20th September 2014
You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics.

— Unknown English Teacher (via memewhore)

(Source: swarthyvillain)

Reblogged from : turnaboutkid
18th September 2014
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:
Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.

raggedyranger:

princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. 
I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack.
40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

Adding onto this:

  • Also please forgive us for ‘snapping’ and telling you to “shut up” because that’s quicker and easier to convey than “i need you to be quiet right now”.
  • No, really give us some fucking space unless we’ve directly instructed otherwise or gesture for you to get closer. Do not attempt hugs; they’re restrictive, constraining and sometimes it’s like the world is closing in on us. There’s a good chance you may scare us in addition to the stress we’re already under.
Reblogged from : may10baby
17th September 2014
fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:


At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

Reblogged from : caelyngraves
16th September 2014
What if women had minstrel cycles instead of menstrual cycles? You’d just have a guy with a lute follow you around for a week every month and play you songs constantly?

My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)

#no but can you imagine if that was how you learned once a month you weren’t pregnant#by some dude singing songs about the victory of it#you wake up and he’s there and you are so happy#this dude becomes your favorite dude#but then you realize you haven’t seen your friend’s minstrel in a while#I mean everyone notices#like half the people are on the same cycle so for one week out of four your job is just flooded with fucking minstrels everywhere#the cacophony#but Mary over there is all alone#and she’s like my minstrel is late#but we all fucking know#her minstrel has gone off to find her a baby#a nine month journey he must make alone#and until he comes back there is no music in her life#what a glorious world this would be#I love the minstrels (@onionjuggler)

Reblogged from : may10baby
16th September 2014
versifrau:

unhooking-the-stars:

So you know that post about Bullshitticus, God of students? We made a shrine to him in the hopes that it will help us in this dire time of midnight essay writing and finals studying. 

Hail, Bullshitticus, for You are Wise
I come to you with bloodshot eyes
I’ve wasted time, I’ve put things off-
I need caffeine in a piglike trough!
So please Bullshitticus, help me finish
the work I have and my stress diminish.
(original bullshitted prayer to the God of Bullshit and Students by yours truly)
versifrau:

unhooking-the-stars:

So you know that post about Bullshitticus, God of students? We made a shrine to him in the hopes that it will help us in this dire time of midnight essay writing and finals studying. 

Hail, Bullshitticus, for You are Wise
I come to you with bloodshot eyes
I’ve wasted time, I’ve put things off-
I need caffeine in a piglike trough!
So please Bullshitticus, help me finish
the work I have and my stress diminish.
(original bullshitted prayer to the God of Bullshit and Students by yours truly)

versifrau:

unhooking-the-stars:

So you know that post about Bullshitticus, God of students? We made a shrine to him in the hopes that it will help us in this dire time of midnight essay writing and finals studying. 

Hail, Bullshitticus, for You are Wise

I come to you with bloodshot eyes

I’ve wasted time, I’ve put things off-

I need caffeine in a piglike trough!

So please Bullshitticus, help me finish

the work I have and my stress diminish.

(original bullshitted prayer to the God of Bullshit and Students by yours truly)

Reblogged from : turnaboutkid
15th September 2014

duskygrayknights:

but morning person + not morning person could make the worst (or maybe the best?) otp

"Gooooood morning dear :)" "fuck you and everything you stand for"

Reblogged from : may10baby

Life is coming at me way too fast and I'm scared. I find quotes that speak to me and I latch on to them. One day I will find a calmer swell in this ocean of life...

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