator: chapter 2??? what chapter 2???
  • the wattpad: writes self insert fics for one direction, uses wattpad, probably 9 years old, always adds vampires, generally hated

Thank you for teaching us that you can still have fun and dance even if you aren’t good

Thank you for reminding us to have the freedom of a kid even as you get older

Thank you for encouraging us that we will get through it even when we are depressed and have no motivation at all

Thank you for telling us that we can do what we want because it’s our own lives

Thank you for making us laugh at the simple and stupid things

Thank you for being t.o.p to us, but most importantly, thank you for being choi seunghyun

Originally posted by julla

So I sparked an ethical debate in my classroom today. I’m wondering what tumblr will make of it.

Imagine a scenario: A driverless car is faced with a situation where it will definitely crash (it’s moving too fast to break in time). It can either continue straight, which will cause it to hit another car and endanger passengers of both vehicles; swerve to the right, which will hit a person on the sidewalk, either hurting or killing them, but the passenger inside the car will be ok; OR it can serve to the left, which will hit a wall, hurting or even killing the passenger. Which should the car do? Why?

I, for one, think it’s hilarious that Reigen, a relatively normal guy who breaks some minor laws every day, has a friend group that consists of 3 psychic middle schoolers, an occasionally evil spirit, and an awkward but nice guy he met who worked for an evil cult trying to take over the world. Said guy attacked them with an umbrella. Reigen just rolls with all of this and is somehow in charge most of the time bc hes usually the most mature one in the room. He will protect all of them (except dimple when he’s being a jerk) even if most of his attacks consist of “distract the enemy with fake powers, then run away, throw salt in their eyes, or punch them in the face” his most effective attack strategy apparently is to yell at the bad guys until they feel so bad about themselves that they give up. How has his life become like this. His mom wants him to get a real job.

I’m here for all the emos around my age, who heard “Sugar We’re Going Down” and “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” on the radio in 2005 as middle schoolers, and fell in love. 

I’m here for the emos who are older than me, who captained the early fandom in its Myspace and LiveJournal days, whose love of these bands can be traced back to TTTYG or Bullets.

I’m here for the emos who are younger than me, who can’t remember 2005 because they were gradeschoolers or even babies, but who heard “Centuries” or “Victorious” and fell down the rabbit hole into a world they’d missed.

I’m here for the emo girls who were derided as “fake fans”, who are told their passion for these bands probably begins and ends with the singer’s pretty face. 

I’m here for the emo boys who were mocked as “girly” or “gay” for wearing eyeliner and long hair like their idols. 

I’m here for the emo nonbinaries who feel a little more secure in their identity when they remember that Pete bought skinny jeans from the “women’s” section, or that Gerard sometimes uses they/them pronouns. 

I’m here for the emos who paid out the ass and stood in line so they could tell the bands they love, “thank you for everything”. 

I’m here for the emos who have never been able to personally speak to the bands and probably never will. 

I’m here for all my emo kids out there. Put on your war paint. Sing Hallelujah. Keep running. 


The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

The IMPLUSIVENESS of a middle schooler’s first kiss.
The FLEXIBILITY of a professional gymnast, constantly flipping and turning 360 degrees at a time.
The TALKATIVENESS of a child who just learned how to talk. You want to ignore them, but you can’t because they’re just so gosh darn cute. 

The CARE a teenager has towards their new phone for the first week of owning it.
The PASSIVENESS of someone who is always unaware of their surroundings, but for some reason always knows what’s happening around them.
The GENTLENESS of a shiny glass cup, one mistake and they can be broken right before your eyes.

The DRAMATICNESS of an episode of pretty much every teen drama that has been on the air for way too long.
The EGO of celebrities, always inflated and is constantly validated by others, either negatively or positively.
The GENEROSITY of a teacher that decides to give the class another day to work on a tough homework assignment. 

The PERFECTION of opening a new book and smelling that new book smell.
The INDEPENDENCE of a tall and beautiful flower blooming in field full of dull grass and dirt.
The CRITICALNESS of a Gordon Ramsay that spends his life roasting people on twitter.

