the old dairy

  • Albus: Teddy, pretend to be my mom to Scorpius's mom.
  • Teddy: [picks up the phone] Hello? This is...Mum Potter. The children are playing swords. Sorry. Playing with swords. Oh no. They are dead. Do not call again. [hangs up]
  • Scorpius and Albus: ...
  • Teddy: Sorry, I panicked.
Disturbing Documentaries

1. Dreams of a Life (2011)

This documentary tells the story of Joyce Carol Vincent, whose body was found in January 2006, decomposing in her bed in Wood Green, North London. She apparently died unnoticed in December 2003, surrounded by unopened Christmas presents with her TV still turned on. The film interviews various friends, acquaintances, and former partners to try to tell the story of Joyce.

2. The Cheshire Murders (2013)

This film studies the murder-robbery case that occurred on July 23, 2007. Jennifer Hawke-Petit and her two daughters were raped and murdered, while her husband, Dr. William Petit, was injured during a home invasion in Cheshire, Connecticut. This case was referred to as “possibly the most widely publicized crime in the state’s history.”

3. Child of Rage (1992)

The film is based on the true story of Beth Thomas, who suffered from severe behavioral problems as a result of being sexually abused as a child. Beth was adopted after it was found that she was being sexually abused by a family member. During her stay with the family, she tried to kill her brother several times and even attempted to sexually abuse him. The film was shot in Vancouver, British Columbia. 

4. The Imposter (2012)

This documentary is about the 1997 case of the French confidence trickster Frédéric Bourdin, who impersonated Nicholas Barclay, a Texas boy who disappeared at the age of 13 in 1994. The film includes interviews with Bourdin and members of Barclay’s family, as well as actual television news footage

5. Cropsey (2009)   

This film initially begins as an examination of "Cropsey”, a boogeyman-like figure from the New York urban legend, before segueing into the story of Andre Rand, a convicted child kidnapper from Staten Island.

6. The Bridge (2006)

This film covers the depressing truth about the Golden Gate Bridge, capturing a large number of suicides during the documentary.The film also features interviews with family and friends of some of the identified people who had thrown themselves from the bridge that year. The Golden Gate Bridge, which first opened in May 1937, was the most popular suicide site in the world during the documentary’s filming, with approximately 1,200 deaths by 2003

7. There’s Something Wrong With Aunt Diane (2011)

This documentary discusses the traffic collision that occurred on July 26, 2009,  where eight people were killed when a minivan driven by 36-year-old Diane Schuler, after traveling 1.7 miles in the wrong direction on the parkway, collided head-on with an oncoming SUV. The deaths included Schuler, her daughter and three nieces, and the three passengers in the SUV. The crash was the worst fatal motor vehicle accident to occur in Westchester County, New York

8. Capturing the Friedmans (2003)

This film focuses on the 1980s investigation of Arnold Friedman and his son Jesse for child molestation of several of their students. They held computer classes in their home where many children attended. During police interviews, some of the children that the Friedman’s taught reported experiencing bizarre sex games during their computer classes. Arnold Friedman committed suicide in prison in 1995, leaving a $250,000 life insurance benefit to his son. Jesse Friedman was released from New York’s Clinton Correctional Facility in 2001 after serving 13 years of his sentence.

9. Night & Fog (1955)

This documentary depicts the cruel reality of the Nazi Concentration camps. The film features footage from the liberation of camps in 1945 where malnourished humans are seen emerging out of the camps, voicing the life left in their lungs on to the camera.

10. Brothers Keeper (1992)

This documentary follows the case of Delbert Ward, an illiterate 59-year-old dairy farmer who was accused of murdering his brother Bill, in the bed that they shared for 50 years. The Ward brothers were four bachelors ranging between 59-71 and living in extreme poverty. One theory suggests that the slain brother, Bill, suffered the consequence of a sexual act gone wrong. What’s more disturbing is the fact that he was later acquitted of the crime after it was found out that the New York State Police coerced a confession out of him as he was illiterate.

Don’t be afraid to add to this list

wildbach  asked:

Any advice for an artist that is perpetually on the brink of starting a comic? sometimes it seems like such a monumental effort, and i don't know where to start.

