I don’t see anything? Can you explain what’s wrong?
not jagged’s, penny’s- its not a huge thing, but her eyes go in different directions, one up, one straight across. maybeee it was done purposefully to show she was looking both forward and to the side, but its still odd and not how eyes tend to move if theyre rigged normally :P
aries:
you can't believe how close and hard they're coming at you. your head separates from your body and for just a single second everything feels new. it all happened so fast, but maybe the body-less somersault was worth it, watching the world fly by. who knows?
taurus:
they're crying and asking you why you made them do it. their hands are soft and they are sobbing with genuine sorrow. you struggle to hold your intestines in and wipe their tears at the same time. it's incredibly messy, you think to yourself, how typical.
gemini:
their dagger at your throat and their mouth at your ear, telling you all your secrets they found out. they are literally using a dagger to murder someone in 2015. they said they know every secret part of you. you disagree. wait, you gasp, but then it's over.
cancer:
do you like me? they say anxiously. do you like me? do really you like me? do you really really like me? their pupils are dilated to the maximum, they're shaking, so sweet and gentle. the discarded syringes are half in and half out of your fading vision. of course, you whisper, i do. their relief is palpable as you leave this plane.
leo:
it's hotter than anything you could have ever imagined. you didn't mean to go down with this ship but maybe you shouldn't have been so cold. they are laughing and screaming to the side of the pyre. i just wanted you to burn for me, they said. i just wanted you to burn.
virgo:
bleach tastes worse than you ever could have thought, and you choke and choke but the funnel isn't budging. they are tenderly holding your hair back from your face, an incredibly unnecessary gesture as you'll presumably be dead soon. it has always felt like they can read your mind and now is no different. not dead, they say, clean. you'll be clean.
libra:
your eyes are locked with theirs the same way your hands are locked behind the chair. that knife is awfully large and looks incredibly sharp. it's very simple, they say, tell me something you've done that's wrong, something you regret. for everything second you spend confessing, you don't get cut.
scorpio:
they're driving faster than usual and you're feeling woozy. i'm so glad you decided to see me one last time, they say, almost drowned out by the radio. one last time? you start to ask, but they brush your hair back from your face and unbuckle your seatbelt in one fluid motion and swerve into oncoming traffic.
sagittarius:
you're not really sure how you got here, with them feeding you spoonful after spoonful of sherbert. there's a strange pain in your stomach but you're so damn hungry after the sleepness nights in their bedroom. you lift your eyes to theirs so weakly. it seems like you're really sick, they say. you better stay here with me.
capricorn:
it feels like we've been climbing for hours, you say. hand over hand you're following them, not sure why you agreed to come along, but feeling proud of yourself anyway. they are ahead of you, of course, so you think nothing of it when you reach up to grab their hand for help. they think nothing of letting go and watching you fall.
aquarius:
you told them you couldn't swim and they insisted they would teach you. you couldn't stop them from dragging you to the ocean and pushing you under the waves. they're all sparkling with seawater and good cheer. go deeper, they say, go deeper! you oblige through no choice of your own, pushed into the undertow.
pisces:
i've been keeping a secret, they say, and their voice is incredibly loud in the tiny basement. i've been thinking about you a lot. your eyes adjust as they light a candle and that's when you see the hole. there is a sense of motion and then a great impact, a great pain. i just want to keep you safe, they say. just want you close to me.
people talk a lot about how public schooling in america is a really fucked up system but i think we should also maybe talk about universities too. like why is being stressed out to a breaking point part of the college experience? why is it accepted and expected that college students will often go without sleep in order to get their work done? i don’t understand why we embrace the idea that college students should be stressed. i think the amount of homework assigned is absurd and unnecessary. it does nothing productive for learning. it just burns students out and makes us lose our drive. and on top of that, we have to pay thousands and thousands of dollars for this torment lmao it’s so ridiculous and honestly kind of sickens me
I kind of suspect that it’s to normalize being overworked, exhausted, and stressed once we enter the workforce (with the added benefit of making us so indebted that we’re required to accept those working conditions).
like, without even looking, I’m willing to bet that that’s what all the rebuttals to this post boil down to: it’s to make sure that you’re ready for the Real World. Or: Ha, ha, just you wait till you get an actual job!
