Concept: you know how magic schools like Hogwarts are always depicted as having these massive, sprawling campuses, but there never seem to be more than a few hundred students?
Rather than (correctly) assuming that the author simply has problems with scale, take that and run with it: the magic school is legitimately huge, and the students and teachers are only using like 1% of the total facility. The other 99% is both unused and - thanks to variable interior layout and loss of institutional knowledge over successive generations - largely unexplored.
Rumour has it that the school has a guidance counselor’s office, but those who search for it generally don’t return; being sent there is an often-wielded but never-exercised threat.
setting: modern, non-magical, reality/film star au; based on this
word count: 4,654 words
(7:22 am) Did you see
the casting news yet? For Boy Who Lived?
(8:15 am) fuck off its
(8:16 am) Ronald.
(8:17 am) unless they
chose to go with an actual fucking cgi flamingo i dont give a shit right now
and it can wait until tomorrow
(8:19 am) It really
can’t. Harry’s going to fire you when he finds out.
(8:19 am) ??????? get
ur blasphemous ass back to church no he’s not
(8:20 am) Yes, he is.
It was YOUR idea to scrap the chemistry test.
(8:23 am) omg what is
ur DAMAGE chemistry tests r dumb af harry hates them
(8:24 am) And sometimes
you have to act as his AGENT, not his best friend, and advise him to do the
things he hates, Ronald. Like chemistry tests.
(8:25 am) thx for the
fortune cookie fun fact i’ll pass it on to harry’s latest oscar nom ok
(8:29 am) Check
Variety. They reported on the casting this morning. There was a “leak” at the
(8:32 am) harrys gonna
fucking fire me ur right
Hollywood star tapped for female lead in Paramount’s Boy Who Lived
October 11, 2016. Los
Well, it’s official.
Seemingly permanent tabloid staple Pansy Parkinson (Hurricane Hollywood; The Hottie and the
Nottie), better known for her outrageous late-night party antics than she
is for her acting prowess, has been cast as Harry Potter’s (Under the Stairs) on-screen love interest for the futuristic
dystopian thriller, Boy Who Lived,
slated for release by Paramount sometime in Summer 2018. While Parkinson has
been persistently vocal about her desire to make the transition from her
Cristal throne in Vegas to the slightly more respectable silver screen, this
will be her first role in a major motion picture.
Approximately 95% of the Earth’s oceans are unseen by human eyes with 99% of the ocean floor being unexplored so it’s no surprise that new creatures are always being discovered, such a this “ghost octopus” which was discovered in 27 February, 2016. This cute little creature was discovered by a U.S. rover named Deep Discoverer 2.6 miles below the surface.
I learned a lot in the past year from my experiences and from people I’ve met. One of those people was my therapist who recently passed away. She taught me about how my perspective greatly and continuously influences the way I think, feel, and do. This playlist is inspired by her last words to me during (what was apparently) our final session; to forgive myself and let go and to know that what I see is just one of the many perspectives left unexplored. listen here + more playlists
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: angst and fluff ◇ word count: 19.367 ◇ warnings: implied sex, alcohol mention
⇢ present day
Jeon Jungkook doesn’t feel like home.
He feels like the thrill of the unknown and the unexplored, like that hesitant feeling of a new sensation under your fingertips. He’s like the first taste of a newly discovered flavor, one that hits your tongue and quickly spreads through your body from head to toe.
He is that shivering pulse that tickles down your back when you step into foreign ground, he is the excitement that mixes with fear when faced with something that is beyond your control. He is the wild, the unsuppressed. His mind, just like his stare, is clear but faraway; always looking through the walls that surround him and into something else, something that your imagination could probably never cover.
Me 50% of the time:
Wow, I love how Cassian isn't the goody-two-shoes character like I thought he was gonna be. There's so much undiscovered backstory to him. I love the unexplored morally grey area of this character. Diego really shows the struggle Cassian has as a weary war veteran...
