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That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.
The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”
Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”
THE LITTLE MERMAID
This isn’t happy-go-lucky disney mermaid you are probably familiar with. This little mermaid isn’t too happy with her “prince.” This short horror film contains violent material and gore.
Sansa Appreciation Week: day 1→ favourite quote(s)
"Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.”
a quick reyna/thalia comic about their first meeting
plus a shit bonus haha sorry
but I really wish that while Nico and Reyna
(and Hedge, but I forgot about him :/ )are travelling together they end up bumping with the artemis’ hunters
Uhhh, I really like that Idea!
you should NEVER BE EMBARRASSED ABOUT YOUR LAUGH like of all the things that you should not be embarrassed about that is maybe the biggest. that is your happy making sound. i hope it sounds like a crazy donkey. you are beautiful.
just the girly things
- forcing an earing through a closed piercing
- taking off tight clothes and rubbing the indents they left on your skin
- human sacrifice
- homemade face masks
Gettin’ ready for the proverbial shit-storm thats gonna happen (undoubtedly in the DA Tag) like:
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.
'Reinventing Rescuing,' theappleppielifestyle. (via justawordshaker)
Give me all of them.
More Genderbent SoMa, but with a little Wes Anderson. Thanks khaleesimaka for looking it over. Might expand upon this at a later time, but for now enjoy!
The dusty yellow piano keys felt chalky beneath her fingertips, and she winced when a sharp plink shrieked in the depths of the instrument. It was a sorry excuse for a piano, an even sorrier excuse for a G chord, but it would have to do.
What kind of bird are you?
The white-haired girl removed her feathery black headdress and placed it on the piano bench, and she didn’t bother to tuck in her black skirt as she sat down.