What if instead of gilly weed Harry had showed up to the black lake challenge in muggle scuba gear like “like where’s your advanced magic now bitches? Got me a free fishing knife with this thing”
Honestly I just want an AU where Harry approached all his magical problems with muggle solutions. Nobody knows how to handle it because he’s supposed to be there learning magic but you know what, it fucking works.
Give me Harry Potter who is like fucking MacGuyver up in this shit, creating his own non-magical solutions to magical problems.
“Potter how did you get past the enchanted keys to the Sorcerer’s Stone?”
“I used a fucking net.”
“How did you get past the dragon?”
Harry shines a little red light on the wall “works on cats, why not a dragon”
“How did you get through the hedge maze?”
“Weed-b-gone, it’s like a pound. Nothing will ever grow there again”
It’s the final battle between Harry and Voldemort. The Dark Lord begins to prepare a spell to end Harry Potter’s life once and for all when….
confession: i am Not sick of uptown funk at all i still throw down every single time i hear it and will for the entire rest of my life. catch me at 100 years old hearing “DUP. DUT DOODOOT DUT DOODOOT,” launching out of my wheelchair and screaming WOOAHHH THIS HIT THAT ICE COLD
It’s so refreshing seeing a black mother be so open and nonjudgemental towards her daughter especially when expressing her feelings. That’s the kind of mother I aspire to be. #BlackFamily #BlackLove
this broke my heart
Fr I wish my mom reacted more like this
Maybe if my nana reacted like this she’d actually know more about me and not just the things she assumes she knows.
That statement is on the money. Black parents and guardians do not ask about you; they just assume they know things and act off of that assumed (&most times incorrect) information
This episode legit made me cry because I wish my mom responded like that. She whooped my ass then left me crying.
Millennial Sisyphus keeps entering all the information from his resume into the web form, only for it to delete everything when he tries to move to the next page. He just goes back and types it all up again, over and over again, forever, and he never gets a job.
Millennial Tantalus has been promised that his unpaid internship will become a paid position as soon as the company has space for him. Every week he sees their new job posting. Every week he asks his boss if he can have a real job. The boss shrugs apologetically and says he’ll just have to make do with being paid in experience a little longer. He goes back and keeps working, over and over again, forever, and he never reaches the fruits of his labors.
Millennial Persephone can’t get a job without a degree, but because she had to take out loans to pay for college, she must spend 1/3 of her life working just to pay them off.
Millennial Cassandra’s title is Social Media Coordinator, she was hired to be the expert, but every time she tries to explain the problems in her company’s social media decisionmaking, the managers don’t listen…and end up hiring expensive PR flacks to repair the damage to their reputation when things blow up exactly as she predicted.
Millennial Medusa uses multiple shades of primer and opaque foundation to cover the scars snaking across her face, hiding the bruises, aligning the asymmetry in her broken nose and jaw. Red matte on the lips, green shimmer on the lids. Flawless liner on the first try. She’s had lots and lots of practice. She films her transformation in secret for all to see and learn, and again, men are turned to anonymous stone faces screaming in horror. “Liar!” “Witch!” “Take her swimming on the first date!” These words do not discourage her. These words are a challenge. GlamGorgonXx posts another video.
Millennial Prometheus uploads another PDF to his site. He’s lost track of the printing and edition of this textbook. He knows they just rearranged some of chapters then charge 150 dollars per copy, and the professor wrote the book himself. the ZIP fills uploads successfully, and he starts uploading the next one. He isn’t afraid of the potential lawsuit. knowledge shouldn’t held out of reach like this.
Millennial Circe screenshots all the lewd messages she gets from men on online dating sites and posts them on her very popular Instagram along with their pictures and usernames. When people accuse her of attempting to destroy their reputations, she insists she’s just revealing them for the pigs they truly are.
Millennial Odysseus is starting to suspect there’s something wrong with his GPS…
Millennial Arachne is competing for a raise/promotion with a Baby Boomer with mediocre skills but 35 years of seniority. She sinks her savings into night classes, running for weeks on four hours of sleep plus coffee, getting every damn certification they demand of her, and whips her coworker at the performance review…so the coworker pulls strings with the boss (her husband’s golfing buddy) and Arachne is exiled to a dead-end department will she will gather cobwebs for the rest of her miserable career.
Lesbian pulp covers from the 50s and 60s. See more here. (source)
like the aesthetic is cute but I hate how they’re all “strange desires! abnormal love!”
It’s not like we can pretend the 50s and 60s weren’t Like That
Also, OP’s “see more here” link takes you a really interesting, in-depth post about that very issue. It also provides important context for understanding this part of LGBTQ+ history and representation. A relevant passage:
Because of censorship laws in the US, authors were often forced to write bad endings for their gay heroines (suicide, mental asylums, a return to heterosexuality). But many of the books defied this convention and made bold statements affirming queer identities. In a reprint of Odd Girl Out, Ann Bannon
writes about all the women around the US who read her books and wrote to her, recognising themselves in her work. They felt heard for the first time, like they weren’t alone. Without her books and the books of other lesbian pulp writers, literature for queer women probably wouldn’t exist today.
Lesbian pulp is lurid, often unintentionally hilarious, and pretty tame by modern standards, but it can also be really really beautiful. The pre-Stonewall era was fucked up in all kinds of ways, but it did produce some surprising and awesome lesbian fic.
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