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Victoire Weasley

Some say she was named after her mother’s closest friend, some - to mark the day of her birth, which coincided with the anniversary of the Great Battle. Some say she a striking image of her mom, some - that she is growing to be a daddy’s girl. But there is something about her no one dares to mention out loud. When the old magic leaves scars, they never disappear. They sink under the skin, into the bloodstream, waiting patiently for their chance to show themselves. But when such magic is mixed together with Veela’s boiling blood, something unique happens. A curse becomes a gift. 

… They didn’t know about it until her 4th birthday, when preparations for the holiday took them longer than they had expected. When Bill came to check on her, he almost died of terror, thinking a wolf has eaten his baby girl. On the second glance he saw that the wolf was wearing his child’s dress. Bill grabbed his wand, ready to strike, and the wolf looked at him and opened its jaw, as if it were howling, but no sound came out. Instead, the wolf’s paws turned into tiny hands, its fur disappeared, leaving the familiar white hair in its place. “Daddy! Where were you?” said Victoire impatiently, and stretched out her arms toward her father, who, as pale as death itself, was still aiming his wand at his 4 year old daughter. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here. FLEUR!” “Oh dear,” Fleur remarked, trying to comfort her husband. “I’ll teach her how to control it.” “And if if she can’t?” “Well then… Hopefully, people will never make her that angry again.”

…Some wondered why Victoire started going out with Teddy Lupin. Bill and Fleur didn’t.

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pls tag ur annabeth chase hate as #i dont fucking know what im talking about and need to go to church and pray for my sins

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Mash-up of 

  • AWOLNATION Sail (Feed Me Remix)
  • Lorde Everybody Wants to Rule the World

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Sail © 2011 Red Bull RecordsEverybody Wants to Rule the World © 1985 Phonogram (UK), Mercury (US), Vertigo (CA); The Hunger Games: Catching Fire - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack © 2013 Republic Records, Mercury Records. My mash-ups are transformative works and are protected by the DMCA’s fair-use doctrine.

Protip:  this is walking tempo, so make sure to play it while walking away from explosions like a badass

1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

— For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)
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I was talking to my mam a few years ago about the decline of the Irish language since the 1800s and she said that besides her love of the language itself, the main reason why she doesn't want it to die out is because, and I quote, "it'll mean that the British will have won" and that's stuck with me ever since.





"tír gan teanga, tír gan anam." ur mommas a smart lady who knows what shes talking about

This is a bigger deal than this post lets on. The British came into Ireland and did everything they could to erase the Irish culture. They renamed everything on maps to get rid of the colloquial names of landmarks and roads and things that had been used for centuries. They also prevented the Irish language’s usage in education and government which has reduced its usage to under 80,000 people who use it outside of the educational system today (after a cultural revival).

The loss of the Irish language at this point would be one of British Imperialism’s most devastating triumphs over the Irish people. Cultural Imperialism taught us that we were less, that we were backwards, that our language was that of peasants and vagrants. If we let Irish die it will be the most literal silencing of all. Forgoing our own words for theirs. We should all make the effort to use whatever “cúpla focal” we have, even if all you can say is “An bhfuil cead again dúl go dtí an leithreas.” It is especially important to use Irish on social sites like this. We need to make Irish a living language again. 

Is fearr Gaeilge bhriste, ná Béarla cliste.

This doesn’t even cover it, though… The British also tore down Irish structures and replaced them all with British ones… Even now, all those Irish towns and Irish pubs that we think of as iconic are what the British built.  They also outlawed Irish music and dance, and ordered that all the Irish harps be destroyed. 




This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.

We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”

"Why did you make him wear a dress?"

"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"

"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."

"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."

The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.

When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.

Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.

not a single child made a negative comment

not a single child made a negative comment

not a single child made a negative comment

another example of why children are better than adults

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Sometimes I think about how many little things we probably do every day that would totally mess up the reasoning of a Sherlock-Holmes-style detective.

Like the other day we went to the cinema and I was wearing a shirt with no pockets so I put the ticket in my…

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