Reblog and put why dudebros would call you ‘forced diversity’ and ‘totally unrealistic’ if you were a fictional character in the tags
is it all right if you do more of the suitcase reaction
Newt!MC is inspired by Newt Scamander
Third years + Ortho
Trey's big brother instincts kicked in when he saw you disappeared and rushed over to look down before he started calling your name. Once he saw you down below, he let out a sigh of relief before climbing down to remind you to not scare him like that again. Ace and Deuce do that enough.
Cater was planning on taking a selfie, but accidentally was recording a video and saw the entire thing. Whipping his head, he also would come over and then see the depth of your suitcase and then asked nicely for a tour of the place which you gave as payback.
Leona’s eyes widened when he saw you disappeared and was concerned, internally. He’ll tell you that he wasn’t worried and you shouldn’t disappear instantly or else people would be asking him questions since he was the last one to see you. He does care, but has a reputation to uphold. He may try to sneak into the case later and hide out there for the rest of the day, only to skip class or to hide from Cheka.
Idia let out a loud squeak when he saw you fall straight down into your case before popping your head back up to check on the poor gamer. Internally, he was panicking and was worried you were disappearing forever. You have to make sure to warn him next time you decide to disappear into your case. It reminded him of a show he watched and had a couple of questions to ask.
Malleus was dumbfounded when he saw you open your suitcase and just dropped in. He is in the same boat as Idia and was scared that you would disappear forever. When you popped your head back up, he was impressed by your ability to make your suitcase spacious. Do all magical individuals have this magical traveling box? He was utterly astonished when you showed him the inside. Definitely offered a gargoyle statue to help decorate the interior.
Lilia is in the same boat as Malleus, he is ecstatic about your suitcase and would probably follow you in after you disappeared into it. He is quite curious about the charm and would want to know more, just to hear you talk.
Ortho was curious about your case and believed it when Idia told him about you disappearing in your case. He asked to see the inside, you opened it and dropped in with ease. He was absolutely ecstatic about your case and would investigate the interior of it.
We’re still starving… Please don’t look away.
This is not just a photo. This is Gaza. This is our reality.
The girl in this image is one of thousands of children in Gaza suffering from severe malnutrition. Her fragile body is a silent scream — a reflection of the hunger, fear, and pain that haunt every corner of our lives.
She could be my daughter. She could be yours.
My name is Fayez, a father of three beautiful children. I live in Gaza, under the unrelenting siege and devastation of war.
Every day, we wake up not knowing if we’ll have food — not even bread or clean water.
The fear of bombs has been replaced by a greater fear: starvation.
I am not afraid to die from the airstrikes anymore. But I am terrified to watch my children die slowly from hunger. To hear them cry at night from empty stomachs, and have nothing to give them — that is a pain no parent should ever bear.
Please, I am begging you — if you are reading this, help me feed my children. Help save their lives. Any donation, no matter how small, can mean a meal, a lifeline, a moment of hope.
When you live for centuries, you can see the extremities of time flowing around you. Your skin never fades, but your mind is always scratching itself with wisdom. Like sandpaper, it whittles just the top, things that aren't important to have. You find yourself carving out memories in wood and writing conversations in books. You convince yourself of the immortality of the written word, yet fail to recognize the wilting of paper.
Did you forget who they were? Who you were around them was different than who you are now. Your mind lives with termites and book worms. Faces crinkle and crack as time gives their once youthful faces wrinkles. Even fire is dangerous. Burning through a library of stories told only by yourself.
Did you know when you were young? As time speeds by, their faces get harder and harder to remember. Once they left you, once you left them. The pictures in your mind only remained for so long. Sure others could speak of them, but what happened to the words of the story? Twisted after every passing. Will they even live in the future?
You may be infinite, but your mind will forever be landscaped. Soon you will look in the mirror, and see a different person than you ever were. Your eyes are almost the same. But they’re scared. What you see is different from what you saw when you were young. Were you ever young? Or have you been stuck being fleetingly curious.
You look in the mirror at your own reflection, your own perfect body. And realize, you’ve changed. You may have forgotten them, their words barely living on paper. But you’ve found yourself able to move on. They’ve helped you through life, and living forever has never really helped anyone.
Why did “be critical of your media” turn into “find all its flaws and hate it” why did people become allergic to FUN