an incomplete list of the batshit insane things hermione’s done

-prioritized her education over her life

-instantly became ride or die with harry after the troll incedent

-set snape on fire

-brewed an illegal potion for two months in the girls’ bathroom

-turned into a furry

-immediate thought upon encountering a giant murdersnake was ‘better make sure the others find this page on my helpless petrified body bc god knows they won’t figure it out themselves’

-wanted to take finals after like a month in a magical coma

-traveled through time to get even more homework

-figured out lupin was a werewolf and didn’t tell anyone because he was a relatively competent teacher compared to magic ryan seacrest and literal voldemort

-essentially snatched trelawney’s weave gotdamn

-slugged draco malfoy, terrified him and his hulking buddies into running, went back in time to watch it again

-confronted a werewolf and his alleged mass murderer friend because, again, ride or die

-broke time travel laws in order to jailbreak azkaban escapee and his pet hippogriff

-dated an international sports star

-put up with all the vile shit rita skeeter wrote about her

-joined secret order dedicated to fighting voldemort

-put up with harry’s shit

-imprisoned a woman in a jar for months, blackmailed her into doing what she wanted

-formed and organized secret defense class, peer pressured harry into leading it

-permanently disfigured the girl who ratted them out. snitches get stitches.

-manipulated the shit out of umbridge

-basically left her to rot in the forbidden forest

-went to fight death eaters with like six of her mates despite her misgivings (RIDE. OR. DIE.)

-immediately agreed to destroy the dark lord’s soul with her buddies despite not having any idea how (RIDE! OR! DIE!)

-mind wiped her parents and made them go to australia to keep them safe

-essentially singlehandedly kept harry and ron alive and functional for the majority of the deathly hallows

-wore the locket while still managing not to be a shithead

-got the shit tortured out of her by bellatrix lestrange. didn’t go insane.

-fought in the battle of hogwarts. didn’t die.

-was unfailingly loyal and did everything she could to keep harry safe for seven years, even when he was quite frankly being a jackass

Varric Tethras Romance Headcannons.

1- Varric is extremely loyal (obviously because of how he’s stayed loyal to both his friends and Bianca)

2- Bianca was his first reall love. Yeah, he’s been with women but she was his first love, which is why he dosnt want to loose that. It’s been too long and she means too much.

3- He wants to love other people (possibly f! Hawk or inquisitor ) but he can’t do that when he’s with Bianca. It would hurt Bianca and whoever he loves.

4- After the incedent with Bianca in DA:I he is starting to let go. She married and she has to move on and so dose he, but unless she breaks it off he has to be pretty deep for someone to call it off.

5- He likes being the little spoon, also the big spoon, he just loves being snuggled in bed in general.

6- He’s not afraid of public display of affection but he will still be a gentleman about it. Holding hands, hugs, foarhead / cheek kisses only.

7- God help you if you hurt his LI.

8- he’s a writer. He can explain your appearance in great detail but that’s not the part of you he falls in love with. He will sooner date the homely lady with the nice laugh and big heart than the woman with the big boobs.

9- One night stands, sure! Friends with benefits. .. no.

10- Secretly a family man.

anonymous asked:

Play monopoly? Jenga? Clue? Sorry? Go fish? Chess? Checkers? Scene it Harry Potter edition?

We could. But never monopoly. Not since the Monopoly incedent *shudders*



Saw ep. 7 on the 25th. So obligatory Qrow art. I wanted to draw a series of sketches like a sketchdump, or movement study, but this is what it became. Sketchy style as always (yeah….). I won1t go into detail about ep 7. , but I love it, the art and animation is amazing, and the music incedible and catchy. Can’t wait for the next episode (no I really cannot. I’m anxiously waiting..,and waiting..).

But… it’s nice to re-enter the fandom. ^-^

Tu sei come una giovane
una bianca pollastra.
Le si arruffano al vento
le piume, il collo china
per bere, e in terra raspa;
ma, nell'andare, ha il lento
tuo passo di regina,
ed incede sull'erba
pettoruta e superba.
È migliore del maschio.
È come sono tutte
le femmine di tutti
i sereni animali
che avvicinano a Dio,
Così, se l'occhio, se il giudizio mio
non m'inganna, fra queste hai le tue uguali,
e in nessun'altra donna.
Quando la sera assonna
le gallinelle,
mettono voci che ricordan quelle,
dolcissime, onde a volte dei tuoi mali
ti quereli, e non sai
che la tua voce ha la soave e triste
musica dei pollai.

Tu sei come una gravida
libera ancora e senza
gravezza, anzi festosa;
che, se la lisci, il collo
volge, ove tinge un rosa
tenero la tua carne.
Se l'incontri e muggire
l'odi, tanto è quel suono
lamentoso, che l'erba
strappi, per farle un dono.
È così che il mio dono
t'offro quando sei triste.

Tu sei come una lunga
cagna, che sempre tanta
dolcezza ha negli occhi,
e ferocia nel cuore.
Ai tuoi piedi una santa
sembra, che d'un fervore
indomabile arda,
e così ti riguarda
come il suo Dio e Signore.
Quando in casa o per via
segue, a chi solo tenti
avvicinarsi, i denti
candidissimi scopre.
Ed il suo amore soffre
di gelosia.