Well, buddy, if the Real World is structured to grind employees into the dirt with exhaustion and mental illness while counting ourselves lucky that we even have a job that lets us eke out the minimum physical definition of ‘survival,’ then maybe it’s not a bad thing to start challenging that?
can we just talk about the time that Lupin was recovering from a full moon and Snape taught the DADA class and made all the students write essays on how to kill werewolves for Lupin to read when he got back I hate Snape so much it’s not funny
Lupin gets back and he feels like crap and suddenly his best friend’s son is writing an essay about how to kill him like that is so fucked up
Bear in mind that an ex-Death Eater does this tosomeone who was in the Order, risked his life fighting against said Death Eaters and lost his best friends to the Death Eater’s genocidal leader, for the sole purpose of screwing him over, and as far as we know he experiences no consequences whatsoever for doing so.
And if that wasn’t enough, he made them write those essays hoping some of them would realize Lupin’s a werewolf. And one did, but Hermione is a fucking DECENT HUMAN BEING and said nothing. Apparently the ‘insufferable know-it-all' can keep her mouth closed, when it’s for something important. Just like Snape didn’t do at the end of the book.
I’m getting mad, so here’s something I’ve realized while reading The Order of the Phoenix again. (Please keep in mind that my books are in Italian and some concepts might be hard to explain, I apologize for my English mistakes)
In chapter 14, when The Trio talked with Sirius, he said that two years before Dolores Umbridge had written a law against werewolves that made it almost impossible for Lupin to find a job.
Now ask yourself this question. Why two years?
What had happened two years before? During Harry’s third year? Oh, right. The Magical World had discovered that one of Hogwarts’ teachers (someone who was in constant conctat with their children) was a werewolf. Does that ring any bell?
But that’s not all! If we take a look at chapter 15, in the Daily Prophet article we can see a familiar name: Remus Lupin.
In a newspaper. Where everyone can read it. “The werewolf Remus Lupin”. No wonder he couldn’t find a job! And it’s not the first time the Daily Prophet has written about him, as it’s stated in the article itself. There must have been a huge scandal when it had all come out.
So basically, when Snape decided he couldn’t bear not having what he wanted (for example, SIRIUS BLACK GETTING KISSED BY A DEMENTOR) and spilled the secret, he didn’t only tell the whole school. He didn’t only tell the kids’ parents. The told the whole Magical World.
He told the whole Magical World that a man who had kept his condition secret all his life was a werewolf.
And the Magical World responded with a law against werewolves.
So, basically, Snape didn’t only ruin Remus Lupin’s life. He ruined the life of every single werewolf in the UK.
but really i feel like so many writers see tony as he’s depicted in the tabloids of the marvel universe and turn him into a caricature of that rather than something more consistent with his personality in his earlier solo series. i mean, for fuck’s sake, he risks his own life to save the lives of others all the time, and yet we’re supposed to be believe he’s a smarmy douchebag who only cares about sex and power? how does that make any sense? if tony only cared about himself, he wouldn’t be iron man, a hero, and he wouldn’t be anyone’s knight in shining armor–something he wanted to be since he was a kid.
it’s the same with avac–i’m being told that tony is slacking off and he’s unfit to be a hero and he just spends all his time flirting with girls, and yet, in actuality, he’s doing a ton to help out the academy even when he’s scared. but that doesn’t fit the perception that everyone already holds of him, so it’s ignored for the most part. admittedly, part of that stems from the fact that he plays this up, but as jan implies, he fakes it a lot.
this even ties into that deleted scene from IM1 (which is admittedly kinda cringey) in which he tells the women that he’s planning to ditch to go stop terrorists that he feels like he could never outrun his own reputation even when it wasn’t what he wanted. he’s playing to expectations.
it seems like jan is the only one paying attention in avac–noticing that he’s upset, pointing out to nat and the player that he’s actually really sensitive, refusing to let him just continue to electrocute himself and work instead of talking, etc. (and i’m not saying they should pay attention to him, but what i’m being told simply isn’t what i’m seeing.)
but i guess it comes down to the fact that tony wants to do good, even if he doesn’t seem to be good according to most people. he’s already decided he’s willing to make that sacrifice anyway, so i guess it fits.
