okay so we all know james was a prankster but tbh i live for lily doing little things to mess with james
playing with his hair when he lays his head down on her lap one afternoon by the lake and then proceeding to discreetly braid flowers into it while he goes on and on about quidditch
being purposely overly sexual w the way she eats icing off of a cupcake and proceeding to then smush the cupcake onto james’ slack-jawed wide-eyed face and running away
drawing penises on his face with a sharpie (hashtag muggleborns represent) while he’s sleeping
#people that present lily as the straight-laced perfect good girl bore me#like she married james potter lmao#you really think she wasn’t down with breaking rules?#just cos one of them’s a redhead doesn’t mean they’re romione people#lily was badass and followed the rules but they weren’t fuckin gospel god damn#she drank and probably went through a cigarette phase#she uses trip jinxes on the slytherin that hexed mary macdonald once#she surprises everyone by misleading the teachers one year so nobody finds out about the marauders’ halloween party#she does what’s right but more importantly she fights for what’s right#LILY EVANS FOR LIFE PEOPLE
I felt the need to add dalekitsune’s tags
and I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal
surrendering the bruised scent of blackberries,
or cherries, the rich spurt in the back
of the throat, the holding it there before swallowing.
Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.
To hell with the saints, with martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.
I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it. I want to go
staggering and flailing my way
through the bars and back rooms,
through the gleaming hotels and weedy
lots of abandoned sunflowers and the parks
where dogs are let off their leashes
in spite of the signs, where they sniff each
other and roll together in the grass, I want to
lie down somewhere and suffer for love until
it nearly kills me, and then I want to get up again
and put on that little black dress and wait
for you, yes you, to come over here
and get down on your knees and tell me
just how fucking good I look.
ya I know u guys like to have James as the fun parent and Lily as the ‘follow the fucking rules’ parent but like
why would u have it that way round when u could have it the other way
Lily sending Harry a howler in his first year that everyone thinks will be…
The question is how we react to this great prejudice against women. The rule of law and social activism certainly are crucial. But no matter how strong the social structure, there is always that cheek-slapped moment when you are alone with the anti-woman prejudice: the joke, the leer, the disregard, the invisibility, the inescapable fact that the moment you walk through the door you are seen as lesser, no matter what your credentials.
I have no guidance for women who want to rise through the ranks into technical management. I have led a peripatetic life, moving on when a project was done or the next thing intrigued me.
And I am not advising younger women (or any woman) to tough it out. You can lash back, which I have done too often and which has rarely served me well. You can quit and look for other jobs, which is sometimes a very good idea.
But the prejudice will follow you. What will save you is tacking into the love of the work, into the desire that brought you there in the first place. This creates a suspension of time, opens a spacious room of your own in which you can walk around and consider your response. Staring prejudice in the face imposes a cruel discipline: to structure your anger, to achieve a certain dignity, an angry dignity.
— Ellen Ullman
Ever since being diagnosed with breast cancer a year-and-a-half ago, October has been my favorite time of the year. Breast Cancer is, as we all know, the popular girl of cancers, proudly parading herself around in pink ribbons and accessories, pumpkin spice latte in tow….
Many ppl have tried to manipulate the Dark One.
Only one has succeeding.
Long live Henry Mills.
The old ways present themselves in this image of an early model of the CPU or “machine” that is “tirelessly undertaking to create meaning” and in the trope of malfunctioning or malformed platforms being devoured by animated creatures, or gremlins, with devious motives. The new ways of loading excess amounts of images and video are often the cause of the temporary crash. Although such errors are most likely due to server problems than the design of the users or their texts, the error image itself becomes part of the discourse that visitors associate with Tumblr’s meaning. The simulacrum communicates to the viewer that Tumblr is subject to both motivated structures (the system is down unexpectedly due to “mutiny” or not feeding the “wild Tumbeasts”) and arbitrary but diachronic events (“we’ll be back shortly”) that prevent its pages from loading. When examining the error message above more closely, we see that the problem with functionality has been articulated in animated form to alleviate user frustration through use of humor and the myth of machines being helpless against the presence of unidentifiable organisms that jam the most vital organs of a piece of technology. Indeed, Tumblr has had its share of gremlins: a Google search about Tumblr’s problems reveals numerous complaints, questions, and theories as to why the server crashes frequently. If Tumblr is carrying the weight of so many dashboards and their multimedia objects, Barthes might suggest that it is simply “shuddering” under the burden of so much dissection and articulation of messages that users send to their followers. Even if this server has nothing to do with the presentation of language as it occurs in microblogs, the message relaying the faulty system reinforces the notion that Tumblr has a new method of communicating its own structural workings and technological malfunction.
The large slits in the image’s three CPUs resemble those that would have been used for the insertion of large floppy discs, and the large green and red buttons on the objects suggest that the main functionality of a computer is either to be turned on or off, something that does communicate the message that Tumblr is currently “off” or unavailable. The animated gremlins running off with the modem of large size is also a potential rhetorical compromise between the old and new: it pictures a system run by cable modem rather than wireless access. This consistent throwback to older ideas about technology is what makes Tumblr a fascinating site of analysis. Not only does it work and display its functionality in linear and diachronic ways (postings occur at a precise moment in time, such as Friday, 4:00pm), but even its announcement of malfunction draws on the collective memories of those users who once owned computers that “shuddered” under the weight of so much data and were clumsy to maintain.
— On the Tumblr Error page
On the Tumblr Error page
So this is part of what she wrote:
"I’m writing this just to you because I don’t feel comfortable asking for help to someone else"
"I’m feeling really lost with this class"
"I’m a bit scared now"
"Do you think you can help me?"
I gave her the usual advice: we can work on hw together, go to office hours, I don’t know much myself b/c I’m only a Ling minor, try to figure what part of the class is hard. And then I added it was very brave of her to ask for help b/c if it was me, I would probably cry and sleep a lot and not leave my room and run away from my problems than face them.
I’m such a hypocrite. I’m giving someone advice I’ve never listened to myself. I have standards for other ppl but they would pale in comparison to those I have for myself.
I would never treat someone else the way I treat myself b/c that would be considered EMOTIONAL ABUSE and bullying.
And the fact that she thinks I’m smart and nice and someone who actually knows this stuff even though I’m behind on my reading and other hw is just flabbergasting.I don’t know. I just don’t know.