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I constantly wonder what Aro was like as a human to have devoloped his gift. Like??? he's like an actual vampire Sherlock Holmes, but psychic, I guess??

I think your Sherlock Holmes comparison is very appropriate. Human!Aro must have been incredibly observant and also something of an amateur psychologist. He spent a lot of time studying emotions and motivations and– quickly realizing how useful that was– worked to develop that skill further. 

Moreover, I’m pretty convinced that Aro was a second son when he was human and markedly inferior in comparison to his older brother. Usually, the trope goes that the second son is just as good– if not better– than the firstborn, but tradition subjugates and marginalizes him. Aro didn’t even have that cold comfort. His brother was just as bright, but more charismatic, better in battle, and as a result, more politically influential than Aro could dream of being. In order to compete, Aro began really noticing what people wanted, needed, and thought, with an eye for exploiting those rather private musings. 

Finally, I think Aro’s quest for immortality really honed his perception. Nowadays, we know that nothing can make you physically immortal (or if it can, science hasn’t got there yet). During Aro’s human life, there were mystery cults and weird medical practices and rumours everywhere, with no good way of fact-checking any of them. Actually finding real, undying vampires made Aro an expert at judging intentions and motivations.

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Kim Kardashian challenged Trump’s Muslim ban with cold, hard facts

  • When Kim Kardashian West comes for you, there will be no survivors.
  • In response to President Donald Trump’s imposed 90-day travel ban for seven Muslim-majority countries and 120-day suspension of refugee admissions, the reality star took to Twitter to post a tea-sipping subtweet on Saturday night.
  • The tweet, a screenshot of statistics culled mostly from government websites, implies that the threat of death by radical Islamic jihad for an American is markedly lower than the threat of, say, getting struck by lightning — or of being shot by another American. Read more.
Fawn

I appreciate the lurid highs,
they shepherd such markedly poignant lows,
a drop in serotonin,
an oversimplified excuse for pause.


In this dream,
I watch a yearling cross a river for the first time,
observe her obvious panic,
feel vulnurable and renewed all at once.

The U-wing was on fire, struck—intentionally or not, Bodhi wasn’t sure—during a TIE fighter’s berserker maneuvering over the canyon. The Rebel Alliance X-wing squadron, much like Saw’s rebels on Jedha, seemed to have no particular interest in whether Bodhi lived or died. And of the companions he’d taken up with—the companions who’d almost started to tolerate him—the only one left was the droid who, Bodhi suspected, wanted him locked away.

“Would you like to be carried?” K-2SO asked as they hurried away from the burning hulk of the U-wing. The droid’s strides were markedly slower than Bodhi’s, but his spindly limbs crossed twice the distance with every step.

“No!” Bodhi said. It was more breath than he had to spare.

“I could carry you anyway,” the droid said. “That way you wouldn’t have to choose.”

Bodhi staggered to a halt and clapped his knees, hung his head panting for what he knew was too long. “No,” he managed at last. “No, listen. I need you to trust me, all right? You need to follow my lead and not say anything unless someone asks you to.”

Rain bounced off the droid’s chest plate. K-2SO looked at Bodhi appraisingly. “Trust is a matter of degree,” he said. “I really don’t know you, Bodhi Rook.”

Bodhi cringed and shook his head. There’s no time! The others were waiting. Galen Erso was waiting. He wanted to shout. Instead he talked.

“You do know me,” he said. “Look—you, me.” He jabbed his finger at the Imperial emblem on the droid’s arm, then at the identical symbol on his flight suit. “We’ve both got them, and we’re both here anyway. We both want to stop the Death Star, right? Both want to help the Rebellion?”

The droid didn’t answer. Bodhi was talking too fast now, but if anyone could understand him it would be a machine. “Cassian reprogrammed you, right? Maybe? You’re loyal to him, I get that. Galen Erso reprogrammed me. We can still get this mission right, and we want the same thing, but you have to let me lead the way…”

Something exploded on the canyon ridge. The light made K-2SO look wraithlike—a gaunt shadow with deathly bright eyes.

“All right, then,” K-2SO said.

