Sinking into a hot bath at one in the morning, groaning loudly as I lower myself in, I mutter “I don’t complain about my knee enough.”
I stand by it, because, goddamn my knee is sore.can’t tell if I’m pain-crying or “this-is-my-life” crying
Everyone would have agreed it was a shame that two weeks passed before Professor Flitwick realized why the child’s feather was failing to rise. “Louder, boy!” he instructed, when he finally reached the far left corner of the classroom to observe the student’s wandwork.
“Wingar——dium leviosa” the boy had said.
“Don’t pause in the middle, say it smoothly, like this.” Professor Flitwick demonstrated, the feather floating gracefully up a dozen inches then settling back to the desk. “Again!”
And that was when the professor had nodded in understanding and quickly ushered the child to the infirmary.
“No wonder he’s been so shy since he arrived, the poor thing’s ashamed to speak,” he explained to a bustling Madam Pomfrey. She shook three drops of Graphorn Gall onto the terrified boy’s tongue—expensive, but worth it for the permanent fix—flicked her wand twice and spoke the explicare charm. There was a quick red glow across his chin, and a loud pop that made him startle. The boy reached up tentatively to his lips.
“There, let’s hear you now.”
“Wingardium leviosa,” the boy said quietly.
“Ah ha! Very good,” exclaimed Madam Pomfrey. “Back to class, you’ll have those feathers flying in no time.” She escorted them out with a smile, placed her vial of Graphorn Gall back on the shelf, and proceeded to forget the incident entirely.
She wasn’t there to see the boy’s shy eyes when he greeted his parents at King’s Cross in December, his mother gasping at his free-flowing words, his father’s cheeks damp with pride. And many years later, when she noticed a former Head Boy return to Hogwarts with special permission to access the charms library, she could not have recalled their first meeting.
No one saw him alone in the guest quarters that night, pouring over ancient magical-reversal texts, muttering one incantation after another with wand pointed to his lips. “This is my voice,” he repeated quietly between each attempted spell. “This is my voice.” Another flick of his wand. “Th-th-this is my vvvvvoice.”
No, Madam Pomfrey was peacefully asleep after another day of mending the broken. She didn’t hear the man’s long, deep exhale, or see his bitter smile.
(Written and submitted by littleredspaces. This comes with the author’s note: “A look at non-consensual healing and the erasure of disabled identities in the wizarding world.”
I’ll confess, I had to check in with littleredspaces before I understood this fully, not realizing that I had blinders on, so used to my way of looking at the world that I couldn’t understand the horror here. I’m extremely grateful to littleredspaces for taking the time to explain, and, even more so, I’m grateful that this was written. It uses the trappings of the magical world to tell us a story that is decidedly not magical in any way, that is real and all too painful.)
I knew it was a thing I was supposed to do, but i didn’t know if I was doing it?? Spoiler: I was not.
A megalodon tooth stuck in a whale vertebrae.
THIS IS SO FUCKING METAL.
i don’t want my eyebrows to look ‘natural’, i want them to look like they could kill a man.
Hit reblog so fast/p>Help! I need money for an upcoming catastrophe
I know, I know, that is the vaguest title ever, but I can’t really go into too much detail because certain people may see this post. Even being this vague may already be too much.
I need a little extra help because a semi-emergency/disaster is imminent in my life. I have a few months— at best, the end of June, and at worst, within weeks, before this thing needs to happen.
I am saving up a little money, and I plan on selling some things I don’t need anymore, but anything you could spare— even a dollar or two— would help me out. Please? I will love you forever and ever (not that I don’t already!)
I promise I’m not in any imminent danger, but I don’t know how things will play out later. I do have a few friends whom I could rely on and who understand my situation, but at the very least, I’d like to not have to worry about how to survive for a month or two as I get things together.
Lots of love.
Elle is amazing and important and deserves your dollars.
I watched Zoolander for the first time, and I guess it was good, but what I like best are the incredibly thorough credits. They credit the crap out of everyone, and I think that’s really niceWhy representation of POC is important, a three generation trilogy
A young black girl decided to not bleach her skin after seeing the success of Lupita Nyong’o.
Lupita Nyong’o was inspired to be an actress after seeing Oprah Winfrey and Whoopi Goldberg in The Color Purple.
Whoopi Goldberg realized she could BE an actress after seeing Nichelle Nichols in Star Trek
Another great video making the internet rounds to remind us big girls that we can do whatever the hell we want, we shouldn’t let society dictate what we can and cannot do, and… we is hot as hell ;P
She’s super talented, and athletic— I can’t even imagine how much strength and flexibility one needs to do this. Not to mention, she just exudes sexiness.
I’m starting to think… My next project? Pole dancing?
This is spectacular.
Amazing (don’t read the youtube comments)
Oh my Gd, every now and then I fall down the rabbit hole of competitive pole dancing videos. THANKS.
"I have kind of an unpopular opinion that I am hesitant to bring up…what if eugenics against disabled people is actually a good thing?"
—this class that I am attending that I purposely decided not to skip
Oh my Gd, is the school still standing?
[Image: Two screencaps of John Lithgow, a middle aged white man with balding gray hair, in character as Dr. Dick Sullivan from 3rd Rock From The Sun wearing a suit with a very strange tie standing and talking. The captions read: “Why should I be concerned about gaining weight? My body is just the vehicle that carries my brain around and my brain deserves a smooth luxurious ride.”]
NEW LIFE PHILOSOPHY.
Help you understand why or help you deal with it?
The ‘why’ is that it probably isn’t actually a trigger in the sense that you’re thinking.
It’s a trigger for hypervigilance usually.
When we’re in a hypervigilant state- we’re consciously and subconsciously checking for dangers and loud noises can overwhelm that. and cause a ‘Wait what just happened oh god something is going to happen?’
As for how to help it go away.. I wish I knew. one thing I’ve found is just the immediate self soothing and the immediate ‘no one else is freaking out so most likely it was a door or something dropped and everything is going to be okay’ has helped some.
I have this too and like the anon my trauma was in no way related to loud noises, this is a really good explanation.
This is really appreciated
We interrupt your usual schedule to bring you a very small pig descending a set of stairs.
HE JUMPS RIGHT INTO IT AND MAKES LITTEL SOUNDS N0
Sooo cuteeeee omg no
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