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TWO TESTS WERE CANCELLED!

NO HOMEWORK!!

WE HAD A BREAK OF 30 MINUTES (we normally have a break of 5-10 min)

AND MY CRUSH ASKED ME TO WORK ON A PROJECT WITH HIM!!!

captainwalt:

eternally-anderperry:

toddspoet:

sweatytootheddeadpoet:

neil-the-deadinside-poet:

queenbottomless:

wellfuckmegentlywithachansaw:

acciothecookies:

oh-were-califormia:

sloth-friemb:

zjalthehappyhedgehog19:

inkwell1013:

lowkeyjustvibing:

letitbefiction:

surviving-an-ocean-of-fandoms:

tinacroat:

anyarps:

i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.

i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING  WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……

southern europe is burning. 

my country is burning.

people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.

yesterday my country had 300 active fires.

people are losing EVERYTHING they own.

i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.

and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish. 

i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately. 

but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?

again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves: 

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

This is fucking important. I am glad someone fucking spoke about this and said what they had to say. The damage is terrible, and all the evergreen, stone, even the ground is black. I was fucking terrified when Croatia was burning. The fire was near a village where I like and I thought it will burn down. I thought the church will burn down. I thought the cemetery where my grandpa is buried will burn. I still remember the smell of smoke, and when I went to check how bad is fire, my clothes and hair and skin all stunk of smoke. It didn’t go away for weeks.

This is NASA’s picture of Croatia and Montenegro burning. My fucking country was burning. Fucking reblog this. I don’t care that it isn’t UK or US, or that it doesn’t go with your blog, fucking. Reblog. It.

Not my blog type, I dont care.

Reblog for awareness. Do it.

@thegrinningkitten @trialoftheguilty-comic @the-bad-sanses @thewastedwaffle @thewastedwaffle @theundertalehuman @idonthavefronds @kit-kit-kat @the-star-sansess @lights-camera-stagefright @smol-lightning-bug @undertaleau-headcanons @enosstart @incorrect-ibvs-quotes @smol-spook-owo @starlypenguins @laurarose1701 @bellkim27 @definitely-a-living-human @smol-spook-owo @joyfultimetravelbanana @joyfultimetravelbanana2222 @aurellia404 @onebizarrekai @ds-and-ibvs-nerdo @horrordustislife @outcode-crossing @undertalethingems @dryemiddi @skumhuu @bung0us @ask-dreamswap @beruu14 @jmv-au @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses @pukicho 

Boost this or so help me

I don’t care if this “Doesn’t fit your blog theme” or “You don’t think people will notice if you reblog it”

I

Don’t

Care

If you don’t reblog this, that’s a conscious decision to ignore that people are suffering.

And one last thing

TAG EVERY SINGLE BLOG YOU KNOW

I don’t care if you don’t think you’re big enough for them to notice you or you’re worried about bothering them, you do it regardless! I nearly had a panic attack tagging some of the bigger blogs I know of because I’m practically invisible in term of popularity but I still tagged them because it’s worth me being anxious if it means someone gets help.

So unless you don’t care about people dying and suffering, then reblog this and be a decent human being.

I know my blog isn’t for this but this effects everyone to some extent. I have tagged literally everyone I follow. Please reblog and spread the word.

@oz-universe @maybeishouldwritesomething @schpog-art @commodorecliche @racketghost @princip1914 @mochacoffee @enraged-chihuahua @assiraphales @dear-ao3 @yet-another-autistic-blog @wow-lookit-all-the-fandoms @notegender @noahhasnousername @feministism @kit-kat57 @sheralazarus @neferneferuaten-nefertiti1342 @crowleytweets @localautisticgirl-blog @amethystpagan @incorrect-ineffable @axtistix @adult-female-with-aspergers @proudautisticgirl @timaeusmechanized @soaptears @elvmoe @crimson-chains @wordtotherose @cccrystalclear @auti-things @aluxray97 @autistic-noodle @eamikkir @gemennair @themoonmothwrites @professorflowers @book-limerence @thegirlwiththepuffhat @lagriffedemaho @autist-tips @turnipot @lettheseabirdscry @doodlesoffandomsandtrash @ademonwithinternet @scriptautistic @imaveryspookygirl @pink-imagines @moonstonemoonlight @demi-chen @bennyssewingblog @carlydraws @kinda-ok-ish @autie-biographical @drawingpkmneveryday @adhd-alien @finley-myself @birendrabhatta @amoxtlaltli @enelica @writingwithcolor @tweedfeather @wahoo-shem @innerdestinypuppy @servantserah @this-familiar-song

