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How I read
A book: Oh, only 180 pages left. I will finish this today.Â
A textbook: Another 8 pages?! Are you kidding me?! I canât do this. Itâs really too much to handle.Â
Ravenclaw Headcanon
Rumor has it when left alone, Ravenclaws can be known to create their own language, mythical creatures, or even start a cult.
Ravenclaw: Iâm calm, cool, and collected.
Slytherin: Four minutes ago you were crying and hyperventilating over how cute and misunderstood thestrals are.
Ravenclaw: THEY ARE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD AND DESERVE TO BE PROTECTED!
Me, a Ravenclaw at a large social gathering: quiet, shy, observant, nervous inarticulate responses.
Me, a Ravenclaw with a favourite human: yabber, yabber, yabber. Singing tunelessly at the top of my lungs, arbitrary bursts of freestyle dad dancingâŚ

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Iâm a writer, I whisper to myself as I struggle to add 51 new words to the fic Iâve been whittling together for months like Frankensteinâs decaying prose monster.
It puzzles me when people cite LOTR as the standard of âsimpleâ or âpredictableâ or âblack and whiteâ fantasy. Because in my copy, the hero fails. Frodo chooses the Ring, and itâs only Gollumâs own desperation for it that inadvertently saves the day. The fate of the world, this whole blood-soaked war, all the millennia-old machinations of elves and gods, comes down to two addicts squabbling over their Precious, and that is precisely and powerfully Tolkienâs point.Â
And then the hero goes home, and finds home a smoking desolation, his neighbors turned on one another, that secondary villain no one finished off having destroyed Frodoâs last oasis not even out of evil so much as spite, and then that villain dies pointlessly, and then his killer dies pointlessly. The hero is left not with a cathartic homecoming, the story come full circle in another party; he is left to pick up the pieces of what was and what shall never be again.Â
And itâs not enough. The hero cannot heal, and so departs for the fabled western shores in what remains a blunt and bracing metaphor for death (especially given his aged companions). When Sam tells his family, âWell, Iâm backâ at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you what kind of story this is: one that is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil.Â
âI canât recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. Iâm naked in the dark. Thereâs nothingâno veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes.â
So whereâs this silly shallow hippie fever-dream Iâve heard so much about? It sounds like a much lesser story than the one that actually exists.
+1 You know how Frodo leaves Sam with the legacy of the quest - the job of bearing witness to what happened - and the duty to finish and protect his writings? Tolkien lost all but one of his friends in WW1. He was founder member of a literary club at school - the TCBS. There was a larger group and a core of four. They all stayed friends, they kept writing and sharing their work with each other. And they were almost all killed. One of them, Geoffrey Smith, wrote this to Tolkien in 1916. My chief consolation is that if I am scuppered tonight â I am off on duty in a few minutes â there will still be left a member of the great T.C.B.S. to voice what I dreamed and what we all agreed upon.  [âŚ] May God bless you my dear John Ronald and may you say things I have tried to say long after I am not there to say them if such be my lot. And that was his last letter. Thereâs something eerie about the way he seems to have pegged Tolkien as an eventual survivor. Samâs survival (and his emergence as the true hero of the book) are beautiful because theyâre suffused with loss, because theyâre not the grand conquering heroic narrative that on some level was âsupposedâ to happen.
Tolkien possibly only survived because he got trench fever - a particularly nasty disease carried by lice - and got sent home because he was desperately ill. Considering how the rest of his unit fared, it probably saved his life. Unpleasant and unglamorous, but if not for that, we wouldnât have LOTR. Iâm sure survivorâs guilt was a factor - as was a sickening sense of dread when âThe War to End All Warsâ didnât, and his son went off to WWII.
TLOTR has some of the type of valorization of war that you find in the Old Norse and Anglo-Saxon literature that JRRT loved and studied and taught because he loved that style and itâs deeply fitting for cultures like the Rohirrim, but itâs also full of the slog of war, the waste and tragedy, and the irrevocable damage that even victorious survivors carry for the rest of their lives. Frodoâs symbolic âdeathâ is also resonant for survivors of what was called âshell-shockâ then and PTSD now.
I mean, itâs not Game of Thrones. Itâs not gritty in the same way. But the protagonist of LOTR was minor gentry from a backwater nobodyâd heard of, and the REAL hero who saved the world by saving him was his gardener. All the great kings and queens and lords and ladies in the story are background characters compared to the story of the little people. Literally little people, but symbolically too.
