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Shadowhunters Season 1 | Season 2

me: [enjoys my garbage]

some pretentious fuck: excuse me, but that thing you are enjoying has no real intellectual substance and I don’t like it and you are stupid for liking it

me: [enjoys my garbage MORE AGGRESSIVELY]

life is a trip and the road map leads you.

for @clara-gently

Cursed Child was dumb and here are some reasons why

(warning: spoilers. this probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the script. far be it from me to recommend this kneazle-vomit of a play, though, so if you haven’t read it, good)

  • the plot is messy, strange, and childish. there’s only one time-turner left!! how will the characters cope when said time-turner is lost? oh lol they’ll just use this other convenient time-turner. for convenient plot points, see also: harry can suddenly speak parseltongue again, because well he just kind of needs to be able to do that
  • Harry cursing “oh dumbledore” without a hint of irony. like really? really
  • the characterisation was a pile of dragon dung and we all freaking know it. let’s break it down into individual characters here because fuck if I can stop at one bullet point for this
  • Hermione: the brightest witch of her age, the constant crusader for the unloved and the unrepresented, whose successful career and capacity for kindness apparently rest in the hands of her romance with Ron Weasley. oh… but wait. it sounds a little familiar, this story. hear me out. let’s see now, a highly intelligent person who falls in love but doesn’t have that love reciprocated, and who then becomes a really fucking mean teacher at Hogwarts through bitterness. sound like anyone we know? fam, they tried to parallel Hermione and Snape. Hermione and Snape. this being the same Snape who sneered in Hermione’s face when she’d been visibly hexed, and made her cry; the same Snape who bullied Neville Longbottom for years, while Hermione muttered instructions under her breath to help him. if you want to tell me that Hermione would ever allow herself to become a Snape parallel then I will kindly invite you to shove a dirigible plum where there’s no lumos solem
  • Harry: when Harry was at his angriest in OOTP, and he’s yelling at Ron and Hermione, there’s one thing we notice. everything he yells is true. he means it. he’s bitter about it and he’s loud and furious, but he doesn’t have the kind of anger that just says anything to cause hurt, that speaks without thinking, not even at this crisis point in his life. are you really going to tell me that the boy who knows down to his bones what it’s like to feel rejected, and misunderstood, and alone, would ever say - even in anger - that he wishes Albus wasn’t his son? I am going to snap wands over this
  • Cedric. and this one burns. because Cedric was brave and he was true, and he had a sense of justice that led him to telling Harry about the way the golden egg worked, and led him to sharing the winning of the triwizard tournament with Harry. he died, he was murdered at the age of seventeen, embodying a sense of justice so strong, an innocence, a goodness. Cedric Diggory - the boy who believed in fairness with an integrity that is astounding - becoming party to the indiscriminate killing and casual torture of the Death Eaters just because he had his head engorged one time… is about as likely as Hagrid stomping on a dragon egg. it’s an insult to who he was and I am going to engorge the entire bodies of the writers of this fucking play so that hopefully they’ll just float away too, with all the grace and likeability of Aunt Marge
  • Voldemort: can we all agree now that Voldemort would not father a child. the idea of him experiencing lust seems out of character; the idea of him giving into a base urge seems more so. it’s too human, too vulgar, too physical; it would associate him with the common and the mainstream in a way that I contend he would find repulsive. Tom Riddle Sr. was trapped by Merope into sex and romance; to have sex would be to bring himself closer to his parents, down to the level of a Muggle and a witch who lacked power and craved love, two things Voldemort could never, ever stand. no. he wouldn’t have sex just because he wanted to; he’d be repelled by the idea. what other reason could there be for him to do the nasty with Bellatrix? to ensure the continuation of his line? that makes even less sense. achieving immortality for Voldemort was always a question of magic, a personal quest. he wouldn’t go for a messy, physical back-up plan. he always thought that he would win. if anything, he would see a child as a future threat, not a security. another being in the world with the promise of his power? he wouldn’t risk it.
  • what the fuck was that trolley witch scene though
  • “for voldemort and valour” are you serious. is there a Gryffindor spy in the Voldemort camp laughing their ass off because they actually managed to get that one through. and are they ten years old
  • overall, the message of the play infuriated me. Delphi was the child of Voldemort, so she was evil. Albus was the child of Harry, so he was good. Scorpius was the son of Draco, so he should have been evil, but Draco’s actually kind of good now and his mother was nice, so he can be good too. where is the complexity? was five hours of drama not enough to find some shades of morality? where is the hope, where is the resonance, in a story that says that good begets good and evil begets evil, and nothing can really change? the Harry Potter book series was about a boy who grew up with something inside him that was utterly evil, and who rejected it, fought against it, changed the path that fate seemed to wish him to walk. not slytherin, not slytherin. we had Regulus Black and Sirius Black, who rejected their pasts, whose heritage and whose House stood for nothing against their principles, their eventual and separate forms of bravery. we had Remus Lupin, who transformed into a monster but never became one, not even after years of rejection and pain. we had the word mudblood, and we watched Hermione fight it, we knew it was ridiculous to label someone based on their blood. and now… we have the Cursed Child. a play which is flat, and stupid, and tells us that your parentage inevitably dictates your character - and that how you’re treated is how you’ll treat others. dear writers, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, you fail to recognise that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. you fucks.

