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i HAD to repost it

And they act as if we all lived like that????

seeing the insides of rich peoples houses in tiktok videos only serves to radicalize me further

people with speech impediments, vocal stims, tics, stutters, an obvious accent, who are mute (to any degree), who talk to themselves, or who have any other noticeable vocal traits, you’re all really cool and wonderful and I’m wishing u all an epic and poggers night

Lovely.

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

you mentioned in one of your merlin hcs about how his magic doesn't like being repressed and at times it gets to be really bad and i was like wondering,,, if you would please write something on it-

Ohhhhhhh yeah, yeah! Here ya go:

Merlin knew it was going to bad the second he saw his hand. Black and blistered with a worrying amount of stiffness to it. He swallowed, looking around desperately for a bandage while internally reassuring himself this time would be no different than others.

...it was a lie. It shouldn’t have been, but it was. Merlin could argue that he had dealt with his, uh, issues by himself for years. Well, maybe not years. His mother had always been there. Then there was Gaius... and then Lancelot.

And now nobody. His mother was in Ealdor, Gaius safely tucked away in his quarters, and Lancelot...

He wasn’t going to think about Lancelot right now.

The point was that it was an inopportune time for his body to revolt while out in the middle of the woods with limited medical supplies and absolutely no moral support. He took a long breath. It would be fine. He would be fine. Perhaps he could just wait until everyone was asleep and -

“Merlin!”

Completely, totally, utterly fine.

“I already fed the horses,” Merlin said, hastily wrapping his hand. “And took care of dinner.” He added. Arthur barely looked up from where he was skinning a rabbit, eyes somewhere between distracted and thoughtful.

“Have you - what did you do?” He interrupted himself with a nod towards Merlin’s hand. “You didn’t fall over again did you?” He snorted. Merlin gave what he hoped to be a playful glare.

“I cut it on your - ah,” He gasped, falling forward a bit. Leon appeared from nowhere to steady him. “Javelins.” He managed and another sharp tug of pain radiated through his body. He felt it twist in his chest, moving down his arms and towards his stomach. He tried not to cry out. “Um,” He began. Leon was saying something. “I... might just need to lay down. Tired. Just tired.” He said, giving a shaky laugh. Elyan’s face appeared.

“Merlin?” He asked and the pain momentarily ebbed away. It was then he realized he was surrounded by bewildered knights. “Are you-?”

“Yeah,” he said quickly, “I was just... working late with Gaius last night. Might need a quick nap is all.” He said. Gwaine was staring at him oddly, lips pressed into a thin line as he looked him up and down. “Is that okay?” He asked, turning to Arthur.

“Yeah, go ahead.” He said, waving him away with a note of exasperation, “I’m not sure why I don’t plan for your poor health.” He said lightly though there was a slight purse to his lips. Merlin gave a sneer in return, but it felt a little weak as he stumbled towards the cot he has thrown by the fire.

Then the world turned white... and Lancelot was there.

“Am I dead?” He mumbled, trying to sit up only for a wave of pain to hit, confirming that he was still very much alive. “Ah... no.” He whispered and a hand was on his shoulder while the rest of the world dissolved into whispers.

“Hey. Merlin, what’s happening?” Lancelot asked. Part of the weight on him disappeared. Thank God. He didn’t have to do this alone.

“Again. Shouldn’t have waited.” He mumbled and Lancelot frowned, rubbing the side of his arm consolingly. “Too tired to get rid of it.” He yawned.

“Okay,” Lancelot said, “Let’s fix it. Um, what do we do?” He asked. Merlin gave a sharp jerk as another burning pain jolted through him. There was an irony there to be sure. If he got caught using magic... he burned. If he didn’t use magic.. he still burned.

“What... what you normally do.” Merlin hissed and Lancelot reached forward to wipe some sweat from his brow. “Please. Knife?” He asked. Lancelot winced.

“Knife? What does he mean knife-”

“-what it said!”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier? We should have-”

“-even know what’s causing this.”

