Harry Potter’s romantic/sexual history
I was literally JUST having this conversation with my sister but I think one of the most difficult aspects of committed long term relationships is that there will be times when your partner is not okay and you just gotta drop everything and show up for them, no matter how inconvenient the timing might be for you, no matter how HARD and not-fun it is to steadfastly sit with someone in depression and anxiety and grief. that’s what for richer for poorer in sickness and in health means. and in a balanced relationship those roles reverse bc you both do that for each other
-Students have been summoning eldritch abominations (accidentally or otherwise) for centuries. Cthulhu himself has been summoned at least ten times.
-Someone made a lava lamp filled with actual lava and almost burned the Tower down in the process.
-At least one of the many anatomically correct skeletons scattered around the Common Room, dorms and hallways is real and/or sentient.
-A 6th Year once Accio-ed the squid into the school to be their date for the Yule Ball.
-A small group of dedicated biology enthusiasts somehow got a cat and a Blast-Ended Skrewt to reproduce.
-Of the countless hidden rooms in Ravenclaw Tower there’s a library of books swiped from the Restricted Section, a tiny, functional clockwork city and a ginormous tank with a humpback whale in it.
I aspire to be like her
hmmm
The first day back in England, every one of the Pevensie children managed an extravagant fall.
Their legs are shorter than they should be, but they can’t say this out loud.
Weeks go by. Eventually, they all relearn how to walk.
But there are other, stranger things they can’t relearn.
Like how:
Lucy is eight.
Lucy is twenty-three.
She can’t remember how to be small and unimportant, or how to play children’s games. Fifteen years in another world have left her used to being listened to, relied upon. The horrors of war are far less frightening than the horror of ignorance, of tiny uncalloused hands. Or waking in the night remembering the culture, the world she left behind.
Like how:
And Susan is twelve - nearly - thirty.
With small children of her own under her care. She can’t forget the feel of them growing inside her.
She can’t unlearn the way her ears are always listening for them. Years later she is still celebrating birthdays for people who live only in her memory, only knee high. At night she’d kept awake wondering about the strangers she gave birth too.
So she keeps trying to forget.
For the boys it is different. But not better:
Peter is thirteen and full of anger. The adults call it puberty. The adults don’t realize the shadow in his eyes is the same shadow in the eyes of returning soldiers. High King Peter, with so many lives under his command now commands nothing, and knows nothing. Responsibility and questions weigh on him.
But Edmund wakes up one day and realizes that after so many years no stranger can ever go to war with him about a child betraying his family for roses and sugar. His worst mistake weighs only on his mind now. And somehow, it’s this small silver lining that lets him pull their family back from the brink. He is no longer the broken one, no longer haunted by a child he no longer is.
Even so.
The Pevensie’s are adrift in a world of smoke and debris, and the rolling empty countryside. The war here is not fought with swords and fangs, but gas, and fire from above.
A fate worse than death is not being turned to stone.
There is no Lion coming at the eleventh hour to save them all. No lion except the one they carry inside themselves.
And that would have to be enough.
So each Pevensie found a way to matter, to change, to save.
And a little bit of Aslan crept in around the corners when they needed him most.
There was a snap and a growl to Lucy her mother had never seen.
A spine of unyielding stone in Susan.
A soft listening silence in Edmund.
And in Peter a flash of fang, and reckless hope.
The Pevensies are not in Narnia.
So they took part of it with them.
lights and reflections! small corner of another new painting
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From Forests by Michael Chinery, illustrated by Bernard Long and Eric Robson. 1992.
Chinese Giant Salamander (Andrias davidianus)
(Photo from San Deigo Zoo)
Conservation Status- Critically Endangered
Habitat- China
Size (Weight/Length)- 25 kg; 115 cm
Diet- Fish; Insects; Crayfish; Frogs; Other salamanders; Crabs
Cool Facts- The Chinese giant salamander is both the largest and rarest amphibian in the world. Completely aquatic, these giant salamanders spend the majority of their time sleeping under rocks. When not sleeping, they eat practically anything. They prefer freshwater crabs but they have been reported to engage in cannibalism. Despite their near blind state, they are expert hunters by using vibrations sensed on nodes along their spine. Females and males only live together during the breeding season and until the eggs hatch. The male protects these eggs with his life while the female hunts for food. Due a mass decline in population from population, illegal hunting, and habitat destruction, zoos and breeding facilities around the world are working to save these massive salamanders.
Rating- 13/10 (Absolutely massive, friendly friend.)
Gilbert: *takes Anne’s hand*
Anne: What was that?
Gilbert: Affection
Anne: Ew
Anne: Do it again
Is it just me but life feels very stagnant and meaningless lately? This quote has been playing in my head alot lately "How we spend our days is how we spent our life" and i feel as if I'm just existing and wasting my days if this is how i spend my life based on my day to day activity then it just truly is such a bland and boring one
Tumblr is my guilty pleasure if you know me on real life you don't. I am not her.
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