I’ve given up on us and you should too
what’s kept me from sleeping the past three nights (via dreary-sadness)
The signs on Halloween.
"GET SPOOPY!" *pulls spoopy pranks*: Taurus, Virgo, Sagittarius
*whips out pumpkin and starts carvin'* aesthetic: Leo, Libra, Capricorn
"TRICK OR TREAT" *shows up in a hella awesome costume and everyone gets the spoops*: Aries, Gemini, Cancer
who even knows what they're doing... hunting ghosts, maybe: Scorpio, Aquarius, Pisces
I love that they chose one alien asking about immaculate conception
as a great opportunity to remind us that the other alien in the room
is a huge star wars nerd
Remus Lupin fought alongside Frank and Alice Longbottom in the Order of the Phoenix. He probably knew their fate, how they were tortured into madness and forced to leave their son in the care of his grandmother.
Lupin probably guessed that Neville’s biggest fear would be similar to what he guessed Harry’s would be- Lord Voldemort, or in Neville’s case the death eater who tortured his parents - and was planning on stepping in before Neville faced the boggart so a bunch of 13 year olds wouldn’t see Bellatrix Lestrange cackling and spitting curses in their classroom.
But then Severus Snape insults Neville in front of his class, tries to shame a 13 year old boy in front of a new teacher, and Lupin is so angry. Because he had hoped that after 13 years, now they were adults, maybe Snape had gotten over himself a little and realized that he was a teacher and responsible for these kids, but apparently not. Apparently Snape was still the same petty, angry ,bitter child that he’d been in school, except now he’s bullying children half his age instead of yelling slurs at classmates.
And so Lupin sees the terror in Neville’s face and realizes that, oh my god he fears his potions teacher more than the people responsible for his parents. And Lupin is so indignant and outraged that he KNOWS he has to give this kid some leverage, some way to stand up to his tormentor, and gives that to him. Lupin stands up and tells Neville EXACTLY how to conquer his fear and, moreover, how to do it in front of all his classmates who laughed at him for being scared.
Remus Lupin starting off the school year by letting his students confront their biggest fears, so nothing else they face that year will be as scary. If you can beat your biggest fear, how bad can a test be? Or a big quidditch match? Or being rejected by the girl you ask out?
Remus Lupin truly, deeply, cared about his students. And Snape got him fired.
FCUK THIS IM SCREAMIGN
siriuslesss
FUCKING SHIT WHATS THIS MADNESS IM SO HURT
Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers
Welcome to the end of eras: Scorpio, Aquarius, Pisces
Ice has melted back to life: Gemini, Virgo, Capricorn
Done my time and served my sentence: Aries, Sagittarius
Dress me up and watch me die: Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Libra
James Potter was what you would consider a reckless wizard. He didn’t worry about petty things, nor was he concerned about school so much. He would ace those exams anyway. He didn’t really worry about his messy hair, because his father would high five him whenever he escaped his mother’s grabby hands holding that damned potion. He was an only child, so he didn’t need to worry about feeling less loved than his sibling either. He pranked, he laughed and he cheered.
James Potter took a werewolf under his wing, one his parents were a little hesitant about at first. He befriended a brainwashed pureblood, but James didn’t care about that either. Sirius was fun, just as reckless and smart as he was, and had a good heart. The latter was more important to James than the purity of blood ever could be. He befriended the little, fat kid that was bullied by Slytherins on their first day in class. He was a protecter and if he ever worried, it was for those he loved.
Lily Evans was not a careless girl. She studied hard, but partied even harder every now and then. Not in the way her future husband did. She partied with her friends at home, in their dorm with chocolate and off key singing. Lily was bright, smart and slayed with her sass. Hurricane Lily didn’t leave anyone devastated in her wake, but she left them forever changed. She was the kindest witch but the fiercest warrior when crossed.
Lily Evans did not take prisoners, not in any aspect of her life. When she loved, she loved fiercely. When she was angry, her soul burned and when she laughed, the birds tittered along. She wasn’t resentful, wasn’t good at holding grudges, but she was good at teasing her husband, at pranking their friends. She worried about the war, about the future, but nevertheless she smiled. Because as long as she had her friends, and him there would be a future worth fighting for;
Together they liked defying the odds, together they protected. Before James was just a fighter. “A bit of a tosser, really,” Lily would joke. Before they were caring parents, loving friends and brilliant spouses with witty jokes to brighten the darkest days. After their names were celebrated along with their son’s, who they were forced to leave behind. The Potters had defeated the greatest evil they had ever faced, and in a way Lily and James Potter had destroyed their last enemy as well. For their names would forevermore echo through eternity, and they would never be forgotten.