Me the other 50% of the time:
OHMYGOSH. Cassian though. He's such a cutie with the cutest face and the cutest personality. He just cares about everyone so much. He undeniably loves Jyn. Basically, Cassian Andor would win "Sweetheart of the Year" and his yearbook description would be "Most Likely to Become an Angel."
The whole of BTS’s vocal line has potential that is going unexplored because of lack of vocal training. Jimin’s got a distinctive high range but tends to strain, V has a distinctive low range but lacks control, Jungkook has good tone but keeps his voice really tight, and Jin is one of the more stable live but is passable at everything else. Please, BigHit, you have so much potential there you haven’t unlocked yet.
I was thinking about the whole “Space the final frontier” thing and I realized that frontier is a really fucking colonialist term - like it carries a lot of implications about uninhabited, unexplored, untamed territories. Frontiers before the final one have been sites to be conquered, at the expense of the obliteration of the forgotten people that were already there.
And I was thinking about whether that could be seen as true for Star Trek too, like maybe it is actually not the best to think of space as the final frontier.
And then I realized that Kira had said almost exactly that in the very first episode of DS9, and while I’d gotten (and strongly appreciated) her point before, I’d never made the connection between that bit of perfection and one of the most iconic phrases associated with the franchise - she throws the idea of the frontier right back in Julian’s face.
Like wow did DS9 seriously set out to dismantle the utopia of the previous shows right from the start.
Here’s to new beginnings, to chaos and change. Here’s to rushing headfirst into the unexplored. Here’s to your excitement about all you will learn. Here’s to new experiences. Here’s to the sky and the universe and the vastness of your mind.
You can explore the solar system—and maybe even help scientists discover a new planet—thanks to Backyard Worlds: Planet 9, a new citizen-science tool developed by NASA in collaboration with the American Museum of Natural History and other partners and released today.
“It’s hard to believe, but our solar neighborhood is still unexplored territory,” said Jackie Faherty, a senior scientist in the Museum’s Department of Astrophysics and a collaborator on the project. “There are cold worlds hiding just a short distance from the Sun, and Backyard Worlds: Planet 9 is a platform for bringing citizen scientists into the search party.”
The very beginning, the very beginning– where do I start? Remember when you were lonely and wanted to have that one best friend who would talk to you until the sun forgets that it’s the sun, it needs to set in order for the stars to come out, it needs to share the sky with the moon– you see my best friend, she makes my soul feel every word– every word turned into a poem, no rock unturned, no road unexplored, no part of the ocean drowns me when we’re talking, no part of the sky is a mystery unless she says so, my best friend puts poetry into each fingertips and proclaims that I’m her favorite kind of poetry that likes to bleed into my readers, she says that my hearts too big, a million suns just won’t fit in there, my soul is too colorful, I’ve been eating paint and speaking in art. Wouldn’t you know, she makes everything have meaning. If you woke up a little later than usual just because you wanted to see the clouds come a little closer, she says dear little brother, don’t keep your head in the clouds for too long, you must come down, because even poets must stay grounded, and like a kite-string, my heartstrings tend to reach out for people who don’t understand, that when I say I love you– I mean it with every fiber, every cell, every memory, every teardrop, every raindrop, every erupted volcano, every wave from the ocean, every time I trip over a rock, every ring in a tree, every edge on a mountain, every wrinkle on her face, every letter in I love you, every second mark on a clock, every last drop of that bottle, every chemically engineered poison in that pill, and every poem that plans to write me. I give meaning just like that. She makes it so. She makes my hands write better. She makes my soul a little less lost. She makes my heart a little more full. She makes these words and every single fucking letter– they will always end in a poem. So when I say red, it’s because she’s just the right amount of sunset and sunrise trying to fit into our palms, you can hold the sky if it’s with the right person. So when I say pen, it’s because of this ink spilled smile that I keep having, some words have more meaning than others, but words can’t give meaning to our story. We’re a little swept under