Moana - Youâre welcome (shiro version)
Thatâs a rly nice video :D voltron cast and voltron chars about to sing
hogwarts memes
- everyone answering âno, iâm fredâ to âare you [insert Y/N]â even hermione - everything draco does ever - calling blast ended skrewts âpower bottomsâ - calling newt scamander bad variations of his name like nerd sandwicher etc - colin creevey using that one picture he managed to get of hermione punching draco as a reaction image - shouting âspank me daddyâ at the whomping willow - [pointing at random object] thatâs a portkey - every single cat is professor mcgonagall
- POTTER
- ever since snapeâs âbottle fame, brew fortuneâ speech students just go on and on with it - âflambĂŠ success, bake brillianceâ âCan you tutor me in charms?â âTUTOR you? I can teach you how to SAUTĂ EXCELLENCE.â
- [random object] is totally a hufflepuff
- remember that game where someone yells âSHATNERâ and you have to overact? same thing except itâs âTRELAWNEYâ and you have to use whatever youâre holding to make a ludicrous prediction
- a more popular variation is âLOCKHARTâ to make up a pompous story about using whatever youâre holding to drive the [monster] out of [town]
- calling hippogriffs âleggy birbsâ
- âOur beloved headmaster Albert Dumpsterfire/Aqueous Disillusionment/Aberdeen DecapitationâŚâ
- shitty incantations ( âThe Graying Hair Charm? Make-me-bloody-ancient-osia.â )
reblogging for albert dumpsterfire xD
-the dumbledore one, except you keep adding incorrect names, like albert pensive wallace herbert richard flamingo sherbet tango luthorâŚ
-*peeves appears* IT DAT BOI
-âiâd rather be petrifiedâ
-âso a shack gets to scream and itâs all normal and haunted, but when i do it iâm disturbing class and a nuisanceâ
I will sell my soul for all of this in a fic
This thing is incredible, I love it
[At Disneyland, in the teacups]
Annabeth and Jason: [Spinning a little and talking]
Percy and Piper: [Fly past them spinning as fast as they can, screaming]

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i spent five hours on this pls validate me
How I funded things in BOTW.Â
Iâm just now watching the âlastâ subnautica episode (cause lets be real... I wasnât in the mood to be emotional) BUT THE TIME CAPSULE AND THE ROCKET AND PMA AND IâM A WRECK.Â
Slytherin - Ravenclaw For @alliekatgrump

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Reblog if you've actually SEEN the movie "The Aristocats"
Letâs see whoâs over 18
Itâs in my top 20 movies
What if Percy Jackson had became a god in The Last Olympian?
Read on AO3
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Percy Jackson is sixteen when he accepts Zeusâs proposal
He looks at Annabeth
Athena glares at him
He wants to cry out Iâm sorry
But instead he just smiles and thanks the king of the gods
âŚ
Percy Jackson is seventeen when he talks to Grover
âWhatâs it like?â
To see everyone age around you
âWeirdâ is the reply
âŚ
Percy Jackson is eighteen when the giants attack
He isnât affected by the split personality disorder that the other gods are facing
He helps the seven demigods defeat Gaia and her minions
But it just reminds him of what he isnât anymore
âŚ
Percy Jackson is nineteen when he goes into the woods looking for a monster to fight
They all cower in fear of the god standing before them
He doesnât understand why at the time
He is unarmed
âŚ
Percy Jackson is twenty-one when Annabeth tells him she canât be with him like this
She says she loves him
But she still walks out of the cabin
He doesnât run after her
He knows he chose this life
âŚ
Percy Jackson is twenty-three when the sea creatures and horses stop calling him the son of Poseidon
But rather the god of the waves
They donât worship him any longer
They just fear him
âŚ
Percy Jackson is twenty-six when he stops coming to Camp Halfblood
This place that was once his home is now a stranger to him
The kids keep getting younger and younger
âŚ
Percy Jackson is twenty-nine when Thalia comes to him
âThis is only the beginningâ she says
She would know
Sheâs been fifteen for over two decades
âŚ
Percy Jackson is thirty-two when his mom gets cancer
It runs in the family
He uses his new powers to heal her
He finally thinks maybe he made the right decision
Paul never looks him in the eye again
âŚ
Percy Jackson is thirty-five when Nico dies on a quest
He could have saved him
He promised to save him
He doesnât even find out until Grover sends him a letter
âŚ
Percy Jackson is thirty-eight when he goes to live on Mount Olympus
The gods there despise him
He doesnât care
He has to be with his own kind
âŚ
Percy Jackson is forty-one when his mom dies
It was a plane crash
She was going to a book signing
He was too late
âŚ
Percy Jackson is forty-four when Annabeth marries a man named Felix
They are so in love
So happy
He burns the wedding invitation
âŚ
Percy Jackson is forty-six when Clarisse calls for help
She is cornered by a monster
She knows she has no other option
She prays to him
He doesnât hear
âŚ
Percy Jackson is fifty when Medusa is reincarnated
She thirsts for his blood
When he goes to meet her
He doesnât even have to try
He keeps her head as a souvenir
âŚ
Percy Jackson is fifty-five when Annabeth dies
He hears her screams from Olympus
It was spiders
Her nine-year-old son is all alone
And his name is Perseus
âŚ
Percy Jackson is fifty-six when he creates his first real hurricane
It ravages the entire east coast
He doesnât care
Even his father is worried
âŚ
Percy Jackson is fifty-seven when his brother wonât talk to him anymore
Tyson lost friends in the hurricane
Heroes
Percy laughs at him harshly
âWhy should I care?â
âŚ
Percy Jackson is sixty-one when Grover dies while trying to put out a forest fire
He died saving the lives of hundreds of dryads
He becomes an iris
Percyâs storm destroys the tiny plant
âŚ
Percy Jackson is sixty-eight when monsters break the magical barriers surrounding Camp Halfblood
Less than half the former population is left after the attack
He supposes he could have saved them
But why?
