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Ilvermorny/Hogwarts Combos

I’ve seen a couple of these posts, so I thought I’d try my hand at it. Go through the potential combinations of Ilvermorny and Hogwarts houses and write a bit about what they represent to me. Not based on any data or polling, just on what seems to make sense to me:

Thunderbird Gryffindor: Thunderbird house is said to favour adventurers, and this is perhaps the most literal interpretation. Thundergryffins tend to be explorers and thrill seekers. Their bravery is not necessarily geared to some righteous cause (though this combo does not preclude that) they simply want their life filled with excitement. As such they can be easily bored which can make them irascible if they are deprived of stimulation. But they are bound to make interesting the lives of any who calls them friend.

Thunderbird Hufflepuff: Thunderpuffs focus on is on experiencing things with friends. These people are not ones for solitude, they will go stir crazy left on their own for a couple of days. It seems they’re always on lunches out, at parties, on trips. It’s not so much the activity that matters so much as the company. They just love people and want to experience as much of mankind as possible.

Thunderbird Ravenclaw: This is my house combination. Thunderclaws are the creatives and innovators. Luna and her parents would all find themselves in this category. If Thunderbirds are adventurers, Thunderclaws prefer to adventure via stories - sitting curled up with a good book as their mind takes them to far off worlds beyond anything that can be experienced in reality. They are dreamers and idealists and can often get their heads lost in the clouds. It can be painful for them when their dreams do not match up with reality and perhaps the oft-found obsession with fiction is an escape.

Thunderbird Slytherin: Thunderins are definitely more on the ambitious side of Slytherin house. They aspire to achieve greatness. For them their adventure is the road to success, and the luxuries that success brings. They definitely appreciate the finer things in life and their ambition tends to be towards living the high life rather than being some lofty goal. Nonetheless Thunderins are often some of the most driven and passionate folk you will ever meet.

Wumpus Gryffindor:  Unshakeable in their convictions and unmatched in their tenacity, Wumpindors are soldiers through and through. Their causes may be righteous or not, but like the beast from which House Wumpus gets its name, Wumpindors are nigh unstoppable. This combo has a dark reputation and Wumpindors may tend towards anger and aggression. They can be quick to see force as the best option in a crisis. They are ultimately fighters - Not merely people who will fight, but people for whom fighting is their way of life and their first resort.

Wumpus Hufflepuff: If you think of the quintessential social justice warrior, that is a Wumpuff. I do not use the term SJW in an inherently negative term as many do. Rather, Hufflepuffs are concerned with honour and fairplay and as such Wumpuffs cannot stand seeing injustice in the world and seek to eradicate it. They will fight fiercely to protect their friends, but their protective instincts apply to the whole world. This can result in them lashing out at people who they see as part of the problem but at their hearts they simply wish to fight for a better world.

Wumpus Ravenclaw: Wumpenclaws are the practical Ravenclaws. These people have ideas and they want them implemented damn it! They are excellent planners and incredibly organised. This combo favours strategists, business leaders and entrepreneurs.

Wumpus Slytherin: Ruthlessness incarnate, Wumperins have lofty ambitions and will do absolutely anything to achieve them. This is probably the combo with the darkest reputation. I would put Voldemort himself in this category. But do not let you think this is an inherently bad combo, any more than Slytherin itself is. If a Wumperin’s ambition is a benign one their passion for achieving their goals is bound to result in success. And if their cause is righteous, a Wumperin can spark a revolution.

Pukwudgie Gryffindor: Anyone would be fortunate to call a Pukindor a friend, for they are perhaps the fiercest allies one could have. Their loyalty and the bonds of friendship that they form are unbreakable. When their friends are down and out they will be the ones to light a fire beneath them, and then rain hell down on whoever did their friend wrong.

Pukwudgie Hufflepuff: In my mind Puffs and Puks have a lot of similarities, so a Puklepuff represents the idea of the quintessential Hufflepuff. These people are the gentlest souls you will ever meet, kind, nurturing and supportive. The Cinammon Rolls of the world. They may well be great cooks or simply have a great love of food - or indeed of anything which brings people together.