@binch-i-might-be @broadwaypunk

@thegirlwholovedstarkid @wellfuckmegentlywithachansaw @this-is-humanitys-eleventh-hour @thekingwiththerustythrone @imaketheladiesmcswoon @icefoxe @grangerstarkid @itsybitsybookworm @official-lucifers-child (sorry for tagging you, this needs awareness) @theinsanelylogical @oh-were-califormia @jakemothpigeonchaos @microwave-gremlin @mr-mcswoon @adhdaydreaming

Sorry for tagging y'all, but this is so fucking important

@starkidding-around @grangerstarkid @wellfuckmegentlywithachansaw @mermistahawk @theinsanelylogical @articulateyoungcapitalist @someone-here-is-smart @racecrack-higgins @jaelynn-is-slightly-confused @the-cowbi

@chisheya @strxwberry-cottxge @propaganda-for-poets @philocxlyy @animeart907 @wolfstar-shitpost @wolfstarxmoon @mythiee @lovelylsddream @itsedgelord666iamcoal @lesbianralzarek @badjokesbyjeff @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses @official-lucifers-child @wolfstarloml @bpd-bbyg @ladycottagecore @lousydrawingsforgoodpeople @dredsina @hellsite-hall-of-fame

Already been tagged, reblogging again.

Fuck my crippling anxiety.

@pmseymourva @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses @manda1orians @thatlemonbetch @gayarsonist @one-time-i-dreamt @your-gay-lawrence @i-am-a-snom @pukicho 

@neilperrydeservedbetter-blog @sweatytootheddeadpoet @toddspoet @perryander @ughgclden @anderperrytheplatypus @non-binary-culture-is @nonbinarylionary

@teddyduchampsglasses @yourpal @teddyisntverycool @anderperryenthusiast @laughincryintumblinmumblin @celmoth @carpenoctemdps @kidovna

@quaffles-with-syrup @queertoddanderson @we-live-in-a-dead-poets-society @etherealpoets @eternally-anderperry @emoish-ariel @unmanned-flying-deskset @illuminatedtears @phillipmorgan @pricklypearheart @perrysglasses @a-cowboy-needs-a-hat @freckledcameron @gerardpittsie @himbo-knox @httttps @j-evans-pritchard @kansascitymeeks @keepthedeadpoetsalive @lycanthropy @zodiacfae @charliedaltonstan @binarystarkillers @biasthenonpoet @nuwanda-not-charlie @neilperryreal @neil-the-deadinside-poet @nuwanda-speaks @november-rage @mortuus-poet

please reblog, i might’ve tagged some people im not even moots with.

@armthearmour @baby-vintage @captainwalt @deadpoetssocietymemes @fuckyeahrobertseanleonard @neilperrysboyfriend @neilperry1595 @todds-perry @tomorrow-isnt-coming @deadpoetspages @dead-academic

I’ll add more later I’m in class. I cannot stress the importance of this enough

For my mutuals

@laughincryintumblinmumblin @gelexia

And that’s it so here’s to the followers too!

@ughgclden @penelopeggrace @another-unfortunate-name @ohnoiamback @stroopwafeldetective @sweetnspicysimp @moonstarteaxx @clownunii @lesbianflowercrown @tofeeltaller @theotherdeadpoet @towriteabetterlife @tellmewhytheyswoon

Please read and react to this guys

@anderperryenthusiast @polyesterrbride @mrzweasley @lunaleonorah @gredmforge @daisyyy2516 @blush-and-books @redacted-thething @krasivayadarling @oldschoolkiddo @onyourgoddamnleft @feetoffthetablee @deadpoetsmuses @daffodilmoons @avrilstaro @tofeeltaller @gerardpittsie

(Percy, Oliver, and Belle having a stroll in the forest)

(Marcus and Via running from their death eater father who trying to kill them)

(Marcus tackles Oliver to the ground while Via tackles Percy and Belle)

Oliver: A simple duck would have done it!

Marcus: If we had yelled duck you all would not duck

Via: But yell back “WHERE”

Percy and Belle: .-.

i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING  WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……

southern europe is burning. 

my country is burning.

people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.

yesterday my country had 300 active fires.

people are losing EVERYTHING they own.

i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.

and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish. 

i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately. 

but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?

again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves: 

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

Boost this or so help me

I don’t care if this “Doesn’t fit your blog theme” or “You don’t think people will notice if you reblog it”

I

Don’t

Care

If you don’t reblog this, that’s a conscious decision to ignore that people are suffering.