The Signs as Salem Saberhagen
Aries:
Taurus:
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Scorpio:
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Capricorn:
Aquarius:
Pisces:
Source: quit-putting-glue-on-the-cat
Even when I’m 42 the taste of wintergreen gum will always remind me of you and late night phone calls that last until 6:00 am. We told each other everything in those hours, and I swear I could hear you listening through the telephone chord as I spoke.
I will look for signs of you in everyone I meet and that, I don’t believe will never change. Your witty comments and tongue that spilled stories of embarrassing 5th grade moments and your first love experience.
Because, I fell in love with you, how such a fascinating person was given to the world as a gift and how I managed to meet you in your glory days.
Unique as a lonely star in the galaxy, that burned down to earth.
Thank you for showing me the beautiful world through different eyes before you turned to dust. I’ll never forget you.
I will never, ever,
forget you.
Before You Turned to Dust // J. M. M. (via growingasweknowit)
blackness-by-your-side
Cop Accused Of Raping a Girl At the Gunpoint Was Justified
A Boynton Beach police officer was just found not guilty after he offered a stranded 20-year-old girl a ride home and was accused of bringing her to an empty field and brutally raping her at gunpoint.
Officer Stephen Maiorino, 35, was charged with armed sexual battery, armed kidnapping and unlawful compensation or reward for official behavior last year after police discovered his disgusting actions on the night of October 15.
The victim, a 20-year-old woman, was left stranded downtown after a friend she was riding with was arrested on DUI charges. According to the police report, Maiorino offered the young woman a ride to the station so she could wait for someone to pick her up.
At this point, a waking nightmare began for the young woman in Maiorino’s car. Maiorino did drive her to the police station, but when she tried to get out of the car, he grabbed her and told her that if she didn’t perform oral sex on him, he would arrest her, according to the police report.
Obviously fearful of this psycho cop, she agreed, and the officer drove off 20 blocks north of the department, which is located near the intersection of Seacrest and Boynton Beach boulevards, to an abandoned field.
Maiorino then held the young woman at gunpoint and forced her to strip naked. He then forced her to the hood of his car and raped her, according to the report. She said she was facedown, held in place on the hood with his right hand. During the assault, she told police, she looked back at her attacker and saw the gun in his left hand.
Investigators found the condom Maiorino used to allegedly rape the woman in the field the next day.
According to the report, when Maiorino was finished raping the woman, he told her that if she told anyone, he would kill her and her family.
On Tuesday, the cries of the alleged victim, his 21-year-old accuser, filled the courtroom as the words “not guilty” were read out loud.
According to the Sun-Sentinel, she wailed, “No! No!” before her dad held her as she stumbled out the door. She screamed and cried out, “Why?” before being helped onto an elevator.
The defense’s case was that this hero veteran police officer messed up and had consensual sex while on duty last October.
Maiorino never had to take the stand.
His entire case was based on building him up while breaking down and discrediting the young woman. The defense claimed that the woman only fabricated this story as to later attempt to get money from the department.
Unlike Maiorino, the woman did take the stand. “That would make me the most evil human being in the whole world,” she said, calling the allegations a fabrication “a disgusting thing to do to ruin someone’s whole life.”
The defense went on to say that the young woman craved sex on the patrol car “perhaps to be cool.”
They used a photo of her in high school posing on the hood of a car in a “strikingly similar position” as proof that she was lying about the rape.
Despite their entire case relying on defaming a young woman, the jury sided with the cop — likely for obvious reasons.
That’s incredible. Photo of a girl posing on the hood of a car can justify a rapist in future. Girl’s words meant less for trial than Maiorino’s silence (he haven’t to take the stand). This is police officer’s privilege – the uniform makes him look safe or at least he can order you to anything because you have to cooperate with police – there were many cases when cops were justified even after murders when the victim didn’t listen for cop’s orders. So police can afford all kinds of bad crimes legally. That’s unbelievable.