Pukwudgie Ravenclaws: Pukenclaws are people who use their ideas and intellect to help others. Pukwudgies are known for being healers and it is in this combination that that becomes most literal - Pukenclaws are often Doctors, nurses, vets or surgeons. In their day to day life they are adept at finding the easiest solutions to problems - the masters of “lifehacks”.

Pukwudgie Slytherin: I’ve often said that Slytherins are the type of people to low-key ruin the lives of anyone who wrongs their friends. People often overlook that Slytherins are incredibly loyal to one another and it is in the Pukerin combo that this quality shines through. The focus here is less on ambition and more on cunning and ruthlessness - more specifically the cunning and ruthlessness required for the Pukerins family (be that literal and/or metaphorical) to survive. And when they or their loved ones are wronged, they are not above enacting a terrible, yet subtle vengeance.

Horned Serpent Gryffindors: Serpendors are people with an area (or areas) of expertise and they know it. They are self-assured in what they are good at (and know what they are bad at) and this surety results in unmatched confidence and competence in that area. That classic Gryffindor bravery comes through in their ideas and their execution. They are independent and efficient. Hermione would be a proud Serpendor, as would McGonagall.

Horned Serpent Hufflepuffs: An unusual combination, as the warmth and heart of Hufflepuff may seem at odds with the detached analysis of Horned Serpent. However funnily enough I think that Isolt Sayre herself falls into this combo. Serpenpuffs know people. They are excellent judges of character and know what makes people tick. They may find promising careers in psychology. They are well meaning but they may feel the need to coddle their friends and family (just as Isolt refused to tell her children of Gormlaith even into their teenage years) and they can at times be aloof and irascible. If you are friends with a Serpenpuff you can probably expect a couple of fallings out (just as Isolt did with William), but in the end they care for their loved ones deeply.

Horned Serpent Ravenclaws: These two houses share many similarities, and of the four Ilvermorny Houses, Horned Serpent is the one with the most direct Hogwarts counterpart here. As such Serpentclaws represent the “stereotypical” Ravenclaw. Aloof, cool and analytical, these are the academics. Their work is done in papers and in the lab, but the implications can be world changing. They need to be mentally stimulated at all times and as such prefer the company of other intellectuals.

Horned Serpent Slytherins: Slytherserpents have a focus on the cunning aspect of Slytherin house. They are always the ones with the plan and that plan is more often than not at least a little underhanded. While other Slytherins may let their ambitions outmatch their abilities, Slytherserpents never have this problem. They do not achieve their ends through brute force and ruthlessness (as Wumperins do) but through subtle tricks and manipulations.

anonymous asked:

"really can’t believe that she’s being sued for reporting a sexual assault that happened" she's being sued because she is Taylor swift. She needs no sympathy because she clearly has the upper hand and was not physically harmed. He wanted money, rich folks get sued all the time. Kudos to her for not backing down. But why does Taylor need sympathy when until a six months ago she was partying?

“rich folks get sued all the time” lol if taylor was being sued for like accidentally hitting someone with her car or something i would understand you saying this but that’s not what happened???? here is what happened:

  1. a man was given access to meet her through his workplace
  2. during the meeting, he groped her ass
  3. taylor reported this to his workplace - not the police, she didn’t intend to take legal action, she just reported it to the people who sent him to meet her - i’m assuming so they could take appropriate action against him and not put him in another position where he could do this to other women
  4. the man then sued taylor for reporting it, which forced her into a legal process that she did not intend to be dragged into

taylor needs sympathy because she was violated, the way women are every single day, and is now being punished further for something that was never her fault. but this goes far beyond taylor and the dj himself, it speaks volumes about the world we live in where women are punished for standing up for themselves and are told to just accept it because they’re ‘not physically harmed’. the fact that this is going to trial spreads the message that being assaulted and being punished FOR assaulting someone are equally terrible and it’s really frustrating and upsetting to watch play out