And one last thing

TAG EVERY SINGLE BLOG YOU KNOW

I don’t care if you don’t think you’re big enough for them to notice you or you’re worried about bothering them, you do it regardless! I nearly had a panic attack tagging some of the bigger blogs I know of because I’m practically invisible in term of popularity but I still tagged them because it’s worth me being anxious if it means someone gets help.

@laughincryintumblinmumblin @gelexia

And that’s it so here’s to the followers too!

@ughgclden @penelopeggrace @another-unfortunate-name @ohnoiamback @stroopwafeldetective @sweetnspicysimp @moonstarteaxx @clownunii @lesbianflowercrown @tofeeltaller @theotherdeadpoet @towriteabetterlife @tellmewhytheyswoon

here’s the link 

@its-jessie-lu​ @smol-lightning-bug​ @vikinglumberjack​ @aesthetify​ @stubborn-gryffindor​ @resident-unsmart​

Thanks for the tag! I’ve never made one of these before but here it is. Sadly it won’t let you add color to the tips of your hair.

Thank you @hpnonsense for the tag xoxo

Shh, I didn’t reblog at first as the wrong account, that’d be silly

I would definitely be an astronaut

I would end up being a doctor which is ironic cause I am going on protests currently so that i dont have to be one.

i don’t recall what that meant, but that’s what i’d be.

I’m pretty sure I’d be a “musician who plays nursery rhymes.”

I had a lot of CDs back then of people singing nursery rhymes, lullabies, etc. and I thought that would be the greatest job in the world.

I still find that subject very interesting though.

Ima tag @dddenkibraingobrr @vegetiny @auroron and @accio-broom

Surprisingly I’d be what I still want to be. A writer. I’ve on off wanted to be a writer since I was little.

is this what you mean? (I mean I’m fine with this)

Someone in June: (Say something homophobic)

So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins reaching out, asking for help from classmates from other houses. They’re terrified, truly terrified because the being their parents claimed would never hurt them because they’re pureblood, they realize that he does not care.

Imagine Slytherins in the 5th book sneaking off to join Dumbledore’s Army, to learn more about who Voldemort is without their parents acting as a filter. 

Imagine the shock when they’re told what he’s really done.

Imagine that a few talented Slytherins went with Harry and the others into the Ministry of Magic. The others are a bit wary but they prove themselves as friends.

Imagine them being confronted by Lucius Malfoy in the the Hall of Prophecy, and when the Death Eaters descend, they know that any one of them could be their parents.

Imagine the shocked gasp of a Death Eater as they realize their own child, a pureblood, is standing defiantly with Harry Potter. They choke back a cry. They can’t let their child know that they were about to duel to the death.

Imagine a DA Slytherin facing off against their own Death Eater parent. That they make the decision to let their child defeat them, because in that moment, they realize that they love their child more than they fear Voldemort. They go down, mask unveiled, and the Slytherin kid has to be dragged from the fight before he gets killed.

Imagine Book 6 Slytherins getting more friendly and cooperative with the other houses. Two years of Voldemort terrorizing the muggle and Wizarding world, two years where their parents just up and leave some days, cringing from the pain in their arm, two years after the death of the first Slytherin pureblood, Cassius Warrington, killed by Voldemort’s right-hand man, and they’re slowly hitting the breaking point.

Imagine Slytherin kids keeping tabs on their parents, sending the information to Harry, who shares it with the Order of the Phoenix, and hoping that their parents won’t be killed.

Imagine Book 7 Slytherins low-key rebelling against the new oppressive Hogwarts staff.

Imagine the final siege on Hogwarts, where Slytherins stand proudly by their fellow houses, knowing full-well they could be fighting their own parents. Some Slytherins know their parents were in the fighting. They hope to find them first and sneak them away. Their fellow students understand. Professor McGonagall allows 7th Year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, to duel a death eater in her stead; her father is under that veil. She knows it.

Imagine the aftermath of the battle; every house suffered loses. Slytherin students crying over the deaths of friends they made in every house.

Imagine Harry staring over her head at everyone else until Hermione steps up–it doesn’t take long, but it takes long enough that when she does all eyes are on her as a source of motion–and says “we’re never going to forget this. They’re not going to get away with it” and the girlfriend just latches onto Hermione and everyone is in wands-out stance convinced she’s about to attack the shit out of Hermione, and then the girlfriend stares into her eyes and says “do you promise me” and Hermione just gives her this super-firm nod and says “I promise” and the girlfriend just collapses on her, sobbing. 

