I managed to phone the university! :D It may seem stupid but it is a huge thing for me, as I am really afraid to phone places I don’t know. Yay ten points to ravenclaw!
Today has been quite a shitty day, going to sleep now and hoping tomorrow is better
bluestiel and castielsass' annual tumblr giveaway!
harmony and i decided to do another tumblr giveaway because the last one worked out so well- except this time bigger. nevertheless we wanted to do something to appreciate our followers.Prizes:
there will be FIVE winners.
- the first winner gets a 100$ visa gift card along with two items that are listed above
- the second winner will get a 50$ visa gift card along with one item that is listed above
- and the three third winners will get a 25$ visa gift card along with one item listed aboveRules:
- must be following us: Jenna & Harmony (we will be checking)
- reblogs only; likes are permitted but will not count. reblog as many times as you want. (note: blogs created for the purpose of only reblogging this will not win.)Deadline:
- we will stop counting reblogs on January 13th at 11:59, central time.How It Works
- the first prize winner will get first choice at the items listed above, the second winner next, and the three third winners in the order that they were chosen.
- winners will be picked randomly and will be given 24 hours to claim their prize or we will choose another winner.
- we will ship to anywhere, and you don’t have to pay for it.
- this means you have to be comfortable in giving us your address, but of course it’ll only be used for the purposes of shipping the merchandise.
- if a certain item doesn’t work for you or you’re not a part of the fandom we can always talk it out and get you something better c:GOOD LUCK ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ
Doctor Who Soundtrack Tribute: Amelia
↳ Little Amy
no but seriously imagine being a muggleborn wizard at hogwarts and then when you learn to conjure your patronus it turns out to be a pikachu
#and everyone’s like ‘ooooh what sort of magical creature is this’ #meanwhile the muggle borns are laughing their asses off going ‘PIKA! PIKA’ at you #not but srsly how come muggle borns don’t have a super secret club making inside jokes and snarking right back at elitist purebloods
#i fully support this #muggleborns writing with pencils and pens instead of stupid quills #using muggle slang to answer to insults #teaching their housemates about muggle culture and introducing them to tv shows and books and movies #you have no idea how much i want this #hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home
I mean as a person who’s had to integrate in a foreign culture (which is think is similar to how muggle borns would initially feel in the wizarding world) I know how you, despite wanting to become part of the community, seek out people like you by instinct. Tbh, all the European kids in my town would spend at least the first thirty minutes of any conversation with each other talking about how seriously no Communist is like a dirty word here and why don’t they have Kinder eggs in this fucking place is2g. So it makes sense to me that muggle borns would seek each other out and make inside jokes and dude the new Pokèmon came out bloody hell I’ll have to wait for summer to play it ugh and shit please tell me your mum sent you ballpoints again I seriously cannot deal with all this ink I keep staining everything.
Sorry I vomited words on here omg sorry I just realized
Muggleborns who have plans to go back and get a uni degree after Hogwarts. Older students who have muggle girlfriends and boyfriends and datefriends they only see on holidays but send them long letters about what they’re missing in muggle school. Muggleborns who read the muggle studies textbooks out loud to each other and fall off their chairs because they’re laughing so hard. Muggleborns who meet the Squib cousins and siblings of their pureblood friends, and instead of hating each other like they’re expected to, they share a look that says “Your family doesn’t understand you either, do they?”
Doctor Who: Opening Titles (1963 - 2012)
Thanks honey :) *hugs back*
I must be having a bad dream because so much bad luck isn’t possible. Please someone wake me up, I hate all this.
torchwood meme - two otps (1/2) jack & ianto
do you ever feel physically sick because you know you’re not good enough for anybody and you can’t do anything right and you’re too tired
The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.