Like, could Peridot hear that? Do thousands of gems chilling around portals just hear whistling all the time?
Also humans can use the portals with the whistle so that’s pretty fucking sweet.
huh, never thought about that. Imaging steven giving connie the warp whistle so she can join in on adventures. Like, she gears up with stuff from roses armoury and joins steven. I mean, we’ve seen that humans (or at least young girls) are capable of holding their own against strong gems.
Holy shit, tumblr just keeps breaking more and more
Sometimes it would glitch and tell me I can’t reply to fanmail because I “have to be following” the person who sent it.
Usually, a refresh will fix the glitch.
I refreshed 8 times.
Same error.
I can’t reply to any fanmail now.
Wow.
Oh it’s supposed to be a glitch? Because it’s done that since forever to me now. That’s why I can’t reply to fanmails lately, unless its from friends I follow :T
Huh. Fanmail has always been the one thing I’ve never had a problem with.
You used to be able to reply to fanmail without having to follow the blog. But now they changed that. It sucks.
being called annoying is literally the worst thing ever because then you’re scared to ever say or do anything again and you end up isolating yourself because you think everyone hates you and you feel insecure about everything. long story short pls dont call people annoying
I really don’t believe Molly was capable of killing Bellatrix. Bella is a Dark Lord trained Death Eater who frequently is using dark spells. Molly has been a house-wife for most of her life. Surely in reality she wouldn’t know those spells, let alone have ever used them before. Bella knows more and has been practising her skills (even through Azkaban), and yet Molly wins? I cant believe it.
(Taiga’s note: never, ever estimate the power of a mother protecting her children.)
I can’t wait until some of you idiots have children. See what you’re capable of when your child is in danger. She wasn’t just a house wife, she was a mother. Y’all moms should slap the ignorance out of you.
Molly was part of the Order in the first war. She lost her brothers to Death Eaters. She just lost her son, who was named in honour of one of those brothers. Her daughter, her only daughter, is threatened. You can damn well believe that her conviction was strong and she meant every spell she cast in defense of her family. Of course she knows those spells. Of course she wins.
^^^^ This.
Very early on in writing the series, I remember a female journalist saying to me that Mrs Weasley, ‘Well, you know, she’s just a mother.’ And I was absolutely incensed by that comment. Now, I consider myself to be a feminist, and I’d always wanted to show that just because a woman has made a choice, a free choice to say, ‘Well, I’m going to raise my family and that’s going to be my choice. I may go back to a career, I may have a career part time, but that’s my choice.’ Doesn’t mean that that’s all she can do. And as we proved there in that little battle, Molly Weasley comes out and proves herself the equal of any warrior on that battlefield.
I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren’t a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity.
Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I’m only 5’2. Then I was probably even under 5’0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules:
you must wear a mouth guard and gloves
no hits below the belt
That’s pretty much it.
Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven—who has since passed, bless his soul—paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood.
Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation.
Anyway, Sensei yelled, “Start!” and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn’t even put his hands up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. “I’ll give you a free one.” he joked, and he slapped his side. “You barely weigh 100 pounds and you’re a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me.”
And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody’s business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they’re laughing so hard they look like they’re about to pee themselves. They think it’s a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers:
“Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?”
And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs.
And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, “Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”
“Large hair monster intrudes loving family dinner.”
“Afro Princess wins too much at kids capsule dispenser game, her friend is traumatized by the tidal wave of capsules.”
“Triangle head confused by green stop sign, she does not whether to go or stop, while amazon lady gets frustrated and just wants to go.”
“Afro Princess does not like the metal music from Jim Jam the Van Man, so she escapes. Jade Harley and generic boy watch on in horror as she escapes to her homeland.”
“Afro Princess learns the hard way that arcades do not have touchscreen.”
“Kitten woman has found a way to cheat at skeeball.”
“Afro Princess shows off her magnificent oven mitts.”
“Anime cosplay girl and dude who has had hair eaten go to buy tickets for anime convention.”
