we'll rule the world

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You will have to forgive me for extrapolating wildly from the vague hints here but DID CLOW REED ALREADY USE THE RUINS TO TRY AND FREAKING RESURRECT SOMEONE?

CLOW WHY. 

AND WHY DOES YUUKO LOOK SO SAD. DID SHE KNOW THE PERSON, OR IS SHE JUST SYMPATHETIC TOWARDS WHAT CLOW WAS TRYING TO DO? DID IT END REALLY BADLY? 

I mean I assume at least part of this plotline was entirely caused by Clow Doing The Thing™ so it’s safe to say that it DID end badly, one way or the other. 

But, like. Scaling it back to more solid things, at least we know for sure that both Evil Wolverine and Lava Lamp Guy probably want to bring back someone from the dead, and that even the Tsubasa power isn’t actually enough to pull that off, but they’ll probably break the universe trying to do it anyway. 

So it’s possible that the most ‘millennial vs boomer’ thing I’ve seen to date is millennial Kirsty Major making an intelligent, well-written and fastidiously documented point on how the Tories’ economic plans are window dressing which will only benefit those who’re already well off, while boomer Sean O’Grady whines on about how his parents had to fight a war and millennials use their railcards to go to parties and why should he contribute to any of it?

I absolutely love when folk and dance get merged into one song and an extremely good example of it is Steve Aoki’s collaboration with Walk Off The Earth. The track called Home We’ll Go (Take My Hand) starts off with wholesome guitar strum and with the lush harmonies from Walk Off The Earth and then the chorus comes in and you’ll be dancing in practically no time. I highly recommend playing this at your next pre drinks - Jakk

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RECIPE TO GET ATTRACTIVE OLDER MEN

I’LL SHOW YOU MY MASTER PLAN:

1.- KIDNAP ALL TEENAGERS AND BOYS BETWEEN 17-30 YEARS OLD.

2.- KEEP THEM ON BARRELS FOR 20 YEARS (like good wine)

3.- TADA! WE HAVE OUR PERFECT OLDER MEN.

Extra.- (experts only) IF YOU POUR TEA ON THE BARRELS YOU’LL GET BRITISH WELL-DRESSED and ELEGANT OLDER MEN.

JOIN THE CLUB. 

FOR A BETTER FUTURE.

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Butterflies, butterflies…We were meant to fly, 
You and i, you and I, colors in the sky, 
We could rule the world someday somehow, 
but we’ll never be as bright as we are now. 

We’re standing in a light that won’t fade, 
Tomorrow’s coming but this won’t change, 
Cause some days stay gold forever. 
The memory of being here with you, 
Is one I’m gonna take my life through, 
Cause some days stay gold forever. *

Join us, Harry. Fight for freedom.

Define freedom.

Let's call it a dramatic reorganization. They want freedom; 
we'll give them freedom. A free world, Mr Potter. A world where we 
can use our wands without having to hide. Wizards and proud. You'd 
like that wouldn't you, Mr Potter? No more hiding. No more being 
locked up. Don't - Mr Potter, I know. Nobody wants freedom. 
They want safety, comfort - a warm bed at night. We'll give them 
safety. We'll give them a safe world. One where we make the rules 
... and magic is might.

MAGIC IS MIGHT!No.

You poor naive boy.

No! This isn't freedom you're offering. This is fear!

So you won't join with us?

I'd rather kill myself than join you.

Pity, Mr Potter, and you were so promising. ... AVADA KED-

EXPELLIARMUS!

                

Well it didn’t quite happen like that, says Harry - I’m not a Death Eater, Ron grumbles in the background - and Albus’ face falls.

It’s just a story, he adds, trying to will his sons into understanding, without actually saying it out loud, just how garbled the truth has become over the years.

Sensationalist fiction, Hermione adds drily as she stops Ron from chucking them all into the fire (I’m not a Death Eater, not even a brainwashed, Imperiused one - yes dear, we know - yeah but they don’t - Ron dear).

There’s a lot more… statistics. Like an iceberg. Of people, he says apologetically, Doing Things, and James crosses his arms, looking distinctly unimpressed. Ginny rolls her eyes and Hermione mutters something about Archduke Ferdinand and world war one underneath her breath.

I’ll tell you later, Harry fidgets with his robes and Ginny glares at him.

About statistics

Something like, says Harry, but more interesting