forever gravitating towards the random old asshole mage elves with precious little information about them i’m done go on without me

On one memorable Valentines day Ryan gives the whole crew hearts. Not chocolate hearts or candy hearts or even heart-shaped balloons, oh no. Fresh, hand-picked, unequivocally human hearts. More thoughtful than any store-bought gift if he does say so himself.

They’re carefully thought out, each presented differently; If Ryan’s going to do something then he’s going to do it right, wasn’t about to just throw slabs of bleeding meat down on the table and call it a day - he’s not an animal.

While it took the longest to obtain, Geoff’s is the  most simple. Sitting in a basic cooler, nothing fancy, easy to identify and not meant to last. For Geoff the gift is not the organ itself but the inevitable demise of the man it came from, the involuntary donor who’s crew will no longer be trying to push their way into Los Santos.

For Jack there is a necklace, long and elegantly simple, the tapered rose-gold vial engraved with a small heart that makes her smile. Its unassuming, decorative and fashionable, perfectly belying the way the lid is sealed shut to preserve the ash within.

Ryan has never stuffed a heart with explosives before, hadn’t quite anticipated the difficulty of it, but his efforts are instantly rewarded by the involuntary way Michael snorts into laughter at the sight of the fuse snaking out of an artery. Its impossible not to join in when it goes off, humour infectious as Michael’s eyes light up, bellowing his amusement as gore rains down around them.

Ray receives what another might consider a serial killer’s love letter. A dismembered hand left in his favourite spot points him in the direction of a warehouse containing carefully arranged entrails which in turn lead to a breadcrumb trail of teeth. Thoroughly entertained Ray follows blood and gore all around the city before finding himself on the roof of an open-air parking garage, a giant blood red heart painted across the floor with the real deal placed carefully at its centre.

Gavin’s heart is in a ornamental jar, carefully preserved, bloodless and somewhat alien in appearance. It’s an almost shocking display of thoughtfulness, concession to the fact that Gavin, of all of them, would be the most disgusted, yet also somehow the one most likely to want to keep his gift. When he doesn’t have to smell it, feel the muscle gone cold in his hands, deal with the red stain of someone else’s life, Gavin is really quite delighted with the whole deal. Absolutely horrified, sure, but in that squirmy gleeful kind of way he gets, amused by his own revulsion, calling Ryan disturbing and lovely in the same breath.

Jeremy, who knows he definitely hasn’t been with them long enough to warrant a heart of his own (thank god?) watches it all play out with a bizarre mixture of amusement, horror and the tiniest pang of longing that comes along with feeling left out. At least until Ryan appears before him, as silent and terrifying as always, and thrusts a black plastic bag into his hands before ghosting away. The moment of shocked dread (whereupon Jeremy instantly realises that yeah nope warm-fuzzies of being included aside he did not need a human heart in his life actually thanks) is instantly washed away by helpless laughter when he opens the bag and catches sight of the anatomically-correct toy heart smiling cheerfully back at him. 

