Okay but we’ve established Newt told everyone how to make a Baskalisk. Voldemort was a parsletongue with compelete control over them right?
Why the fuck didn’t he just make an army of practically unbeatable demon snakes and take over the world using them? He wouldn’t have needed to rely on dumbass death eaters, or share his glory? Better yet make the fucking Baskalisks horcruxes and boom they’re even more unbeatable and deadly and controllable.
Darkest wizard of all time, he’s a fucking no nosed idiot.
Okay, I have this theory about the whole “magic screws with technology thing” in the Harry Potter books because it is absolute bullshit. There are several instances in the books where muggle tech is used without magic interfering at all. (Please bear in mind that I have little to no knowledge about how electricity works)
1. The Ford Anglia
Cars are machines that are operated with gas and batteries. They use electricity, how else could you hot wire or jump-start cars? So by the books logic, cars shouldn’t work around magic; the batteries should short out. And yet, the Weasley’s car works not only while it’s at their home, but also after it’s been in the forbidden forest, which is full of magic. It was also able to withstand the placement of enchantments on it without shorting out.
Other examples of motor vehicles working within the magical world include the Knight Bus and the Ministry cars Harry and the Weasleys use as transportation to Kings Cross.
I can think of 2 arguments that will destroy the motor vehicle example however:
A. Car batteries can be replaced with magic; and
B. What magic interferes with is air waves and frequencies, not electricity outright.
Okay, just keep A in mind, while I address B in my next example.
2. Radios
Radios use air waves to transmit sound, and so by all rights they shouldn’t work around magic, but the Weasley’s have a perfectly good one in their home that works. How is this possible??
It’s possible if magic doesn’t interfere with muggle technology at all. Think about it:
We get this information from Hermione, who read it in Hogwarts: A History.
We just believe it at face value, but what if Bathidla Bagshot was misinformed, or possibly lying. We know that Hogwarts: A History was written sometime before 1991, and can speculate that it was probably published much earlier, when muggle technology was not as developed as it is today.
In 1996 only 16% of homes in the UK had mobile phones but by 2015, that number increased to 95%.
If the information presented in Hogwarts: A History is not true, it would be plausible that nobody knew because the technology wasn’t widespread enough until very recently for anybody to have enough reason to test it. And, wouldn’t it benefit the pure-blood agenda to keep wizards from using muggle technology?? #ministryconspiracy
Anyway, muggle technology does work at Hogwarts because Bathilda Bagshot was wrong/lying in Hogwarts: A History.
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Because I don’t want to see any comments after this reblog on how it’s perfectly normal for boys to start noticing girls when they’re all going through puberty – this graph is based on women’s responses to an /r/AskReddit thread that specifically mention grown, adult men.
I remember doing a shift at my work experience placement in a bookstore and some grown man (he was starting to grey around the beard) came up to me while I was stocking the shelves. He was asking if I always worked in the History section and I said no, I stock all over the store (duh?) and suddenly went from zero to a hundred by asking “What time do you get off work? Can I take you for coffee?”
The feeling was instantaneous – hot and cold at the same time. Your stomach curdles and chills while your skin heats and feels like it’s melting away. My whole face turned red and all I wanted to do was vomit. “I am fourteen years old.”
He looked embarrassed as hell.
… And yet …
“What? No, you can’t be.”
“… BUT I AM. I AM FOURTEEN YEARS OLD.”
“Bullshit, where’s your ID?”
“SIR, the only ID she has is from her JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL.” My (male) manager had walked up behind me (he later said he heard me say my age the first time around and came running over). “She’s a minor. She doesn’t have to show you anything. Can I help you with something? Do you need help with a purchase?”
The word ‘minor’ set this guy off and he started ranting about how I was leading him on. Another customer (probably in his 20s) overheard it all, looked at me and back at the guy, obviously determined that I was not in my twenties, sneered and went “Gross, dude” – which, yeah, but that set this creep off even more. My manager and another male employee ended up walking him out.
I will fucking love that manager until the end of days for stepping in like that – but unfortunately nothing will take away that cold, gut wrenching feeling a young girl gets hit on by a man twice her age.
I was fourteen, in the Bahamas on vacation, and a full-grown man tried to lure me away from the table where I was waiting for my mother who was in the washroom. I was timid and shy and had absolutely no idea what his motives were, but in retrospect, best case scenario, he wanted me to have sex with him. Don’t want to think about the worst case scenario.
I looked mature for my age, but he ASKED ME MY AGE AND I TOLD HIM AND HE CONTINUED TO PURSUE IT.
Thank the fucking lord my mother returned a minute later and had a fucking meltdown when she saw what was going on.
If men want to complain about how they’re always seen as predators, this graph is a good fucking example of why most women do. I guarantee you that most women have one or two stories like this.
I used to ride on the back of my step-dad’s motorcycle sometimes (he’s like 6′2″ and over 200 lbs, I was 5′4″ and about 110) and one time this guy pulled up beside us and says to him “That’s a hot piece of ass you got back there!”
Dad raised his visor slowly.
“THAT IS MY DAUGHTER. SHE IS TEN.”
“Oh shit…. Sorry…”
I hadn’t even hit puberty, yet.
To make things worse, the guy probably figured @dollsonmain was prepubescent, just thought she was a sextoy anyway.
The response to #notallmen is #toomanymen. And the more indignantly you claim it’s not all men, the greater the odds that you’re one of the too many.
Yeah, I wish I could fly or run at super speed or teleport. Whose doesn’t?! But the superpower I crave most acutely is the ability to dreamwalk.
There are innocent uses. You show up in your friend’s recurring nightmares and tell her that this time, it’ll be okay – she’s safe, her dreams are made of dust and fantasy, and she can control them. You chase off the monsters and demons and teach her how to turn lucidity on and off. She can rest easy without your help.
But oh, god, you can also make the person who gave her those nightmares in the first place pay for it. Sleep tight, shitlord! What’s the matter? Did you have a bad dream? Are you ready to have bad dreams for the rest of your life? I hope you like sleep deprivation, asshole, ‘cause I’ve got a full tank of nightmare fuel and you’re riding shotgun.
Corrupt politician ready to vote for an evil bill? He can’t prove that you terrorize his dreams! Maybe he’s a rich bastard who will never experience any of the horrible consequences of his actions first hand…but he’s a rich bastard who wakes up screaming every night because The Ghost of Christmas Fuck You has come a-calling.
Honest to god this is so close to my mood right now I am cackling. Holy shit.
GOD this would be so fucking therapeutic. I am 100% sure that it would improve my mental health. Astonishing.
men really think relationships between women just dont exist
like im not talking about gay shit im talking about the most very basic sense…name me a single male-created piece of content that doesnt keep all of its women characters in isolation
george rr martin wrote a high fantasy midieval society with various royal families and forgot to give the majority of the princesses, ladies and queens ladies in waiting or even just female friends at court with them
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