The CHARISMA that Aries wishes they could have and 34 shades of more charisma on top of that. Loads of charisma.
The INDECISIVENESS of someone who really wants to text someone that they like, but doesn’t want to come across as desperate.
The PEACEFULNESS of feeling that everything is okay in life and being able to finally get a good night’s sleep.

The EVILNESS of a villain that just wants to be understood in this complicated world.
The PARANOIA of someone that’s been hurt way too many times in another life and just came out the womb guarded.
The WIT of someone who just mastered the art of sarcasm and refuses to talk any other way.

The CURIOSITY of a child wanting to know where babies come from and will not stop until they get answer.
The HONESTY of a mom that always wants to make sure that her children look as good as she does when leaving the house.
The INTERESTINGNESS of that one strange toy from 5 years ago that you found while cleaning your room the other day.

The AMBITION of a grandmother making food for her starving grandchildren on a Sunday afternoon.
The MATURITY of an adult who finally understands the concept of adulting and is pretty gosh darn good job at it.
The INTELLIGENCE of Einstein, but it may not always be used. Trust me though, it’s there. 

The STRANGENESS of your cousin that everyone thought was going to be successful, but is now a professional hipster.
The REBELLIOUSNESS of a suburban teen who just discovered rap music times one hundred.
The DETACHEDNESS of someone who has not been able to find someone that they can fully trust yet.

The CREATIVITY of doubt and security dancing together in a flame of inspiration.
The INTUITIVENESS of a good friend that always knows when you’re upset and how to cheer you up.
The COMPASSION of sweet child who just wants to make sure that everyone around them is happy.

Things You Might Have Forgot About Rick’s PJO and HoO Series

- Grover was 28 in Satyr years in The Lightning Thief but still looked and was growing like a middle schooler. 

- Annabeth had ‘princess curls’

- Someone in NY has a statue of Gabe on their lawn

- Travis and Connor are NOT twins

- Technically, Nico was never officially claimed

- A bunch of Target stores across the US have arrows stuck in their signs from when Zoë shot them in The Titan’s Curse

- Percy knows how to ride/drive a motorcycle

- Chiron wears horse-curlers in his tail

- Pollux is currently Dionysus’ only (claimed) child

- Blackbeard is still running around the world

- Kampe is still buried under a ton of rocks at Camp Half Blood

- Hazel is only thirteen despite her badass magic and fighting in wars and dating Frank

- Frank sleeps as a bulldog

- Thalia is IMMORTAL

- Reyna named her pegasus after peanut butter ‘Skippy’ 

- Reyna was 13 when she joined camp

- Hazel has a tattoo of the  Pluto symbol on her arm

- the Neptune cabin is covered in dust and mould as far as we know

Okay y’all nothing is going to convince me that the Falcs don’t call Marty “McFly” all the fucking time. 

(This is based on my friend Martha, who goes by Marty, but a bunch of us call her McFly. usually Jacob.)

  • Marty takes it all in stride, having long ago learned that it was a nickname he would Never Escape
  • and the Falcs think they’re so clever like “hah get it McFly get it we called him McFly ha get it”
  • (because these guys are Actual Middle Schoolers)
  • They all, of course, assume Jack doesn’t get it. 
  • Because as we all know, Jack is the Rock Lord, all hail Rock lord. 
  • And Jack never gives any indication that he understands. He just kind of rolls with it. 
  • Until one day…
  • it’s like a Secret Santa type thing that they film (and edit heavily because these guys are, again, Actual Middle Schoolers) and put up on the website
  • and Jack reveals that he got Marty, and hands him this big-ass box and Marty raises an eyebrow and opens and
  • it’s a hoverboard.
  • it’s
  • a
  • fucking
  • hoverboard
  • there’s like this five-second pause before the entire team goes insane and applauds Jack and Jack has this smug-ass smirk and No One Can Handle It
  • And then one of the guys asks Jack if he googled it
  • and without missing a fucking beat
  • “I watched that movie every Saturday for a year when I was nine.”
  • (the SMH team goes fucking INSANE when they see the video because Jack looks straight into the camera like he’s on The Office when he says it)
  • (another reference he gets. thank you, Holster.)
  • (Georgia is absolutely delighted that she got this on film and it becomes on of the most viewed videos on the site)