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“You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time.” - Angela Davis
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“I was a hat stall three times in a row. Hufflepuff and Slytherin. All my friends said ‘Choose Slytherin.’ And I said no. I chose Hufflepuff because it takes courage and wisdom and cunning to show loyalty and be honest. To uphold Helga’s values I have to be everything that the other houses are, and more. It takes wisdom to see when you made a mistake, courage to admit it, and ambition to try try try again and get it right.” - my retort.
I think they got it right though. We are nobodies leftovers. We are Hufflepuffs, and we are mighty. You hurt one of us, the whole set will be out for blood.
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Gatekeeping in fandoms is gross and worthless.
YOU AREN’T A TRUE FAN UNTIL YOU’VE STOLEN THE CREATOR’S SANDWICH FROM THE BREAK ROOM FRIDGE BEFORE THEY GOT FAMOUS ONLY I DID THAT YOU DIDN’T.
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hufflepuff headcanon
a-steaming-plate-of-fagottini:
around the same time as the da is formed, a couple hufflepuffs start a sort of school newspaper, called the puffington post. its runs a lot of shitty umbridge approved articles, but if you stab with your wand backwards and say “bullshit”, the articles change to ones about the da, ootp, truthful news about voldemorts movements, and other such things.
the crossword is lit as hell
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I worked at a craft store the summer before college. Here are my best (and the best of the worst) moments:
- A man bought 190 mason jars with lids. I asked him if this was for a wedding, or if he was making jam. He was doing neither. He did not have plans for mason jars. He just thought they were a really good sale.
- A woman bought her brother and his fiance a giant rainbow bow for their wedding present. She whispered that they had been married before, but that the fiance had dressed as a woman and they wanted to make it real now that it was legal. She shouted that rainbows are gay. Her style is unusual.
- A little girl left finger-painted handprints on the inside of the back pockets of the pants I was wearing. It was the most terrible case of “mistaken mother” I have ever experienced.
- A little girl came in looking for SWAPS for Girl Scout camp (pins you trade with other scouts at camp). She asked me if I could help her even though I am too old to be a Girl Scout. I showed her my lifetime membership card and the SWAPS on my keyring. She told me I am her best friend, and came back two weeks later with a SWAP she had saved for me from camp.
- A woman came through with wedding supplies for her granddaughter and a very nervous outlook on the price. I asked her what my name was, pretending to forget about my nametag, and when she got it right, pronounced her my good friend and gave her my friends-and-family discount. She cried. I might have too.
- A father bought his little boy a doll set. The boy told me that the last set had been for his friend, but he had liked it much more than she did, so he was getting his own. His baby sister was chewing on a monster truck. I liked this family.
- I became known as the cashier who would give you the discounts under my register if you were nice. The little old ladies who came in every yarn sale loved me. My coupons and I were their heroes.
- The substitute teacher who had bullied me came through my line and smugly told me that her total was wrong. I smiled politely and informed her that I had already given her the educator’s discount, but would happily take it off. She was much less smug after that, as her daughter laughed her out of the store.
- A large woman with a 5 o'clock shadow came through my line. I told her I liked her skirt. She responded with the biggest smile I have ever seen.
- And finally, my favorite one: a nine-year-old girl came up to my register with a stack of t-shirts and told me she had folded them for me, but could not reach where they belonged. I told her most people would have left them on the floor. She informed me that I was the cashier who helped her Girl Scout troop mate, and I quote: "dang it, you do good things for good people! I want to be a good people like you!“ and skipped out the door, before remembering her mother was still shopping and skipping right back in.
Sometimes, I love retail.
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Oh…My…God! Knitters have to watch this!
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I absolutely love children
I’m the hotdog girl
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Elder Goths: When Growing Up Doesn't Mean Abandoning Your Favorite Youth Culture | Broadly →
Myself and a bunch of other Eldergoth women were interviewed for this article!
(Photo by the magnificent @kambriel )
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The points have been finished and stitches have been picked up. I can now start on the hat part!!
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why does so much post apocalypse media have people wearing straight up bdsm/fetish gear like. do the kinksters watch the world ending and think “oh boy i can wear my bondage gear in public now”
thats actually exactly what happens
What I wanna know is why the spiky kink warriors are always the bad evil marauders. They might be into some weird shit and unafraid to show it but that doesn’t mean they want to go around killing dudes. They’re a tight-knit bunch. A lot of them are queer. They understand the importance of community.
If the government collapses and all laws come to an end, the people rampaging around killing and looting are gonna be like, frat boys and 4chan rejects. You can mistrust the bondage raiders all you like but they’re definitely the ones you’re going to run to for help when the neoliberal blood cultists and Nazi meme demons lay siege to your survivor enclave. There’s gonna be gayboy berserkers busting up slaver gangs and burning down warboy frat houses. The assless-chaps leather daddies and weird petplay people are gonna be the accidental peacekeepers of the post-apocalyptic world just because they’re the only motherfuckers who understand the importance of consent anymore.
Listen. Don’t come to me asking how to get the secret cadre of bisexual death commandoes to protect your wretched tent village if you’re scared that we might call in the kinksters for backup. I don’t give a shit if they dress up like dogs and spend all day writing poems about butt plugs. There’s assholes out there acting like Vlad the Impaler on a meth bender and you’re afraid of seeing a nipple. Fuck you. If you really want to get rid of the MRA death gangs you’re going to have to accept that a lesbian chainsaw dominatrix or two might be involved. It’s the fucking post-apocalypse my guy we gotta weigh our priorities here
…that’s a feature, not a bug.
NAZI MEME DEMONS
holy shit this is incredible
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