We’re going to explore the outside world someday, right? Far beyond these walls, there’s flaming water, land made of ice, and fields of sand spread wide. It’s the world my parents wanted to go to. ”  ― armin arlert 

Happy Birthday To My Amazing Friend Su! (ノ∀`♥) 

thunderbird x ravenclaw aesthetic

the creatives and innovators. If Thunderbirds are adventurers, Thunderclaws prefer to adventure via stories - sitting curled up with a good book as their mind takes them to far off worlds beyond anything that can be experienced in reality. They are dreamers and idealists and can often get their heads lost in the clouds. It can be painful for them when their dreams do not match up with reality and perhaps the oft-found obsession with fiction is an escape. (source)

TK’s Curse

Okay! In the middle of studying for an Exam tomorrow but I might as well fill you all in on the curse! I have asked the creator if I can quote their explanation and they gladly said yes! So without any further ado! 

TK’s curse and how he got it.

What is the Curse?

As quote from creator:

“If you need an easy explanation it is just a curse that is placed on those that dare go through the forsaken doors from Origin'stale, its like a defense to deter humans from going into the Obsidian city in the perpetual darkness realm a world far beyond comprehension. The afflicted will become a demon and have all the abilities and senses of that demon it became. They will no longer be the person they used to be. Physically but not mentally…sorta.”

So basically, TK intruded inside the cursed door which happens to be the entrance of a hidden City and has triggered the curse, its way of defense, to be bestowed upon him. XD Now it will slowly spread and consume him until his entire being is no longer recognized as the TK you all know and love. He’ll become a total demon with only very little of himself left inside him!

So unless TK wants to go home in that form and suddenly go berserk over his friends and family, he has to lift the curse. Unfortunately, there is currently NO WAY to lift the curse! And TK’s last resort is to set out to find an AU that has at least a character who lifts curses! X’D It might not work but HEY! it’s worth a shot.

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Quantumtale © me~

Any conception of the world must include some acknowledgement of its own incompleteness: at a minimum it will admit the existence of things or events we don’t know about now.  The issue is only how far beyond our actual conception of the world we should admit that the world may extend.
—  Thomas Nagel, The View From Nowhere

The Marauder’s Map

Although the precise circumstances surrounding the makers’ loss of their map are not given in the Harry Potter novels, it is easy to conclude that they eventually over-reached themselves and were cornered by Argus Filch, probably on a tip-off from Snape, whose obsession it had become to expose his arch-rival, James Potter, in wrongdoing. The masterpiece of a map was confiscated in Sirius, James, Remus and Peter’s final year and none of them were able to steal it back from a well-prepared and suspicious Filch. In any case, their priorities changed in their final months at school, becoming far more serious and focused on the world beyond Hogwarts, where Lord Voldemort was successfully rising to power. All four of the map’s creators would shortly be inducted into the renegade organisation headed by Albus Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and a map of their old school - no matter how ingenious - would no longer be of use to them except as a piece of nostalgia.


after the bombs

wc: 2342

summary: Monty and Bellamy have a talk.

actual summary: bellamy needs to fkin TALK to someone and if the writers won’t do anything about his emotional constipation then bY GOD i will



Monty supposes he should feel grateful to be on the Ark.

It was easier to feel that way before. Before getting sent down to the ground. Before, when all he knew was the space station’s dull grey walls, the muted thud of the aluminium floors under his feet.

But after a year of greenery and fresh air and the lightly salted wind on his face, the Ark just seems like one big, endless nothing.

He’s tasted of the Earth and its simple riches, and, honestly? Bloodthirsty Grounders and black rain aside, nothing quite compares.

But at least… at least he has his friends. The only thing that makes getting out of bed worth it, really. Raven’s razor sharp wit, keeping everyone on their toes. Emori’s quiet confidence, encouraging everyone to keep going. Murphy’s lazy drawl, instilling a peculiar but welcome sense of normality amidst the slow toil of reconstructing their lives.

