because that would kill me

…let’s talk about the barter/currency system in the haus/hockey team/Samwell

How much is a slice of Bitty’s pie worth to hockey players who doesn’t live in the haus? (don’t have constant 24/7 access to baked goods)

And then how much is it worth to friends of the hockey players? (looking at your art students, Lardo has a black market of baked goods among that department)

And then how much is it worth to the faculty who don’t teach Bitty?

And how much to Falconers?

I mean, imagine the power of choosing which one of your friends will get a slice of pie and what you’ll ask in return! The power!

So yeah, there is a complex barter system in place for baked goods and at least one student is trying to write a social study about it.


Dunno Kuroo, it’s a mystery

Okay, apparently it is “canon” that Magnus went to Spain to learn to control his powers. BUT I call BULLSHIT on that because that implies that there were zero warlocks who could train him in Indonesia so…

  • The reason he uses two fingers in his magic is because of his Indonesian Warlock trainers- they taught him that magic isn’t a tool or a weapon but another limb. A part of him.
    • As a result, he doesn’t have to work as hard at “controlling” it as some of his western trained friends 
  • He’s way better at sensing other warlock’s magic in his territory because they taught him about the community of magic. How it isn’t about the individual and each spell cast enters the Warlock into a broader community. 
  • They teach him the truth: Warlocks aren’t really “immortal.” They can’t outlast the sun, outlive the species. There will never be a billion-year-old warlock. There are barely any warlocks over a thousand years old. As a Warlock ages, their magic gets more powerful and eventually it circles back into a type of cancerous destruction. 
    • A healthy, able warlock will probably live around five thousand- seven thousand years. 
    • They teach him not to mourn that: everything that is created must eventually be destroyed 
  • They teach him to not use his magic for destruction, or death. They teach him he should protect himself, but he never goes out of his way to end human life. They teach him instead how to use his magic to heal, to create, to protect. They actually teach him how to create wards which are more powerful than traditional European magic. 
    • He actually doesn’t go into battle, because he goes slowly. He doesn’t shoot to kill (which is quick), he aims to injure and subdue, which takes more time. 
    • Only against humans obviously, he kills demons because their only purpose is to cause destruction 
Okay, but imagine if...

Cedric Diggory hadn’t died.

Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.

Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.

However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.

So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.

Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.

Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.

He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.

Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?

So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.

Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.

The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.

The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.

He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.

Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.

No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.

“He’s back.”

Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.

And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.

This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.

Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.

Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.

Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.

Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.

Imagine just.

one thing i admire about being stubborn is i perpetually refuse to let toxic people, traumatic experiences, or any other negative existences in my life ever beat me, make me give up on myself, or take my power and love away

i was living on a stereotypically futuristic spaceship on which a common house fly was trying to kill me. it had previously bitten my forehead, on which i currently had an apple-sized auction cup (because the bite would kill me if exposed to air, of course). the fly was coming rapidly towards me while i was yelling at my mum- who was sitting across from me at a table while intently reading a book- but she couldn’t hear me. i woke up before i was bitten again.

I think one of my favourite things about redeemed!Kylo is the thought of him coming face-to-face with Hux.

Scruffy and feral Hux who’s still hurt from Kylo abandoning him, abandoning them.

Hux, who’s lost everything now that the First Order is in ruins, is almost growling as Kylo stands in front of him. He tries not to think of how his Ren has been replaced by this cowardly, false hero with Ren’s body, the body that Hux knows so well.

And Kylo is at peace with himself so he’s unnaturally calm in front of Hux, so opposite of what Hux’s Ren would be like, his eyes soft and his tone warm despite being able to sense the intense anger and hatred rolling off Hux in tsunami-like waves.

Hux calls him ‘Ben’, sneering at him as though the name is an insult and Kylo tries not to react, tries not to show how much Hux’s fury is hurting him.

Kylo promises Hux that he’ll be unharmed if he surrenders quietly, that he doesn’t want to cause Hux any more pain. And he means it.

But Hux won’t surrender, especially not to Ben Solo, the man who killed Kylo Ren and took everything from him.

This is Hux’s last stand.

And it’s against the man who he’s sold his heart and soul to.


mama, it’s amazing what baking can do

I see so many sad people around about this whole dylan’s story. I honestly thought he was at least going to be in the last episode of the serie but apparently that’s not the case. For me honestly 6a will be the last part of the season i will watch because i cannot handle an entire season without stiles, stydia or sciles. I am very sad rn because tw was my family for more 3 years now and i hoped this would have ended a lot better. I can’t believe this is how everything will end. I still hope they won’t kill him because, i am not joking, that would kill me too

Growing up with strict parents

When I was younger, I couldn’t understand the fact that people had a boyfriend/girlfriend. I couldn’t even tell my parents I had a crush on someone without getting in trouble. So throughout jr high and high school when everyone was dating and I wanted to so bad, but I was so socially awkward about it because the idea that parents were okay with it was the craziest thing. And even when I finally did get a boyfriend, I never actually told them. Eventually I didn’t try to hide it so they found out. My dad gets upset when my boyfriend is home from college, he thinks that my boyfriend shouldn’t come home to see me. Sometimes I have to lie about where I am what I’m doing or who I’m with because my parents would kill me if I was alone with him or hanging out with him too much. I’m 18, ready to move out, and they still treat me that way, giving me lectures about how having a boyfriend is wrong. What they don’t realize is that I just want to feel loved, he gives me that, they don’t


La Cité des Enfants Perdus (The City Of Lost Children) - 1995, Marc Caro, Jean-Pierre Jeunet

5 bullets on this film:

  • Someone sent me a message recommending me this movie, AND I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT I LOVE YOU. It was one of the most weird, trippy and awesome things I’ve ever seen, the plot is very original and it might look like a film for kids but it’s very complex and a little disturbing. I’m not a fan of fantasy movies, but I loved this one.
  • The photography is very dark and weird but it fits the film perfectly, and the soundtrack gives a great mysterious mood to it. 
  • A big part of the cast is made by kids, and I honestly don’t understand how they can be so talented because when I was their age I was scared of pooping because I thought Bloody Mary would kill me while I was in the bathroom. 
  • It’s in french, and I know I always say this, but please try to watch it in the original language because 1) you can learn a little bit of french. 2) dubbed movies suck, I’m sorry but it’s true.
  • It was directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet, who also directed Amélie, and there was the same ‘one thing leads to another thing’ vibe, and I love that very much. So, if you liked Amélie, you should watch this movie.