Titles. They’re The Worst.

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

maybe I'm reading into this too hard but... we clown on kaz for the sheer irony of “the trick is not to love anything, rollins", and considering this is not long after the bathroom scene, yeah lol, HOT bit of irony there. but... kaz said the trick.

yes, the overt meaning is the strategy, the way to do it, but... kaz said the trick, and this is kaz 'nothing up my sleeves' brekker, the sleight of hand magician. I think he meant that it only has to look that way. you'll see what kaz damn well wants you to see; he knows how to constantly turn up the face of the dirtyhands card while never letting you get so much as a look at kaz rietveld, even if he's somewhere in the deck. it's all about illusions, street magic, trickery! rollins' mistake was not loving his son, it was making it too visible, accidentally showing his hand. you only have to think the coin has disappeared; you can't see the coin, or the card, or the woman in the box, but they haven't really vanished. they're still there, somewhere, slipped away to maintain the illusion. kaz's love isn't visible, anymore... but that doesn't mean it's nonexistent.

(incidentally, what is kaz's greatest trick, if not finding the girl who seems to have vanished?)

You will persist. You will persevere. There is more to come, there is still good in the world, there is still hope. You have to stick around, open up and embrace the good things that come to you, no matter how small, they are worth living for. Embrace it even when the change is scary. Not everything that comes into your life will crash into you and hurt you. There is more than just chaos and destruction out there. In these trying times, remember that there is still good out there and focus on it. It's easy to forget when we are too anxious and overwhelmed because we are only focusing only on tragedy. Remember that where there is suffering, there is someone willing to help, there is someone fighting, and that there is still hope for the world.

The fact that Snape is one of the youngest if not THE youngest professor is fucking hilarious.

Remember how in DMC Beckett was desperate to lay his hands on the Chest because if the Company controls the Chest, they control the sea? The second and third films make it perfectly clear that claiming authority over the heart of the captain of the Flying Dutchman gives you authority over the sea because the captain of the Flying Dutchman is the sea – hence the conundrum in AWE. Since all the rules of Jones’s curse apply to Will, there is no reason to assume that this is no longer the case once he’s taken over, and so the logical conclusion is that whoever has Will’s heart also rules the sea. And we all know what happened at the end of AWE. 

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So yes, what I’m saying is that Elizabeth Turner can stay on land waiting for her husband to come home and still be the most powerful character in the Pirates universe because it just so happens that the love of said husband granted her authority over the sea.

That post about Luna keeping her head in a crisis is making the rounds again, and it always reminds me of one of my favorite things about Harry Potter’s friends.

Can you imagine Head Auror Potter’s enemies deciding he’s too dangerous and they should go after the people he cares about?

“All right, so everyone knows Weasley only made it so far in the Auror force because he was Potter’s buddy, right? Let’s go after him.” Later, Ron is rubbing his neck in embarrassment as the mediwizards are dragging half a dozen neo-death-eaters out of a smoking crater.

“Fine, Granger, then. She sits at a desk all day, nothing to be scared of.” By the time they make it to Hermione’s office they’ve set off six alarms and four booby traps, one of them is permanently blue, another one is seven inches tall. Hermione’s waiting with a drawn wand and a half-dozen goblins that are super cranky about having their negotiations interrupted.

“Okay, how about we go after his wife and kids?” “No way, man, you do not f*** with that guy’s wife.” “Yeah, and his kid bit me! Look, I’ve got a scar!”

“What about the professor? I hear that guy’s kind of a dork. I mean, all he does is mess around in the greenhouses, right?” “I dunno, isn’t he head of Gryffindor house?” Later, “So, I heard you got your a*** kicked by a house plant…”

“The naturalist, then. Pretty little blond girl? Kind of vague? No problem, right?” “Oh, f***, s***, my eyes!” (Everybody always forgets that Luna Lovegood led an army…)

[This last one is largely due to @vivithefolle, so she gets credit for it.]

“What about the godson, right? Lives with his grandmother? Little old lady and a small child, no problem.” … “Okay, why didn’t anyone mention that she’s a Slytherin? And a Black! I’m pretty sure what she just hit us with was banned by international treaty!” “Yeah, what are we gonna do, call the Aurors?”