Harper. The soothing sound of her voice, like a balm to his unsteady nerves. The gentle caress of her hand against his. Her smile.

And all of them… they have Bellamy.

At first, Monty had been worried. He knows he’s not the only one, either. He’d seen them when the death wave had hit, once Bellamy had closed that door. Murphy carefully keeping tabs on Bellamy all throughout their short journey to the Ark, slitted eyes narrowed and focused. Raven shooting him concerned glances, even as she’d furiously worked the controls. Even Emori, who’s arguably spent the least time with the group… she was about as close to tears as Monty’s ever seen her.

Ten minutes. That was all it had taken. Bellamy was gone for ten minutes. Raven had gone to find him, and when she’d returned without him, her face sombre but blank, Monty had prepared himself to assume the worst.

But then Bellamy strode back in the room, shoulders back and jaw set with determination, instantly firing off demands for systems reports and lists of things to be done. It had been all Monty could do just to keep up with him, as they set about making the Ark liveable again. 

He hasn’t slowed down since, either. He’s on the move all the time, checking on progress updates, taking on menial labour tasks without hesitation, stopping to check on Monty’s hands, Raven’s leg, Emori, and even Echo. (They’re adjusting. Emori quicker than Echo — her eyes bright and an inquisitive question always on her lips — but it’s still a good sign.)

But sometimes, when things are quiet… he disappears.

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Galra Like Me
Galra Like Me

i’ve had this “Strangers Like Me” parody from Tarzan written up about Galra Keith since last summer I just never got around to actually doing it lol. i wanted to give myself 3 hours to do this tonight, but it took me 4 in the end with mixing! 

as usual, everything you hear is done by yours truly (including the backing track + arrangement). enjoy!

Does it matter where I am from?
I’m a paladin just like them.
Would things feel the way they feel right now or change? 

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“Cemetery Stories” 

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An illustration I made about ghosts, cemeteries, and passing down memories of people who came before. Also wanted ghosts interacting with things and people in the modern world, showing how people’s impact can last far beyond their lifespan as well. 

Creepypasta #1288: The Grim Reaper's Scythe Isn't To Harvest You. It's To Protect You From Something On Your Journey.

Length: Medium

There is no fear as potent as the fear of the unknown. No monstrous visage discovered yet has been as terrifying as the infinite potential for horror which exists before the mask is removed.

That is why we humans, in our naive misunderstanding of the universal order, are gripped by the mortal fear of death. We think it the final frontier - the greatest imaginable unknown from whose penumbral shores no traveler may return. And so we cling desperately onto even the most dreary and anguished lives, suffering any known evil over our release into the beyond.

But death is not to be feared, because death is very well understood. We have witnessed it, caused it, measured and recorded it to the last dying spasm of neuronal flickering. Even as I lay dying, it seemed silly to me that I should be afraid of the emptiness which reason promised to expect.

While I was alive I wouldn’t experience death, so there was no reason to be afraid now. When I was dead, I wouldn’t be capable of experiencing anything, so fear still had no cause. That thought brought me great comfort as I felt the last erratic struggle from my heart against the inevitable conclusion I approached. It wasn’t until I was finally drifting off to sleep that a final intrusive doubt bubbled in my brain:

What if it isn’t death which is to be feared? What if it is what lies beyond?

And so troubled did I slip beyond mortal understanding, stepping into a world as far forsaken by reason as I was now from life. I was still in the hospital room, but the bustle of nurses and the beeping machines lost their opacity as though I was mired in swiftly descending dusk. It seemed as though every sound was an echo of what it once was; every sight a reflection. With each passing moment, the world was becoming less real…

But all that sight and sound - all that being - it wasn’t simply disappearing. It was transforming into a figure beside me. The less real my room became, the more real the figure was, until presently it existed in such sharp actuality that nothing beside it seemed real at all.

