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Dad: Why do you think they do that?
Girl: Because the companies who make these try to trick the girls into buying the pink stuff instead of stuff boys want to buy. [x]
that awkward moment when a child understands the harm of forcing gender roles better than most grown male politicians.
I’m surprised that I haven’t reblogged this, to be honest.
I love that last gif. She looks so frustrated. Like “Um, hello, obviously girls and boys can like anything why doesn’t anybody get that???”
She does have a point though..
Kids who are smarter than adults though.
of course she has a point
Neville’s office isn’t in the castle. Well, there is technically a room assigned to him (third floor, fifth door on the right, mind the re-located portrait of Sir Cadogan). But if you needed help with your Herbology assignment or were sent to see the Head of Gryffindor House about that parakeet you snuck into the fifth floor girl’s toilets, you would never find him there.
Neville had a small cottage near the greenhouses. There had been some grumbling about its creation when Neville first started teaching, but it was hard to argue with the Minister’s favorite advisor who just happened to be a hero. So the cottage was built and young Mr. Longbottom and his new wife moved onto the Hogwarts grounds.
There was a steady stream of students coming in and out of the little house during class breaks. Some carried odd potted plants, some looks of guilt etched on their faces, and some simply dropped by to say hello. The windows had bright curtains and the chimney always cheerfully puffed smoke. It was hard not to feel welcomed by the cozy exterior.
Things were different after night fell. Students still weren’t allowed to wander the grounds at night, but everyone turned a blind eye to those who knocked on the cottage door under cover of darkness. These students carried no gifts and bore no cheery smiles. Their faces were tear-stained or bruised or fearful. They were hunched over, trying to make themselves as small as possible. They knocked on the door with shaking hands and trembling lips.
When they entered they would find a crackling fire, a squashy armchair, some of Hannah Longbottom’s famous ginger biscuits and a steaming cup of tea. And they would find Professor Longbottom, smiling kindly. He heard stories of homesickness, of bullies and taunts, of fears and failures. He dried tears and patted backs. And most importantly, he listened.
He might quietly find a bully and intervene. He might Apparate from the Three Broomsticks to the nearest Muggle town and place a call to a concerned parent. He might consult with Madam Pomfrey on the best way to help manage the anxieties of an overwhelmed fifth year. He might simply sit and give a firm and thoughtful piece of advice. But this is not why students came to Professor Longbottom’s house when life was bleak and Hogwarts was too much to bear.
They came because he had once, so many years ago, been like them. And because they, unlike him, would never have to be alone.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug. This is another very sweet submission from this author. ppyajunebug’s wizarding world always feels like ultimately a good place, where wrongs are righted and people do kind things. It’s an inviting, pleasant look at canon; thank you, ppyajunebug!)
I just clicked over to #easter, four of the first seven posts were about sweets. One was a pretty nature picture, one was mine, and one was a tweet.
I want to write, and I have the stories. I have great stories. But I don’t have the skills right now to bring them to life. I will someday.
When people talk about video game violence, I like to remind them that once a year a major world religion retells the story of a man who was viciously beaten multiple times, verbally abused, and then nailed to a piece of wood to suffocate to death.
Hayao Miyazaki, on what attracted him to Howl’s Moving Castle
The Auteur of Anime by Margaret Talbot: “The New Yorker” (January 17th, 2005)
Evans was so good that we forgot it wasn’t Hiddleston playing Loki pretending to be Steve.
The entire scene is magnificent
I’m sure Evans loved the chance to poke fun at both Loki and Cap’n in one go.
Courtesan au chocolat!
I took a stab at the “courtesan au chocolat”, seeing as last night I watched “The Grand Budapest Hotel”.
If you have made profiteroles/cream puffs before, you’ll be golden (pun intended). I will say that this particular recipe for choux pastry worked very well for me, but I needed to bake all the puffs at 5-10 minutes longer than recommended to truly get the crisp, not-collapsing structure.
For those who have never made custard or cream puffs, look around online. The ingredient list is simple, but very small factors can result in a collapsed puff or runny custard.
(In fact, if I were to do this again, I would probably cheat on the custard. Instant dark chocolate pudding made using the pie instructions works just as well, and tastes just as delicious in my less-cultured taste. And the pudding will absolutely work. Unless you’re the type of cook that burns water.)
I had no food coloring, so I subbed in sprinkles instead. I also used Dove chocolate eggs to replace the cocoa bean garnish. They aren’t professional pretty, but they taste like fairy dreams and Anderson design aesthetic.