guildedparadox:

fireballandfailure:

swarnpert:

standing up and blacking out for a few seconds is just transitioning from a cutscene to the actual gameplay

You motherfuckers need to eat salt is what that means

fun fact antidepressants can cause low sodium levels.

when i was on them, i didnt know this, and my parents hated that i craved salt because “salt is unhealthy”, so i didn’t get enough–and blacked out and got dizzy a LOT.

if ur on antidepressants make sure to get enough salt!! i know media says salt=bad but i promise your body needs it!!

May you NEVER be in a position to not afford your rent!

stephaniejthings:

caram3lk1ng:

lunaesteria:

deztho:

kimreesesdaughter:

Sending good vibes to everyone with rent, utilities and more bills than bills! Better days are ahead.

honestly this shit blessed me…my hours got cut at work for a minute and my check reflected. then my car got towed, and my tags were due. left me $200 short on rent…but my tips this week added up to exactly that much. 😭

pls

Always and forever💯

Bitch sammmeeeeee^^%

adelmortescryche:

mzminola:

twinkie13:

frosttrix:

thepioden:

aenramsden:

I want to see a fanfic where Harry hatches a basilisk.

I want to see a fanfic where he looks up “magical snakes” as soon as he gets to Hogwarts because that thing at the zoo always bugged him, and so the Trio works out that it’s a basilisk immediately after the first petrification in Second Year. But they don’t know how it’s getting around or where it is or anything, so Harry is just like WELP SET A BASILISK TO FIND A BASILISK while Hermione and Ron are like HARRY NO.

I want to see a fanfic where Harry sticks a chicken egg under a toad and makes all these plans about how he’ll talk to his huge deadly snake and get it eye-blinkers and shit so it doesn’t kill people and make sure it’s not too aggressive, and somehow it never occurs to his twelve-year old brain that the chicken egg has a total volume of about four tablespoons and he is not going to get the giant King of Serpents he is expecting.

I want to see a fanfic where it finally breaks out of the shell and Harry finds himself with a bb!basilisk too smol to even have the murder-eyes yet, who can only petrify someone for about half an hour before the effect wears off. She eats spiders and gets tired very easily and demands that he wear a hood she can curl up in and sleep.

(She is also the same vivid green as his eyes and already hideously venomous, but doesn’t like using her fangs because she says they get cold and give her brain freeze when she unsheathes them.)

I just… I really want Harry with a haughty, demanding, arrogant danger noodle who has an overinflated sense of her own importance, views Hedwig as a TERRIFYING MENACE because she isn’t big enough to eat owls yet and keeps up a steady stream of insults hissed in Harry’s ear whenever she’s near someone who has a Dark Mark (which she can sense at close range). And who is basically useless as a familiar because she refuses to slither across anything other than sun-warmed stones or Harry, hasn’t got a very powerful gaze yet and doesn’t like biting people.

(Except snake-arm-people. She finds snake-arm-people confusing and annoying, and would probably make an exception on the no-biting thing where they’re concerned.)

I mean there are obviously a lot of factors influencing snake growth rate but if we assume basilisks just get stupidhuge because they grow their whole lives and are immortal, this snake is probably going to be at least 8 feet long by Deathly Hallows, which is a significant and intimidating chunk of scaly muscle that is intelligent enough to do what it is told. Like, you know, hey, bite this necklace.  

So I mean by like his fourth year it’s going to be pretty hard to hide this snake that is nearly as long as he is tall and it’s not going to do much for his reputation that the Boy Who Lived has a pet fucking basilisk but holy damn does it make book seven a whole hell of a lot shorter. 

I feel like I should write this

can you just imagine him ron and hermione coming up with increasingly ridiculous excuses trying to hide their pet baby basilisk in the dorms (hagrid would be so proud). how long do you think it’d take before harry’s pet basilisk is just a really badly hidden secret between all of gryffindor? and the ensuring antics of the entire house as they try to keep mcgonagall from finding out? (she knows something is up, but even just thinking of what could be big enough the entire house is trying to keep it from her makes her want to break out the firewhiskey)

ron gets the idea to try and practices parseltongue with baby basilisk since he hears harry talking in his sleep with it all the time anyway (and ngl, baby basilisk is kind of adorable and eats all the spiders in the dorm so he doesn’t have to deal with them, he’s pretty smitten once she hatches), and as soon as hermione overhears him trying it, she’s dragging him and harry to the library because, well, parseltongue is a language, why can’t they learn it? so it’s the two of them alternating between hissing at harry and hissing at the basilisk and harry is trying so hard not to laugh because 90% of what they’re saying is utter nonsense and the basilisk doesn’t even bother, because she likes these two humans but wow are they dumb, that’s not how words work.