His cloak was black. Not the color black, but its essence. It was as though seeing a tiger after a lifetime of looking at a child’s crude drawing and thinking that’s all a tiger was. Reality flowed around his scythe like a brush through water colors, and I could see each elementary particle and time itself sunder across its blade.

Surely this, I thought. This is why we were taught without words to fear death. I clutched at my hospital blanket to cower from the intensity of the Reaper’s presence, but the once soft cotton now flowed like translucent mist through my hands. I knew in that moment that nothing could hide me from the specter’s grasp, for he was the only real thing in this world.

You’re late.

They weren’t words. My head ached from the strain of this knowledge as my lateness was burned into my awareness, imparted like an inescapable law of physics as unequivocal as gravity.

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Last night’s recap:

Radio City is an awesome venue, absolutely beautiful. And the crowd were so up for it. People of New York, I salute you. We had brilliant seats a few rows back to the left of the stage, and thanks to H’s running around the venue antics I got a high five. I may have screamed like a teenager. 

Harry was out of this world. So far beyond my expectations I can’t even tell you. After being at the BBC gig I knew I was in for a treat but this was next level special. He’s so up for it. Absolutely born to be on that stage. The band were flawless, he was vocally strong and they all sounded amazing. 

His suit was fabulous, and my photos don’t do it justice. It sparkled. He sparkled.  He is still the most beautiful man I have ever seen. His skin is flawless. And his jawline. Man. 

He was so cheeky with the crowd. I bloody loved it. And his smirk. What a shithead. 

Story of My Life was such a treat. Loved his version. Let’s have more 1D gifts, Harry. Thank you. 

The Chain is such a jam. He should 100% give us a studio version of it.

And jesus, we love Kiwi. Harry loves Kiwi. I loved having Kiwi 3 times. Next single? HELL YES. 

SOTT is just un-fucking-believable live. Makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Brings you to tears. I could watch him sing it all day. 

In fact, I could watch him sing all day full stop. Thanks for last night, H. You’re a rockstar. It was a pleasure to breathe the same air as you for a couple of hours. I absolutely adore you and I’m so freaking proud of the man you are. See you in Manchester!

They say God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers and what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And as much as anyone can say how invincible I seem, or fearless I am, or how brave I must be… I’m still human. And I’ve seen things. And I’ve felt more pain than some will in their entire lives. All before the age of even being able to buy a fucking drink at a bar. But I have to be strong. Not for myself, but, for a greater purpose. Because I feel like my duty is far beyond me… You know? Beyond saving my family. It’s for the world. Because somebody out there really needs to hear this. So to anybody that isn’t here to see how far I’ve gone or how far I have yet to go, to family members that didn’t make it, or friends I lost along the way, or maybe someone I gave my heart to that didn’t know what to do with it. You should be here.
—  “Intro” from You Should Be Here, by Kehlani.

anonymous asked:

Spideychelle and 72? Love your writing, btw :)

dim the light. close your eyes.



“Dimwit? Loser? Asshole? Nerd Extraordinaire? Web Slinging Weirdo?”

Finally, Peter jolted awake with a start. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open to reveal none other than his new best friend and Decathlon Captain, Michelle Jones staring down at him.

Peter looked around the near empty room, “Is practice over?”

Michelle slings her backpack over her shoulder, “Yeah, you fell asleep during practice.”

Peter looks around once more, and then stands up, shoving everything into his bag and catches up with Michelle. “MJ, I’m so, so sorry. It’s just that last night I had to-”

MJ rolls her eyes and hands him his book. She writes down notes for him whenever he misses classes or falls asleep in this book. Peter takes it, mumbling a ‘thanks’.

“Let’s just go study.”

He falls asleep while she’s teaching him Spanish.

MJ sighs. She couldn’t afford to have him falling asleep on her everyday.

His face is resting in his hand and his eyes are closed, his mouth hung open slightly. She traces his cheekbone with her index finger, and then slowly removes the hand that’s holding his cheek. She holds his hand in hers and gently, she whispers, “Peter.”