Tu sei come la pavida
coniglia. Entro l'angusta
gabbia ritta al vederti
e verso te gli orecchi
alti protende e fermi;
che la crusca e i radicchi
tu le porti, di cui
priva in sé si rannicchia,
cerca gli angoli bui.
Chi potrebbe quel cibo
ritoglierle? Chi il pelo
che si strappa di dosso,
per aggiungerlo al nido
dove poi partorire?
Chi mai farti soffrire?

Tu sei come la rondine
che torna in primavera.
Ma in autunno riparte;
e tu non hai quest'arte.

Tu questo hai della rondine:
le movenze leggere:
questo che a me, che mi sentiva ed era
vecchio, annunciavi un'altra primavera.

Tu sei come la provvida
formica. Di lei, quando
escono alla campagna,
parla al bimbo la nonna
che l'accompagna.

E così nella pecchia
ti ritrovo, ed in tutte
le femmine di tutti
i sereni animali
che avvicinano a Dio;
e in nessun'altra donna.

Umberto Saba, A mia moglie

Autunno. Già lo sentimmo venire 
nel vento d'agosto, 
nelle pioggie di settembre 
torrenziali e piangenti 
e un brivido percorse la terra 
che ora, nuda e triste, 
accoglie un sole smarrito. 
Ora che passa e declina, 
in quest'autunno che incede 
con lentezza indicibile, 
il miglior tempo della nostra vita 
e lungamente ci dice addio.
—  V. Cardarelli, “Autunno”
Best friends

OK it just popped in my head, among a bunch of other random shippy aus.

But imagine Chat Noir and Marinette just hanging, or something random. And out of the blue, Chat gives her the direct number to his baton. Something only one other person has: Ladybug.

He tells her that anytime she needs a friend, just call him or text him. He may not answer imediatly but he will respond.

Marinette thinks it’s silly and cute. When will she ever need to message him outside of costume.

But one day it does happen. Let’s just say Chloe does something majorly cruel and she needs a friend. And Alya is busy with something with her family or something. So she calls him.

Chats in costume running patrol, so he picks up in 2 rings. Hearing the tears in her voice, he imediatly heads to her house. He stays there letting her bent about some bratty unnamed classmate (but he can guess since he witnessed the incedent) and just stays there. Consoling her and just being a good friend.

From that point it was different. Every so often, when they weren’t doing a double patrol Marinette would get a text, usually at night from Chat wishing her good night, and she responding for him to stay safe. Something about his companionship touched her. Cuz in a ways he acted differently around Marinette than he did with Ladybug. He had a touch of insecurity just like she did about being Ladybug. She even began to wonder… did Chat Noir have many friends outside of his costume?

Her phone chimed. It was an evening wish from the cat himself, wishing her sweet dreams and a good day at school, accompanied by a cat emoji.

As she set her alarm she mused… what would he think if his friend Marinette was also Ladybug? She pushed that thought out of her head; not the first time that thought snuck in her head. And she rolled over taking one last look at the message before responding, wishing him the same.

Okay, hi, hi guys, the Minyard twins have dimples

  • Kaitlyn’s the first one to be let in on this glorious information, besides Nicky who used to see Aaron’s dimples when he smiled when they were little. He hasn’t seen them in a long while
  • Kaitlyn loves seeing Aaron’s dimples, because it’s a sign she’s made the man she loves happy, if only for a short time.  
  • Everyone has seen Andrew’s dimples. He smiles a lot. 
  • When Neil notices them at first he thinks they look so strange on Andrew’s face, such an odd addition to his manic smile
  • After the Drake incedent Neil hates Andrew’s dimples. He absolutely despises them. Those signs of happiness on most people turned to signs of drug-induced gidiness, of Andrew’s disregard for himself, of just how little he cares if he gets hurt, of things that make Neil furious
  • After Andrew gets clean, Neil doesn’t see his dimples for a long, long time
  • He’s happy at first, not seeing something so marred by people’s bad decisions on Andrew. He might’ve had to go out and find the judge that prescribed those meds and get Andrew-creative with the consequences
  • But then he misses them. He misses them not in that he wanted to see them again in Andrew’s face like before. But in athe way that you miss something you haven’t yet experienced, but you know, you know that when, if, you see it it will be breathtaking
  • And oh is he right. 
  • They’ve won their last two games. They destroyed last night’s team, even though they put up a fight. Neil’s spirits are soaring high, and they had a lot of fun at Eden’s Twilight last night. He woke up to his boyfriend’s face being lit up by the sun coming through their window. And now he’s managed to walk into their room, holding two cups of extremely hot coffee, not loudly enough to wipe the small smile that’s setled on Andrew’s face when he thinks no one can see him. When he ses those dimples, he’s never been so happy to see anything he hated before in his life
It was getting dark, and we were freezing, so I suggested we try a shortcut through the woods. We were trying to figure out where the hell we were when suddenly I fell into a hole. A voice yelled out from under me, “Hinkle, Hinkle, ist das du?” I scrambled out of that foxhole and yelled, “Hinkle your ass, Kraut!” and ran… Ralph likes to remind me of that incedent often. He’d say, “Hey Babe, how’s Hinkle?” or “Have you seen Hinkle lately?” I wonder if Hinkle ever did make it back to his foxhole.
—  Babe Heffron ; Brothers in Battle, Best of Friends
Reblog if you believe that bisexuality is valid and not a phase.

My mother didn’t believe me when I told her at the age of thirteen. I’m eighteen now, and I want to come out to her again. I will write the urls of everyone who reblogs this in a notebook and give it to her when the time is right.

I’m incedibly nervous, but I hope this will help her understand that I am who I am, and I can’t change it.