Okay but was there even a point to FT 517

Holidays are the best because Tome gets to do what she loves in pajamas, at home: laze around and game <3

For @friendbot as my part of the Mob Psycho 100 Holiday Gift Exchange 2016! I hope you like it and have a happy and peaceful winter! @christmas-shou

(( I know that you guys liked my previous Scary Monster on my main blog. Anyway, here is an other one cause a lil’ birdy told me that a certain @skelelovely was in deep need of Scary Monster ;) 

Love you babe. Hope you like it as much as I do ! ))

Trk spoilers: ////

After a while (as all tragic things do) gansey and co. start finding ganseys death hilarious? It’s gansey that starts it - saying things like “well the third times the charm, Jane,” or “this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me including the two times i died.”

Ronan is the first to catch up never missing an opportunity to be a little shit so like Blue will be being difficult at gansey and Ronan will just be like “I mean damn maggot you’ve already killed the kid let him buy an air hockey table if he wants to”

Adam surprises them with a joke too he’s in the middle of college applications and essays and aglionby school work and he leans back and let’s out a heavy sigh and goes “this actually might be more stressful than watching blue murder gansey”

They all start doing it “the night gansey was killed-” “stop telling people I’m dead” “sometimes we can still hear his voice” or “this is worse than gansey dying that one time” “which time?”

And then finally finally one day blue gives in and says “Richard Campbell Gansey the iii, if you don’t knock it off I’m going to kill you again”

And gansey laughs so hard at this it starts as a gentle eye crinkling laugh that dissolves into literal giggles

so…  in 2 months time,  ya girl will have officially become a  manager  !

guys, how do you go about learning new words in a language you’re not very proficient in yet so you can’t really read much yet or even understand children’s shows?
I own one of those ‘basic vocab books’ but most words in there are words I never use… How do you find useful words that you’re actually going to need?
And how do you go about memorizing those words? Normally I use flashcards but I’ve noticed this doesn’t really help me actively remember the words when I need to use them in a text or a conversation even though I always quiz myself on the meaning of the word in my target language so I don’t just practice recognizing the word.
The best thing would of course be to practice the words by using them but I can’t even figure out how to do that because there is no one I can talk Arabic to and I don’t know enough words to have a conversation anyway. 
It feels like being stuck in a vicious cycle where you need to know more words to learn more words and I’m pretty sure it’s not actually that hard. But lately I’ve been so frustrated to the point where I almost started crying in Arabic class because I feel like I’m never going to learn this language. If any of you know anything I’d really appreciate it. 

It's 2017.

So first of all.. HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY PRETTY PEOPLE !!

2016 wasn’t really my favourite year of them all but well… We all still kickin’ so it wasn’t as bad as it seems.
Tbh with you guys my one and only resolution for this year is.. (and I promised myself to do it) (and I’m actually gonna do it, it ain’t like the past couple of years).. to be FIT AS fUCK. LIKE THOSE KIND OF FIT BODIES THAT YOU JUST BE LIKE “DAMN BOI🔥🔥”

Some of you probably think I already am fit but turns out baby I’m not & I’m gonna change that in no time.

Long story short I promised myself to get rid of some kilos that have been tormenting me for the last years. I know I’m actually gonna achieve this because it’s time for me to get the body I know I deserve. I’m just so excited because I have so much faith in God and myself, I know this one will be a win on me.

The reason I’m telling you guys my resolution is because I know a lot of you have the same goal as me (yes. To be fit af) so the thing I want to get straight is
G E T. O F F. Y O U R. A S S E S. A N D. D O. S O M E T H I N G. F O R. Y O U R S E L V E S.

(I’m obviously going to do the things I post so if you want to join me.. Check out my blog)

This process obviously will not gonna be as quickly as I would love it to be.. But never forget this beautiful quote:
“ Don’t give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to achieve it. The Time Will Pass Anyway ”.
(Ye that’s right don’t give up u lil shits) (U know ily)


It’s currently 2:15 am, and the last thing I wanted to tell you guys is Goodnight/Morning, thank you for your support & I reaaaally really hope you achieve your dreams & resolutions for this year. It’s on you to make this year YOUR year. God bless you, pretty lads.

It’s 2017. Be Good. Be kind. Be Better.
All The Love, Marie. xx

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