Merlin let out a soft whimper and the noise went silent. Right. He turned and reached for his pack blindly, ignoring the burning in his arms growing more and more demanding.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Lancelot said. Though to who was unclear. Merlin’s brain felt too fuzzy to sort it out. “When he came back with Merlin after the dorocha he gave me the letter. I didn’t know what it was, but my guess is he was talking about whatever this is-”

“Knife.” Merlin said, a bit impatiently. He was so stupid. How could he let it get this bad? Lancelot normally reminded him, but Lancelot was...

He was right here, wasn’t he?

With a stab of relief, his hand curled around the handle of the knife in his bag. Good. Good, he could start then. There was a yelp when he brought it out and suddenly a hand was covering his.

“Let me, okay?” Lancelot said. Merlin flopped to the ground. That was good. He was too tired anyways. An angry buzz followed, “I trust Lancelot, okay?! Even if he is dead.” Lancelot snapped. Merlin frowned in confusion, but the burning held his attention more than the voice. Something touched his arm and he felt his sleeve roll up. Silence followed.

“Holy shit.”

That didn’t... that didn’t sound like Lance... but... he took a deep breath, thoughts wandering. He could imagine how his arms must look by now. Blackened with purple and brown like bruises that covered every inch of skin. He held out his arm impatiently. Nothing happened at first, but then something soft touched him and he could feel the very tip of the knife go in.

Thank God. The release was pretty instant. He glanced over to see black blood trickling down. It wasn’t nearly as deep or long as he normally went with - Lancelot was hesitating for whatever reason - but it worked. The pain began to ebb away as panicked noises rose around him. Lancelot went to the other side to for his other arm.

“Okay, now... um, give me that bottle.” Lancelot said. Merlin groaned. He didn’t want to grab anything. He wanted to sleep. “No,” Lance said, perhaps reading his mind. “Stay awake, Merlin. Drink this.” He said and Merlin opened his mouth. Right. Drinking. Important. He ignored the cuts and grabbed whatever was offered, downing the liquid. It was blessedly cold. The burning subsided even more as he took a few more gulps.

“Thank you.” He murmured. A hand was running through his hair. “Better.” He said. He wasn’t done yet though. Not... not yet. Lancelot would already know that though.

“...hey, um. Merlin? Do you have to go alone?”

Or maybe he didn’t.

“Yeah,” he said and sat up. The world spun. “Yeah. I got it. Stay... stay with the others. Just in case, okay? It only takes a bit.” He promised and staggered up. Hands steadied him.

“I don’t like this at all.” Someone said. Merlin shook his head, trying to focus on the ground in front of him. “Someone needs to go with him. What’s he even doing? I don’t-”

“I don’t mean to be mean... but do any of you seriously think you are closer to Merlin than Lancelot was to question this?” Lancelot said quietly. There was a low murmur. “Merlin,” he said and stepped in front of him. For a moment his form shifted... shifted and... he looked different... “Hey. Don’t take too long, okay?” he said. He nodded. He never took too long. Too many things could happen.

Leaving behind what sounded like a swarm of bees, he walked out deeper into the forest. He wasn’t sure how far he made it, but his body seemed to determine it was far enough because he fell - gagging a bit as he did so - before letting go. It felt kind of like breaking to the surface of water and breathing deeply. The world stop spinning and everything seemed to snap into place all at once. The burning turned into a warmth that burst from his chest to the fingers. He breathed again and this time when he looked around he could see a field of flowers and vines surrounding him.

He smiled a bit. Then he reached out and let his magic burst forth once more, growing a small tree and allowing it to sprout. He stayed out for a few more minutes, growing plants and making butterflies until he couldn’t think of anything other than sleep. He rubbed his eyes, standing up to grimace at the remaining blood on his arms - oddly black like he had smeared ink all over him. After washing it off in a nearby stream he walked back to the camp.

“Merlin!”

Wait. Lancelot was dead. He hadn’t...

With rising panic, he turned to see Gwaine watching him curiously. A few of the other knights were also awake, looking towards the rising sun as they each packed and readied the horses. Arthur paused in looking at his satchel.

