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emilybador:

EMILY BADOR FOR SASSY WORLD - SHOT BY MAXIMILLIAN HETHERINGTON, STYLED BY HELENA LESTER-CARD, MUA - ALYSON BURT


!!!!!

20 hours ago

October 19, 2014
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weaselbeethedemigod:

ronandhermionealways:

hugsandthimbles:

fudgeflies:icedteaandoldlace:

He also:

  • told Neville to stand up to people
  • confronted a full-sized mountain troll to save a girl he couldn’t stand
  • said it didn’t matter whether someone was a pureblood, half-blood, or Muggle-born
  • gave Dobby his sweater
  • faced a bunch of giant spiders in the hopes of saving the school and clearing Hagrid’s name
  • told Luna he loved her Quidditch commentary, and very sincerely tried to convince her he wasn’t teasing her
  • stood up on a broken leg, trying to protect Harry
  • gave up his grudge against Hermione the moment he learned how much she, Hagrid, and Buckbeak needed him
  • realized he was wrong about Harry putting his name in the Goblet of Fire, and promptly went to apologize
  • jumped into a freezing pond to save Harry and retrieve the Sword of Gryffindor
  • confronted his best friend to prevent his sister’s heart being broken any further than it already was
  • begged Bellatrix to torture him in place of Hermione
  • couldn’t break up with a girl who drove him nuts because he didn’t want to hurt her feelings
  • remembered the Hogwarts House Elves when no one else did, and wanted to make them evacuate, rather than order them to fight
  • tried to go back to Harry and Hermione as soon as he left them
  • didn’t make excuses for leaving, he came right out and admitted he had been wrong
  • didn’t get angry at Hermione for taking a long time to forgive him
  • saved Tonks’s life (while impersonating Harry to lower Harry’s chances of being killed, at the same time increasing his own)
  • told Hermione not to curse Draco, even though he hates him

In conclusion, Ron is awesome. The end.

and he put his shoes and socks on dobby to be buried in because he knew how much dobby loved clothes. disliking ron weasley’s character makes 0 sense.

reblogging for the 100th time because ronald.

My baby.

THIS MAKES ME HAPPY TO KNOW PEOPLE LOVE HIM LIKE I DO.

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21 hours ago

October 19, 2014
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lady-tromboss:

if a woman’s hand is steady enough to put on winged eyeliner then it’s steady enough to stab you in the heart 

21 hours ago

October 19, 2014
reblogged via arabellamp3
photo livesandliesofwizards:

The Muggle Studies classroom is always locked. In fact, there are few rooms in the castle with as much magical protection. There’s a special password needed to enter that’s distributed carefully to the year’s students on the first day of classes. They are sworn to secrecy and, to date, no one has broken that trust.
There’s more to this security than just fear of vandalism, though there has been that. Charity Burbage spent more than her fair share of time scrubbing nasty messages off her office door when she first started teaching. For a while it was a point of pride that she used her own effort to remove the hateful words. Then came the morning when she fell asleep next to a bucket of soapy water and was nearly late for her first lesson of the day. After that, she cast a Repelling Charm on her office and tried not to feel guilty about it.
The real reason for the layers of charms wrapped around the classroom is what goes on after hours.  If you were to stroll by on any given night. you may see a tearful first year or a stressed out fifth year or even a cool and confident prefect strolling up to the door.  You’d see them execute a complex set of wand patterns, whisper a word, and look around furtively before they enter. 
If you were to follow them in (and I would not suggest this, for the room has its own way of dealing with intruders), you’d see students of all Houses and years, talking and studying and reading. But you may miss what they have in common: they’re all Muggle born. This classroom is the after-hours refuge of those who feel as if they don’t belong, those who find themselves trapped between the magical and the mundane, their parents and their classmates. Here there are shelves of magazines whose covers don’t move; there are stacks of textbooks on science and math, heavy tomes of Shakespeare and thin volumes of poetry.
In the corner you may see Justin Finch-Fletchley studying for his A-levels. He had promised his mum that he would at least try for them, even if he wasn’t sure he would ever leave the magical world. Sometimes Hermione Granger joins him, and they teach each other calculus and world history and pore over the periodic table. 
By the fireplace you could find that tearful first year sitting with the calm prefect, their heads bent close. You might hear the first year pour out his heart, outline his fears, confess his insecurities. The prefect could respond in kind, admitting to the knot of confusion that lies underneath her placid exterior. They might then take out their wands and practice a spell, or pull out a child’s fairy tale collection and read aloud.
If you were a Muggle-born, this might be your sanctuary. It might be the place you miss most when you go home for the summer and try to fit your square peg into a world of round holes. It might be what you defend at the Battle of Hogwarts, fighting for your right to be confused and not fit in. It might be why you come back as the new Muggle Studies professor, why you create an after-hours class to help others get their A-levels and apply to university.
But then again, it might be just another classroom.
(written and submitted by the lovely ppyajunebug. There’s a tremendous sweetness to this that I find very appealing, something comforting about knowing that the Muggle-borns have their own space. This blog often explores the horrifying and strange, but sometimes it’s nice to consider good things, as well.)  

livesandliesofwizards:

The Muggle Studies classroom is always locked. In fact, there are few rooms in the castle with as much magical protection. There’s a special password needed to enter that’s distributed carefully to the year’s students on the first day of classes. They are sworn to secrecy and, to date, no one has broken that trust.

