This is where I go to play and not you!
Anyway, I'm a nerdfighter and I hardly ever post anything, but I will reblog things if I think they are funny or true. It'll probably be about Harry Potter or the Vlogbrothers or Hetalia.... So... YAY for me.
July 22nd, 2014
When my dad left last night he was all “Be back in a minute”
And usually when he says that I’m all “Okay, see you in three hours.”
Becuase he’s always gone for 3 or 4, maybe even 5 hours when he says that.
He’s been gone for over 12 hours now!
He’s takin this “Hey, I don’t have to work tomorrow,” waaaay too seriously.
Ha. Ha. Ha. This is a post I found from 2 years ago. If I knew then what I know now… I would never have posted this. Lol. These days I see my dad for 1 or 2 hours out of every day and he spends the rest of the hours at work and at his gfs house.
For those who don’t know… My dad is pretty much an overgrown 16 year old. And he’s very proud of this fact… The rest of us just roll our eyes and try to get on.
July 21st, 2014
Seven years ago, the world said it was the end of an era. News outlets prepared for what they thought - and perhaps hoped - would be their final coverage of the Harry Potter phenomenon. While small bookstores celebrated alongside readers, big box stores were gearing up for “one last midnight release.”
Seven years ago, we knew better. We were ready. We were decked out from head to toe, friends new and old by our side and wand at the ready. Maybe we were lining up, filling stores and sidewalks with our excited chatter, shutting down Harvard Yard with our music movement, pushing our favorite fansites’ servers to their limits. We were loud because we knew the rest of the night would be spent in silence. We knew we’d be reading well into daylight. We knew better.
Despite that, parts of us were scared that - beyond all reason - they were right. Scared that it would inexplicably fizzle out, that this would be the last time, that we’d reunite briefly for the remaining movies and then move on. We knew this wouldn’t happen, but fear resists reason and we were scared.
Seven years later, we’re still going strong and it’s easy to laugh at those fleeting concerns. It’s easier still to forget that we made this happen. We made conscious decisions to keep the Harry Potter community alive, to talk about what we’d just read and wonder what would happen next. Even when the first wave of discussion died down, the fandom went on. We hadn’t stopped loving Harry Potter. We’d only just begun.
Seven years ago, the Harry Potter Alliance was still just starting out. We made some big strides and had some - okay, more than just some - big ideas. In the time since then, you’ve helped us make some incredible moments possible. There are already too many campaigns, discussions, and memories to nail down in one tidy list. This fandom’s commitment to Harry Potter and each other is what made those big ideas possible and makes them possible still.
In just a few minutes, it’ll be midnight again and we’ll be celebrating the book that brought us all together - not for the first time and not for the last - seven years ago.
But first, we want to celebrate this community: the one that saw Harry through until the very end, the one that already has new things to count down to, the one that knows know what it knew then.
July 21st, 2014
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July 2nd, 2014
My favorite thing about the movie Beetlejuice is that the character’s name isn’t even spelled Beetlejuice but it’s like the makers didn’t want to confuse the average watcher with weird letters and changed the title just to make sure everyone knew how it was pronounced.
June 17th, 2014
The reason I haven’t been reblogging things and have tried to stay away from tumblr recently is because I’ve been working on my mental health and have been trying to pull myself together.
There are some things that I see, read, or hesr people talk about that cause me to become very anxious and depressed and I’ll start crying for (seemingly) no reason and just be in a funk for the rest of the day, if not longer.
A lot of this is caused by real life, sometimes just listening to people talk about bigotry or politics can cause me horrible stress. But today was the first day I really considered deleting my tumblr.
For some horrible reason I like to read the notes on tumblr posts. Sometimes I do it because I didn’t get a joke and hope someone explained it or I’m trying to see if people found something as funny as I did or I’m trying to see what thoughtful discussion is going on.
However what this usually ends up being is just me fighting back tears because I really really can’t stand or handle jokes made at someone else’s expense or the all hate that tumblr (or rather the people on tumblr) can just pile on a single person- usually enough to make the person it’s aimed at fall apart (or me fall apart).
I don’t know what I’m going to do about my blog yet, but I guess I’ll be thinking about.
And seeing as I made the mistake of going through notes so early after waking up, I guess I’m done with tumblr for the day.
June 17th, 2014
I’ve been getting this question a lot. I can’t speak for the movie, obviously, as I didn’t make it, but as for the book:
The Fault in Our Stars was the first non-documentary feature film to be granted access to the Anne Frank House precisely because the House’s board of directors and curators liked that scene in the novel a great deal. (A spokesperson recently said, “In the book it is a moving and sensitively handled scene.”)
Abraham H. Foxman, national director of the Anti-Defamation League and a Holocaust survivor, had this to say: ”The kissing scene in ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ in the annex of the Anne Frank House is not offensive or against who Anne Frank was. What Anne communicated in her diary was hope. She celebrated life and she celebrated hope.”
Obviously, the Anne Frank House and the ADL do not have a monopoly on Anne’s life or her legacy, but their opinions are important to me.
this was one of the most powerful scenes in the movie. For some reason, i couldn’t quite picture it while reading it, but seeing Hazel struggle up those stairs, stairs which had already seen so much struggle and sadness, while the Anne Frank voice spoke about hope and survival and beauty was just incredibly, not heartbreaking, but potent. Here was Hazel, standing and dying in a place that was a sanctuary for another doomed girl, and surviving.
I’ve been to the Anne Frank House. Remembering my own trip up those stairs and that ladder and the emotions I experienced there while watching the movie was such a powerful lesson to me— a reminder of how lucky I am and how much I need to live and fight to see another day for Anne and Hazel and all other young women who didn’t get the chance to but hoped with all their heart they made the best of the time they were given.
There are problems with TFIOS, yes, and ones that should be discussed. But it’s also really important to remember that this is a story about hope and love and living when you know you have a limited amount of time to enjoy life.
And really, I mean, think about it. Who doesn’t have a limited amount of time?