My ten hour day is tomorrow too I don’t need to be awake. 


Iris tagged me again so

If you were to banish your enemy somewhere, where would that place be?

I’d banish them to work for the company I currently work for for the rest of their life and put themin a position where they have no real power but are forced to take on high responsibility for this shit company and watch them suffer trying to do anything. 

Who/what is your worst enemy?

My inability to do things when I need to do them. 

What’s the weirdest thing you would actually eat?

I’m not sure, it really goes on a case by case basis for what it is. I’ve eaten grasshopper cookies and cow tongue, I’m more likely to eat it if it’s been fried/well cooked. 

Pick a fetish: feet or ears?

Feet all the way

If you could talk to you in your past life what would you say?

I’m not sure. It would depend on who they were.


Just had the worst fucking nightmare I’ve ever had 


seekingwillow:

fallingivy:

It bothered me that there were no Squibs allowed in Hogwarts. Fine, I can get that Squibs would not be able to do any wand magic, and would not be able to fly a broomstick. They still apparently possess enough innate magic to see the school and other magically hidden locations. Out of the classes at Hogwarts that the kids take, a Squib could take and benefit from the following classes: History of Magic, Astronomy, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, MUGGLE STUDIES, Potions (there will be little foolish wand-waving here), Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and partially theoretical classes on Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms.


That’s a long list of classes. And some of them are particularly upsetting to me because there’s stuff like History of Magic being left out- that’s their own history they’re being barred from learning. Since Squibs are often forced into the Muggle world, a Squib would make an ideal Muggle Studies teacher and would no doubt be able to teach a more realistic and informative class than someone going off of biased wizarding texts. Squib kids looking into living in the Muggle world would absolutely benefit from learning Muggle studies, especially if they’re from a mainly pureblood family who doesn’t venture out all too often.


And then there’s the rest of them! Arguably you could have a Squib gifted with prescience, and Divination is supposed to be a very accessible branch of magic. Squibs being excellent at taking care of magical plants and animals and making groundbreaking advancements, Squibs working in tandem with each other to breed different magical herbs for potions, Squib potion masters creating all sorts of amazing concoctions. Squibs working with muggleborns and using logic and science to advance magic theoretically, Squibs being huge pro-muggleborn/pro-muggle advocates, Squibs making star charts and Squibs going into the muggle world to use their healing potions in their jobs as nurses and doctors.

Squibs being so completely shut out of magical education was such a sore point for me in the books, especially viewing the treatment of our only prominent Squib- an angry, bitter, glorified janitor often at the mercy of brats with wands. I’m not justifying or endorsing his abusiveness at all, but this was an awful character to use to explore people without magic in a society that bases your worth on it. A lot of time Rowling seems to validate Wizarding prejudices more than she challenges them. While I really enjoy reading the headcanons about Hogwarts being very accessible to people with disabilities, I can’t bring myself to see that as the case with Squibs being treated as they are. 

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The thing that’s made it very clear to me how much those headcannons are wish fullfillment; given how Squibs are treated. Given St. Mungos. The wizarding world assumes Neville”s parents can’t be helped - so they’re not. No animal contact therapy, art therapy, no potions/drugs. Nothing.

They’re shut away out of sight, fed and clothed but no one works with them.

Warehoused.

The wizarding world cares fuck all for the injured or disabled.

Hell, look at ‘mad eye’ mooney; not just the appellation,  but wizarding magic can’t bond a prosthetic to an individual. It’s his choice (in universe) how it looks (Rowling’s choice in reality). But it was obvious HIS PTSD was never treated.

The wizarding world cares fuck all for the differently abled.

There’s no magically widening or enlarging doors for Hagrid. No steps appearing for Flitwick.

It’s KNOWN there’s a spell that can wipe out a person’s very sense of themselves if it’s strong enough. There are no measures to deal with the situation. Just more ‘housing’ at St. Mungos.

The fact that Squibs flounder for correspondence courses to try and learn enough to get along in their lives - and are made to feel ashamed for even that; talked down to, etc…

I understand the need to make a childhood (or just general) favourite a better place.  But to me, all the; Imagine a Hogwarts - in relation to trans individuals, disabled persons, acknowledgement of a wider world beyond the UK and Europe; one which has brown folk - is ALL about how narrow and closed and lacking Hogwarts and Rowlings writings really was.

The Supremacy in Rowling’s universe is very, very clear. The hierarchies and cast/class system, very very clear.

And the Epilogue makes it SOLID that all Harry ever did was restore the status quo.

Remember, Dumbledore didn’t think twice about anything, until, to his mind the ‘right sort of people’ ended up getting hurt.


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you stole my questions

I changed like two of them they were really good questions


kastiasketches:

I’m super excited Isabelle is gonna be in Mario Kart, Luigi better watch himself.


trcunning:

earthdad:

ok but give me one good reason why you wouldn’t date Kermit the frog besides that he is a puppet and a frog

I can’t beat Miss Piggy in a fight. She’s very strong and knows karate.


dreamsoffools:

yup.


bellpincher:

Download them here!


corpsin123:

Once my family was going on a road trip. While I was asleep in the backseat, I suddenly sat up and started frantically yelling for my mum to “turn it”. Nobody had a clue what was going on