why would u make remus the “mom” of the group when james exists. james making sure all his friends eat breakfast (and a good one, not just bacon), making sure they all bathe regularly, exercise at least once a week, taking care of them when they’re sick, constantly checking in on them in the hospital wing if they’re hurt (like. at least once between every class. occasionally skipping class if they’re not doing well). james.
Sirius Black coming up beside James and Lily while they dance during their wedding reception, clearing his throat and offering a hand to James who sighs and reluctantly parts for Lily only for Sirius playfully elbow him away - leaving James rolling his eyes, subtly making a rude gesture - to whisk Lily off to dance with her. Of course he would never forget James so he saves the next dance for his brother and when they dance, they take leaps and bounds and require the entire floor
A more detailed explanation of the Cornell Method can be found here
”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this! ————————————————————————————————————————————
It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many
people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a
situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world.
THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG…
FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in
prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim
and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.
They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid
or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to
go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women
who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors
around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through
their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are
off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is
grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman
and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to
worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged
because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going
after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or
other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to
the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince
these guys you’re not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or
with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask
them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:
can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now
that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up,
you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of
you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to
said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would
not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of
it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER
SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can
do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from
behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and
armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this
guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was
trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin
and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching
yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a
particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it
is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and
make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our
instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of
trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers
and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing
down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using
much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of
your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any
odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel
little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be
some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading,
forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in
this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your
body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks
for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from
you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or
purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN
THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back
tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like
crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating,
working, etc., and just sit
(doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The
predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for
him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell
you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be
hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the
passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE
RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you! u are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the
passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling
them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and
the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest
your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a
guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE
THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are
horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS
RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times;
And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may
get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a
good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies
of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often
asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when
he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the
world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than
‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.
REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW!
ATLEAST PEOPLES WILL KNOW WATS GOIN IN THIS WORLD.
So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.
I hope you all will Reblog.
A mix for the characters that don’t believe in happy endings. Who aren’t looking for love, and when it comes around, hope it will just go away. The ones who will, inevitably, no matter how much they wish it not to be true, fall in love.
i hate that i love you, but i love you just the same; [LISTEN]
i. wicked games (the weekend cover) - coeur de pirate | ii. carnival of rust - poets of the fall | iii. btsk - ms mr | iv. broken arrow - the script | v. habits - maria mena (feat, mads langer) | vi. please don’t say you love me - gabrielle aplin | vii. heart of stone - iko | viii. chasing cars - snow patrol | ix. addicted - morgan page (feat. greg laswell)
for Mandy and your beautiful characters, I hope this inspires some truly painful Jake/Anna scenes.
Rules such as ‘Write what you know,’ and ‘Show, don’t tell,’ while doubtlessly grounded in good sense, can be ignored with impunity by any novelist nimble enough to get away with it. There is, in fact, only one rule in writing fiction: Whatever works, works.
WHAT IS YOUR SUPERVILLAIN NAME?
The Obnoxious Whiny Little Bitch.
Behold! The Customer.
The biggest villain of them all.
The Sabre-toothed touchy feely bible camp staff.
The Overwhelming Car Alarm.
More like the Underwhelming Super Villain.
I’m the world’s greatest supervillain: THE OVERWHELMING WHITE ESTABLISHMENT.
Basically, I’m the man.
(Palo Alto Soundtrack)
When you’re in high school everything can seem painful; either painfully boring or painfully disappointing. But after high school you can look back on it and see that it was all experience, all vital life, and it can be used to make art.