This time, he’s awake the first time she calls for him.

Of course, he’s still not yet fully awake, but he looks at her in his sleepy daze. Then he says, “Sorry, MJ.”

“It’s ok,” she mumbles, dropping her pencil to stroke his hair.

“MJ, what are you-”

Gently, she grabs both of his hands and leads him to his bunk bed. He sits down on the bed, still as confused as ever.

You need sleep

,” she whispers.

Peter protests, but his voice is barely a whisper, “MJ, I can’t. I need to study.”

She sits down on the edge of the bed as she gently removes his web shooters from his wrists and places it on his desk. Pulling the covers over him, she says, “Take the day off tomorrow. Sleep in. I’ll talk to May.”

“But, what about my notes and Decathlon and-”

“I’ll get you your notes.”

“MJ, I can’t let you do that.”

“I want to do it. You look like a zombie, Peter.”

He chuckles, even though it’s not that funny. His room is freezing and being wrapped under the covers feels so nice and warm.

“Michelle,” Peter calls, and she hums in response. She’s packing up her things and she’s arranging his textbooks into a neat little pile of papers on his desk. “Cuddle?”

Michelle turns around so fast that Peter’s so sure she must’ve gotten whiplash. Peter’s eyes widen once he realises what he just said.

Oh my God. He made her uncomfortable. She’s probably very uncomfortable right now. Peter wants to drop off the face of the Earth, if that’s possible. Peter tries to save himself, “I just, Aunt May used to- platonic cuddling, when I had nightmares, I’m really tired. I don’t know what I’m saying, it’s fine.”

The next thing she says, he doesn’t see it coming.

“Why not?”

“What?” he asks, in disbelief.

“Why not? We’re friends. Friends cuddle.”

Slowly, she gets under the covers. Her legs are cold and Peter flinches when her toe slides against his ankle. Michelle lets out a little chuckle at that, and Peter rolls his eyes. They’re both trying to make it seem normal.

They’re friends. This shouldn’t be so hard. Why are they making this such a big deal?

MJ’s a little tired too. Actually, she’s exhausted. She turns on her side and closes her eyes. She’s making an effort not to accidentally touch Peter, although that’s the opposite of cuddling. She thinks she might’ve found a comfortable position where she didn’t have to make contact with Peter at all, but then she feels a strong arm drape around her waist.

Before she knows it, she’s face to face with Peter. He places his arm around her waist and she lifts an eyebrow. “You were shivering.”

That makes sense.

But then, Peter presses her into him and she’s curled up against his broad chest. “Warmer?” Peter asks.

She nods and Peter rubs little circles on her back. After a while, she says, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be spooning you.”

It’s not like they’re spooning, but still. Again, that gets a laugh out of Peter. In a soft voice he says, “You deserve it. You’re the superhero.”

When he doesn’t hear her response, he speaks again, “I know you’re rolling your eyes, but really. You write down my notes for me, carry the Decathlon and the Debate team, all while being an average high school student.”

He sputters, “Not that you’re average, you’re far beyond average. You’re out of this world, I don’t deserve you.”

Peter goes bright red, and Michelle sees his blush go all the way down to his chest, through his thin, white tee.

“Go to sleep, Peter. You talk too much.”

“Oh, alright. Sleep. Cool.”

MJ laughs against his chest, but her voice is muffled. Peter feels her laugher all throughout his chest and it feels like a million butterflies have erupted in his stomach.

“Goodnight MJ.”

“Goodnight Peter.”

TV series recommendation


The Magicians - After being recruited to a secretive academy, a group of students discover that the magic they read about as children is very real-and more dangerous than they ever imagined

American Gods - A recently released ex-convict named Shadow meets a mysterious man who calls himself “Wednesday” and who knows more than he first seems to about Shadow’s life and past. 

Shadowhunters - After her mother disappears, Clary must venture into the dark world of demon hunting, and embrace her new role among the Shadowhunters

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