Just go for it! Remember not everything has to go on the internet. I spent most of my youth drawing stuff that was never seen by anyone. It was just for my own amusement, and I didn’t care how crappy it was. I was having fun. That’s how it should be for you too. I used to write in old, unused dairies my Dad found for me.

See? Below is comic I wrote when I was about 14. I was so lame I thought jokes with Ernie and Bert arguing about pissing on the toilet floor were funny.


I was obviously not a stellar artist either. Wanna see my Year 12 report card?

So what I’m saying is go for it. It does not matter how your stuff turns out or even if you finish it. Make comics for yourself because you love them. Not for anyone else. And then you’ll be on your way :)

Althorp House Northamptonshire England

The dairy, Althorp House, with 1786 Wedgwood dairy pots.

Creep [Radiohead Cover]
Melanie Martinez
Creep [Radiohead Cover]

Melanie Martinez is crazy talented. I discovered her music late last year / early this year, though her song Dollhouse and have admired her ever since. Her cover of Radiohead’s Creep is incredible and is definitely my favourite cover she’s ever done !!

[Buy her album, Crybaby, out August 14 !!]

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Sometimes the only direction to move is forward…

We got a new buckling, ¼ Alpine and ¾ Toggenburg, poled, about three weeks old from dairy lines. His Papa was huge at 200 lbs. but very gentle and curious. He’ll be our new herd sire.

Jr. named him Tanngrisnir (Tann for short), being a big fan of Thor’s goats.

He looks like a Swiss cake roll.

February 28, 2017.

Finding the Frost Wind

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SHIP: HiJack (Hiccup and Jack Frost)


The air was crisp like a mint leaf and it howled without rest pulling the grayscale clouds over the skies. They stole the sun and the warmth from the land far sooner than the people expected them to. The golden hue of the cornfields which had reached their peak of brightness because of the year’s harvest was diminished by the darkened sky. The green hairs in holding the ears of corn shivered for they weren’t expecting the days after their emergence to be so unwelcoming.

Berk was a town known far and wide, from Beach City to Empire City, as having the best harvest in the tri state area. Some might say they are the only harvest place in the entire tri state area, if not for some rumors about a crop field as big as theirs somewhere nearby. Whatever the case, Berk’s townspeople lives and worshipped the harvest they bring in each year. Every year they’d bring in buckets after buckets of vegetables, wiping their brows of sweat each time, ignoring the summer heat because it only served to fuel their muscles. So it came as a shock to them when there was no greeting summer sun to signal the impending harvest.

“By Odin’s fanny, wise the dang wind so strong today, again? For the fifth time this week,” groaned Gobber, the town’s premiere, if not only, welder. A fat man with his long beard tied in twin tails, he was fixing a loose bolt on his prized tractor, one he called Grumpy for reasons unknown to any of the townspeople.

Next to him was Berk’s pride and joy: Stoick, the hulking owner of the massive cornfield. He glared at the uncooperative skies with distaste. The massive muscles on his arm pulsated and protruded with the anger swelling beneath them. He stroked the ends of his beard which reached down to his powerful chest.

“I don’ understand it, Gobber. Every yeer the harvest grows.”

“Yup.”

“Every yeer we collect the harvest.”

“Ah-huh.”

“And every yeer we celebrayte with a dip in the river to cool off. So why is it this yeer we’re gettin’ cold winds and a freezing river?”

“I don’ understand it either, Stoick, are dads never had to deal with this. Well mai dad especially; I still say that ‘retirement’ crap was a load. Maybe we’re the generation that gets unlucky,” said Gobber

           Stoick dropped himself down on the stack of hay next to his old friend and sighed deeply. The lack of summer sun heating his burly beard wasn’t the only thing occupying the farmer’s mind. Out of the corner of his eye his second dilemma struggled to get a cow back into the barn.

           “Come on, Betsy, work with me here,” struggled the young Hiccup, Stoick’s son. The old dairy cow was doing the exact opposite, instead savoring the grass beneath it, with every bite slower than the last. Hiccup crashed his body into her side repeatedly. “Why. Are. You. So. Heavy?”

           The last push threw Hiccup to the ground with the recoil. His mouth readied itself to shout with the pain, but he noticed his dad watching from the distance. Hiccup shot back up to his feet, brushing off the dirt and the pain on his shoulder with a cocky grin.

