great wizards

I am delighted to find out that there’s a new quality meme in Russia, the Wizard “Fwoosh” Cat, fwoosh [вжух] being the sound effect for the magic wand waving. 

The Fwoosh Cat can do great magic in your every-day life, good and bad all at the same time.

“Fwoosh, you’ve got insomnia”

“Fwoosh, you’re adopted”

“Fwoosh, and money is gone”

“Fwoosh, you’re expelled” next to a list of expelled pupils in a university

“Fwoosh, black ice”

Obligatory money fwoosh

“Cannot fwoosh on this page”

“Fwoosh, and you can fwoosh on this page”

“If you see this image, then it’s your lucky day. You’ve been visited by The Great Wizard Cat, the wisest of all wizard cats of the wizard cat school. A curse was laid on you, and it will turn your life into a nightmare. Only the wizard cat can lift the curse and once again make your life wonderful and full of magic”

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Things I'm happy they changed for the Harry Potter movies/added

I always see posts about what we wish was in the movies/they didn’t change, and there are SO MANY THINGS THAT FIT THAT LIST. But honestly the movies did a great job and stayed pretty true to the books. SO, here’s a post to point out the great things the movies did! Please add on and let’s celebrate the movies that brought these amazing books to life!

  • Adding the word Potter to… “Scared Potter?” “You wish.”
  • Showing us what Neville forgot was to wear his robes
  • Bellatrix torturing Hermione by carving the word mudblood into her arm
  • Barty Crouch Jr. licking his lips (good job David)
  • Amos Diggory’s reaction to his son dying
  • “Look at it this way: every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now – students. If they can do it, why not us?” 
  • In the OotP when they’re in the Hog’s Head a goat walks by… Aberforth owns the Hog’s Head/is the barman
  • Slughorn’s story about Lily and the fish
  • Voldemort hugging Draco
  • Showing Lupin and Tonks reaching for each other and just not touching. It killed me, but I loved it.
  • Continually having Seamus blow up things through out the movies
  • “I’ve always wanted to use that spell!”
  • Showing them just being kids and having fun! PoA scene where the boys eat the candy and make the animal noises
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Usually when I take a day off it’s for something sensible and practical, and it’s often for someone else.

Today I took a day off just for fun that was all for me. And it was AWESOME!!

(Big thanks to my buddy John who works at Wizards for inviting me to visit, and also a big thanks to Alison Luhrs for taking the time to meet me while I was there!!)

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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angus goes back to detective-ing after the Bureau of Balance Fiasco™ and he asks taako, his good pal and friend, to help him out on a murder case

so taako, thinking he’s the smartest dude alive, invites his boyfriend, literal death incarnate, along for the ride. they can sherlock shit up together, get krav out of the office, what the fuck could go wrong?

except he totally lies to angus about how he knows kravitz. some “we met in collage” or “in that one urinal in lankhmar, right?” bs, and kravitz just plays along because he knows taako’s weird about privacy.

just, like, awkward gays trying to be secretive about holding hands 5 feet behind angus as he Investigates Shit and thinking the fancy boy is none the wiser, like angus was born yesterday and isn’t the worlds greatest detective. he’s nice about it and plays along, though, and they sherlock the HELL out of the fucking town, and it’s cute and great and the best wizard-reaper-little boy cop show ever made

He said ‘roll to chill’ in like the second episode and I still love it and I need a shirt. 

I want to make a shirt.

I love him. Also the new episode came out today but I’m not caught up so I’m just doodling Taakos over here while everything is on fire and I am clueless. 

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wizarding school was an educational institution which provides magical instruction to young witches and wizards. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the British wizarding school. The massive castle has extensive grounds with 142 staircases, which are known to move around. Beauxbatons Academy has a preponderance of French students. Situated somewhere in the Pyrenees, the breathtaking beauty of the chateau is surrounded by formal gardens created out of the mountainous landscape by magic. Durmstrang once had the darkest reputation of all eleven wizarding schools. Visitors, who must comply with memory charms to erase their knowledge of how they got there, speak of vast, sprawling grounds with many stunning views. As might be expected of a school part-founded by a No-Maj, Ilvermorny has the reputation of being one of the most democratic, least elitist of all the great wizarding schools.

Cancer
There’s No Place Like Home ~

Dorothy’s imagination is much like Cancer’s, becoming lost in a dreamy daze of lullabies and wickedness. On her journey through Oz she meets her many forms, the beautiful Godmother, that being her spirit guide, dwelling in her 4th house. Cancer is of course, the fairy god mother, the divine mother, when I am with some Cancer mothers I know I do feel them approach me in a pink orb, holding a wand of psychic prophecy and guidance. And the wicked witch emanates through Cancer, the dark mother coerced with jealousy. The individual can be intrusive, possessive, and unwilling to let friends, family, or children carry out lives independent of their own. Along the yellow brick road she meets her many children, the munchkins, that which she mothers over all, innocent and vulnerable. Through imaginary lands she meets her counterparts, seemingly the zodiacs cradling her side by side. The Scarecrow who is searching for a brain, the Gemini who she must integrate, that who has burned and lost their mind through overthinking. And then the cowardly lion, preparing for Leo, learning courage, faith, and bravery. To the Great Wizard of Oz she searches, knowing this magic would find her home. All Dorothy wanted was home. She finds the great wizard, nearly dazed by poison poppies, that of her toxic fantasies. The Great Wizard is forbearing, all powerful, or so it seems. This can be her duality, her shadow Capricorn, the great and the accomplished, triggering her fears of insufficiency, her knowledge that tremendous authority rests within her, that which she is scared to wield. What the Cancer doesn’t know worries her- especially when it comes to herself. The Great wizard is her, she balances on the zodiac’s most ascended axes. She is the Great Wizard, the Great Mother, the People’s Princess. When she realizes all is not what it seems - she returns home. Much like the inner and outer Jupiter journeys the Cancer makes, internally restless, externally homely. 

-C.

Context: I’m dual wielding two characters because there’s only three of us playing. I’ve a gnome wizard and a dragonborn cleric. Other characters include a human barbarian and an elf bard (supplied by DM to help). We’re very loose with things and just switched versions, and this is paraphrased a bit.

We decide to stop for the night before heading into the mountains. Everyone steps on a snake in some very tall, dry grass. Barbarian kills his, goes to kill the bard’s- and ends up rolling a nat 1 and throwing his axe away.

Wizard (panicking): I uh, I point down and cast Firebolt at it. Oh, and at disadvantage, because it’s within 5 ft.

DM: You sure?

Wizard: I can’t really do much with my staff, so ya. (rolls a nat 1)

DM: So. So you point down at the snake and somehow miss it. Your robes are a bit singed, but your shoes are gone. There’s just like, soles left, with bits of leather.

Wizard: Great, and we’re going rock climbing… Uh, uh. For my bonus, I Misty Step over to the cleric. I really don’t like snakes I guess.

After discussing the merits of footwear and mountains and the lack of the former, barbarian takes out the very confused, undamaged snake with a spear, deals with the bard’s (who failed a Cutting Words against it), cleric takes out hers. Few minutes pass and-

Wizard:-wait. We’re in a field of grass, aren’t we.

DM (smiling): Yup. There’s just this, big black circle where you were and a slowly expanding ring of fire as everything burns.

Wizard: Shit.

We eventually managed to put it out before we set a nearby forest on fire… Next attempt at a Firebolt was also a nat 1 and singed the barbarian and an innocent wall. I quit trying after that.