Shit, shit, shit-

Elyan put a hand on Arthur’s arm and whispered something to him. Arthur frowned, but gave a small nod before turning away. Merlin wasn’t sure what that meant so he looked back at Gwaine with what he hoped wasn’t guilty eyes.

“You good?” He asked, walking up to him. He grabbed Merlin’s arms to look at them solemnly.

“Um, yes.” Merlin answered and rubbed the back of his neck, “What... exactly happened?” He asked. Gwaine grimaced before digging into his pocket.

“Well, you scared the shit out of everyone mainly. You were kind of like a zombie. Called us Lancelot a few times. You know, typical stuff that would freak people out.” He reasoned and pulled out a piece of parchment. “Luckily, I had instructions.” He explained. Merlin frowned but accepted it. The page looked worn - ink slightly dulled over time but still legible despite being hastily written.

Gwaine, the first line read.

I hope that, for once in your life, you listened to me when I asked you to wait until you returned to Camelot to read this. Also, do us all a favor and keep this on hand. You may have a lot of questions, but I need you to trust me on this one particular topic. The topic being Merlin.

There are many things that are kept strictly between Merlin and me. Seeing as you’re his best friend and I’ll soon be dead... I think I should let you in on one of those things. I can’t explain everything - I would never betray his trust completely - but I do know him well and know he isn’t someone to particularly seek out help. At least once a month (sometimes more) Merlin gets... sick. Really sick. His skin bruises from his chest to his fingertips, his blood becomes black and burns him from the inside, and mind is completely out of working order. It’s a unique condition that could kill him if he waits too long to deal with it.

Expect him to wait too long to deal with it.

When it inevitably happens, the first thing you need to do is (very) carefully bleed him out a bit. It’ll clear his head a bit to do what he needs to get done. Honey and crushed peppermint with yarrow also helps. Ask Gaius (and only Gaius) to make you some to have on hand. Say I asked you to get it and he’ll know what you mean.

Now - and this is the most important part - when he is conscious enough to deal with the rest himself do not follow him. It’s strange, I know. Consider this a dying wish of sorts. Leave him alone and make sure nobody else goes after him. No matter how bad he may seem or how worried you are... just make sure he gets twenty minutes to himself.

Lastly, to Merlin... when this happens, I know Gwaine will probably hand you this letter as an explanation for how he knew how to help out. Hi. It’s me. Hopefully, I haven’t given away too much of what you were concerned about. If I may offer you some advice... just accept some help. Maybe let Gwaine in on everything. Or don’t. That’s up to you. Just try your best not to do this completely alone. There’s really no reason for it.

Good luck,

Lancelot

Merlin stared. He blinked a few times. Then reread it... and reread again. Slowly, he looked up at Gwaine. There was a long pause before Gwaine gave a small wave.

“So... I won’t ask questions,” he said and grimaced in the direction of the others, “Leon is too polite to ask. Elyan is too smart to ask. Percival... well,” he smiled fondly, “Percival is also too polite to ask. Arthur though?” He said and gave a slight shrug. “Yeah. You should have seen his face at the black blood.”

Merlin paused.

“I... have a blood disorder.” He said slowly. Gwaine looked at him. “Thank you though. Um, sorry Lancelot stuck you with that-”

“Are you kidding?” Gwaine snorted and reached up to put a hand on his shoulder, “Him calling me your best friend was the best. I couldn’t show anyone this letter for so long!” He snorted and squeezed tightly, “And I’m glad I could help you. Even if I’m wildly confused and pretty sure you’re cursed rather than dealing with a blood disorder.” He said and let go. “And don’t worry, I’ll keep Arthur off your - oh, hey.” He said when Merlin shoved his hand off and pulled him into a hug. “Nice.” He decided. Merlin snorted.

“Thank you,” he repeated more genuine this time. “I... one day I’ll explain it all to you.” He said a bit slower. Gwaine shrugged.

“Whatever you want. Just try not to die and I’ll be happy.”

Merlin wasn’t sure what he expected. Dear or alive... his friends somehow kept looking out for him.

