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fiestyhysteria:

The child actors in Harry Potter would do their actual schoolwork in the movie to make the school setting more real

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Definitely math

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the-peachy-vegan:

laughterkey:

livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

Oh, but this is wonderful.

oops i just cried a little.

the-peachy-vegan:

laughterkey:

livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

Oh, but this is wonderful.

oops i just cried a little.

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neorice:

I felt like doing 100 fungi sprites, so I did.
For my webcomic @ www.neorice.com

neorice:

I felt like doing 100 fungi sprites, so I did.

For my webcomic @ www.neorice.com

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catsbeaversandducks:

Meerkats make the best photographer’s assistants EVER.

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edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.

<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN

EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE

PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA

SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA

REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT

PRETEND IT’S 2BYA

EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 

FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 

PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.

STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

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setbabiesonfire:

Get the fuck out.

setbabiesonfire:

Get the fuck out.

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The party lead is pelted with a clove of garlic seemingly from the direction of the gatehouse. A call of “They’re not vampires!” is heard.

outofcontextdnd:

- Upon attempting to enter a city recently besieged by the undead

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And the winner of April Fool’s Day is: Minecraft! For making me laugh until I absolutely could not anymore.

…And then come back once I’d rested to do it all again.

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teckworks:

Notch, what the fuck man.

This has been a very good day in Minecraft.
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goodbyemisery:

i went into a whole foods and got to hear a woman arguing with a guy at the meat counter because she wanted grass fed organic chicken and he was desperately trying to explain to her that chickens don’t eat grass

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nekobrittany:

thedanaaddams:

keilian:

thedanaaddams:

whereisthebepis:



Hahahaha, it’s funny because she won’t get the job, since she is overqualified, and young part-time workers are cheaper.
Anyone who thinks our generation are lazy, unambitious layabouts… need to fucking lay down and die.The harsh reality is that we are over-ambitious. We are told we can’t get anywhere without a good college degree, so we study hard, and learn all we can, and walk away with a piece of paper and skills to back it up… then we fight to break into a workforce that is already filled.Every year more people graduate college, and the competition keeps mounting. There are a finite number of jobs, and the big-business fat-cats are cutting every corner they can to get away with NOT hiring new people, in order to maximise profits for themselves.
Then there’s the other problem of people having to work MULTIPLE jobs to support their families. Because they’re not paid enough to live on just one, they need to work three jobs to make ends meet - and that means two more jobs are filled by one person.I’m not saying it’s “greedy” to work multiple jobs - I’m saying it’s disgusting that people are paid so little in them that they need to.
How are we supposed to get jobs when the job market is so limited - there’s not even enough work for everyone to have ONE job, much less two or three.And the people who maintain the unemployment system have no idea how bad it really is - because they’ve had their jobs for twenty fucking years or more.
The only big company I know of that hired a graduate from my college did so because he invented a system that would cut their work down by almost 50%. That is what you need to do to get a job around here.
I have applied for every job I am qualified for.I have applied for jobs I am almost qualified for.I have applied for entry-level retail and fast-food jobs.I have gotten nowhere.
And now I have the added bonus of being unable to work much at all due to my health issues. The irony of this is that I will be better off on disability - I will have the freedom to stop searching for dead-end temporary jobs, and be able to take the time to work on my own games and such. Albeit slow and in small bursts.

Exactly. Also, employers want relevant experience, even for entry level jobs. Most job postings for waitressing require 2 years minimum of waitressing experience. I’m not even talking about fancy restaurants, I mean bussing tables in a pizza bar.
The problem of breaking into the job market at all is something seriously fucked up. No-one wants to hire an 18 year old when they can hire a 14 year old for the bare minimum. No-one will hire a 21 year old who is legally required to be paid a full adult wage if they can get anyone younger.
Getting into university was so important that I couldn’t even consider paid employment until finishing year 12. When I started applying for entry level fast food jobs at age 17? Rejection after rejection. If I got any feedback at all it was “Sorry, you don’t have any relevant experience” or ”We can’t know you’ll be able to cope with the work, since you’ve never worked before.”

AH, yes! How did I ever forget to mention the “experience barrier” - everyone trying to break into a job has to contend with this.
They want to take on someone with lots of experience - 2 years, 4 years, sometimes 6 or more.I see things like “4 years, and you must have worked on at least Multi-Million Dollar Film, or AAA Game.”
Now how on earth am I going to do that if I can’t even get my foot in the door at fucking McDonalds?
And you know why they can put “2 years minimum experience” on their ads? Because there are plenty of people out there looking for those jobs with 2, 4, 8 years of experience in that role who need a job desperately.
If you want to work, you basically have to know someone in the company. If your parents run the joint, you can get in there, and get that experience. My sister has no trouble finding work now, because she has a couple years of experience - she got her first job through a combination of lying, and making very good friends with a number of people who worked there, by going to parties.She barely made it through tenth grade.I graduated 12th grade and college.
She has a job.I don’t.
The system is broken, and only maintains a broken status quo. It puts barriers up to the outsiders, and puts minimal value on the insiders.Humans are expendable assets - if they fire you, there’s a queue of people waiting to do your job.
Then there are places that exploit internships.
Some companies bring students in to work for a month for free - the old “pay you in experience” trick. Problem is, they’re not giving you the level of experience you need to secure a job, and there are dozens more students and graduates who want to get those unpaid internships, So they can just keep getting work from desperate students and grads for free.
It’s like all those artists who get asked to do something “for the exposure” - the exposure is an empty promise, and they really just want you to work for free.
The big CEOs want to keep their billion-dollar bank accounts floating. And they don’t care who has to suffer and die for that to happen.
If you wonder why so many young people are trying to make a name for themselves on the internet - “social media stars” and whatnot - it’s because it’s about the only chance we have to do something and be noticed.We now have platforms where we can put ourselves out there, and try to make money based on our talents.
Is it a long-shot?Absolutely.
But it’s about the only chance we have.