Bodhi nodded briskly, raggedly, and turned to face the shuttle port.

He had never intended to come back to Eadu. He’d never meant to set foot in an Imperial garrison again after defecting. Galen had made it sound simple, like he could turn the message over to Saw Gerrera and sneak away somewhere outside the Empire, somewhere the Rebellion would hide him and pay decent money for all the good he’d done.

He suspected that plan had never really been in the cards. But he’d never been a good gambler, and he couldn’t blame the dealer for that.

“If a fight starts,” Bodhi said, “try not to hurt anyone we don’t have to.”

“I always try,” the droid replied. 

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story novelization by Alexander Freed

Please protect Bodhi

Also “Galen Erso reprogrammed me“ wow

brb

hi angel buttons i love all of you 100% but i’m going to take a lil tumblr break until after the election because i’m!!!!!! so stressed out about it i ate half a jar of peanut butter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at work!!!!!!! in the foyer!!!!! with a spoon!!!!!!!!!!!! deeply unprofessional.

anyway you are all the best and most wonderful people in the world and i’ll see u in 6-ish days.

please do ur FIBS a favor and vote for hillary clinton, if you’re of age. also, vote democrat for the senate, because if we can turn the senate blue we have a change at making things not only NOT TERRIBLE but also MARKEDLY BETTER. so let’s do that!!!! message me after you’ve voted and i’ll heap praise upon you.

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Ephemeral

AO3 // FFN

for @ravnclaws

e·phem·er·al  (ĭ-fĕm′ər-əl)

adj.

1. Lasting for a markedly brief time: “There remain some truths too ephemeral to be captured in the cold pages of a court transcript” (Irving R. Kaufman).

2. Having a short lifespan or a short annual period of aboveground growth. Used especially of plants.

n.

Something, especially a plant, that is ephemeral.


Dear, I love you.

Right now, while we’re in bed, and your head is on my chest, I love you. I love you like this. Under my thumb. Next to my heart. I love you.

I do not know how it started. Or when, or why.

I know I love you. I love you when it’s cold, and you’ve just stepped out of the shower, and so your hair is still messy, because you haven’t bothered to brush through it yet. When you run across the corridor to grab your robe from the upstairs bedroom.

Outside, in the garden, with mud under your fingernails, because you’ve just finished potting some peonies. You’ve always been good with flowers. And with people. I’ve never been much of a people person myself, but I like to think that I’m good with you.

I love you like this.

Making pancakes, and reading with the windows open. The house gets cold because of it, but I’ve grown accustomed.

I didn’t think we’d have this much time. It used to feel like the walls were crumbling around us. In my nightmares, I couldn’t shelter you from the danger. I still can’t, but you’ve never needed much sheltering anyway. But I love you, and we got lucky.


Dear, I love you.

It’s two in the morning and I can’t sleep. Your incessant rustling under the sheets used to drive me mad, but now I can’t sleep without it. Your toothbrush lies next to mine in our bathroom. I think I accidentally used your shampoo yesterday, but it’s fine. My hair smells of lavender now, and I carry you with me everywhere I go.

I love you. Darling, I’ve loved you.

I was eleven when I met you. I’ve been in love ever since.

Sipping tea during breakfast, and putting too much butter on your toast. It’s ridiculous. You’re ridiculous. But I love you, and so what does that say of me?

I’m ridiculous without you, dear.

Where have you gone?


Dear, I love you.

We’re not soulmates. At least, I don’t think we are. I don’t like the idea of something pulling me to you. I love you because of who you are. Not because Fate, or the Gods, or whoever says so. I love you.

Inside the hospital room, at the funeral, under the ground, I love you.

I will love you.

In this lifetime, I will love you. And the next. And the next.

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Childhood photographs of serial killer Ted Bundy. Bundy is frequently cited as being one of the few serial killers with a markedly normal childhood and upbringing, however this tends to overlook a number of influential factors in his early life - namely the influence of his abusive grandfather and the awareness of his illegitimacy that followed Bundy throughout his entire life.