           “Don’t worry, Dad, Betsy’s no trouble. I’ll have her.” He started pushing again. “In. The. Barn. In no time.”

           It was obvious the dairy cow wasn’t moving despite the thin boy’s efforts. Stoick ran his hands across his face with disgust.

           “Huh, can’t take ‘em anywhere, can ya’?” Gobber joked.

           “What’ema goin’ do with him, Gobber?” Stoick groaned.

           “You can start by lettin’ him find his stride. Hiccup’s not gonna find his stride doin’ jobs for someone like you, Mister Muscles for blood.”

           Gobber downed a hefty jug of beer down his throat and passed the cup to Stoick who downed the rest, which was still plenty of beer. He even shook it to get the last drops to touch his tongue.

           “That was the last thing I had. I put him through evyrthin’, Gobber, believe me. Herdin’ the cattle was the last thing on my list.”

           “Give it time, Stoick. Me, it took me fourteen yeers to find mai calling.” Gobber nestled his blowtorch, which was still on, and tractor in his arms. “Oh Spit. Oh Grumpy. Never leave me.”

           Stoick rolled his eyes. “I’m gettin’ another drink.”

           Gobber kept his eye on Stoick as he walked away, with a disapproving grunt outlining his exit, but then he switched to Hiccup who finally got Betsy to start moving.

           It would be more accurate to say Hiccup was fruitlessly pushing Betsy while the cow moved on its own accord. The shadow of the barn’s door fell over them as Hiccup was in the last stretch of his journey. Sweat piled on his brow, his heart was racing, and his breath was losing him. But at long last Betsy was in her pen and Hiccup closed the wooden door behind her.

           “I did it! Yeah!” Hiccup cheered, recovering the energy he had lost in an instant. He raced outside. “Dad! Dad! Did you see—that?”

           The excited fourteen year old discovered he was alone. Gobber left his tractor and his father was nowhere to be seen. The wind tussled Hiccup’s unruly brown hair over his eyes, and with the sweat on his face the strands clung to his skin.

           “Ah great.”

           Hiccup threw off his work boots and sat at the foot of the massive cornfield. He mumbled his complaints to himself, but for his own reasons complaining out in the open didn’t feel right. Reluctant to get up now that he just took a seat, Hiccup took a stroll through the town.

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Teddy Lupin

Teddy Lupin, who ends up in Hufflepuff, just like his mom and always worries about other people first.

Teddy Lupin, showing little James how to ride a broom and helping Rose braid flowers in her hair. 

Teddy Lupin, with his blue hair undercut and nose ring, which bothers his Gran, but then she remembers how Tonks used to dress the same way and so she lets him be.

Teddy Lupin who has a tattoo of the moon that keeps proper phase on his arm, because it reminds him of his dad, and he never can fall asleep properly when it’s full. 

Teddy Lupin, who crushes hard on boys and girls. (And looking through old dairies of his mom discovers that this is just one more thing he had in common with both of his parents.) And sometimes he puts streaks of pinks and purple in his blue hair, because he’s proud of who he is. 

Teddy Lupin with Viccy, talking about the girls and boys they both think are cute, but no one is as cute as each other, snogging in doorways. 

Gender Fluid Teddy Lupin who sometimes feels more like a boy and sometimes feels more like a girl. Who sometimes wants to wear army pants and sometimes wants to wear leather mini skirts, and Viccy thinks that he looks gorgeous in both. 

Teddy Lupin who tried smoking because he thought it looked cool, but never could quite get the hang of it, and Viccy never liked it anyway, so he gives up on the whole endeavor. 

Teddy Lupin, who sometimes feels lonely because being an orphan feels that way, but then he gets a care package from the Potters, full of chocolate frogs and a drawing of him on a broom that Al did in crayon, and he remembers that he actually has a pretty huge family after all.

Teddy Lupin who sneaks out of his dorms late at night just to watch the moon. 

Teddy Lupin covered in moving tattoos and in an old tweed jacket of his dads wearing a smile just like his moms. 

Punk Gender Fluid Bisexual Tattooed Teddy Lupin desperately in love with his bisexual part Veela girlfriend.