There’s more to this security than just fear of vandalism, though there has been that. Charity Burbage spent more than her fair share of time scrubbing nasty messages off her office door when she first started teaching. For a while it was a point of pride that she used her own effort to remove the hateful words. Then came the morning when she fell asleep next to a bucket of soapy water and was nearly late for her first lesson of the day. After that, she cast a Repelling Charm on her office and tried not to feel guilty about it.

The real reason for the layers of charms wrapped around the classroom is what goes on after hours.  If you were to stroll by on any given night. you may see a tearful first year or a stressed out fifth year or even a cool and confident prefect strolling up to the door.  You’d see them execute a complex set of wand patterns, whisper a word, and look around furtively before they enter. 

If you were to follow them in (and I would not suggest this, for the room has its own way of dealing with intruders), you’d see students of all Houses and years, talking and studying and reading. But you may miss what they have in common: they’re all Muggle born. This classroom is the after-hours refuge of those who feel as if they don’t belong, those who find themselves trapped between the magical and the mundane, their parents and their classmates. Here there are shelves of magazines whose covers don’t move; there are stacks of textbooks on science and math, heavy tomes of Shakespeare and thin volumes of poetry.

In the corner you may see Justin Finch-Fletchley studying for his A-levels. He had promised his mum that he would at least try for them, even if he wasn’t sure he would ever leave the magical world. Sometimes Hermione Granger joins him, and they teach each other calculus and world history and pore over the periodic table. 

By the fireplace you could find that tearful first year sitting with the calm prefect, their heads bent close. You might hear the first year pour out his heart, outline his fears, confess his insecurities. The prefect could respond in kind, admitting to the knot of confusion that lies underneath her placid exterior. They might then take out their wands and practice a spell, or pull out a child’s fairy tale collection and read aloud.

If you were a Muggle-born, this might be your sanctuary. It might be the place you miss most when you go home for the summer and try to fit your square peg into a world of round holes. It might be what you defend at the Battle of Hogwarts, fighting for your right to be confused and not fit in. It might be why you come back as the new Muggle Studies professor, why you create an after-hours class to help others get their A-levels and apply to university.

But then again, it might be just another classroom.

(written and submitted by the lovely ppyajunebug. There’s a tremendous sweetness to this that I find very appealing, something comforting about knowing that the Muggle-borns have their own space. This blog often explores the horrifying and strange, but sometimes it’s nice to consider good things, as well.)  

(Source: vedantam.com)

21 hours ago

October 19, 2014
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allmymetaphors:

i accidentally showed some weakness earlier today it was disgusting i would not recommend it 

21 hours ago

October 19, 2014
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fitzefitcher:

daggerpen:

monicalewinsky1996:

Trigger warning: Breakfast

Holy shit.

reasons why we don’t make fun of seemingly odd triggers

21 hours ago

October 19, 2014
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spacetravelco:

"The first thing I saw from space was Chicago, my hometown. I was working on the middeck where there aren’t many windows, and as we passed over Chicago the commander called me up to the flight deck.

It was such a significant moment because since I was a little girl I had always assumed I would go into space. When I grew up, in the 1960’s, the only American astronauts were men. Looking out the window of that space shuttle, I thought if that little girl growing up in Chicago could see her older self now, she would have a huge grin on her face.”

- Mae Jemison, "What Was Space Like?"

Jemison and Nichelle Nichols on the set of Star Trek

Also, "Pus is one of the neatest things ever."

(Source: images.jsc.nasa.gov)

1 day ago

October 19, 2014
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daddymikeyway:

MY FRIEND WINS

YES

zannab-sq:

daddymikeyway:

MY FRIEND WINS

YES

2 days ago

October 18, 2014
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angrywocunited:

Groups like the KKK are Christian terrorist organizations.

They’re never labeled as terrorists, not even Christian terrorists.

Y’all are silent about Christian terrorism but will discuss Islamic terrorism to the extent of believing all Muslims are terrorists.  