Imagine Dumbledore trying to give some flowery speech about inter-wizard solidarity while glossing over why, because Slytherins have always been a touchy subject, and Ron gets to his feet and says “Professor, I need to say something important” and Dumbledore is so surprised he just cedes the floor, and Ron–after that awkward moment when he realizes everyone is staring at him–says he didn’t know Warrington particularly, but he knows how Warrington and Harry played. That each was always cheering on the other. Both wanted to win, but neither was willing to undercut the other by underhanded means. He finishes up saying “I think–I think it’s important everyone should know he died being what a champion should be. Because he could have abandoned Harry and instead he stood up with him to play the game the honest way, and he died for it. And–and Slytherin House should be proud, and we should all be proud, because Warrington was a good bloke.” He sits back down all flustered because he didn’t actually stand up meaning to make a speech. And then Pansy Parkinson stands up before Dumbledore can take back control of the room and says “I want to tell Weasley thank you.” And all of Slytherin House raises a glass–to Warrington, to Weasley, to Potter–and the other houses follow suit. Many years later, Wizarding scholars will say that was the moment Voldemort truly lost.

Imagine later that summer. Harry gets several owls on his birthday, all unsigned. The birds are plump and pretentious and well-cared-for. He will never know which Slytherins sent him their treasures: parchments with hexes developed by the Death Eaters; a strange locket that will only open if he whispers a special spell but that always shows him the picture he most needs to see; a page torn from a potions book that, brewed properly, will allow him extra time to summon a Patronus by giving him a few crucial seconds not just of happiness but of bliss. It doesn’t matter. Harry knows these gifts not as birthday gifts but for what they really are, and he treasures the locket and copies out the potion to send to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, and when first summoned by the Order of the Phoenix he marches straight up to Dumbledore with the hexes and says “I can’t tell you where I got these, Professor. But they’re in use by the Death Eaters and I think you should have them.” Months later, Sirius will recognize the spell Bellatrix shoots at him, and will dive out of the way just in the nick of time.

The final battle. Everyone is there. Sirius somehow ends up herding a group of Slytherins. They all stare at him and he at them, across a centuries-old divide Voldemort has only succeeded in deepening. Then he remembers the hexes. Harry’s locket, now tucked under Sirius’ shirt because Harry’s friends are with him in this battle but most of Sirius’ are dead. The moment that happiness potion saved Remus’ life, his very soul. Snape’s final words to Harry, finally seen not as mockery but real true advice. What Harry said Voldemort said–his first words in his new form. They are kids, and they are sharing the same kind of hurt he once wouldn’t admit to, watching his mother burn his name off the family tree. “When we go in there, it’s going to be hell,” he tells the Slytherins. “Some of you are probably going to die. I might go down too, and if I do I want your best curser in the front. But I want you all to remember one thing. There are no spares.”  Later retellings of the battle never fail to mention the moment a group of angry, screaming teens burst into the Great Hall, wearing their green and silver as the badge of honor it should be, shouting NO SPARES, NO SPARES at the tops of their voices in between hexes and curses and the occasional physical punch. When Hermione is present, she always interrupts the storyteller to be sure everyone knows about the moment Blaise Zabini shoved her to the floor, dropped on top of her, fired off three curses in rapid succession and said “stay alive, Granger, we need you” before jumping back to his feet and vanishing into the melee–how, for all anyone knows, those may have been his last words, and she will not let his sacrifice go unnoted. 

The aftermath. Malfoy holds out a hand to Sirius, badly injured on the floor. Sirius asks how Malfoy is willing to trust him. Malfoy nods at his chest. “You’ve got my godfather’s locket,” he says, and when Sirius and Harry finally speak after the battle Harry gives his full agreement to the very first thing out of  Sirius’ mouth. They give the locket to Malfoy. Sirius grits his teeth and closes his eyes and opens them and says “He probably saved my life, giving Harry that.” He doesn’t say thank you. Malfoy hears it anyway.

The school reopens under a single banner: the four Houses united. The House rivalry is reduced to just that–a competition in fun–with those deep divides slowly healing to scars, and eventually away to nothing at all.

Imagine it.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2042146

Or you can search up: Cassius Warrington and the Triwizard Tournament 

Thanks lifegivesyoulemonsandsugar!