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Servile
By Organization for Transformative Works

Author: calrissian18 | Word Count: 68.5k | Rating: NC-17

Summary: “I would love anything you gifted me, My Lord, but this,” silver eyes, the same shade as the dragon that marked Harry’s arm, glinted in his direction under the Death Eater’s hood, “is exquisite.”

Review: Ok so I’m going to say right off the bat that slave fics are patently not my thing. I can genuinely understand why it may intrigue people and my reasons aren’t lofty at all - for me it’s just a matter of how the characters are warped in such plots. That being said, I was intrigued into reading this because I looove this author, and I was eased when I saw the Author Note: “This is not your normal Slave!fic because I do not like the standard line at all, where the slave is regularly treated like scum, enjoys his “punishments” and eventually falls for his captor. That, to me, is markedly stupid.”

So I started reading and after the initial flailing at the horrible circumstances and misfortune… I fell in love! So much creativity and originality and poetry in this story, and yes this verse is dark dark dark, but there’s also light and happiness and hope - which is really what the revolving theme of the story is. About how to find hope and holding onto it when everything is ruined and there aren’t many exits. There’s a very light touch of tension and suspense to story, as it unravels in real time without any rush to deliver all the facts to the reader.

I really don’t want to delve more into the facts of this story because it is something to be experienced. The characterisations are something special, because not once do they break out of the reality the author has so carefully crafted. And it’s almost breathtaking, the level of emotions you feel from the two of them - because yes, the emotions and suffering Harry and Draco experience are significantly different and real. Yet there’s that distinct sense that both men are on a brink, and need someone to catch them or hold them back or something

Whenever I come across fics like this that haven’t reached half the attention it deserves, I get really upset and frustrated, so I’m going to keep reblogging this onto my blog because Y’ALL SHOULD GIVE THIS FIC A CHANCE PLS!!!

Content/Warnings: Rape/Violence TW (not between H/D), Major Character Deaths (not H/D), Refer Warnings Provided By Author

Mood Music: Falling For You - Lyon Hart

Would you like to be carried?” K-2SO asked as they hurried away from the burning hulk of the U-wing. The droid’s strides were markedly slower than Bodhi’s, but his spindly limbs crossed twice the distance with every step.
“No!” Bodhi said. It was more breath than he had to spare.
“I could carry you anyway,” the droid said. “That way you wouldn’t have to choose.
—  Alexander Freed, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Old Flames

Rating: General
Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers
Word Count: 3525
Summary: Peggy runs into an old friend

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Peggy walked directly into a stranger as she rushed through the crowded department store. She’d been hurrying, so there was some force. She bounced off the gentleman, and he grunted.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said as she stumbled to catch her balance. “That was entirely my fault—I wasn’t looking. My—”

Her words halted as abruptly as she had.

“Well, I never,” said the man, who wasn’t a stranger at all.

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bpd facts

The most distinguishing symptoms of BPD are marked sensitivity to rejection or criticism, and intense fear of possible abandonment. Overall, the features of BPD include unusually intense sensitivity in relationships with others, difficulty regulating emotions, and impulsivity. Other symptoms may include feeling unsure of one's personal identity, morals, and values; having paranoid thoughts when feeling stressed; dissociation and depersonalization; and, in moderate to severe cases, stress-induced breaks with reality or psychotic episodes.

Borderline personality disorder may be characterized by the following signs and symptoms:

Markedly disturbed sense of identity

Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment and extreme reactions to such

Splitting (“black-and-white” thinking)

Impulsivity

Intense or uncontrollable emotional reactions that often seem disproportionate to the event or situation

Unstable and chaotic interpersonal relationships

Self-damaging behavior

Distorted self-image

Dissociation

Frequently accompanied by depression, anxiety, anger, substance abuse, or rage

People with BPD feel emotions more easily, more deeply, and longer than others do. In addition, emotions may repeatedly resurge and persist a long time. Consequently, it may take more time for people with BPD than others to return to a stable emotional baseline following an intense emotional experience. People with BPD often engage in idealization and devaluation of others, alternating between high positive regard and great disappointment.