Masterlist of Headcanons

It is finally here. You never realize how bad you are at tagging things until you have to find shit lol. If there isn’t a link that either means a) I’ve somehow lost them or b) I have an ask for that person and I haven’t gotten a chance to publish it yet.

Character Headcanons: Knights: Elyan, Lancelot, Leon, Percival, Gwaine, Mordred Arthur Merlin Gwen (why were hers specifically so hard to find?! I tagged them! I did!) Gaius Annoying Characters: Agravaine High Priestesses: Nimueh, Morgause, Bonus Morgana Minor Characters (Who are Major in our Hearts): Geoffrey, Balinor, Mithian, Annis, Ygraine, Freya, Will, Elena

Situational Headcanons:

Arthur and Pollen: A Story of Hate

Merlin + Relationship (Morgana and/or Freya)

Gwaine + Lancelot Being the Dream Team

Lancelot + Mordred Being Another Dream Team

Good Morgana Headcanons

Lancelot + Gwen + Merlin Being The Golden Trio

Gwaine Learns About Merlin’s Magic

Morgana + Gwaine Being Bros

Merlin/Arthur Being Married 

Merlin/Lancelot 

Evil!Merlin

Daegal and Mordred Being Chaotic Teenagers

Merlin & Leon Being Bros

Merlin/Mithian Being a Power Couple

Lancelot/Gwaine Content

Merthur Courting

The Time Merlin Poisoned Himself and Everyone Thought He Died

Before/Beyond the Series Headcanons:

Young Morgana and Arthur

Merlin in Ealdor

Merlin After Arthur’s Death

Merlin’s ‘Citizen Test’

Arthur ‘Teaching’ Merlin to Read

General Merlin Headcanons (Part 1, Part 2)

Keeping Up  With The Pendragons (Uther + His Father Getting Camelot)

Merlin + Other Servants

Dragonlord Merlin

How Percival & Lancelot Met

Leon & Arthur (ft. Arthur Receiving Affection)

What Even Happened After the Lamia Episode?

Merlin and His Lovely Singing Voice

AU Heacanons:

Hogwarts(Part 1, Part 2)

Genderfluid Merlin (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - more discussion in the tags here #genderfluid Merlin)

Elf/Fae Merlin

Demon Merlin (There’s a lot of content here so you can also use #demon merlin for more)

Merlin + Ganieda Siblings Headcanons

Hunith Finding A Bae And Merlin Not Dealing

Dark!Merlin & Dark!Arthur

Modern People Sent Back To Camelot

Nimueh Raising Arthur

Okay… I think that’s a good chunk of them. If you guys remember some headcanons that I probs forgot, let me know and I’ll try to get them on the list for you! Enjoy!

In your Authurian legends post you said you think Merlin has a lovely singing voice, do you have any headcanons about that? It’s my favorite headcanon that he can sing too (especially since Colin Morgan can also sing) :)

Oh for sure! I didn’t know Colin could sing too! That would have been cool to see in the show 😌😌😌

- Hunith sang often. Especially when Merlin was upset or sad. As he got older, that was mostly when he figured you were supposed to sing.

- So more often or not when someone was sad baby Merlin would just appear and start singing in an attempt to make people feel better. Will was the one who would occasionally start requesting Merlin sing while nobody was upset.

Will: hey, sing one of your songs!

Merlin: why?

Will: I’m bored

Merlin: ...but... nobody is sad?

Will: I’m going to be sad if I dont hear a song

Merlin: ....fair enough.

- Eventually Merlin would rope Will into singing with him and they made it into something of a game. Merlin would start the song and Will had to make up the lyrics for the next part and so forth.

- Singing. Magic. Like that Rapunzel type shit. Merlin discovers he can do this by accident (like he discovers most of his magic) but a good chunk of his spells seem to get more powerful when he sings. This generally only works with nature oriented magic tho.

- He can also do the thing Lady Helena (I think that was her name) aka Mary did in the first episode. Where you sing people and enchant them? Yeah - he has to be careful because sometimes that happens depending on the song.

