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Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

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(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
because everyone should read it




Cops have been put on notice: Let the cameras roll.

Camera-shy cops across the city were reminded they can’t legally take action to stop someone from filming them while they’re on the beat, the Daily News has learned. The refresher was provided in a memo the chief of department’s office distributed to all police commands Wednesday.

“Members of the public are legally allowed to record police interactions,” the memo states. “Intentional interference such as blocking or obstructing cameras or ordering the person to cease constitutes censorship and also violates the First Amendment.”

Cops can take action if videographers and shutterbugs “interfere with police operations,” the memo notes.

spread this like wildfire

when you see abuse, take out your phone and film that shit. 

Post it on youtube, send it to the news, let the whole world hear about it.

You don’t have to be any kind of official journalist. Anyone can do this. Never let them tell you differently.

Has anyone read the tweets by US military vets on twitter? Several of them are coming out against how the Police are treating the citizens who are organizing protests. I find it highly odd that the police in our country are outfitted (in this situation) with more body armor and firepower than our soldiers who went to Iraq and Afghanistan were.

What does it say when people are congregating in their own yards and police throw tear gas at them?

What about the reporters who were violently assaulted at a McDonald’s of all places and arrested? The police came in there first trying to force everyone out of there with threats. The reporters only took pictures. It is what a reporter does.

Seeing how they (the police in this specific area) treat the law abiding folk exercising their Constitutional rights, it leaves little room for doubt in my mind that there was little to no provocation in shooting this poor person.

For a mother to have to worry that her son or any child in her life would one day draw negative attention simply for being born as they were, either because they have a different skin color than ‘the norm’ or a disability which many don’t understand, is a terrible thing to feel. No one should have to endure that! When will changes ever be made to our laws to prevent this kind of senseless tragedy?


For those who are planning to start sewing their own cosplays this year this might be helpful: How to take measurements!

Waist Front / Waist Back:

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Reasons why Seiya Rocks #3: Sheer Audacity in the Face of Death.

From episode 199: Galaxia had just cut down Eternal Sailor Moon’s weapon. Obviously no longer amused by ESM’s antics, she told her “I’ll cut your Star Seed into pieces so it will never shine again!” Fighter then dove in front of her and stated: “I will protect this girl’s shine! Even if it means my life!”   See… More support why Seiya and Usagi are a better match than Usagi/Mamoru… at least anime wise. Anime Mamoru treated Usagi pretty badly, and Anime Seiya always believed in Usagi from the beginning. Seiya has been more of an equal partner with Usagi than anything. With Mamoru, it seemed like it was all about him during SMR. His reasons for breaking up, his cross to bear. He made all the decisions for himself and what he wanted instead of talking to Usagi and trying to work it out. Sure, his heart was in the right place, but in a way he didn’t respect Usagi enough to let her know what was going on.

I found the fanart on fanpop and it’s by “Youkai Yume” I don’t know how I missed the watermark on this the first time XD 

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