No wonder Sitwell exclaims, “Are you kidding me?” He fell at least 150 feet, smashed through a glass roof, and landed on a marble floor hard enough to bounce. By all rights he should have died on impact, or sustained enough spinal and pelvic damage to be crippled for life. Instead, he winces, staggers to his feet, and dashes for the garage.
That serum is a frickin’ MIRACLE.
#I WINCE EVERY TIME#like it’s a hard hit and he’s visibly stunned by it for an instant#but also the amount of time he spends trying to find an alternative route is like#’aw fuck no i don’t wanna have to jump AW FUCK I’M GONNA HAVE TO JUMP THIS IS GONNA SUCK SO FUCKING BAD’
#srsly tho he so incredibly does not want to jump like#’this is just like that one time in ‘43 dear god I hate this job’#’why couldn’t you just fuck off and draw things Rogers? no no gotta fall off fucking buildings for a living’#’gotta fall off fucking buildings because the organisation you make a living off is trying to kill you’#’fuck my life’#’can’t motivate myself out of this one here’s a stirring speech of FUCK THIS NOISE ow god why’ (Piratemoggy)
ONE TWEET. THIS FIT IN ONE TWEET. IF YOU FUCK IT UP YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE.
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Knowledge is power.
So I may have jumped on a certain bandwagon.
I’m actually crying right now. Something that seemed impossible for me might actually happen in the future. I just hope this isn’t repealed by the time I feel comfortable enough in my life to transition. I know this doesn’t seem important to most people but this just gave me another reason to keep moving forward with my life. 🙏
I HOPE THIS IS A THING FOR MY AMERICAN FRIENDS AHH!!!
Neville as eventual headmaster is very important to me though.
Neville, who thanks to his enduring friendship with Luna sees the vital importance of fostering interhouse relationships, downplays the rivalries between the houses without lessening the importance of intrahouse unity by pushing the Quidditch Cup and House Cup as more friendly competition than all-consuming-must-be-won-enimity and introducing other means of emphasising house pride for those students who are not athletically or academically talented to the point where they feel as though they’re making an important contribution to their house.
Neville, who has so much goodness and kindness in him, having a zero tolerance policy for bullying, by staff or students, and serious punishments set down in official school policy for anyone caught bullying or intimidating a student for any reason.
Neville, who saw first hand just how vital it is, throwing the Ministry-approved DADA curriculum out the window and working with the DADA teacher to build a useful curriculum based on his two most useful years of DADA classes, those being third, under Lupin, and fifth, under Harry.
Neville, who understands how hard it is not to be One Of Those Kids, ruthlessly digging out any elitest groups like the Slug Club and disbanding them.
Neville, who understands that sometimes the teachers don’t choose as wisely as they ought, introducing a democratic system for prefect and Head Boy/Girl selection.
Neville, who knows what it is to be the bottom of the class, making a point of introducing a voluntary tutoring system for students who are in the same position he once found himself in - and making certain that it’s well known that had such a system been in place when he was at Hogwarts, he would certainly have availed of it.
Neville, who is a hero and a marvel and wonderful, brave man, fostering that same bravery and goodness in every one of his students, fighting to help them become the absolute best people they can be regardless of academic talent or world-saving ability.
Neville, who is everything that Albus Dumbledore was not, setting to rights so much of the wrong Dumbledore allowed and sometimes encouraged in Hogwarts.
from More Elves of Color! Why Diversity in YA Fantasy Matters by Lori M. Lee (via bookriot)
Please read the whole post. It’s important.
I just want all my OTPs to have to do the high school fake-baby project together.
gus and shawn have an egg gus names it and sings to it and listens to its breathing over the baby monitor shawn forgets and turns it into a boiled egg for breakfast gus won’t speak to him for a week 'gus i said i was sorry' 'you ate our baby shawn. that is unforgivable. i draw the line at cannibalism.' 'so. we're eggs?' 'you know what i mean!' lassie can’t stop laughing juliet stops eating eggs out of respect for gus’s feelings the chief just wants to solve this goddamn bank robbery case (but she makes a mental note to never ask shawn to babysit her child) (via rob-anybody)
But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.
i read shit like this and think what could my imagination possibly have to add
like how do i write something about london that’s weirder than london already is?
I am taking the Piccadilly line to the airport tomorrow and wow, do I have something to think about now.