Can you imagine the collective horror of the Slytherins, once they figure out that Gryffindor’s been hiding a baby basilisk. What if some of them conspire to smuggle in Griffin cubs? Just to rub it in the Griffindorks’ faces.

penny-anna:

gandalfsbane:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

Merry: we’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Legolas will and will not eat

Pippin: grass? yes!

Merry: moss? yes!!

Pippin: leaves? Ohh, yes!

Merry: bootlaces? Strange but true!

Pippin: worms? Sometimes!

Merry: Rocks? Nah

Pippin: twigs? usually!

Merry: Pippin’s cooking? Inconclusive!

Faramir: how did you… test this

Merry: you just hand him stuff and say ‘this is for you’ and if he eats it, he eats it

Faramir: …….I don’t know how to feel about this

Aragorn: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE BOOTLACES WENT

Pippin: well what did you need so many spare bootlaces for anyway

Aragorn: in case… the ones in my boots…. break!!!

Pippin: !!!!!ohhh!!!

Merry: aha!

Faramir: how could you not know that

Pippin: pff you expect me to know how boots work? *walks away*

Legolas: when I ate them, I did not know they were your bootlaces. I thought they were leathery and inferior worms.

Aragorn: so you didn’t even enjoy them

Aragorn: why did you eat them ALL if you didn’t enjoy them

Legolas: Merry and Pippin seemed to like it when I ate the gifts they gave me so usually I ate them

Merry: *slamming his fist down upon the table* you’ve COMPROMISED our test results!! 

Gimli, from a distance: 

Merry, yelling back: WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT IT ARE YOU A SCIENTIST

Gimli: YES

shipping-isnt-morality:

Proposition:

Instead of applying “pedophilia” to all and sundry in order to make it seem bad, consider advocating for people to understand that things “statutory rape” and “teen sexual abuse” can also be equally horrifying crimes with lifelong trauma to the victims!

instead of suggesting that teens are exactly the same as prepubescent children, acknowledge that they are not and build your argument of how bad it is based on how teens actually are.

Because here’s the thing:

“Sex between a 15 year old and a 50 year old is pedophilia” is a false statement. You’re objectively, provably wrong. Words have meanings, and that’s not what pedophilia means. You do not want to be wrong about this. You do not help anybody by making an emotional but wrong argument about this.

“Sex between a 15 year old and a 50 year old is exploitative and morally wrong” is true! It’s an arguable position! It doesn’t bastardize the meaning of a very serious word for emphasis! Say what you mean, not what you feel. If you feel it’s on par with pedophilia, say that! It’s not literally pedophilia, because pedophilia is a word with a specific and important meaning.

It’s the same reason we don’t use “rape” to refer to anything bad happening (the way people very much used to). Rape is a specific thing, a specific crime, a specific trauma. Its meaning matters, legally, socially. The victims of it deserve to be able to talk about their experience with clarity, with words that are undiluted by people using them wrong for emphasis.

This conversation matters, and the words we use matter. Pedophilia is an extremely serious and dangerous thing. So is statutory rape. The fact that they are not the same does not make either less serious, but have enough respect for the damn topic to understand what the distinction is and why it exists, or get off the stage.

Tl;dr – it’s 2018, stop using medical/legal terminology of very serious problems as terms of emphasis for other things

shinondraws:

I was listening to an art podcast and I heard someone use “creative hibernation” as a term to describe a period of time when your creative energy and flow of ideas is slowing down.

Honestly, it sounds so much better than “art block”. To me, “creative hibernation” sounds less like a negative thing and more like an organic part of the creative process. 

“Art block” sounds very definite. They sound like something you MUST actively fight against to break them down in order to continue. “Hibernation” on the other hand sounds more like a thing that happens every now and then but that will go away on its own when it’s time. It’s a stage of gathering energy for the next creative pursuit. Art block on the other hand is an artificial, mental block that actually just seems to solidify the more you treat it like an obstacle to get around.

All creative people go through this type of slowing down all the time and it is completely alright. I thought I would share this because I think the right kind of mentality is actually one of the most important things of recovering your creative energy.