Gryffindooooor

BONUS: Doofenshmirtz around children he literally just met who wrecked his ‘inator’.

Literally I could go on and on with examples but my computer’s starting to crash from the amount of images.

Sirius: As someone who cares about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up. Is 7 okay?

(This is a short story I wrote today. It’s about the creation of the universe. Sorry for any bad grammar in it.) 

The beginning

It never remembered exactly when it woke up. It did however, remember music. Hauntingly beautiful melodies that had rang through its head, and gave It, for the first time, sight. Each song created new images. One song gave it visions of stars and nebulas, another of enormous floating rocks, with creatures and beautiful plants covering them. This was Its favorite song, The song of life. It loved watching the creatures, how they each moved and interacted with each other. It couldn’t quite recall where it first heard these melodies, or what had even been the source of them, but It did know that before it had heard the music, there was nothing. It distinctly remembered the nothing. ‘it was quite boring’, It thought.  It had never had thoughts before the music. Just an endless sense of nothing. But somehow after hearing the music, It became aware of its self for the first time. After the music stopped, the visions faded with it. It became determined to find this music again.

It had been searching for the music for eons, of course It had only become aware of the passing of time after it heard music, and the music had left. It had become increasingly frustrated, searching an empty void, for something It wasn’t even sure still existed. It was also becoming lonely, and a little bored. After being alive for so long, It had figured out how to ride the invisible waves that surrounded It. It could always feel them, pushing against It, slightly moving It. It enjoyed riding these waves, but It needed a second to think. For so long It had been searching for music, when maybe, that wasn’t what it was supposed to be doing. Maybe It could create the music itself. It thought back to the first song It heard. The one that gave It visions of stars, and began to sing. As It sang, It realized that by waving its hand through the air, stars were being painted in the wake. It laughed gleefully. It had never seen anything so beautiful. It noticed the stars were faintly singing back to it, it was the most beautiful sound It had heard. Taking the stars in its hands, It carefully crafted nebulas, and star clusters, and even a little swirling galaxy. ‘this is my mission’ It thought. ‘to paint the universe with my stars, and give color to this empty void.’ It hoped back onto the waves, and as it rode them, painted stars as It went.

After a while It had grown a bit tired of painting the stars, and decided to try something else. It thought back to all the creatures it loved watching when It listened to the song of life, and began to sing. Nothing happened. It looked around, but there were no other living beings in sight. ‘of course, they need a rock to live on.’ It began singing a song of creation, and molded the universe around it to form a giant rock. ‘there we go, now they will have a place to live.’ Once more It began to sing the song of life, but again, no life was born. It thought long and hard about the visions It had received and realized its mistake. It once more sang a song of creation, covering parts of the planet with water, and took a handful of stars, compressing them until they formed a hot, glowing orb of fire. Through many days of trial and error It finally found the correct place for the orb. It placed it not too far from the rock, because It did not want the water to freeze over, and not to close, otherwise the life would burn. For the final time It sang its song of life, and life bloomed on the rock. It was estatic. While It waited for life to evolve and become creatures it could watch, It decided to give the inhabitants beautiful things to look at. It went hard at work creating beautiful stars, suns, and whole solar systems, although It didn’t bother creating new life, as that took too much of It’s energy. When It was done with the galaxy It moved back and admired it.  A swirling blue mass of energy, with a golden light glowing from the center. ‘beautiful.’ It thought. It traveled back to the rock it had created. It found many different life forms inhabited the rock now. Huge, almost terrifying beasts roamed the rock, and It spent thousands, maybe millions of years watching these creatures, but their constant fighting and eating each other started to bore It. It sighed and decided to start over. Grabbing a rock that flew by it’s head, it hurled it down, destroying most living things. This pained It to do, but It wanted to create something more peaceful. It understood that in order to survive, the creatures must fight, but the creatures it had first created were too violent. It decided to make something itself, instead of letting them evolve from the universe. It decided to make something that resembled Itself. After many failed attempts, it finally created the perfect creature. It decided to call them humans. It loved the humans, more than any star, galaxy, or other planet it had ever created. They were incredibly smart too, It happily watched as they learned how to control fire, and then slowly, start to build their own simple shelters. Slowly they started populating more of the rock.  It knew it was time to move on. As much as it loved watching its humans, It knew it must finish It’s mission of spreading stars, and eventually, other life across the universe. Sadly, It turned its back on its beloved creations, and went on Its way, traversing the waves, singing its songs of stars and galaxies, taking careful time to craft star clusters and nebulas until the entire universe was singing its song back to It.

1) Zuko wasn’t the worst character in the Fire Nation. From really early on it was shown that, compared to Zhao, Azula, and other Fire Nation leaders, Zuko was consistently more noble. He tried to be a good person and do the right thing, even when doing so led to him suffering for his actions. 

2) Zuko suffered for his mistakes. He suffered when he turned away from Iroh, he suffered when he betrayed Iroh, and he suffered even after his face turn. There were consequences for his mistakes; he didn’t get off scot free because his childhood was hard. He was still held accountable by the narrative and made to take responsibility for the wrongs he did. 

3) Zuko made tangible amends to the people he hurt. He rescued Hakoda, helped Katara get closure, and became Aang’s firebending master. He put in work to make up for the things he did and rebuild bridges with his new allies. 

Remus Lupin’s mother’s maiden name was Howell

HOWELL

HOWL

HIS FUCKING FATHER WAS LYALL WHICH MEANS WOLF AND FUCKING LUPIN ARE YOU FUCKINg KIDDING ME

Rant two:

Hybrid houses are literally the stupidest idea of all time. Yes we know that people can fit in multiple places, obviously, the categories of ‘smart’ ‘brave’ and ‘just great’ are way to vague to be able to format everyone in. (I left hufflepuff out because it’s a little more complicated than one or two words). In the books themselves, it talked about how Hermione was a Gryffindor but even the hat almost put her in Ravenclaw so obviously the traits can overlap. If you are that borderline, then pick a house, like Harry did. Your choice counts.

I know this Ancient but it just came up again and now I’m angry.

Let’s review: just because you were friend zoned (let’s not get into if that’s even a thing rn) doesn’t give you a right to take it out on anyone.

Yeah it was shitty for Snape that Lily went to the man who bullied him but Lily made her choice. Snape needed to either accept it and make peace with James and then Lily and him could stay in each other’s lives (as friends) or if that was understandablely too hard, cut ties with Lily and try to move on.

Taking his anger out on children was immature and cruel. I understand having to teach a child that looked just like your worst enemy is hard but so is life.

Because of him so many children now have so many more insecurities. So many ideas and so many fears they may not ever had. But a person of power over them used their flaws against them and instead of building them up they felt fear.