- Like, depending on the tone/mood of the song will affect the audience. So if he sings a happy song then people end up getting really zazzed without knowing why exactly. Or a sad song might make them unbearably sad. A lullaby sends them to sleep. An angry song can cause a war.

- Also, sometimes if you closely enough, his magic makes it so you can see sound vibrations.

- Merlin doesn’t sing too much in Camelot because he’s trying his best to fit in and nobody else is really out there singing. Still, he hums under his breath a lot and whistles along with the birds.

- He also sings when he’s stressed out. This is kinda hilarious because you’ll have Merlin sprinting after a sorcerer like ‘la la la trying not to die... la la la...everything is fine...’

- However, he went back to his roots after Gwen’s dad died. Not really knowing how best to comfort her he just sang a bit until she felt better. After that she often went to Merlin when she needed cheering up and asked him to sing.

- Naturally, if Gwen knows then Elyan knew after he came to Camelot. This uhhhhhh caused some problems for Merlin lol

Elyan: ....this patrol is boring. Merlin can you sing something?

Arthur: ha! Merlin can’t sing, Elyan

Elyan: But Gwen says he sings for her all the time?

Gwaine: W H A T?! Merlin, you’ve never sang for me? What the Hell?

Merlin: um, well-

Leon: don’t be mean. maybe he’s shy

Percival: idk, Lancelot said Merlin usually sings to himself when he’s stressed

Merlin: He told you about that? Snake.

Gwaine: if anyone is a snake it’s you for holding out on us

- Thus began the months of tormenting Merlin to sing to them. They cracked him one by one. Gwaine first. Elyan second. Percival third. Then Leon.... Arthur he remained pretty stubborn with for a long time.

- In the end, Arthur catches him by accident while Merlin is brushing out the horses.

- He snuck by the stables everyday for a week afterwards to listen.

- Merlin is often one of those people who can sing along with birds like a disney princess. Sometimes he’ll chill by the window while some birds sing with him and they entire castle is entranced.

- Leon asked Merlin if he wanted to be a bard at any point and Merlin was just... so offended. So affronted. So upset. Sing for NOBLES?! What? Was he supposed to prance around and tell tales of Arthur’s victories? He thinks not. Ha! As if. If he was a bard then he would sing of how much a prat Arthur was.

- ....you can see where I’m going with this lol. Gwaine obviously jumps on this opportunity and every so often they come up with a song about how much of a prat Arthur is. Eventually they teach it to all of the knights and when it is a patrol with just the round table they’ll all sing it together while Arthur steams in the corner.

- Merlin also sings at all of their graves... Every year.

“He may yet change. I believe there is goodness in him.”

worldbuilding: problems

there’s no place where everything runs smoothly. every country has it’s problems. that might be poverty, weak government, fake news, gun violence, or abuse of magical abilities. it could really be anything. so what’s wrong with your world?

what could go wrong:

poverty

corrupt government (a few infiltrations? biased officials? a dictator?)

discrimination/persecution of any kind (sexism, racism, religion, anything that makes someone unique)

violence (gangs, guns, magic, sexual assault)

failing economy

counterfeits (money, expensive products, anything)

drugs (fake drugs, very real and dangerous drugs)

weak government (ie. the government isn’t necessarily corrupt, but no one listens to them and they have no real power at all so everyone just runs amok)

environmental crisis

relations with other countries/regions

war

fake news (can be something smaller like what goes around on the internet today, or something as horrible as the propaganda the axis powers fed their people about the allied powers)

scarcity

terrorist groups

stereotypes (remember, even seemingly positive stereotypes can be damaging)

manipulation/using people

there’s a whole lot more, get creative! as saddening as this will be, scrolling through news articles will give you some good inspiration because our world is pretty messed up

how to choose which problems to include

what is your world like? as obvious as this probably sounds, your world’s problems are directly related to the things in your world. choose pretty much any element of your world, however small it may seem, and there can be made a problem out of it.