This right here explains every thing read closely children cause it’s important

nekobrittany:

thedanaaddams:

keilian:

thedanaaddams:

whereisthebepis:

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Hahahaha, it’s funny because she won’t get the job, since she is overqualified, and young part-time workers are cheaper.

Anyone who thinks our generation are lazy, unambitious layabouts… need to fucking lay down and die.
The harsh reality is that we are over-ambitious. We are told we can’t get anywhere without a good college degree, so we study hard, and learn all we can, and walk away with a piece of paper and skills to back it up… then we fight to break into a workforce that is already filled.
Every year more people graduate college, and the competition keeps mounting. There are a finite number of jobs, and the big-business fat-cats are cutting every corner they can to get away with NOT hiring new people, in order to maximise profits for themselves.

Then there’s the other problem of people having to work MULTIPLE jobs to support their families. Because they’re not paid enough to live on just one, they need to work three jobs to make ends meet - and that means two more jobs are filled by one person.
I’m not saying it’s “greedy” to work multiple jobs - I’m saying it’s disgusting that people are paid so little in them that they need to.

How are we supposed to get jobs when the job market is so limited - there’s not even enough work for everyone to have ONE job, much less two or three.
And the people who maintain the unemployment system have no idea how bad it really is - because they’ve had their jobs for twenty fucking years or more.

The only big company I know of that hired a graduate from my college did so because he invented a system that would cut their work down by almost 50%. That is what you need to do to get a job around here.

I have applied for every job I am qualified for.
I have applied for jobs I am almost qualified for.
I have applied for entry-level retail and fast-food jobs.
I have gotten nowhere.

And now I have the added bonus of being unable to work much at all due to my health issues. The irony of this is that I will be better off on disability - I will have the freedom to stop searching for dead-end temporary jobs, and be able to take the time to work on my own games and such. Albeit slow and in small bursts.

Exactly.
Also, employers want relevant experience, even for entry level jobs. Most job postings for waitressing require 2 years minimum of waitressing experience. I’m not even talking about fancy restaurants, I mean bussing tables in a pizza bar.

The problem of breaking into the job market at all is something seriously fucked up. No-one wants to hire an 18 year old when they can hire a 14 year old for the bare minimum. No-one will hire a 21 year old who is legally required to be paid a full adult wage if they can get anyone younger.

Getting into university was so important that I couldn’t even consider paid employment until finishing year 12. When I started applying for entry level fast food jobs at age 17? Rejection after rejection. If I got any feedback at all it was “Sorry, you don’t have any relevant experience” or ”We can’t know you’ll be able to cope with the work, since you’ve never worked before.”

AH, yes! How did I ever forget to mention the “experience barrier” - everyone trying to break into a job has to contend with this.

They want to take on someone with lots of experience - 2 years, 4 years, sometimes 6 or more.
I see things like “4 years, and you must have worked on at least Multi-Million Dollar Film, or AAA Game.”

Now how on earth am I going to do that if I can’t even get my foot in the door at fucking McDonalds?

And you know why they can put “2 years minimum experience” on their ads? Because there are plenty of people out there looking for those jobs with 2, 4, 8 years of experience in that role who need a job desperately.

If you want to work, you basically have to know someone in the company. If your parents run the joint, you can get in there, and get that experience. My sister has no trouble finding work now, because she has a couple years of experience - she got her first job through a combination of lying, and making very good friends with a number of people who worked there, by going to parties.
She barely made it through tenth grade.
I graduated 12th grade and college.

She has a job.
I don’t.

The system is broken, and only maintains a broken status quo. It puts barriers up to the outsiders, and puts minimal value on the insiders.
Humans are expendable assets - if they fire you, there’s a queue of people waiting to do your job.

Then there are places that exploit internships.

Some companies bring students in to work for a month for free - the old “pay you in experience” trick. Problem is, they’re not giving you the level of experience you need to secure a job, and there are dozens more students and graduates who want to get those unpaid internships, So they can just keep getting work from desperate students and grads for free.

It’s like all those artists who get asked to do something “for the exposure” - the exposure is an empty promise, and they really just want you to work for free.

The big CEOs want to keep their billion-dollar bank accounts floating. And they don’t care who has to suffer and die for that to happen.

If you wonder why so many young people are trying to make a name for themselves on the internet - “social media stars” and whatnot - it’s because it’s about the only chance we have to do something and be noticed.
We now have platforms where we can put ourselves out there, and try to make money based on our talents.

Is it a long-shot?
Absolutely.

But it’s about the only chance we have.

This right here explains every thing read closely children cause it’s important

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Replace the vowels in your URL with “oodle”

goodlerlythoodlengsfooglergoodleoodlekypoodleoodleploodle

….pppppffffff

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megatruh:

I did that redraw thingy :)

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