i feel like i’m unqualified for this *___*
- 2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod
welcome to the black parade by mcr, this year by the mountain goats (but that’s a secret don’t tell remus), flawless by beyonce
- the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to
ok i guess this is a nonmagic au or like he’s in a situation where he’d need 2 use muggle public transportation but i could totally see him falling asleep on the subway and everyone is all like sirius you can’t DO that and he’s like it’s fine no one’s gonna do anything you guys are right here and peter is like yea i mean we’re not gonna let anyone on here do anything like Bad 2 u but james is gonna draw a mustache on ur face man. he also will fall asleep when he’s by himself and he pretends it’s an accident bc it’s really when he’s in a bad place where he just doesn’t care abt his own safety at all oh shit that got dark let’s move on
- the game they’d destroy everyone else at
i could see sirius being really good at poker?????? i feel like he would be really lucky at poker and i mean he’s good at it too and good at reading people and knowing their tells but also it’s this one thing where he’s really lucky and no matter how good everyone gets they don’t have his luck
- the emoticon they’d use most often
the generic winky face and also the crying one where there’s no tears just like the open mouth ya know which one i mean right
- what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep
v v v v crabby and a giant baby i mean james at least pretends to not be a baby for a few hours right away sirius is like i did not sleep i am dead help me i hate the world and remus would be like i’m not dealing with this have fun james but when sirius would eventually crash he’d end up in remus’s bed and remus would roll his eyes and snuggle his annoying needy boyfriend
- their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.
look i’m sorry but sirius black is totally the person who pretends he drinks coffee all the time and if you asked him this question he’d be like oh dude i just need a good cup of coffee on a cold night/morning and i’m motivated and good 2 go but no he (like james) is a hot chocolate dude and both will annoy remus 2 get them hot chocolate if it’s like below 60
- how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump
oh man they isolate themselves they scream a lot they punch the wall they cry too much they don’t do anything to really help themselves but i think also maybe???? when that was done and they were still bad they’d do their hair different or dress a little more feminine or wear something really out there and wear more makeup and idk play with how they present themselves to try and feel??? different??? ya know????
- what they wanted to be when they grew up
i can’t see sirius thinking that far ahead. i think he’d just want to be anything his family would disapprove of.
- their favorite kind of weather
i feel like everyone would say fall or winter but i think sirius black is secretly a gay spring child who loves flowers and the sun and when it’s a lil rainy but not too rainy
- thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)
really good alto but he doesn’t care abt singing and usually just purposely sings awful when he’s with james bc lbr if they’re singing they’re usually with james. the only time they sing good is when they’re drunk
- how/what they like to draw or doodle
i know i just said this abt cedric drawing harry but idc sirius is a gay ass pining nerd who doodles remus all the time (and even when they become a thing he is still a gay ass nerd and tries 2 get remus to model for him and remus is like literally stop no) and even tho james knows it’s a gay thing he’s kind of personally offended sirius never draws him
all right everyone sit down, shut up and listen closely because I’m about to tell y’all the tale of Ms. Mormino.
Seventh grade is a time most people don’t look back on fondly. I know I sure don’t—I tend to regard that era as nothing more than an unpleasant, acne-filled haze of fall out boy and poor attempts at pseudo-zooey deschanel fashions. But enough about me. Let’s talk about my math teacher.
Ms. Isom. Poor old Ms. Isom. Well in her 60’s, always plagued with some illness or injury, she was hardly ever even at school. Since many of her absences were the result of short-notice incidents—“falling down the stairs” was popularly cited— it wasn’t all that uncommon to not have a substitute on hand. Being a smartass honors class, we’d gotten away with several successful evasions of administration, walking cavalierly into class to pass the next 48 minutes doing just about nothing. Hell, for good measure, we’d sometimes even toss in a friendly “hey, Ms. Isom!” if any administrators were anywhere within earshot. So incredibly anti-establishment, you could basically call it another Project Mayhem, except instead of Brad Pitt and Ed Norton concocting homemade bombs, it was a bunch of tweenyboppers with iPhone 3’s and Justin Bieber 2009 haircuts.
We got pretty accustomed to our own little self-governing system that rolled around every second period, so we naturally weren’t exactly thrilled when administration caught on to our little Anarchy Act and strictly enforced the presence of a substitute every day.
Most of our subs weren’t terrible—most were friendly, gave us participation grades, and didn’t object to the independent attitude of our class (which, mind you, only had about ten students in it)
That is, until Ms. Mormino came along.
Four feet, ten inches of raw, undiluted evil, Ms. Mormino walked into class with a scowl on her face and a chip on her shoulder. When the girl behind me sneezed, Ms. Mormino’s immediate response was “NO INAPPROPRIATE NOISES!”
Although we all suppressed our laughter, we all knew from that moment on that, try as she might with her despotism and her draconian anti-sneeze policy, Ms. Mormino didn’t stand a chance.