in a world of magic:

magic can be abused

magic can be faked (ie. in harry potter, around exam season, students sell items that “enhance your brain” or whatever when it’s really pixie poop, i’m not even kidding)

discrimination between magical and non magical people (muggleborns vs. purebloods)

people rely too much on magic and become weak (a great example of this is the Renegades series, where the non prodigies depend on the prodigies way too much)

non magic people using magical people (or magical people using other magicals, ex. grindelwald/percival graves using creedence to find the obscurial)

really, the problems for a magical world are endless - you can use regular real-life problems with a twist. the magical government lies to the public, buying out the main news source? people of pure magical lineage are somehow better than those related to non magical people? harry potter is a fantastic example of magical worldbuilding, steal stuff from jkr (but don’t make gay characters who are never actually gay)

in a world of science:

i’m a big fantasy nerd, much less sci-fi, so i don’t really have any good examples from books/movies, but here are some ideas anyway

the people who live on a different planet are starting to run out of resources and take over the earth (literally the plot of the Lunar Chronicles series)

the government is testing out new sciencey techy stuff and they accidentally make superhuman demon things (Incredibles, but they’re nice guys, not demon things, except maybe jack jack but he’s a cutie don’t hurt him)

terrorist groups steal a smart guy to make weapons for them (Iron Man)

the world is dying 

two + planets are fighting over something

technology/inventions/whatever can be abused

wow these are terrible i’m sorry i need to read more sci-fi

again, you can take regular real world problems and put a sciencey twist on them; a gang that kills people with laserbeam contact lenses, a new invention that uses a very rare element that’s important to the ecosystem and is starting to destroy the planet, the little robots we send to mars become self aware and build a colony of robots. go off sis

Anyway, if you read marriage certificates from church records, a full 85% of first marriages for young women were around 18-19 years old. The rest skewed higher, into the early twenties, with only a few being below that age and only one in a thousand was younger than 16. 

The age of puberty has declined over the centuries as girls get better nutrition, as well, so throughout the middle ages the age at which a girl could expect her first period was around 16, where modern girls often get it much younger. 

The idea that women in earlier ages were married and mothers in their early teens is a myth. Marriages of children were usually only between noble families, and made for political reasons, or creepy old bastards who wanted a child-wife and could get away with it because they were rich and powerful. They often would point to the fact that the Roman elite did the same thing as justification. The Romans, of course, would point to the Greeks doing the same thing as justification, the Greeks pointed at the Assyrians, and so on back through the ages. 

It was considered disgusting by normal people then and still is. 

This myth is still brought out and touted by sick fuckers. Know it for what it is; a falsehood. 

Opposites: Fire and Water

Fire is the element of power. 

The people of the Fire Nation have desire 

and will, 

and the energy 

and drive 

to achieve what they want. 

how many people could be working on actual problems in the world instead of being forced to do jobs that they are over-qualified for just because they dont want to go homeless and starve?

magical girl shows really did snap when they assigned personality traits based off the members colors

The Folly Of Man (2015 - 2016)

I have a bath bomb from lush but no tub so I guess I’ll just have to eat it

i really like the advice “write marginalized characters but don’t write about marginalization unless you experience it” 

absolutely i think cis people should expand their horizons and write trans characters, but they shouldn’t write stories about being trans. likewise i think allistic / NT authors should write about autistic characters! but not stories about being autistic. 

represent us. absolutely. but don’t tell our stories. let us do that.

He is Leng Jun and his paintings are considered the most realistic ones in the world. See why:

If you didn’t grow up ugly, poor or emo I don’t trust you

Unsure what the best part of the “Thor Ragnarok” snake joke is:

- Thor liking snakes

- Tiny!Thor’s instinct upon seeing a new snake to go investigate/pick it up

- Loki knowing that Thor likes snakes, and then using this information to get back at him (or possibly being completely unaware that Thor likes snakes and just assuming that a random snake on Asgard, somewhere, would make Thor curious)

- Loki’s snake plot involving: Thor is happy to see me/snake, picks me up/investigates, I turn back into a humanoid form, yell, and then stab him with some kind of knife/sword. Like not even bite him or anything and or strangle him as a snake. Just like… pretend to be a snake, then stab him as a humanoid. (to be fair, the film version is probably more like what an 6-8-year-old would plan, which… possibly makes it better?)

