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The older I get, the more I identify with Phineas Nigellus Black.
"This is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced they are absolutely right about everything."
james being a hardcore apple fan and sirius swearing by android
it’s an ongoing daily battle with a thousand passive aggressive comments
sirius throws james’s phone on the ground once a month when he’s being particularly snotty about it b/c james refuses to get a cover
james calling sirius’s phone an atrocity and how does he stand to look at it, let alone use it
sirius calling james a pretentious hipster and asks him how the cult worship is going
james saying he can’t hear sirius over the sound of how awesome his tech is b/c he has every device ever
just kidding these nerds would have matching phones w/ coordinating covers and they’d be each others #1 ice and screen saver pictures
On the importance of a teddy bear…
i will reblog this every time.
But what if the teddy bear is the nightmare and the creature is the protector?
It is a little-known fact that teddy bears crave and feed on the dreams of young children. It is little-known, of course, because the bears are so soft and cuddly that they convince the young children that they need them. For a while, the bear will feed on the bad dreams, leaving the child with nothing but the sweetest of dreams. But the good dreams taste better and feed them more, so eventually the teddy bear will start feeding on those, and the child will have nightmares every night. And, because the teddy bear so thoroughly convinces the child that the bear is necessary for the good dreams, they will keep sleeping with it, hoping for its magic to work again.
But the mind of a child is so rich and imaginative that it creates the means to its salvation. The monster under the bed rises, in the end, to vanquish the bear. Some nights it rises before the first nightmare night. Other times, it is at the last moment, and rises only when the bear means to suck dry every last dream and imagination in the child’s mind.
Tonight is the former. This monster was sent out in time to save its child from a single bad dream. And despite the teddy bear’s sword, the monster is fierce and devours it in a single gulp.
It is about to leave when it hears confused, wordless mumbles. The monster looks down and sees its child is awake, and looking up at it. Sleep has not faded so much that the child doesn’t scream, just asks in a sweet voice what the monster is doing there.
The monster, like the teddy bear, can’t speak. Instead it picks up the water by the bedside, hands its child the glass. Still confused, the child takes it. When the child drinks its fill and hands it back, the monster tucks it in with gentle claws.
The child murmurs a thanks and falls asleep again. And the monster leaves, satisfied that it has left its child with less fear rather than more.
holy shit that was beautiful
#I have this theory #that Peter truly loved Remus Sirius and James #but he always had an complex of inferiority #and he always doubted about himself #because he felt pointless #and unworthy to be their friends #and this is why when Voldemort proposes him to join him #he succumbs #because for the first time he feels like he can do something by himself #that Sirius or Remus would never have done
I used to think about James and Lily going absolutely mad shut up in Godric’s Hollow, but as I’m writing this long fic, it’s occurred to me that these two would never sit idly and let themselves rot for two years.
They kept busy.
After the shock of being pregnant and of their lives as they know it being turned upside down wore off, they sit down and brainstorm ways they can still help the Order. They invite Dumbledore over for tea and they more or less ambush him, insisting that though they can’t use their wands in battle they can still be of use to the Order, presenting their list of possibilities.
Lily becomes the Order’s potion mistress: their kitchen becomes hijacked with potions supplies, four or five cauldrons simmering at any given time, people stopping by to pick up and drop off various orders, a long ledger of supplies spell-o-taped to the wall, figuring out the Order’s long and short term needs based on various missions, working very closely with their resident healer-the one who will deliver Harry, actually, because they can’t go to Mungo’s for half their injuries-and deciding what’s available and what their healing needs are, Dumbledore asking Lily if she could invent this or that potion, Lily rifling through her old potions books and asking Dumbledore to find this specific books, Lily going out under the cloak to track down a specific type of weed that only grows in one place. James cringing because there are animal parts in the ice box, again, but he shoves them aside and grabs another butterbeer. Lily gagging at smells that never bothered her before; plodding on anyway because at least she’s doing something.
James becoming the logistics manager/strategic manager for missions: their kitchen table barely visible under layers of maps, keeping mental track of where all the Order members are at any given time, working out patrol and surveillance schedules for various members, knowing what everyone’s code words are for their various missions, listing out parchment’s with everyone’s strengths and weaknesses and figuring how best to utilize those strengths. Vanishing ring after ring of coffee stain mugs on them because he spends all-night planning sessions with Moody and Dumbledore.
Opening their home, even in hiding, to the Order’s needs. Offering their spare room, at least until Harry comes, and their couch after he’s born, as a safe haven for people to rest in between missions, always having a casserole in the fridge for someone who may stop by for a quick meal in between missions, serving as a safe place for injured members to recuperate.
#guh I love the 3rd gif STOP. NOW. moment so much #the set of her angry angry jaw and how raleigh spins sideways to her at the speed of light #going from teller-tastic murder eyes to a small head-shake of ‘no babe no the punk’s not worth it’ #but he’s NOT physically like puffing up and protecting her or covering her or grabbing her with an open hand of restraint #he’s literally nudging gently with the side of his hand like ‘i recommend non-violence at this juncture my sun and stars’ #and how mako’s look off this is like ???? I KNOW THIS CLOWN TRUST ME HE NEEDS A FIST TO THE THROAT #HOW ARE YOU SO CHILL RALEIGH SRSLY MY KNEE HIS NUTS THIS IS NOT MY FIRST RODEO WITH CHUCKLES HERE #and chuck god love him is just like ‘fuckin bullseye’ and gives the wasp nest one last good kick because he’s chuck #and alas it was the wasp nest marked ‘raleigh’s mako feelings’ and well he just got back from tokyo red shoe in hand #so yeah #chuck’s head snapping back like a pez dispenser in 3…2…1… (via harrietvane)
This scene was actually when I went from feeling more or less neutral on Joan to actively disliking her.
Because wow, that was patronizing.
I loved that scene in Elementary.
1) Firstly, because it immediately deconstructs the “hero throws and breaks something in frustration” cliche (Sherlock throwing a glass slide in HoB, anyone?) it might even be seen as a parody of that cliche.
2) Secondly, because the dynamic is different between a man and a woman than it would be between two women or two men, the visual of a man smashing something in a temper in front of a woman can be taken as threatening or borderline abusive. Joan Watson immediately shows that she is not intimidated by Holmes’ behavior.
3) Lastly? One of the running themes of Elementary is the deconstruction of Sherlock Holmes as the solitary, antisocial genius, and his becoming a member of a community. Holmes’ gifts are given their due respect, but no one in Elementary plays the game of Because Sherlock Holmes is a Bloody Genius He Can Do Whatever He Wants So There. When Sherlock goes after Moriarty (“M”), Captain Gregson suspends him. When Sherlock doesn’t want to talk about his addiction, Alfredo says “You’ve got to get over yourself.” And when Sherlock behaves like a spoiled child, Joan tells him “Use your words.”
You see Joan patronizing Sherlock. I see a member of Sherlock’s community teaching him how to behave like an adult member of that community.
Additionally, Watson’s done good work for a number of years as a sober companion, not a manchild enabler. It’s quite literally her job to deconstruct people’s shitty self-defeating habits and demonstrate that there are better ways to live your life. She’s not in the business of humoring anyone or playing along with their tantrums, she’s in the business of fixing them. And what she does works! It gets spelled out explicitely in the text of the show: Sherlock himself admits that what’s changed about him, for the better, is her.
whenever I see someone wearing a “cool story babe now make me a sandwich” shirt