While people with BPD feel joy intensely, they are especially prone to dysphoria, depression, and/or feelings of mental and emotional distress. Zanarini recognized four categories of dysphoria that are typical of this condition: extreme emotions, destructiveness or self-destructiveness, feeling fragmented or lacking identity, and feelings of victimization. Within these categories, a BPD diagnosis is strongly associated with a combination of three specific states: feeling betrayed, “feeling like hurting myself”, and feeling out of control. Since there is great variety in the types of dysphoria experienced by people with BPD, the amplitude of the distress is a helpful indicator of borderline personality disorder.

In addition to intense emotions, people with BPD experience emotional lability; or in other words, changeability. Although the term emotional lability suggests rapid changes between depression and elation, the mood swings in people with this condition actually fluctuate more frequently between anger and anxiety and between depression and anxiety.

People with BPD are also especially sensitive to feelings of rejection, criticism, isolation, and perceived failure. Before learning other coping mechanisms, their efforts to manage or escape from their very negative emotions may lead to emotional isolation, self-injury or suicidal behavior. They are often aware of the intensity of their negative emotional reactions and, since they cannot regulate them, they shut them down entirely. This can be harmful to people with BPD, since negative emotions alert people to the presence of a problematic situation and move them to address it which the person with BPD would normally be aware of only to cause further distress.

Timothy McVeigh’s thoughts on his death sentence, or in his words “state-assisted suicide.” These excerpts are from the book American Terrorist: Timothy McVeigh and the Oklahoma City Bombing by Lou Michel and Dan Herbeck.


For a man entering a super-secure prison to await the death penalty, McVeigh seemed markedly, almost wilfully, unconcerned. Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, he thought, recalling the line from Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody.” On a personal level, McVeigh would welcome death; it would be his crowning achievement. The government he reflected, would be doing him a favor, ending a long march that had turned hollow in the final years. His execution would be a relief.


“I’ll be glad to leave this fucked-up world,” he said. “Truth is, I determined mostly through my travels that this world just doesn’t hold anything for me.” But as the weeks rolled by, the isolated hours he spent in the four-cell special disciplinary unit at Supermax provided time for self-examination, and he would come to realize that he was not immediately suicidal. “I figure, why not take a few years in retirement. Sit in my cell; write letters, make peace with everyone. What does that make the death penalty, if that’s what it is?” In McVeigh’s opinion, it was nothing more than state-assisted suicide. “I knew I wanted this before it happened. I knew my objective was a state-assisted suicide and when it happens, it’s in your face, motherfuckers. You just did something you’re trying to say should be illegal for medical personnel.”


Like McVeigh, Kaczynski preferred the idea of execution to life in prison. But when Kaczynski made his preference public, McVeigh thought his fellow prisoner had made a big mistake—particularly since Kaczynski was seeking a retrial. “Ted messed up,” he said. “They’re not going to want to seek death now because they know he’s being tortured with life… They won’t give the opportunity for the death penalty again, either with a federal retrial or a state trial. If one is serious about it, you should never show your hand.”


McVeigh wanted to find a way to tell Fortier that he wasn’t upset at him for testifying. He figured that Fortier might be blaming himself for McVeigh’s receiving the death penalty, and he wanted to tell him that it was his own doing. But in the end McVeigh couldn’t bring himself to speak so openly about his carefully calculated plan to have the government execute him. He feared that by making it known he had sought “a deluxe suicide-by-cop package” it might somehow hurt his chances of realizing it. McVeigh could only hope that his easygoing manner would let Fortier know he did not hate him.


ASPD and BPD, Why Are They Different?

ASPD:
* Pervasive pattern of disregard for the rights of others.
* Failure to conform to social norms with respect to lawful behaviors.
* Deceitfulness, as indicated by repeated lying, using aliases, or conning others for personal profit or pleasure
* Impulsivity or failure to plan ahead
* Irritability and aggressiveness, as indicated by repeated physical fights or assaults.
* Reckless disregard for safety of self or others.
* Consistent irresponsibility, as indicated by repeated failure to sustain consistent work behavior or honor financial obligations.
* Lack of remorse, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalizing having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from another.