- Loki smiling afterward, like it’s a fond memory

- Chris Hemsworth’s delivery

- Tom Hiddleston possibly smiling because of Chris Hemsworth’s delivery/the silliness of the story

- Valkyrie’s reaction to this whole ridiculousness

- Tiny!Thor/adult!Thor possibly being more angry that Loki used Thor’s love of snakes against him than the fact that Loki stabbed him

- At least a reference to MCU!Loki turning into a non-humanoid character, which I’m pretty sure is something we haven’t seen before. Since it’s not something he’s done on-screen, and Loki has transformed a couple times (e.g., Odin, Captain America), there’s the potential that turning yourself into an animal is easier than turning yourself into a human, which is interesting, lore-wise (so  more magic + more lore possibilities is neat)

- the Jormundgandr implications

why is the most relatable teenager in this book the alien

‘Temporary’ Names

Vet clinics often have litters of kittens to raise. Either they’re too young for a shelter, too sickly, or the clinic intends to adopt them out when they’re big enough. Whatever the reason, nurses often end up raising kittens and giving them ‘temporary’ names. 

The intention of these temporary names is that if you give the kitten a stupid name, you have something to call it other than ‘the middle black male’, but because it’s a stupid name you wont get emotionally attached and end up keeping it. Again. 

Which is how some nurses end up with cats that have names like ‘Flea bus’ and ‘Trash bag’. 

“A clever plan..because if Harry here and his friend Ron hadn’t discovered this book, why–Ginny Weasley might have taken all the blame. No one would ever have been able to prove she hadn’t acted of her own free will…and imagine…what might have happened then…The Weasleys are one of our most prominent pure-blood families. Imagine the effect on Arthur Weasley and his Muggle Protection Act, if his own daughter was discovered attacking and killing Muggle-borns…”

It brings me SO MUCH joy that the plot of Chamber of Secrets basically happens because Lucius is terrified out of his mind of Arthur and Molly Weasley and their SEVeN kids who were all raised to hold the line in case anyone tried to start a genocidal regime again. They are so powerful and so dangerous to any attempted rise to power from the Death Eaters, and Lucius feels the need to try and marginalize and demonize them in order to decrease the threat they pose.

And boy was he right to be concerned, they are…unstoppable. Each and every one of them. You thought it was impressive that it took five Death Eaters to kill their uncles? Try having a couple Weasleys illegally on the airwaves, one destroying Voldemort’s Horcruxes, one protesting at Hogwarts, one running loose in the government, one housing escaped prisoners, and one getting foreign support!! More children than they can afford? Try more children than you can effectively stop!!

And then when they ALL show up to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts? What a trip for Lucius Malfoy! Hey bigots! Would you like to pick an opponent based on which Quidditch position they excel at, or do you wanna roll the dice and go with one of the brothers who got 12 OWLs? Those are your only two options because Weasleys are EVERYWHERE and the weak link is NO ONE. The fear that must have been in his heart when one or two of them was around every corner of the school taking down his DE pals…is so amazing to think about. Glorious. Iconic. Every Weasley has red hair, freckles, and a drive to destroy the concept of blood purity at all cost!!

The Weasleys are not always nice or right, but they are GOOD and they believe in standing up for what is good, and when evil is around they SHOW UP to fight it. No questions asked. And evil is so scared of them, so worried about what they can do, that it resorts to desperately weaponizing a little girl to try and stop them.

College Advice

1. Just because you took 7 classes in high school doesn’t mean you can manage 7 classes in college. 2. Just because you woke up at 6am everyday in high school doesn’t mean you can wake up at 6am everyday in college. 3. Just because you got straight A’s in high school doesn’t mean you’ll necessarily get straight A’s in college (and that’s okay). 4. Just because your teachers in high school said they were preparing you for college doesn’t mean you’re actually prepared for college.

Is there rly any softer scene than when o'malley sees duchess and falls in love with her at first sight in the aristocats, complimenting her at every turn and climbing into a cherry blossom tree to make the flower petals snow gracefully down on her? How dreamy 🥀💕