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dearscarlet:

Dear Scarlet, 
About a month ago you asked if you could have a “circle mohawk” again. I told you to think about it because you’ve been growing your hair out for so long and I didn’t want you to regret it. On Sunday night I told you I had a hair appointment with Allison the next day. You asked if you could get your hair cut like that again, but you were laying down for bed and not supposed to be talking so I ignored you. The next day you asked twice, so I finally said I didn’t care and that you look beautiful whatever you decide. The last time your hair was like this you weren’t in school yet, I was so nervous about kids being cruel. I walked you to school on Tuesday morning and stayed awhile to make sure everything was going to go smoothly, which it did. When I picked you up you said, “Olivia liked my hair. She said she didn’t want her hair like this, but she liked mine like this. And we’re still friends. That’ just like how I don’t want to have purple hair like Allison, but I love Allison’s purple hair. You don’t have to have all the same stuff as your friends.” Wise beyond your years, baby child. I’m so proud of you and how you have the courage to be exactly who you want to be, despite any other outside influences. While we’re on the topic of gender, when I was at parent teacher conferences a few months ago a mom of this little boy approached me. She told me how he wanted to paint his nails and go to school. She let him. When he came home he said, “Scarlet loved my nails, Mom!” I’ve never been so proud. 

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deducingneville:

whereforeartthouwolves:

hogwartskidsproblems:

That sound? It’s the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces

I… I just noticed that both Harry and Neville are dressed similarly to their fathers during the battle of Hogwarts.

I just

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Very sneaky costume department

Very

Sneaky.

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Source: ivegotmagic

14. It was no surprise that Albus Severus Potter liked to roam the corridors. He liked exploring the castle and after his brother had nicked the Marauders Map from their dads’ desk, Albus had been wandering all about the castle. On one of his journeys, his path led him to a long stretch of corridor with no paintings, except that of a beach landscape. Lounging in full wizards robes, on the beach, rubbing sunscreen on his nose, was Albus Dumbledore. The boy was so excited that he immediately ran over to the painting and stood awkwardly, trying to get the occupants’ attention. Finally, after clearing his throat, Dumbledore turned. “Why hello, may I help you with something?” The boy just smiled, “You’re Dumbledore, right?” The older man matched the boys’ smile, “Indeed I am.” Albus Severus was thrilled, “I’m named after you, and another Hogwarts professor.” Dumbledore beamed, “Ah, so you are Harrys’ son? Albus? Who is the other headmaster?” Though he already knew the answer. “Severus Snape. I’ve been hoping to meet him too, but I don’t know where to find him.” The boy said sadly. With a wink, Dumbledore walked from the painting, leaving the boy very confused. However, a few minutes later he returned, leading a very reluctant man with sallow skin and dark hair. “Why should I want to meet Potters’ son, I’ve met the other one. He’s just like his father! Why should this one be any different?” The hook nosed man turned, and was slightly embaressed that the boy of his rant was standing right by the portrait. “Fine then. What’s you’re name boy? I don’t suppose you have any talents in school classes, probably just on the Quidditch field.” The young boy thought deeply before answering, “My name is Albus Severus Potter. I’m not very good at Quidditch, but I love Charms and Potions class. I’m sorry if my brother has been a prat, he’s always like that.” The boy looked up at the man in the portrait, his green almond shaped eyes peering at Snape. Severus was speechless and instead of having a snide remark for the boy, simply asked him how he was liking Potions class and the castle. Many times after this initial meeting, Severus Snape could be seen roaming around the castle through the paintings more frequently, oddly enough these appearances were near the classes that the second Potter boy attended.

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missmonomi:

#swiggity swag i am the bag

missmonomi:

#swiggity swag i am the bag

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http://www.etsy.com/listing/152017519/set-of-5-firefly-inspired-perfumes

5 Firefly inspired roll-on perfume oils, packaged in a 8 x 5 zippered cosmetic bag featuring Mal on one side and the Serenity logo on the other.

darth-sebious:

Battlestar Galactica goosebumps.

GEEKBUMPS frakking everywhere

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im-an-assbutt:

Death once again speaks the truth

im-an-assbutt:

Death once again speaks the truth

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purrstephanie:

I’ve had a headache for (three) four days now.
I’m contemplating this or a lobotomy.

purrstephanie:

I’ve had a headache for (three) four days now.

I’m contemplating this or a lobotomy.

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“I got a fan letter from a young lady. It was a suicide note.

So I called her, and I said, “Hey, this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty, from Star Trek.” I said, “I’m doing a convention in Indianapolis. I wanna see you there.”

I saw her — boy, I’m telling you, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely suicide. Somebody had to help her, somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people.

I said to her, “I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.” And two weeks from then, in somewhere else, you know? She also came to New York - she was able to afford to got to these places. That went on for two or three years, maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk positive things to her.

And then all of the sudden — nothing. I didn’t hear anything. I had no idea what had happened to her because I never really saved her address.

Eight years later, I get a letter saying, “I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my Master’s degree in electronic engineering.”

That’s…to me, the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

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