BPD:
* Pervasive pattern of instability of interpersonal relationships.
*  Frantic Efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.
*  A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.
*  Identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.
*  Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., spending, sex, drug abuse, or binge eating).
*  Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self-mutilating behavior.
*  Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood (e.g., intense episodic dysphoria, irritability, or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days).
*  Chronic feelings of emptiness.
*  Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent physical fights).
*  Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms.

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Above are the list of symptoms or characteristic traits for ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder) and BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder). I’m going to do my best to sift through these symptoms and differentiate between the two personality disorders. I’m sure, just reading this by yourself, you can already see a few differences and if it’s glaringly obvious that they’re not the same thing, then this post isn’t for you. 

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First Symptom: As you can see, those with ASPD have persistently shown to be out for themselves; they disregard the needs of others and only look to benefit themselves. Whereas those with BPD are unstable and have difficulty maintaining any sort of personal relationship; this could potentially be confused with persistent greed and only loving themselves quite like someone with ASPD, but the key difference here is that someone with ASPD is consciously disregarding the rights and needs of others for themselves. Those with BPD are impulsive and unstable in their identity and therefore frequently disassociate themselves with their identity and anything tied to it.

Second Symptom:  These aren’t even remotely the same. Again, someone with ASPD is looking out for them and only them. They will do what they want when they want. Someone with BPD is frequently dealing with abandonment issues (real or imagined) because of their unstable identity and the subsequent impulsivity that comes with it.

Third Symptom: Someone with ASPD is typically a chronic liar. They lie for personal gain or profit in one respect or another; they have the tendency to lie even when it serves no real purpose at all. Someone with BPD, again, has a problem with their identity and the relationships that come along with an identity. But they can still easily form a relationship and when they do, they’re intense in one form or another. The intensity can range from idolizing the other person in the relationship or completely devaluing them. Either way, intense fluctuation of strong emotions are seen here, and that’s completely opposite to the identity of ASPD. Sure, you might see someone with ASPD pretend to elicit emotions for personal profit, but there in lies the problem, they don’t have any empathetic value.  

Fourth Symptom: Those with ASPD and BPD tend to be impulsive and this, at times, can make it very difficult to differentiate between the two personality disorders. You have to remember that some personality disorders share symptoms, but if they’re categorized as different personality disorders they have enough clear and distinct symptoms to differentiate between the two. Though, those with ASPD do NOT share the loss of identity or lack of self-image that those with BPD deal with. Again, someone with ASPD might change their identity superficially in order to manipulate another but at the end of the day, they know who they are and realize that they’re putting on a show and nothing more. Someone with BPD frequently struggles to identity who they really are and why they exist; there is no returning to a normal, stabilized identity.

Fifth Symptom: Both those with ASPD and BPD have patterns of being aggressive at one point or another, but those with ASPD usually get angry or irritable because of X. Y. or Z. Those with BPD can experience random fits of anger for no reason whatsoever. Also, we’ve already established that both can be impulsive, but those with BPD tend to be impulsive in a self-damaging manner whereas someone with ASPD can be impulsive in almost any aspect of life.

Sixth Symptom: Those with ASPD tend to be reckless as well as impulsive. This recklessness comes with a lack of regard for safety for themselves or others around them, but while they may lack regard, they’re not intentionally trying to hurt themselves. Whereas  someone with BPD experiences reoccurring suicidal behavior with the explicit intention to harm themselves.

Seventh Symptom: Those with ASPD are also irresponsible and that’s categorized by failure to be consistent in work ethic, schedule, or anything of that nature. Someone with BPD is unstable in almost all regards. They frequently suffer from an intense change of mood and dissatisfaction with life. While someone with ASPD can be quick to get angry or lose their temper they’re not prone to random mood swings caused by nothing other than their neurological makeup.

Eighth Symptom: Those with ASPD exhibit a consistent lack of remorse that consists  of justifying or flat out not caring about whatever misconduct they’ve caused. Whereas someone with BPD will consistently feel empty. There is a very crucial difference here. While someone with ASPD may not be capable of feeling remorse or caring about their misgivings they usually DO NOT feel empty in their life. Doing whatever you want without regard or care for others is, reversely, rather freeing and invigorating.

