easy book

When Ron, frustrated with studying for NEWTs and with Hermione’s anxious sixth-year nagging, explains to her what reading is like for him, Hermione’s breath catches. “Ron, you’re dyslexic,” she says, softly, and instantly regrets every snide comment she’s ever made towards his study habits. 

Soon, by asking around, Hermione amasses a list of spells for Ron to try - some stilling the page, some changing the font of books for easy reading, some going after Ron’s temporal lobe directly. 

These help, a little, but not as much as knowing there’s a word for why reading is so hard for him. That it’s normal, that he’s not stupid, and that Hermione suddenly helps instead of criticizes, looks for solutions rather than complains, praises instead of gloats. 

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Ohio bookstore shelves male-authored books backward to spotlight women

  • Ohio bookstore Loganberry Books is giving female authors the floor on International Women’s Day with a visual reminder of the publishing industry’s stunning gender disparity.
  • Starting on March 1, the staff began turning all male-authored books on the store’s hardcover and paperback fiction and poetry shelves backward, leaving only the spines of books by women visible.
  • Harriet Logan, the store’s owner, said the project serves the dual purpose of illustrating an injustice while simultaneously seeking to rectify it.
  • “By turning the books around, the whiteness of the page creates a different contour and color than what you’re used to seeing on a wall of books,” Harriet Logan said in a Wednesday interview.
  • “It’s also, of course, very easy to find women’s books because they jump off the selves. And browsing, you’re probably more likely to pick one up.” Read more (3/17/18 1:13 PM)
Quick and Simple Spells

Maybe we have not the energy or psychic resources to complete something complex. Maybe we cannot wait for the full moon. Maybe we need something in the moment. Simple spells can give us a boost or help us through trying moments.

Ease Anxiety
With a small object in your hand (exempli gratia: a pen, a small stone, a charm, an eraser). Run your thumb lightly over the surface of the object either away from you or in a diurnal (anti-clockwise) motion. Repeat slowly in your mind calma anois síos (now calm down).


Confidence Boost
Using your compact or standing in front of the mirror say the following three times: Tá mé neart (I am strength).


Beauty Charm
Hold a necklace, ring, earrings, or bracelet you can comfortably wear in your left hand and place your right hand over them. Repeat three times: áilleacht agus cairde (beauty and grace). Move through your day with confidence.


Notes
If you have trouble pronouncing the Irish, the English will work just as well.

I want to believe that the right person will feel different and you’ll just know that it’s right. Where you can sit in silence with each other and still be comfortable and you always feel at peace around each other and you know what each other is thinking and can pick up on each other’s subtle facial expressions. But I think the truth is that sometimes it’s awkward and sometimes it’s messy and sometimes you spend a lot of time wondering what each other is thinking because you have no damn clue and that’s ok.
Witchy Reminder 💖

remember, you can channel your energy into anything. even if you are not doing something that necessarily feels “witchy,” you are incorporating your own unique energies into so many things! while taking notes, cleaning your room, humming a song… it all comes from you. this is your spirit, and nobody else’s.

How People View INFPs vs. How INFPS Actually Are
  • What people think INFPs are like: Precious sweethearts who are -so- emotional and cry about -everything- all the time.
  • What INFPs are actually like: Warriors that are stuck dreaming about the ways they want to help and rescue the people they love, and win love in return. They want the world to be like the fictional one they have in their head and if they are too overwhelmed by life's problems they want to be -alone-, even away from their closest friends, to be upset and jaded at the world.
  • How people think INFPs socialize: When they see their friends, they weep for joy because it's so beautiful, and they just can't take the sheer beauty of the friendship.
  • How INFPs -actually- socialize: Most of their social interactions happen with the version of you they have in their head.
  • How often people think INFPs cry: Everytime the sun sets. Everytime the icing on their cupcake is perfect. Everytime they walk in the park. Everytime the wind blows. Everytime...
  • How often INFPs actually cry: When something has come along to truly, truly break their heart. Which is actually hard to do. When everything that they have desired in life begins to fall apart and they feel their dreams crumbling. When they realize they don't know what to do, to go back to where they were before. When they're watching a sad movie/reading a sad book.
  • How easy people think it is to befriend an INFP: Be a person. Congrats you're their friend.
  • How easy it -actually- is to befriend an INFP: It isn't. You may consider them -your- friend, but they don't consider you the same. You're not really their friend until you prove that you and they share a true kindred link.
  • What people think INFPs dream about: Being rescued by a knight in shining armor.
  • What INFPs actually dream about: Being a knight in shining armor, rescuing.
  • What people think annoys an INFP: Nothing.
  • What actually annoys an INFP: Loads of stuff, including MBTI posts that type us as crybaby cinnamon rolls. Please stop. It's humiliating. Thanks.
Learn a new language!
  • Write! You need to learn how to apply the grammar rules in longer texts. Write about a page or so. You can write longer profiles, translate songs, poems, paragraphs in books and much more.
  • Read! Go to your local library, a pdf on a book, or anything  and see if you find some books with easy short texts like children's books or poems and practice reading them out loud, understanding and translate them.
  • Watch movies or series in that language. This will be good in understanding people talking that language, also it can help on pronunciation and maybe you find some vocabulary you want to write down.
  • Listen to music in that language. As with movies and series, this can help your auditory understanding, give you some pronunciation and give you ideas to more vocabulary. And this is also possible to do on the go.
  • Use apps! I have heard the app Duolingo is good and I used Memrise and it was ok but didn’t work for me. To find apps can be hard, the apps suit people differently. What works for me might not work for you.
  • Get a language buddy, a native or someone else learning the language! If you find a native who are willing to spend some of their time to help you that’s great. They might help you having conversations, understand auditory and even tell you what you wrote wrong in your longer texts. If you find someone else learning the language this can be both good and bad. You might help each other by talking, comparing notes, looking at each others writing, BUT there is a risk of you teaching each other wrongly too, so beware.
You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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‘Don’t,’ said Laurent, ‘toy with me. I—have not the means to—defend against this.’

‘I don’t toy with you.’

;3; my sons. More fan art to come i can’t help it

“Am I at ninety-four yet?”

Neil asked.

He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.

Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.

Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.

For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.

Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”

“You are at one hundred.”

“He was easy to love,” she said. “He was easy to talk to and be around and smile with. He was easy to do all of those things with because we fit each other. I think if we met 10 years later under different circumstances I would’ve married him.” She laughed gently, her eyes grown soft. “And I loved him. I know he doesn’t think so but God, I loved him. I loved his hair and his eyes and his smile and how easy he was to love, who wouldn’t love that?”

Then her smile turned over. “But love isn’t supposed to be that easy. When it’s so easy like that, it’s not right. It’s not right if he’s easy to talk to but not easy to sit in total silence with and not be awkward. It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong, and it might feel easy at first but it won’t six months later.”


But her eyes were still soft. “And yet you love him still. You’ll move on and find the one who’s not always easy, but you don’t stop loving him. You can’t.” She smiled again, but this time it’s rain instead of the sun. “Because people always love what’s easy. It tends to hurt them less.”

—  nobody said it was easy