Ultimately they decide it’s just safer to go after the guy whose signature spell is, after all, Expelliarmus.

Zombies shouldn't growl or snarl, they should babble a mixture of incomplete word sounds and whole words or sentence fragments. Every zombie should sound almost but not quite like it's trying to tell you something.

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If courage isn’t the absence of fear but doing the right thing regardless of it, maybe confidence isn’t the absence of insecurity but knowing you have real worth despite it

Give me weird daemons. Give me ugly, creepy, fragile, impractical daemons. Give me spiders and slugs and hyenas and poisonous frogs and easily-crushed butterflies and daemons that are too big to take into crowds or through a doorway and aquatic daemons that mean you can’t ever leave the coast. Daemons that come with more symbolism than their human was prepared to deal with. Daemons that don’t settle “properly”.

Give me daemons that bicker with their humans. That drag them out of bed in the morning when they don’t want to face the world and force their humans to face things they don’t think they’re ready for. Give me the fallout from daemons that push their humans too hard. Daemons that don’t follow the usual social protocols, that don’t like interacting with other daemons, that talk directly to other humans even though it makes some people scandalized. 

Give me daemons that are the same sex as their humans. Daemons that are the same sex as their humans and their humans realize they’re trans because of it. Daemons that are the same sex as their humans and their humans are cis. Daemons that are trans. Daemons that transition when their humans do or before their humans do. Daemons that are as fluid as their humans, that can present along the entire spectrum of their species’ sexual dimorphism, that sometimes have manes and sometimes have more colourful plumage and sometimes grow extra horns.

Give me daemons that intentionally settle as something soft because that’s what their human needs to hold. Daemons that settle as something small because they’ll both be happier if they can ride in their human’s pocket and always be in contact or always be out of the way of others or be more easily hidden from the prying eyes of others. Daemons that settle as huge, dangerous things even though their humans don’t feel very scary at all - daemons that settle as huge and dangerous things because their humans don’t feel scary or safe. Give me daemons that are misunderstood. Snake daemons that have similar markings to a much more venomous cousin but are harmless. Daemons that are huge but gentle. Swan daemons that look graceful and pretty and have broken 3 people’s arms already.

Give me daemons that pull back. Daemons that hide in pockets or in shadows. Daemons that aren’t ever going to let their human’s romantic partner touch them, and that’s okay. Daemons that don’t understand or like their humans sometimes, because they are their humans, and honestly how often do we understand and like ourselves, especially when we’re young?

Give me daemons that mirror their human’s health, and daemons that don’t. Daemons whose fur loses its gloss when their humans are stressed or ill. Daemons and humans that are both deaf. Daemons who lose a paw when their human has to have a limb amputated. Daemons who are missing a limb in every shape they take in childhood because their human was born without it. Daemons that share their human’s disability because it’s a part of them just like the way they both hate the smell of citrus or they can both curl up their tongues. 

Daemons who don’t match their humans, or who settle as creatures with abilities that let them make the world more accessible to their humans. Daemons who settle as birds so that they can grab things off of shelves for their wheelchair-using humans. Daemons who settle as something big so their humans can climb on top when they’re tired or in pain. Monkey daemons that can type on their human’s behalf when they’re having a migraine and don’t want to look at a screen. Daemons that can perch on their blind human’s shoulder and whisper directions and sights into their ear, that describe colours and prints so their humans can paint and be fashion designers. 

Give me humans and daemons that fall in love at different speeds. Give me daemons that keep secrets from their humans. Give me daemons with unusually short ranges who can’t be parted from their humans, and daemons with unusually long ones that creep people out. Give me daemons that will check your teeth after you eat a salad to tell you if you have spinach stuck there. Give me humans that will check out a library book in a genre they never read because the main character settled as the same wildly obscure species their daemon is and they’re trying to make them feel better about it. Give me human/daemon pairs who have to re-evaluate the assumptions they’ve made about some species when they meet their college roommate and they’re a scorpion and you’re a frog and you’ve read this story - but you end up being best friends. Give me human/daemon pairs that so far have only dated people with big burly predator daemons, who are absolutely floored when they instantly fall for someone with a ladybug.

Give me daemons, please.