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BPD has two more characteristics or symptoms more than ASPD so we can look at them by themselves and compare if we have to. 

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Ninth Symptom (BPD): Inappropriate or intense fits of anger that the individual usually has a hard time controlling. As we covered before, both those with ASPD and BPD can get angry quickly, but someone with ASPD is more prone to get angry because of a motive or provocation rather than being angry just to be angry like those with BPD.

Tenth Symptom(BPD): Short lasting and stress-related paranoid formation of ideas or dissociation from oneself. Those with ASPD tend to be very detached from their emotions and, therefore, aren’t know to have problems with anxiety or stress; they also tend to be very carefree and removed from any responsibility or obligation which is very inconsistent with the paranoia and stress related problems those with BPD deal with.

In summation, while those with ASPD and BPD do share some key traits they also tend to be dissimilar in many more. Trying to call the two the same thing would be like comparing a shark to a minnow because they both swim and have gills. I hope I’ve helped to clarify the confusion you might (or might not) have had between the two personality disorders.  

Source: DSM-5 (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders Fifth Addition).

I can’t help but think our society would be markedly improved if we had some set of formal rituals that 1) allowed you back down from a confrontation where you were wrong about the reasons for getting into it, while still saving face, and 2) get satisfaction for the fact you experienced subjective harm which wasn’t necessarily intended by someone else.

Seems like a society that’s more legalistic rather than customary and sees the natural consequence of there existing harm being someone at fault having to pay for it has fewer ways to let off steam in situations like this. Dueling with nerf swords or something, I don’t know.

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- schizophrenia + Ed Gein, David Berkowitz & Richard Chase.

Schizophrenia is a mental disorder that is characterized by at least 2 of the following  symptoms, for at least one month:

  • Delusions
  • Hallucinations
  • Disorganized speech (e.g., frequent derailment or incoherence)
  • Grossly disorganized or catatonic behavior
  • A set of three negative symptoms (Affective flattening : The person’s range of emotional expression is clearly diminished; poor eye contract; reduced body language. Alogia : A poverty of speech, such as brief, empty replies. Avolition : Inability to initiate and persist in goal-directed activities )

Individuals with schizophrenia evidence large distress and impairments in various life domains. Functioning in areas such as work, interpersonal relations, or self-care must be markedly below the level achieved prior to the onset of the symptoms to receive the diagnosis (or when the onset is in childhood or adolescence, failure to achieve expected level of interpersonal, academic, or occupational achievement).

Chase & Berkowitz were both diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia wich  is the most common subtype.  The defining feature of the paranoid subtype  is the presence of auditory hallucinations or prominent delusional thoughts about persecution or conspiracy. However, people with this subtype may be more functional in their ability to work and engage in relationships than people with other subtypes of schizophrenia.

man I’ve gotta say, I didn’t grow up reading Harry Potter but all of my friends did so I know enough stuff, and while I don’t really care to read the books the house system has always interested me. But with that said, I have always hated the jokes aimed at Hufflepuff. I was sorted into Hufflepuff when Pottermore came out (due to a VERY enthusiastic friend at the time), and I knew which I was going to be put in before I took the test, and I knew they would look at me with playful disgust and a hint of real disgust, to which they did hiss and side-eye me as they lamented saying “We’ll always remember you were smart anyway”

which, I understand, is teasing, but it really rubs me the wrong way because, from what I gather, the ideals of the house is founded on loyalty and hard work and that it is renowned for being understanding and accepting of people from all walks of life and that the students are markedly empathetic, and when I see people making fun of something where those are the primary ideals it just reminds me that there is a tried and true tradition of linking heightened emotions with diminished intelligence, and writing off feelings as being stupid and trite and nonsensical and something for children or people with small minds. And this bothers the heck out of me, because yes, I am an emotional person and I am thankful for my emotions because they help me understand and sort out the world while also rationalizing how I feel comparatively to the events that happen, and I also remember the years of being called “the dumb one” in high school for being, say, an extrovert, an artist, a non-conventional thinker who conflicted with my friends different (and not incorrect or lesser) way of thinking. And also, even if someone isn’t as smart as you, it’s downright cruel to mock people just because they might not fit to your standard - there are so many jokes where people sorted into this one house based off one children’s book series seem to always boil down to making fun of kids with learning disabilities or saying they have nothing special to offer or calling them “challenged”, and that’s really a low attack on people’s self worth, y’know?