Wow.
savadordali
This is my area bruh
bootyscientist
I want blood
i want his head. i really want him dead i dont care.
kenzsawesomeblog
@cassyscanlan rape culture is alive and fucking real in America. Holy fuck, I’m so livid
cassyscanlan
@kenzsawesomeblog this is so horrible and disgusting, I can’t believe it. It makes me so ashamed that the justice system is going down the tubes in the U.S. The obvious bias and inequality is shown. Not only am I afraid being a woman, I’m now even more afraid that if something were to happen, nobody would believe me and help me.
If you had chosen me we would have been the brightest constellations in the sky, as clear to see as Orion’s belt from my front porch. If you had chosen me we would have been tracing pathways of fire with our fingertips and 7pm wanders in the setting sun and 3am conversations under the moon and 11.30am brunches on rainy days. If you had chosen me we would have been smiling eyes and laughter lines and stars shooting across the sky whenever your shoulder brushed against mine.
Or maybe if you had chosen me we would have been long silences and flinching away from accidental touches and smiles turned upside down and eyes sparkling with tears instead of stars.
Maybe we would have been beautiful. Maybe we would have been a catastrophe. I still just kinda wish you had chosen me.
But it’s probably best that you didn’t, 14/10/2015 (via afadingdancer)
My mother is not an easy woman to live with. She is fiercely dramatic, a lover of all literature, with opinions stronger than most people’s. She is everything that is a part of me.
My father is not an easy man to live with. He is selflessly helpful on the worst days, loyal to his core, with patience weaker than most people’s. He is everything that is a part of me too.
But I am also me, so different than either of them. I am a feminist to the core, an anxious soul in a fast paced world, fighting to get away from the constraints of the place I call home. I never want to be bound to being just like my mother or like my father forever. I wish to constantly evolve, desirably into someone who I needed when I was younger; for I never wanted to be anything like my mother or my father when I sat in his car confessing how my father was unfaithful and my mother was crazy.
excerpts from a book i’ll never write (via letters-anonymous)
But this is how it happens:
You come to find that wanting something doesn’t make it right. And that little, nagging feelings in your gut aren’t easily ignored. Because little feelings grow. And suddenly you see that you’re trying to be something you’re not.
And you begin to accept that serendipitous beginnings don’t necessarily have pretty endings. And caring very much sometimes isn’t enough.
This is how it happens.
You take a step back and he doesn’t follow. Which is hard, but somehow okay. Because at the end of the day, it’s not about a chase.
And some days pass where you hardly think of this boy that was so nearly something. And while puppy kisses aren’t quite the same, you find joy and peace in quiet evenings of books and candles and pasta and this thing called living.
But there are times that you still think of all the things that might have been. And so you pour a second glass of wine and fill empty parking spaces with word-scribbled pages and set your phone just out of arm’s reach. Because sorry’s and I-miss-you’s wouldn’t change the fact that this is how it happens, sometimes.
c.g. | excerpt from a book i just might write #5 (3/3)
I’m sick of having rules for breakfast. I’m done with having expectations for lunch. If I have to swallow another bowl of conservative beliefs for dinner, I fear there will be nothing left in my stomach.
saintly-sinner (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
let her bloom naturally. don’t change her into a flower you saw in someone else’s garden. water her when she needs it, but let her be.
iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
I’d much rather be someone’s shot of whiskey than everyone’s cup of tea.
Carrie Bradshaw (via luckisforsuckerss). (via gaixoa)
I think I identify so strongly with James Potter because I too straddle the border between casual arrogance and violent insecurity
I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds.
Andrea Gibson (via lthoom)
fckapologies-deactivated2016091
i need to stop writing poems after midnight.
poems that kiss my knuckles before asking me to punch, poems that hold guns with steady hands and make my mother cry when she is alone.
i imagine the first time we kiss. i imagine i bite the inside of my cheek so hard that i begin to equate the idea of you with blood on my lips.
love is something that tastes more like iron rather then flowers. here it is again, you with your hands on me touching me like scalpel, touching like cleaver trying to separate the meat from these holy bones.
we kiss again, gunshot wound to gunshot wound
mouths like strawberry jam.
mouths like a stain that won’t wash out.
this is me, trying to write another love poem
that doesn’t begin with
YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A BUTCHER’S SHOP
or
LET ME TEACH YOU HOW TO HOLD A KNIFE
or
I WANNA BE YOUR SLAUGHTERHOUSE.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I want to write you a poem that isn’t bloody, but that’s all I’ve ever known love to be.
strange what desire will make foolish people do.
09/08/15 1:09 am
(via slovvdown)