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Well, that’s the end of an unplanned 12-hour Lord of the Rings marathon. I’ve never been available when TNT runs them all before, so I figured I might as well.

I found it all rather unsatisfying though. In addition to how the plot just gets that unsettling sort of off feeling.

livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

spagheteen:

i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming

"You’ll be found guilty and given the federal death penalty. I’m trying to save your life."

I guess day 4 is pretty good for the first time I can’t find anything I want to watch on tv.

But I did just find a good feed for last week’s Suits that I missed.

Still have to watch Doctor Who. It’d be nice if I could find a regular place since I still don’t get the channel (life goals include never again living without BBCA once I finish school, and also DVR)

Don’t have much else to say atm. Classes started today but they’re all online and regular due dates only happen once a week. The textbook we were e-mailed about in advance arrived today and I ordered the other 3 I need. It’s still kind of early so I might actually try to start reading tonight. Hopefully the others will get here in time for me to read before the real discussion posts start next week (the majority of class stuff since there’s no real attendance).

I still can’t decide if I want to sit down and finish Deathly Hallows or keep it for my before bed reading. I need to see if there’s a good fiction collection on campus and/or where the nearest public branch is. Although it’s possible I’ll still end up not having time for leisure reading when things really get up to speed, I hope I can keep reading an hour or so before bed. I’ll just have to finally let go of my old 4-8 day standard.

Well, ttfn

Super-delayed reaction because I’m watching Royal Pains right now, but

1. Of course they kill Mona right when she starts being good to the girls again
2. For a bit in the middle I thought it was going to be Paige and I just started liking her again too.
3. Is anyone else bummed that there’s not going to be an actual Halloween episode? I mean, I’m not objecting to what they’re doing with the Q&A and whatnot, but I love the Halloween eps. I knew as soon as it said Thanksgiving that we were probably not getting one, but still. Le bummed.

Great the day I start to like Mona again she dies

Wtf bro, I have a job.

That was, like scarily easy. It was so easy it doesn’t seem real. Like, shortly after I made my last post here about the interview, the lady e-mailed me to offer the job. So cray-cray. So weird. Too simple. So weird.

Well okay then. I have a job! My first real job. And she wants me to start in a week. And a week after that is my birthday. Everything is so weird.

Maybe I had to deal with all this apartment shit so that job things would be easy. I don’t even know. All is weird.

wilhelminaslayter:

jenniferstolzer:

shaggy2pope:

faetrouble:

pastelmorgue:

theoneguyoverthere:

hangthecode:

Jack was employed into service for the East India Trading Company and was given command of the Wicked Wench. However, after he set free a cargo of slaves, his employer, Cutler Beckett, had Jack branded as a pirate and the Wench set aflame and sunk. After failing to rescue the Wench, Sparrow struck a bargain with the ghostly captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones, to resurrect his beloved vessel. Jones returned the ship to Jack in near perfect condition except for the permanently charred hull. This prompted Jack to rename her the Black Pearl

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Jack Sparrow just got way cooler.

BABE

Yo, this is why Norrington said he’s the “worst pirate I’ve ever heard of,” and then Jack followed it up with, “But you have heard of me.”

Because Jack was branded a Pirate because he freed people rather than stealing anything. So Norrington, with his sense of duty, knows that Jack has been branded a criminal for actively not being a terrible human being. Norrington is torn between his duty as a naval officer and knowing that Jack is right.

He freed exactly 100 people, that’s why his debt to Jones was 100 souls. Davy has a sick sense of irony after all. Jack freed 100 souls and as a consequence his ship got sunk. Now his ship has been raised and as a consequence, he has to enslave 100 souls. This explains his reluctance to actually pay back the debt.

Crap, the latter portion of this franchise was a lot smarter than I thought it was… 

There’s so much people don’t get about this franchise, the story is really more complex than just “funny drunken pirate meets hottie lady and hottie man with occasional visits from squid man”.

I had my first-ever job interview today!

I left my apartment around 9:25 and saw I wouldn’t be able to turn the way Google wanted to send me because of traffic, so I turned the other way and it was all good.

The parking lot I was gonna go to is closed for construction (thanks for not updating your parking map, UK) and I missed the visitor parking entrance, so I went around the corner and missed another resident lot entrance (thanks for having small signs back from the road, UK), so I went around another corner and turned around in an employee parking lot. Then went to the R lot which was full, then went to the visitor lot. At this point it was ~20 minutes to my interview time so I skulked around the lobby for a bit looking at the new books shelf, and I knew it’s good to be a bit early for an interview and by 9:50 I was tired of being awkward/creepy so I went ahead upstairs to the place and asked for the lady.

The girl at the desk was wearing a plain black t-shirt and shorts and sandals, and the lady who interviewed me was wearing flip flops and one of those wolf t-shirts, so even though it’s still summer and things might class up a little, I think maybe I won’t have wardrobe problems. (You know other than the fact that like at least a quarter of my shirts are from Roanoke, that might not work out… Can I spend my first paycheck on Wildcat wear?) But I think it’s one of the most behind-the-scenes units, processing serial publications and whatnot so wardrobe should be casual anyway.

So the whole thing was like 15 minutes and I don’t think I answered the characteristics questions that well (How the hell does anyone answer “describe yourself” especially after already doing the strengths and weaknesses question?) But I think overall it went well, especially for my first-ever job interview. She said everyone had fewer applications than usual, so I guess that’s a good thing?

So I could possibly have a job in the next week or two. She said the max is 10 hours/week and it’s minimum wage, but whatevs. Everything is about ~experience~ these days anyway.

I have my very first-ever job interview tomorrow and I’ve had like one day’s notice and I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing…..

lorrainelola:

My friend wrote this article on Reddit and it is now going viral everywhere. She really did nail it. Reblog the shit out of this and spread it like wildfire!

lorrainelola:

My friend wrote this article on Reddit and it is now going viral everywhere. She really did nail it. Reblog the shit out of this and spread it like wildfire!

Can we please have videoed acceptance speeches from Martin and Benedict?

vvank3rshim:

holyhotpantsbatman:

My therapist asked me to create something “motivating” so I made these.

lol.

I really love these, and I reblog them every single time. Some of you don’t realize how easy it’s to forget to do some of those stuff or how hard they can be some days.

Guysssssss I did all the relevant ones today omg look at me successfully adulting (for a day at least) who’d’ve thunk it?