Not to mention, from what I gather (and part of the reason why, though not through reading the books, the house system always seemed particularly interesting to me), is that, ultimately, you don’t go to a house you are strongly opposed to, and that while you are perhaps strongly recommended into one, you ultimately have the choice in the matter? So it’s frustrating to see things like hard work, loyalty, and an open heart and mind be treated as foolish, lesser, or inadequate.

anyway tl;dr stop and think before you make fun of people k

Everything had seemed to align with a certain goodness and relative peace that’d not been experienced since before Mace and Garlan had perished. Perhaps it was because the Rose Queen was so contentedly blinded by her own happiness to have another child in her arms–beautiful little Cassana, with her perfect Baratheon features–but Margaery did want to believe that things had improved markedly for their situation in the Rock. It was due in part, she knew, to Aegon.

As she sat out in one of the Rock’s sparse gardens–they had encouraged yellow roses to bloom there, and Margaery liked to tend to them–with her daughter in her arms, she looked up as a flustered servant came by and alerted her to a would-be visiter that she intended to send away so as to not interrupt the Queen. “No, that’s alright,” Margaery replied with a smile. “Their company would be welcomed.” 

Gerald / an inspector calls

In terms of his description at the beginning, it is revealed that Gerald is a product oh his upbringing - he is “well bred”. He, Eric and Sheila are of the same young generation but differ markedly in terms of the values and attitudes of their characters. Gerald adopts a far more traditional attitude and this is shown throughout, and in some places he undermines Sheila in terms of her naïveté, regardless of her understanding of the situation. His physical description presents him to be attractive, mirroring that of Sheila’s, and we understand that he has power within society, and as he ages this power and authority will also extend, giving him more status. Mr Birling seems to value Gerald like a son, and he understands that Gerald probably could have ‘done better’ than his own daughter. This reinforces the typical capitalist nature of society at this time - marriages often superficial, and also foreshadows what Gerald himself will be like in the future (Sheila states “id hate for you to know all about port like one of those purple faced old men”, which implies her own father). Later it is learned that Gerald had an affair with eva smith (daisy Renton), during the time when “[he] hardly came near [sheila] because [he was] too busy”. He initially denies any involvement until he learns of her other name, and gives himself away through body language gestures. He still denies involvement in her suicide, but does admit to the affair (“i hadnt set eyes on the girl for at least 6 months, i dont come into this suicide business). He used eva as his mistress in return for protection/a place to stay, and there are themes of genuine care / affection for eva. He is also willing to forget all responsibility once he learns there is no 'real’ inspector goole on the police force. He appears to be a product of his capitalist socialisation and upbringing, regarding his own interests in higher status and importance than the life of the working classes (mirroring the values of mr Birling) he finds it easy to forget the whole situation as he never took it seriously in the first place - he shows a complete disregard for the severity of the situation - "so Sheila, how about this ring?” This could be seen as emotional cover up, presenting a sense of strength, and thus also ignorance, in order to hide his weaknesses that have just come to light (he must keep up this façade of “man about town”) he may also be so willing to accept the idea that the inspector was not real, or that he showed photos of different girls, as this may give him hope that the daisy Renton he know may still be alive - he genuinely cared for her. Alternatively, he may just be too ignorant to acknowledge the true moral of the inspectors existence - he has been raised in, and praised by different aspects of capitalist society for too long. He relates to traditional values of the bourgeoisie more so than the socialist values that Eric and Sheila adopt, because those are the values that benefit him, and this is what he desires the most (socialism/a fairer society does not benefit Gerald, eg in terms of distribution of wealth, as he is one of the wealthy ones)