In all other cases except the Triwizard cup, portkeys only go one way at one specific time. Touching them again does not activate them to return to their place of origin. Also, when Harry grabs the cup a second time, it does not return him to the middle of the maze. It takes him to the entrance of the maze, in front of everyone.
Therefore, when Crouch Jr. (as Moody) bewitched the cup, he planned to have it take anyone who touched it first to the graveyard, then to the front of the maze.The cup was probably supposed to be a portkey to take the winner to the front of the maze anyway, so they wouldn’t have to try to fight their way out again.
Voldemort obviously planned to kill Harry. He had to. That was the whole point; to kill Harry in front of all his Death Eaters, all the ones who had deserted him and doubted his power to return.
There’s the possibility that he wanted to send Harry’s body back, either to divert suspicion somehow or to intentionally flout his victory in Dumbledore’s face. Except Voldemort had promised his precious Nagini several times she could eat Harry, and it seemed like a promise Voldemort was going to keep.
So who was meant to take that return trip?
Voldemort could use it as a ticket into Hogwarts for a surprise attack, but he’s freshly reborn, his Death Eaters are 13 years out of practice, and there’s a flock of powerful wizards there for the Triwizard. That would be an idiotic move.
Or what if Harry—or someone who looked like him—had returned to Hogwarts as if nothing had happened in that maze? As the victor of the Triwizard Tournament AND the Boy Who Lived, Harry would be able to go anywhere and do anything. Everyone trusts him.
Two words: POLYJUICE POTION.
There was one Death Eater already waiting at Hogwarts who had very carefully been spending a whole year getting to know Harry, watching his every movement: Barty Crouch Jr.
So here was Voldemort’s complete plan: Use Barty Crouch Jr. to infiltrate Hogwarts as Moody. He gets to know Harry and sets him up to be selected for and eventually to win the Triwizard Tournament. He makes sure Harry touches the cup first. Harry is then transported to the graveyard where Voldemort is waiting. Voldemort uses Harry to rise, calls his Death Eaters to him, and then humiliates and kills the Boy Who Lived in front of them.
Then Voldemort strips Harry’s body, takes his hair, and transforms into him (or else has one of his DE’s do this—but really, who would he pick? Lucius is an idiot, Bellatrix is still in jail, and he believes Snape has deserted him). He then takes the cup and goes to Hogwarts as Harry. Later that night, Moody disappears, and Crouch takes Voldemort’s place as Harry Potter. Then, when the moment is right, Voldemort-Harry or Crouch-Harry will assassinate Dumbledore (incidentally gaining the power of the Elder Wand, though he wouldn’t know it), stage a coup of Hogwarts, and take over the wizarding world.
Heck, he/they might not even drop their disguise as Harry. The wizarding world has faced Voldemort as an enemy before, but if their savior Harry Potter suddenly turned out to be just as powerful a Dark Lord as He Who Must Not Be Named? It would be a far scarier prospect than simply dealing with Voldemort’s return.
It solves the problem of why Voldemort went to such lengths to get Harry through the Triwizard, when there were far easier ways to capture him: Voldemort didn’t just need Harry’s blood; he needed Harry as the world’s hero.
And all that time in Hogwarts would give Voldemort time to search for a relic of Godric Gryffindor, the one founder he never made a horcrux from.
Of course, none of this could have worked because Voldemort could never in a million years fool Ron or Hermione or Dumbledore, not even for a minute. But there’s Voldemort’s greatest weakness again—he doesn’t understand love.