2 days ago

October 18, 2014
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berndor:

yellowbrickrose:

reblog if u understand this inspirational message

beautiful

FUCK YOU MUSICAL PEOPLE AND YOUR SATANIC MUSICAL NOTES AND DEMONIC RITUALS YOU PREFORM OVER MUSIC I CANT READ MUSIC fCKIN NOTES

striderlicious-booty:

berndor:

yellowbrickrose:

reblog if u understand this inspirational message

beautiful

FUCK YOU MUSICAL PEOPLE AND YOUR SATANIC MUSICAL NOTES AND DEMONIC RITUALS YOU PREFORM OVER MUSIC I CANT READ MUSIC fCKIN NOTES

(Source: ehponine)

2 days ago

October 18, 2014
reblogged via nobodyputstheimpalainacorner
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webbgirl34:

thebigsisteryouneveraskedfor:

Gisella Perl was forced to work as a doctor in Auschwitz concentration camp during the holocaust.
She was ordered to report ever pregnant women do the physician Dr. Josef Mengele, who would then use the women for cruel experiments (e.g. vivisections) before killing them.
She saved hundreds of women by performing abortions on them before their pregnancy was discovered, without having access to basic medical supplies. She became known as the “Angel of Auschwitz”.
After being rescued from Bergen-Belsen concentration camp she tried to commit suicide, but survived, recovered and kept working as a gynecologist, delivering more than 3000 babies.

I want to nail this to the forehead of every anti-abortionist who uses the word “Holocaust” when talking about legal abortions.

I wrote about a bit of this in that essay on genocidal rape and historical and legislative avoidance of the matter. The one that got the award. These kinds of experiences were typical of the women in the concentration camps, but this is exactly the kind of thing that has been hidden from history because they are not seen as the ‘typical’ experience… which means that it is is not the man’s experience. These sort of stories are considered too womeny and too subjective to be safely reported in ‘objective ’ history. It’s fucking bullshit.

ellakrystina:

webbgirl34:

thebigsisteryouneveraskedfor:

Gisella Perl was forced to work as a doctor in Auschwitz concentration camp during the holocaust.

She was ordered to report ever pregnant women do the physician Dr. Josef Mengele, who would then use the women for cruel experiments (e.g. vivisections) before killing them.

She saved hundreds of women by performing abortions on them before their pregnancy was discovered, without having access to basic medical supplies. She became known as the “Angel of Auschwitz”.

After being rescued from Bergen-Belsen concentration camp she tried to commit suicide, but survived, recovered and kept working as a gynecologist, delivering more than 3000 babies.

I want to nail this to the forehead of every anti-abortionist who uses the word “Holocaust” when talking about legal abortions.

I wrote about a bit of this in that essay on genocidal rape and historical and legislative avoidance of the matter. The one that got the award. These kinds of experiences were typical of the women in the concentration camps, but this is exactly the kind of thing that has been hidden from history because they are not seen as the ‘typical’ experience… which means that it is is not the man’s experience. These sort of stories are considered too womeny and too subjective to be safely reported in ‘objective ’ history. It’s fucking bullshit.

2 days ago

October 17, 2014
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cloudcuckoolander527:

yayfeminism:

One would assume that scientists, who are trained to think objectively, are completely immune to gender discrimination. However, a recent Yale study by Corinne Moss-Racusin and colleagues suggests otherwise.
The researchers created a fictional student and sent out the student’s application to science professors at top, research-intensive universities in the United States. The professors were asked to evaluate how competent this student was, how likely they would be to hire the student, how much they would pay this student, and how willing they would be to mentor the student. All of the applications sent out were identical, except for the fact that half were for a male applicant, John, and half were for a female applicant, Jennifer. Results showed that, with statistical significance, both male and female faculty at these institutions were biased towards male students over female students.
Data from the study shows that on average, science faculty was willing to pay the male applicant about $4,000 more per year. source

"The gender gap doesn’t exist" 
"We don’t need feminism" 
"Maybe he just worked harder"
"*any MRA bullshit*"

I had to read this study for class. It is thorough as fuck.

hi-coup:

cloudcuckoolander527:

yayfeminism:

One would assume that scientists, who are trained to think objectively, are completely immune to gender discrimination. However, a recent Yale study by Corinne Moss-Racusin and colleagues suggests otherwise.

The researchers created a fictional student and sent out the student’s application to science professors at top, research-intensive universities in the United States. The professors were asked to evaluate how competent this student was, how likely they would be to hire the student, how much they would pay this student, and how willing they would be to mentor the student. All of the applications sent out were identical, except for the fact that half were for a male applicant, John, and half were for a female applicant, Jennifer. Results showed that, with statistical significance, both male and female faculty at these institutions were biased towards male students over female students.

Data from the study shows that on average, science faculty was willing to pay the male applicant about $4,000 more per year. 
source

"The gender gap doesn’t exist" 

"We don’t need feminism" 

"Maybe he just worked harder"

"*any MRA bullshit*"

I had to read this study for class. It is thorough as fuck.

3 days ago

October 17, 2014
reblogged via sleepdeprivxotion