the rug, they have forgotten about us. We’re a little deeper than poetry, when I say she has my heart, when I say she has my soul, I mean guidance and quills must know love like how love has known us, when I say that she has my smile, when I say that she has my love– darling, my love won’t sleep, my love won’t sleep. When I bloom into pretty things it’s because of you and when I shine into the night it’s because of you. So when I say ankles, I’ve been breaking a leg to show you off, you’re the best thing about me. I’ve been watching the gestures and body language not given to people who don’t matter, you matter even if the sky tends to break past 2 am. If my first words were mother, my last words will be sister. She’s life that’s not strangers with death, some poetry is tragedy passed on as a love story, she lives her life near clouds and claims that she’s not fade just because it changes from night to day. She’s the one cloud that keeps track of her rainfall meter, she loves to write poetry and books, she’s the only thing that needs to see if you’ve been crying lately because those things are important. We need to let things out. It’s not safe to keep it in, it’s always good to vent. Everyone needs an outlet. If you’re planning to write your soul dry, might as well do it right. You’ll have a few typos, that just means it’s real. You’ve only been doing more feeling rather than overthinking, it’s all a step toward something. Maybe you won’t be perfect, but at least someone’s going to understand. We burn fast. We do. We love life, so we live it. We’re burnt out a few days, but we get right back up. She’s the kind of friend that’ll tell you off if you’re wrong. She makes sure to keep you straight. And if you can’t handle her bluntness, then you aren’t accepting. She accepts all of your flaws, but you must know about them. Darling, I’ve been holding onto your arms for too long, some nights I keep it short. I have less long nights when you’re my pillow. I sing my heart out when my shadows forget how to smile, I’ve been trying to be less poetic and more of myself– living your life in these words can drive you mad, she’s the person drinking tea with the mad hatter, she broke the rabbits clock and let’s him run loose– but she always makes sure to apologize to Alice for keeping her for way too long. We’re all a rabbit hole away from being artists and writers forever. I guess I made a home out of poems and lyrics, I guess I’m still a little bit crazy. My best friend? She’s the kind of person who says that things will look up even if the world is on fire and you’re 60 pills in during a solid week of fuck it. I’ve been having a rough time, but she reminds me to be soft. That being this sensitive will pay off one day. That being this poetic will make sense even if the clouds remain grey. That being this kind of person, it’s me. I can’t change the how. I am how I am because of the eyes that still look for love even if I’m all out of it. I can’t change my lungs, but she helps with the breathing. I can’t change this heart, so she makes sure to keep my feelings warm. A cup of poetry and a shot of honesty, I’ve been licking my own wounds while taking a shot at being better than how I’ve been to people that I’ve loved. I’m not perfect, I’m far from it. I’m not amazing, the poetry just paints me out to be. These words they come easy when you’ve been in love as long as me. You see, that’s the thing. Love changes us. Forever. A simple touch of vibrant colors and you’re set on fire. A simple thing turned complex by feelings. My best friend? She makes sure that I’m stable. She makes sure that these constellations are accurate. They don’t stray too far from my skies. We live and love in a code of words. We have a language between us that only we get. We have the kind of heart that likes to break, but maybe it’s just the wind. Maybe it’s just the weather. I won’t love everything about myself today, but as long as she’s here. I can always try. If the words leave us one day, know this one thing. We’ve all got a method to our madness, we just need the right kind of person to understand the formula to the questions. And that’s the best thing about her.
After a two year long intensive research, I was able to collect information about dick sizes and shapes and how the astrological signs influence them. For this particular scientific investigation in this unexplored realm, I concluded that more accurate results could be collected through the use of several methods. The methods were primarily pretested to validate the use of those particular approaches. The used methods of research concluded surveys (through Snapchat, Skype Calls and Twitter DM’s), observations (on various cam boy sites) and even personal, intimate Interviews (through the help of apps, such as Grindr).