Theyâre only puny heroes
âŚ
Percy Jackson is seventy-three when he raids Dionysusâs stores and gets drunk
He wonders along the streets of New York City
Everything is so different now
A pretty mortal girl sees him and offers to take him home
He has no home
But no one has smiled at him like that in so long
âŚ
Percy Jackson is seventy-four when his daughter is born
He is long gone by then
The next time he sees either of them is when he claims her
The symbol that flashes over her head is a broken sword
Chiron gasps
âŚ
Percy Jackson is eighty-six when he first meets his daughter for real
She has no interest in meeting the man that abandoned her and her mother
She yells at him
Blames him
He knows sheâs right
âŚ
Percy Jackson is eighty-seven when his daughter is killed
By a boar
Ares always did have a grudge against him
She goes to Elysium
âŚ
Percy Jackson is ninety-five when he meets Chiron on Halfblood Hill
âHow do you do it?â he asks
âEvery day I try to honor their memories
So that they didnât die in vainâ
âŚ
Percy Jackson is ninety-six when he walks to the middle of the woods
He writes down all the names
The people he has loved and lost
The people who have been lost on his watch
The people who he killed
Every single one of them
He sits there writing for over two days straight
Then he puts all the names into a jar
And buries it
âŚ
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and two when Thalia Grace dies on the Hunt
She was the one person he thought would be with him when everyone else was gone
He is so alone
He goes to take his frustration out on Artemis
But when he finds her she is so distraught his anger evaporates
And he is left with only his grief
He and Artemis mourn together
But she moves on
He does not
âŚ
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and three when he finally understands why Pan wanted to die
The prospect is so appealing now
Just fade away
Leave the suffering of the world
It would be so easy
âŚ
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and eighteen when the minor gods rebel again
He considers joining them
He considers joining his father and the demigods that back the major gods
But why should he
He owes no one anything
âŚ
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and thirty-seven when he goes to the underworld
Itâs his first time as a god
And itâs so easy
This time heâs not trying to bring someone back
He just wants to feel death on him
To know what itâs like to be mortal and able to die
He doesnât remember the feeling
âŚ
Percy Jackson is one-hundred and seventy-one when Zeus and Poseidon start fighting again
There was a time when he would have been in the center of the fighting
Supporting his father
Maybe leading an army
But now he just watches
The war destroys the mortals
Most of the land is nothing but rubble
People scramble to survive
He doesnât understand how they are so weak
âŚ
Percy Jackson is two-hundred and thirteen when Camp Halfblood is destroyed for good
Itâs all in flames
Like the vision he was shown by a titan many lifetimes ago
The grief he should feel isnât there
Itâs just another place
He doesnât remember how it was once his home
That was so long ago
âŚ
Percy Jackson is two-hundred and ninety-seven when Typhon beheads Zeus
Heâs hardly surprised
âŚ
Percy Jackson is four-hundred and fifty-two when he goes to sleep
He doesnât plan to ever wake up
âŚ
Percy Jackson looks sixteen when a girl with stormy gray eyes and blonde curls finds him
She looks like someone he used to know
He canât put his finger on it
âYou drool in your sleepâ she tells him
âŚ
Percy Jackson has been alive for five-hundred and seventy-eight years
And now he starts living again
There goes my heart