The arguable beginning of the end for Ms. Mormino’s all-too-brief reign of terror was the moment I asked for a calculator; mine was broken. Mormino asserted that I could only borrow a calculator if I loaned her something of mine; at that moment, the girl next to me chimed in, saying she, too, needed a calculator. “I have a folder I can give you,” I offered. “I have a highlighter,” added the other girl.
At that moment, a puberty-creaking voice from the back of the room piped up.
We all know certain people have certain gifts. Michelangelo saw angels in every block of marble and devoted his life to setting them free; Einstein had a mind which saw the potential of the entire universe; F. Scott Fitzgerald wove intricate tales of decadence and depravity. Max, however, had a different kind of gift: he could make anything—anything at all—into a “that’s what she said” joke. More on that later, though.
Max pried off a Nike sneaker and held it proudly in the air, like a coveted trophy.
"I have a shoe."
Tottering in one-shoe-one-sock, Max dumped the sneaker on Ms. Mormino’s desk, retrieved a calculator, then tottered back to his own desk, a sort of smirk playing on his face. And, as to be expected—the rest of us quickly followed suit.
A small pile of shoes on her desk, Ms. Mormino grit her teeth and glared at us as we all sat back down, quietly victorious, a calculator in each of our hands. It wasn’t long, however, until we all began to silently plot our next act of minor mayhem.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" asked Tyler, who, despite being in seventh grade, was approaching his sixteenth birthday. In a combination of verism and admiration of Tyler’s devil-may-care boldness, we unequivocally accepted him as our leader. For reasons unknown, Ms. Mormino denied his request. Tyler, much like his Fight Club namesake, heeded no rules but his own and left anyway—Ms. Mormino, furious, locked the door behind him and smugly insisted that "administration will take care of him."
Tyler, however, was not one to be caught, and stayed close by, appearing in the window of the door whenever Ms. Mormino wasn’t looking. Waving, smiling, laughing, making faces and obscene gestures, Tyler had us all in stitches, but cleverly avoided Ms. Mormino’s sight—when she asked us what was so funny, we all refused to give Tyler away.
A girl asked to go to the bathroom, stating she “really really really” needed to go. Ms. Mormino, again, denied her request. Ms. Mormino, however, seemed to be uninformed about the side door—leading right outside, always locked from the outside but always open from the inside.
"Well, I’ll go myself," the girl responded, and took off, hurdling three desks and darting out the door. Right behind her, two other students took off, pursuing freedom. The door slammed behind all three students, and they were gone.
Six of us were left. Among us, importantly, was Chris.
Chris was thirteen, but looked half his age; scrawny, wiry, he probably measured in at about four-foot-three, but no taller. “Late Bloomer” are words that come to mind.
Despite his diminutive size, Chris possessed the gall of someone like Tyler.
"I have to use the bathroom," said Chris, standing.
”Do you think I’m going to allow you to go to the bathroom?” snapped Ms. Mormino.
”It’s an emergency!” Chris pleaded.
"Sit down," Ms. Mormino growled.
Meanwhile, the entire class borders on hysteria. We have tears in our eyes, almost suffocating from choking back laughter.
"It’s an emergency," repeated Chris, but it sounded more like a warning.
Silence. Silence, Silence and more silence, until we all began to notice a dark stain on Chris’s khakis. The stain grew. And grew. And grew.
Fists at his sides, stoicism in his face, and a cold, proud, triumphant glint in his eye, Chris locked eye contact with Ms. Mormino.
And pissed right in his pants.
The entire class erupted into a laugh only comparable to the detonation of a bomb.
We laughed so hard for the next five, ten, fifteen minutes straight that Ms. Mormino gave up. Surrendering, putting her head on her desk, she waited until the hysteria finally subsided.
Finally looking up, defeated, pathetic, Ms. Mormino glared at us all and wailed:
”This is too much, this is too hard, too hard, Jesus Christ, this is too much for me!”
A lone voice sounded from the back of the room. Guess whose it was.
"That’s what she said."
Ms. Mormino officially retired from teaching that afternoon.
FUCKING READ IT IT’S WORTH IT
Taylor Swift on Emma Watson’s UN speech and (last 2 gifs) on not “acting up” like Miley Cyrus and Britney Spears (x)