“This is just as well, Potter,’ said Snape coldly,
‘because you are neither special nor important, and it’s not up
to you to find out what the Dark Lord is saying to his Death
Eaters.’
‘No – that’s your job, isn’t it?’ Harry shot
at him.
Harry had not meant to say it; it had burst out of him
in temper. For a long moment they stared at each other, Harry
convinced he had gone too far. But there was a curious, almost
satisfied expression on Snape’s face when he answered.
‘Yes,
Potter,’ he said, his eyes glinting, ‘That’s my job.” – Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, chapter 26
Soo i took the beauty app and made Severus younger. I know somebody did it before, but i wanted to see how other photos will look like and look what i got! 💚💚💚
It’s about time people realize that Trump is dehumanizing immigrants and turning them into a nonexistent enemy.
Despite how fucking disgusting this is, I’m happy to hold onto hope that the American people aren’t buying this bullshit. Just went to Hamilton last night, and I whooped when they said “Immigrants, we get the job done”. My cheer led the rest of the audience to start cheering and applauding. Fuck Trump.
Please consider: the tired trope of one’s
soulmate written somewhere on their body, the handwriting unique and from the
match’s own hand. Sometimes it doesn’t appear right away. There are those who
age into their twenties, thirties, forties before it appears. Sometimes there
are multiple names that appear for poly folks. Sometimes they don’t appear at
all for those who aren’t romantically and/or sexually inclined. But for most,
names show up around mid-teens to early twenties.
Satya’s appears at seventeen when she is
studying in Vishkar’s academy. It is on her left shoulder, printed in chicken
scratch capitals: JAMiSON. It’s a very English name, Anglican, certainly
something none of her peers would be called, and she hasn’t the faintest who
might have such a name. The day it appears, she puzzles over it long into the
night only to suffer the following morning in her early classes. In her spare
time in the following months, she researches the etymology of the name and
pores through companies and people who bear it. It has become a part of her
without her consent, and she feels that in order to be prepared, she must
discover as much about it as she can. Despite her efforts, nothing feels
familiar or gives the so-called “heart skip” her friends describe, and so she
is left wondering.
Stop talking and start doing: My Fallout Shelter for my Tumblr blog 